Going soft the says. Getting weak and-and affectionate eh? Becoming a pathetic excuses for a yami huh? How dare my little light tell Ryou all of these things over the phone, behind my back? How could be say such filth and lies? I'm not soft, weak, affectionate or pathetic!

"I can't believe he told Bakura that he loved him, what a lie! Marik can't love anything let alone feel it." The blonde hikari shifted on the couch and crossed his legs. The phone moved from one hand to the other as he tilted his head, pressing the device up to his ear.

Malik had been talking to Ryou for just over half an hour now. All their pointless talk had been about me and Bakura. The proper way of saying that would be 'Bakura and I' but in my world, I am the most important thing in it of course.

"What? Don't you think I know what my darker self can and can not feel? He came from me after all!" Now my hikari was raising his voice to Ryou eh? Still dissing me of course… I could feel a frown tugging at my lips as I continued to peer out though the staircase pillars.

"Bakura is trying to hurt him and Marik's stupid enough to fall for it, Ryou! I keep trying to tell him that Bakura is just messing with his mind but do you think he listens? OF COURSE NOT!" Kura wasn't using me. No one was ever that foolish to try and mess with my mind and emotions because that would result in death. How could anyone be so dumb as to try and pull that?

"So you admit that Bakura is up to something?" Malik's expression on his face turned into more of a pleased then annoyed look. "Him and Marik have been to chummy lately and that bugs me and I bet it concerns you as well.." He paused for half a second for a response I assume sine he then grinned. "See, I'm never wrong about these things."

Malik's voice was beginning to bug me. He sounded so smug, like he knew everything there was to know about me. Sure he'd be the closest to know and most likely but still! He didn't know everything about me! Like my blood fetish; he has no idea why I crave to see just the mere sight of the crimson liquid!

That was enough of this talk; I was done with my eavesdropping. Done listening to my annoying other's voice and tired of being dogged on about! He still had no right or calling me such things. That-That dumb ass!

I stood up from my hiding place on the stairs and loudly walked down them. Making sure each step could be hear on my way down. Ignoring my hikari's gaze, I made way for the front door. There was something that needed to be looked into.. I had to see if this was true for myself..

"Marik? Where you listening to me this whole time?" The other tan teen questioned. His voice shaking slightly as if in fear but his tone was more pissed. "That's called eavesdropping!" he sneered. I swear his voice was getting tighter as I reached the door and opened it wide.

With not even one glance back, I walked out and closed the door without slamming it. The gods knew I wanted to slam the cursed door behind me and make as much noise as I damned well pleased but.. Closing it lightly without saying one word would have more effect then doing the things he expected from me. After all, I wanted to be everything but what Malik had called me.

"I'll show you I don't love anyone or anything Malik.. I'm not soft and pathetic like you." the words slipped out. Heated and uncontrollable as ever while I walked down the street. I was sure Malik was going to try and stop me soon from doing something 'stupid'. Well he could kiss my ass!

"Where the fuck am I going?" I hissed to myself. "This is the way to Bakura's!" Why the hells was I heading in that direction? Maybe it was because… I had nowhere else in mind that I could go without getting myself lost. So that was it, I made way to Bakura's place.

Malik's voice reverberated in my skull. All those things he said ran though my head. Those vile words; calling me weak, pathetic, stupid even! He was the stupid one! That weakling hikari was so damn bitchy!

"Bakura would never pull something like that to me.. SO FUCK YOU MALIK! WHY CAN'T YOU STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE?"

"Havin' hikari trouble eh?" I couldn't help but cringe at the words I just heard. I knew only of one person who spoke so poorly. That being none other then Joey Wheeler. "I asked ya a question numb nuts," he sneered.

Sighing deeply, I turned to face the runt; he was sitting on top of a brick wall at the end of a driveway. A leg dangling over one side with the other pulled up, both arms wrapped around the one leg. What the heck could he want from me? He hated me more then my hikari did if that were possible. I did try to kill him and his friends during battle city.

