Marik woke up in a bed in a dark room. He was about to move, when a pain in his back reminded him of it's condition. He winced, but got up anyway. He saw that his clothes were removed and he was wearing a pair of black boxers that weren't his. He walked over to the 'door', accidentally hitting the wall instead.
"OW!" he rubbed his nose lightly, 'ok, something's wrong with me. Must be blood loss, I'm really dizzy.'
This time he walked to the real door, and he exited the room. He looked at the room he was in a then he immediately knew were he was. Bakura's apartment. He walked over to the den area were he heard light snoring. He looked over the back of the couch to see Bakura curled up and sleeping.
Marik smile to himself and he went over to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. On the table was a single grocery bag, the one Bakura had been carrying when Marik fainted. All of the contents were still in it. Marik hurried to put the stuff in the refrigerator before it all went bad, ignoring the pain of his back while doing so.
After he had finished with the kitchen, Marik walked back to the room he woke up in, and looked around for a shirt or something. He settled on a slightly large white t-shirt. He walked out the already opened door, to find Bakura, lying with his hands resting on the back of the couch, and his head on top of his hands. Marik flushed madly when he realized Bakura was watching him change.
"Hey" Bakura said with a smirk.
"Humph. Perv! You were spying on me, weren't you?"
"And if I was?" Bakura asked with another smirk.
" I'd be deeply flattered." said Marik in a mock angry tone.
"Heh, Insane as always, eh koi? Hey do ya want something to drink?" Bakura asked as he walked to the kitchen.
" No, I'm fine. Thank you though." Marik called after him.
"Water it is" came Bakura's voice from the kitchen.
Malik shook his head, mentally laughing at Bakura's insistence.
Bakura came into the room with a soda for himself and a large glass of water for Marik.
"You should drink something," Bakura stated in a concerned voice, "Why were you bleeding so much?"
Marik looked down at the glass in his hands.
"No reason, really. I just…fell and cut my back."
"Backs do NOT bleed that much because of a c…"
Bakura stopped the middle of his sentence when he saw a cluster of small cuts around Marik's neck and shoulders. Then he saw a large bruise on Marik's upper arm. Bakura stood up suddenly and walked over to Marik. He took the glass out of Marik's hands and set it on the table, then proceeded to practically rip the shirt of him. Bakura just stared at all of the bruises and scars on Marik's body. Marik blushed and looked away from Bakura.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?"
Marik just looked at the ground and didn't answer.
" How the hell did I not see this before!"
" I-It's not your fault. It was probably too dark to see."
Bakura grumbled to himself. Then he looked at Marik with concerned eyes.
"What happened to you Koi?"
" …" Marik just looked at the ground.
Bakura was starting to get angry.
"MARIK! Come on tell me or I'll find out for myself!"
Marik looked down at the ground again, and then he looked at Bakura.
"Y-You promise you won't h-hate me?"
"…Depends…I could never hate you…but I could be mad for an extended amount of time."
Marik sighed and looked at his fingers.
" I …was…"
"Yes?" Bakura asked impatiently.
"…raped."
" blink, blink…WHAAAAAAAT! WHO! WHEN! HOW! WHERE! I'LL KILL 'EM! I'LL RIP THEIR HEART OUT! I'LL SEND 'EM TO THE PITS OF HELL! I 'LL…shadow realm…yes, shadow realm is good…" Bakura stopped when he saw Marik covering his ears and looking like he was about to cry. " …could you tell me who, or what happened?"
"…alright. It…was my…father …"
"…your father.…FATHER! MARIK WHY THE HELL DID YOU LET HIM DO THAT!"
Marik's face got red. "You think I LET him do it! YOU THINK I LET HIM DO IT! WHY IN RA'S NAME DO YOU THINK I WOULD LET HIM RAPE ME!"
Bakura stared at Marik. " …I…I…uh…Sorry Marik…I" He stopped talking when he saw Marik looking down, tears dripping down his chin. " Marik! S-Stop! D-Don't Cry! Please Stop!"
This just made Marik cry harder and he buried his face in Bakura's shirt. Bakura faced went red, and he started stammering incoherently. He stopped when he felt Marik's body starting to shake. Bakura stared at him. He slowly lifted his arms and gave Marik a small pat on the back, then he hugged him and he rest his head on Marik's.
"Shhh, shhh, don't cry. Shhh" he said soothingly and Marik fell asleep in his arms.
Bakura got up with Marik held close to his body. He walked into his room and he put Marik under the covers. Then Bakura laid down on the bed and held onto Marik, and he too fell asleep.
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Marik woke up at around midnight and saw Bakura lying over him, eyes open and stroking Marik's hair.
"Hey" Bakura smiled and he planted a small kiss on Marik's forehead. Marik smiled and he blushed.
Bakura propped himself up on his elbow and looked Marik in the eye.
" OK Marik, now you have to tell me what happened so I can do one of the following. 1) fly to Egypt and kill your father, 2) keep you here and never let you out of my sight again, or 3) I could go kill the pharaoh to let out my present unyielding rage...or, you know, I could kill him just for fun."
