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This was actually a dream I had—Hope you like!

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"Hehehehe. . .HAHAHAHAH!"

Malik gasped and shot up, his bed sheets falling to the floor in his panic. He jumped up and ran to one side of his room, where the light switch was. He flicked it on, and his small room was washed in dull, yellow light. His frightened lavender eyes scanned the scene before them; searching for anything that could have made that sound.

There was no one there.

Malik relaxed, brushing perspiration of his forehead in relief. It must have been his imagination. He looked over to his bedside table, where a small, digital clock rested. He read the time:

1:00 A.M.

Bleck.

He was not a morning person. He flipped the light back off, and clambered back into his bed, pulling the blankets with him. He curled up, laying his head on the pillow. He slowly closed his eyes and. . .

"Hehehehe. . . HAHAHAHAHA!"

This time, it startled Malik so much he fell off the bed; tangled in his blankets. Struggling to get un-tangled, he got up from the floor and backed away from his bed. Instead of disappearing like the last time, the laughter grew louder.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

That was it. The last load on the camel's back.

He screamed.

Isis Ishtal was sleeping peacefully; dreaming of a certain blue-eyed millionaire when a loud, piercing scream ricocheted off the walls of her small room.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

She woke with a start, adrenaline allowing her to wake fully and let her mind work normally; instead of groggily. Her eyes grew wide as the scream alerted her mind that something was wrong—

With Malik.

She rushed out her doors and down the hall, to where her younger brother slept. As she had suspected, the screams were coming from within. She pounded in the doors.

"Malik! I'm coming!" She yelled as she charged through the doors; ready to face anyone that dare hurt her brother. Instead of finding an 'enemy,' she found her little brother scrunched up in a corner, crouching low and covering his ears with his hands. Except for his screams, there was no sound; nothing threatening leaning over him.

She relaxed, and walked carefully up to him. He was still screaming.

"Make it stop! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He was screaming this over and over again, his eyes shut tight and his ears still covered. Isis gently touched him on the arm. Immediately, he opened his eyes and stopped screaming.

"My brother, what troubles you? Did you have a nightmare?" She asked him gently, helping him up. He stood rather shakily.

"I-I d-don't k-k-know. I c-could ha-have," he hiccupped, making a smile come to Isis's face. Her smile faltered, however, when she saw the wet trail left on his cheeks from his tears.

Her brother had cried.

She couldn't remember the last time he cried. Something awful must have been in his thoughts when he had the dream.

"What was the nightmare about?" she asked him, sitting him down on his bed. He stared up at her; his lavender eyes hauntingly wide. She was taken aback, just a bit. She regained her composure.

"It wasn't a dream, sister. I was awake when it happened," he said, lowering his head and shaking. It couldn't be true; it couldn't be. Not when he had his life back and was truly happy. He had friends, family, an education, and a house (not hole.) There was no way he could be back.

"When. . .WHAT happened, brother?" She asked him, almost afraid of the answer. He stared up at her, eyes hauntingly wide again.

"Him. Heard him laughing. He's come back for me! For the rod! And he knows I know! He was laughing at me! Isis, what do I do?" Malik panicked, tears rolling down his cheeks. Isis grew pale. It was as she suspected.

Yami Marik was back.

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