After All This: Chapter eight
Flashback
Prince Yami sent Marik a confusing glance as the other boy quickly rushed them both away from his room. "Marik. What is going on? Who were you talking to?"
"Err, myself. And we must rush because we have a lot to do in such a little time." Marik quickly rushed.
"Oh of course." Yami nodded, sparring a second glance backwards.
Bakura stood up again, second's after Marik left. He didn't wish for someone to burst in and find him here. Walking over to the south wall he glanced at the writing, read what had been wrote. He smiled sadly as he read what Marik had written about his father. Giving one last glance towards the door and then the bed he decided that a little lay down never killed anyone.
Marik let out a huge sigh as he made his way towards his room. The duel was about to start soon so he and Bakura would have to make a move to get out of here. Entering his room, a smile crossed his lips as he found the thief lying asleep in his bed. The moment he shut the door, Bakura sat up awake and alert.
"It's about time you got back." Bakura said, getting up and grabbing his cloak. "Does the duel start soon?"
"Yes it does, so we can get ready to leave soon." Marik nodded as he grabbed for his cloak.
"Excellent. I left our horses just outside of the city so were going to have to make are way threw it." Bakura told him, as he pulled his cloak on.
"Alright." Marik replied, placing his cloak on as well. "Let's go now. Everyone should already be in the room."
"You most likely know the fastest way out of here so lead the way." Bakura said.
"Okay." Going to his door, Marik opened it and stepped out. He glanced up and down the halls a few times before nodding towards Bakura. "We can go now."
Bakura quickly joined him out in the hall and glanced around. "You know, it isn't that hard to sneak around this place."
"I know." Marik chuckled. "When I was younger I always snuck out of here to avoid my lessons I had to learn."
Bakura smirked slightly and nodded a bit. "I remember when Kerean first took me in after my parent's where killed. He always wished to train me in his ways. I refused for awhile, but soon realise that there was nothing else in life to do."
Marik nodded in understanding. "It seems we both grew up to a life we never wished to live, yet here we are living it. Carrying out what are father's taught us. Bakura, why is that? Why are we doing this?"
"Maybe, maybe it's because this is the only life we know to live." Bakura said.
Marik nodded, and a blanket of silence fell over the pair. The quickly made there way out of the palace and it's walls without being seen. Once out in the city, Bakura led them threw a series of alley ways until they reached the outskirts of the town. Raising his finger's to his lips, Bakura let out a long loud whistle. Soon two horses came towards them at a fast pace. Marik recognized the black horse that came up to Bakura right away, and watched as the bay horse ran up to him.
Bakura smiled, and gave his horse a pat. "Hey Kaliany." The horse gave him a nicker in return and a small push with her nose.
Marik pat the bay mare as he watched Bakura.
"That's Nirona." Bakura smiled. "She's yours now, and she knows it."
Marik smiled, and glanced at Bakura. "We should be going now."
"Quite right." Bakura nodded, as he got on his horse. "Come on Kaliany."
Soon the pair was gone and all that was left was dust.
End of flashback
Marik pulled his horse to a stop as they reached the edge of the cave. "Whoa there boy." Patting the chestnut horse, he jumped off and entered the cave knowing that his horse would follow him. Smiling, Marik quietly said to himself. "It feels good to be finally home again." Glancing over his shoulder one last time he headed into the small pool of water and kept walking right threw the waterfall. Marik light a torch and left his horse before going into the depth of the dark caves. The caves have been long deserted and the last group that had ever really lived here was when Marik had taken over ruling. This of course was a really long time. An unceasing smell seemed to come towards him from the deeper part of the cavern. When Marik was younger he could run threw here blind folded, but now he had to stop every once in awhile and sometimes even turn back a little way's. So what is usually a ten minute trip of continuing of twist and turns turned out to be a three hour maze. Marik let out a small growl when he finally reached the center of the place. "It's about Ra damn time." Marik muttered to himself as he set about lighting other torches, suddenly out of no where an evil smirk crossed his face. Then sitting down on his made-shift throne he began to think. "If I had that much trouble finding my way threw here... Bakura will be lost in a matter of second's! Those other fool's with him won't know the way threw the tunnels but will still try to find him." Laughing Marik added. "Of course they won't get anywhere except more lost and a nice big tomb!"