Author's Notes: Important note on updates! School and work have unfortunately sucked the life out of me. I am by no means giving up on my story but updates will be reduced to once a week unless I get ahead in chapters. If that is the case then I will post my second chapter of the week on Saturdays. I hate to reduce my chapter output but with the combination of school and work I have found it just too hard to write at the pace I used to be. Sorry about that. Hopefully things will get better, but for right now, updates will be limited to every Weds. Thank you for your continued support and patience. Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry I haven't responded to them lately. Like I said, work and school are eating my life lol. Now, without further ado, here is chapter 11!

Unreal Truths

Chapter 11: Turbulance

Marik's POV

I raced off the plane and out into the hot desert air, "LAND! OH GOD LAND!" I flung myself onto the ground and began kissing it.

Here's a useful tip. When you kiss the ground, make sure it's something other than sand.

I gagged and began to spit the grainy substance from my mouth as Bakura rolled his eyes walking by, "Honest to Ra Marik, you're such a drama queen."

Once I was sure I got all the sand out of my mouth I glared up at Bakura who was standing in front of me tapping his foot. He was putting on a tough act now, but I could see he was still shaken up from the flight.

Evidently all the times Ryou had flown with Bakura residing in him he had never experienced turbulence.

I thought back on the flight with a slight smile on my face.

I was doing relatively alright at the moment. We hadn't hit any rough spots and if I closed my eyes I could just imagine that I was on my yacht instead of inside a metal box with wings 34,000 feet above ground.

My relative calm was sadly short lived.

I was startled out of my imaginary scenery when a 'ding' resounded through the speakers and the seatbelt light came on.

My stomach dropped.

The pilot's voice then came over the loudspeaker, 'Attention ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be hitting some rough air so please fasten your seatbelts and stay seated. Thank you."

The intercom clicked off and I found the sudden urge to giggle madly.

"Heh….hehehe….hehehehe."

Bakura gave me strange look and it only caused me to giggle harder.

"Marik…What, dare I ask, is so funny?"

I looked at Bakura with a huge grin on my face, "Hehe, did you hear that Bakura? We're going to hit rough air." I giggled more. "Rough air!"

"Yes Marik I heard…" He crossed his arms. "I seriously don't see why-ARGH"

We had officially hit rough air.

Bakura yelped and grabbed the armrests tightly, "What the fuck is going on?"

I looked at him and gave him a stupid grin.

"Rough air Bakura!" I went into another giggle fit.

I was freaking out and giggling at the same time. I was completely convinced I was going to die so everything seemed funny at the moment. Is that what normally happened before you died? Maybe I was losing my sanity again. Either way I couldn't stop the laughter from coming.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Bakura gave me a hard glare.

"We're dying!" I laughed again.

Bakura growled, "What the-" his sentence was cut off by a scream as the plane hit a really bad batch of turbulence.

I couldn't help it I burst out into laughter which soon turned into tears. Pretty soon I was nothing but a weeping mess.

Looking over to Bakura I saw he wasn't in any better shape. His knuckles were white from gripping the arm rests and his face had gone a ghostly pale.

I snorted and laughed again before dissolving back into tears. It's like my brain couldn't decide which kind of crazy it wanted to be.

Finally the plane stopped its violent shaking and we were alerted to the fact that we could now get up if and move about the plane we needed to.

I felt my shoulders sag in relief but I still went into minor giggle fits on and off, both from relief and the after-effects of the crazy mode I just came out of.

Bakura, on the other hand, looked like he was going to pass out. His eyes were wide and his hands still had their death grip on the seat.

I couldn't resist; I poked him. "Bakurraaaa! Guess what!"

He very slowly turned his head to look at me, his eyes shifting back to cold and indifferent.

"What is it Marik?"

"We didn't die." I burst into another giggle fit and snorted, which only made me laugh harder.

Bakura stared at me for a few more moments then turned away to look out the window. "Marik?"

I grinned, "Yes Bakura?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I blinked and a wave of calm came over me as the whole crazy episode left as soon as it came.

"Okay."

Needless to say we spent the rest of the uneventful flight in silence.

So thanks to that little incident Bakura agreed to find a different way to get home. I had a feeling it meant either spending a massive amount of my secret stash of Rare Hunter cash I was hiding from Ishizu or stealing some poor sap's boat.

As long as we didn't take the flying death trap home I couldn't care less which option he chose.

