It is hard to find female characters in the Yugioh fandom, would it be a crossover if I used characters from the Yu-Gi-Oh! GX? Not that it's important but I do like to give some kind of familiar character/name from the same fandom-ish. Either way extra-longish chapter for ya, enjoy my lovelies!

This has been edited to the best of my ability.

Warnings: M. M/M Yaoi. Mpreg. Supernatural themes. Language. Violence. Adult themes. Character death. The plot is mine.

Chapter: 26: Siblings, Mates and Fights.

Ishizu rubbed at her tired eyes and pushed the books, scroll and parchments away from her slightly and tried to get to her feet when she hissed in pain forcing her to sit back down and holding her side.

"Damn it!" she growled opening a draw to her left and pulled out a small vial, popped the lid and swallowed the thick black substance within. She gagged on it for a second and coughed into her hand a few times trying not to be sick and needing to keep it down.

She rose slowly to her feet hand firmly to her side as she walked about her desk to the large mirror in the corner of her study. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment and then tugged at the few strings that held her dress on and let it fall to her feet. She grit her teeth together as she unwound the bandage from her waist and let it fall to her feet. She gently started to remove the thick cloth to see a black moist patch had stained it and she dropped it as she probed tenderly with her other hand.

The centre of the wound just above her hip was black, oozing and dark veins stretched out in all directions, over her right hip, towards her groin, belly button and even towards her breasts. She growled and the mirror cracked, she had no doubt that she had been hit with a curse by the head of the Coven in Arkham City over a week ago.

If that bastard sorry excuse of a Warlock wasn't already dead with the rest of his Coven, she would have surly made him suffer far worse now for what he had done to her.

She had argued with the Head of the Coven and five of the higher ranking Witches and Warlocks for the entire morning. None of them had the vision she had and weren't listening to her at all. They were outraged and stuck on the issue of her having killed a Reaper under their roof, a creature they stilled classed as sacred. The Coven still practiced live sacrificing and necromancy. They were still stuck in their old ways and old ways of thinking, it was just that old. The Coven leaders deemed her deranged and dangerous and promptly shunned her to never again enter their grounds.

Why could no one see her vision or how much she cared? Why could no one ever be on her side? She would not be shunned by another backward thinking, stuck in the old ways, small pathetic excuse of a Coven. She killed them in a matter of moments, but not without the Father hitting her in her side with a cursed spell in which she had thought nothing of it as the Covens residents came rushing to save their leaders and she had summoned her army.

She had no remorse cutting down her own kind, if they would not join her for a better Realm then they were simply not worthy to be around to see it.

Her Werewolves, Slayers, Vampires, Witches, Warlocks and their Familiars at her side killed every last one of them. Her small army raided the Coven's volt under her orders only taking their rarest of collections of spells, potions, herbs and roots.

Ishizu turned from the mirror leaving behind her dress and bandages as she left the room and walked naked down the hallway and stopped outside a door. She listened for a few moments and could hear nothing from behind the door. She placed her hand on the door-handle and pushed it open a crack, just enough to see what she needed to, Malik.

Her little brother laid exactly where she had left him about a week ago, with his back towards the door and laying in his own pool of blood. His wings shackled with iron clamps with spikes that penetrated flesh and bone with bola like weights at the end of chains that kept his wings tight and in a pulled down position. It was to prevent any attempt at flying. She had placed a Collar and fastened a chain to it and anchored him to the floor. The Collar subdued any and all his powers making him almost Human like and if she was honest with herself she liked him better that way.

She closed the door and walked to the bathroom where she added a potion to the bathtub she was filling with warm water and once it was full she stepped in and submerged her body into the bright yellow water up to her chin.

She sighed as her altered potion mix to the water made her wound itch with slight pain. She closed her eyes and muttered a small spell that made the bathwater burble like boiled water. Her brother chain and bound like a common dog was only half his punishment.

The true punishment lay within his mind and perhaps a week might be long enough. She might set him free after she finished bathing, however, she still felt rather bitter and angry towards his attempted escape.

