Warnings: Rating M, Swearing, Child Abuse, Mild Sexual Abuse, Violence, Character Death. If this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This is a fictional story ONLY and nothing more. Flames will be used to toast my marshmallows. I own nothing!!
Chap 22: It's All Out
England
The next morning, Bakura felt his arm being tugged on. "Kuwa, Kuwa." He opened his eyes and saw Ryou standing by the couch, holding himself with both hands, his knees bent in together as he hopped from one foot to the other and a desperate look on his face as he whined out. "Kuwa, I have to goooo." Ryou's little dance increased to show his brother that he really had to use the bathroom.
Bakura sat up and glanced about wondering where he was, then everything came back to him on what happened. "Kuwa?!" Ryou whined sparing a hand to tug on Bakura's t-shirt.
"Alright." Bakura ran a hand over his face to wake himself up more and took Ryou's hand in his and led Ryou to the bathroom. The child never looked so happy to see a toilet.
"Kuwa, I can't goes ifs you're watching me!" Ryou was dancing on the spot, Bakura shook his head and closed the door and waited.
"Breakfast?" Valon asked on his way past, fully dressed. "You guys slept in." He said walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks." Bakura mumbled as he heard the toilet flush and the door opened. "Come on." He mumbled.
"Kuwa I have to wash my hands." Ryou held them up. "Turn the tap on, please." Bakura walked in and did as Ryou asked; the child washed his hands and followed Bakura into the kitchen.
"I called the boss and he is happy to met you before lunch. Please, sit down." Valon said and started cooking, Bakura and Ryou took a place at the table.
Soon the food was on the table and Bakura filled Ryou's and his plate up. "With what you want to do." Valon said doing the same. "Are you sure you really want to?" He hadn't pushed Bakura for answers on why he had turned up on his doorstep so late at night.
"Yeah, we really need to leave." Bakura knew that what he was asking of Valon's boss, it was going to cost him more then he had, but he hoped Valon's boss would willing to working something out.
"Kuwa, are we going away?" Ryou whispered tugging on his shirt again. "What about mummy? Is she coming too?" Ryou shifted nervously, he didn't think they should go anywhere without her, they would get into trouble and Bakura; well he was in trouble for hurting that man.
"Be quiet." Bakura hissed at him and Ryou gave him a scolding look.
"We can't leave without mummy!" Ryou half yelled at him, Valon silently watched the two.
"She doesn't want you any more!" Bakura snapped at him, Ryou shoved his food away and got down off the chair with tears already starting to fall.
"Mommy loves me!" Ryou shot back and ran from the room.
"Maybe before you doing anything you should talk to him." Valon suggested.
Bakura shot him a look that said he knew what he was doing as he got up and left the room. He found Ryou huddled under the blankets that were still on the couch. "Go away." Ryou sniffled.
Bakura sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he sat on the couch, Ryou sifted away from him. How did he tell someone as young as Ryou that his mother loved money more than them? "Ryou." Bakura said as he pulled off the blanket from Ryou's head. "What happened last night… mom only pretended to love us."
"Pretended?" Ryou wiped his eyes.
"Like… when they play dress up on T.V." Bakura said and watched as Ryou's eyes widened.
"Like when the lady was dressed likes a cat, but she was only playing a game and wasn't really a cats?" Ryou gasped.
This could work, he didn't want Ryou knowing the truth and saving his little brother the heartache on what she had done to them. So it was better to go with it "Yeah, she was only playing dress up."
"She wasn't my mommy?" Ryou burst into tears finding it hard to believe that she hadn't been his mother, and at the same time believing Bakura.
Bakura sighed as he pulled Ryou into a hug. "It's going to be okay… we're going far away were they don't play dress up."
"Can I?" Ryou glanced up at him tearfully. "Can I get a Daddy that I can call a Daddy and not Ers? One that won't play dress ups?" Bakura sighed hoping that day would never come and it wasn't as if a family was waiting to take them into their home and look after them… no if Bakura had anything to do with it, he would get some place to live and get a job, they didn't need anyone else but each other.
"Sure, whatever you want." Bakura mumbled and lifted Ryou's chin up. "So will you come with me?" Bakura asked him. "Because I don't think I can do this without you."
"Yes, Kuwa." Ryou wrapped his arms about his neck and hugged him.
