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The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon as Marik dragged himself through the door.
"Good afternoon Marik."
"Good afternoon, Master Marik." The blonde groaned, before trudging upstairs. He could hear both his siblings laughing downstairs, but was too tired to care. Marik collapsed on the bed, before Ishizu called out to him.
"Are you skipping dinner?" Marik groaned, knowing he'd be kicking himself later if he missed one of his 7 square meals a day. Walking back downstairs, the Egyptian headed to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of cold pizza from the bench. Ishizu walked in, a smile written on her face.
"So...how was school?" The youngest Ishtar groaned, and the smile on Ishizu's face grew.
"You are so lucky you were home schooled."
"Yes, but so were you."
"But you finished your education." Marik rolled his eyes, sighing. "Why am I always on the worst end of these things?" The older girl smiled, before wrapping her arms around her younger sibling.
"Yes, it would appear you are always on the 'worse' side." Marik was about to pull away from the hug, when Ishizu grabbed his wrist. "I need you at the museum at 8am sharp. Not 8.30...not 8.15. 8 o'clock, okay?" Marik turned to his sister, giving her a 'reassuring look'.
"I'll be there, don't worry." The blonde walked back upstairs, and Ishizu sighed as Odion walked in.
"He won't be there, will he?" Odion looked sympathetically at his adopted sister, but couldn't stop smiling.
"I wouldn't count on it." Suddenly, Marik's voice was heard from upstairs.
"WHAT THAT 8AM OR 8PM?" Ishizu groaned and Odion laughed to himself.
"8AM IS IN THE MORNING!" Odion kept laughing, even when Ishizu looked at him with a Kaiba like glare.
"I give you credit for not giving up on him yet." Ishizu turned to eyeball the stairway where Marik had stood a short few minutes ago.
"Yet."
Marik woke up screaming, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. Ishizu, chasing him with a butcher's knife. The blonde shuttered, before realising what had caused the dream.
/Ishizu is going to kill you, kiiiiiiiill you/ Marik decided Malik was trying to sound like a ghost or a prophet, but wasn't going to well.
/What the hell are you doing?/
/Check the clock nimrod/ The Egyptian looked towards the electronic alarm clock and started at it for 2 seconds, before swearing and jumping up. The numbers 7.55 flashed back at him as Marik ran around destroying the room in an attempt to find a change of clothes. The museum was a 10 minute ride even by motorbike, and Marik didn't have ten minutes. Pulling on a sleeveless purple shirt, the Ishtar ran downstairs.
"Ishizu!" Marik ran into the kitchen following his natural instincts, and almost swore when he found the small note on the bench.
Already left. Please don't be late.
~Ishizu
"Damn!" Marik ran to the garage to get the motorbike, but already knew there was no way he'd be on time.
/Or is there?/
/No, shut up/ Marik heard the yami mentally clear his throat, obviously wanting attention.
/Or is there?/ The hikari sighed, knowing that Malik wouldn't shut up until he heard him out.
/What to you propose?/
/Well, if you used shadow magic-/
/No/
/Fine, if you want to be late. See if I care when Ishizu's roasting your head over an open fire/ Marik groaned, not finding a better option.
/You win, but to the museum/ Marik retreated into his soul room as Malik took over control, the millennium rod seeming to appear from nowhere. The yami flicked his wrist, and a portal of swirling black and purple appeared, a shadow portal.
/Hold onto your stomach/ Malik stepped through the portal, and forced Marik into control as they fell through nothing.
"Malik!" The hikari screamed as he hit the cold concrete floor. Laughter came from the mind link and Marik looked up to see where Malik had made the other end of the portal wind up. The roof of the museum basement. "I hate you..."
