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Hey guys here is chapter 9 finally. I'm a terrible person who hasn't updated in a while and can't for the life of her stick to a schedule. This is also the shortest chapter so far and I hate it because it's still filler! I hope you don't hate me like I hate me because you reviewers are awesome and I love to see your feedback.
* Okay so I edited this chapter and I'm much happier with it. I apologize to of all of you who read the one before. I put in three new characters I don't really like but they are going to have bit parts and only acted as a kind of plot device thingy here in this chapter.
I'd like to see all of you who like this edit and additional scene better. Also I hope this makes up for not putting up a new chapter in a while!
Chapter 9
The week continued the same way it had. Things were progressing quite well for the two of them. On the second day, Bakura continued to share with Marik his tricks of the trade, and even gave him a practice mark. Who was none other than Ryou.
Poor innocent little Ryou. His brother knew that even if his student were to be caught, he wouldn't be any real kind of trouble for he was too kid hearted and naïve to even suspect the blond haired thief-in-training to be the one who was stealing all of his lunch money before he could even get through the cafeteria doors with the rest of his group.
Bakura would be the one Ryou would first suspect, however Ryou knew that he and his 'apprentice' were probably somewhere outside the school where the older would teach the younger some real ways to stir up trouble without being in sight of potential… party poopers for lack of a better word. His imagined his older brother would miss pulling pranks on his unsuspecting self whenever the opportunity was there. Ryou certainly wouldn't.
But I digress, it was now Friday and the two of them were closing up on their days' activities. For some reason Marik insisted that he needed to get home right after school today to prepare for something. Bakura had no idea what, but it seemed important to the purple-eyed boy so he decided that he'd let Marik off on time for once today or at least that was what he'd let him think of it.
Bakura had made up his mind earlier that day that he would tail Marik to find what all of the commotion was about. He found it hard not to notice that the boy had zoned out at times. Later, he saw that when they spoke of the following week or this upcoming weekend he would get the same reactions.
Their lessons had thus far lasted at least two hours after school for which Marik always made up an excuse with Rishid about going out with his new friends (His actual new friends kept their distance from him and the school's most infamous troublemaker). However today 15 minutes after they met up, the blonde was gone through the school gates.
For the past two days Marik had gone to Bakura's house to drop his things off (he was now better aquianted with Ryou)after which the younger boy would be taught of the back alleyways by the Thief King who knew them like the back of his hand.
Said Thief King would also teach which to not take for danger the younger boy would not be able to handle and which were the ones that proved themselves(normally) to be considerably safer. Either way Marik was being taught his way through Petty Crimes 101(which was the level he would be staying at for now).
For the first day of 'Training', however, Bakura promising Marik he wouldn't, went straight for the most dangerous of places. It was the king's way of scaring his student into knowing his place. Unless it was Ryou by someone other than himself, one of Bakura's only true joys in life was to scare others shitless or simple see them scared to death by the hand of another. And if they pissed their pants in the process, it was the icing on top of the delicious cake (he also loved criers).
It went a little something like this,
They had made their way to domino's crowded downtown and immediately slid into the shady looking, narrow back alley system.
Marik, being it his first time in such a place, was beginning to realize his true nervousness. He, as always, was trying to shrug any actual normal signs of fear and put up his calm, confident façade. But, as many know, this was easier said than done.
Bakura was, of course, leading their duo through the passageways, which were quite restricted compared to the spacious main streets. As he figured Marik broke the first rat he saw, what he was not expecting was for the boy to jump on him, in turn forcing Bakura to piggyback the blonde.
And that was the least of the whitette's surprises for that night, because right then and there, for some inexplicable reason, he felt heat rise to his cheeks as a light blush spread across them. He found this completely ridiculous and assumed that he must have been getting sick.
Some people may think that it is un fathomable for The Great Bakura to get worked up over such a thing (at least in his mind), those people would be wrong (welcome to the wonderful world of fanfiction where the characters are your bitches).
Thankfully this out of character display was short live as they were interrupted by a booming voice from behind them.
"Is that your girlfriend, Thief King?" It was then that Bakura realized where they had been when they stopped.
He slid Marik off of his back in that instance.