Bakura and Ryou now, stood in the entrance hall that reminded Bakura of home and sent a cold chill up his spine and warning bells in his head, he wanted to run but held his ground. "Kuwa, Kuwa does Ers live here?" Ryou whispered looking about.
"No." Bakura said and glanced to his right as voices could be heard over a slight commotion.
"Don't worry." Valon said. "You're in good hands." He reassured the two brothers.
"Ahh, Bakura I presume?" Said a tall man with very long white hair and odd coloured eyes of blue and yellow, dressed in a white suite and polished black shoes. "My boy here tells me you're in need of help, yes?" He asked as he signed something on a clipboard a man held out to him, then turned his attention onto Bakura with a smile.
"Yes, Sir." Bakura just then wanted to rip out his own tongue, stab it a few times for having to say that one word, he never wanted to say again. Ryou gasped beside him, bewailed on why his brother called this man Ers.
"Please call my Dartz." He said, and Bakura caught the man's eyes roaming his body up and down, and then turned to Valon. "The child, Valon." Dartz waved a hand at Ryou.
"Yes boss." Valon said seeming to know what the boss wanted, he crouched down to Ryou's level. "Hey, lets go do something." Ryou glanced up at Bakura with an unsure look and pressed more into his side and not wanting to be out of his brother's sight. "We have games, t.v, ice cream, ponies, dogs…"
"Puppies?!" Ryou squealed letting go of Bakura's hand hearing what he wanted too.
"Yes, we have puppies, a litter was born about seven weeks ago and are very playful, all of the Doberman breed." Dartz said almost proudly.
"Can I Kuwa?" Ryou gasped practically bouncing in place in his excitement.
"Sure." Bakura nodded his head and giving Valon a warning look that he had better take good care of his brother. Ryou was pulling Valon away by the hand; the guy had no idea on how much of a handful Ryou could be.
"Come, we'll have a little talk in the study." Dartz said, and Bakura right then was reluctant to follow him, but did anyway.
"Valon tells me you wish to leave the country?" Dartz took his seat behind the large personally designed desk. The study was almost similar to what his father had and everything screamed money… why this man was never at his parents parties? His father would have loved to have been in this mans company as Dartz seemed that he had more power then Roy, Marcus and Jack together.
Bakura took a seat and felt that the man's eyes were on him a little to long. "Yes." He replied.
"The price is forty grand each, no matter your destination." Dartz said, as he relaxed in his chair more, with a look Bakura knew all to well and was starting to get annoyed with it and held onto his temper with wanting to lean over the desk and hit the guy or gouge his eyes out with the pencils that sat in the small holder on the desk before him.
"I'm willing to pay you every cent, once I'm out of England." Bakura tore his eyes off the pencils, they were there if he needed them. He didn't have that kind of money and was starting to feel that he was never going to get out of the country.
"See that's a risk on my behalf, I normally take a down payment first. Which would be half of the total price… but I'm willing to let it slide for you and your brother… if you tell me why you want to leave?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes a little at the man before him, tying not to show how annoyed he was. "I shot three people last night, they were going to…" Bakura trailed off not wanting to think about it and it wasn't as if Dartz was a model citizen either, the man probably had more of a body count under his belt then anyone in England.
"I see, messy business killing people for whatever reason." Dartz mumbled his tone honest and understanding.
"I'm not a murderer." Bakura growled back.
"I didn't say you were." Dartz smirked, and then suddenly became very serious and got down to why Bakura was here. "I'm leaving for Japan tomorrow night. I have an estate there and business to attend. Since I don't have any shipments going out any time soon, you and your brother will be accompanying me on my yacht." Dartz turned his chair and glanced out the large window behind him, pulling back the curtains a little. "My twelve o'clock is here." He turned to Bakura and added. "You'll met us at the marina on the north side tomorrow night at nine pm sharp." He stood up and Bakura followed. "Once in Japan, I'll fit you up with a job within my company, where I'll take a cut of your wages as payment."
"Thank…" Bakura grunted out as he was pushed roughly against the wall and Dartz lent in so close that their noses were almost touching.
"I expect you to do the job I give you. I expect you to pay me back in full. If you don't, if you try and run away, I'll kill everyone that would help you and then I'll kill your little brother and you'll be dragged back to do the job you are appointed, am I understood?"
