After All This: Chapter five
Marik stood there smirking as he watched Bakura, who looked ready to faint. "Well love." He drawled. "I'm glad to hear that you remember who I am, I take it some of your memory is slowly returning?"
Bakura bit his bottom lip and nodded nervously. "What... how are you still alive?"
Taking a step forward, Marik pulled the millennium rod out of his back pocket. "With this, I'm surprised that the millennium ring didn't pick it up yet, until now."
Bakura took a step back and glanced down at his own millennium item to see that the pointers were all glowing and lifting towards the other item. Closing his eyes, Bakura took in a deep breath. He could also feel the millennium puzzle come closer. "So, why are you here? After all this time?"
Marik frowned slightly before speaking again. "It was very hard for me after you died, even thought your soul was locked in an item I knew that with the right person... your soul could be released. So after taking over the Kingdom and ruling over it for awhile I had my soul locked into the rod hoping to find you one day." Marik paused for a second before continuing. "The millennium rod is one of the two items kept by the tomb keepers. The one's who live under ground protecting the Pharaoh's tomb until he return's. The young son of the man who was the keeper of the tomb's at my time of waking up... is the one who's body I live in. I killed the boy's father and slowly took over his mind."
Bakura stood there silent staring at him. "Thing's have changed Marik. We've both changed a lot, sadly not both for the better."
Marik sneered slightly. "Yes well I try, oh here comes your lover. I guess I should be going now." In one move, Marik moved in front of Bakura kissed him quickly and then disappeared out of sight.
Once he was gone Bakura gasped and slid to the ground, Yami coming threw the door's seconds later.
Yami froze when he found his lover sitting against the walls of the palace, his head in his arms. "Bakura? Love are you okay?" Yami asked, taking a step forward.
Bakura froze before looking up, his eye's wet from tears. "Yami?"
Yami frowned as he saw that Bakura was crying. He rushed over and sat down beside him, putting his arm around the others shoulder. "Bakura, are you alright? Did something happen?"
"I remember now... who the guy was." Bakura sniffed.
"You do? Who was he?" Yami asked quickly.
"He's... his name is Marik..." Bakura said.
"Marik..." Yami said, closing his eyes for a second. "I remember now..."
"Umm, Yami there's something you really need to know." Bakura said nervously.
"What is it?" Yami asked.
"In the past, Marik he was... he was my past lover." Bakura confessed.
Yami's face went blank at his words. "Oh god..."
"I know I'm sorry I never told you I mean... I... it's all over you know." Bakura mumbled.
"No, no. It's not that, and you didn't even remember. But that night in the motel that was Marik in our room and I had this dream." Yami said.
Bakura and Yami headed back towards the others while Yami re-told his story.
Bakura was pretty shaken up by the time the story was told. "So... he's after me then."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you. I won't let that bastard hurt you."
Bakura smiled slightly, and leaned into Yami. "I believe you love."
Marik stood in the shadow's glaring at the couple. "Who does that Pharaoh think he is? Bakura is mine and has been forever since we meet! I never saw Yami at Bakura's side on the street and in the caves! He took Bakura's soul from him for crying out loud!" Marik turned and went down the hidden hallway, muttering all the way to himself. "I remember the first time we meet..."
Flashback
A fifteen year old Marik stood in the shadow's watching the comings and goings in the palace. He began to grow curious to what was going on. All of a sudden he saw his father running towards him at full speed. "Father?" He questioned. "Father, what's going on?"
"Marik, this is not a good time to talk. Come there is someone I wish you to meet before I die." Marik's father, Taik said as he grabbed hold of his son's hand and began to drag him out of the palace.
"Father, what is going on? And what do you mean before you die?" A confused Marik questioned, as he quickened up his pace.
"Shh, son no word's need to be spoken now." Taik said, as they left the safety of the guarded walls.
Marik sighed slightly and continued to follow his father threw the city and out of it. He stopped short when he saw his father walk up to a tall, cloaked man.
"Taik." The man nodded, as the two shared an embrace.
"Kerean." Taik nodded. "This is my son, Marik."
"Hello Marik." Kerean said, nodding his head towards the boy.
"Sir." Marik squeaked out, as he thought how familiar the guy's name sounded.
"Come, let's head to the cave's quickly the sun is a killer today." Kerean said, as he started to walk away.
Marik followed his father and Kerean still confused by all the un-answered questions. He gasps slightly, when he saw the cave's of thieves ahead of them. "Father?"
"Wait my son." Taik said, glancing back.
Marik then glanced at Kerean and realized how the name sounded familiar. 'Of course! Kerean, that's the name of the King of Thieves! What is father doing with this man?' He stopped suddenly as he realized that they had entered the cave.
