Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters and all associated items/characters and settings belong to Kazuki Takahashi.
The only thing I actually own is Kiyo.
A/N Hey look it's at the start this time. I'm unsure as to how many people read this, but out of those who do I'd love for one of you to help proof read before I upload. I often don't notice things when reading through so that'd be helpful. I'd say 'be my beta' yet in the pure essence of a noob I have no idea how that works *waves white flag* woo.
Anyway, here's chapter two. If anyone wants information on Kiyo let me know and I'll add it to the start of the next chapter. AND FINALLY MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Bakura felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, his two best friends were getting along at that moment, despite the fact Marik seemed envious of the bond still existing between him and Kiyo. It surprised him that it still existed over the five thousand years they'd been separated. There was a small knocking at his door and he rolled over in the bed, the light from the doorway causing him to squint,
"M-Marik? What're you doing here? You should be sleeping you moron," Marik let out a small chuckle as he sat down on the edge of Bakura's bed,
"I missed you, and you should be sleeping too, it's not every day you reinhabit your Yadonushi," the white haired man let out a gruff sigh,
"Look back when I was around you never came in here late at night because 'you missed me', what is it you want? I can read you like a book Ishtar; something is bothering the hell out of you," he fidgeted with the gold rings around his neck and looked down at the floor,
"I just, that girl, she confuses me and—"
"She's threatening you isn't she? The fact that she and I knew each other before I met you threatens you; you're scared I'll run off with her," Marik was silent for a few moments, Bakura trying his best to suppress the chuckle that had lodged itself into his throat,
"Wait what… me, Marik Ishtar, threatened by a girl? No, never! Dear Ra Bakura you can be rather stupid at times," Bakura stretched his arms high above his head, it felt weird to be put back into a body after a period of just being suspended in darkness, it would take him a little while to readjust to the feeling of Ryou's body being his home.
"So Marik, what on Earth do you actually want?" he shrugged, a small groan escaping from Bakura, he was beginning to get frustrated with Marik at that moment,
"I was curious about… about what you were like back when that girl knew you,"
"First off, her name is Kiyo, and secondly, I'm pretty sure she would give you a better description than I would be capable of. After all wouldn't it be a little biased coming from me regardless?" With a small nod he had left the room, probably to go see Kiyo, she'll be a miserable thing when disturbed.
There was a soft knock at her locked door, dagger glares towards whoever the culprit was were shot towards it despite the fact it was closed,
"Whoever the fuck it is open the door so I know who to kill in the morning," the knocker obviously ignored the threat laced within her words upon irritation, but then again idiot it was probably just slurred, you are still half asleep, blonde hair and lavender eyes came into her half-lidded gaze, "Oh it's just you Namu,"
"Marik," Kiyo sat up drowsily rubbing the sleep from her eyes which had started to form,
"The fuck is Marik?"
"I'm Marik," and suddenly she didn't feel so tired anymore,
"N-no, wait," she let her gaze wander around the room, it was modern, okay; so she'd thought she was in Egypt again, damn Bakura, seeing him making me think I was back in Ancient Egypt with fucking Namu, "Okay, yeah you are, I thought you were someone else that's all," he awkwardly nodded letting one arm lean against the door frame to support him, "So what'd you want Namu?"
"Marik,"
"Yes, what'd you want Marik?" she hadn't meant to sound so snappy but then again it was the youth's own fault for waking her at such an ungodly hour of the night.
