Warnings: This is a fictional story and nothing more. Rating M, swearing, child abuse, if this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This rating will be staying the same nothing will change in it so please take note.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.

Chap 6: The Thief

Marik walked through the station with Malik in his arms passing work mates as he did, he stopped as he came to his desk and placed Malik down on it, the boy looked around at all the people that stared at him, he shifted a little and watched Marik, he couldn't believe that they got the guy, oh he had been waiting for this day for ages now.

Malik smiled and pointed Marik looked over his shoulder to see Hoshi walk up to them. "Marik you brought him with you?" She said a little shocked as Malik held out his arms for her and she picked him up. "This isn't a place for little Malik."

"I had no choice." He replied. "They got him I want to have a little talk." Marik growled.

"What are you going to do with him while we are in there?" She snapped back at him, she had been working on this case as well and wasn't going to be left out no matter how cute Malik was. Marik opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out, what was he going to do with Malik?

"Shizuka!" He grabbed Malik and walked to her office he gave a knock and walked in, but stopped at seeing the captain and two others and Shizuka, a tall man with long black hair and green eyes and a taller male with short brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in long black over coats, and suites underneath.

"This is Seto Kaiba, and Ryuuji Otogi there from..." Their captain didn't get to finish.

"The case that you have been working on doesn't seem to be going anywhere." The taller of the two said his blues eyes landed on Malik they narrowed then shifting to meet Marik's in a lock stared before he said. "Is this station running a day care?" He turned to the captain.

"No we aren't." Marik walked by them both. "Shizuka, can you watch him for me?" she nodded her head, Malik pulled on Marik's arm, he lent in.

"I'll be a few minutes Malik, just sit and wait then we'll go to a park." Malik let go and pouted. "Be good." Malik watched him walk away.

The small group walked out of her office. "This case, I have been working on it for months, the reason it's not going anywhere is because the slimy bastard leaves a word and cold dead bodies that he keeps for a few days while he cleans them." Marik hissed at him, which reminded him that they found another body this morning that the killer was dumping and got caught with it.

"Sounds like poor police work to me." Kaiba growled at Marik, who didn't take it to well.

"Maybe if you guys got off your asses and helped out once in a while we would have had this bastard before he could drop his first victim in the garbage." Marik met his challenge.

"Well I'm sure that you do all that you can, with what you have, but Seto we are not here for that." The one known as Ryuuji Otogi pushed his partner back and stood in between them. "We are here if this guy is the one, then we are to take him with us."

"Then let me do my job!" Marik hissed pushing them out of his way, but stopped as Yami walked towards them holding a folder in his hands. "Tell me you got something?" Marik said as Yami stopped in front of him.

"The girl that he dumped was Abby everything's the same, little clothing and the word whore carved into her left breast." Yami handed the folder off to Marik, who looked through it briefly. "I also got fingerprints but nothing came up on him or the body." Yami sighed.

"Why wasn't I called the minute you found the body?" Marik hissed, everyone knew that he liked to see the crime scene before anything was done as he had been with it since it started, and nothing had changed in that time to say it was a copycat.

"Because you have someone under age to look after now." Yami said, Marik sighed he was right what was he going to do? Run out in the middle of the night to a murder scene leaving Malik at home? At that point he knew that things were going to get harder, and not as easy as they used to be.

"Lets get this guy where he belongs." Marik walked around Yami and towards the interrogation room. "At the end of a noose." He growled to himself, as his sleepless night and endless worry if they were ever going to catch him was about to end the minute he walked through that door, Marik was going to get everything out of him, even if he had to beat it out of the man.

"Just don't screw up, or you'll be walking to the street beat." Kaiba snarled as he walked into the recording room that was placed in front of the room Marik was about to enter.

"Don't worry about him, he hasn't had his morning coffee." The dark haired man said as he walked through the door, Marik turned his hard gaze to Hoshi, who sighed and shook her head.

"They'll be gone, by the end of the day."

Marik grunted at her and walked into the room, but stopped at seeing nothing but a boy that had one wrist cuffed to the chair at his side. "What's this a joke?" Marik said looking at the glass then at the boy, who gave him a once over look, Marik sat down at the table, Hoshi passed him a folder and he opened it.

The boy watched every one of his movements. "How long is this going to take?" He asked pulling on the cuff.

"In a hurry?" Marik looked up.

"You could say that." He replied, time was running out, he left him in such a bad way, but he had to leave and get something to help him.

"Do you know why you're here?" Marik asked the boy who stopped puling on the cuff.

"Yes!" He hissed.

"It says that you were found with a dead girl."

