The Assassin and The Thief

Chapter 13

(Bakura's POV)

I'm dragged from sleep by the piercing whirring of blades and a strong light flooding into our cabin. "Marik!" I holler and he wakes up too, groaning tiredly for a second before jumping into action. He grabs my hand and yanks me to my unsteady feet.

"Bakura, come on, now!" Exhausted and delirious I'm pulled outside where in the still dead of night a military helicopter hovers overhead, the loud blue KC logo visible on the side even in this darkness. I shelf my eyes form the glare with my hand, Marik dragging me to the car and tearing it through the woods, fallen trees scratching at my clothes in this roofless car.

"What the fuck's happening?!" I shout over he roaring noise in a panic, him strongly plunging his body weight on the gas pedal.

"It's Kaiba!" Marik yells in surprise and anger. "He survived!"

"Holy shit," I gasp. I'm no doctor but who the fuck survives a helicopter explosion and crash?! "Where're we going?!"

"Where the trees are thick enough to block us from the camera view," he answers, voice back to normal now we're farther from the copter. We keep driving for what seems like hours, finally coming to a wide path the car can actually drive straight over. I hear Marik cursing himself from the adjacent seat. "Shit! He must have fussed my plan,"

(Marik's PoV)

It can't have been too difficult for Kaiba to figure this out. He knows I won't have money as I can't pawn the ring so I can't have gotten any flights. I have connections in Canada and he's done enough background checks to know that. Quickest route to Canada is this one and he'll know I'm cautious so will have taken a break to camp out somewhere. I gotta admit, Blue Eyes is an arrogant man but he know what he's doing. And I'm impressed as hell he survived that crash.

At first I was terrified he'd have some kind of infra-red heat lighting which could see us even below the tree-line, but he doesn't seem to as I double back and dart from one direction to the other underneath the cover of evergreens to escape the shining light. That's their disadvantage; I can always see in the sky whether or not he can see me. And he can't so I'm good.

I try not to look at the gas meter as I floor it all the way to the border, speeding down out-the-way country roads to disorient the trail and throw Kaiba off, so the helicopter can't predict our movements. My sense of direction completely detailed, I whirl around frantically to where I think the border is.  The International Border comes into view ahead, split between the trees. I trundle to a halt, the overheating engine spilling smoke.

"Why'd we stop?!" Bakura demands, still paranoid as he looks around wildly for any sign of followers.

"We can't just drive across the border," I remind. "We need to sneak in through the forest,"

"Why?!" He looked weirded out. "It's just Canada,"

"Well did you remember to pack your passport?" I roll my eyes. Bakura shuts up, scowling as he draws his knees to his chest, curling up in the seat beside me. His hands tremble as they hold his knees and gently, I place a hand on his shoulder to snap him out. "C'mon,"

We creep through the forest, leaving our car in a clearing as a diversion if the helicopter surveys this area. Kaiba won't stop, but that'll buy us a lot more time as he'll be scouting the area once the car is seen - I leave the heater blasting so the seats still seem warm influencing him to search around the car.

Bakura and I finally emerge on the other side. Honestly I have no idea how far into Canada we actually are, but there's a sign by the side of the road reading 'Lethbridge, 50 Miles'. "Can we stop somewhere?" Asks Bakura, who shivers and pants from the exertion, thin body scraped and dirtied from the forest.

"This seems like a tourist-y little town," I observe. "Let's see if there's a hotel or services,"

There is, because there always is. First we go to a little Goodwill store and buy cheap new wardrobes. Then we find a hotel and book a room under the name Melvin Blishtar. The clerk stares at us funnily, our odd sense of dress and dishevelled appearance throwing him off. Besides, how many people pay for a weekend hotel room in cash?

We dump what little we have and before anything else, collapse into the bed. Bakura falls asleep almost instantly without even taking off his shoes. His face looks so innocent when he's asleep, it's something I like to watch him do. Not in a creepy way, he just looks adorable.

Smiling and kissing him lightly on the cheek I sneak silently into the shower, blasting hot water to rinse the sweat and blood and dirt from my body, giving my skin the familiar glow of cleanliness. When I come out, a hot fluffy towel around my waist Bakura is awake again, has been for some time.

He stands in front of the mirror in our room shirtless, the dirty goodie bunches around his feet to catch the hair he currently cuts off his head with his knife. "Disguise," he explains. "I'm cutting my hair so nobody recognises us,"

I mean, he needs to make more effort than that but okay.

I stand beside him in the mirror, replacing my golden cuffs over my now naked body. I feel him slink behind me,  running his hands over my exposed sides and placing his lips to my ear. "I want you Marik..."

I smirk, melting into his seduction before catching myself and playfully pulling away. "Once you shower," I condition. "You smell like forest,"

"And you smell like Egypt," he replies. "Fine,"

Once I hear the door close and the now cold shower turn on, I lie back in bed and think about what to do next.