It was after the attack on the Coven when Malik attempted his escape. Ishizu had gone to the room she had locked him in to find the door open the handle broken and on the floor and the room empty. She had never been so livid. She sent Valon and Alister after him. She had found his hidden message he had embedded in the wall with a small reveal spell and she destroyed it. It wasn't until she had cleaned out the vault and read to retreat when Valon and Alister came back dragging a barely conscious Malik by the arms between them and dropped him at her feet.

The Werewolves had gotten a little carried away and Malik had sustained a few deep bites and scratches on his body. The bite wounds had dark blue veins and red swelling as the venom slowly seep into his body that would eventually kill him painfully if left untreated. She couldn't bring herself to care in that moment to have the many Healers around her to heal him and end his pain, for his disobedience he could be in so much more agony.

The Collar she had placed on Malik before she entered the Coven and glad she had for he wouldn't have been recaptured by Valon and Alister so easily and he really might have gotten away. She called for the torture devices found in the Coven's vault and each item more dreadful than the last were laid out before her. She picked the iron wing clamps that looked like a set of jaws with thick wide razor sharp teeth and attached were bola like chains with weights on the end. Everyone gathered around to watch while Valon and Alister pinned Malik down as she fastened those clamps to his wings, he had put up a good struggle but she had won in the end. She didn't know how to make Malik hers, make him obedient and make him be on her side. Despite her failings she couldn't allow another attempted escape.

Malik despite the amount of pain he was in he forced himself to his feet, those that had not yet retreated stayed to watch and laughed and sniggered with hateful comments. Ishizu had not wanted to make an example out of her brother nor did she want him laughed at.

They all retreated and it was Alister and Valon who escorted her back to her home once again carrying Malik and dropped him in that room for her and promptly left her to do her work. Malik silently panted, his body damp with sweat and visibly shook. Her dear brother though in an extreme amount of pain had glared, growled and bared his fangs at her.

She had all intentions of leaving him locked in that room until the Wolf venom reaped his body and rot there until nothing but bone dust remained. Her compassion gone that she actually enjoyed seeing him suffer in pain she caused him.

Ishizu opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the bathroom, her anger had subsided greatly and had settled into mild irritation, and the one question had kept her a little distracted, had she gone too far? Then again love is pain is it not? She let her mind wander back to that night going over all the details.

Malik anchored to the floor by his Collar, he had gone from glares and growls to begging. "Let me go." His voice strained and horse from the screaming he had done while she chained him down to this very spot. He had tried to put up a fight but it was quickly stopped by Valon and Alister. Now he was completely at her mercy and she had none for her little brother. His blood splattered the walls, ceiling and floors, even now his blood dripped from the ends of his wings to be smeared across the floor with each movement like paint brushes.

"I am never going to let you go! The sooner you understand that the better it will be for you! The only way you are going to get away from me again is if you are dead!" She hit hard enough that it sent him to the floor and she had nothing but pure rage running through her veins that it left her panting and energy sparked around her and it lashed out like an unseen whip cutting his cheek, arms, chest and thighs, back and wings cutting black feathers free that they whipped about the room as if in an unseen twister, the floor and walls in the room cracked and splintered.

He slowly pushed himself back up onto his knees, "the second I get free, I'm going to kill you!" Malik snarled back as he gripped the chain that anchored him to the floor and pulled it free with a chunk of wood still attached. "I'm ending this now!" Malik used the chain and weight from his wings and swung the iron ball at her, striking her in the upper arm and the second chain and ball directly at her face knocking her back against the wall.

Ishizu with a broken nose, busted lip and blood coating her teeth and running down her chin she screamed in rage and rushed him, struck him hard enough in the chest that she heard it crack as her hit was powerful enough to send him across the room and hit the wall on the other side and slid to the floor. She was upon him and he screamed in agony as his wings were twisted up under him and the shackles dug in and pulled, tearing flesh and the faint sounds of cracking wing bones. "Kill me! KILL ME!" She laid in a few punches. "You are supposed to love me!" She managed to get through what little defense his arms provided him and managed to grab him by his hair. "I'm your sister!" She screamed while punctuating each word with slamming the back of his head into the floor.

