Inclination

An uncomfortable change in the air occurred. Marik looked up from a book he was reading. Bakura walked in dropping a backpack stuffed. The two glared at each other then back at the bag. Marik sighed, he understood, it was an outbreak.

Without thinking about it Marik opened the back and looked inside, "You stole military blueprints?" he was impressed. He kept digging through, necklaces, keys, random but high valued items. He looked up at his friend with a slight confused look on his face. Bakura hadn't had an outbreak in years. Last outbreak that he knew of was in their first few years of their partnership/friendship in Egypt. A disturbing time for the both of them, neither one wanted to revisit. He knew him well enough to know how outbreaks occur, from an unexpected change, anything out of ordinary could've set his friend off. Whatever it was, had to be dealt with. Outbreaks, if not controlled in time, turn dangerous.

"That's not all." Marik looked down to see he was being handed what look like a packet, he took and looked over the contents. His stomach twisted.

"What the hell are you doing Bakura? You're hacking now?" Marik asked staring down at a list of all who were involved in a witness protection program. He toke note, outbreaks can possibly lead to new addictions. Impressed, but he'd be lying if this didn't put him on edge. He thought, what was different now than six months ago? It hit him, "You need to stay away from Mai." If Mai is going to cause him to be a danger to his self and others better keep them separated.

Bakura was at a loss of words. That pissed him off, but before he could show anger he stopped, why would it bother him being around the girl or not? "No." he said automatically. Marik looked at him skeptical. "I have an idea.." Bakura said rolling his eyes, that was half a lie. The weird odd abnormal seemed slightly normal to him. Everyone needs to change up their routine every once in a while.

Marik looked around, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea for you to step out of your comfort zone. No offense my friend but it's always dangerous for those who are around." Marik looked back down at his book. A few minutes went by, he looked back up to see Bakura standing there, deep in thought. "…You're thinking about showing her into our world." Their world where anything goes. "Can you honestly trust her? Need I remind you of situation when you were locked in solitary confinement and it took me three days find you cause you were listed under a false name?"

"I'm better now thank you, and you shouldn't dwell in the past, always move forward."

"What if she… refuses?"

Bakura shrugged, "We kill her. Bury her in a desert, blame someone."

Marik laughed, "Did she say something to offend you? You sound like you want to murder the poor girl." It took a few minutes for him to stop laughing. The room was once again silent. He noticed Bakura had a strange expression, one of deep thought and unease. Marik grew impatient, he threw his book at his friend.

"She's…." He wasn't sure how to answer. Say something to offend him? Of course, almost everything she says annoyed him. Again he was at a loss of words. Without thinking he had turned to walk out. Damn that woman.

He was actually tongue tied for once. He felt like a child. He hated it more than anything. She should die a slow bloody miserable death. Then again… things would be normal without her.

Insanity he understood, crazy he could do, going back to normal? He wasn't sure if he can. "Cliché." His body shook with the word. First of all what was wrong with him using a French word, and second how far in a hole did he get his self into if he just now realized he was in one of those moments. Was it too late to climb out?

He stopped when he realized he was walking down a street, he sighed. That was the wrong question… Did he want to get his self out?