So this is a whole month late (two months since last update). My goal was to get a chapter out a month since school sucks, but crap happened. October is a HORRIBLE time for us IB seniors, and November I spent working on various other stories to upload. The first story had some bad hype so I likely won't bother to post it, and my wonderful beta hated the second, so I decided to spare you all from reading both as I had only wasted my time writing them at all. This story also shoots me in the foot EVERY time I try to think of how to make the story flow and actually progress.
Regardless, I finally deliver chapter six! Sorry my life sucks and I never have time to do things like this anymore. orz
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. - Jonathan Swift
The room stayed mostly silent. Bakura just sat trying to focus on neither the pain in his body nor the confusing visions that kept appearing. Marik instead tried to figure out what his sister showed them. Melvin barely began to stretch and awaken more. Ryo watched everyone rather shyly.
"The rain stopped," Ryo said into the quiet room.
"Great. That means we should leave now," Bakura said despite not getting up in fear of hurting himself or something giving out on him. His head felt light, and Bakura doubted his wakefulness would last much longer.
"Damn. Leaving already, cream-puff? If I wasn't so sore I would give you a ride," Melvin said with a wink to Ryo.
"No, thank you!" Ryo hastily replied with a small blush. "Besides, shouldn't we try to get you and Bakura dry?"
Melvin turned away with a scowl. "I guess. Fucking hate this. One moment I'm fighting with the Bitchy Twin and then the next moment I'm out cold. I bet that damned Odion did something when I was distracted! I hate that guy so fucking much." Melvin vented his anger out loud, but he made no real motion to get up and did not take things out physically.
"Odion probably did you both a favor by knocking you two out. You would have killed each other otherwise. Judging by how Bakura looks, he really could have died, idiot!" Marik scolded to his reckless twin.
"Hey, speaking of which, can we help Bakura?" Ryo pleaded with his kind, worried eyes. Naturally, neither Melvin nor Marik had any choice but to help.
Despite not wanting to have to help patch up Bakura again, Marik went over to the angrier of the pale males. Bakura lay unconscious and panting heavily on the sofa. Marik checked his forehead and noticed a fever. "Damn, he really looks bad. We need to get him out of these clothes. Melvin, get off your ass and help me grab him. We can change him there and let him rest on the bed."
Melvin opened his mouth to refuse, but Ryo tugged on his arm in such an annoyingly hopeful way with such a sad look that the blond surrendered. Melvin stood agitatedly, but walked to Marik to help carry Bakura nonetheless. Ryo wanted to help the two Egyptians, but they were much stronger and already lifted up his rather light brother with ease.
"I still think we should just leave him outside," Melvin said as he plopped Bakura on the bed when Marik let go.
"No. Please just let him rest here for awhile. It's not like I can carry him home in this situation. Can we just find him something dry to wear and leave him be for now?"
"I can see if my stuff will fit. Muscle Head's clothes would probably be too big," Marik commented looking through his shirts and pants. The blond figured one of his black undershirts and boxers would be good enough. Bakura had about an inch or so over Marik in height, but Marik definitely had a more built figure, so the clothes would likely still fit well.
"Er, I can undress him if you two just wait outside a bit," Ryo offered. Neither Egyptian left a complaint as they let the kind twin help his brother.
When the Marik shut the door to give Ryo and Bakura privacy, he shot Melvin a questioning glare. "What the hell is with you and him?" Marik asked in a somewhat hushed voice.
"Who? Bakura? He's just someone I fought with when I got angry, but it's not like I'm gonna kill him or-"
"No, not him! Ryo! You get off on causing people pain, not sticking your hand down their pants and shoving your tongue down their throats. Since when have you even liked men?"
"Since, have you seen him? He's better looking than any girl! I don't know what you want me to say. I can't keep my hands off him and that's about it," Melvin grew more and more testy. He was not someone to understand various emotions, and what was going on with him and Ryo was far too complicated to answer on the spot.
Marik studied his brother's expression for any hints for what was going on, but he saw nothing. Melvin looked as confused as Marik did. "Fine. Just keep it in your pants and off my bed."
