Bakura gazed at him, unimpressed. “The hell did you do?” he muttered, striding over to the bright red motorcycle.
Marik shrugged innocently, shit-faced grin fooling no one. “I found it on the side of the road, now get on!” Bakura slung his bag over his shoulder and hopped astride the bike, as together they sped out of town. Their hair streamed out behind them, Bakura’s chin resting on Marik’s shoulder, his arms around his waist. Sirens flared to life in the distance and Marik laughed, revving the engine in retort. Just a few side roads and they’d be long gone.
