Well, it is pretty neat, I guess, Moriah thought to herself.

She looked down into the box , seeing a brown leather band inside.

Oh, it comes with a bracelet! Nala's faint voice spoke.

Moriah picked up the bracelet and clipped it around her wrist. Then, she clipped the charm onto the small hook.

At last!

Moriah gasped and looked around, searching for the loud yet familiar voice. Her father was staring hard at the tv as if waiting for Pegasus to just pop out of it. Besides the two of them, there was no one around them. Rikki was out shopping with her work friends, Ishizu was still at work and Odion was getting the boys from their after school activities. Yet, the voice was oddly familiar to her...

At last! The Voice shouted again and Moriah twitched in pain. Her head grew heavy and sore, her muscles tensed, she felt as if she was going to throw up. Taking deep breath's in a vain attempt to ease the sudden pain, Moriah's vision faded in and out of focus.

"What the...Nala..." Moriah whispered, confused on how Nala's voice was much louder than usual. Then she felt pressure on her head, her insides were burning, her hands started shaking, her throat tightening. Moriah hissed in pain and grasped her head tightly, through the pain, she tried to figure out what was happening to her. It was like no illness she has ever endured. She backed up, trying to keep herself quite and hidden from her father. But the pain grew stronger with each passing moment, it was unbearable and excruciating.

Moriah wondered if her skull was squeezing her brain, and her muscles were pulling at the tendons, a twisted, morbid puppet with an invisible puppeteer at the strings. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and gasping for breath. Her vision went dark and a dark figure appeared before her in the darkness, the figure was blurry, but Moriah could make out that the person had similar white blond hair and tan skin. The figure was facing her with pitch black eyes and it's mouth was opened.

LET ME IN!

Moriah screamed, her vision went dark and her body fell backwards.

"Moriah!" Marik shouted, running to her. Gently he lifted up her head, making sure she wasn't bleeding, then his hand touched her forehead.

"Marik, I'm home." Rikki shouted, walking into the house. She looked down and noticed Moriah on the ground. Her gold eyes looked up at him baffled. " Uh, mind telling me what's going on? Don't tell me she hurt herself during another workout. How many times must I tell the both of you? She's a lady-"

"I don't know, she just fainted." Marik interrupted, removing his hand. He was relieved when he noticed she was still breathing, but her eyes were still shut. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He looked up at Rikki, who was just as dumbfounded as he. Then he thought about Odion and Ishizu. " She'll be ok, I think. I'll ask Odion and Sis when they get back. Better get her to bed-"

Before he knew it, Moriah's eye lids shot open. A dark presence washed over Marik's heart, a terrifying wave of blackness he had forgotten about for years. One of them were Moriah's eyes, her hazel eyes were darker then usual, almost a golden brown. She sat up, remained silent, lifted her hand and twisted it back and forth as if searching for a mark.

An villainous grin spread across her pale pink lips. "At last...full control once again." Her voice was deep and dark, almost similar to Esdras'.

"That's not funny." Marik stated, shaking his head. "You've pulled a lot of jokes before, but this went too far."

"Silence!" She shouted, shoving him back. Marik adjusted himself, staring at his daughter with shock. Was Moriah trying to play around with them? She's been known to be the comedian of the children with her almost constant pranks on Esdras, pulling jokes with Ishizu, and sneaking up on Romulus. But she knew where to tow the line.

Moriah looked at him with a dark expression. Marik stood tall, towering over her, asserting his authority. The smile remained unchanged. "You are as foolish as ever. It's obvious you don't recognize a part of yourself, Marik." She paused, placing her hands on her hips. "Tell me, where is the Pharaoh residing? Surely, since our last encounter was during the tournament, I doubt he is still residing in that little boy."

Pharaoh. Tournament.

Fear shot up Marik's spine , a cold rush flowed through his blood stream. He found himself wallowing in his distant memories of his father, battling Yugi and the Pharaoh, all those he has hurt to get what he wanted..

Marik shook his head in disbelief.

"You..." Marik stared in horror, seeing a younger, angrier version of himself in place of his daughter. "That damn spirit."

"Ah, about time." Spirit began to play with Moriah's hair...like it was his own...twirling it around and around on a slim, tan finger.

"Rikki, stand outside." Marik demanded, standing between her and Moriah.

