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Sandstorm

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It was a good while since they knew each other, Marik came to notice.
Well... all in all it had to be at least one year. His gaze seemed to be glued onto the stairs which lead down to the destiny tablet... the tablet that was carved into his skin as a grotesque minimalized copy. The Pharaoh and his friends had started the journey... but still there was no sound. Not even one tiny sound.
'Marik... we should get going. We cannot help them with anything now, the Pharaoh has to travel his journey alone now. Also.. I'm pretty sure, that there will be a sandstorm soon.' He heard Ishizu behind him and nodded.
'I will be right there, sister.... Odion... please wait in the car both of you, okay? Give me... a few seconds.'
His sister sighed behind him... but he was sure, that she smiled. 'Whatever you want, brother.'
And she was gone.
A gentle tickling slid down his scarred back and he closed his eyes. One year... a whole year had passed since their first meeting in the small alleyway... since their first bloodred meeting... 'And still... I can feel your presence clearly...' The tomb keeper spoke quietly and as softly was the laugh that answered him. Marik turned his head and opened his eyes, looking upwards to the white-haired thief, who sat at his left side on a ledge – casual, arrogant and majestic... it seemed like that air surrounded him since his birth... which actually was a strange thought... for this body didn't even belong to the thief.
'Marik.' The parasite in young Ryou Bakura's body nodded and a small smirk played at the corners of his mouth. 'It feels like ages...'
Sand-blonde hair wagged up and down, when the tanned, violett eyed boy moved his head in approval. 'Though in fact it was only half a year, tomb robber.'
Another soft laughter and the muffled sound of feet meeting the ground, when the other one slid down from the ledge and approached him to stand at his side, eyes gazing into the darkness deep down beneath the stairs... seeing a darkness much darker though. 'It feels strange how different we are now.'
He saw the white mob of hair move in the harsh wind.
'Indeed... you didn't even improve a bit and still follow the wrong way.' Marik heard himself say and suddenly the situation felt so unreal.
He heard a low 'tsk' at his side and the thief moved his tongue with an indignant clacking sound.
'You just were too weak to even consider success... also... you just... weren't made and meant to be Pharaoh.'
Angry violett locked with amused russet. 'Oh... I'm sorry... did the truth hurt you? ... Yes... such things can burn really hard and deep, can't they?'
'The truth...' The blonde one folded his arms before his chest. 'Truth is a bad excuse for decision disability! What exactly IS the truth supposed to be?! Even YOU bend it the way you want it to be! There is NO truth!'
The spirit at his side seemed to think that through for a moment and his head tilted a bit, while he still observed Marik's furious expression.
'Hm... I think... you said something true there.'
'So? You will leave the pharaoh alone and let him discover everything without disturbing him?', Marik asked... but he knew the other ones answer.
'Of course not. Also his journey wouldn't even work without me.' The spirit smirked and averted his eyes into the caves darkness again. 'I'm what urged him... I'm what will follow him... for evermore.'
'I assume you won't leave him alone.'
'Even if I wanted... I'm just not able to.' The spirit in poor Ryou's body laughed quietly. 'You know...  this task... a journey into his memories... At last there will be an end. At last the strongest will be crowned. Who is the winner... who will lose? In the end... there can be only one... the one who killed the other with his own hands.'
The violet darkened, Marik gazed into the tunnel again, his hair covered his face and there was silence between them. Even the sounds of the wind where muffled.
'Could it be... that you wanted to escort the pharaoh to this place... because of an entirely else reason than your family?' Again a gentle shiver on his back, such a tone he had never heard in that voice. It was... well... he was tempted to call it 'gentle', but that didn't suit the other male in the slightest.
There was no glee for once in the voice, also there was a complete lack of anger, severity and hate. One second it was only a quiet, slightly insistent whisper, covering a lurking question, whose answer Marik at least feared equally strong than the thief himself did.
Even though both of them knew the answer.
'I... just knew that you would show up.' Was his answer and he heard a thoughtful 'Hmm...' emerge at his side, while the other one – Marik was able to see that out of the corner of his eye – rubbed his chin.
„Also, I assume, you couldn't care less about the result?'
Marik was silent. It seemed to be impossible to answer this question, even though he knew deep inside of his soul, that he only wanted one thing... and he would never be able to get it.
'Of course I want the Pharaoh to reach his destiny' , he croaked instead, soft laughter answering him.
'I see... that is... indeed... really interesting. I guess I was wrong..' The voice approached even more, but Marik didn't move one step, head stil tilted a bit, though his heart started to flutter like a small bird, that had tried to sit down onto a glued branch... if he would start to move, he just would get caught even more... he would hurt himself even more...
A pair of hands lay down onto his shoulders, carefully, gently even.
'You still didn't give up... after one whole year... you still try to reach the same goal...'
