Note: as some may have noticed my beta reader has thought it best to retire from my work though all the same i would like to thank her for all of her time and effort.

Chapter 10

He didn't know what to think, Marik... theMarik who had stopped Bakura from raping him… he… he had killed his parents! Marik had killed them just as he did the children and woman he had seen here, just as he did indifferently each and every night he disappeared. Malik stood up fists clenched as he stared up at Marik who was just standing there, hand gripping his sword that dripped with his most recent victims blood.
"Why… why did you… WHY DID YOU KILL THEM!" he shouted at Marik, however Marik didn't say anything nor did his expression even differ slightly; he didn't care. Malik could feel his eyes stinging with unshed tears as he stood there not knowing what to do, what to say; or what to think. He considered screaming at Marik again, screaming and then trying to punch him however he knew it wouldn't change a thing, anything he said or did would mean nothing to him.

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving and I'll join Pharaoh's guardand tell them who you are and where you live!" he shouted up at Marik, agitated that he still didn't get any form of reaction from the older blonde. Frustrated and hurt he went to turn and walk off into the night but abruptly stopped at the sound of a voice he hadn't heard before.
"You'll need this."

Malik turned around and watched in awe as Marik reached into his cloak drawing out a gold handled dagger before placing it in his hand and walking past him towards the front door of the house.
"Train yourself and when you think you're ready come and kill me, avenge your parents if they meant so much to you."
Even in his anger he was amazed by the sound of Marik's voice that he had waited so long to hear… however snapping back to reality he spun around but Marik was already gone and all that remained was Bakura picking the place clean of all priceless goods. Angered, agitated, hurt and annoyed he ran out into the night.

Bakura finished his job of the house and headed quietly out into the street, sticking to the shadows, Malik's yelling was sure to have alerted someone if he hadn't already run off to the nearest guard post that was still alive. Weaving in and out of alleyways and back streets Bakura aimed to put as much distance between himself and that house. In doing this he also stumbled upon Marik who was leaning against a shadowed wall watching him with unmoved eyes.
"You were very talkative tonight," Bakura muttered, he didn't like the possibility that had entered his mind with the last thing he had heard Marik say, '…kill me…' he didn't want to think that allMarik was just waiting for someone to kill him.

Marik turned around and walked off down the side street that headed towards the sand dunes of the vast desert, Bakura following slightly behind him. Upon mounting the first sand dune Bakura glanced back at the nighttime city illuminated by the light of the moon that made the sands shine silver.
"Do you think it was right to let him go off like that?" Bakura asked turning around and picking up his pace to catch up with Marik. However he didn't get an answer, somewhere inside of him he regretted what he had done, it was back to silence again.

Bakura was surprised to find Mariks pace quicker than usual this night and upon entering the house Marik headed directly to his room calling out to him over his shoulder.
"Take only what you need and can carry then follow me quickly and silently."
Hewas surprised by the sudden orderbut listened to the demanding sound in Mariks voice and rushed to his room and grabbed what few belongings he actually thought worth wild enough to take with him; he'd sneak back for the rest of his collection later.

Afew brief minutes later Bakurawalked out into the living room where he spotted Marik already waiting for him out on the courtyard.
"Mind explaining what the big rush is, Malik couldn't have been able to find someone, convince them that what he was saying was truth and then bring them here in this short a time period," he muttered however Marik was already heading through the forest and out onto the dunes.

Bakura was about to head back the way they had come up from this nights raid but Marik took a turn in a different direction to what they usually would. At first he wondered if Marik had another house hidden out in the middle of nowhere but the idea was proven wrong when Marik started heading back towards the city, almost as if headingdirectlytowards the pharaohs palace.
"You've got to be joking…" Bakura snarled looking over at Marik uncertainly. What was he thinking?