"Get up Marik; we're going to go visit your siblings."

I scowled at him and slowly got to my feet, "You don't have the millennium rod so I'd like to see you try and force me."

Let me just say that Japan really needs to update their airport security.

Bakura pulled a knife from within his coat and grabbed me, holding the blade to my throat.

"Let's try this again shall we? Where are your brother and sister?"

I gulped and looked up into Bakura's eyes which had a murderous edge to them. He wasn't fucking around.

I swallowed hard, thinking about what I should do. Finally I decided I may as well cooperate. After all Bakura had the Millennium Ring, so he would find my sister and the necklace regardless of whether he had my help or not.

"Fine Bakura, I'll take you."

He gave a triumphant smirk and roughly let me go, "Good, now let's go."

I gave him a look, "We're walking?"

"Do you have a better suggestion?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Oh I don't know…maybe a car? Our house is at least a ten minute drive from here, and in this heat I don't think we would last the nearly twice as long walk."

Bakura gave me a look.

"Egypt has modernized you know. We do know what cars are." I crossed my arms and gestured with my head towards the car rental place.

"Fine but you're paying for it."

"Why am I not at all surprised?" Rolling my eyes I headed over to the rental counter and arranged for us to get a car while Bakura watched me with a cool gaze; probably making sure I wasn't trying to make some sort of sneaky escape.

I signed a paper and the lady handed me a set of keys. Turning to Bakura I held them out to him and he gave me a blank stare in return.

"Well? Aren't you going to take them?"

He looked at the keys in my hand intently, chewing slightly on his bottom lip.

"Is something wrong Bakura?" I tapped my foot impatiently.

He lifted his amethyst gaze to me, "In case you have forgotten tomb keeper, I spent the last 3,000 years trapped inside a golden trinket, and well it may surprise you to hear this, but Zorc and I didn't go cruising around in cars for fun on Sunday afternoons."

I blinked and a slow smirk crawled onto my face, "You don't know how to drive a car?"

"Of course not you dimwit!"

I know this fact should have been obvious, but for some reason the thought of Bakura not knowing how to drive brought me a huge feeling of satisfaction.

"Well then I guess I am driving." I smirked and twirled the key ring on my finger before heading out the door.

Bakura grumbled following behind me as I lead us to the car lot and approached a little blue sedan that had seen better days and unlocked the doors.

Bakura looked from me to the car and then back to me again before walking over to the passenger side door and climbing in.

I ignored his odd behavior and slid into the car myself, pushing the key into the ignition and starting the engine.

"I hope you know that you're not going to just get the necklace handed to you. My brother and sister won't go down without a fight and I won't be helping you out any."

Bakura scoffed, "As if I needed your help anyways."

I gave him a brief look as I pulled out onto the road, "I'm here aren't I?"

"You're here because you're going to make things easier on me, not because I need you."

I wrinkled my nose, "I am not helping you."

Bakura looked at me, "You're driving me to your sister's house."

"Because I am being forced to."

"You're still doing it though."

I scowled, "You're not going to get away with this Bakura. You failed miserably every other time you tried to steal the millennium items and take over the world and you will fail again."

"With no Pharaoh around to stop me I would like to think your chances of being wrong on this one are very high Marik."

I clutched the steering wheel tighter and stared straight ahead. He was right. Ryou and I were the only ones who knew he and Mariku were back and there was no way for us to let anyone else know without risking life or limb.

"Your silence is very reassuring."

I grumbled at the smugness in his voice. "What are you planning on doing with the items once you get all seven? I doubt the plan is the same as it was the last time around."

Bakura seemed to think about whether he wanted to answer me or not before deciding on the former.

"I don't owe you any explanation Marik, but I will tell you this much. The millennium items have enough power individually to do some serious damage. Of course you already knew that." He smirked at me and continued on. "All seven together, then, would give the owner far greater power than any single person who possessed just one. Though I do believe there is more to their magic and the ancient prophecy then your ancestors wanted to let on."

I growled as he ran his hand down my back, "There are more to these carvings then meets the eye and I intend to find out every last detail."

"Don't touch me." I tried to pull away from his grasp without wrecking the car, but he didn't stop.

Bakura tsk'd and went so far as to move his hand under my shirt and run his fingers along my scars. "Oh Marik." He chuckled and continued rubbing my back, "You were so proud of your heritage when I last saw you. After Battle City you seemed to have a true change of heart. I see now that it was all an act wasn't it?" I hissed as he scraped his nails against my spine. "You're still just as bitter and angry now as you were back then aren't you?"

