AN: Hey, guess what? i've actually updated XD sorry its been so long since my last update all the same i hope you enjoy the chapter. Also (to state the obvious) I DO NOT own the characters, i merely came up with the plot for this fic.

Also a big thankyou to PeachyStone, Daring Shadow and all those who had been reading n reviewing this story, hopefully some of you still remain XD

Chapter 21

"What's the big deal?!" Bakura damned as he chucked on some clothes, wondering if Marik fucked the younger blonde that night; it would explain for his absence at this pointless gathering so early in the morning.
"You're taking me back that's what!" Joey retorted,
"Well not exactly," Mokuba interjected seeing as Bakura looked like he was in the mood for killing someone, "you'll be coming to big brothers place," he told Joey,
"What! Why on earth would I ever want to go and see the Priest!?" Joey barked, but suddenly laughed, "oh yeh I forgot I have to tell him something," he added in a slightly more serious tone, Mokuba gave him a suspicious look.
"These two are coming to make sure you don't escape so even though you mightn't be able to see them know that they can see you," he added pointing back at Marik and Bakura."Ready?" Mokuba asked turning impatiently to the two older guys as Marik threw on a cloak and headed out first.

"What about the younger blonde? Malik?" Ryou asked timidly, not sure what the boys name was as with all the commotion they had yet to be introduced.
"Don't know what happened to him, only Marik would know that but he's gone," Bakura responded plainly as he looked out the back of the temple where he had left the two of them alone that night. Had Marik snapped and killed the boy? No. That wasn't likely.

"It's probably best he stays hidden wherever he is," Mokuba started, speaking as if he thought Malik was listening in on them from somewhere, "he's quite well known and would be easily recognised which would cause problems for all of us," he added before walking out of the temple with Joey; Ryou and Bakura followed a few minutes latter.

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Malik woke with a start, sitting bolt upright while shielding his eyes from the suns bright light. Had he really slept in this late? He looked around the garden by the pool where he had fallen asleep last night. He had planned on getting up a lot earlier than this. He wanted to see Marik to make him listen to him even if it was only for a few minutes. Last night, what happened last night… things didn't go how he had planned them to go, how he wanted things to turn out but, then again what did he really want. What had he really expected Marik to do when he confronted him.

Emerging from the garden and entering the temple Marik was now residing in with Bakura and that other white haired boy he found the empty vibe of the place odd. Swiftly he moved through hallways, senses alert, scanning for any form of life. He couldn't find anyone, not even the Wheeler guy; the place was empty. Had the High Priest and his men found them here and handed them over to the pharaoh? No, that didn't seem likely. If a meeting like that had happened a lot more blood and bodies would have littered the temple.

Malik sighed leaning against the doorway leading into the room Marik was obviously using. It was empty. Just like all the others; everyone was gone. He gazed around the room sadly. Mariks usual tattered cloak was missing as was his sword and most of the other weapons. Was he out on another one of his killing missions? But it was bright daylight and after last night followers of the Pharoah would be heavily guarded not to mention patrols of guards searching the city for them.

Damit! Malik cursed in his mind. Marik was too reckless, he had to find him. Malik dashed out of the room and into another he recognised as one of Bakuras storage rooms; it would have what he needed. Dressed in a set of more inconspicuous items of clothing found in the room and armed with the dagger Marik had given him when he had first ran away, Malik left the temple. He had a bad feeling. A feeling that had continuously been eating away at him since he returned last night wounded and bleeding and then with what happened in the pool, the things he had said to him. Malik paused as he moved along the streets he had a feeling that if he didn't do something Marik wouldn't last much longer in this world and then nothing would be resolved.

He entered the main market place of Cairo only hen realising that he had no idea where to start his search. Wandering aimlessly down streets, through alleys trying to avoid being seen by the guards the patrolled the area. Only then realising they were looking for not only Marik and Bakura but most probably himself as well.

The sun had long since reached its peak in the daytime sky when Malik collapsed against the brick wall of a dwelling in a secluded alleyway. It was no use, he had searched and searched but no sign of any of them, he had even looked for Bakura's contact, Duke's stall but he was nowhere to be seen. Malik slammed his fist against the wall, useless, he was utterly useless. He didn't know what to do now and it frustrated him. He had worked so hard and so long to get to this point and now, now what did he have to show for it!? He sighed, maybe he should go back to the temple and wait, someone would be bound to come back sooner or later, but…

Malik felt himself suddenly lurched backwards as a strong arm wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his side so he couldn't fight back and a hand over his mouth so he couldn't call out for help. He had gone and done it now, he really was useless, thinking he could save Marik.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
Malik's eyes opened wide, that voice…

AN: Sorry if my chapter wasnt up to standard it mainly serves the purpose of connecting the prior chapters of the fic to what will come in future chapters. Though also to help me get back into writting this story.

Thankyou once again to the readers and those who reviewed