"Okay, he's all changed," Ryo said suddenly looking at the two surprised males. "What? Something wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"No, nothing. Just talking about how cute you are," Melvin said honestly with a smirk. The larger teen leaned over the shy male, ready to just swoop in for a kiss before Marik tugged on his ear harshly.
"I said keep it in your pants, you tactless fool."
Ryo blushed slightly, though he was still mad at Melvin's comment from before. "I guess brothers everywhere argue," he commented to himself before getting between the other two. "Quit fussing. I don't want to treat anyone else tonight. Besides, I'm sure you two are hungry."
Melvin and Marik reached for their empt stomachs subconsciously and agreed that food overpowered their need to argue. "What do you have in mind?" Marik asked.
"Well, I was just going to cook whatever you two would let me. I feel horrible that I and Bakura are imposing so much. He's just so hurt now I don't think we'd make it without your kindness. I hoped to make dinner as thanks."
Marik wanted to tell Ryo that Bakura would not be in such a pathetic state if not for the two Egyptians, but kept the comment to himself. Ryo seemed like the type that would still insist on the opposite no matter what, so Marik surrendered and let the kind male do what he wanted. "I will help, though."
Melvin wanted to pull Ryo away from the kitchen and just have his way with the unsuspecting male, but he really did want something to eat. "I'll watch," Melvin added as he let himself into the small kitchen area.
Nothing eventful really happened in the rather peaceful time Marik and Ryo spent cooking. The two kicked Melvin out due to the lack of space and because Melvin kept flirting with Ryo. Ryo observed how little food the brothers had to eat and felt guilty for adding himself as a mouth to feed. Even if he had to chain down Bakura, Ryo vowed to himself that he would invite the other twins over for dinner at payment. The two Egyptians had a somewhat less shabby living space, but even Ryo and Bakura would rather eat well and live in shack than in a subpar apartment and scavenge for a meal.
From Ryo and Marik's limited amount of options, they chose to bake a small, makeshift-homemade pizza. The two baked it on a staling loaf of long Cuban bread, half a can of old sauce in the fridge, and some square American cheese and a bit of cheddar. Each male was hungry enough not to care about how lame the dinner actually was, and ate gratefully.
"You know, we should save a small piece for Bakura. I don't know when he'll awaken. I'll take it from my portion if you want me to," he said sweetly after each had finished their first of two pieces.
"No, Ryo. I do not mind giving a piece of mine to him. I mean, it is fair," Marik said, slightly guilty.
"Huh? Oh, it's fine. You really don't owe him anything! Even if he seemed really angry by everything from today, he won't hold a grudge. I … I think he probably did steal from you two. He knows when things deserve to be punished and when things don't. He won't like the fact that you caught him because of pride as a thief, but I think he respects you. He looks small because he hardly eats what he should, but not many people can hold their own against him. Really, you probably helped put him in his place a little. Thank you."
"I do not know how you think of things so kindly, Ryo. Thank you," Marik said eating the last bite of his portion of the pizza that he was not going to share.
"Huh? For what?" Ryo asked in surprise.
"For being such a perfect little housewife, probably," Melvin chipped in before licking his lips of the spare crumbs and sauce.
"I-I am not a 'perfect little housewife!' One time I broke two whole dinner plates doing the dishes. Oh, and I burned lasagna one time!" Ryo defended in a huff.
Marik mentally face-palmed at Ryo's naïveté. "You really are a housewife, Ryo. There's not a single masculine thing about you. . . ."
"Oh, I can think of one thing rather masculine about him," Melvin commented with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Okay, stop! Just stop speaking, both of you! I don't want to hear it. Marik, you check up on Bakura. I won't to be the 'little housewife' anymore to tonight," Ryo commanded with almost enough angry authority to make one believe he was actually Bakura.
"What? Why? He should probably continue resting!"
"I don't care. Make sure he's doing okay. Bring him his food if he wants some. Make sure he doesn't have a fever. You know, the 'wifey' stuff," Ryo calmly commanded. If Marik and Melvin did not know any better they would have thought Ryo was Bakura from the almost sly look on his face.
