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x.X.x

(18 Hours Later – 03:00)

Marik had chained her one foot to the bed after he had cleaned her and removed the other bullets, with more care this time, and now he was asleep. He had locked his door and placed two of his rare hunters on watch in case she attempted to escape if she got loose from the chains.

There were no windows in the base as it was underground and thus the only exit out of the room was the door or to break down the wall and burrow through the dirt and rocks.

As Marik was still lying next to her chained figure he felt something move in his subconscious and almost immediately he woke up and turned towards her and grumbled in annoyance when he realized it was merely her body shaking from the cold; he had never really taken notice of the cold as his body heat was sufficient.

He tiredly stared passed her at the linen closet where a blanket lay and then diverted his eyes from the closet towards the sheets she was laying on and groaned as he shook his head at the possibility of having to untie the chains and place her under the blankets or stand up and get a blanket. "Forget it…" He mumbled as he instead flung his arm over her and almost started to shake at the coldness that seeped from her skin, but at least her shaking was subsiding and Marik was a light-sleeper as it was since this spy business so her shaking would wake him up the whole night.

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(06:00 – Friday)

Marik felt stirring next to him and opened his eyes and found he was staring at her back, the top covered most of her back and parts of her back was covered in blood as she had rolled in it in her sleep. He removed his arm from her and sat up and almost immediately she started to shiver again and he grunted in annoyance as he rubbed his eyes and when he looked down on himself he saw that his arms were partially covered in her blood.

He stood up from the bed and decided to go and take a shower and now he would be able to remove the hood and lock his door without the fear that she was lurking somewhere within, though he doubted she had needed to actually follow him into the bathroom considering she had all the opportunities in the world to see him sleeping without the hood.

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(07:00 – Friday)

Marik got out of the bathroom and was now dressed in a clean cloak and hood; he looked towards the girl and found she was still asleep. He didn't want her to sleep away the entire day and he still had questions to ask her so it would be his greatest pleasure to rudely wake her up.

Marik walked over to her and picked up the antiseptic water next to the bed and with a smirk on his face he tipped it over onto her; as the water hit her body she shot up and immediately turned towards Marik and he was disappointed at her reaction, he had wanted something more 'lively'.

"I wasn't done questioning you when you decided to take a nap yesterday morning." He said as he took a seat at the end of the bed to avoid the water and blood that was lathered all over the bed, he would get the rare hunters to clean up the room later on as he had no desire to do it himself, he was far too busy in any case.

She seemed tired as she wiped the water from her face, waiting for him to ask whatever he wanted to ask. "You said you had seen my face." He said and she stopped and looked towards him, her eyes still holding no emotion and her skin was still as white as a sheet.

"Yes, I have seen your face." She said and Marik felt angry once more, that would not do, all he could hope for was that she was lying or that she had withheld this information from her employers.

"Then why did your employer ask you to reveal your presence if you already had my face?" He asked her, implying that he knew she had gotten it before she was given that order; even if it wasn't true it was better than posing the question and giving her an opening to lie.

"He does not know I have seen it plenty of times." She said and Marik's heart leapt through his chest, if her employer didn't know and she was the only one who knew all he had to do was kill her and everything would be over.

"Does anyone else know, besides you?" He asked her and she stared at him, even though she could not even see his eyes it felt like she was staring right through him.

"No, I am the only one who possesses that knowledge." She said and she had no idea how right she was as she was the only person alive who knew his identity and that wouldn't do, she would need to die because of that.

"Why would you withhold that from your employer if that would mean that you would no longer need to spy on me?" He asked as it was an intriguing mystery to him, she should've gone to her employer and told him the second she knew it instead of tagging along with the 'game'.

"Because it would not have ended there, I would've still needed to observe every move you make, from the toothpaste you use to the way you sleep. The face was the only thing I have that will ensure you don't kill me. I knew there would come a time when you would know of my presence, whether it was by my employers demand or my own mistake." She said and he found this truly amusing, why would this make him spare her life if it only enticed him to take it more.

"Oh, and what makes you think I will let you live if you're the only one who possesses my identity?" He asked her with a smirk on his face that she couldn't even see and she didn't seem fazed by his cheery attitude; she had actually not shown a single emotion once.

"The second I die it will be given to my employer and everyone else who wanted to know." She said and Marik scowled as he stood up from the bed and took out his scepter, pointing it towards her offensively.

"Elaborate immediately." He threatened and she didn't even seem to take note of the threat as she gave a nod, as if they were having nothing more than a casual conversation.