Ishizu only stopped when Malik went limp under her and she pulled her hands from his matted hair and stared down at him watching the growing pool of blood under his head. He groaned Marik's name as a few tears fell from his closed eyes. How deep could his damn loyalty for that bastard Demon go? Ishizu had never had anything like that from anyone, no one was that loyal. The room became still and silent and the black feathers floated gently to the floor around them.

Ishizu realized that she would only ended up killing him instead of breaking him if he kept forcing her hand like he had been. She didn't want him dead or completely broken she just wanted Malik to be as loyal to her as he was to Marik. Perhaps, she wasn't the answer at all, been going at it all wrong, in fact she wasn't the right Witch for the job nor did she have to work that hard to get what she wanted to accomplish.

Ishizu placed her finger tips at Malik's temples and within a few seconds they slowly sunk in passed skin and skull. She took a deep calming breath and cleared her mind and joined it with her brother's. She didn't need to search for anything or go digging. She watched as all of Malik's mind and feelings flooded her as if they were her own, seeing it all laid out before her, the happy and sad memories, even ones that broke his heart. She lent over him and started her spell. Not a spell. A plague. Her eyes glowed as her energy surged and she set forth an unstoppable plague like virus that would twist and darken all his memories, turn what he thought was a happy wholesome life into a waking nightmare.

Malik's nose started to bleed and his body violently convulsed under her as his mind fought against the invading spell, she was almost thrown off. She managed to keep him under her until she knew her plague like virus took a good strong hold and he became still.

The burbling of the water had died down and became cool and it had gone from a bright yellow to grey. She rose out of the water and stepped out of the tub, her wound looked smaller and oozed less, the veins receded somewhat. She moved to her basin that was cluttered with vials, jars of potions and a few hanging roots and herbs from long strings from the ceiling easy for her to reach. She only hoped that come morning her wound wouldn't be bigger as it had been each day since she had been struck with the curse. She pulled out a fresh bandage, a cloth she dampened with the same yellow potion as she had placed in her bathwater and covered her wound back up.

Ishizu now dressed walked down the hallway back to the room she kept her brother prisoner in. It was time to awaken him and see if her spell had worked. She pushed open the door and stepped inside only to recoil at the odor of Malik's making mixed with old blood and rotting flesh.

She grit her teeth and moved towards him, careful not to step in anything that might make her dirty. She knelt down by his head and saw that he was still unconscious, reaching out and touching his forehead she could sense her spell still at work. She shifted a little closer and pressed her whole hand to his forehead, and recalled her spell and sat back. "Malik?" She called to him and waited and added. "Can you hear me?"

"N-no more," his choked out as his eyes fluttered open. "I'll do whatever you want… just, please just don't hurt me." He almost sobbed out. Ishizu raised an eye brow, not sure if he was talking about her or if her spell had truly worked.

"Malik, look at me," She couldn't help the excitement that raced through her and barely held back her grin at her genius.

He moved his head slowly the pain he was in showed greatly, those dull lavender eyes watered up. "I- Ishizu?" his voice a cracked whisper.

"Yes," She leaned on her arms to get a little closer and watching him for any sign that her spell had no worked and he was being deceitful.

"They'll… they'll be back, leave now." She noted the desperation in his voice. "Why are you here?" his eyes were the only thing that moved trying to take in his surroundings. "Where am I?" He looked so panicked and started to thrash which only turned to him foaming at the mouth and violently convulsing.

"Malik!" Ishizu darted forward placing her hands onto his shoulders. "Malik!" She used a little of her energy which only made matters worse when he stopped breathing. "Shit!" She scrambled to her feet and ran out of the room, down the hallway and out her front door. "I need a Healer now!" She screamed and ran back inside when she saw three Healers rushing towards her.

