"Can you see anything?" Seto asked impatiently.

Isis sighed as she opened and narrowed her eyes. "Well, It would help if you could be quiet for a few minutes. Besides, I don't even know what this Thief King looks like. I've been living underground remember?"

Seto's eyes widened in realization.

"Right, Sorry." He sighed as took off his hat as he ran his hands through his hair.

"He wears a red robe and his hair is like that of grayed ivory."

Isis nodded as she closed her eyes as she tried to consult her item on the matter of the location of the lost man.

The item glowed for a moment as Isis focused all her attention on the colors red and silver. She searched far and wide but the necklace refused to show her any answers at all. Perhaps she hadn't gained full control of her abilities yet?

"I'm sorry Seto." She took a deep breath. "I couldn't locate him or anyone that fits that description."

"That's Odd." Seto mumbled. "The necklace never fails."

"Perhaps I'm not skilled enough with using it." Isis wondered.

"No you did well. I've seen the Pharaoh himself use it several times to locate a number of criminals. So you did everything correctly….So Why isn't it showing now?" Seto stated his teeth grit together as his fist clenched turning his knuckles white.

"Seto, Why is it so important that we find this Thief King?" Isis asked curiously.

"He's a criminal. It's as simple as that." Seto muttered avoiding her gaze.

"No, There's something more that you're not telling me. What is it?" Isis glared at him.

"I already told you." He scoffed. "He's just a criminal and it's my job to-."

"Don't you dare give me that crap." Isis yelled as she slapped the man before her. "You're lying."

Blue Irises widened as his head tilted slightly as he stumbled back trying to maintain his balance from the unexpected force of impact.

"Wha?!" He questioned as he looked at her confused.

"Now, The Truth Seto." She demanded as she took a seat on her bed, motioning for him to sit next to her. "I'll know if you're lying."

Seto chuckled as he sat down next to her, rubbing his cheek to try to rid himself of the red mark.

"Looks like you saw something after all." He muttered. "Now who's calling who the liar?"

Isis simply glared at the man, refusing to even dignify his remark with a response.

After a moment of silence she spoke, her tone was that of a calmed firmness.

"I know with whom I'm dealing with. There's something much larger going on than what you say and I want to know what the hell it is."

Seto stayed silent for a moment, blinking at her for a moment before muttering.

"I should have known." He shook his head. "There's no point in hiding anything from you anymore."

He sighed as he started to speak about the Pharaoh and how strangely his beloved leader was acting.

The two sat in complete and utter silence for the past hour.

"So, What's it going to be? Are you gonna accept my offer?" The blonde smirked, feeling rather smug about this.

"And Why should I agree to anything with you? I don't even know your name!" The white-haired boy pointed out as he slowly slid away from the blonde. His gray eyes promised danger, as if daring the other to come closer.

"My name is of no consequence. I shall help you regain your memories and in exchange you shall work for me." Marik stated in all seriousness.

"What kind of work?" the escapee asked, narrowing his eyes slightly in suspicion.

"You shall become my loyal companion." The blonde declared, his eyes a brilliant amethyst that shone with nothing short of sincerity.

Bakura stared at the blonde boy. He could have sworn he had seen a hint of something else in the boy's words and a certain glint in his eyes that had suddenly disappeared from his features. At first he thought the other was joking but after a few moments of silence that hung in the air, he quickly realized that he had been quite serious.

"I'm to become your companion. That's all?" The red-robed boy asked still not completely trusting the other.

Marik laughed as he sensed the other's apprehension. "Yes, That's all. It'll get lonely down here if I'm all by myself anyways. I'll drive myself slap insane if I'm trapped down here without someone to talk to. Who knows, we might have some fun while we search for your memories."

Bakura stared at him for a moment.

"So what do you say?" the blonde asked holding out his hand for the other to take. "After all, what have you got to lose?"

"Nothing apparently." Bakura sighed as he took the other's hand shaking it in agreement.

"Good." Marik nodded smiling slightly. "You may call me Marik."

"Do you think that having someone around will get rid of me?"

Shut up….You don't exist…You're just an imagined voice.

"You think that you could use that man as your new shield. Ha, your sister hardly kept me at bay and no you're trying it with a complete stranger that could be just as much detriment to you as I am. Marik you are clearly a Fool."

No….Shut Up….I won't allow you to have control. Not again. Not after…that night.

Suddenly the color red completely overtook Marik's vision, Taking him to another time and place.

His hands had been stained with blood, the smell of it made him sick as the sound of dripping liquid reached his ears. It had been like this when he had come to, he had no recollection of the moments before he saw the horrible red that coated his hands as well as his clothes. Then a shriek hit his ears as he turned to see his sister standing in the corner, a look of pure horror on her face with tears at the edges of her eyes.

"W-what happened?" He had whimpered, afraid of the unknown reasons that he sat there on the cold stone floor that night.

His sister just gasped as she looked at what he could only guess was something behind him. He slowly started to turn to see what was upsetting his sister. Before he had turned around completely he was suddenly grabbed into a hug and forced to look forward again.

