AN: Wow, chapter five. Never thought this would go past two…I usually start a story, and stop in the middle. lol
-Bakura is 16, Ryou is 6, and Marik is almost 17…
I DO NOT OWN YGO!
Chapter Five: Fight
-At the gas station-
Marik opened the shotgun seat for Ryou and ran over to the driver's seat. After buckling himself and making sure that Ryou had used his seat belt, Marik grabbed a pen from the top eyeglass case. He quickly tapped the TV screen in the limo, and the menu (similar to that of a computer) opened. Accessing the car tracking system that Bakura and he himself had invented a few years back, (they made it for a school project, only to be lectured by the teacher about stalking others) Marik asked Ryou for the six-digit code.
"4-1-5-7-4-3," Ryou said slowly enough for Marik to type them in.
"Okay, good job." Marik hit the enter button, and the screen split into two. The top half showed the status of the black truck, such as when it was bought, whom it was bought from, who owned it, etc. The lower screen revealed a map with a moving blinking dot. "Found you, Brian." Marik shifted the limo into gear and hit the gas, pursuing the kidnappers.
Ryou clutched the side of his seat so hard that his knuckles started turning white. His face was pale, but his eyes were determined.
Marik gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Hang on, Ryou," he said before he slammed the limo into high speed.
With the skill and ease of an expert, Marik maintained his cool as he passed over a dozen cars.
Ryou's chocolate brown eyes widened as a big truck nearly crushed them. The limo however, maneuvered around the cargo car and shot forward. Wow, Ryou thought, amazed as Marik covered nearly two miles per minute with the limo. (That's about 120 miles an hour.)
"The car with Kura isn't moving anymore…"
Rapidly glancing at the screen, Marik nodded. "Yes, they've stopped at the train station. Damn, they're trying to get away." Marik cursed again before jerking the wheel sideways and exiting the highway.
-Hibimaki Train Station- (AN: I just made that up off the top of my mind.)
Light blinded his vision as Bakura was thrown out of the truck. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and found that his hands were bound by a piece of rope. As he was dragged towards the center of somewhere, his sight fell upon Brian.
Tall, red headed, and black eyed, Brian was Bakura's worst rival.
At Domino High, Brian had been the top student, rude and obnoxious but known as the perfect student. During his junior year, he received the highest SAT score in his class. In his senior year, he would've been recognized as the student with the highest score in Domino High history…if it hadn't been for Bakura. The new transferred student was kicked out of one of the elite schools in the country. He had, in fact, been a sophomore at the time. Taking the SATs, Bakura excelled past everyone, including Brian. Bakura graduated early, and gained everyone's admiration.
Brian smiled thinly at Bakura. "So, looks like you're still daddy's boy." Bakura's confused look urged Brian to explain. He had to have a moment of triumph. "The orphan, you asshole."
Bakura blinked.
"Don't play dumb. The Bakura I know would have never adopted a kid unless there was a catch."
"I see you're still the underdog; not only dumb, but blind." Bakura scoffed. "Down to kidnapping, are we?"
The sound of a slap resounded throughout the empty station. Brian kicked Bakura in the stomach furiously before one of his own men held him back.
"Easy boss," the man whispered. "We ain't gonna get the money if he's dead."
Brian shrugged the man off and glared at Bakura. "I'm going to humiliate you so bad, you'll never be able to show yourself in public again."
"Really? I look forward to it." Bakura gave a one-sided smile. "Go ahead and try."
"Boss, car. By the looks of it, it's a limo."
Brian frowned. "A limo?" He turned towards Bakura. He cursed. "It's Marik. Kill the lights. We'll give him a beating he won't soon forget."
Bakura muttered curses under his breath. He looked around, studying his new surroundings.
Kneeling in the middle of a large square of paved ground, Bakura the main entrance with two railway tracks running parallel beside it. An empty ticket booth was on either side of the square, in front of the tracks. The ceiling had metal beams across it, and the high structure had windows that circulated around.
-Near the Limo-
"Mawik, the lights…it's dawk…" Ryou's voice trembled. Marik reassuringly put an arm around the child's shoulders.
"It's okay." Marik trudged up to the building and peeked through a window. He saw shadows scurrying across the platforms, at least seven or eight of them. Crap…there's a lot of them. "Ryou, I need you to do something for me," Marik said slowly and carefully, thinking. Ryou looked at him suspiciously. "I'm going to go inside. I need you to stay out here and hide. If Bakura and me don't come out in half an hour, then go get the police…cautiously, okay?"
Ryou stared at him. Marik nodded swiftly before slipping into the dark building.
-In the Train Station-
Bakura waited patiently as he heard the steel doors open and close. Footsteps resounded throughout the whole station. After one or two steps, there was silence. His heart pounding in his ears, Bakura waited anxiously for a sound, any sound. More silence.
A man grunted. Something metal clanked. A groan.
Brian, who was standing next to Bakura with a metal pipe in his hand, frowned. "Did you guys get him?"
There was a chuckle. "You are so dead."
Bakura grinned. He knew that voice. Stealing a quick glance at the alarmed Brian, Bakura calculated his timing and his location. Abruptly, he somersaulted towards Marik's voice. Brian cried out in frustration, but didn't chase after him for fear of assault.
A hand stopped him, and gripped his shoulder softly. It was definitely Marik. A knife cut Bakura's bonds.
"I've got a weapon. There's at least 9 of them…piece of cake, right?" Bakura's grin widened. "Get the lights," Marik whispered. "And try not to hurt them too much."
"As long as I get Brian and the old stubbly chinned man, I'm fine," Bakura replied in an equally soft voice.
Marik gave one curt nod before Bakura slid off towards the entrance, making no sound. As he passed many of the abductors, he felt a tremor of fear and unease.
His hand sliding around for the control panel, Bakura hit the lights, and it began.
Yells of pain filled the station as illumination hit eyes. While some of the men were reeling from the effect, Bakura and Marik were on the move.
Bakura ran towards his first enemy and punched him in the stomach. He shoved the man to the ground and knocked him out with no trouble. Arms wrapped themselves around his neck and started choking him. Bakura grunted as he rammed his back towards the ground, using the attacker as a pillow. The air left the man's lungs as soon as he hit the pavement. Bakura mercifully knocked him out as well.
Marik jumped into action as soon as the lights were turned on. He slammed the butt of his metal pipe (the weapon he picked up earlier) into a captor's back and whapped him in the head, making him unconscious. Three more people charged him from all directions. Ambush. Marik stood stock still, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
The foes gave a wild cry before attacking Marik. One of them could have sworn Marik was smiling, but he couldn't remember, recovering from a concussion a few days later.
A gunshot. "That's enough. You can continue if you like," Brian said cheerfully. "But, if you do anything hostile, I may have to shoot this little tyke here."
Ryou whimpered as the cold steel was shoved harder into his neck.
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-AN: Thank you once again for all the reviews and support! Anyways, I just want you to note that this scene was the 'action' scene of this fic…there may be another, depending on how the story progresses. Sorry, but all these chapters are written right on the bat. I don't edit (though I spell check) and I don't reread them, usually. I hope you enjoy! I promise it gets better soon, if you don't like this