"No, I will make sure she gets punished for being a clown. Hey!" In a blink of an eyes, Marik had grabbed Rikki's arm and pulled her outside. She pulled at his fingers until he released her. "How dare you! I need to punish her! She needs-"

"Ricarda! Now is not the time-stop!" Marik shouted, surprised at how fast Rikki was in heels. Almost right as he released her arm did Rikki spin around and made a quick dash into the house. Quickly, Marik followed behind her and grabbed her arm.

"No!" She shouted in his face, staring firmly into his eyes, daring him to pull her away again.

The Spirit laughed an amused laugh. Marik released Rikki's arm and stood in front of Mori...the Spirit. He narrowed his violet eyes at her, watching every move the Spirit makes. The Spirit spun back and forth, dancing and taunting both him and Rikki.

"How is this possible ?" Marik believed he and the Pharaoh banished the dark spirit to the Shadow Realm so many years ago. All those years he spent in freedom, falling in love, having three children, starting his own life, were now shrouded in utter darkness. The darkness was lurking, patiently waiting for his chance to return.

"How are you still alive?" Marik demanded. "I banished you!"

"You didn't think I was foolish enough to show my full self during our time with the Pharaoh, did you?" The Spirit walked over and sat on the wooden chair, crossing his...her...legs. "I had to make sure that a part of me was left behind so that I may continue what I started."

"Why my daughter? Why not take over my body again?"

"Why not your daughter?" She grinned, leaning back in the chair and stretched her arms. She ran her finger's through her hair. Her stomach exposed, making Marik's anger grow. "So nice to have a body again." Marik's heart began to ache at the thought of Moriah suffering because of the Spirit, trapping her mind in the vast shadows. No doubt, she was seeing everything that was happening; the way she spoke, the way the Spirit bullied her parents, how her body was moving.

But she had no control.

Moriah is his only daughter, the bond he shared with her was a much stronger relationship than he ever shared with his sister or his brother. For a time, while Rikki and Marik were going through a rough patch, Moriah was his only means to keep thriving, to better himself as both a man and as a human. As years passed, the bond only grew stronger. Moriah sighed, setting the chair back down on all fours. "I was created from the hate in your heart. But now you are too strong, you're heart is too full of that sick light of love that I can't control. In fact, it was the very thing that nearly terminated me. When I had enough strength to see through your mind, what shall I behold but that of restless baby rolling around in her crib. At that moment, I knew I had to do what I must in order to survive. So, I used up what strength I had left to move on to your darling daughter, feeding off the years of hate in her heart."

"Hate?" Rikki asked, confused.

"Come now, you don't honestly believe that she's as light hearted as your husband is do you, mother?" The Spirit said the last word in a mocking tone. Rikki stiffened her spine, refusing to let the Spirit intimidate her. As firmly and coldly as she could, Rikki stared down the Spirit. The Spirit shook a finger at her. "That trick does not work on me, woman. How pathetic! You are utterly blind! The hate in her heart is mainly about you."

"Excuse me?"

"Rikki, don't." Marik spoke, keeping his attention on the Spirit. "This is not our daughter-"

"No, Marik. Our daughter would not dare speak to her mother in such a tone. And she, most certainly, would not blame me for something that she is doing or has done."

"You always blamed her for things she never did!" The Spirit shouted, standing up and shoving Rikki back. Rikki gasped, falling backwards and into Marik's arms. Marik pulled her up to her feet, her hand over her rapidly beating heart, her calm demeanor had vanished. Marik pulled her into his arms, holding her protectively. The smile was gone, the Spirit bared her pearl white teeth. "You wanted to raise her to be like you! Lady-like with adult responsibilities, parental responsibilities, everything you were not! And you knew she would never become that woman if she continued wearing dark clothes, defiant, independent even from you! You were never proud of her, you could never find it in your heart to respect her, you spend every minute of every day at work, and all she ever wanted was your respect." The Spirit punched a vase, shattering it into pieces on the floor. Rikki screamed, covering her mouth with a shaky hand. " But did you give that to her? No, you looked the other way! Nothing she ever did nor could ever do would live up to your standards. Moriah would rather die than be like you!"

"That's enough!" Marik shouted, pushing Rikki behind him.