"Well, I was talking to Bakura, and I asked him about what he was like when you knew him and…" she got the gist of what the guy was getting at, he continued going on saying how Bakura wouldn't explain himself due to it being biased or something, which was true, Bakura would make out he robbed tombs everyday and had all these bitches in his shitty little mud brick house in Kul Elna which was pretty much ruins to live in. When in reality, it took him around two weeks to rob a tomb and he usually got injured at least once whether it be from the actual tomb or the guards, Kiyo was pretty much his only bitch, and she wasn't even his bitch at that. She was his friend, and as for his house, well, as stated, it was basically ruins,
"So in short, you want me to tell you what Mr Moody Pants in there was like around 5000 years ago?" he nodded and she let out a hefty sigh, "Well, what do you want first; appearance or attitude?" Marik shrugged and Kiyo had to resist the urge to snap at him for his indecisiveness though it was very, very mild, "Fine whatever, I'll go with personality, it all depended on what had happened during that course of the day. Good day, happy Bakura, crazy, and highly suggestive, he'd also share his loot with you; which was food most of the time, so good Bakura was the best. Bad day, isolated Bakura, he'd go into the desert and train Diabound, which would explain how it got so strong… and why even more of the village was a wasteland. Depending on how long he felt shit you could possibly starve, most of the time I'd go steal for myself. Imagine someone giving you the cold shoulder, times that by one thousand and bam, that's Bakura when he's grumpy,"
"I can hear you Kiyo," a small smirk traced the figure of her lips, "None of that's true Marik, ignore it,"
Marik now understood why Bakura told him to ask Kiyo after his small interjection,
"Whatever Bakura," he voiced towards the door before turning his attention back towards the girl, "What about appearance?" the brunette in front of him smiled as if reminiscing upon her past,
"He had the same skin colour as yours and mine, slightly darker than me I think, yet lighter than you. Somewhere around there, his hair was a grey kind of colour, his eyes a dark purple." Her eyes clouded over and Marik feared she was going to cry, he had no idea how to deal with girls, let alone crying sobbing sloppy girls, which Kiyo would be if she started to cry. "The best part about him though… the one part I truly miss other than his red robe he always wore, was his scar," Marik's blood ran cold at those words, scar? Bakura had a scar yet never told me? Then again, it probably didn't cover his whole fucking back like mine does,
"W-where was it?" Kiyo laughed quietly before she leant towards him, Marik's mouth went dry, what was she about to do? Her finger went to just below his right eye and began moving downwards to just above his jaw,
"It went down like that, and then across like this," she removed her finger and dragged it horizontally twice, once a little below his eye and the next a small distance under that.
"Ho-How did he get it?" I laugh escaped the girl's mouth that he thought never would, she'd worn such a strong exterior upon meeting the boy for the first time it shocked him when she giggled, like, actually giggled at him, I wasn't even trying to be funny,
"You sound nervous, why? I'm not going to bite you or anything, I bet Bakura has already done that, I've seen the way he looks at you. Jeez it's worse than the way he looked at Namu, that probably explains why he likes you so much," his brow knitted in the centre, why had she kept saying Namu? Wasn't that just some random name he used in Battle City? Maybe not "You okay there Marik? You seem pretty lost, if it's because of my change in mood it's probably because I've slept a bit now, so everything kind of settled. Just be more wary if you need to wake me again, Bakura can tell you that sometimes it can be dangerous to disturb me." With one tiny nod he left the room, a nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him he'd forgotten something, Namu, he spun around to look back through her doorway only to find her already curled up and resting once more, he'd have to ask in the morning.
His eyes gazed over the vibrant sands, mentally noting that even though the entire surroundings were vacant they still appeared full of life. Bakura often ventured back to these times in his dreams, back to when he still had a family; even though that would usually end in a terror of some sorts consisting of flames and chokingly thick smoke. A dry wind sounded over the horizon followed by the comforting sound of hooves against the grains, Kiyo. It didn't surprise him that his mind would take him back to a moment like this after having seen the girl again for the first time in so many millennia. The image in front his eyes wavered as a strong scent hit his sense, was that bacon? Kiyo must have already been up, he'd never thought of her as a morning person the whole time he'd known her, then again, he hadn't been around at morning to tell if she was a morning person or not. With hazy eyes he rose from his spot on the bed and flattened out the clothes that still rested on his figure after having been too lazy to get changed the previous night. Once in the kitchen he spotted Marik resting his head tiredly on the marble table top in the dining area, Kiyo dancing around the kitchen making a mockery of the place,
"You better clean that up, Marik doesn't look like he could even stand,"
"Need… Coffee… Soon…" he let out drowsily; Bakura helped himself to what was required knowing Marik's house practically back to front from his previous stays during Battle City.
