Dread and the Fugitive Mind - Part 2
"I'm going after him," Marik told Seto, not waiting for a reply as he hurried out of the room, stopping to grab his coat on the way.
Frowning and standing up, Seto shook his head in frustration and glared at the world in general.
"People never think these things through," he muttered to himself, glancing over to see what Yugi-tachi were doing. They seemed to have progressed to playing strip-Monopoly now, however that worked, and Yami had rejoined them after Bakura had run off. Deciding he didn't need to worry about them for a little while, Seto stalked over to the coat rack and pulled on his familiar white trench coat. Picking up his keys from the dish on the hall table on the way, the CEO made his way out of the house and into the cold night air.
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It took Marik a while to realise just how cold it really was outside, but by the time Seto's dark blue sports car pulled to a stop next to him the icy wind had chilled him to the bone.
"Get in," the brunette said simply, leaning across to open the door for the shaking Egyptian.
"I always knew you were smart," Marik remarked as he got in and closed the door, warming his freezing hands with the hot air blowing from the heater.
"I thought everyone knew I was smart," Seto said as he started the car up again and drove slowly down the dark road, keeping an eye out for Bakura.
"I'm wearing a shirt, a cloak and a coat, and I'm still freezing. Bakura's only wearing a bunch of bandages." Marik pointed out in a worried voice.
"We'll find him, he won't have gotten very far in this," Seto reasoned as raindrops began to splatter against the windscreen.
"He'd probably forgotten he's mortal again," Marik guessed. "It's harder than you'd think remembering all the little things about it. You get so used to being a spirit, and then suddenly fire can burn you again. Even after two years, I still keep making mistakes."
"I can't say I've ever had that problem," Seto replied dryly, turning off down a road that led towards Ryou and Bakura's house.
"There!" Marik growled suddenly, pointing at a flash of white against the stormy darkness on the other side of the road.
Seto bought the car to a stop and followed Marik out across the empty street to where he'd spotted Bakura, over by a garden with skeletal-looking trees lining the driveway.
As they approached, Seto could see Bakura stood with his back leant against one of the trees out of the wind, his head down and his hair soaked with rain. The bandages he'd been wearing were hanging off his arms and the skin beneath was so pale it almost looked grey.
"Bakura, you ok?" Marik asked, while Seto took off his trench coat and wrapped the thick, heavy fabric around the thief's bare shoulders, which were shaking from the cold.
Bakura raised his head slowly to look at them with a pair of tired, red eyes. He seemed about to say something, but before he managed to get a word out his knees gave way and he slid to kneel on the ground, shuddering.
"Can you lift him?" Seto asked Marik as the purple eyed yami leant and easily picked up the dazed grave robber.
"Sure, he's even lighter than Ryou," Marik said, quite surprised at that fact.
"Good, sit with him in the back and we'll get him back to the mansion. That way I can call a doctor out to look him over," Seto decided, holding the back door of the car open for the tomb keeper to get in with Bakura, who had his eyes closed and a look of pain on his pale face.
"Sounds good, right Bakura?" Marik tried as Seto closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat, pulling a U-turn and heading off back towards the Kaiba mansion.
Dripping wet and frozen to the core, Bakura managed to open his eyes enough to send Marik a weak glare before they slid closed again. He wasn't pleased about being held like a child on the bigger yami's lap, but he couldn't summon the strength to move. At least now, wrapped up in Seto's coat and Marik's arms, it was warm. That thought in mind, Bakura gave up trying to stay awake any longer.
Marik felt Bakura go limp in his arms and looked up urgently at Seto, who caught the expression in the rear-view mirror. Locking his eyes back on the road, Seto put his foot down.
TBC
The drama, heheh. I have most of this fic written already... and a one-shot sequel. It's fun finally giving in and writing Bakura this way. Again, I'm sorry for the insane ooc-ness, but it was just more fun to write them this way. Review like good minions!