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Chapter 11
Slow. Excruciatingly slow. The time as it slowly trickled onwards, the sound of complete and utter nothingness as it threatened to crush Marik's ears and the incredibly lethargic moon as it lazily trekked the unforgiving night.
His thoughts swirled around angrily in his skull, exploiting any hidden weakness. Bakura's dead and he's never coming back. No. That was his ridiculously pessimistic brain talking, purposely trying to deter him from what his heart so fervently believed was true…..no, knew was true.
Marik could control the urge to stay no longer and quickly opened the latch of the door which led out into the cruel midnight air.
Almost instantly, Marik's face was engulfed by a cooling breeze and for the second time in his sheltered life he was exposed to the outside world. To his utter disappointment, he discovered that without the loving presence of the Thief King, the outside world seemed more cruel and arrogant than its previous beautiful disguise.
The blonde stared desperately out into the wall of jet black night, looking for any sign of the albino, but to no avail. Panic began to claw at his throat and the familiar fangs of fear gnawed at the back of his mind. He was just beginning to feel comfortable here, he finally felt like he belonged, like he was loved , and no one was going to take that away from him.
Then Marik's eyes noticed something that his heart had known all along. Among the endless bleak blackness of the Egyptian night, there, shining defiantly like a solitary flame was the familiar glimmer of shocking white hair.
Marik's legs moved of their own accord as he raced off in the direction of that beautifully simple yet utterly incredible whiteness that was Bakura. It seemed to take an eternity to reach the albino, but once he was only a few painful feet away, Marik noticed a ribbon of dark fluid flowing out from underneath the thief's right foot. Then all at once the blonde noticed that the thief was limping, struggling just to stand, never mind continue to walk.
"BAKURA!!!!", Marik cried in ecstasy as he threw himself at the thief king, who using the last reserves of his strength, caught him in an emotional embrace.
"I thought I'd lost you." Marik whispered as Bakura caressed his soft blonde hair and held him firmly against his worn, weary body.
All at once, Bakura's legs gave out and his full weight was crushed against Marik, who handled it impressively despite his small stature. He managed to catch the Thief under the arms and maneuvered the limp body in such a way as to allow the blonde to support the weight on his back, as he dragged Bakura back to the safety of their home.