Here's my first Yugioh Fanfiction. By the Way this contains Theifshipping (Yami BakuraXMarik) and Citronshipping (Thief King BakuraXMarik). So if you don't like, Then don't read.

I wish Bakura was here….

Marik thought as he walked through his underground home in some old traditional robes and pajama bottoms. After the Pharaoh was laid to rest, Marik had moved back into the Tomb keepers tunnels. Unlike his sister, He was unable to become a part of normal society. This however left him feeling very lonely, isolated and without purpose. Whenever he felt this way he often wished for Bakura, who was the closest person to ever being a friend to him. Bakura after all had risked his life for him when he had dueled his evil half.

"I never got to thank him for trying to help me. Besides he probably hates me for helping the pharaoh. I was a horrible ally to him. I didn't even make sure he was okay when I got my body back."

At this realization Marik started to cry the loneliness and despair getting to him. He ran to his room, tears streaming down his face as he passed several lit torches in the dark walkway. When he reached his room, he broke down as he fell on his bed. As he sobbed his tears accumulated on his pillow and dampened his sheets. He felt weak and even worse he knew he looked weak, which made him angry. With tears flying and rage flaring, he started to punch the hard concrete wall beside his bed. He continued to do so until he was physically and emotionally exhausted. No longer able to keep his eyes open he wandered into the welcoming darkness.

"Come on Marik, Are we going to duel or what?"

That voice…..sounds familiar….. Marik thought as he broke out of his trance to turn around. Once he was fully turned he found himself looking directly into the face of Bakura.

"B-Bakura…..What're you doing here?" Marik asked stunned.

Bakura smirked and tilted his head slightly, as if to mock or perhaps figure out the blonde Egyptian before him.

"Like I previously stated….I'm here to duel you." Bakura chuckled.

Marik looked around in disbelief. He was standing on top of a tall building in what looked like Domino City. He looked down at himself as the sun rose. He was dressed in his old purple half-hoodie and black pants that he wore during Battle City. He quickly glanced back at the boy standing next to him. It was Bakura; there was no doubt about it. He was there white hair, striped T-shirt and all.

"What's wrong with you today Marik? Where's the obnoxious confident teenage boy that I usually argue with?" Bakura said with a puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry Bakura, I don't know what's wrong with me." Marik said as he looked back towards the sun trying to avoid eye contact with the white haired boy.

"You always were such a terrible liar Marik." Bakura smirked.

"What!" Marik yelled.

Bakura laughed. "I mean I wouldn't be here if something wasn't bothering you. After all this is a dream. Would you believe me if I told you that dreams are where people subconsciously solve their problems?"

Marik raised an eyebrow.

"Wait…So you're here to help me?"

"CONGRATULATIONS, WE HAVE A WINNER." Bakura said in a sarcastic manner.

"So….." Bakura trailed off.

Suddenly Bakura is sitting on a recliner with fake glasses on while holding a notebook and pen in his hands.

"What appears to be the problem, Marik?" he said as he gestured towards a couch that poofed out of nowhere.

Marik eyed the couch suspiciously as he walked towards it. He touched it with his hand to make sure it was solid and that he wouldn't fall through it. Once he was sure it was stable, he hesitatingly sat down. He took a deep breath and muttered.

"I guess I'm just lonely…."

"Hmmm….." Bakura hummed as he thought, jotting down some notes.

"I see. It is my understanding that you live underground again, why's that?"

"I don't fit in with the world. I can't handle the day to day dealings in a normal society. I tried to have a job and friends like everyone else but I just can't seem to socialize well. People knew that I had a split personality and they tended to shy away from me. Others shunned me. I don't belong with them. That's why I live here." Marik looked down sadly.

"So you're an outcast, huh?" Bakura spoke calmly and in a gentle tone as he continued to jot things down.

"Yeah." Marik stated feeling a little bit better that he was talking about his feelings and letting it out.

"I see." Bakura smirked as he finished his writing.

Bakura set the notebook and pen down. He crossed his arms as he slowly raised his dark brown eyes from his notes to look into Marik's lavender colored ones.

"I think I've got a solution for your problem." Bakura spoke solemnly.

"Really?" Marik asked with an incredulous expression.

"Yes. Have you ever explored those tunnels of yours?" Bakura asked now throwing his fake glasses away.

"I did a little bit of exploring. Why?" Marik asked confused.

Bakura shrugged.

"I just think you'll find something interesting if you look hard enough."

"What am I looking for?" Marik questioned trying to figure out what Bakura was talking about.

"Ah, That's the question isn't it." Bakura said now leaning forwards resting his hands on his knees getting closer to Marik, never once breaking eye contact. The blonde backed up a little bit at this but his eyes didn't waiver.

The white haired boy tilted his head and smirked.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you the answer. You have to figure it out on your own."

Bakura leaned back some and pointed at the floor.

"But once you do, we will meet here again to see what you've learned."

Bakura then rested his hand on his chin before bringing his open hand before the tanned boy.

"Another question you might want to consider is….why am I here?"

Bakura slowly stood up from his chair and started to walk away.

"I expect an answer when I return. See you then Marik." Bakura said as he and the world around Marik dissolved into white.

"NO….WAIT…..BAKURA." Marik yelled as he awoke in his room.

Well here it is. I hope it's ok. ^^".

Marik: Wow, Bakura I never knew you were a therapist.

Bakura: Yes, but only in your dreams.

Marik: What else could you be?

Bakura: Who knows? We'll have to wait and see? *looks menacingly at author*

ShadowGUN101: What?

Bakura: I better not be turned into a neko or I'll have your head.

ShadowGUN101: *sweatdrops*

Please Read and Review. Please tell me if I should continue this. Reviews help. ^^

Also I don't own any of the characters or anything. I just wrote the story.