'I'm not the Pharaoh's enemy anymore!', Marik heard his hoarse voice say and felt the other one slowly leaning into his back. 'No... not that goal... the other one.'
He felt his teeth dig into his bottom lip... slowly, but firmly The pain would distract him... yes... he just had to avert the pain into a bodily level... before his soul would split a second time...
'Well... we're not as different as you might believe...' The dark voice whispered into his ear and the third time a shiver travelled down his back slowly... he hated himself for the pleasure he felt.
'Really, now?'
'Indeed...' The slight, though not evil but still amusement in that dark and now husky voice was prominent now. 'Both of us chase a treasure... a goal, that means more than life for each of us... maybe... even far more.' Soft laughter tickled his ear again. 'And we're both sooooo sore losers...'
He had to deny it.... he just had to deny it... that moment, when he would confess... he would be torn!... 'What are you talking about, thief?' Marik asked, his voice icecold. 'Did the sun burn your brain?'
The strong hands turned him around and the smirk on the other ones lips, like the so much alive, happily-hopping spark in the russet eyes... made Marik immobile... he wasn't even able to blink.
'SNAP' seemed to sound in the back of his head. 'You're sitting in the trap!'
'I could have... destroyed you... dozens of times... even more. But I didn't do it... can you imagine why?' The whisper settled deep into his brain and even years after that peculiar moment, he would still be able to recall the next seconds clearly.
The other one bowed forwards, soft, white hair stroke his cheek and russet eyes captured his, as he felt the other ones lips whisper against his own. 'I everytime wanted to know, how this farewell kiss would taste on your warm, lively lips...'
It was like he had been struck by lightning, when the other one finally leaned into him and creamy colored skin touched his tanned lips. The heat seemed to be not bearable and strangly soothed at the same time, hands slid around his waist and teeth dug into his bottom lip softly, which opened mechanically for the other one. He felt the warm, soft tongue move against his own and closed his eyes.
His hands burried into the blue-white-striped shirt. 'No... NO... I can't let you go!'
The Millennium Ring clattered softly beneath his touch and with a nearly careful bite, the other one finished their kiss and leaned back a bit, his gaze thoughtful and the eyes strangely dark. Marik didn't know what lay in this gaze... he never saw anything that came near to that depth in the russet... now nearly bloodred eyes. Days later he would come to understand, that he surely wore the same expression. Unhappiness and yearning... it was a most unfair destiny, which both of them shared... and now... when both of them finally found what they desired the most all their life... they were unable to get it... it was like a wall made out of thin and clear glass was separating them.
Marik dared to gaze into those bloodred eyes. while he whispered those three words, he knew would nearly tear his soul apart... but he had to say them... the three words, that would be the only one to maybe hold the thief back.
'I... love you.'
Silence...
The other ones expression didn't change, it was as if he hadn't even heard the words... the eyes stared down into his own and the expression filled with unhappiness and yearning stayed on top of the pale face, until they – finally – closed. Every sound seemed to be muffled... Marik was deaf... it was as if a pillow had been pressed onto his ears, when he suddenly understood, that it was impossible.
Hopeless.
The hands let go of his shoulders and the other one got around him and down the stairs without another word. It was an unequivocal farewell. Both of them didn't say 'good bye', because what they desired the most was to be together forever.
But while Marik froze in the sands of the desert and the spirit slid down the stairs, they both knew that they would never ever see each other again.
Marik trembled while the steps behind him lost themselves in the darkness, his body was cold and dried out as he slowly got to the car and sat down in the back, a strange weakness possessed his body when Odion started the car and they moved away.
He didn't even throw one gaze back.
'You needed a long time, Marik, good, that the sandstorm hasn't begun, yet..', he heared Ishizu's voice and nodded a bit, when she turned around and looked at him blinking.
'Marik... what is it? You're crying.'
He touched his face and wiped away his tears, smiling a bit, while he felt a monster deep inside of him slaughtering his innards and roaring in agony.
'It's nothing, sis... it... already begun to storm, so I got sand into my eyes... I'm sure it will soon soothe... don't worry.'
The blue eyes looked at him piercingly and worried, before Ishizu nodded and turned again.
Yes... he had emerged like a sandstorm... had covered him in his heat just a few seconds... and then he had left him behind, destroyed and irretrievably to repair, while he dissolved as fast as he had showed up again.
He had faced the sandstorm...

And in this moment, Marik understood for the first time why and how much... he his whole life had loathed the sand.
My first Thiefshipping, which was former written in German and for Reny-chan, a good friend of mine.
Enjoy people!!
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BakuraMalikFanGrl1's avatar
OMG!! *sobs* tht was so beautiful yet so sad!! *sniffle * I love it yet hate tht it had a sad ending *holds tissue box* Please make sure to write more fics. Hopefully thief shipping and citron-shipping (theif king bakurax malik)