"Marik!" Kerean smiled, waving his hand about. "Welcome to the cave, the home of thieves!"
Marik gasped in wonder, the cave was ten time's the size of the Palace, most of the entrance was filled with water, coming from small water fall. "Wow, this is amazing!"
Taik and Kerean shared a small smile.
"Father, why did we come here? I don't understand." Marik said confused.
"Son... there's something I need to share with you." Taik said, bending down to face his son. "You see, I don't really work for the Pharaoh."
"You don't?" Marik said. "Then who do you work for?"
"As a spy for the King." Taik said proudly.
"You?" Marik said, pointing to Kerean.
"Yes." Kerean nodded.
"So why tell me now, does this have to do with what you said earlier about dieing?" Marik quickly asked.
"Marik, the Pharaoh has learned of my secret, so I can no longer live." Taik frowned. "Neither Kerean and I wish to hide any more, so were leaving thing's in the hand's of our son's now."
Marik watched, as Kerean leaned over and kissed his father lovingly and remembered that they two had been holding hand's the entire journey here. "So, you two are what? Lovers or something?"
"Yes son we are. I hope that doesn't change your view on me." Taik said.
"I love you no matter what father." Marik said, hugging him.
"Father! Father!"
Marik turned around quickly watching as a young boy his age with white hair and pale skin rode in on a black horse.
"There coming sir, less then ten minutes away." The boy explained as he got of his horse and led it over to them.
"Thank you Bakura." Kerean nodded. "Marik. I'd like you to meet my son Bakura."
"Hi..." Marik said his word's dropping off as he glanced into the boy's soft brown eyes.
"Hello Marik, nice to meet you." Bakura smiled.
"Same here." Marik said, as he looked between father and son. "Forgive me for saying this but you don't look at all like your father."
"Well, I'm not his birth son. He took me in." Bakura explained. "So have our father's told you yet what is going to happen?"
"No, not yet." Marik said, with the shake of his head.
"Bakura, can you please explain it too him while Taik and I talk?" Kerean requested.
"No problem father." Bakura replied, his voice slightly un-steadied.
Marik watched as his father and Kerean walked away, far enough so that the two boys' couldn't hear them.
"Marik?" Bakura said suddenly, drawing the other boy's attention back to him.
"Hmm?" Marik nodded.
"As you most likely already know, the Pharaoh knows about the alliance between our fathers and is now off to kill both of them. He has sent over fifty off his best guard's over here to kill them. Right now the caves are empty all the others who live here are in hiding." Bakura explained. "What are father's are asking of you won't be an easy task, if you accept it or not."
"What do they want me to do?" Marik asked.
"To kill them." Bakura stated.
"What! Why?" Marik said, horror filling his face.
"Look, your father what's you to continue out what he did... to assist the King of thieves. So he wished for you to kill the both of them, and to tell the Pharaoh that you found out about your father's evil doing's and that you have killed them to prove your loyalty to the throne." Bakura told him.
"Oh... makes sense in a weird way." Marik said, in an almost silent whisper. Looking down he asked. "If it isn't the Pharaoh I should serve but the King of Thieves, may I ask who the man that I should follow is?"
Placing his hand under Marik's chin, Bakura lifted his face up so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Me."
Marik felt and odd chill run down his spin, licking his lip's he nodded. "Yes."
"You'll do it?" Bakura smiled.
"Yes, yes I will." Marik said, smiling back.
"Oh thank you!" Bakura said, hugging Marik tightly.
Kerean and Taik had now joined the two.
"Thank you son." Taik smiled.
"No problem dad, I'll make you proud. You didn't raise a damn good liar for no good reason." Marik smirked.
Ruffling his son's hair, Taik laughed. "Yeah I know."
The laughter was cut short by Bakura's horse as the horse snorted and pawed the ground.
"They are coming." Bakura stated.
"You must go now son!" Kerean said.
Nodding, Bakura hugged his father. "Thank you for everything father, you gave me a second chance at life."
"Well, you gave me a reason to live one." Kerean smiled.
"Goodbye father." Bakura said.
"Goodbye... my king." Kerean said, with a slight bow.
Jumping on his horse, Bakura pulled out a blade and tossed it to Marik. "There you go Marik, take care of yourself I will be watching over you and when the time is right will meet again." With that Bakura yelled and the horse went out of the cave at full speed.
Marik watched for a while before turning to face the two men. "I guess it's time."
"Yes, goodbye son. Thank you." Taik nodded.
With a small sigh, Marik put on a mask one of coldness. First stabbing Kerean in the heart then his father. Then to make it good, he used the blade of Kerean to cut himself, making it look like a fight had taken place. Seconds after the cave entrance filled with the Pharaoh's guards.
Flashback over