"No, no." He said alarmed. "I was on my way home when I saw a man dumping something, I went to see what it was, when I was jumped. Now let me go I told you everything that I know." He pulled on the cuffs again, but winced and whimpered.

"But you had all this stuff in your bag and pockets." This wasn't what Marik had in mind when he walked into the room, but still all the answers laid with this boy, a face to a monster that pried on helpless girls at night.

"You could recognize him again?" Hoshi asked and the boy nodded.

"Saw him real good." The sound of metal on metal clinked in the room. "Come on let me go!" He growled. Marik got up and walked over to him and pulled out a key and released the red wrist that was bleeding, the boy jumped from his chair and ran for the door, Hoshi blocked his way, but he tackled her knocking both of them back into the door, he still reached for the handle desperate to get out.

Marik grabbed him pulling him off Hoshi and pinned him to the wall. "Calm down and lets talk, you'll be out of here quicker than fighting with us." Marik dragged him back and sat him down on the chair.

"If I tell you what you want to know, then you'll let me go?" Marik and Hoshi nodded their heads and she sat down next to Marik.

"Lets start with your name and age?" Marik asked.

"I've been through this already." He huffed.

"Humor us." Marik said, the boy rolled his eyes.

"Bakura and I'm ten."

"Where do you live and last name." Hoshi said this time.

"It's Hikari." He said. "We just moved into town." He added.

"Well before we can keep going I have to call your parents." Marik said, taking out his cell phone. "What's you number?" Marik had a feeling that he was laying.

"Look I know that it looks bad with me being around that dead girl and all, I do. But I did nothing to her just helping out being the good little citizen… and I'm under age, so lets forget that you have kept me here for a few good hours, and let me go." The door opened and an officer walked in placing a sandwich and a bottle of orange juice in front of him. Bakura snatched them both up and slipped them into his pocket. Hoshi and Marik shared a look, Marik then said.

"Why not eat now?"

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Bakura narrowed his eyes, but they went wide as his stomach growled he clutched it as if to silence it.

"It would seem that you're hungry now." Marik said the boy glared up at him.

"I'll eat later." He hissed Marik got up.

"You were caught with a lot of stuff. We have had calls that there has been a lot of breaking and entering in the area where you were picked up, food and such have been stolen from homes." Marik walked to the door and opened it, a backpack was handed to him and a clear bag with two bottles in them. Marik walked back and placed them onto the table and picked up the bag. "Are you starting to become a low life drug dealer?"

"On a poor choice of drugs to sell on the street, I'd say you hit very low on the drug market." Hoshi said looking through the backpack.

"I wasn't going to sell them." Bakura protested.

"For you then." Marik raised an eyebrow. "Couldn't get a fix so you settled for these?" Marik dropped them onto the table.

"I don't do drugs and they're not for me."

"Then who?" Hoshi asked, Marik reached over and tipped up the backpack and everything spilled out onto the table, Bakura jumped up and grabbed onto the food stopping it from falling onto the floor.

"Then who are they for?" Marik growled, Bakura pressed his lips together and gave Marik a look that he wasn't going to talk. "Fine." Marik tapped Hoshi on the shoulder, she got up and walked to the door, he opened the door and she walked out. "Until you're ready to tell us everything you're staying right here." Marik walked out closing the door behind him, the boy ran at it and pound on the door.

"LET ME OUT YOU BASTARD!" pounding on the door continuously.

Marik locked the door; he walked into the room where he could watch the boy. "That's it?" Kaiba said pointing to the glass. "You're leaving him there."

"He's wanting to be let go no matter what, we hold him long enough he'll talk." He smirked.

"Did we get anything on the last name?" Hoshi asked.

"Nothing, not even his first name." Ryuuji said.

"What is it with kids, they just sprout out of the ground these days?" Marik hissed, this kid was similar to Malik, but with Malik they knew his father was around, the point was to find him now, but this Bakura kid had nothing on record, no prints family last name, nothing.

The door was thrown open and a worried Shizuka gasped. "Marik I'm so sorry I turned my back for a minute and…" Marik pushed passed her as he rushed out of the room he noticed the door was open to where he had locked Bakura in. "Shit!" the boy was gone and Malik was missing.

"Everyone stop." Marik said, every officer stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "Look around where you are, do any of you see a small boy?" he waited and got nothing but shaking heads.

"We'll search the station." The captain said, barking orders at everyone to move and look around. Marik and Hoshi ran about the sleeping quarters looking for Malik, Bakura could wait for now.

