The Tomb of Fate

Chapter 2: Fight and Flight

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WARNING: This is a Malik/Bakura pairing fic. If you don't like them together, or think shounen-ai is sick, you might not want to read. But if you're a Malik/Bakura fan, go ahead.

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NOTE: This fic takes place in a different world than Yu-Gi-Oh. Bakura and Malik are NOT from ancient Egypt, and they do NOT know each other already or any of the other YGO characters.

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The taxi drive seemed to take forever. In fact, it almost did. Twice they nearly drove into boulders in the road, and another time they were attacked by vengeful natives.

The trip consisted of a six-hour drive out into the scorching deserts of Egypt to find a remote area that might contain the tomb that Malik had been assigned to. And they still had three more hours to go.

"This sucks," muttered Bakura under his breath.

"Why can't we have taken another plane? Or maybe a faster taxi?"

Malik ignored this comment, but looked Bakura in the eye.

"You know, I've been thinking…" Malik started, for the fifth time in the past hour.

Bakura suddenly exploded.

"You know what; I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THINKING! You think that you know everything, you rich son of a bitch, while the only thing you really know is how to piss people off. Why can't you just leave me alone for a damn minute already!"

Neither of them spoke for the remainder of the trip.

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Finally, the taxi stopped at a small town centered around an oasis. Supposedly, this was only a few miles from their destination. As they stepped out of the car, Malik pulled a thick wad of bills out of his pocket and gave them to the driver. He looked astonished, but Malik just said, "Keep the change," and walked off in a hurry. Bakura approached Malik as the car headed away.

"Look, Malik, I'm really sorry for what I said back there. I didn't mean any of it."

Malik glared at Bakura, and began to yell back.

"I'm SURE! You think that you can just take your anger out on someone, and then just turn around later and say 'I'm sorry'! Who do you think I am!"

Bakura had not ever seen Malik less than happy, and this shocked him. It even, surprisingly, hurt him. Why would this idiot's problems affect me? I could care less!" But still, Bakura could not stop trying to apologize.

"No, really. I was just… really worked up from all of the excitement. I mean, we're going to the tomb of the most famous Egyptian king ever! I just got nervous, and then…"

Malik's eyes began to shine with the beginnings of tears.

"You, excited about the tomb? YOU! You don't even care about the tomb! For all I know, you just cam here to murder me and rob the tomb and the history books! You're just… just… evil!"

Malik's face was now sparkling with tears, and they streamed down onto his shirt as he ran away from Bakura.

Bakura stood there, and began to look at his own feet. He really felt sorry for that Malik guy. Lately, Bakura noticed that he was acting very different around Malik. He never felt sorry for people. This was a new feeling. Maybe one of the reasons he felt bad was because he did plan to kill Malik. But maybe, maybe his plan could be swayed… just a bit. What am I saying! How could I, Bakura, change my plans for glory and riches just for this stupid stuck-up brat!

Yet, as he thought these words, Bakura did not feel as if he had really meant them.

When he continued to analyze his feelings, Bakura realized something important. Something big.

He began to stare off into space, as if nothing else mattered.

"I have feelings for this Malik guy."