Hi everyone! I'm really in the mood for updating, so I'm going to put out another part! I think we need to get Ryou some more attention, and not just from you guys—from Marik-sama too! 3 And by the way, when this series comes to an end (yes, it's going to happen eventually), there will be…. *gasp* A sequel! Yes, it's true! I have the first few chapters planned out in my head. I think you'll all be happy with it when it comes out. So, that's something to look forward to. Anyways, enjoy! And of course, my kitty says to please review!

I laid in bed, my rear end sore from Bakura's brutal attacks on it. He slept soundly beside me, a satisfied look on his face. I felt tears come to my eyes for the umpteenth time. As soon as I was strong enough, Bakura had me discharged from the hospital. I was still under his control, the control of the Sennen Ring. I never even knew the Ring could control people.

Now, every night was a sex fest for Bakura. He could go for hours without climaxing; it hurt so bad that I couldn't even get a hard on. I was broken…. I missed Marik. I didn't know why, but I did. He was always on my mind.

Reaching up to scratch an itch on my nose, I realized that the Ring's spell over me was broken. I carefully got out of bed and limped to the door, ready to make my escape, when a quiet tapping on the door caught my attention.

I turned to catch a glimpse of a mess of sandy blonde spikes, and my heart leapt into my throat. Could it be…?

I rushed over to the window, being as quiet as I could and ignoring the searing pain coming from my behind. Yes, it was! There was no mistaking that hair, or those eyes! I slid open the window and stuck my head out into the cool night air.

"M-Master!" I whispered. Marik was perched on top of a ladder that was leaned against the outside of the house. It was quite romantic, actually, the whole situation. I was taken aback by his appearance, however. He was gaunt and dirty, and he looked emotionally drained.

"Ryou… I'm so glad you're okay…" He said gently. "I had to make sure…."

"What happened to you, Master…?" I asked, reaching out and cupping his face with my hand. "How did you find me?"

"I went to the hospital and asked about you. The doctors told me about how Bakura seemed to tame you, and I just had a feeling…." I noticed that the Rod was clenched in his hand.

"You've changed, Master…. You're not angry anymore."

"I am, actually…. But I realized that if I kept letting my anger control me, then I would keep hurting anyone that came close to me." There was a haunted look in his eyes that tore at my heart.

"What happened-?" I began to ask, but Marik gently put his finger against my lips, quieting me.

"Now's not the time. I need to get you out of here."

My heart soared. I was going to be free of Bakura…. It was almost like when Marik and I first met, only I wasn't running away naked, and Marik wasn't a cruel man. He was a man I could love… That I would love, once I was out of Bakura's grasp.

He helped me out of the window and held me with one arm; the other arm he used to climb down the ladder. I held on tightly to his shirt, not caring that it was filthy and blood spattered. I noticed that he was breathing hard, and shaking and burning up as well.

"Master, you're not well…" I said softly.

"I'll be fine until we get somewhere safe." He said, carrying me bridal style now.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to someone I can trust. Someone who hasn't judged me in my entire life."

This didn't really answer my question, but I didn't inquire further. Resting my head against his chest, I took comfort in listening to his heart beat.

"Has Bakura been raping you, Ryou?" Marik asked after a few minutes. Hearing him ask made me feel filthy, like I had when Malik had his way with me.

"Y-Yes…" I mumbled, my chin wobbling and my voice trembling. "I-I couldn't do anything to stop him…."

"Shhh…." Marik stopped and pet my hair soothingly. "Don't cry…. It's not your fault. Nothing that's happened to you has been your fault…."

His voice was so gentle and melodic…. I sniffled a little, managing to keep my tears from coming. It was going to take some getting used to, being treated so nicely.

But Bakura treated me nicely, before he started using me…. I reminded myself. I can't just let someone into my heart so easily…..

But…. Marik has done so much for me, even if he has hurt me so much…. He deserves a second chance…..

"Ryou?"

I blinked, looking up at Marik. I noticed that we were in front of a house. This confused me.

"You were starting to nod off there…. We're here."

"Here….?" I asked, as he knocked on the door.

"I'm going to warn you now…. She's going to be grouchy since we woke her up."

"She?"

"WHO THE HELL IS KNOCKING AT 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING?"

I nearly pissed myself from fear. It sounded like some sort of Duel Monster. As I clung to Marik, staring at the door in fear, pounding footsteps came towards it.