He had found the three people he was seeking, but obviously, their time could have been much better.
"What a coincidence, I was looking for you Raphael." He said not answering the burly blond man's question.
"I don't think that's a girl, man." The second man there that stated this looked as though he was stifling laughter. He was smaller than the first and had spiky brown hair.
"Wow, I didn't know you swung that way, Bakura." The last spoke up. He had red hair styled in feminine manner accompanied by a midriff top.
"I could say the same of you Alister."
It amazed Marik how he didn't lose his cool for a second, he was sure he would never be able to do the same. Little did he know of Bakura's inner turmoil from the events that occurred just moments ago. The younger boy had now taken to hiding behind the older boy's back from the intimidating men that had just appeared in front of them.
"I'm training my heir if you must know. He's learning from the best." Was all he offered before giving a dismissive wave of his hand.
Marik knew that Bakura must have been in with these people; otherwise, he would not be keeping his ground with a bunch of well-dressed thugs in their mid-twenties. He was only fifteen after all.
"Alright, I guess we won't be pressing the issue then, kid." The one named Alister sighed.
"He's gone and gotten himself a boy toy!" The brown haired one had stopped his attempts at concealing his laughter and was beginning to clutch his stomach.
"Valon! It's time we left, so shut up." Raphael turned his attention to the white haired boy. "What did you need?"
"Never mind it, you be on your way." Bakura closed the conversation with that and the three disappeared down the alley. Though, he could have sworn he'd heard Valon say something about giving the two of them their alone time and continue his childish giggling.
The four only knew each other due to them being in somewhat of an alliance including the three's leader, Dartz. They knew Bakura since he had begun his days as a thief. Back then he was a lot more out of control and was quite the force to be reckoned with. Not that he wasn't now, it's just that before he had trouble with discretion.
They knew him well enough now to know that there was always a knife in his pocket and if you said too many things that may upset him he would pull it out. Needless to say, once Valon had obviously annoyed him, they got out of there fast.
That had not started the way he had initially planned for it to, but it clearly scared Marik enough.
Afterwards, as a break of sorts, Bakura decided they would walk through the main streets of Domino so that he could exemplify displays of pick pocketing.
The way Bakura's mind worked, he couldn't understand how anyone would pass something like that (only his pickpocketing display) up for anything. But that was to be expected, thievery was all he ever knew.
The most important thing Bakura had spoken to Marik had been this; "It is with a word as with an arrow - once let it loose and it does not return." Little did he know it would actually come in handy.
He didn't know why he told him this or why it even applied to him, but Bakura had said it was the most important thing Marik in particular would ever learn. It was the way the brown eyed boy viewed him, though. Marik was the type to use trickery with words to get himself out of things, especially tight spots. He knew better than anyone else to always stick to your instincts and play to your strengths and that was what the boy's would be.
So now here he was having have followed Marik all the way from school to his own home (obviously not noticed, he's the thief king, people!). The problem was he had no clue as to what the fuck he would do now or for that matter why he had really done it in the first place.
It seemed to Marik a little bit odd and out of character that Bakura wouldn't try to challenge (or at least question) the fact that he needed to leave at the time he did. But after deliberation on the walk home he wouldn't question it either, which was not the smartest move on his part.
His reason (as I am sure you can guess) was genuine; Rishid had asked him specifically to come home on time to help his sibling set up for their youngest brother's arrival the following week. Marik was excited to help, not that it would get Melvin there faster, but it satisfied Marik, as it was the next best thing.
They would get sleeping arrangements prepared, move furniture around for the twins to share a room, and set up things for when school would start for him.
Marik planned to not attend classes on Monday to be able to help give his brother the tour of the school. It was only when he reached the door to his apartment building did he realize that he had not told his friend of his future absence. He hadn't yet told Bakura anything yet about Melvin, he hadn't told anyone! It was intended to be a surprise for the white haired thief; or rather, it was his attempt to 'pull a fast one' on him. Moreover, if the Egyptian or should I say Egyptians were able to pull it off, the older of the two would have bragging rights. It was a clever plan in his mind.
For now, the details would be overlooked for the task at hand.
R&R my people!
-Witch12