Chapter 9

Bakura lay on one of the couches in the living room watching the walls take on darker shades signifying the slow setting of the sun; today would be the day. He had already decided what he was going to and it was a simple process to carry out; he just didn't buy the drugs. Now all he had to do was wait for the night when…

Hetilted his head to one side at the smell of smoke, on the floor a few meters in front of him sat Maik dressed in a dark, knee-length kilt and black hooded cloak. He observed a flaming piece of papyrus was held between two of Marik's fingers as it began to break up into ashes and fall to the floor; another letter. With the flame gone the room took on a darker tone but then suddenly the room took on a warm orange tinge. Turning his head slightly and looking at the opposite wall he spotted Malik lighting one of the lamps.

Sitting up he noticed Marik standing by the door that lead out onto the main court yard, purple eyes stared lifelessly into his own. Whether Marik knew what he had planed for tonight or not, he neither let on nor made any attempts to stop him, however Bakura was close to certain Marik knew. He only had to blink once before Marik was lost to the newly approaching darkness that was the night.

"Your not going?" Malik asked sitting on one of the other couches.
"Do you still want to see what Marik does?" Bakura asked bluntly, ignoring the question that had been directed at him. Malik nodded eagerly before standing up. Bakura shook his head muttering something under his breath as he picked up his looting bag before walking out the same way Marik had.
"Just follow and keep quiet," Bukura told the kid as they quickly headed off towards the city.

Bakura was lucky, after having spent many nights following Marik he was able to track him down quite easily along the commonly used alleyways and back streets. They trailed Marik at a distance though Bakura was sure he knew they were there. Once seeing Marik enter one of the properties in the city centre Bakura stopped and hang back in the shadow of one of the walls, forcing Malik to do the same. Even though it was obvious that the young boy didn't understand Bakura wasn't going to be bothered explaining it to him.

He watched as the lamps within the residence slowly went out almost as though the occupants had merely gone to bed, and then stepped out towards the front door before opening it and ushering Malik inside. Once the door was shut silently behind him Bakura glanced around the interior, this was some house, a lot bigger than most they had been in; must be very important he thought.
"You wanted to see what Marik does, so go!" Bakura hissed, giving Malik a shove in the direction of the next room.

Malik slowly crept towards the adjoining room, he didn't understand what they were doing in this house, nor who's house it was to begin with. However, something about the whole situation unnerved him. He walked around the corner only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of the blood splatter on the wall beside his head, looking down he had to cover his mouth to stop him self from screaming at the sight of the bodies of two children. He didn't have to check for a pulse, it was obvious by the amount of blood on the floor and the walls that they were dead. He carefully edged along the wall trying to avoid looking at all the blood or else he would throw up; he didn't understand.

A flash of moonlight caught his attention and he looked into the next room just in time to see the blood spray out of a large wound on a woman's back as she tried to sneak from behind one wall hanging to the next. Malik flattened himself against the wall, eyes wide with shock as he looked from the still partially alive women lying on the floor to Marik and back again as the sound of the women's pain filled voice reached his ears. However another flash of moonlight, reflected of Marik's sword, made him turn his head away and squeeze his eyes tightly shut, and then the woman was silent.

He opened his eyes slowing and looked over at the still hooded Marik with a horrified glance, purple eyes looked at him emotionlessly as the older guy stepped over the woman's body and approached him. Malik collapsed onto the floor slowly moving backwards with every pace Marik took forward; it was all coming back to him… the blood, the sword, the hooded cloak, and the woman's cries. He tried to back away further but he couldn't, someone was blocking his way, he looked up to see Bakura standing behind him.

"Can't say I didn't try to tell you to leave things be," he the guy muttered with a shrug of his shoulder.