"What do you mean your not going to help me?" Yami Marik frowned, brandishing his Millennium Rod clasped tightly in his fist. He faced his Hikari in the soul room, two very different rooms behind them. Behind himself, Yami Mariks room was pitch black, not revealing its insides but giving off a foul stench of dangerous abominations that may be lurking inside. His Hikari, Marik, had never been in there himself, but he avoided it in any case not knowing what Yami Marik may have hidden in there. However, behind Marik, was a plain sandy beach-like resort, with clear skies and no sign of any darkness. It was like any darkness in the world had left its destination and taken a home inside Yami Marik's soul room. It was a strange comparison, both locations resembling the nature of their bound souls.
"You heard me," Marik frowned, folding his arms tightly, "Im not going to help you. You've caused enough trouble already and I will partake in your nonsense no more." Some of the anger in his face faded slightly as he sighed, "I should have known you would stick your nose in too far. Look, your being chased down by a gazillion different people right now. Maybe you should lay low…"
Yami Marik growled, "What, and make them forget me so easily? You're a fool, Marik, look at yourself. You thought you could be a villain, but what, you've raked in your moronic half-brother and an albino thief to do most of your work. You about as useful as a stop sign. I'll bet Ishizu is more villainous than you are."
Marik clenched his fists, "And what, because I have a psycho inside of me I have to live up to expectations? I've told you, Yami, Bakura wanted something in return and Rishid was sworn to protect me, so I had no choice in getting help or not. And who are you to say I cant work alone? Your asking me right here, right now, to help you! Well I wont!" Marik clasped a hand over his own mouth in realisation. He had never spoken directly back to his Yami in disobedience, not wanting to feel the wrath of what his counterpart may do to him with the blade hidden inside the Millennium Rod's covering. No, he thought to himself, I wont give into him again. He doesn't need me! He's too confident he can do things himself!
Yami Marik laughed harshly, sending his cape billowing behind him, "Marik, I don't need -your- help. I was simply requesting the use of the body! However, requesting isn't quite the right word." Yami Marik paused to run his tongue over his sharpened teeth. They were jagged and looked like something you would find on the end of the hilt of a blade, and Marik shuddered as he imagined the damage they could do. "I'll say im taking the body by force!"
"No, hands off!" Marik snapped, but Yami Marik was beginning to fade, his soul burning a deep orange as it was absorbed into the body's core. As he disappeared completely, some blood dripped onto the ground where he had been. The sudden transformation from his Yami sent sharp pain through Marik's head, causing him to scream out. But he was alone, in his soul room, with no means of escaping. For now.