"I don't want to talk to you Wheeler so go bark else where." I turned around to walk off only to hear the thud of something hitting the ground and then not long after was grabbed on one shoulder, only to be turned around to face him once more.

"I'm not a mutt, jackass! I was only trying to help ya but you behaving this way makes things not so easy." Why did everyone seem to ramble on any more about trying to be 'nice' or 'helpful'? I bet Ryou put him up to this! He was the only one ever to be nice to me and not want anything in return but that itself made me pissed. How could he stand being so disgustingly sweet? It was sickening!

"I don't want your help. I don't want anyone's help!" I couldn't resist it. I HAD to obey my shoulder demon, every time I did it always delivered as promised and it felt great! "But if you really want to help me Wheeler… You can go to hell!" Before he could even have a chance to respond, I whipped out the millennium rod and bashed him over the head.

Amazingly, he didn't yelp or make much of a noise as he fell to the ground on his knees. This was disappointing as hell! I picked the millennium item up again and brought it down upon his cranium once more. This time he crippled over and lay flat on the ground in a heap. Why didn't he make noise? Why was there no lovely blood? Everything was disappointing!

"GAH!" I hissed out in frustration as the handle of my millennium rod slipped off into one of my hands. This Jersey punk needed to die for my amusement! I needed to see something red, blood to be more precise. Someone had to die today and soon!

A devilish smirk tugged fiercely at my lips as I knelt down only to drag the other up with me as I stood back up to my feet. Joey's shirt was curled un in my fist as I looked him over briefly. He would make a wonderful sacrifice for the most important god of all… Myself.

The blade of the rod was striking down but instead of cold blade driving down into the blonde idiot's heart, it slipped out of my grasp. This shock made my hand jerk up and accidentally punch Wheeler in his unconscious face.

"Ah! No, no, no Marik… No getting blood on my millennium items without my permission.." This voice was familiar and for a good reason. I dropped the mutt on purpose, unable to grin as he fell soundlessly onto the ground. The only noise he made at all would have been the groan that came after he hit.

"The millennium rod is MINE Bakura, it is not yours." How could he think else wise? He didn't win it in our deal about the pharaoh. The only prizes he won from that was me telling him that I loved him and the millennium puzzle. There was nothing else to that deal for if he won! If only he would have failed instead. He would have to be my loyal pet, now and forever but no.. He just had to bloody win!

"Hush Marik.. I've heard about your little dispute with Malik and you should know this. He is looking for you right now. He said he wanted to apologize or something like that," the thief muttered under his breath. His arms crossing over with the rod held tightly in one hand.

"Apologize? HA! He probably wants to have me back and rip my head off for eaves dropping on him but he shouldn't have been talking about me! He should have kept his putrid mouth shut!" I was fuming mad. Malik always had a knack for pissing me off and he was flipping good at it!

"You need to calm down Marik.. Malik is just a pain.. Remember our agreement? I know it was from WAY back but we both agreed on it. 'Nothing matters' remember that?" The white haired yami replied as his arms unfolded and one went around my waist to pull me closer. "And I found the flaw in that.. If nothing matters and nothing is something then that means something does matter! Your own words are band together to prove you wrong! Heh, isn't that just grand?" His voice had a dark laugh to it even though his face seemed rather cheery. He was amusing himself, that bastard!

"Leave me alone Bakura!" I hissed. Right now I didn't need this. I didn't want anyone to talk to, not that I have been denied my kill. That and he had taken my rod away but I still had a piece of it, the cover for the dagger was still in my hands. I would use that against him if I found it necessary and my shoulder demon was tugging at the collar of my shirt with both of his grimy hands. He wanted blood shed even if it was to be that or the closest person I had to a friend and perhaps.. No.. He was nothing more. No matter what I might have said before…

Kura eyes narrowed down on my own as he seemed to be thinking to himself silently. What he was thinking of, I had no clue, nor did I care right now. I was to pissed to give a rat's ass. Why couldn't anyone understand that I just wanted to be alone and kill someone or something. I didn't care if all I had to kill would be nothing more then a helpless kitten or a mangy rat. Whatever it was didn't matter, I just wanted to steal the life from it, and shed it's blood however far I could get it to go.