"The second my blood runs cold everything I know that they don't, including your face, will be emailed to them." She said and Marik weighed the possible threat and found it was far too risky to risk.

"How exactly will you do this, you're not close to a computer and if you were I certainly wouldn't let you use it?" He enquired, he was not sure how much she was willing to tell him as she had already said no to her employers' name, but this was something he needed to know.

"It doesn't bother me to tell you this." She said and Marik listened closely as this was the most important thing she was to say until now, more important than the fact that she knew his face as this would decide whether he could kill her now or not. "I have a microscopic chip implanted in my body that is latched to one of my blood veins and is kept empowered by the blood running across it; the second my blood stalls the chip will start to lose power and when is about to die out it will send out the emails to the listed recipients." She said and Marik growled at that.

"You expect me to believe that?" He asked angrily, it was an odd story for someone to make up, but despite that he didn't see how she would go to such a limit for a 'possible' meeting between the two of them.

"You can believe whatever you choose." She said and her placid attitude annoyed Marik more than it angered him.

"Prove it to me then and I will debate letting you live a bit longer." He said and she said nothing and did nothing, so Marik laughed. "See, you cannot even prove your story." He said and she looked at him once more as she started to wipe the water from her arms, but ended up smearing more blood over her arms.

"I don't need to prove anything to you; I will prove it to you once I'm dead and if you try to remove it without my help I will die." She said and Marik felt conflicted, if she was telling the truth then killing her would ensure his face got out in the world and yet it seemed like a total bullshit story.

"Fine, I will keep you alive for the sake of what you say, however, you will not leave from here and you'll be no better than a slave or prisoner." He said as he walked away from her and towards the door. He would feed her and keep her alive while slowly mangling her until she would beg for death and then he would find out the truth.

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(19:00 – Friday)

Marik stepped into the room with a blue plastic bag; he turned towards the door and closed it, locking it before turning towards her. He saw she was sitting upright and was dressed in one of the rare hunter cloaks.

He had allowed her to take a shower and clean herself while the rare hunters had cleaned his bedding and replaced the mattress, if he had a separate slave room for her he wouldn't have hesitated to let her sleep in her own filth but this was his room and he preferred it clean and due to her information about the chip he wasn't going to let her out of his sight.

He had almost convinced himself to be in the bathroom while she showered in case she had some means of contacting the people or sending out his face, but he had stopped himself by convincing himself that it would be a good thing if she tried to organize a rescue party and if she had wanted to reveal his face she would've done so already, he did have one question for her though regarding his 'face' and that was what it looked like; he had been so petrified earlier that he had not even considered confirming his identity.

She was holding a book in her hands that she had obviously been reading and he assumed she had fished it out of his bedside table's drawer. "Tell me something girl." He said and she stared up at him as she put the book down, she was no longer bleeding as she had bandaged herself and he was pleased he didn't need to do that for her.

He walked to in front of her and put the bag down on the table before staring back towards her. "What does my face look like?" He asked and she gave a smile that appeared to be false, if she couldn't answer this question he knew she was deceiving him and he could kill her.

"You have mauve eyes, you are Egyptian, your hair is beige and the only thing holding it down is that hood of yours." She said and he scowled as she had accurately described some of his features, he gave a sigh as he opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of guava juice and held it out towards her. She took it and looked up at him. "Why are you even attempting to be hospitable to me?" She asked him and he looked down at her angrily, even though she could not see his facial expressions.

"I'm not being nice to you; you will soon see that, I merely need to feed you to stop that information from getting out." He snarled angrily as he took out a box of Chinese food and placed it down on the table along with a pair of chopsticks.

He picked up the bag and walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat town, taking out his own food and drink; he could've gotten her slob to eat but he didn't trust some of these foods and if she happened to die from food poisoning he would really be pissed off and perhaps if he tried to act a tad humane to her she might just reveal who would receive these 'emails', if it was even the truth.

He opened the box and started to eat the food as he tried to look at her from the side of his eye but found it was impossible to do so with the damn hood over his face, he growled as he took his free hand and removed it from his head, fully revealing his face to her, something he had not shown anyone in over five years.

She didn't even look at him as he did so and he preferred it that way, but at least now he could keep an eye on her and since she did know what his face looked like he had no reason to hide it around her.

He watched her as she slowly ate and drank from the bottle, paying him no heed as she was reading from the book as she ate. "What are you reading?" He asked her as he couldn't see the title of the book that she was reading; however, he saw it was one of his.

