AN: I will like to say, I am sorry that the second chapter has confused some people. Also I am very sorry for the delay, the reason being I was sort of bashed by someone who I had dated a long while ago. Who has submitted a review to this particular story, which got me pretty down, but I came back just for all of you. Hopefully it won't happen again. So here is chapter 3 and I'm sorry it's so short. But I'll make it longer don't worry!


This place is dark and this darkness is filled with something strange; whispers, sounds of water dripping down into a puddle and then that awful scraping of metal upon metal. But what I heard the loudest, were the screams…

Whoever or whatever was screaming, begged for life again, begged to see their children, begged for release from their prison. They begged and continued and the screaming rose to a deafening roar. I couldn't block these sounds but something else did. A loud screech filled the air, causing the floor around me to rumble and crack.

Those amber eyes came into view, seeming to glow in the darkness and they moved. As another screech filled the air, there were sounds of different kinds of screams; of pain. Something was being ripped apart, splats and gurgles, and even…dark laughter. I couldn't do much, but only hold myself tightly as those amber orbs seem to move this way and that. It was only a few minutes then that it landed on me. Those eyes stared at me with a look of dissatisfaction. Have I done something wrong?

Guard….take…stay…

Guard what? Guard my life? Guard something? Take? What must I take? And stay…what must I stay for? Whatever the shadows had to say never was able to say it as darkness was stripped away to show the light of the living.

My head hurt, my back ached and my right armed burned as though iron was burned against my skin. Those prickles of pain made me shiver and swallow a breath. What more could I do? Images through my eyes were all a blur, everything either spun in a wide circle or the ground quaked. The stomach didn't enjoy it and the worst thing happened to me after thousands of years away from a body.

I threw up.

The taste was foul. The feeling felt like acid flowing out my throat and mouth to the beige colored carpet below. I didn't mean it, but my body; this cursed thing wanted it done. I tasted the last food I had eaten, even felt something I rather not describe slide out. It was horrible and I knew I had begun to cry. To be reduced to this was a horrible way to be awakened. But something seemed to ease the banging of my head. A cool wet rag was held to my forehead as I continued to throw everything in my stomach down to the carpet. The scent was unbearable and I just wanted to walk away and leave.

The hand however had other ideas and kept me still until I finally stopped heaving and was reduced to sniffles. A glass of water came into view and I took it immediately. I swallowed it all, getting rid of the horrible after taste, though bits of it remained.

"Seems like you've ruined a perfectly good carpet, your majesty" a voice all too familiar said softly from behind me. Whipping my head around I saw sand blonde hair and dark purple eyes, then the feeling of nausea came and I moaned.

A movement of clothing, arms around me and then I was up in the air carried away. My vision swam, the front of my head seared with pain and wherever this damn bastard was taking me, I would be at his mercy. But if I died now, I'll haunt him for the rest of his sad life!

"I…hate you" I whispered darkness slowly coming to the edges of my vision.

"Hate you too"

"Why help me?"

"….Ch…because your hikari would be bitching and then my hikari will be bitching at me for not doing something"

"Heh afraid of your…hikari"

"Yeah right" Marik hissed, as a click came to my ears and carefully I was set on the floor. My head leaned against the wall, my legs were spread slightly eagle like and bent around the knee, the soles of my boots against the wall as well. The other yami moved around the small white room looking through the mirror cabinet for something. I did not know what, but hopefully something to fix this horrible headache.

My hand pressed against my head, the feeling of something warm and wet was felt upon my finger tips. Was it the rag? I pulled away my hand, I saw red coming from me. It was in a way beautiful to look upon and now I finally knew what had happened. I split my head open…was this why I felt so…slow? I'll send that pole to the shadow realm once I find it.

"Pharaoh! Damn it I just fucking cleaned that too!" Marik growled, grabbing my hand roughly and turning my head to face him. The movement made me hiss from the pain but I did nothing more as he inspected the wound on my head. A frown came to his lips and again I was lifted up carefully, my arms at my sides yet my legs suddenly wrapped around his waist. Call it some sort of instinct…I have no other name for this action.

He sat and I sat in his lap, heat came to my face but he didn't seem to notice or he just didn't give a damn. His face held full concentration as he inspected my wound rotating my head in different angles. I noticed whenever he was concentrating he would knit his brows together and bite the side of his lip with those large fangs of his. On closer inspection, his eyes would seem to get a slight swirl of a different color lighter than his indigo eyes but dark enough not to be notice.

"Seems you really fucked up your head"

"Huh?" I blinked at him, finally noticing he was looking at me and not at the wound.

"Like what you see? Does my sexiness just attract you or something?"

I growled and he smirked. Damn bastard! Thinks he's so…great. "Now Pharaoh stay still I'm going to now sew you up" he grinned. I yelped, pushing back from him only to be held tighter against him. "Now Pharaoh, no need to play chicken…"

"I'm not being chicken! I just don't trust you with a needle!!" Who would!?

"Now I'm hurt Pharaoh, I bring you in my home to take care of you and I let you throw up, and now you won't even let me fix that little boo boo for you" he purred.

"Well I thank you for that, but you will not sew me up"

"Oh yes I will!" Marik cackled. And then a flash of light and back into darkness once again.

The time is ticking…the pieces are sliding in their spaces…and images are being made…now get us the…white gem!

And then…there were the screams in my mind again…


AN: I don't really like writing a lot of Author's Note, but I would like to say I'm very proud of this chapter. Pretty much, because I think I wrote much better than the other chapters. Hopefully I'll get around to editing them a lot better, until then I hope you R&R and hopefully things will happen between Yami and Marik before the Shadows start meddling again.