Malik gasped and backed up he went looking for Marik, but that idea was now turning out to be a bad one as he was now lost. He whimpered as he turned the corner of lockers in the men's locker room. He didn't like the girl Marik left him with, he bit his lip as he turned back around looking for a way out, not finding one he turned to walk but bumped into someone, he gasped and jumped back. "What are you doing here kid?" Malik gasped and backed up away from the tall man, "this isn't a place for kids." The man reached out and Malik was grabbed by the front of his jumper and pulled forward.

"Put him down!" The police officer looked up just in time to see a helmet coming at his face, knocking him out. Malik fell to the ground and sat there with his eyes closed tightly and shaking. He was picked up suddenly his eyes opened wide; staring at him was hard black ones. "You should go back to where you came from." Bakura placed Malik down on his feet. "I don't have time for this…" Bakura narrowed his eyes, but they softened as Malik held out his hand for his. "Bloody hell…" He growled and rolled his eyes knowing that he'll regret it later. "Come on I'll walk you back out, but don't tell anyone that you saw me?" Bakura grasped onto Malik's hand and led him out into the empty hallway.

"Go that way, they should be looking for you." Bakura gave Malik a light push towards a door that was ajar, and voices grew near. Malik shook his head and held out his hand again for him. "Look kid, I'm busy right now your parents are looking for you." Malik gave him a smile, and Bakura's face softened. "I can't go with you or play they'll get angry with me." Malik's face fell, as did his hand, but he looked up as Bakura patted his head.

Malik turned around as the door was pushed opened, and Marik walked towards him. "There you are." Malik turned around to point at the boy, but he was gone. "Come on, this isn't a place for you to play in." He picked up a confused Malik and walked back the way he had come.

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Later that night Marik tucked him into bed turning on the moon shape nightlight for him. Malik patted the puffy blankets and shifted about, Marik laughed and re-tucked him in. Marik left the room and walked down stairs, into his living room he turned the t.v on low and sat down, half away through, Malik come running in like the boogieman was hot on his heels and he jumped on Marik shaking. Marik comforted him the best he could and soon Malik fell back asleep in his Marik's arms. "Yeah your right I don't like beds either." Marik laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket over them both, Malik fell fast asleep on his chest.

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On the other side of town Bakura climbed through the broken boarded up windows and walked across the creaking floor boards where cold air blew through them and snow blew in through the windows, it took him most of the night to get back here. He cursed the cops for keeping him away and taking his needed belongings, he opened the door and closed it quickly behind him, placing empty cans in front of the door so he would wake up if anyone entered the room he had set spikes under each window so if anyone came in through a window they wouldn't be able to walk, giving them a good chance to get away.

He moved to the large box in the corner of the room that was filled with blankets, he knelt down and crawled inside, moving the old and dirty material about until he came across what he was looking for. "Hey I'm back." He pulled the small body to him, placing a hand on the forehead but the flesh was hot and that body shaking. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, they kept me." Nothing came as a reply. "You, you stay here and I'll go back out and get that medicine again and this time I won't get caught." He placed the small body down and covered him up, he ran out of the room.

He sprinted for what seemed like hours, he came to a built up area, and picked the first house that looked empty or everyone was sleep. He picked the locks on the front door with numb fingers he was in within record time, Bakura entered the house, he went straight to the stairs.

He took two at a time, and rushed to the bathroom taking less care than what he normally would, he found pain killers, sleeping pills, cough syrup he took that and placed it into his pocket, "Dammit." He hissed as he couldn't find the antibiotics.

He bit his lip it would have to do, it had a sleeping agent in it and something to bring down a fever so it was good enough for now. He dashed out of the room and downstairs he located the kitchen, he looked in the fridge the light filled the room, he grabbed a few things and placed them up his jumper, shivering when the cold touched his skin.

A clicking sound rang out in the room and he froze slowly standing up to see the owner of the house standing there with a gun pointed at him, Bakura put his hands up in view and backed up to the back door that was off to his left a little. "Look I just needed a few things, nothing of value just food."

"Really?" The gun was raised a little higher and Bakura stopped as panic rose but he tried to remain calm.

"Just let me go and I'll never come back again." He placed his hand on the door handle.

"That's right you're never going to break into a house again." Bakura gasped as a searing pain shot through his stomach, he doubled over placing his hands on the new wound as blood seeped through his clothing and fingers, a second shot rang out and the pain hit his shoulder, he fell to his knees and collapsed onto the floor.

He lifted a cordless phone in his hand and dialed a number and waited "Hello you've reached the Domino emergency serves how can I help you?"

"Yeah I just shot an intruder." He still held the gun at Bakura's unconscious form.

TBC

Oh poor Bakura has had one hell of day, your ideas are always wanted so R&R. (love and coolies) and my editor says 'poor bastard.'