She chewed for a few seconds and when she finally swallowed she spoke. "A book about Japan's culture and industry, it's not very accurate on the history though." She said and Marik found that statement odd as they weren't in Japan and then he finally snapped it; she had a very faint Asian appearance which meant she was possibly from Japan.

Marik didn't personally have much interest in Japan, but he had been reading a lot of things about different cultures since he planned to soon make trades with them, at least when he was Pharaoh; he had all the knowledge needed to be Pharaoh of Egypt, but he had no knowledge of other lands and if he wanted to join them or fool them into joining him he must at least know something about their lands and the first one he wanted to make an alliance with would be Japan, since they were so advanced technology wise.

"Why is that?" Marik asked as he put down his empty box, he didn't eat slowly and usually bolted food down quicker than they could serve it. He picked up the juice and cracked open the lid before taking a few big gulps.

"They left out some of the samurai and ninja training procedures." She said and Marik lowered the juice bottle as he stared at her; the men had said she took down two of them and there was no blood so it was possible she simply overpowered or outmaneuvered them. Perhaps she had taken part in either of those training programs since she commented they were incorrect.

"They are no longer an active part of Japan's culture; it is understandable if it's not fully correct." Marik said and she didn't say anything as she continued to eat her food slowly. He had no desire to find out what was missing as he wasn't planning on lecturing the Japanese Governors about fighting.

Marik sighed as he stood up and looked at her, not sure how to start whatever sort of torture he had planned for her and he was unsure of whether it would be a good idea; he could easily hurt her to the point of death and then bring her back to life but what if he couldn't bring her back or what if she tried to kill herself and succeeded?

He had fooled plenty of people into thinking he was 'nice' just to get closer to them or get information out of them and it was possible he could do that to her, even though she did know what type of person he was by spying on him for all that time.

However, perhaps it would work and if it didn't work he would at least have gotten more time to find out who the employer was and perhaps if the employer thought she had died he would send in someone else who did not have the brains to implant a chip in themselves and stupid enough to spill the employers name when faced with death.

This girl didn't seem like the type to talk and had taken every measure to ensure she would not be killed and Marik could not afford to let her permanently clamp up due to violence, he didn't know how strong her façade was, but with what he had seen so far she had no fear of him and was not planning to say something she didn't want to.

"Would you like another book?" He asked with a forced smile and she stopped reading and looked up at him as she swallowed another bite of food.

"That would be thoughtful." She said and then looked back down at the book and Marik felt like kicking the book out of her hand and dissecting her with the chopsticks, but instead he swung around and unlocked the door, putting the hood over his head, and stepping out of the room.

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(02:00 - Saturday)

Marik was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed as he worked through his deck; he rarely dueled anymore and despite the fact that the cards were nothing but a picture of the actual monster it was still a fun game. He preferred to summon the actual monsters when he was challenged to the duel and then watch as the monster chased the person through the city and eventually eat him or her. It was a sadistic sort of pleasure he didn't get from playing the game nicely.

The girl was lying down on the bed, she was snuggled under the duvet he had finally gotten from the linen cupboard, and reading one of the other books Marik had gotten for her and he found it odd when she refused to read anything but a book of facts; she didn't want to read anything with a story.

As he was still compiling his deck he spoke. "What is your name?" He asked as he started to shuffle his deck and then drew five cards to see the possibility of the hand before turning towards her and waiting for the answer that seemed to take a while to leave her lips. "Did you hear me?" He asked her and she gave a nod. "Then why aren't you answering?" He asked her and she looked towards him now and gave another one of her false smiles that annoyed him; if she didn't want to smile then she shouldn't.

"I don't want you to have my name." She said and he scowled at her answer, what was such a big secret about her name if she had answered almost everything else he had asked her.

"Why?" He asked her as he put his deck in his bedside drawer before turning back towards her and waiting for her answer to his question.

"No one knows my name." She said and Marik found that bizarre until he realized no one knew his face, except her and thus it would be an even exchange.

"Well, you know my face and you're the only living person who knows it, so I think we can call it even if you tell me your name." He said and she shook her head as she put the book down and stared into his pale purple eyes with her white ones.

"It will not make us even, it would make us even if you planned to release me after I told you my name and even if you agreed to that I know you have no desire to do so." She said and he grunted at her correct logic, why couldn't she just have been stupid?

"Fine, what do people call you then?" He asked as she must at least have some sort of false name that she had used all these years and why her name was a secret was beyond him.

"People call me Sakai." She said and Marik gave a nod, it was a Japanese name and he assumed it came with her from Japan, which meant she had a fake name before she even got here, or perhaps she had just chosen it to fit her face.

