{3rd Person} The Only One He Loves - A Bakura Family Story

Chapter One

"DIVINITY!" Bakura yelled from the kitchen "GETYOURASSBACKINHEREANDCLEANUPTHISMESS!" She simply sat in her bedroom, putting a few finishing touches on a picture of Bakura and Marik super-glued together {That had been her prank last month and she was very proud of it}. Her door was locked and they both knew Marik would throw a fit if Bakura broke the door down again. They kept warning her that they'd get a key to her room but, they never did. By the time Marik would be able to coax her out, Bakura would have calmed down a bit and it would be safe to come out anyway. There was rapid knocking on her door as she hung up the now completed picture of Marik and Bakura on the wall and pulled out another piece of paper to start the picture of today. It had been a common prank that'd been enhanced. She had placed a bucket over the slightly opened kitchen door except, this one wasn't filled with water, it was filled with ketchup. It was simple but anything that seems like she'd outsmarted him still pissed him off. Foolishly, Bakura had walked into the kitchen, hoping to steal whatever Marik had set out for dessert and it had fallen on his head. Then'd he'd pulverised it before turning and instantly blaming the only person left in the house... That being Divinity.

"YOUFILTHYLITTLEBITCH!" Bakura screamed, pounding on her door "YOURBLOODYSTUNTISNTGOINGTOBEEASEDUPBYMOMMYTHISTI-" She instantly shot her head up at the halt in his rant. She knew him, even if he wanted to, he couldn't have stop.... Unless of course.

"Who are you yelling at, Bakura?" Marik voiced, causing her eyes to widen. He was home early.

"There's three people who live here, Marik," Bakura sighed, forcing himself to calm down although he'd much rather destroy something... ANYTHING "Who do you THINK I'm yelling at?"

"How bad is the kitchen this time?" Marik inquired, shaking his head.

"There's red stuff all over the floor," Divinity called through the door.

"YOU'VEBEENSTABBINGHER~!" Marik gasped, accusingly glaring at Bakura.

"OFCOURSENOT!" he insisted "It's only ketchup."

"You're going to be the death of me, you two," Marik informed "Come on, Bakura. I need to talk to you."

"You aren't going to help me get her out?" Bakura growled.

"I don't have the energy to right now," Marik shook his head, walking towards the living room "Come on. We need to talk." Bakura blinked after him for a minute before quickly following suit. Divinity waited until she'd thought it was safe before she creaked open the door slightly and crept to the livingroom before sitting outside and listening in.

"What's your problem, Marik?" Bakura growled.

"We're going to need to go in a couple weeks, Bakura," Marik sighed.

"Go where?" Bakura demanded.

"Away from here," Marik stated, vaguely "ANYWHERE but here. We've got to stay on the down-low from these people I pissed off last night. They are coming the day after Christmas."

"Then why even wait for a few weeks?!" Bakura demanded "Let's go NOW. I'll go get Divinity and-"

"Divinity isn't going to be coming," Marik sighed, looking away "I promised them leverage in case we decide to take a head start and they can't start looking until after Christmas."

"You did WHAT?!" Bakura hissed, enraged.

"I was on my sixteenth round," Marik defended, holding up his hands "I wasn't really thinking straight. It's YOUR fault for not picking me up on time~!"

"MY FAULT?!" Bakura shrieked, "I have one thing. ONE, MARIK! ONE! YOU CAN'T COUNT ALL THE THINGS I CONSIDER MINE ON A HAND AND WHAT DO YOU DO?! YOU USE IT AS FUCKING LEVERAGE!"

"I'm s'rry," Marik blinked up at him with tearstained eyes. Bakura growled and dropped down beside him on the couch, hiding his face in his hands.

"Why are we waiting again?" Bakura inquired, angrily "If we HAVE to leave behind leverage, why aren't we using it?"

"And leave her all alone for Christmas?" Marik stared at him like he was crazy "I think not."

"We'll celebrate early then," Bakura grumbled, rising to his feet "I guess that means I'm bringing home a tree tomorrow? Just my luck." Divinity snapped back from her shock as she heard Bakura's footsteps and was to her feet and ready to run down the hall as Bakura spotted her and grasped her collar, making her stop, cold.

"Um..." she gulped, looking anywhere but at him.

"Were you listening in?" Bakura growled, tightening his grip.

"Um... Well..." She avoided, turning to see Marik walking out of the livingroom. They exchanged glances silently for a moment before she looked away, face red and guilty.

"Well?" Bakura pressed, narrowing his eyes "You know what? I don't have time for this. Marik? Take care of her." With that, Bakura released her and walked toward the front door, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette on his way out. Divinity was about to continue on her way when an unamused cough caught her attention.

"AhEM," Marik stopped her, hands on his hips "Exactly WHERE do you think you're going?"

"My... Um... The kitchen?" She cowered, knowing exactly how bad Marik can be when he's pissed.

"That's what I thought," he nodded, turning to follow Bakura "Be sure to have that mess cleaned up before it's time to make dinner. I don't want you crawling all over the floor while I'm cooking."