"A-Are we safe?" I whispered.

"You will be." Marik answered. "I'm probably going to get my ass kicked."

"Huh?"

The door crashed open, and I screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" The monster was a woman, tall and tan much like Marik's. She wore a linen dress, her black hair pulled into a bun. Around her neck was a necklace with the eye of Horus.

"Hello, Ishizu." Marik said calmly. The woman looked at him, then did a double take.

"Marik?" She exclaimed, rubbing her eyes. She came closer and pinched his cheeks, stretching his face as though seeing if he was real. "Oh my Ra, it's you! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"Can we do this inside?" Marik asked in a pained voice.

"Shut up and get your ass in the house!" Ishizu got behind him and pushed us both inside. "You've got a LOT of explaining to do, mister!"

"Yeah yeah, I know…" Marik sounded ready to drop from exhaustion. I swallowed and decided to speak up.

"U-Uhm, excuse me miss…." Ishizu looked over Marik's shoulder at me, looking surprised. "C-Could we maybe yell at each other in the morning? Mast—Marik's sick, and he needs rest."

"….OH MY RA, YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

The next thing I knew, my face was being smothered between a pair of D-cup breasts. I flailed my arms, trying to get free.

"Marik, where did you find him?" Ishizu looked at Marik, who I knew was trying not to laugh.

"Let's just say we met under dire circumstances. Now seriously, can we go to bed and talk in the morning? Both of us have been through a lot."

"Oh, fine." Ishizu released me, and I clung to Marik, gasping in air.

"I saw death in there!" I whispered, traumatized. Marik chuckled and picked me up.

"I'll just go to my old room then. See you in the morning, Ishizu." Marik started walking up a flight of stairs. I looked over his shoulder at Ishizu, who waved and blew a kiss at me.

"…..I think she's hitting on me." I said, devastated.

"That wouldn't surprise me." Marik coughed, and I forgot all about Ishizu. I put my hand on his forehead.

"Ah, you're burning up!" I flailed my arms in a panic.

"I'll be fine. I just need some sleep." He stopped in front of a door and opened it. "….Wow, I forgot what my tastes were as a kid." He said, looking embarrassed. I looked into the room and felt my jaw drop.

Marik's room looked like it belonged to a little girl, not a boy. Everything was pink and fluffy, and there were posters of actors from America plastered everywhere.

"…..This was your room?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Yeah…." Marik's face was red; whether it was from embarrassment or fever, I couldn't tell. "It'll have to do for tonight…." He carried me inside and set me on the fluffy bed (which was made in the shape of a heart). I tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to lay down. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth." He assured me, and went through a door which I assumed led to the bathroom.

After a few seconds I crawled up to the soft pillows and picked one up. Hugging it, I noticed that it smelled like Marik.

So he's always had this incredible scent….I thought, burying my face in the pillow. I could have gotten drunk off of it, if Marik hadn't come out of the bathroom at that moment. I lifted my face from the pillow and blushed when I saw he was shirtless.

"I don't have any pajamas that would fit either of us, so we'll just have to sleep shirtless tonight." He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, coughing again.

"Lay down, please." I begged, growing increasingly worried for him.

"I will, once you're laid down and comfortable." He gave me a tired smile, and my face flushed. He looked so cute when he smiled….

"Okay…." I pulled off my shirt embarrassedly. He took it from me and tossed it in a hamper.

"We'll be sure to burn that and get you some new clothes." He said, tucking me in once I was laid down.

"Lay down…" I urged, stifling a yawn. His bed was very comfortable….

"I will. I just need to make up a bed on the floor."

"What're you talking about….? Aren't you going to lay with me…?"

Marik seemed surprised by my assumption that he would sleep with me. "I-I didn't think you'd be comfortable with that."

"Normally, I wouldn't be…." I admitted. "But…. You woo'd me tonight…. So you should get to sleep in your own bed….." I was fighting to stay awake at this point.

Marik chuckled after a minute. "Alright, alright." He climbed up onto the bed and got under the covers with me. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked, wrapping an arm around me. I nodded and rested my head on his chest.

"Good night, Master…."

I felt his lips touch my forehead.

"Good night, Ryou."

Awww, so we finally got to have some fluff! w I hope you guys enjoyed getting to see those two be nice to each other. I sure enjoyed writing it~ See you next part!