Marik smiled at Bakura. "Alright. I had been staying with Rishid and Isis in an apartment in Tokyo for about five weeks after battle city. Then one day Isis told me I had better go back to Egypt to tell my father I had given away the Senen Rod. She suggested I make the vivit as short as possible. At first, Rishid wouldn't let me go alone, but Isis told him they had to go on a museum tour or something like that and that they had to leave. They watched me leave on the plane, and I could swear I saw Isis crying. Anyway, I got to Egypt and I found my families tomb. I went in and I talked with my father. I told him I had lost to the pharaoh and that I told him of the god card inscription. But something was a little off. The whole time my father seemed a bit tense, then after I told him I no longer had the Senen Rod, he seemed relieved. Then…you know…yeah. Then after that he had decided that the inscription on my back was getting healed to much so he re-carved it in. That's why my back was bleeding when you found me, I didn't have the chance to take care of it yet…I had business to take care of."
Bakura nodded. "But that's not the whole story is it."
Marik's head shot up to look at Bakura. "…No it's not, but if I tell you the rest you WILL hate me."
"I already told you, I could never hate you."
Marik looked at Bakura and smiled sadly. " Yeah, you will hate me but I'll tell you anyway. Alright… there was a part of the tomb keeper initiation that I was never told about. It was ' at the time the pharaoh is resurrected, the current tomb keeper shall take on his past life's duty to always be there and serve the pharaoh in any and all ways.' Guess who gets to fill that role." Marik said looking down.
Bakura stared at Marik. And he stared, and stared.
" … serve in… every… way?"
" Yes…every."
" Like…every…way…as in anything he says?"
" YES DAMNIT! ANYTHING!" Marik was starting to cry again. " Starting tomorrow I have to do anything he says…anything."
Bakura stared at the ground. 'Yeah and I know exactly what he's gonna do, too. Damn bastard's always wanted Marik.' Bakura looked at Marik, then gave him a big hug.
"I don't care what happens, you'll always be my Marik. No matter what."
"…Arigato." Then Marik fell asleep.
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Ryou stepped out of his class room and walked down the hall. Bakura had told him about Marik and the pharaoh. To tell the truth, Ryou hated the pharaoh. Yuugi was a good friend, but Ryou had never liked the pharaoh. Bakura had come to Ryou soul room at about five in the morning the other night, and they talked about Marik. Ryou loved both Bakura and Marik. Not like he loved them, but he felt like a brother to them.
Ryou and Bakura were able to have their own bodies, but they liked to stay with each other most of the time. He always knew that Bakura loved Marik, and he did everything he could to make them happy. It was his pleasure, Marik and Bakura were like older brothers, they all hung out together and had fun. But now Marik was hurting, and Ryou would not stand for it. Ryou was not so timid anymore. Granted, Bakura still handled the rough stuff, but Ryou had certainly improved. Having someone to care about helped him to gain confidence. He no longer was so shy. Some people might say he was starting to act more like Bakura. He would agree, but a gentler, smaller Bakura.
Ryou stopped in front of Yuugi's class room door. Last night he had promised Bakura that he could meet with the pharaoh. Ryou knocked on the door. He didn't wait ten seconds before Katsuya opened the door. Ryou smiled, but inside he frowned. He never really liked Katsuya that much, either, but he was tolerable. He supposed it was Bakura who influenced him into disliking Jonouchi. He was just too annoying.
" Ohayou, Jonouchi. Is Yuugi in?" Ryou asked in a falsely sweet voice, something he had perfected since he had met Bakura
Jonouchi turned around. " Oi, Yuugi! Ryou wants ya!" Yuugi came over.
" Hey Ryou, what's up?" Yuugi asked, a curious smile on face.
" Nothing really, I was just wondering if I could talk to you after school." Ryou asked.
" Sure, I'd be happy to." Yuugi smiled again.
Ryou smiled. "Good. See you then." Then he turned around and started walking back to his room. As he heard Yuugi's classroom door close, he stopped and closed his eyes. He felt himself in the hallway between his and Bakura's soul rooms. He opens Bakura's door and smirks. " After school today," he says. Bakura looks up at him and smirks as well. "Good. Arigato Hikari-chan." Ryou smiles at the name Bakura called him. Bakura always called him that. It was almost silly, seeing the great big, bad, Bakura calling his mirror image darling light.
Ryou opened his eyes and walked the rest of his way to his homeroom.
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Ryou waited outside of the school. He looked up and saw Yuugi walking towards him. He smiled and greeted Yuugi.
" Follow me." Ryou said, and led Yuugi to the back of the school.
"So why did you want to talk to me, Ryou?" But as he spoke he could feel an increase of shadow magic in Ryou. 'Bakura!' he thought as he himself turned into his Yami form.
"What do you want Bakura!" Yami yelled at the other ( much cooler) yami.
Almost before Yami could blink, Bakura was clutching the front of Yami's shirt in a fist and held him against the wall.
" I just have one thing to say, pharaoh. If you lay one finger on Malik, I will kill you. I won't even send you to the shadow realm, I will murder you with my own two hands." Bakura stated in a low, threatening voice. He let Yami go and turned to walk away.
" What the hell do you mean, Bakura?" Yami yelled after him.
Bakura half-turned towards Yami, then he tuned back and walked away.