The Spirit's words hung heavily in the air, tears built in Rikki's eyes, her heart was heavy and hurt like every beat was a stab. She scrambled her mind for any memory of when she was encouraging, a moment where she witnessed her children succeed at something besides school work, a second where she wasn't focused on her cases and clients. When no such memory came to her, Rikki dropped to her knees, holding herself.

"I would never...but I...I..."Rikki fell silent, ashamed and hurt all at once.

"Do you understand now?" The Spirit asked, taking a deep breath, straitening her dark blue shirt. " Her life is torment enough without you berating and jeering her at every corner. The kids at school already think she's a freak, the teacher's believe she's a trouble maker, nearly everyday she's bullied and teased. Then she comes home to you!" The Spirit pointed to Rikki." You, who always abuses her. You, who only demean her! You, who is her only mother, can only care of how she makes you look to the people at the office! You, who she wants to respect her daughters wishes! You, who's only daughter wants her mothers love!"

" Stop! Just stop!" Rikki screamed, covering her ears. A tear slid down her rose red cheek, her face felt hot against the ends of her palms, her teeth grinded together. "I am not a horrible mother! I'm just trying to raise her..."

"Oh I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong." The Spirit had a dark, craze look in her eye and a lopsided smile. Rikki gasped and looked up, expecting to find the Spirit's face. Instead, she found Marik's bright eyes looking into hers with heavy concern. The fear and shame slowly melted down, forming a large rock in her gut. A lump formed in her throat, her body trembled, more tears threatened to appear, Rikki, suddenly, found it hard to breath. Pinching his lips together, Marik covered her ear's with his hands, as if he could protect her from any more damage. " Keep doing it, mother dearest, I insist." The Spirit spread out her arms and raised her head. "Keep making your dear Moriah Ishizu Ishtar angry, give her more reasons to hate you. For the angrier she gets, the stronger I become."

"Get out of my daughter!" Marik shouted, standing up and facing the Spirit again, pure anger in his eyes that seemed to only amused the Spirit even more. "Leave her alone!"

"No, actually, I plan on staying around for awhile. Ah!" The Spirit suddenly shouted, grasping her head. "What is happening?"

Marik watched the Spirit twist and turn, holding her head, howling like a demon. He narrowed his eyes, studying the Spirit. The Spirit's howl's seemed to be lighter than her actual voice. Marik caught a glimpse of the Spirit's eyes, seeing they had gone lighter again.

But only for a moment. Then, everything fell silent.

"Rotten child." The Spirit breathed, resting her hand against her right eye. "It would seem that Moriah still has fire in her spirit, making it harder to control her. No matter, she can't get rid of me."

"I'll find a way to get you out of her." Marik growled. " I promise you, I will not have my daughter suffer. I got rid of you before, I sure as hell will do it again!"

"Oh no, you most certainly will not." The Spirit stated, walking towards the broken vase and picked up a broken shard." You see, with your daughters body and mind under my control, I can make her do anything I wish." A sinister grin appeared on her lips, a dark look crossed her eyes. Marik's confidence dropped and his anger turned ice cold when the Spirit hovered the sharp edge over Moriah's wrist.

"Don 't!" Marik shouted, taking a step forward and Spirit took a step back, still holding the shard dangerously close to her wrist. Adrenaline pumped through his body, waiting for the Spirit to slit Moriah's wrist, what the Spirit would do after that was something Marik could only imagine. Realizing he had no choice, he backed up and lowered down to console Rikki. "Good. You understand now? Try to do anything to me, and poor Moriah pays the price."

Marik felt helpless, pure hatred boiled in his gut. Then, he heard car doors closed and faint voices.

The Spirit lowered the glass shard down and looked back at Marik. "For now, I'll let you be with her. Until then..." The Spirit spread out her arms and lifted her head up. A moment later, Moriah fell backwards and landed hard on the ground.

Breathing heavily and shakily, Marik slowly walked over to her, making sure that the Spirit was gone. The Spirit wasn't really evil to him, not until the tournament, his wicked deeds were more towards the Pharaoh and his friends. However, that was long ago when the Spirit was stronger and confident in his abilities in both mind controlling and in his duels. What would happen to Moriah if she wasn't careful? What would the Spirit do if it became desperate and weak?

"Oh, my daughter." Marik whispered, taking Moriah into his arms. "I'm so sorry, I brought this on you."

Marik hated himself. He felt so worthless, so pathetic, so helpless. He had to do something to help Moriah. He knew this was his fault. What can he do?