hey! a big thankyou to all those who have read this sofar... my apologies for taking awhile to get this next chapter up(was bombarded with school work -.-;)
Chapter 3
Bakura looked from the pitiful kid and up to Marik, then back again and then back up to Marik.There was a resemblance even if it were a polar opposite one, a good verses evil sort of thing; however it was obvious that there was a resemblance and it seemed Marik had noticed it as well. However, noticing that Marik was going to go along with his original plan of 'kill them all', he swiftly stepped in front of the kid grabbing a hold of Mariks sword baring arm in the process. The taller boy glared down at him but said nothing, nor did he grab any of the daggers stashed on his body. Bakura let himself have a mental sigh of relief, he never knew how far he could get away with anything when dealing with Marik and he was glad he was still standing.
"I want to keep it," Bakura spoke plainly, a seductive smirk playing on his lips. Having been attracted to Marik since the first time he laid eyes on his unhooded form Bakura had always wanted to be able to touch, feel, kiss and do many more things with the silent Egyptian. However Marik had seemed to be a hands off extremist ever since he had met him and to his disappointment nothing had changed. Although, seeing this new kid he figured he'd make do with the miniature version, a versionthat could not possibly put up any resistance.
Bakura looked at Marik, anxious for an answer so he could get the kid and get out of swords reach, only to see him staring over his shoulder.
"Don't worry I'll feed it," Bakura commented, letting go of Marik's arm and walking over to the kid who instinctively shrunk closer to the wall. Bakura hoisted him up by one of his gold-banded arms until he was standing. He looked to be about 10 or even 11 he couldn't be sure but it didn't matter, rising his hand he brought it down firmly against the kids head knocking him unconscious, a little bit of amnesia wouldn't hurt him; he'd have to get the drugs off Duke in the morning.
Picking up the kid and throwing him over one shoulder and hitching his bag over the other Bakura followed Marik out the back of the house glad to see the hooded figure heading in the direction of Marik's hiding place. It wasn't exactly a hiding place, more so a large house hidden away in a small forest behind the first few sets of sand dunes, how a boy like Marik acquired such a house Bakura wasn't certain.Hefigured thatit wouldn't of been by murdering, a house like the one Marik had would have had inheritors who weren't even born yet. It served its purpose; no one knew they were there, no one besides whomever it was occasionally leaving behind the folded letters with the name 'Marik' printed on them. Bakura was eager to know who the person was as he was eager to know why Marik was like he was now. However he never got a chance to read any of the letters for after reading each one Marik burnt them.
Upon arrival at Marik's place it was nearly dawn and the sky was beginning to take on a paler tinge of colour, Bakura walked in through one of the doors dumping the unconscious kid on a couch before slumping down on another one and empting his looting bag to see if he had anything that would interest Duke in trade for some drugs. Bakura smirked as he picked up an object off the floor; it was a marble cube edged in silver. What the people used this for he didn't care, it would get him the drugs he needed; Duke had a weird thing for cubes.
Bakura stood up and looked around the empty living room before heading off down one of the hallways in search of Marik. Upon finding the room he knew Marik to have claimed as his bedroom he opened the door and walked in only to freeze in his tracks and just stare. Marik was lying seemingly asleep across the bed on his back, arms folded up under his head wearing nothing but the golden bands on both of his arms, the rest of his clothes lying bloody on the floor.