Hello again! Here's chapter 5! Enjoy!
Malik Ishtar had no intentions of keeping quiet this time.
"What the hell! What do you want from me?!"
"Shut up," Bakura growled irritably. He was under a lot of stress at the moment, knowing he had only a few hours until he had to be far away from here.
"No! First you kidnap ma, then you hold me hostage and deliver me to those perverts, and now you kidnap me again and are taking me to god knows where!"
"Shut. Up! Do you not think I know how much trouble I'm in?!"
"Then why did you do that? Why didn't you just let me be sold to that bastard? You fucking killed him! And the police will think that I was involved because they'll think I ran off with you!"
"Fucking shut up! The police are the least of your worries! Do you think the organization will take it lightly that I killed one of their regulars and ran off with his property?! I was in enough trouble already! Now, if you'll please shut up, I have to think of a plan to get the fuck away from here."
Malik looked offended, "I am nobody's property!" Bakura just ignored him and went on thinking. Neither spoke until Bakura pulled up next to his house.
"Why the hell are we here? This is the most obvious place for them to check first!"
"Shut up. We have about thirty minutes until they show up here, and I intend to be gone by that point. Don't bother trying to run away, you'll be caught and killed by them faster than you could find any police station," Bakura explained sternly.
"Then let me come in."
Bakura paused and turned his head back to look at the tanned boy, "What?"
"Let me come in and help you pack. I hate you and want to get away from you, but I sure as hell don't want to get killed. If I help then this will go faster."
Bakura hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Alright. Come on."
Malik unbuckled opened the car door and stepped out, shaking his head, "I really can't believe I'm helping you."
Bakura just rolled his eyes and turned to walk into the house, Malik following after, having an internal fight of whether or not to make a run for it. In the end he decided against it. They both entered the dimly lit house. Bakura closed the door behind them, not bothering to lock it.
"You go into my room; it's down that hall, second door to the left. Inside my closet are two large suitcase. Throw as many clothes as you can into it."
"And what are you going to do?"
Bakura raised an eyebrow and opened a closet, pulling out a dusty duffel bag, "I'm going to get all the money I have in the house and all the food I can. Then we're both going to calmly walk out of here like we're going on a trip."
Malik nodded and went into Bakura's room. Bakura carried the duffel bag into the kitchen and threw in all the food he had that wouldn't go bad, meaning cans, bottles of water, crackers, crisps, tea, and instant foods that they could just add hot water to when they got to a hotel. Satisfied with what he had, the carried the now heavy bag into the laundry room. He pushed on a part of the wall, and it swung out to reveal a compartment with a large, square safe in it.
"54, 23, 7, 88, 49," he mumbled to himself, turning the dial. The safe opened easily, revealing a stock of money that added up to at least 250,000 pounds, "That should be plenty," Bakura said, nodding to himself and throwing all the money into the bag. He looked at his watch. Twenty minutes had gone by. He quickly carried the bag out to the front room.
"Are you done yet?" He called.
"Yeah, I'm coming," Malik yelled back, rolling both suitcases with him, "I also grabbed two unopened toothbrushes and toothpaste."
Bakura rolled his eyes, "This is really no time to worry about that sort of stuff, idiot. Did you grab a hairbrush and your makeup, too?" Bakura teased, mocking his femininity.
Malik glared back at him, "Fuck you, let's just go."
Bakura nodded and picked up his bag, opening the door and walking out to the car. Malik followed, closing the door behind him.
"I'm not going to bother locking it, they'll just open it in no time anyway," Bakura said over his shoulder, shoving the bag across the back seats. Malik didn't reply and lifted the two suitcases into the car, both barely fitting in the already cramped back of the car.
"Get in the front," Bakura ordered.
"Where the hell else would I sit?" Malik shot back, climbing irritably into the seat next to Bakura.
Bakura glared and started the car, zooming away at what must have been twice the speed limit.
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After a while, Malik spoke again, "Where are we going?"
"Away," Bakura replied, not taking his eyes of the road. They had left London about ten minutes ago.
Malik rolled his eyes, "What does away mean?"
"It means we're going to drive as much as we can, then get a hotel and think of what to do next."
"So we're just going to keep driving? You have no actual plan?"
Bakura glared at Malik, then turned his eyes back to the road, "As if you have anything better."
Malik turned his head to look out the window, "I don't."
"Then shut up and let me drive."
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Neither talked for a few hours. Malik just focused on watching the countryside fly past him as he left his life behind, trying hard not to let himself fall asleep lest Bakura try something on him. Bakura just tried to ignore Malik and kept driving, thinking about what they could possibly do in their situation. He would have to switch out cars, he couldn't drive his own anymore. That would cost him a huge chunk of his money, and he couldn't take any money out of his bank account or use his credit card, because that would give the organization a hint to his location. And Malik sure as hell didn't have any accessible money. What was he even going to do with the guy?
"I have a lecture right now," Malik said suddenly, looking sullen.
"What?"
"At my university, I have a lecture right now. I'm missing it."
Bakura looked irritated, "You're worried about a bloody lecture? Your life is in danger right now, you know."
"I know. But I've worked hard in that university. Now my siblings have spent all that money and I'm just going to disappear."
"Siblings?" Bakura asked, a twinge of guilt eating at his stomach.
"My brother and sister."
"Where are they? Did you live with them?" In other words, Bakura was asking if they were also now in danger because of him.
Malik shook his head, "They're in Egypt. They sent me here to attend University."
"Idiot! Why didn't you tell me?!" Bakura yelled, angry all of a sudden.
Malik was surprised at Bakura's sudden outburst and sat upright, "Why the fuck are you yelling at me! There wasn't exactly any time for me to tell you my life story!"
"Well if you would have told me you had siblings in another country I could have saved myself the trouble of stressing over where the hell we're supposed to go!"
Malik paused for a second, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we could lay low for a while then fly over to Egypt and stay with them."
"No! I'm not letting you go over than and put them in danger!"
"The last place they'll expect us to go is somewhere in Egypt! We just have to avoid getting caught for a month or so then fly over there!"
"No," Malik said flatly.
"Why not?" Bakura growled.
"Because I'm not letting a dangerous criminal like you near my siblings."
Bakura glared angrily, "I'm not going to try anything. Besides, what other choice do we have?"
"Stop it with the 'we'! There is no we! As soon as this dies down I'm leaving. You act like I'm going to stay with you!" Malik snapped back, balling his fists in anger.
"Like hell! I'm not letting you leave and tell the police on me!"
"Fuck you! I'm not going to tell the police, I'm now a criminal because I've helped you! I'm just going to leave and we can both act like this never happened. You can't just keep me with you for the rest of my life!"
"You'll be caught and killed the second you leave my side. I know them and how they work, and you don't."
"Don't be stupid. I'm leaving the country with you, and the second we land I'm out of here."
Bakura growled, getting frustrated with Malik's stubbornness, "Fine. I don't care about you, I'm not going to play babysitter. I'll put you on a different fucking flight than me and hopefully I can be lucky enough to never see you again!"
Malik glared and turned away from him, "There's a hotel up there. Let's stop, we've been driving all day."
"Whatever," Bakura snarled, seething with anger as he pulled into the parking lot.
I know where this is all going, but I'm not sure how long it will take to get there. I will try to update as often as I can, but I've recently decided to pick back up a story that I put on hiatus for over a year, so that might slow things a bit. Thanks for reading, and please don't forget to review!