"No! I would never be considered his wife! He can rot and burn away for all I care."
"Marik, stop being a bitch. Check up on him so Ryo and I can be alone," Melvin sided with Ryo and put his arms around said male.
"I-I change my mind. I can make sure my brother is fine myself," the startled teen exclaimed trying to get up, but was pulled back down by Melvin's grip.
Marik tired of seeing the two constantly going at it, and changed him mind about checking Bakura. Helping the thief seemed like a lesser evil than watching Melvin molest Ryo anymore. The two had been so caught up in their own affair, neither noticed Marik slip into the bedroom where Bakura lay.
Marik kept the light off, but the sun's last rays of the day peaked inside the room from the window enough for Marik to see. Just as Ryo commanded he brought the other his food and laid it on the bedside table. Bakura never stirred from Marik's intrusion, and Marik took the chance to observe the thief a little better. The blond sat on the edge of the bed perpendicular to Bakura's stomach and leaned over the unconscious male curiously.
"Hey," Marik softly murmured near Bakura to see if the other would awaken. Still the other's only movements were the slight rise and fall of his chest. Marik tossed away the hair messily dangling over Bakura's face, and placed his hand to Bakura's forehead. The hair was only slightly moist, so Marik figured Ryo wisely dried it out a bit when he changed him. Marik concluded the pale male had no noticeable fever, but he worried about his overall condition, if only just slightly.
"I am sorry for today. You could be completely innocent for all I know. I should have handled this better," Marik sighed. The beginning sounded like an apology to Bakura at first, but the end seemed more like a way of him scolding himself. "I hope you will forgive me."
Marik stood up solemnly and continued to stare at Bakura. Even with bruises and cuts all over his body, a swollen bottom lip, and a rather lithe figure, Marik found Bakura to be somehow innately attractive. Most of Bakura's skin was still a light cream color, his long hair looked soft and flowed beautifully, his body was skinny but well proportioned and still slightly muscled, and even though his eyes were closed, Marik still recalled how he felt when he saw those mysterious, dark, maroon eyes. Marik never noticed his actions as he leaned in and kissed Bakura's uncut cheek sweetly like a doting mother would to her wounded child. Marik sat on his knees by the bedside as he gave one last gentle stroke to Bakura's soft, pale cheek.
Slowly Bakura opened his eyes to see a hand far too tan to be his own touching his face. The waking male widened his eyes fully and shot his body up, much to his later regret. "What the hell are you doing molesting me in my sleep?!"
"I was not molesting you! I was trying to ease you in your rest!" Marik countered bitterly.
"Probably to just make sure I'm unconscious for when you and your idiot brother molest me. I can sleep in my own, thanks," Bakura spat angrily.
Marik stood up again and held the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself. "You," he said slowly, "need to shut up and stop complaining. We would never attack someone unconscious, and I doubt either one would want someone as loathsome as you to bed!"
"I don't think your words and actions add up. I was with only boxers and a loose t-shirt on, unconscious, and some guy that attacked me stroking me. I think I have a fine right to complain," Bakura seethed. "What the hell have you guys done with Ryo? We can't stay with you any longer."
"Ryo's eating pizza with Melvin. We even made you a portion, though I cannot understand why I decided to not let you starve at the moment."
Bakura eyed the blond for any dishonesty and when all he saw was hot anger, he scoffed a bit to himself. "Whatever, I don't really care anymore. I guess I can't fault you for wanted to get your hands on me. We can talk about your perverted habits when I'm done eating." Truthfully Bakura spotted the pizza left for him and really wanted to eat.
"That is so far from the truth. I would only want to get my hands on that petite little neck of yours just to wring the life out of you. Now eat and shut up."
"Aren't you going to leave me alone?" Bakura asked reaching for the plate that held the pizza. Bakura could not care less about table manners, but even he knew he became quite messy when eating food, and knowing the other's prissy ways the blond would likely scold him annoyingly.