"Yes." Bakura nodded his head; Dartz stared at him for a few more moments before stepping back.
"Good, I have a feeling about you Bakura, that you won't let me down and we are going to get along swimmingly." Dartz smiled and wrapped his arm about Bakura's shoulder and led him out of the study.
"Thank you." Bakura pulled himself out from under the man's arm.
"Remember nine pm sharp." Dartz said as he walked off.
Four nights, the yacht and its seven man crew, and eight more as guests, were well and truly out in the middle of the ocean making its way to Japan. The yacht with its three floors and many bedrooms, entertainment rooms and a bar, it was more like an ocean liner, than a personal boat.
"FUCK!" Came a scream of pain, shortly followed by a door bursting open and Bakura running out, still holding a letter opener that was dripping blood and clutched in his hand and while pulling his jeans on.
Bakura ran at full speed to the end off the narrow hallway, slipped on the polished flooring and slid a little ways and hit his side on the edge of the staircase. "You little fuck!" Dartz stumbled out of the bedroom door that Bakura had just fled from.
Bakura scrambled to his feet and rushed up the stairs to the next floor, coming to another hallway he rushed towards the stern of the ship. "Ryou!?" Bakura called out as he pushed open a door to the entertainment room, which held a large theater screen, a pool table, a bar and much more to keep one occupied.
Bakura spotted his little brother jumping about while listening to music via headphones and a portable CD player that was hooked to his waist. Bakura rushed in and grabbed him; Ryou gasped out of fright not sure what was going on. "What's going on, Bakura?" Valon asked frowning at seeing the teen in a state of almost undress.
Bakura rushed out of the room having so much speed he hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. "Get back here!" Dartz yelled at him as he was still holding his bleeding left hand and followed Bakura, who was now running towards the stern of the ship again.
"Boss?" Valon asked, coming out with three more men one a tall blonde and well built.
"Stop him!" Dartz yelled at them. "Get him back here!"
Bakura rushed down to the lower deck while holding Ryou close to him and slid to a stop, as he now faced nothing but black water and sky. "Fuck!" Bakura growled, then remembered that every boat had a life raft.
"Kuwa?" Ryou gasped finding it hard to keep his breath from the way Bakura was holding him; he pulled off the headphones to rest about his neck.
"Shut up!" Bakura snapped as he found what he was looking for and ran over, his bare feet hitting the floor with soft padded sounds. He placed Ryou down before him as he climbed into the raft and held his arms out. "Come on!"
"Hold it, Bakura!" Valon said. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving!" Bakura grabbed onto Ryou, who had his back to everyone.
"Don't be stupid Bakura, I'll shoot a hole in the raft and let you both drown!" Dartz said, wrapping his hand in a bit of cloth. "Get back on board the ship." The two men with Valon raised their guns aimed right at Ryou's back.
"Kuwa, I'm scared." Ryou whimpered he didn't like the look of all that water and in such a small little boat.
Bakura growled he saw no way out of this; he turned his attention onto his little brother. "Ryou, listen to me." Bakura grabbed the headphones that were about Ryou's neck. "Whatever happens don't take them off and keep your eyes shut tight, don't open them at all, can you do that?" Bakura gave him a smile.
"Yep!" Ryou nodded his head as Bakura placed the headphones over his ears and turned up the volume, Ryou shut his eyes as tightly as he could and placed his hands over them.
"I should have put it through your head and not you hand." Bakura said as he climbed back out of the raft and onto the deck.
The two men rushed him one taking Ryou by the back of his shirt and the other guy twisted Bakura's arm behind his back and forced him over to Dartz. "I'll make you pay for that!" He delivered Bakura a backhand to his face as he grabbed a handful of Bakura's white hair and forced him to look as Dartz took a gun from the hip of one of his bodyguards and aimed it at Ryou. "Say goodbye."
"No, no." Bakura begged knowing Dartz would do it. "I'll do anything you ask, just leave him alone."
"Throw the brat overboard." Dartz waved the gun a little pointing out to the water, the guy turned and held Ryou out at arms length over the edge ready to the drop the child.
"NO!" Bakura struggled.
"Boss this is to much, let the kid go!" Valon said, he pulled out his guns, one aimed at the bodyguard that held Ryou over the edge, the child safe for now and the other at Dartz's head.