"N…no." I swallowed hard. Damnit I didn't want him to know how spot on his comments had been but my stuttering had given my feelings away.

"I knew it." He grinned and pulled his hand away. "It's okay to be angry Marik. You've sacrificed so much for the Pharaoh and he didn't give you so much as a thank you."

"I'm not falling for it Bakura. You will never get me to be on your side."

He continued on as if I had never spoken, "To have to spend your entire life underground, separated from the modern world." He made another tsk'ing noise. "To endure such pain, and carry those awful scars for the rest of your life. Even now you must deal with them, despite the fact that the Pharaoh is gone from this world and no longer needs your servitude."

I bit my lip and fought the watering in my eyes. Bakura had hit a nerve and now he was using it to his advantage.

"It's a damn shame really, such a waste of talents. All those years spent underground, when you could have been in school, learning far better things than how to service an ungrateful Pharaoh."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I tried to blink away others that blurred my vision.

"And now here you are. Eighteen years old and not even a high school degree to show for all the hard work you endured and the sacrifices you made."

I bit my lip hard. Bakura was being relentless, but I wasn't going to fall into his trap. "Shut up."

"You're lucky your little Rare Hunter gang made so much money or else you would be shit out of luck wouldn't you? No one would hire an eighteen year old boy who has never had any sort of formal public education whatsoever."

"I said shut the fuck up."

He grinned and continued on, "Come now Marik. I am only speaking the truth. You know this already don't you? You're just angry at me because I am the one voicing what you have been secretly thinking all your life."

I finally couldn't take it anymore.

"I am not going to help you Bakura! I don't care what you say! I know my life is shit so you don't need to point it out to me. I already fucking know!"

Bakura looked taken aback. Of all the reactions he could have gotten from me, I think this one was the last he expected.

"You can't make me feel any shittier about myself! So why don't you just shut the fuck up and get this crap over with." I pulled the car into our driveway and slammed it into park. "Here we are. Have fun."

Bakura was staring at me in shock. His eyes softened for a brief moment before turning dark and he got out of the car and slammed the door.

I cried out in surprise as he came around to my door and ripped it open before dragging me out, "You're coming with me."

I struggled slightly and tried to pull away but Bakura only tightened his grip before marching me up the stairs to the porch.

"Knock."

I glared at him and he squeezed my arm tighter, "Do it."

I gave him a glare and then knocked on the door, praying that no one would answer.

Sadly those prayers went unanswered.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw the door open and Odion appeared. I felt Bakura move beside me and I figured it was now or never.

"ODION RUN!" I threw my entire weight into Bakura and we both tumbled to the ground.

There was no way I was going to let Bakura win this easily.

Bakura's POV

I gave out a small cry of surprise as I felt Marik slam into me and we tumbled to the ground. As I was trying to dislodge myself from the youngest Ishtar, I heard the door slam and lock.

"Damnit Marik!" I finally managed to shove him off of me and I quickly rose to my feet.

Marik did the same however and threw himself into me again causing us to crash into the door.

I rolled over and turned the young tomb keeper on his back and pinned him there with my arms, "Knock it off!"

"In your dreams Bakura!" He took his knee to my crotch and I gave a surprised grunt as he threw me off.

He gave me a triumphant smirk and scrambled to his feet as I was trying to catch my air.

"Happy hunting asshole." I gave another cry as he kicked me in the stomach and took off running.

Wincing, I slowly got to my feet, shook off the pain and ran to the back of the house after Marik.

I growled in frustration once I got around back.

Marik was already a good distance away and not looking back for anything.

I prepared myself to run after him when I heard the rumble of an engine and I turned to see Odion Ishtar come out of the back of the garage on a motorcycle with Ishizu sitting behind him.

It was then I was faced with a serious choice.

I could attempt to drive the car and go after Ishizu and Odion, and therefore retrieve the millennium necklace.

Or I could chase after Marik.

I cursed softly to myself and looked to the retreating forms of Ishizu and Odion. If I left the millennium necklace to go after Marik, I may not get another chance to get it for a long time.

But, the millennium items would always be around.

Marik would not.

Making my decision I turned on my heel and raced after Marik.

There was no way I was going to let myself lose him a second time around.