"Then I'll call you Sakai." He said and he knew he could use the Millennium key to invade her mind and read her memories and even wipe some of them; but he had placed all of the millennium items, except the rod, in a safe located in Egypt for when he went there to claim his title and he wasn't about to reveal that location to any possible spies and he was thankful he had done that before she had started to spy on him.

"How long will it take before your employer sends another spy or comes looking for you?" He asked her as he now picked up a book as well, he wasn't particularly fond of reading books at first but now he had gained quite a liking to it.

"He won't come looking for me if I don't return; he will send spies until he gets what he is looking for." She said and Marik wasn't exactly happy to know the man would never quit and she held the knowledge of his name and without the name he would never be able to find him and kill him.

"Are all of them as discreet as you are?" He asked her and she shook her head.

"I'm the only one of my kind." She said and he found that to be quite a boastful remark and the fact that she didn't show any emotion or glee at the comment made it seem like she believed herself.

"Why so?" He asked as he opened the book and started to read at a random page, since it wasn't a storybook there wasn't any pattern to follow, just a bunch of history, culture and industry related information.

"I'm the only one that survived." She said placidly and Marik turned towards her with a quizzed look on his face, but she didn't seem to pick up that he wanted to know more; he sighed as he decided not to even ask. If she was telling the truth it would be to his benefit and not the other way around.

Marik turned back to his book and found he was annoyed with the idea of company, he usually didn't want company but now that he was in her company he found it hard not to want to talk and that annoyed him. "You should sleep." He said as he looked at the time and hoped he would be able to get some peaceful time to read and not have the desire to ask meaningless questions.

"I'm not tired." She said as she turned a page and he grumbled softly, he didn't mind sleeping while she was awake as he had no fear of her snapping his neck or something of the sort, he was an ancient evil spirit and thus could keep the body alive even after death; he was immortal in a sense and due to his light sleeping he would wake up if she did so much as let one of her hairs fall on his face.

"Then I should sleep." He said in annoyance as he put down the book and used the button next to his bed to put off the lights in an attempt to annoy her since she wouldn't be able to read now unless she had night vision, which he seriously doubted.

He turned on his side without climbing in under the sheets, he rarely got cold. He heard as she put down the book and crawl in further under the sheets and Marik felt the desire to speak well up in him again and before he could stop himself he spoke. "Doesn't it bother you that I just put off the light?" He asked and then grunted to himself.

He would need to get his mouth clasped or move her to another room if this continued, he didn't understand why he was talk active, he wasn't lonely or anything of the sort, but then again he had never really been in anyone's company for a prolonged period of time and perhaps it would end once he had gotten tired of asking questions because letting her out of his sight was not part of the equation.

"No." She answered softly and Marik felt the desire to ask 'why not' well up in him but forced his mouth to remain shut; he didn't need to speak to her unless it was to get information and this plague of talk-activeness would not do.

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(08:00 – Saturday)

Marik opened his eyes and sat up before turning to look towards Sakai, he yawned once and stretched out as he looked at her sleeping figure; she was curled up into the blankets as if she had just suffered through an icy night and he supposed it had something to do with the loss of blood she suffered.

He blinked his eyes a few times before getting up and he found he had been sleeping better now that he was partially free from the stress of his face getting out in the open; the only one with that information was the girl he was holding hostage and with the rare hunters standing guard outside his door every night he doubted another spy would get in easily and since she claimed she was one of the kind they would have trouble sneaking passed the rare hunters to start with.

He wanted to wake her up by pushing her off the bed or something similar but knew if he did that he would find himself with the desire to speak again and he didn't want to fall victim to his own mouth; she was intriguing because of her point-blank answers, evasive maneuvers and placid attitude; and perhaps that was contributing to his desire to find out more about her as it could possibly be a clue to her real name and her employers name.

With a sigh he walked towards his closet and took a robe from it before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door, once she was up he would unlock her leg so that she could go and shower and do whatever she wanted to in the bathroom.

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(08:30 – Saturday)

Marik stepped out of the bathroom and found her staring at him as he got out and he felt unnerved by her emotionless stare. He used the towel in his hand to ruffle his wet hair a few times before tossing it into the bathroom. "Can't you show any sort of emotion when you stare at someone? You might actually scare normal people with that face of utter love." He said sarcastically and it didn't seem like she picked up on the sarcasm much.

"How can I show something I don't possess Marik?" She asked and he found it odd to hear his name come from her lips, but what he found even more bizarre was her statement regarding her emotions, he smirked and then started to laugh as he walked towards the bed and took out a key from his robe, unlocking the chain around her foot.

