Okay guys! Here it is. If the font is different, that's because I'm on my laptop. HURRAY FOR SEMI-LONG CHAPTERS! Sorry. So this is chapter 11. By the way 11 & 21 are my favorite numbers, so that's why it's a little bit longer. I do not own anything at all. I wish I did.

Chapter 11- A Night At The Museum

BAKURA'S POV

Yami just stared at me. Just kept on staring at me, in a shocked way I think.

"Well?" I asked with an evil grin on my face.

"Let's go"

We left the apartment, and walked up to a two-story house.

I knocked on the door, and Marik opened it.

"Hey 'Kura!" Marik said all excited. He gave me a kiss on the cheek (shocker).

"Hey Marik. Listen Yami and I need your help with something.

"Oh, of course! Anything for you two! Come on in!" He said all excited once again. He was wearing his purple midriff shirt and some black pants. He let us into his house. I looked at the clock. 8:45 P.M.

"Do you guys want something to drink?" Marik asked.

"Um…..cola?" I asked.

"OH SURE!" Marik quickly ran over to the fridge, grabbed three colas, and we all took one out of his hands.

"So, what can I help you with?" Marik asked while he was playing with the ice in his glass.

"Well, we need to know more about this Sam girl." Yami said.

"Ooh, does Yami have a crush?" Marik said teasingly.

"100 percent NO!" He shouted.

"Well, it's a good thing." Marik said and then took a sip.

"Why is it a good thing?" I asked. I was just as curious as Yami was. Some how I knew this girl. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Because she refuses to date anyone. Apparently her last boyfriend abused her, and the one before that was a traitor." Marik said.

"What?" Yami said. His face had concerned all over, but his eyes said guilt.

"Yea, this 'boyfriend' took her wrist and stabbed her. That's why she always wrapped in bandages, because it always bleeds.

"Oh my" Yami said.

"Yeah she said that she rather die alone then be with friends, because 'Friends always betray you one way or another'". Marik said.

"Who was this boyfriend?" I asked.

Marik shrugged, "Beats me." There was a long pause and awkward silence.

"Why is she at the museum all the time?" Yami blurted out. Frankly I was glad he asked that.

"Well, she did donate this journal thing. It's pretty old. Like your time old. Plus, she's really interested in the whole millennium item thing."

"She donated a journal?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah. Here follow me." We headed up the stairs, and opened a door. It was to his bedroom. There were pictures of him and me all over the place. Even I didn't know he was that obsessed. He opened a duffle bag, and started throwing things left to right.

"Oh no!" Marik whined.

"What's wrong?" Yami asked.

"I must of left it at the museum and my sister has the key."

This was going nowhere. I needed to get to that museum to find out more. I got closer to Marik. I was going to MAKE him to take us. Whether he liked it or not.

"We could always go to the museum." I said sounding as sexy as I could. (Never thought I would say that in 3,000 years.) Yami rolled his eyes in disgust.

"But my sister-"

"Who cares what your sister says?" I grinned evilly.

"You're right. Let's go."

On our way out I heard Yami mumble some words.

"Nice job" He said.

"Why thank you." I said all confidently.

Marik opened the door, and turned on all the lights.

"Here we are!" Marik said.

It was about 10:25 P.M. but I really didn't care.

"I found it!" Marik said. He picked up a book, and dusted it off. He then handed it to me. I opened it up, and right away I noticed it was written in hieroglyphics. Somehow I could easily read and understand it. I read out loud to the two of them:

My life is upside down. My own brother betrayed me. I told him to rescue me, but he refused. I am now in the walls of the very dreaded Thief King."

I stopped. Thief king? I thought.

"Me?" I said. They didn't respond, so I continued on reading:

Even though he has spared my life, I don't trust him at all. For he has killed many people and I don't intend on being another part of his collection of deaths.

I thought to myself How many people DID I kill?

I do wish our Pharaoh would save us. Sometimes I wonder if he actually does care about our people. Why did my father do this to me? He promised me freedom and love one day. This is indeed NOT what I meant. Can anyone even save our people?

~Samalia~

"S…SAMALIA?" Yami shouted in shock.

"That's impossible!" I said in total shock.

"Go to the next page." Yami commanded.

"Fine." I said.

Today was truly one of the most dreaded days of my horrible life. The "Thief King" did what he does best: Betray people.

He wanted me to do some "things" which I refused to do. I tried to get away, so I pulled on his hair to get him off guard. That didn't go so well. He said, "I don't like the way you're acting." He then took my right hand, and twisted it. After that he put it behind my back. I was in pain. After that he took the millennium ring that he STOLE from one of the royal council members. I believe it was a man. He felt my wrist and said, "Nice and tender. The perfect spot." He then took the "needles" of the millennium ring, and inserted them into my wrist. It hurt terribly. I screamed in pain. After that he put the millennium ring on my neck, hoping I would burn or be taken by the shadows. But it just made the mark on my wrist shape in the form of the ring itself. He said, "Interesting. Now you should have that mark for a VERY long time." He left me in the desert to die. No food, and no water. Luckily, I found my way to the palace. But of course, they did not even care. I don't even think they noticed my absence. I swear, I think Father was wrong.

~Samalia~

I dropped the book. I couldn't believe it. It all made sense. She sung those songs for a reason. She TRUSTED me, and I betrayed her. I was the man that stabbed her. I was the one who abused her. I felt ashamed. I felt dirty. I felt useless.

"Hey Marik, I'm here to drop off the-" The voice stopped. I turned my head to see Samalia drop the scrolls. Her eyes were wide, and she had fear all over face. She ran out the door, and for some reason why, I ran after her. That was not easy. She was fast. VERY fast.

"SAMALIA!" I shouted.

She stopped. "My name is S..Sam." Her voice was shaky. I knew that she was scared.

"No it's Samalia! You can't deny your past!"

"Leave me alone!" She shouted, and ran into the night. She was gone. I slumped against a brick wall.

Okay, I never feel emotions. Only hatred really. Then why on Earth did I feel sorry for this girl? That dream I had, was that me and her? Why did she look different? So many questions, but so little answers…

~I was so close to putting something about Yami hating milshakes. XD~

YGOTAS FTW!

New chapter coming soon!