Chapter 6: Ivory Over Ivory

A pain unlike any other he had ever felt shot through Marik's head. He winced and tightened his eyes then slowly opened them. He quickly shut them at the bright luminescent light that stun his weary eyes. Again he slowly attempted to open them. A pale bluer came to view and as he managed to fully open his eyes he realized the light was not a light at all but a person.

"Kura?" The person had that same sickly pale skin and long white hair but his face looked gentle and kind. "No... it's you. That kid." Marik sat up and the boy smiled warmly. "Where am I?"

"You are in the house of god. You came here of your own will. Dont you remember?" His voice was so kind and gentle. Nothing like Bakura's.

Marik looked about. He saw the altar and the rows of seats. Memory of before began to play back to Marik harshly making his head ache more. What had happened there? Why was he holding Ishizu in such a violent manner? Why was Bakura...

"Bakura! FUCK! I just left him there!" Marik jumped to his feet but halted at the pull on his arm. The Bakura look-alike held his wrist gently and steered him to a bench. Marik didn't know why but he couldn't take his eyes off him and he gladly sat.

"Do you believe in angels, Marik?"

"I guess. I mean it's a bit far... holy shit." Marik's mouth fell open as gorgeous white wings extended from this boys back.

"Please Marik, not in the house of god." The boy stroked his wing then smiled at Marik.

"Am I dead?"

The boy got a blank look of disbelief and he began to giggle, "Oh heavens no. Your time has not come."

"But we can make it so." This new voice Marik knew all to well. He turned and his face went pale. "Hey. You like my wings? Leather is better than fluff, don't you think Marik?" Wings wasnt the only things Marik noticed. The horns that curled at the sides of Bakura's head were also quite noticable as well as the glowing red eyes. Bakura extended a wing and caressed Marik in it. "Dont you want to die?"

"I..."

"Of course he doesn't !"

"Quiet cream puff!"

"Oh real rich you heathen."

"Who you calling a heathen you cloud fucking poof!"

With each comment and remark Marik's head pounded all the more painful. He held his head in his hands tightly and grinded his teeth. It just wouldn't stop

"ENOUGH!"

"Wake up you retard!"

Marik's eyes shot open and Bakura was glaring down hard at him. It was a dream? The whole thing was a dream. Was it?

"Bakura?"

"What."

"Do you have wings?"

"Do I look like a fucking bird to you?"

"You don't want me to die do you?"

"No, not yet at least"

Bakura was confused by the questions. Maybe thats what happens when you pass out at a holy place? Bakura's heart skipped at the thought. Better get out of here before he goes clean. Bakura pulled Marik up and helped him to walk.

"What happened back at my place? It's like I blacked out or something."

"Long story, I'll fill you in later."

"Well, how did you find me?"

"Dont get any funny ideas. It wasnt a connection that brought me to you. I head butted that meathead and bolted after you. Caught up as you started talking to Jesus. Freaky shit coming out of your mouth."

"I see, yeah. I havent been myself lately."

"Join the club."

The walk back was slow and silent. Both males didn't say a word. It was awkward but Marik saw it better because he wasnt so sure on what to say anyway. His mind was at such chaos he was at complete disarray. He wasnt kidding when he told Bakura he wasnt himself lately. Things began to change even before he met Bakura. Things began to change when 'he' happened. Then Bakura came along and made a shit load of new unknown emotions get tangled up within Marik's being. Then before he knew it he was begging to god for redemption or some shit like that.

When they got back to Marik's place they snuck in and Marik tucked Bakura up in his room. Bakura filled Marik in on what happened. He was horrified by his violence toward his sister. Had he seriously gone to far out of mind? It would seem so. He didn't even know who he was anymore. Marik quietly made his way down the stairs and into the living area. Ishizu was sitting staring at the fire blazing in the fireplace and Odion was gently talking to her. probably trying to calm her from Marik's assault.

"Brother... sister?"

"Marik!" Ishizu bolted to him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, brother i am so sorry. I did not mean to attack your friend." He hated when he acted out and his siblings just turned around and gave him satisfaction. He would like to be punished a little more like Malik once in a blue moon.

"Had every right to be mad... I guess. I mean I fucked up the new start you tried to begin." Marik pulled Ishizu away. "I'm moving out."

"What?"

"I have to. I can't stop killing. It's in me and it's in Bakura. I seem to care about him and i cant force him to change his ways just so i can be 'good' like everyone wants. It's not me."

"Is that his name?" Ishizu was clearly trying to change the subject.

"Yes." Marik had to get it back on track. "I can't risk your safety, I must go."

Ishizu cried. Marik had to walk away. He didn't know how to comfort. It wasnt in his nature to do so. He made his way back up stairs and dropped onto his mattress.

"You have a weird choice in decore, has anyone ever told you that." Bakura snorted while tugging at a line of purple lights.

"Wanna move in together?"

"Come again."

(These r comin fast now folks. Gotta get this train wreck out of the way quick. Gotta start my 1st Homestuck fic. If you guys are HS fans then tune into Who Wrote The Book of Love after Ebony and Ivory)