"You do know he's vegetarian right?" he whispered into Kiyo's ear as he brushed past her,
"No, but I don't really care, he can have toast, there's bread here."
"It's his house you twat, you should probably obey what he wants," she growled and spun around eyes locking with that of his own,
"Fine. But I'm not throwing out what I've already cooked." With a gentle smile Bakura left and placed a cup in front of Marik and one in front of himself, one being coffee and the later tea.
"Drink up, and then you can tell her off," lavender eyes looked up through the blonde fringe, eyeliner smudged beneath them, "What kept you up last night?" he leant forward to prevent the other from having to raise his voice too much,
"Namu…" he let out in a sleepy whisper finally taking a sip of the hot beverage before him,
"Wait what?" Had he heard correctly? Bloody Kiyo, she'd mentioned the name several times last night, Marik would have been so confused, and what else had she said? 'Jeez it's worse than the way he looked at Namu, that probably explains why he likes you so much', I will fucking stab that girl in her god damned sleep. Gritting his teeth together he began to drink his tea, eyes darting towards the girl every so often, she had never been able to keep her mouth shut, only when necessary or if the matter was one of life and death. Having noticed the delayed silence he looked back at Marik who now sat quietly drinking his coffee, Kiyo joined them at the table with a sly grin,
"Good morning boys, why are we so exhausted?"
Now was his chance, both Bakura and Kiyo sat before him, he'd been up all last night due to his mind being restless. Everytime he closed his eyes all he could see was red and smoke, it terrified him, and when his eyes were open all he could think about was who the hell Namu could have possibly been.
"W-Who's Namu?" his voice quivered more than he thought, Bakura looked at him with concern yet Kiyo kept her eyes downcast and eating, "Well? Who is he? Kiyo mentioned him last night, said I looked like him and stuff, I want to know who he is…" Bakura sighed heavily and placed a reassuring hand upon Marik's,
"You believe in past life stuff right? Well, Namu… he,"
"He was a friend of ours, you in a past life, he held the Millennium Rod at one stage which would explain the connection you had to it, let's just hope you don't start feeling the same way he did towards me." Marik frowned in confusion at her words looking to Bakura for an explanation,
"Story for a rainy day, need not to worry about it right now. But yes, in your past life you were friends with us, friends with Kiyo beyond my death, I'm confused as to how your family got from being within the palace to merely tomb keepers, but it's true." He let out a small 'huh' sound and took another drink, "That reminds me," Marik looked up and into the pale one's brown eyes, wondering what they would have looked like being dark purple as Kiyo described to his last night, "Marik, show Kiyo a picture of your sister could you? I think she'd be rather interested by it," he reached into his pocket retrieving a mobile phone and scrolling to find a picture of Ishizu,
"Oh come on, why in Ra's name would I be interested in what his sister lo—" her words cut off as he turned the screen towards her, using his other hand to bring the cup to his mouth yet again.
The resemblance was uncanny, Isis? No, wait… Namu and Isis were brother and sister were they not? So this would make perfect sense, "It's exactly like Isis…"
"Her name's Ishizu," Marik spoke, more into the cup than to her, "But if you said that Namu guy looked like me then I guess it would make sense if Ishizu looked like someone as well I suppose," she gazed over at Bakura who bore a smug grin having predicted her reaction,
"Namu and Isis were brother and sister, Isis held the Millennium Necklace for her entire servitude, Namu held the rod only after Priest Seto became Pharaoh as they needed someone to have it and you, well Namu, being close to the palace as he was became the holder." Images and memories flashed before her eyes, one making her feel sick straight to the gut and tear her eyes away from those of Marik's.
Are the line breaks between points of view annoying? My noob essence makes it the only way I know FF will let me do this. If you think of another way let me know. R&R ~