"As backwards as it may seem, I would rather bicker with you more than risk walking out of this room to see Ryo and Melvin having sex on the table," Marik explained with a wince from the thought. "Before you rush out and try to defend your brother's chastity, remember you are still weak and Melvin would crush you. I am sure your brother is actually just fine."
Bakura thought about Marik's logic, and decided that he would not bother Ryo. If his brother wanted to squander his virginity to a psychopath, Bakura would let him. The angry teen was hungry and tired, so he decided his priorities remained with the pizza on his plate. Granted, when Bakura started to eat the pizza it was gone after only roughly two minutes. Marik barely even blinked as he watched the white-haired male destroy any crumb of food from the plate, showing off his fang-like teeth and making a mess all over his face.
"That," Marik said with a bit of disgust, "should have choked you. Are you even going to wipe you face?"
"Probably won't have to. Knowing your perversions you'd lick it right off me," Bakura said with a usual cocky grin. Bakura honestly did abhor Marik, but even he could not refute the actual attractiveness of the blond. Bakura may not even dislike Marik for the right reasons. Sure, the blond openly assaulted him, but he could admit that that was merited. Marik's personality grated Bakura a lot, but that was because Marik had a genuine look of care in his eyes that defied how often he actually hurt Bakura. Marik actually held his own against Bakura, which earned a fair amount of respect, and did not actually treat the wounded male like an inferior being. Even with Ryo Bakura never felt so open to say exactly what was on his mind and engage in a battle of the wits as well as fists. How Marik viewed Bakura still could not be deciphered.
"You sicken me. You need something to wipe your face," Marik said looking around the room for a towel or napkin. Marik discontinued his search when he saw Bakura lazily wipe the sauce off his face with his arm to lick it off. "You have no shame, do you?"
"Probably not," Bakura answered with a shrug. "I am rather scantily clad, flirting with a blond prick, and eating that same prick's food, after all. I'd say I'm pretty scandalous, but it isn't as though that makes me any less appealing to you."
"I would hardly count the insults you throw my way flirting. You are little more than a nuisance. Ryo put you in those clothes so that you would not get sick soaking wet, so your clothing has nothing to do with me. I only fed you because . . . it seemed like the right thing to do," Marik said a bit unsure of himself. The Egyptian knew letting someone go hungry was cruel and unfair, so he did not dispute his moralistic logic, but something nagged in him there was more to the situation than he could admit.
"Why would you help someone deemed as a lowly and poor thief?" Bakura asked taken aback. Marik continued to annoy the Brit with his hypocrisy that one minute he wanted Bakura dead and the next he preached morals of trying to help. Bakura knew that Marik had another reason for his wish-washy behavior.
"I know what it is like to be one," Marik responded in a monotone like the words were not even his own. The two looked at the bread crumbs on the plate, then back to the other's needy gaze.
[M*S]
"Nam … u … please go to the marketplace … for some food," a younger Isis, around 16 years of age, pleaded to her brother. Her voice cracked as her throat burned with ever dry word she spoke. The loving sister had been giving the last remaining food to Namu as she tried to raise money and work. The older person wanted her brother to be well, but she knew he would refuse to eat the last of the food if he knew he only ate because she denied her self any. Luckily she had earned a bit of money, so if Namu rushed he could bring her something to sustain her.
"Sister Isis! Why are you like this? You look so unwell!" Namu questioned in panic that his beloved sister would die of starvation.
Isis would have none of Namu's complaints, and shushed his with her fingers to his lips as firmly as she could in her weak state. "No questions. Take this money," she ordered with a pause as she reached in her cloak for two low-value coins "Buy some apples from the market. Please hurry, brother," she requested feebly.
Namu nodded his head and wasted no time to the marketplace. The young male never visited the open bazaar by his lonesome, but he knew the route well enough to travel alone. As often as Isis insisted that Namu was only a child, he knew he could be trusted with such an important duty. The young boy owed his sister for far too much to let her down when she was only weakened because of him. Namu really had not been fed particularly well, but he still had enough energy to rush to anywhere that sold food and water.
