Night.
Night. Everyone seemed to gain some strange impulse to go out at night. Night was an unexplored world of an already explored universe. Night made all the difference, If you were anyone else but him. He sat on a 3 foot brick wall with a shovel laying against him. The wind blew slightly, he wearing his favorite dark gray hoodie and jeans. He listened closely he heard the footsteps in the distance but other besides that it was silent. Dead silent. As to be expected in a cemetery.
Moments later he stood, straightening up. The sound of footsteps drawing near. Keeping his attention on what he was listening to, he quickly grabbed his shovel and swung hard. Hitting the metal part against the unknown persons skull causing the body to fall unconscientiously. "Never still from a theif." He spoke, his own British accent annoyed him to the point to where sometimes he'd go mute. He reached down taking back what was his.
"Bakura." Turning his attention to the now darken figure who called his name and now sitting in the spot he was a bit ago. "I have a request."
Bakaura rolled his eyes, "Marik, don't you have a cult of some sort willing to do these special 'errands'?" he said sarcastically.
The two were sort of friends. "I can only trust you." Marik's voice trailed off as he stared up at the starry sky. "It's… a personal item."
Bakura threw his shovel over his shoulder and turned to walk off. He heard all he had needed. Marik smirked to himself as he stood and followed after the man.
I know its short. Sad introduction for Bakura but it gets better. : ] Read and review