Chapter 2
Marik's vision slowly returned, although at first he was slightly dizzy. He sat up slowly and realized that he was lying in an enormous bed with the most luxurious sheets he'd seen, never mind laid in. Where was he? Better question yet, why was he here?
"Rise and shine wretch, it's long past morning." The thief who had attacked him the previous night stood over him now with two loaves of bread and a papaya fruit.
Marik's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and his jaw dropped in amazement. He had never seen such lavish foods being used so casually before. However, his pride was still to damaged to accept it.
"Eat!," the thief placed the tray on the bed and backed away, the blonde's violet eyes boring holes into his skull. Marik slowly crawled over to the golden tray and hesitantly bit into the ripe papaya. Once he was sure that the food wasn't poisoned, Marik could no longer restrain himself, and began devouring the succulent delicacies.
The albino's eyes shimmered with curiosity as he watched the blonde practically inhale the fruit. Why was he so hungry? He had only been unconscious for a night.
Marik became aware of the thief's gaze and suddenly realized that he should thank the murderous creature.
"Thank you……," Marik trailed off.
"Bakura," the albino answered the unspoken question, " the Thief King."
Marik's eyes widened in recognition, but he did not say anything. He had heard the name, the name of Bakura the Thief King, the silent killer of Egypt. The icy grip of fear had begun to lodge in his heart, but just as Marik was about to sprint from the room, Bakura turned on his heel and left.
The blonde sat on the bed, dumb-founded and amazed that he was still amongst the living, and even more confused as to why.