Hello another sucky fanfic. that will get no reviews…why do I keep writing…oh because I love torturing my fav. people….I have a Karasu complex (shudder), oh yeah, and my sister will kill me if I don't (truthfully, she actually handcuffed me to the computer)…well…if you've read ANY of my fics, you know how bad I write. Anyway this fic is rated for incest/rape, and yaoi (yami) bakura/ marik (no yami malik).

ATTENTION! MUST READ! Just to clear some things up, in this fic, Yami LIKES Malik….and for all you perverted minds out there, yes I mean that type of LIKE… and if your NOT a perverted mind, I mean like as in WANTS...I HATE THE PHARAOH!

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Marik stood outside of the door to the one place he vowed he would never go back to. He reached for the latch that secured the door closed, and then he hesitated. He really did not want to go, but he knew he had to. He sighed and pulled up the door to his previous home, he was going to make this quick, very quick.

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"Did you find him?"

"…Yes"

"Good"

Marik felt really uncomfortable alone in the room with his father. His childhood had not been a pleasant one thanks to him. After Marik's yami side was destroyed, all the souls he had sent to the realm of shadows had returned, thus meaning his father was alive and well. Marik stared at his feet from his standing position, across the room from his father. He knew his father could sense how uncomfortable he felt. As if on cue, his father smirked.

"Come now, Marik. Why are you so, tense? I'm only your father, after all." He smirked again as Marik shuddered at the ice in his tone. "Can you at least tell me what happened?"

"It wasn't much… Stuff…happened. I just…told him…eventually. I…gave him the rod, too." Marik almost choked on his words. That sounded SO wrong. Marik looked up at his father. But something was wrong. He looked…relieved and…happy?

"You did very well Marik. I am proud to have you as my son"

Marik almost blushed and he turned around to face the wall. He heard his father walk towards him, the footsteps leaving a hollow echo that could not be heard out side the room they were in.

"Yes, Marik, you did very well." He paused his steps half-way across the room and it was silent for a moment. Then the steps returned as he began walking towards Marik slowly again.

"You know, my son. I always knew how you would grow up. I knew you would grow to be strong, successful," he stopped when he got right behind Marik, and he bent his neck so that his face was right next to Marik's, ear, and he said, in a very low whisper, "…beautiful."

Marik froze. He could not believe what he had just heard.

His father threw his head back laughing.

"Yes, Marik. Yes, you are beautiful. Yes, far more beautiful than anyone I've ever known." He leaned in close again. " You've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward." he said as he trailed his finger lightly down Marik's neck. Marik shuddered.

"Oh Ra in heaven, no"

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Domino City, Japan

Sugoroku Mouto was preparing to leave the shop for the afternoon. It was raining heavily and he wanted to run to the store to get some things before the weather got even worse. He was about to yell upstairs to Yuugi that he was going out, when the front door opened and in came a very wet Marik, wearing only his sleeveless white shirt and black jeans.

"Hello? Who might you be?" the elder man asked.

" I'm…a friend of Yuugi's. Is he home?"

"Why, yes, he is in his room. I'll go tell him you're here"

"Thank you"

Sugoroku went over to the stairs and yelled up.

"YUUGI! I'm going out for a while. And a visitor is here to see you."

Yuugi's voice came from upstairs.

" 'Kay Grandpa, send 'im up."

Sugoroku turned to Marik and nodded.

"Alright then, I'm off. Yuugi's in his room, first door on the left upstairs. I'll be back in two hours or so"

Marik started walking up the stairs. As he did, he muttered under his breath,

"Don't worry, I don't intend to stay that long."

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Yuugi was sitting in his room doing homework. His grandpa had said he had a visitor, he wondered who it could be. Then, there was a knock on his door.

"Come in!"

The door opened and Yuugi turned around to see who is was. His heart almost stopped. In the door way was the last person he expected it to be, a soaking wet Marik.

"Uh…hi…Marik? What are you doing here?"

Marik stormed into the room, yelling and swearing. Yuugi couldn't understand a word he was saying. Yuugi tried to calm him down, but Marik wouldn't stop. After several failed attempts, Yuugi yelled,

"Calm Down MARIK!"

Marik glared at Yuugi, but he shut is mouth any way. Yuugi took his hands off from over his ears.

" Ok, that's better. Now could you please tell me what's wrong?"

" Get him out"

" What?"

" The pharaoh, I need to talk to the pharaoh."

Yuugi stared at Marik, but he complied. In a split second, Yami was standing in the spot Yuugi was just in.

" What do you want?" Yami asked in a questioning tone.

Marik looked at the ground, clenching his fist.

"It's your fault" he murmured under his breath.

"What?"

"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Marik screamed

Yami was taken aback by Marik's words.

"What did I do?"

" If I had never met you, it would'a never happened. If you didn't exist none of this would have happened. If I never knew you, I never would' a had to go back. IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

" What are you talking about, Marik?"

" You sonofabitch, IT'S YOUR FUCKING FAULT I GOT RAPED!"

Yami could only stare at the infuriated boy for a second, before Marik's fist connected with his gut, and he passed out. Yami fell to the floor, and Marik walked downstairs and out the door.

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Marik was walking down the street alone. Nobody in there right mind would walk around in the middle of a thunderstorm, and those who were out stared at Marik because of his lack of appropriate rain gear. He was just walking around the streets, with no place to go, and what was worse was that he felt his back starting to bleed again.

'Damn! It won't stop!' Marik thought to himself, 'This is the third damn time!'

As Marik was walking around, he failed to notice Bakura walk out of the market behind him. Bakura was about to head for home, when he saw his Egyptian koi.

'Marik?' he thought to himself, 'What in hell is he doing here? …Oh well, I'm not complaining.' he said finally to himself as he turned to walk towards Marik with a silence only a thief could master.

He walked right up to Marik with out him noticing, and then he bent his head down to the shorter boy and whispered into his ear,

" I've missed you, beautiful."

Marik immediately stiffened at the familiar words, and the motion did not go unnoticed by Bakura. Then Bakura noticed the blood dripping down Marik's back. His eyes grew wide as he grabbed Marik by the arm and whirled him around so they were facing each other.

" Bakura?" Marik asked right before he fainted.

" Marik? Marik! What's wrong!" Bakura asked franticly, but Marik didn't wake up. So Bakura picked Marik up bride-style, and ran to his apartment.