Welcome back! Time for three more facts on me, although I'm running out of interesting things because...I'm not interesting XD

1. The k-pop fanfics I write are all Nu'est. Some EXO. And the occasional BAP.

2. If you've read my k-pop fanfics, then you know...I write a lot of...smut. Yes I know. I'm terrible.

3. I'm old enough to legally write smut now! Haha! So I don't call it lemons anymore, because that's just weird.

Ok! That's enough about me. Here's the next chapter! Please, please comment!

"And that's the full story?" Yugi asked, looking skeptical.

"Yep," Bakura replied. He was sitting up in the hospital bed, a tray of random food placed across his lap. He looked atrocious, his face thinned out and his arms? Skin and bone. Yugi was sitting next to the bed in a hard, plastic chair, listening to Bakura intently. Atem, on the other hand, wasn't letting his guard down. He was standing behind Yugi's chair, his arms crossed as he stared down the weakened thief king, angrily.

"Calm down, pharaoh," Bakura sighed, taking a french fry and biting it in half. "I can barely move. Not that I give a rats ass about revenge anyways." Atem just glared firmly, so Yugi decided to try and change the subject slightly.

"There's only one part of your story that I don't believe," he said, leaning back and thinking to himself. "And that's Marik."

"What about him?" Bakura asked, shoving the rest of the french fry in his mouth and grabbing another one.

"He's psychotic. There's no way that he's, well, innocent." Bakura sighed, sitting up again and stretching, a grimace of pain spreading across his face. He settled back down and pointed the french fry at Yugi.

"Think about it, pipsqueak," he said, despite Yugi not being so small anymore. "Marik was born of a child's hate, so take away that hate, and all that's left is is the child." It was Yugi's turn to grimace now.

"That's weird to think about," he muttered.

"Well obviously he isn't actually a child," Bakura scoffed. "He's more like a really happy, funny, and really fucking annoying person!" Bakura paused to shove another fry in his mouth. Then seemed to think of another thing to say on the subject. "He's still a pervert though." Yugi raised an eyebrow, frowning.

"Well I guess we should talk to him and compare stories," Atem said. "Yugi may not say it, but I don't trust you. Don't you dare misuse his good heart!" Yugi stood up, putting a calming hand on Atem's shoulder.

"Stop it," he said. "It's been five years. He's in no shape to get up and do anything bad. Put it behind you for a little bit." Atem pouted, which looked funny on a man of his age, but nodded his head none the less. "You too, Bakura!"

"Hey! I already said I'm done with it!" the thief exclaimed, hands up in defense. "I only have two things on my mind, and that's finding a place to stay and finding Ryou." Yugi tensed up slightly when he heard that.

"Ryou? What do you want with Ryou?" he asked, a worried expression plastered across his face.

"I need to see him. That's all," Bakura shrugged, placing the now empty tray on the bedside table.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Yugi said quickly. "He hasn't been, um...he hasn't been doing completely well since, you know."

"That's why I have to see him," Bakura said, frowning and crossing his arms. "And while I won't require you to let me stay in your little game shop, I won't take no for an answer about Ryou." Yugi just sighed, deciding to drop the topic before anyone got angry.

"Come on," Yugi said to Atem. "Let's go see if Marik is up yet."

"Probably not," Bakura chuckled. "That idiot can sleep through anything." Yugi ignored him and the two left the room, closing the door behind them. Across the hall, they could see the unconscious form of the tall Egyptian and suddenly, Yugi couldn't move. He could practically see the dark purple swirls of the shadow realm closing in and suffocating him. Before he could scream, he felt a warm hand on his back.

"Yugi," Atem said, calming him down instantly. "I told you, we don't have to do this."

"Yes, we do," Yugi said, shaking his head. "I'm not weak anymore, so I know I can stand up to him." Atem nodded and they stepped into Marik's hospital room, shutting the door before facing their enemy. He looked calm, breathing steadily, almost snoring. Yugi walked half way towards the bed, pausing.

"M-Marik? Can you hear me?" he mumbled, trying to keep his knees from shaking. Suddenly, he heard Atem chuckling next to him.

"Yugi, I'm right next to you and I can't hear you," he said, laughing. "Here, let me handle this." He walked up to Marik's bed, bending over to get a close look at the sleeping tomb keeper. Then, he reached out, grabbing a hold of Marik's frail shoulders and giving him a single shake.

"WAKE UP YOU ASSHOLE!" he yelled. Yugi stared, mouth gaping.

"A-Atem!" he exclaimed, not knowing what else to say, but as Atem turned to look back at Yugi, the unconscious body in his hands shuddered, causing Atem to jump backwards, a protective arm stretched in front of Yugi.

Marik's eyes suddenly flew open, blinking in the bright light of the hospital room. He turned his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then, his eyes landed on Atem and Yugi, blinking again.

"You..?" he muttered slowly, then he sat up, ignoring the pain shuddering across his body and pulled the blanket up to his neck. "You! Where's Bakura?!" Both Yugi and Atem were too stunned to answer and this caused Marik to get even more worked up. "Where is he?! What's going on? Bakura!"

"Calm down, Marik!" Yugi exclaimed, rushing over to the hospital bed and trying to calm down the frantic man. "Bakura is across the hall, he's ok. You're ok!" Marik was still glancing around, eyes full of distrust. "I promise you, it's ok. You're in the hospital."

"How did I get here? Let me see Kura!" he exclaimed, bottom lip poking out slightly.

"You both need your rest, but I'm sure you'll be able to see him in a little bit," Yugi said, trying to sound as comforting as possible. He could definitely tell that something was extremely different about Marik, despite how tall and dangerous he looked. "Listen. We need to know what's the last thing you remember." Marik's frown deepened.

"Darkness," he said, like it was an obvious thing. "That's it. Darkness and Bakura. I want to see Bakura!"

"I promise that you can," Yugi said. "We'll let you rest first. The nurse will bring you food and you have to eat it. Then you can see Bakura."

"Promise?" Marik asked, still frowning. Yugi nodded.

"I promise," he said. He definitely believed Bakura's story now. Only the shadow realm could do this sort of change to the blood thirsty psycho they had known. "Get rest."

Then, Yugi walked out of the room, mouth twisted in confusion as Atem followed him. Atem's eyes were wide.

"That...was weird," he said, not really knowing what else to say but Yugi was at a loss for words.