"Are you questioning me, Valon?" Dartz growled at him, not affected by the live gun pointed at his head.
"Yeah, I am." Valon shot back. "What you're doing to them is wrong."
"Wrong?!" Dartz laughed. "And yet you Valon, sit with me at every meeting, every deal, every illegal shipment I do, you're in everything we do."
"Don't be stupid." The blonde hissed at his younger brother.
"Shut up, Rafael." Valon snapped back at him and turned his attention back to Dartz. "Not anymore, I'll pay for Bakura and Ryou's shipment to Japan and once we are there you'll let them go or else." Valon stood his ground guns held tightly in his hands, he had been looking after Ryou for the last few days and had grown quite a liking to the boy.
Bakura had his eyes on Ryou, who still hand his hands over his eyes and the music playing in his ears, the boy missed everything, which Bakura was glad for. "Or else what?" Dartz hissed.
"I'll turn us in." Valon twitched, then glanced over to Ryou and back to Dartz.
"I'd like to see that." Dartz growled.
"I have someone, so even if something happens to me, you'll be taken down anyway." Valon moved in and pressed the gun to Dartz's head. "Let them go, I don't want to do this." He half pleaded.
Dartz moved in knocking Valon's hand away and a shot ran out, they struggled. The bodyguard dropped Ryou over the edge into the water as he clutched at his chest and fell to the deck. "RYOU?!" Bakura got free and ran for the edge of the boat, only to be tackled to the floor by the same bodyguard that held him. "Get off!" Bakura brought his leg up and kicked him in the face, breaking the guys nose.
Bakura jumped to his feet and saw Dartz turn on the gun on the one called Rafael, the tall blonde backed up. "I'll teach you that one betrays my, Valon!" Dartz growled and shot the tall blonde through the head and the blood splatter hit Bakura on the back just as he threw himself overboard, a cry came from Valon seeing his brother had fallen.
"RAFAEL!" Valon screamed.
"Stop the boat!" Dartz called out. "Get them back here!" Alarms sounded and lights were thrown on as the yacht was stopped.
"Ryou!" Bakura coughed out as he swam, thankful that the ocean was relatively calm and not as cold as it had looked, but cold enough to raise goosebumps on him, just up a head Bakura saw Ryou splashing about to stay afloat. The lights of the ship where thrown upon them. "I'm here." Bakura didn't have to grab onto his little brother, Ryou did it for him and almost choking him as he clung onto him for dear life. "It's alright I got you." Bakura fought to keep his head above water and Ryou out of the water as much as possible… they were going to drown for sure… it was better then going back there, but it scared Bakura so much that he felt the greatest of guilt for having to take Ryou with him, he was getting tired and couldn't tread water forever.
Bakura for the first time let out a scream that was cut off as he went under again and held Ryou up, then coming up once again for air. "I'm so sorry Ryou." Bakura let out a sob as he was slowing down in kicking his legs and felt to tired to keep going.
The raft pulled up next to them. "Lets talk." Dartz said leaning over the edge of the boat, Bakura fought with everything he had to swim, pulling Ryou with him and hung onto the edge of the raft and caught his breath back. Ryou was sobbing on his shoulder and shaking from the cold water.
Present.
All of Bakura's senses seemed to come back to hearing the sound of the fire crackling off to his side, seeing the flickering glow of the Christmas tree lights and the soft sound of the t.v behind them in the dimly lit living room of Marik's warm house. "I made a deal with Dartz that even after I pay him back his money, I would still work for him and be there when ever he called for me. A few days later I saw what Dartz would have me do and I just couldn't do it… Ryou and I we ran soon after." Bakura whispered so softly that the sound of the t.v almost drowned him out.
"We found this farm to stay on and I worked for this old woman for a few months around her house, Ryou loved it." Bakura was looking at anything, but Marik. "I liked her, she was so nice, I really liked her… she became ill and we had to move on." Bakura then started to take an interest in picking at the rim of his cup that now sat empty in his lap and cold. "Then after a while we ended up in this town and we found a place in that old warehouse, Ryou soon started to get sick when winter settled in. I didn't have the money to take him to a doctor, so I went out and stole what I needed, from food to medication and little things to sell for that little extra cash."
