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Chapter 8
"Hurry up, Marik!" Bakura yelled after the blonde who was hastily running around the den collecting a variety of fruits and breads.
" Where are we going?," Marik questioned excitedly, wrapping all the food in a white cotton cloth and hoisting it onto his shoulder.
The Thief King smiled, flashing his demonically pointed teeth, "You're just going to have to learn to trust me!"
Marik shook his head, "You say that, and every time you do, it scares me more than the last!," the blonde smirked, running out of the underground haven to join the albino out on the hot egyptian sands.
After at least a solid hour of walking under those harsh conditions, Marik had nearly given up his life to the scorching sun. Suddenly and without warning, the Thief stopped, causing the blonde to walk directly into to a wall of red cotton.
"Welcome to paradise!," Bakura announced proudly, while Marik scrambled out from behind him.
A luscious, green oasis was situated amongst the enormous, sparkling Nile river, like an emerald shimmering in a multitude of sapphires.
"Do you have anymore of these surprises up your sleeve?," Marik gasped in shock as he felt Bakura's hands shove him firmly into the water.
The blonde quickly splashed his way up to the surface, spluttering and coughing, shaking the tiny droplets of liquid from his golden hair.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?!?!," Marik choked on his words and was bombarded with another wave of liquid as Bakura lept into the river next to him. He surfaced behind Marik and wrapped his arms around the blonde, hoisting him out of the water.
"Didn't I tell you to trust me?," the albino breathed into Marik's ear (causing his cheeks to burn a vibrant crimson) , while pulling him onto the shore of the oasis.
Marik blustered about on the sand, babbling and cursing incoherently, while Bakura merely steadied the blonde, barely containing his laughter as the egyptian lost his footing and fell against the thief's tanned chest.
"You just can't keep your hands off me, can you?," Bakura taunted, that hateful smirk still plastered on his beautiful face.
Marik clasped his hands behind Bakura's neck, and lasciviously pressed his body against the thief's. The blonde felt the albino's breath hitch in his throat, and decided to use this to his advantage by shoving Bakura roughly into the frigid water.
The egyptian smiled, satisfied with soaking the thief, not realizing soon enough that Bakura had wrapped his fingers around his ankles, and was once again engulfed by the sparkling blue liquid. Marik felt his tunic slip over his head, causing the boy to immediately attempt to hide his ruined back.
"What's wrong, don't like the water?," Bakura questioned, raising one thin, long eyebrow while walking onto the sand to wring out his cloak.
Marik was careful to hide his back while dragging himself out of the water. Bakura didn't need to know about that.
"I'm just…… cold that's all!," Marik countered, wrapping his arms around himself.
"In Egypt, during midday?," Bakura shook his head, " If you're going to lie, at least try to make it slightly more…. logical."
The thief looked at Marik suddenly and his eyes grew wide with shock.
"Whatever you do, don't turn around," Bakura's voice dropped to barely a whisper, "There's a snake behind you!"
Marik, being Marik, hadn't heard a word after "snake" and instinctively swiveled around.
"Oh my Ra.," Marik heard the albino gasp in disbelief, and the blonde finally realized that he had been deceived. Although Marik could feel his anger beginning to swell, he did not move. After all, if he hadn't been so stupid, Bakura never would have seen his mutilated skin.
"It must have been painful…," the thief remarked, his voice dripping with pity.
Marik pivoted hotly on his heel and Bakura confronted him with a look of adoration rather than revulsion. Any anger that Marik still held was immediately dissolved and transformed into gratitude for the thief's compassion.
"They're beautiful," Bakura whispered, stepping towards the blonde and wrapping his toned arms protectively around Marik's slim frame, enveloping him in a tender embrace.
"No one will dare lay a hand on you ever again," Bakura looked down at the egyptain, a smirk plastered on his handsome features, " No on except for me, that is." The albino, as though too firmly establish this fact, crushed his lips against Marik's with an almost animalistic lust.
Suddenly, an enormous bolt of lightning split the sky and shattered the serene atmosphere with a deafening roar. The two sprang apart, and Bakura's eyes widened as he realized that this thunder was not natural. This was shadow magic, magic which could only be harnessed by someone in possession of a millennium item.
"Marik," Bakura said sternly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, " go back to the cavern, I'll meet you there once the sun has set."
"Wait, where are you going?!?!," Marik cried out, but to no avail. Bakura was already sprinting away, while the sand he kicked into the air had quickly hidden him from sight.
"Oh Bakura," Marik whispered desperately, "Please be careful."