AN: thankyou everyone for the reviews! sorry for the short chapter XD...also i made afew changes here and there in some of the prior/earlier chapters in hope of clearing up a few things so you may be interested in re-reading

Chapter 17

As the guards dead body hit the floor Marik duck quickly into the shadows and towards the next and then the next until the shrill sound of the police signal rose up through the air; it was now that the game begins. Sticking to the shadows he silenced all of those who got in his way with a swing of the blade; whether the blow killed them or maimed them wasn't his problem…just yet anyway. He needed to find the blonde guy and get him to Bakura so until then unless they were a marked target they could wait and bleed.

It was obvious as he snuck in throw a second story window that the Pharaoh was smart enough not to have sent his best guards here; looking back out the window he saw those that remainedstill scrambling to attention unsure of what exactly had happened.
"Pathetic,"
Sword drawn in order to cause as much panic and mayhem as possible Marik walked right into the centre of the main hall where guests and slaves alike where gathered.

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"Ok rule number one stay low and out of sight, rule number two do not move from here unless your life's in danger and three don't hesitate to use this," Bakura said, handing Ryou a small dagger he had nicked off Marik some time back before turning and running up the entrance steps and leaving Ryou alone amongst the bushes by the outer wall. Bakura waltzed right into the room playing the part of a guest as he looted those who ran past him.

"The boy?"
Bakura spun around and grinned at Marik, "did you really think I'd bring him in here," he told him but he could tell Marik picked up on the in.
"The kid can take care of himself," Bakura told Marik before the two split up Marik keeping the guests and guards in a panic while Bakura went about looking for the one and only Joey Wheeler, but first to cause some more mayhem.

Bakura walked up to the still locked up slaves, "Hows it going? Don't worry about Marik he's not out to get you just…well lets just say everyone else," He told them smirking before releasing them from their confines.
"By the way has anyone seen Wheeler?" Only two slaves stoped for him each pointing in the direction they had seen him last headed.

Bakura stood on one of the tables before spotting the blonde hovering by the window,
"OY Marik!" Bakura called out pouting towards the target. Marik was swift grabing theguy before he had time to jump out of the window before whacking him over the head with the swords handle; he fell limply on the floor.
"I'd tell you to guard him but seems your boy's in trouble," Marik hissed pointing out the window. Bakura nodded and turned to head out the way he had come in only to see someone to familiar for comfort standing on stage; it was Malik.

Bakura gave him a questioning look, for one of the Pharaohs top guards he sure didn't dress like one, wearing a small dark kilt and open purple dyed top Malik looked everything like a display slave; then it hit him. Bakura smirked looking at the gold dagger strapped to Malik's upper thigh and was glad for an excuse to leave. Waving goodbye to Malik Bakura ran down the stairs and out into the front courtyard of the complex to see Ryou cowering, back pressed up against the courtyard wall as two guards closed in on him.

"Ryou what did I tell you!"

Ryou looked up to see Bakura standing above him, behind him the guards were sprawled across the ground one bleeding from a cutacross his head. Ryou stood and bowed apologetically before Bakura suddenly grabbed him by the arm leading him back up the steps as the last terrified guests and a spineless guard or two ran past them.

By the time he and Ryou made their way back up to the main hall Marik's last victims body had just fallen to the floor. Bakura was surprised to see Malik sitting on the stage just watching Marik having made no attempt what so ever to stop him. Shrugging it off as something that was none of his business at the moment he walked around the hall salvaging some untouched drinks before sitting down on one of the chairs and beckoning Ryou to join him.

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Marik paused, turned, and stared at Malik who starred back in return.
"Aren't you here to try and kill me," Marik stated as he whipped his sword to the side sending the fresh blood flying off and splattering onto the wall and floor. Bakura watched from where he sat on the chair with Ryou sitting in his lap noting the hint of confusion coming through in his voice. Suddenly Malik stood up looking hurt as he drew the dagger Mark had given him all those years ago; the dagger given with the intention to bring death.