This story came to me last night in a dream. Why do my muses always attack me when I'm sleeping? Ugh, whatever...xD

The basic summery of the story is that Marik is kidnapped by a mystery figure. This mystery figure wants the dark power inside of Marik so they can take over the world. Of course, Malik is worried sick about his yami and goes to Bakura and Ryou for help. They have to try and find their companion before the darkness inside of him take him over again, like in Battle City. Will the succeed, or is someone else also after this power?

Anyways, to clarify the pairings in this story, it basically starts off as Tendershipping with one-sided Psychoshipping and one-sided Bronzeshipping. Then, as the story progresses, it ends up to be Conspireshipping.

Alright, this is a multi-chapter fic so the next chapters will be much longer than this one.

Pairings (at this time): Tendershipping (Bakura/Ryou), one-sided Psychoshipping (Marik/Bakura) and one-sided Bronzeshipping (Malik/Marik)

Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Wake up…Come on now, be a good boy and open those pretty eyes of yours…

Something wasn't right. Perhaps it was the fact that it was way too dark to be his room where he was now. Or it could possibly be the fact that he could feel the familiar biting of metal against his wrists as he tried to pull them down from over his head.

Lilac eyes shot open as he gave a pull. The clattering of chains met his ears as he once again tried to bring his arms to his sides. Trying to calm down the anxiousness that was creeping up inside him, he decided to test his legs as well. He tried to pull them up against his chest but found that they too were restrained. To his confusion, they were bound apart, not together like his arms. His legs were spread as far as they could go and he had to admit he felt a little nervous about that.

He grunted in effort as he tried to push his slender limbs together but growled in frustration as they stayed apart, tightly shackled to whatever he was laid down on. He was about to try again when his sensitive hearing picked up soft footsteps coming towards him. He looked out into the darkness to try and see what, or who, it was that was approaching him but he couldn't see a thing. He could figure out what it was that was coming for him…

…until a pale, slender hand shot out of the darkness and gently caressed his tanned cheek. He let out a small noise of surprise and quickly moved his head away as to avoid the unwanted touch. However, the hand soon cut the gentle act and roughly grabbed his chin. He snarled in anger at whoever dared touch him like that before snarling out, "If I were you, I would untie me this instant before I send your soul to the Shadow Realm."

A rich chuckle broke through the air. "You don't scare me Marik; you won't be sending anyone anywhere without that pathetic Egyptian object of yours."

The restrained figure stared at where he thought the other was in slight amazement. "You know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are Marik. I've been watching you ever since you took over that weak host of yours at Seto Kaiba's tournament. Very clever using young Malik as bait to gain power. I'm surprised he still trusts you."

Marik felt protectiveness for his hikari well up inside him and he growled. "Why are you so interested in Malik? If I were you, I'd leave him alone."

Even though he couldn't see him through the still dark room, he could tell the figure shook his head. "Oh don't worry; I have no interest in that pathetic brat. I'm only interested in you."

The tan yami raised a thin eyebrow. "Why me?"

"I have never seen such great dark energy in my life. That great power that was inside of you during that tournament was astounding, truly a great force to be reckoned with."

Marik narrowed his eyes. "Well you're too late; the pharaoh extracted that from me months ago. I suggest you go visit the Shadow Realm if you're so infatuated with this darkness."

Another chuckle. "I don't need to. I know a part of it still exists inside of you, young Marik. I can feel that darkness inside, waiting for another chance to get out. I'm going to bring that darkness out so that I may be able to control it."

The youngest yami's eyes widened slightly. "I won't let you do that…"

"You don't have much of a choice, now do you?"

Marik was about to open his mouth and say something else when a white cloth was suddenly placed over his nose a mouth. His brain barely recognized the chloroform smell before his eyes began to get heavy and he could feel his grip on reality slipping.

The last thing he saw before he fell into unconsciousness was a pair of different color eyes staring back at him, shining with sick humor and promises of terrible things to come.

A small mewl of content played from the white-haired hikari's lips as he snuggled closer to his yami, a small smile forming on his lips. The identical-looking yami turned his reddish-brown gaze to his delicate hikari and a ghost of a smile graced his features. Boney, pale fingers slowly began to thread through the brown-eyed light's fluffy, white hair and stroked the thick locks slowly.

"Mmmm…'Kura…" the fragile teen murmured softly in his sleep, leaning forward towards the comforting touch.

Bakura chuckled, continuing to pet his former host with a tender look in his eyes. "My little Ryou." He nearly whispered, not wanting to wake the little angel from his light doze. Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on the slightly flushed lips and pulled up slowly.

Almost at once, doe-brown eyed opened and blinked like a newborn fawn before they focused on his yami. "Hello 'Kura."

The tomb robber met Ryou's gaze with a neutral expression. "I'm sorry I woke you, little one."

Ryou smiled softly before leaning up and placing a shy kiss on Bakura's cheek and returning to his position with a slight blush along his cheeks. "Its okay 'Kura; I wasn't really sleeping that deeply anyways."

The thief smirked before ruffling the light's hair playfully, chuckling again when Ryou squeaked and tried to pull away from his dark. Once he finally squirmed away from the ancient spirit, he scrambled towards the kitchen with his dark hot on his heels.

"'Kura, stop it!" Ryou shrieked as he tried to evade his yami. Bakura smirked again before he quickly cut the fleeing light off at the kitchen table and pulled him against his chest, spinning him around like a small child. Ryou squealed in delight, laughing cutely as he felt his stomach do flip-flops. The thief laughed with his light, mentally smiling at Ryou's bright expression.

""K-Kura…I can't breathe!" the hikari managed to say before he fell back into endless giggling again.

"Alright young one." Bakura said as he stopped, placing one last kiss on Ryou's hairline. The hikari giggled again before scurrying away from his dark and towards the phone that had just started ringing.

The tomb robber sighed softly before he made his way to the fridge, sticking his head in as he tried to find something to eat. "I wonder if that steak is still good…" he muttered half to himself. Reaching for a plate at the back of the fridge, he pulled out what looked like a half-eaten piece of extremely rare meat. Sniffing it, he thought for a moment, then shrugged and stuck a spare fork in it.

"'Kura! 'Kura, come here!"

Bakura shot up as he heard Ryou cry out his name. Placing his food back on his plate, he stood up and walked over to where his hikari was. He gasped softly as he watched his light look at him with a face of utter fear.

"Ry, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching his hand out to the trembling light. Ryou took one look at it before he practically launched himself at Bakura, nuzzling his face in the strong chest.

The tomb robber stared at his thin light in confusion before he gently began to stroke his snow, white hair comfortingly. "What is it, little one?"

Ryou looked up at him, worry and fear shining in his normally bright eyes. "It's Marik; Malik says he's gone missing."

Bakura felt the icy claw of disbelief clutch his heart. Marik was missing? The same Marik that he knew? "When?"

"He said he found a note this morning with the Millennium Rod right next to it with a splash of blood on it."

Reddish-brown eyes narrowed. "What did the note say?"

"I told Malik to come over so he didn't feel alone. He said he'd bring the note." Ryou answered softly. "'Kura, you're not going to leave me too, are you?"

Bakura gripped the light firmly against his chest. "Nothing will take me away from you, Ry. When Malik comes, we can figure out what happened to Marik."

The white-haired hikari nodded before resting his head against his yami's, wrapping his arms around his waist almost protectively. He didn't want anything to take his yami away.

He would not allow it.