"Don't look…" his sister had choked out between sobs as she cradled him.

He slowly turned again feeling pulled away as Isis had refused to let him go. Urgency suddenly ran through his veins as his mind could only come up with a few possibilities of what lied behind him. He abruptly turned his body forcing himself away from her and to look directly into the face of his father, who lied dead, slumped up against a wall with a pool of blood surrounding the bearded man's body.

The blonde's mind reeled as he tried to make sense of it all. Hadn't his father been alive just a few minutes ago, standing there talking to them? What had happened?

Then he looked down at his hands and then he reached up to his face as realization made itself known in his mind. He had murdered his father. The blonde screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks, his hands running over his face, coating it too with the sinful red before he lurched forward. He coughed as the contents of his stomach emerged as he hurled onto the floor in front of him.

That was when the voice had first appeared to him.

"Foolish man." It had said. "He wanted to keep us locked up here forever. That imbecile….shall never threaten us ever again."

W-who are you?

"So you can hear me now can you?" It chuckled. "Better late than never I suppose."

Y-You killed him.

"Yes….We did."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Marik screamed as he jolted awake, tears streamed down his face as he wiped them with his arm, he grimaced at the cold clammy feel his arms had adopted from his nightmare. He sighed as he looked down towards the edge of the bed, where he noticed two gray-eyes peering over the foot of the bed up at him.

"What are you doing?" the blonde asked in a harsh whisper, glaring at the other boy.

"I'm supposed to be your loyal companion right?" The man stood, the moonlight illuminating him, as he walked around to the side of the bed and sat down beside the blonde.

"Yeah, so? What does that have anything to do with this?" Marik seethed, facing away from the robed man.

"Well, Wouldn't a companion be concerned for his partner?" The white-haired teen whispered gently as he averted his gaze to the side, a slight tint on his cheeks.

The blonde's eyes widened at the soft spoken words and turned to look over at the former prisoner. What he saw truly amazed and mesmerized him. The man sitting beside him was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. The moonlight that cascaded down through the bars caused the man's hair to become a sparkling silver that complemented his perfectly tan complexion. His robe hung open slightly, due to what Marik could only guess was rushed dressing, showing his slim build. The man looked disheveled but due to his scrappy appearance and suspicious personality seemed to suit him quite well.

Marik suddenly shook his head snapping himself out of his thoughts and averted his gaze to the side as he started to feel heat rise to his cheeks dusting them with a slight pink tone.

"I-I guess." Marik stammered as he tried to keep his voice level.

Bakura couldn't help but notice the forced voice and turned to see that the blonde was blushing as well. He smiled and slowly reached a hand around the boy's shoulders. "It'll be alright." He whispered. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

Marik slowly shook his head. Bakura nodded and turned to stand before his sleeve was grabbed, pulling him back down.

"Please…" The blonde whispered, tears started pricking the edges of his eyes again threatening to come out. "Stay…"

Bakura smiled gently at the blonde before sitting back down. As soon as he had, the blonde leaned against his chest, his eyes widened to notice that the boy was trembling. Was this because he had started to leave? Was the thought of being alone that scary to the blonde? What could it have been to have frightened the other so much that he didn't want to be left alone? Bakura shook his head and slowly started to run his hand over the boy's hair as he tried to calm the boy down.

He's so different….earlier he acted like he was in charge of things but now…..he's so fragile like if I make a wrong move he'll shatter to pieces. Just what have I gotten myself into?

It wasn't long after that that the two fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

"I see…" Isis muttered. "Now this makes a lot more sense."

"So will you help me?" Seto asked beseechingly.

"Seto, You must choose your own path. This connection that you have to the one called Bakura is none of my business however I suggest you continue your investigation in order to find him. I, however have a different path from you that I must follow. Aside from this, I will not assist you with this endeavor. I'm sorry Seto, But this is for the best."

Isis stated looking down into her lap before lifting her gaze to fall on the Priest.

"Don't let anyone stop you from the path you choose….No matter what." She smiled as she led him towards her door.

"I bid you good night Isis and Thanks for all that you could do." He smiled softly.

"You're welcome Seto. I'm sorry that I couldn't do more."

Seto nodded as the door softly shut behind him and so he started on his way down the long corridor.

I will find Bakura and I will discover what befalls the Pharaoh. Those two things I am certain are connected….Now that I know Isis has something to do with it, I must continue on alone. I must find out the darkest of secrets and bring them into the light.

"I will find out, even if it means going against Atem." He whispered as he entered his room.

Here's Chapter 4!

I hope you like it :D

Ooooohhh things just got interesting. *Plotting is afoot...Muahahaha*

Yami Marik appears!

OMG...Marik had an ulterior motive. (Sort of...^^;)

Awwwww...and thus they fell asleep in each other's arms.

What's up with Isis and her Secretive self? Seto's probably all like "Damn her and her Vagueness."

What will Seto do now with this new information?

Find out! Next Time on Forgotten Memories.

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