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Chapter 4
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Bakura's POV
I remember I was sleeping peacefully by myself when I woke up. Before that, it had been hot, but not a good sort of hot. It was an annoying sort of hot. I kicked at something, and than it was cool. Then something came into my room. I wasn't really awake then, but I remember that its touch was nice. It was hot. No, it was warm. I liked that. It hurt after that.
There was a lot of pain. It hurt so bad. All I wanted was for it to stop. So I woke up. Then I saw him. I begged him to stop, but he didn't. It was okay though, because after that, it stopped. I remember his has violet eyes. Nice eyes. I reached out for him, I wanted to ask him so many questions, but…but he pulled away. He was scared. Scared of me. I pulled back then. I…I know what it's like to be…be scared…so…so I didn't chase it any further. I would have been happy if he had but side with me for a while. I was scared. I had been peacefully asleep, and he had woken me to a world that was foreign to me.
When he started to slid off the bed, I…I…jumped on him. I didn't want him to leave, I was scared. I grabbed him and begged him not to leave. I was so scared. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to ask him so many things. Wanted him to hold me, to just be there.
And he did.
Even if only for a moment, he held me, and I realized something.
He…
He…
He was…warm.
I was so happy to have finally found something, someone that was…was warm that…that I made a promise to myself there and then.
I was never going to leave his side. No matter what.
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"How is he Marik? Has he tried anything yet?" asked Malik worriedly as his yami made his way down the stairs. Every set of eyes focused on Marik as he wearily sat himself down on the steps, apparently too tired to go further.
"Marik, are you all right?" asked Yami, moving over to his fellow Dark. Marik waved him off tiredly. They watched as Marik buried his head in his hands and drew a deep breath. Looking around, he realized that they were a few people short. Yami noticed him noticing and said, "Jou had to leave to look after Shizuka and Kaiba left to look after Mokuba, Otogi followed him." Marik nodded, stood up and moved into the kitchen.
Ryou cast a worried look at Malik and Yuugi before heading to the kitchen after Marik.
"Marik…are you all right? He didn't do anything right?" Ryou glanced behind him and moved to sit at the table in the middle of the room to allow Yami, Yuugi and Malik into the kitchen. The trio took his cue and sat around the table as well.
"Ya Marik, he didn't take over your body did he?" asked Yuugi jokingly, trying to lighten the atmosphere. He winced when Ryou shot him a glare that spoke volumes and tried to hide behind Yami who did nothing but rolled his eyes and sighed softly glancing over to Malik. Malik nodded and grabbed Ryou's hand to comfort him and prevent him from losing his temper.
Marik didn't answer them, instead, he calmly moved to the fridge and removed a can of beer from it. He popped it open with a loud gurgle of bubbles and foam. Taking a deep drink from the can, he eyed the quartet before him and took another long drink. Once more, and again, it wasn't long before the can was drained. Tossing the can into the bin by the fridge, Marik stared at the blurred reflection that the stainless steel fridge door offered and laughed. It wasn't his psychotic Battle City laugh it was a laugh of helplessness. Marik looked at his friends and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He didn't know what to tell them.
"He's…"Marik paused for a moment, searching for the right word to describe Bakura, "…different." Ryou stared at him, eyes wide and confused.
"What do you mean, 'different'?" asked Malik. Marik let out a slightly frustrated sigh and said, "I don't know. He just feels different. It's not the same, like it was in Battle City."
"What's not the same?" asked Ryou, starting to go hysterical again, "Are you sure he's not bluffing? That he's not, doing what ever he is, to make it seem like he's not…dangerous?"
"I…I…I don't know. I really, really, don't know," said Marik in light despair. Looking over to Yami Yuugi he said, "you always said that he was an evil man, that his looks portrayed nothing but darkness and hatred. Well…I can't see it in him."
Yami stared at Marik as if he had grown an extra head.
"What do you mean Tomb Keeper?" asked the nameless pharaoh quietly.
"It's as if, there never was darkness in him to start with. Like when I first met him. Or when Malik first met him actually, "looking across to Malik for help, Marik continued, "there's no taint of the shadow realm at all."
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Ridiculously short chapter. I can't think of anything else to write. This fic is on hiatus until I can come up with something really good to continue cause I don't want to spoil it by putting up crap.