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: I apologise this chapter is slightly shorter than the others. I will make up for it, I swear.
"So in short Mr Kaiba, we need your jet," she tapped the heel of her shoe on his desk, a fierce scowl framing his face, Yup, exactly like the old Seto,
"Why on Earth would I lend my prized jet to some strange girl? Not to mention two idiots who ruined my Battle City Tournament and screwed my entire mind over in Egypt," she sighed, he sure was going to be difficult, maybe not like the old Seto then,
"Because Seto, we need it, like actually need it. Must I honestly avert back to how I gained control of you in Egypt?" Kiyo got a reaction out of him then, a blink of the eyes and further creasing in his brow, "Past life, back when you were Pharaoh, fun times. Some people thought you and I were together," she laughed loudly at her own words, the tense feeling of the room only growing, were Bakura and Marik going to help at all?
"What are you babbling on about? You insane girl, you believe in those fairy tales that the Ishtars and Bakura told, seriously?" his voice was lathered with annoyance, whether it was because Kiyo was demanding his jet, had her shoes up on his nice clean desk, or had just strode in with Marik and Bakura not giving two fucks about proper etiquette; it wasn't as though she really cared.
"I don't believe them Seto, I lived them, and there is a dramatic difference. You lived them too, you just don't remember, maybe a quick little ha—"
"No Kiyo." Bakura's deep tone cut her off, her letting out a low chuckle,
"You liked watching it," she heard him groan,
"That doesn't mean you can do it to his descendant, not just because he would kick us out but also because I would like to keep my appetite a little longer."
That was indeed a close escape, if Kiyo even mentioned how she'd bargained Priest Seto the night Bakura had attacked Atem for the first time then there would be no way in hell that they would get access to that jet. "Excuse me, Kaiba; is there anything we could give you in exchange for a loaning of the jet? We simply need it for a trip to Egypt which shouldn't last any longer than a week. We promise to keep it in good condition," he looked over at Kiyo, mouth twinging as he corrected himself, "Marik and I, I should say, promise to keep it in good condition." Kaiba drummed his fingers on the wooden desk watching Bakura as he pondered on the idea. A wave of relief and excitement washed over him as he watched Kaiba push back his chair and open up one of the desk drawers, a set of keys soon flung his way,
"One of the Kaiba Corp pilots will drive you to your destination, the jet is yours for no longer than two weeks, if I do not have it back by then I will file for robbery."
"Well 'Kura and I are ancient thieves, Marik's done some stealing in his time too," he was beginning to get fed up with Kiyo's interruptions, I will shut her up for good if she ruins all of this,
"Thank you for your time Kaiba, as previously mentioned Marik and I will take good care of it."
"And tie Kiyo's hands behind her back so she doesn't do anything," Marik spoke up for the first time since the trio had entered Kaiba's office, Bakura transferred his gaze from where it snapped to Marik back towards the desk in front of him,
"Maybe tie her legs up as well, is it necessary that she goes with you?" Kiyo thumped her heels on the desk causing even Bakura to jump,
"It is most certainly fucking necessary I go! I came up with the plan, I am the only other person besides 'Kura who knows where Kul Elna is located, I highly doubt he even knows where his body lays, I sure as hell do, I was the last fucking person to be with it!"
Rage had boiled up inside her, she had to calm herself before Necrofear appeared and tore Seto into little tiny CEO shreds; a smirk flashed her face at the mere thought of it. It had been so long since Necrofear had come forth without her forcing it to, the idea of rage and anger almost sparking her Ka evidentially caused it all to cease within her senses. The quicker we get out of here the sooner, she thought letting out a hefty sigh. Everyone had seemed to stop watching her intently and resume normal stances, it was as though she still had the ability to stand out yet blend in at the same time. It was always key for her during the times Bakura-kun had let her join him in heists. She was always used to distract those around and still be able to leave unnoticed, they'd been such a great team together.
"Kiyo we're leaving," she snapped out of her thoughts as the sound of his deep voice, part of her was in shock upon looking at the white mess of hair and pale skin before her, then she remembered yet again
We're not living like that anymore.