Marik listened, there were no words on how he felt hearing what had happened to Bakura and Ryou; he was so angry that he trembled. "And it had been that guy dumping that dead girl into the trash that got me mixed up with you and living here. Ryou's talking got better and he seemed unaffected by it all."
Marik sighed running a hand through his hair and braced himself for what was about to come as Bakura left something out, something Marik didn't want to know, but had to find out. "Tell me what happened on the boat between you and Dartz?" Bakura trembled so much that he dropped his cup; he pulled himself almost into a ball, well as much as his sitting position would let him and started rocking himself.
"Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened." Bakura mumbled shaking his head and tears fell from his dark eyes.
'Fuck!' Marik hissed out in Arabic as he moved closer to Bakura and gently grabbed him by his elbows in strictly to get the boy's attention, "Bakura…"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Bakura yelled at him pulling himself away hitting his back on the coffee table and Marik backed up, hoping Bakura's outburst didn't wake the boys. "Nothing happened!" Bakura repeated over and over again in whispered words to himself. Marik knew that something terrible happened on the boat that Bakura wanted to forget. "Ryou though, was so happy that you came along." Bakura mumbled still rocking himself, Marik thought it best to let him keep talking or keep him talking. "Since Ryou found out that our parents were playing pretend with us, Ryou was on a mission to find a father, a nicer one, one that he could freely call a Dad and actually be one to him." Bakura wiped at the tears that he couldn't stop from falling.
"What about you?" Marik asked keeping his voice low and calm.
"I don't need you." Bakura hissed at him eyes narrowed. "I was happy living on the streets, I don't need another person calling themselves my father or telling me they care, just to molest me in my sleep."
Marik understood now, why Bakura was so distant and cold to everyone around him, trust that should have come from the people that cared for Bakura the most, had stabbed him in the back and thrusted the boy into a world he wasn't ready for. "I didn't want to do any of it, I just wanted to be like everyone else." Bakura broke down sobbing onto his knees that were tightly pulled to his chest.
Marik moved slowly and pulled an unresisting Bakura out of his ball and hugged him, the boy tensed for a moment as he then continued to cry, Marik hugged him tightly and rubbed his back.
A while later Bakura had calmed down and rested against Marik in a hug and his head on the older male's shoulder and Marik was quite content holding him until Bakura had had enough. "I was on that boat with Dartz for seven days…" Bakura let out another sob his hold tightened on Marik. "He had Ryou and could easily kill him at anytime in front of me… I had no choice in letting him continue rapping me." Bakura broke down again wrapping his arms about Marik's shoulders.
"It's all over now, you're safe here with me." Marik tried to calm him down, Bakura's sobs had turned load and uncontrollable and shook his body so much that he had almost fallen from Marik's hold on him.
"P-please, please." Bakura choked out in between his sobs. "Tell me… that everything they did to me was right." Marik closed his eyes for a minute trying to contain his rage and didn't think that Bakura noticed his own shaking.
"No." Marik shook his head, moving his hand up to pat the back of Bakura's head. "It wasn't right. They are the ones that took advantage of you, you should have never had to do anything like that."
Bakura was in one hell of a mess, four murders, a witness to a murder and most likely a fugitive and a kidnapper as the relatives left behind may be looking for them, and from what Bakura had told him, Marik didn't think they would be looking for Bakura and Ryou anyway. Marik also couldn't ignore this and he didn't know how the boy was going to get out of this one, but maybe talking to Mai might help bring up some options, but first Bakura needed sociological help.
A short time had passed and Marik was numb from the waste down due to sitting on the hard ground and Bakura on his lap. The boy had settled down in his crying and was just sitting there. Marik had to wonder if the boy had fallen asleep on him. "Bakura." Marik mumbled and moved his shoulder Bakura's head rested on and lent back slightly when the boy lifted his head up. "I'll need you to talk to Mia about all this…"
"NO!" Bakura yelled and moved away completely from Marik noticing for the first time that he had been sitting on the others lap and had been held and it unnerved him. "I told you and that's it." Bakura growled looking at him as he wiped away his tears from his own face, his eyes swollen and his cheeks flushed. "I don't need a life sentence behind bars, no one understands and Ryou needs me." Bakura wrapped his arms about himself. "I can always leave with Ryou."
Marik shook his head, it had seemed that Bakura had been on the run for sometime now. "Bakura this isn't going to go away, no matter how much you run. I'll find away to help you." Marik said watching Bakura closely; if he needed then he could call his friend that worked higher up in the police force then him. "You can trust me."
