Chapter 29

Wanted

Daytime came slowly and unwanted. The golden-crested sun's rays bounced off Marik's sandy-colored hair and shimmed against his skin. He sat quietly on the roof of his sister's museum with an apprehensive girl at his side.

She said not a word and only watched him fettle with the metallic gray gun in his hands. Her ears captured the dreadful sound of ambulance sirens and the shouts of pedestrians down below.

It came to be quite the surprise at how placid Marik seemed before her. Neither a smile nor a frown grazed the boy's visage. It amazed her how calm he could be after witnessing death.

"What do we do now?" She mumbled ducking under a random blown newspaper.

"I don't know." He kept his back to her.

"You don't know! Marik, you could go to jail for this!" She raised her voice stepping closer to him. "How could you be so careless!"

"I should be!" He spun around and shouted. "Yes, I know I may be going to jail! So what!...At least I'll go satisfied." He turned back around and watched the paramedics enter the museum.

"Marik, you could be considered a murderer." The word 'murderer' stung the boy's ears. "I mean, if he's dead…"

Marik looked back at the gun held in his trembling hand and dropped it. He stared at it unconsciously.

"If I'm convicted, will you stand by me?"

Keket turned her attention away from Marik's back. She opened mouth unable to respond correctly.

Marik chuckled bitterly. "I know you're scared. It's quite alright."

"Marik, it's not that. I'm-I just never knew things would unravel so quickly."

The Egyptian boy's stomach churned with negative thoughts of his future. He lifted his head like a bird to the noise from above. Swearing under his breath; he grabbed Keket's hand and ran.

More police vehicles came about an hour after the incident perhaps all trying to appear on television and have there 20 minutes of fame.

The morning sky of pink and light blue shared darkening cumulonimbus clouds and low rumbling detonation. As the first drops of rain struck their heads, a helicopter, a police helicopter scanned above the top of the museum for evidence.

"You see anything?" A detective asked the pilot.

He shook his head and continued hovering down the street.

Besides the splatter of the falling rain and resolution of loud thunder, footsteps splashed through the puddles of Tokyo's many alleyways knocking over trash cans and frightening cats. The two teenagers echoing breaths and desire to not be captured filled the air.

The few streets they crossed were practically clear but the sidewalks inhabited school children. Excusing themselves a number of times, they passed through them avoiding the suspicious glares of law enforcement officers.

Keket stood behind her 'partner in crime' hiding her face in his shoulder.

"Marik?" She whispered unsteadily.

"Relax, just act natural." They held hands and slowly walked past the two officers never once making eye contact but as soon as they turned the corner…

"Oh my god."

The next street that led the way home was also the street that ran alongside Seto Kaiba's enormous corporation building which was swarming with police officials.

"Marik? What do we do now?"

The Tokyo Police Department was as busy as can be. Secretaries, officers, detectives, and fugitives flocked the building in an amazing multitude.

In Interrogation Room # 14,Ishizu Ishtar sat inaudibly thinking of her brother's now increasing dilemma. Two detectives and one officers repeated questions and shouted at her trying to get her to speak. She had remanded mute every since they found her in her office huddled in a ball.

"Okay Mrs.Ishtar, I'm going to ask you this again. Where is he?"

Ishizu lifted her head and stared blankly at the middle aged man before her.

"Miss Ishtar,this is a very grave moment of time.Seto Kaiba is in critical condition and there is a possibility that you may be convicted to murder if he dies. So that's why you must confess."

The woman's brilliant shinning emerald eyes caused the men to blush and clear their throats. She blinked before speaking.

"I refuse to confess for I have done no such deeds that you have predicted. Nor shall I notify the whereabouts of the true attacker."

The men sighed. "There's no use."

The room door suddenly swung open and two broadly men and a boy appeared between them.Ishizu recognized him to be Mokuba,Seto's loyal little brother.

His once long flowing jet black hair was now cut short and he was much taller with an older appearance.

"Mokuba." She sounded partially surprised.

"My brother wanted to give this to you." His voice held a sense of maturity to it.Mokuba was indeed getting older.

He stepped forward standing beside her and held out a blue velvet box. The other men in the room watched questionably extremely eager to see what it contained.

Ishizu studied the box carefully before taking it from the boy's hands. As she slowly opened it, her large eyes widened with indescribable bewilderment.

There, in her hands, laid the long awaited 4 K diamond-sapphire wedding ring that Seto promised would leave her speechless….and it did.

Isis placed her fingers to her lips. "Seto."

The cell phone of one of the Kaiba bodyguards rang startling only him.

"Hello?...WHAT! ARE YOU SURE!"

Mokuba as well as everyone else in the room turned their heads in unison to the shouting.

"What? What is it Harry? Is it my brother?"

"Young Kaiba,I'm afraid to announce…that your brother,Mr. Kaiba…"

Mokuba shook with impatience. "What?"

"Mr. Kaiba has been pronounced dead." The bodyguard hung his head in misery.

Ishizu dropped the wedding ring and stared at the floor where it landed. "Seto." She never once in her life wished death on anyone even the man she hated who was now no longer an error in her life.

Keket's grip on Marik's arm tightened as he led the way around the police populated area. They had climbed fire escapes and jumped off of ledges all the while nearly slipping as the rainwater came down upon them.

Marik leaned against a red brick wall folding his arm in frustration. He closed his eyes waiting for his girlfriend to jump from the ladder.

"Will you hurry up and jump!"

"I'm scared!" She shouted over the thunder and lightening. Her hands were slipping and her grip moistened and loss hold of the bar.

Marik witnessed and rushed to her rescue catching her with perfect stealth and grace.Keket's wide green eyes gazed into Marik's handsome violet ones with astonishment and what seemed to be love.

It had been a long time since the two were able to be so close and so emotional with one another. It actually seemed somewhat foreign to them.

Marik held the girl closer to him and cautiously brushed his lips against hers, anxiously waiting a response.

"Marik?"

"Yes?" He whispered back watching the crystalline rain flow down her caramel colored face and dampened her lips, making them irresistibly kissable.

"Even if you are convicted for murder, I will do anything and everything in my power to see that you do not go to jail."

"I don't understand." He placed her down.

Keket flipped her wet wavy hair out of her face and smiled. "What's there to not understand? I have found my purpose,Marik." She stepped closer pressing him against the wall.

She could feel his quiet excitement brush against her thigh.

"Oh really? What's your purpose?"

"To make you the happiest man who ever lived."

"Keket."

"No matter what happens I promise to stand by your side."

"Wow, did you make that all up on your own?" He said playfully.

"Don't ruin my day,Ishtar."

Marik smiled as he pulled her into the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced together. The world seemed to melt around them and the rain washed away their sadness.

As they breathed each other names and pulled closer to one another. The rain soaked their clothes and made their hair stick to their russet faces. Everything was alright.

The loud siren of an ambulance truck raced past them splashing even more water upon them.

Perhaps…Not everything was right in paradise.