"Right, what a way to make me believe anything you said previously." He said with sarcasm as she removed her ankle from the cuff, pulling her legs up to her chin and he found she revealed a bit more of her legs than she probably wanted to and he realized he didn't mind that sight at all.

Perhaps he would 'surprise' her when she showered, the shower didn't have a curtain after all and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman naked since his duties had kept him far too busy and his base wasn't exactly the ideal place to bring a woman. Not to mention the fact that a female tended to annoy him so much that he would kill them before any business could be conducted.

"You can believe what you choose to believe." She said as she got up, removing the view from him, it was only her thigh but the only thigh he had seen in the last 2 years were that of a fried chicken and he couldn't exactly admire that.

He didn't say anything as she stepped into the bathroom and he found the excuse he was looking for, he couldn't let her get dressed in the same old dirty robe again, now could he? Perfect excuse to come barging in, not that he needed an excuse since she was his prisoner but he would need to take her a clean one in any case since he would need to be around her and he had no desire to smell her as well.

He walked towards the closet and got out another robe, he had other clothing in the closet but most of it was robes since it was what he wore primarily since he had decided to remove his face from history. He heard as the shower water came on and with a smirk he walked towards the shower door and opened it.

He stepped inside and expected to hear screaming and feel a bar of soap hit his head, but instead he was met with her naked figure and her emotionless eyes. She stopped washing herself as she stared at him. He waited for the screaming and violence, but none came and when she saw the robe she spoke. "Thank you for bringing that." She said and then resumed washing herself and Marik's mouth parted in surprise as he put the robe down on the table.

"That's it?" He asked her and she stopped and looked at him once again. "No screaming and throwing things at my head for barging in here? Aren't you embarrassed?" He asked as he glanced over her body and didn't even find it right to enjoy it as he hadn't taken her by surprise, had she actually expected him to do this?

"It would've been decent for you to knock so that I could've taken a towel to cover myself for the sake of decency, but it does not bother me since embarrassment is an emotion." She said and then took hold of his razor and held it up. "Can I use this?" She asked and he gave a nod as he backtracked out of the bathroom and then closed the door.

Could she have actually been telling the truth about being without emotion instead of making that up? How could someone be devoid of feelings and emotions? Did that mean she could feel no joy or sadness? "No, that is truly a fairy-tale." He muttered as he walked towards the bed and decided he would make up the bed today, well, pull the sheets right and put the pillows straight as he wasn't planning to leave the room right now for anything.

Once he was done he took a seat on the bed and waited for her to come out of the bathroom so that he could try and force emotion out of her, her contacts might make it look like a true story and her strong emotional will helped it along and her lack of surprise at his 'surprise' entry almost put the nail in the coffin, but he still didn't believe it.

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(09:00 – Saturday)

Marik saw as the door opened and watched as Sakai came out of the bathroom, her hair was wet and hanging in strands over her shoulders as she wore the clean robe he had given to her in an encounter he could find no better word for than awkward.

She walked towards the bed and sat down on it, putting her ankle by the cuff and Marik took hold of her leg and put the loop around her ankle before locking it securely. When he was done he leaned back against the bed and looked at her for a few seconds before speaking. "I don't believe you." He said and she looked into his eyes.

"What you believe is your own choice." She said to him once again and he was getting annoyed at that sentence, he didn't care what she thought or believed, but he needed to know the truth about her emotion status.

"I don't care what you say, prove it to me." He insisted and she closed her eyes and gave another fake smile and he thought that might be because she didn't know how to give a real one, but if he believed that he would have to believe that she was telling the truth and that was too weird even for him.

"How must I prove this to you?" She asked him as she opened her eyes and the smile fell from her face, leaving her placid expression instead and Marik had to admit that he didn't know how she would be able to prove it to him; the only way for him to be positive would be to use the Millennium Key to see her memories.

He could go and get the Millennium key and read her memories in an attempt to see her employer but what if they expected that and followed him? It was far too risky for him to leave and until they were out of the picture he couldn't do anything. He couldn't afford to have his rightfully-stolen heritage snatched from sight because his people would hate him.

"I don't know." Marik confessed and she gave a nod as she picked up a book and started to read; and Marik decided he would send his rare hunters out to get them food, he couldn't leave the base either now and he hated being jeopardized like this and not knowing whom to kill to stop it.

He got up and yelled the order through the door for them and when they responded he went back to the bed and sat down, looking at her and found he had removed his clothing with her mind and smirked as he enjoyed the imaginary image, yes, definitely better than a chicken.

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