Namu and Isis lived on the open sands of the desert a small ways away from most people. The two never fared well in the company of so many people, and rarely were street scum with no home treated hospitably. At one point Namu thought the palace guards were going to take them into slavery on a chance run-in, but thankfully they escaped by pure luck.
Namu panted hard as his feeble legs limped to a produce stand. The owner glared at him with judging eyes, but he let the boy rest as he handled someone he deemed as a real customer. Namu finally felt his heart beat stabilize slightly and pulled out the money Isis had given him. Namu remembered last time they bought food, so he counted roughly enough for a half dozen apples and some needed water.
"May I take some apples?" Namu asked trying to find the six biggest ones.
"Ha, if you have the money, riffraff. Knowing your type you'll just contaminate the fruit!" The merchant scorned. His black eyes scrutinized Namu behind the round fats of his cheek. Namu feared he would be struck by one of the man's trunk-like arms just for asking, but he would not be startled or leave without something for Isis.
"I have money, you old swine! See?" Namu said proudly holding out the small amount.
The vendor smiled cruelly the showed all of his yellow and rotted out teeth as he took the money right out of Namu's hand. "Ah, you must be so proud of this? Someone like you probably stole it from some poor peasant sap. Don't worry, I'll put it back into honest hands."
"What?! No, you need to return that! Those are mine! I need some apples and water with that!" Namu pleaded ready to pounce on the overgrown man.
"Oh, do you?" the man mocked tossing Namu two rotting apples. "You'll get plenty of fluid from those. I even gave you one for a friend."
Namu lost his temper entirely. The young boy threw one rotted apple at the vendor's large head as a distraction before running off cradling many more in his arms.
"Wh-what?! No! Stop that thief brat! He robbed me! He robbed me!"
Some officers around heard the cry of the vendor without witnessing the events prior and started chasing Namu. Most people were already used to thieves and knew the cruelties of that specific vendor, so they continued to shop. An occasional hand made a grab for Namu, but his small frame dodged them. Namu was still tired, however, from his sprint just getting to the marketplace, so he felt his energy fading the more he ran away.
Namu barely even knew his way around the streets anymore. The only thing he had on his minds were to run away, but he mistakenly took a bad turn into the corner of a stand. He fell along with all the apples just as the guards were approaching him. Namu barely registered the sound of swords being drawn as he saw two blades ready to come down on a hand he had lying to the side. Namu shut his eyes, but nothing seemed to happen as be could still move all parts of his body. Instead of seeing spewing red blood, Namu stranger's back wearing a flowing red cloak standing on the guards.
"Come on and hurry up," the man, perhaps only a boy as well with a voice that youthful, commanded from over his shoulder. Namu glimpsed at the stranger's tan face to see a powerful amethyst eye. "Hurry, you idiot!"
Namu nodded and sprinted after the stranger, not even trying to regain the fallen apples. The guards could regain consciousness at any moment, but luckily the stranger seemed to know his way around the marketplace and after a few well-planned turns and one hidden tunnel, both he and Namu were out on open desert sands away from any people.
"Oh, Ra, no! The food! My sister is desperately in need of those apples! I-I cannot believe I failed!" Namu shouted at himself as he fell on his knees and began to weep.
"I can see how you failed clear as day. You were a mess back there. What would you have done if I hadn't helped you?!" The stranger scolded finally turning to face Namu. The stranger looked hardly older than Namu, and fairly petite despite how large the cloak made him appear from behind. His eyes were hardened, but mesmerizing nonetheless, even showing some care. His ashen-lavender hair reached about to his chin in a disarray and contrasted with his lovely dark skin.
"I probably would have died or been mutilated," Namu admitted without looking at the handsome boy. "Perhaps that would be only right for failing my sister!"
"Get over yourself. We can still help your sister if you follow to me to my horse. I have some water and apples with my horse. I'll give you some, so hurry up and follow me."
Namu stared at the other in disbelief. Following the stranger had only led to positive results so far, but why would the gods bless him with such an angel in disguise like this? "Why would you feed someone deemed as a lowly and poor thief?"