/I love you too.../
"I'm sorry, I'm sure my brother will be here soon." Ishizu voice was just near the top of the basement. Marik jumped up and dusted himself off, before running upstairs. Opening the doors, the Egyptian was greeted by the sight of 4 people, and was surprised to recognize 3 people. Ishizu, who was talking to a taller male, Odion, standing at the door as if expecting an attack at any time, and Ryou Bakura, standing close to Ishizu and the other man. The albino saw Marik and smiled, waving. Marik smiled back, walking over to the three.
"Sorry I'm late. I was just downstairs checking the temperature and humidity in the basement." Marik put on a signature smile, and for the first time ever Ishizu was grateful for her brothers extraordinary lying skills. "One degree off and we could lose who knows how many dollars' worth of artifacts." Marik and the stranger shook hands. "Hi, Marik Ishtar."
"Isanu Bakura, and this is my son Ryou. And might I say, it is amazing how much care you take of your artifacts."
"Well, our history is what makes us who we are today. You could almost say if you understand history, you can better understand yourself."
"My thought exactly." Ryou gave his father a 'for the sake of my pride please shut up' and Marik held back a laugh. Ishizu caught the look and smiled, deciding to spare the teens.
"Marik, why don't you show Ryou around?" The blonde thought for a second.
"Ah...I was planning on meeting Yugi at the arcade today, and Ryou is more than welcome to come with us." Ryou gave Marik a thumbs up behind his father's back, and straight away Marik knew the albino's father didn't know about their planned meeting.
"Thank you for the offer, but I think Ryou would rather stay here.." Ryou quickly interrupted his father, not letting the chance to leave the museum pass away.
"Dad, it's fine. I'll go with Marik and meet you back here when you're leaving, 5pm?" The older man sighed, before passing the shorter boy a cell phone.
"If anything happens-" Ryou sighed.
"I'll call you." The Egyptian took a step towards the albino.
"Don't worry Mr Bakura. I'll make sure your son comes back in one piece." The older man smiled at the Egyptian.
"Thank you Marik."
"Okay, let's go Ryou." The two teens calmly walked out of the room, before breaking into a sprint. Marik started to laugh, and Ryou cast him a sly look.
"Of course Ryou would rather stay at the museum."
"Hey, you're the one checking the 'temperature and humidity'."
"That was Malik's fault." Marik sighed. "Well, at least we have a full afternoon of just being normal teenagers." Ryou shook his head, agreeing to disagree.
"Whenever there's more than two millennium items in the same room, you know there's a storm coming. Today we have three." The pair finally slowed to a walk.
"True. But what have we got to lose?"
"Our souls." Marik brought his finger up to his own mouth.
"Shh...There are spirits all around us, we need not encourage them." Ryou laughed at Marik's failed physic voice, but Malik was not amused.
/Shut up or else!/ Ryou laughed harder.
"Bakura says shut the 'beep' up."
"Malik said the same thing." Marik looked at the sky, his basic education returning to him. "It's about 9 am. Yugi said we'd meet up this afternoon. We have time to kill." Ryou elbowed the Egyptian.
"You can do all that in your head, but can't to algebra."
"I have Malik, and that's all I need."
/You're failing your next math test/
"And I no longer have Malik." Ryou laughed, before shrugging.
"If we walk past the game shop, Yugi will probably be ready to go anyway." Marik raised an eyebrow.
"Should the three of us be out in public with the items, unsupervised?" Ryou shrugged.
"Bakura says he'll behave." I gave Ryou the 'you have got to be kidding me' look.
"Ryou, never ever ever ever trust a thief, especially the spirit of the ring."
/Great advice/
"I know, but it's still a laugh...and now he's complaining his offended." Marik shrugged.
"Meh, now let's go get Yugi and 'his highness'." Ryou rolled his eyes.
"You'll be next."
"Yeah, but the name suits him." Ryou sighed, muttering something along the lines of 'what am I going to do with you'. Marik grinned, and Ryou knew he had no idea where the game shop was. Ryou sighed again, shaking his head.
"Hey, at least I got you out of the museum!"
"Just follow me."
