(Well here's chapter four. The only reason I'm continuing this now is because some one asked me if I was gonna finish it. So to those who are fans of this dribble spuided out by Vampire Prince Cleaver or Dark Arts H8U, how ever you know me depending on where you're reading this, I'm sorry for the long wait.)
Chapter Four: Black Out
Ishizu watched with worry as Marik left the house in a hurry without so much as a word. She'd seen him return late. She'd seen the blood that drenched him. She'd seen the past return like a bad dream, but this wasn't a dream nor was the past. It was very much real and this scared her more then she could ever say.
Marik rushed down the street, the same street that led to Bakura's tenement. On the previous night both males had agreed that Marik would pick Bakura up and he'd help install the chandeliers. Marik could really care less about the chandeliers at this point all that seemed to go through his deranged noggin was seeing his ivory prize again.
Soon the beat down tenement came into eyes few. First the building over the hilled sidewalk, then the stairs, and finally Bakura. He stood there in a black tattered blazer, faded ripped jeans, combat boots with electric tape on the toe, and a grey scarf. A wide grin forced its way onto Marik's face.
Bakura turned his head and a glare flared as he caught sight of Marik, "'Bout time you bloody fool! I'm freezing my bullocks off!" Despite being an insult, Bakura's raspy voice sent a shiver of pleasure through Marik's body. It was natural for something that turned him on to do this but never had it been a living person who was the cause.
Bakura made his way to Marik and placed a cold kiss onto Marik's contradicting warm lips. "Lets go, I'm freezing.
Both males talked, shared random kisses and rude sexual remarks. They were content with each others company. That is till they got to the Ishtar estate. Minuets after entering the house unexpected events began to unravel at a whiplash speed. A speed that Marik could not keep up with.
Odion had Bakura in a head-lock, Marik had Ishizu pinned in a corner with the rod's point dangerously close to her fragile neck. What had happened to cause this. Marik didn't know and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
(Wow! I'm embarrassed. It took me forever to update this little piece of shit chapter. REALLY! Man I suck. Sorry to all the Ebony and Ivory fans.)