"I know what it is like to be one," was all the stranger said, and all Namu cared to know for the time being.
[~*~]
The two walked to the stranger's horse in silence, and Namu had to chuckle seeing someone that seemed only like a boy riding such a fierce looking steed. The stranger glared at Namu, but still held out his hand to help the other on the horse. "Hold onto my waist and guide me to your sister."
Namu nodded despite the other not looking at him. The brunette male held onto the other thief and guided the other as best he could to the hideout Isis and he made. The desert seemed so foreign, but Namu inherited just enough of his sister's strong intuition to lead them to her. She had passed out and barely breathed as that needed too much energy. Namu almost fell off the horse as he rushed to her. "The water, please!" Namu pleaded to the strange boy.
The boy nodded and unsaddled himself. He removed some water he had been storing in a pouch attached to his horse and some crusty bread. "Here," the boy said authoritatively.
Namu's eyes welled with unsure tears and he took the precious food and water. "Thank you," he voice choked before draining much of the water down Isis' throat. He could not make her eat well unconscious, so he continued to carefully give her water until she could feel rehydrated enough to awaken.
"This is where I'll take my leave. Goodbye, idiot," the stranger announced getting back on his horse.
"W-wait! Your name! Who are you? I owe you everything. How will I find you?" Namu asked reaching for the boy's hand.
The stranger smirked and connected his smug eyes with Namu's pleading ones. "Just follow the path of wherever you hear the rumors of the Great Thief King Akefia. As for what you owe me, I'll definitely collect when it's the right time."
"You don't even know my name! How will you find me?" Namu asked incredulously.
"I'll follow the trail of an idiot rookie thief. Once again, farewell. Work on your thieving a bit while I'm gone." As soon as gone left Akefia's lips his horse took off in an unknown direction. Namu looked down on the ground where the horse had been to find another small bag. Namu almost called the thief back to reclaim his lost items until he looked inside to find the exact money the vendor had taken and an apple.
"Akefia," Namu said to himself before taking a tentative bite of the apple. "Mock my words, but I will return this favor to you."
Following the stranger could be debated as one of the worst and best decisions Namu ever made in his short life. On one side the two's fateful meeting would bring the downfall of the other, but on the other side Isis had been saved and Namu and Akefia created a bond so powerful neither could comprehend it lasting for millennia to come.
[M*S]
Marik and Bakura heard a light knock on the door that brought them out from their silent stupor. "Marik? Are you alright? You've been in there some time," Ryo quietly called in case Bakura still lied asleep.
Marik got up to open the door and saw Ryo with a half-worried, half-curious stare. "Bakura woke up and we've been arguing. Nothing … nothing else happened," he replied even sounding unsure to himself. "If you two are staying for the night, we should make sleep arrangements."
"How many times have I told you we're going home?" Bakura added in angrily. "I'm sick of being here and all the mind games."
"Mind games?" Ryo asked hesitantly. "Bakura, we can't leave like this. Go back to bed and we might be able to leave if you feel better tomorrow. I promise," Ryo assured having every intention to keep the promise if Bakura did improve.
Bakura scrutinized his twin for any room to dispute, but truthfully still wanted to go back to bed, so he surrendered. "Fine then, but get that bloody wanker out before I kick him out."
"No need to tell me twice," Marik spat walking out and slamming the door behind himself. "The bed is only good for one, so if Bakura takes that we only have the couch and floor to sleep on."
"Ryo and I can sleep on the couch together," Melvin suggested with a smirk. "He can sleep on me."
Ryo blushed and shook his head. "I'm sure I would just roll off, anyway."
"Not if I hold you. Or maybe I can tie you up and just-"
"No!" Marik cut in. "You can sleep on the couch. Alone. Ryo and I will can make a bed on the floor. Sound reasonable?"
"Yes," Ryo said at the same time Melvin said, "No."
"Good. I'll set up the blankets. I am more than ready to end this hectic day," Marik said going to the small linen closet. The blond likely would not get a wink of sleep as he would think about the strange visions he kept having and why Bakura seemed to keep triggering them.
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