As they walked back towards the car Marik threw the keys towards Bakura, Kiyo kept her head down in thought, originally she'd presumed seeing 'Kura-kun again would make her feel better. It reminded her of the past, too much, way too much. She ached to go back in time and live there again, to rob markets stalls with him, to meet up with Namu at an oasis and laugh and joke about the ridiculous way those who live in the palace court went about their day. Most of all she missed the comfort, knowing that someone cared for her, she'd lacked that since Bakura had 'died' all that time ago. No one seemed to give her the time of day the way they used to, except Namu, but even he was destined to die one day, I never thought it would be my fault though,
"Hey Kiyo, are you okay?" she felt a hand brush her cheek along with something moist,
Oh fuck, I was crying, slowly she raised her gaze, lavender eyes looking right at her, Namu? The voice was just like it…
"Marik drop that fake voice, you're confusing her even more, get in the car both of you," Marik, she snapped back to reality with the sound of the revving engine,
"I need to stop daydreaming," she whispered quietly swiping Marik's hand from her face,
"I think I'll sit in the back with you Kiyo," Marik stated sliding in next to her, maybe he wasn't as bad as he seemed, after all he was a descendant of Namu's. When they got in the back she stared at him briefly, comfort she needed comfort. Back in Egypt she'd run to Namu all the time after Bakura had left them,
Could I do that now with Marik? He looked like Namu; fuck the guy even had the capability of sounding just like Namu. Ah to hell with it; she thought before resting her head against his shoulder, a few tears managing to get out of her system.
"Are you okay now?" He queried, she had been rather quiet the whole trip, just burying herself into his side. Marik found it strange at first, he'd only known her for a day; but part of him felt like he'd known the girl longer than that. That part is what caused him to question her stability in the first place, her body felt like a dead weight against his ribs. Gently shaking her he managed to get her alert enough to answer him,
"I-I'm alright I suppose, just… memories; that's all,"
Egyptian memories, Bakura related memories… Namu related memories, he couldn't help it, he had to ask; he wanted to know more,
"Would you feel better if you spoke about it?" Bakura had already unlocked the front door and headed inside so it was just the two of them in the car still, the sun starting to set over the city skyline. She let out a sigh mixed with a breathy laugh,
"Marik if you're desperate to know about your past you can just ask outright if you want," an instinctive smile curved his lips to match that of hers,
"You can still tell em anyway right?" he whispered for no apparent reason,
"Sure thing, but can we get inside first?" the pair chuckled and Marik opened up his door, leading Kiyo straight inside and out of the harsh night.
He sat on his bed staring up at the ceiling, the night had begun to near the A.M.s but he couldn't care less. Kiyo had seemed a little more cheerful after dinner; she and Bakura had spoken about… 'Something', yet Ra knows what it was. But she seemed better afterwards, and as he heard the water in the bathroom shut off he knew she'd be coming into his room soon as promised. 'Marik I'll tell you some stories, I promise you. After dinner, after I talk to 'Kura and after I shower. I need to clear my head first.' Marik had understood, everyone experiences times where they get shaken up, it was natural. For Ra's sake Marik spent around ten years of his life dealing with a split personality that would kill people, he knew exactly what it was like to have to clear your head. "Are you seriously waiting for me?" her voice broke through his train of thought and he jolted in shock,
"Uh well… yeah I suppose, I wasn't really doing anything so um… yeah, you could say I was waiting," he rambled as he sat up, Kiyo looked more cheerful now, despite looking like a drowned rat at the same time. Her wet hair clinging to her black singlet made to match the black and white shorts she wore. The pair of them bore quite dark clothes, Marik opting more for the dark shirt and khaki pants instead of the normal purple belly-shirt. But none of that mattered, what matter were the stories Kiyo was going to tell him whilst Bakura did whatever it was Bakura does in spare time,
Probably porn, but then again he doesn't seem the type to, probably watches the Saw movies, yeah… that seems more like him, blood and gore.
"Marik," he snapped back to reality again, he kept zoning out tonight, "What do you want to know?" he shrugged, moving his legs into a crossed position; resting his elbows on his calves and chin upon his hands,
"Tell me as much as you want, just start from the beginning,"