Chapter 30

My Fugitive

The morning sun had completely hidden itself behind the shadowy clouds. The winds from the Tropics had picked up and natural debris slid across the glass windows of corporate buildings and homes.

Keket pressed her hand against the cold window and then her forehead.She, as well as Marik, had made it home just seconds before the storm got really out of hand. She sighed and turned her head hearing Marik walk into the living room from behind her.

He sat on the white leather couch and buried his fingers into his light-colored hair holding his head in mere anguish.

It hurt Keket, who was now in a similar position, to see him this way. She slowly walked over to him and sat on the carpeted floor in front of him.

"What do I do now, Keket?" He spoke desperately trying to hold back tears. He hated appearing weak in front of anyone, especially Keket,but he was losing a battle he couldn't even understand.

"I know..." The girl stopped herself and reworded her sentence. "I don't want you to go to jail Marik.But, the right thing to do would be to turn yourself in."

"Darn it Keket!" He slammed his fists on the couch and rose to his feet. "I can't do that!" He paced off into the kitchen and Keket followed close behind.

"Then what are you going to do! Huh Marik! Wait it out! What, you think the police are going to just forget about this ever happening?" Keket waved her arm in the air in a careless fashion.

She fought for Marik's attention as he continued to hide his face from her while making himself a cup of coffee.

"You think you can just wish this all away?" She put a hand on her hip. "Well I got news for you Mr.Ishtar; you get killed Japan's, and possibly the world's, most elite businessman!"

Marik swore stridently and shattered his coffee mug on the tile floor.

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT! I know what I did! I know the consequences! I'm not stupid, Keket. You of all people should know that! What do you want me to do? The police won't believe me and even if they did what good will it do?"

Keket had been picking up the pieces of Marik's coffee cup and threw them away. She folded her arms and leaned against the refrigerator looking up at him from across the island counter that separated them.

"Marik, you know I'm behind you on everything you do? Right now I am at least, but I truly believe in turning yourself in."

Marik produced a fake inappropriate laugh that caused her to narrow her eyes.

"Turn myself in? Do you know how long convicted murderers are sentenced to jail? 5, 10, 20, even life! Is that what you want? To see me in jail? Keket, we won't be able to see each other."

Keket looked at the ground and bit her lip. There just had out be a way out of this. The fact that she would no longer have a rude naïve Egyptian boy around her made her awfully upset. Her luminous green eyes widen as a hunch began to sprout in her mind.

She lifted her head. "Marik?Do you have a library?"

Marik was completely dumbstruck by the question. "Uh? Yes,but why do you need"

"I'll tell you later. Lead the way." She pushed him in front of her quickening his pace.

"Why do you want to go to the library room?"

"I think I found a way out of this mess. But it's a 50-50 chance I'm willing to take."

"You're willing to take! This is my life you're gambling with!"

"Yes and I'm determined to keep it here on earth."

The two descended down the hallway and into the eastern part of the house. An area Keket had not been acquainted with yet.

"Wow."

The room was dressed from floor to ceiling in lavish 18th century décor. Red velvet and English leather greeted her with antique elegance. The cherry wood bookcases were aligned in a beautiful circular formation as if hugging the room, embracing its immensity. Yet the room was a tad dusty and smelled old.

"It smells funny in here."

Marik walked passed her and sighed. "Weren't you going to show me something?"

"Oh yeah! Do you have a book on justice systems, crime, stuff like that?"

Marik raised an eyebrow and looked at the millions of books that surrounded them. He shook his head slightly and headed for the door. "I'm not looking for those books."

"Marik?" Keket's whining was starting to appear cute.

"We have the internet."

"You do?"

"Yes."

Keket lifted her arms in the air. "Why didn't you tell me that in the first place!"

Marik only smiled and pulled her into the computer room which was conveniently location next door to the library.

There, they spent the entire morning, both waiting out the storm and surfing the web.

Marik had fallen asleep and leaned on his girlfriend's back. He had given her the permission to sit on his lap while typing away.

"Awesome! Hey Marik,wake up!"

Marik eyes slowly opened. "You pulled me away from a very exciting dream." He pinched her.

"I could tell.Anyways; I think I found something useful. You know something that may keep you from going to jail."

"Really? What is it?"

"Well it says here. That there's a possibility you could go to jail for 3 years or less if you convince the jury that you were acting out of self defense."

"That's the good news? That's my way out?"

"I'm not finished. If the jury is truly convinced, you could also not even go to jail; you could just be on probation."

"I see. That doesn't sound too bad at all."

"Ah hm. unless you get a bad judge I think you'll do fine."

"No. Wait. We still have a problem."

"Oh?"

"My sister and Kaiba's brother. Something is bond to go wrong."

"You're right. There's no telling what may happen there.Plus, the public won't rest until they see you behind bars.Seto is like Japan's sweetheart."

Marik leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily. He watched Keket aimlessly click away at the pop-ups and spam appearing and reappearing on the computer screen.

He pulled her closer to him and kissed the back of her neck.

"You're the only one who has my back. You won't leave me if I turn myself in, will you?"

"No. No reason to. Besides, I can pose as your witness."

"I don't think the jury would care what you would have to say."

Keket let go of the mouse and shifted her weight looked at Marik. "And why not? They know who I am. They saw me on TV with Seto back when that whole millennium item thing was going on."

She looked down at her armlet.Keket had completely forgot it was there and of it's somewhat importance. She stared blankly at it while Marik occupied himself with it.

"I forgot you were still wearing this stupid thing."

"Yeah,so did I."