"Trust you?!" Bakura laughed at him. "Trust you?!… I'm in this mess because I trusted my father and mother, what makes you so different from them?"
"I'm better." Marik growled his eyes narrowed in his anger not liking how Bakura placed him with the bastard that had started this living hell for Bakura. "I don't need to get my kinky kicks from molesting a boy and it makes me sick to think of it." Marik had snapped, Bakura flinched and took a step backwards, Marik then sighed seeing Bakura's reaction. "I can't say that I know what it feels like and what you have been through." Marik glanced at him a sad look to his eyes as he spoke. "And it would be insulting to even try, my father was a kind man and loved his family very much." Bakura glared at him not believing that a father could love his family let alone his own kids.
"You know?" Marik said his tone smooth. "I love Ryou because he's so out spoken and knows what he wants but still needs so much care and attention. I love Malik even if he refuses to talk, but I notice that everything he is thinking shines through his eyes and it's amazing that Ryou sees it. I don't mind Ryou calling me Dad and I love you, Bakura." The boy gasped and tensed up ready to run or fight if need be. "As a brother." Marik said. "Even if you give me the glares, like Malik does and think I'm nuts or from another planet. Malik I'm not sure what he wants, Ryou wants a father… and me. I would prefer to be a brother then act as a father, for you at least."
"A, a brother?" Bakura looked thoughtful as his mind process the word.
"You don't need another father or a friend, though it would be nice to see you with a few friends, but I'm happy to take on another brother and I know Rishid and Isis want to get to know you better, if you let them."
"I, I don't know." Bakura backed up frightened, never had he been subjected to such an offer or kindness like this in anyway.
"Lets just…" Marik said taking in a breath, he knew that getting Bakura back to what he once was, was going to take time and a lot of hard work. "Lets just take one step at a time, okay… the first one is you being here with me and feeling safe."
"I can do that." Bakura nodded his head shifting on his feet.
"The second one is I would like you to see Mai." Bakura went to protest but Marik cut in over the top of him. "You don't have to tell her what you told me, but just to talk to her, she can help you and she is understanding and nice and won't judge you at all."
"I'm not some broken doll!" Bakura raged at him angrily, knowing who this Mai person was and he didn't need another shrink placing a naming label to what was wrong with him and trying to fix what wasn't even there. "I'm not broken! I will not be broken! You can't break me!" Bakura panted, he was so worked up, his chest heaved, his eyes wide and his body shook.
"Bakura." Marik took a step forward towards the boy.
"No, no I'm not." Bakura's voice broke as if his mind had just woken up from a long winters nap and realized what had happened in the last year. "I took everything they did to me and still then I did not cry or ask why me." Bakura shook so badly Marik could see it. "I'm strong I don't need you, I can take care of myself and Ryou!"
"You don't have to carry that responsibility anymore, I just want you to be like all the other teens your age." Marik tried and suddenly Bakura collapsed to the floor sitting on his rear end.
"I don't know how." Bakura glanced up at him as Marik knelt down in front of him and held out his hand.
"In time you will and with help, let me help you." Bakura shook his head no, refusing. "If Ryou likes me so much, then I can't be that bad of a person, right?"
"I'm tired." Bakura mumbled, truly he felt all his energy gone and he was still recovering from his injuries. Marik said nothing as he helped Bakura to his feet and walked up him up the stairs. Bakura had been tense as Marik helped him into bed and covered him over with blankets; he was so sure that Marik would get into bed with him.
"Goodnight." Marik mumbled as he turned out the light and was about to close the door.
"Marik?" Bakura called out softly, the older male stopped in the doorway and glanced back into the dark room. "Could you, you know…" Bakura blushed and felt so embarrassed to ask. "Leave the door open a little and the hallway light on." He covered it over with. "You know, incase I have to use the bathroom, only until you go to bed."
"Sure." Marik held back his smirk as he left the door open half-way and turned on the hallway light, hearing a soft thank you from Bakura as he walked up the hallway a little to look in on both little ones.
Marik raised an eyebrow and not surprise at all to find their beds empty, he turned and found both Ryou and Malik tucked away in his bed sleeping soundly… with that he headed back down stairs.
TBC
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