"You need to relax. Remember my dear friend. You love me.. So since you love me you'll do as I ask of you." Wait one bloody second! THAT COULDN'T BE RIGHT! THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL THAT THAT COULD BE RIGHT!

"Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" I couldn't resist, I raised up one hand and cracked Bakura across the face with my one open hand. The action was not thought out at all, it just happened on its on with a small push from my own inner demons.

The thief king turned his head back slightly to face me again and stared with a clear expression of rage on his pale face. Well, once pale face, my blow seem to have made the side of his face a deep rose color. I felt no pain from the action, just the opposite. It was making me feel better.. So much better to let my anger out…

Ra, I needed to hurt something. And all I had with me was an unconscious street punk and a thief. Heh.. For no real idea, I moved closer and captured his lips with my own and enjoyed the feeling they gave me. The same feeling they had given me each time they touched mine.

Bakura gave off a small moan, or at least it sounded like one. He was only hurting himself, he wanted to have me 'love' him but how could I possibly feel such an emotion? I couldn't feel anything but the emotions Malik gave me, so that's all I've been hearing all day! Why not prove them right? I could easily do that… So very easily…

"MARIK! DON'T!" screamed the high pitched voice of my hikari. I would never mistake his voice for anyone else's. The casing of the millennium rod was risen up and since Bakura was starting to get suspicious of my actions, I pressed the sharp end point up against his back. No gasped came for him but his eyes did wonder off to the side. I had betrayed his trust just like my hikari wanted. Just like what everyone expected from me. I hope their all fucking happy now because this was it, this is where I relieve my anger and prove that I, Marik could not love anyone…

"Sorry Marik.. I can't let you kill me without a fight and I'm afraid the fight is over before it had the chance to begin… If only you didn't betray me," Kura murmured lightly. I had no idea what he was talking about as I started to dig the case into the other's back only to see that the further it went in, the darker my vision was getting.

I couldn't stop here, I had to kill Bakura but part of me didn't want to. I loved Bakura.. No I didn't! I couldn't have but then why was this hurting me more as the object went further into him? There was a shuddering silence that was soon disrupted by the loud sweeping coming from my hikari as things went darker.

"…Marik.. No.. Bakura you didn't… No.."

I had little time to look down to see that crimson blood running down my chest from where the dagger of the rod had went in. the axe-like head of the item the only part sticking out from the front of me. Everything was hurting and then going numb. He had stabbed me though the heart…

"I love you Marik.. But you crossed the line… But don't worry, I still want your heart so instead of going to rest in the peacefulness of hell… I'm going to let you rot in the shadow realm for all eternity in your own personal hell… Maybe one day we can meet again but that is a very unlikely fate…"

I wanted to say something but no words came out and just breathing was getting to stressful for me.. I fought on but could not win this fight..

"You chose this fate Marik, I just wish you would have made a better decision.." The yami lent my head up against his chest lightly and stroked the top of my head. "I'm sorry…"

The sound of metal hitting the cement sidewalk caught my ears as I closed my eyes. When I opened them up again, I was no longer in the real world but trapped now in the realm of darkness.. My wound had healed but my rod was gone. Also., I was now alone… Forever alone except for the sound of the tortured souls groaning in the background…

(Yes.. I killed Marik.. But this is not the last chapter even if you wish it were. I have one more up my sleeve! I am sorry if this chapter wasn't as good as some of my others... But please, do not flame me, you may however leave any comments that you wish. Good or bad... Anyway, since you took the time to read this I will thank you. So thanks for reading...)