If Yami Had Lost...
This is a fanfic about what would have happened if Yami had lost the duel to Malik.
Disclaimer: Don't own YGO.
Anzu sank to her knees. Yami had lost; he and Yuugi were gone. Malik stood, laughing like the maniac he was, over the spot where Yami and Yuugi had disappeared. The Millenium Puzzle and Necklace lay on the ground, sad reminders of its owners. Marik still hung in his bonds, shocked, his body fully returned. Malik had decided at the last minute that he wanted his hikari as a slave. Jou, Honda, and Otogi stood, numb with grief. Kaiba stood, holding Isis as she cried into his chest. Mokuba stood with them, hiding behind his brother. Malik finally stopped laughing and picked up the Puzzle and Necklace. Jou lunged at him.
"That was my FRIEND, you psycho artichoke head!" Malik simply used the Millenium Rod to blast him back. He slammed against the rim of the Duel Tower. Malik smirked and then gestured at Marik, who lowered to the ground, almost touching it, still bound. Isis looked up and then ran toward the fiend who was approaching her brother.
"Leave him alone!" Malik made a transparent bubble around himself and Marik, and Isis ran to it, fruitlessly beating it with her fists. Malik went up to Marik.
"So, hikari. Still only a spirit, eh? I suppose you need a body." Marik just glared at him.
"I don't want a body from you unless it's my own." Malik laughed softly.
"I fully intend to give you your body, Marik. I'll get a new one when I use the Millenium Puzzle and Necklace combined with the Rod and Ring. Until then, just hang there and be quiet." He turned his back on Marik and held the four items together, chanting something that no one but himself could hear. The eye on his forehead began to glow. There was a brilliant flash of light, and then it cleared almost as soon as it had come. It looked no different; Malik stood in the same place, and Marik still hung from the dark shackles. Malik smiled and felt his back under his shirt.
"Just as I thought. The Pharaoh's Secret is no longer there. You alone have it now, Marik." He turned back to his captive hikari.
"Let me down!" Malik snapped his fingers, and Marik was released. Malik approached him and tapped him lightly on the face to see what he would do. Marik slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me, you filthy body snatcher." Malik slapped him hard. Marik stared at him, holding his cheek. No one except his father had ever really hit him.
"Don't speak to me in that tone of voice, and never call me names. You are now my slave, Marik. The Pharaoh was your last hope, and now he's gone. You're mine to do with as I wish." All of the gold jewelry on Marik disappeared, and a black metal collar appeared on his neck. It had a single white jewel in the middle. Marik fingered it, confused. What was it? Malik smirked again.
"That is a Dark Slave Collar, Marik. If you get more than ten feet away from me without my permission, it will torture you until I decide to come to you. It will hurt even more if you try to remove it. It can also be used as punishment. Like this." He gestured, and the jewel began to glow. Suddenly Marik fell to his knees, clutching his head, screaming in agony. Isis's futile beating on the barrier increased as she watched her brother's pain. Jou, Anzu, Honda, and Otogi were all there, beating it with her. Mokuba watched, stunned at Malik's cruelty. How could someone be so evil? he thought as he watched Malik torture Marik. After what seemed an eternity, the screaming stopped. Marik lay on the ground, panting, eyes filled with pain. Malik smiled and nudged Marik with his foot.
"You see? Escaping is impossible. As for the rest of you..." He turned to those pounding on the barrier. Isis screamed at him through it.
"Let my brother go, you sadistic pile of dung!" Malik laughed hard.
"Oh, stop pounding on that barrier, you're not getting through it. I'll take it down, because I must speak with Kaiba." They stopped hitting, and it disappeared. Malik walked away. When he was pretty far, Isis thought Marik was going to start screaming again. But he didn't; he just lay there. It looked like he was unconscious. She then remembered that if Malik gave permission for Marik to be ten feet away, the collar would not hurt him. She ran to her brother and held him in her arms. The others all crowded around.
"Marik! Marik!" His eyes fluttered open.
"Isis?"
"Marik!" She hugged him to her. Anzu touched his forehead.
"Are you all right?" He looked at her as if to say, you're kidding, right?
"No. I've just become the slave of an evil madman who can torture me at his slightest notion. Isis, where's Rishid?" Isis pointed at the limp form of Rishid in a corner. Marik stood and started to run to him, but Malik saw and gestured. Marik fell again in a cloud of pain. Malik watched him scream for a moment, then he stopped the pain.
"I don't think so, Marik. Stay with your sister over there." Marik shakily stood, and went back to Isis and the others. Jou reached out to touch the collar, maybe try to get it off, but Marik grabbed his wrist.
"Try it and I'll pay for it, Jou." Jou nodded and took his hand away.
Malik faced Kaiba, who glared at him, hiding Mokuba.
"I suppose I owe you the money, then." Malik laughed.
"Keep it, baka. I only want passage to Egypt on your blimp, leaving Isis and her little friends here."
"What about Marik?" Malik looked at the boy out of the corner of his eye.
"He's mine, Kaiba. What does it take to make you people understand that slavery is alive and well?" He laughed softly. Kaiba's eyes narrowed.
"Just don't try it on me, buster. I can give you and Marik the passage, but my brother and I are going, and so are my crew. The thing is, I can't just leave Isis and the dimwits here. It's everyone or nobody." Malik's hard gaze locked on Kaiba's.
"Tell me, Kaiba. When you see someone tortured, what does it do to you?" Kaiba looked confused.
"What do you mean by that?" Malik turned and faced the group huddled in the middle of the arena.
"Marik, come here." Marik stubbornly didn't move. Malik made a sharp gesture that sent a jolt of pain through Marik. He yelped.
"I said come here." Marik stood and went. He stopped in front of Malik and crossed his arms. When he spoke, he sounded angry and sharp.
"What?" Kaiba's frown deepened.
"It doesn't work with him. I could care less..." Malik gestured, making Marik fall again, screaming. Kaiba watched him, trying to look impassive.
"It won't stop until you give me what I want." Malik's tone was final. Marik opened his eyes slightly.
"Kaiba...please..." His voice slurred with agony. The pain increased, and he couldn't speak any more for screaming. Isis stood to come running, but Malik's voice stopped her.
"Do it and I'll make it hurt more." She froze. Then Marik's screaming stopped; not because of Kaiba, but because of another, smaller voice.
"STOP IT!" There was complete silence, broken only by Marik's quiet sobbing. Mokuba fell to his knees, and pulled Marik's head onto his lap. There were tears coursing down the younger boy's face.
"Stop it. Stop hurting him. We'll do what you want. Just don't hurt Marik any more." Malik grinned evilly at him.
"Well, Kaiba, your brother's got a better business head than you. Very well, boy, we'll do it that way. Marik, get up and let's go." Marik tried to stand, but he couldn't. Mokuba helped him up. Marik placed a hand on the younger Kaiba's head.
"Thank you." It was little more than a whisper, but Mokuba could hear the endless gratitude in it. Then Malik turned and walked off, and Marik had no choice but to follow. He turned and gave one last look to his sister, whose eyes had tears streaming from them. Marik then turned, hanging his head in sadness. Hhis hopes were gone.