In the room Malik was still convulsing on the floor and the blue undertones appeared. "In here!" She called out as the three Healers had stopped in the threshold crammed together as they stared at Malik wide eyed and shocked. "Save him!" Ishizu yelled at them and the three Healers were crouched over Malik within second and their hands upon him unaffected by the filth they knelt in or the smell.

Howling in the far distance had infiltrated Atem's dreamless sleep and stirred him to wake. The cave was lit by daylight. He shifted slightly against what felt like soft leather and found himself firmly held onto by his Dragon. Atem pressed himself even closer and breathed in Touzoku's sent. He could stay like this forever in the aftermath of what they had done last night and continued to do long after the fire had died out. They were well and truly a mated pair, his mark on his shoulder and a little up his neck was still raw. The peaceful moment was broken again by another deep long drawn out howl that was joined by three others.

Atem managed to get himself free of Touzoku's hold and onto his feet. He found the pants he had woken up in at the Healer's Sanctuary and pulled them on, doing up the strings as he walked to the entrance of the cave that over looked a small valley and the seemingly endless forest that was blanketed with snow.

The sun beamed down and Atem closed his eyes enjoying its warmth. He felt better since he had woken up in Hythe Hill. His head didn't feel like it wanted to split open, the disjointed memories had come together and the events of that night was vivid and clear, it was as if complete comfort and safety brushed his thoughts and filled him.

It was quickly darkened by the idea of not being able to recall where or what happened to him for four hundred years. His brother, his friends, the alliances he had formed to bring balance to parts of the Realm, would have had to have moved on without him present to share in their joys, grief and triumphs. It pained him knowing that Touzoku had been waiting all that time for him and most likely would have continued waiting until his natural end.

A round of howling erupted echoing through the valley snapping Atem from his runaway thoughts, had the Werewolves found all the bodies they had left behind or had they been hunting and picked up Touzoku's trail of blood he would have undoubtedly left behind. Perhaps tracking them in hopes of finding a body or an easy meal to feed their pack or even a group loyal to Ella sent out and bring them back dead or alive. "Noisy bastards." Touzoku's husky sleep filled voice came from behind him. "Not the wake up call I wanted."

"I think we are being tracked," Atem glanced behind him the dirt and blood did not spoil at all the view of his mate's nakedness as he took in every pleasing inch of him and not that he could talk being coved in equal parts of blood and dirt. Not that it could be helped when all they had was the floor of a cave to mate on, Atem's mouth watered and he hardened, last night was a little naughty and whole lot dirty.

"Either way we need to move on." Touzoku's eyes were brightly illuminated by his internal Spark.

"Agreed," Atem replied what he wouldn't give to just spend a few days here, just the two of them and that floor, no time limits, no more watching Touzoku flee out his bedchamber in fear of being caught together by Ella, no more anyone standing between them telling them they can't have what they both so desperately wanted, however, "you need a Healer." He ignored his lust and need to jump his Dragon and take advantage of this time together, Werewolves be damned, it was under the blood and dirt where he had patched up Touzoku's wounds and packed them full of mashed up herbs that forced them to leave.

"I'm fine," the Dragon rolled his shoulder and stretched his back. "Forgot how skilled you are patching me up." Many times Atem had gone to their secret meeting place to find Touzoku covered in deep wounds or climb through his window only to collapse on his bedchamber floor. His mother always sought out to punish Touzoku for the slightest mistakes or poorly completed tasks. Atem had always feared that he would one day receive news of his Dragon's death or find him dead on his bedchamber floor.

"You are not fine and I am not skilled at healing," With all the lessons Ella had forced him to take herbs and plants had been the most useful. "The herb I used is numbing the pain, without it you wouldn't be standing at all. You need a real Healer." Atem had no idea where they were nor did he know how far away a village or a city was and if what the Dragon Slayer had said could any Healer be trusted in healing a Dragon? Atem ran a hand through his hair, feeling the rise of confusion, frustration and slight fear of not knowing anything… in all honesty they hadn't done much talking at all last night and like before it was overwhelmed by complete comfort and safety.

"It's alright," Touzoku had moved and wrapped his arms around him pulling him close. "I have a Healer I trust and a safe place for us both until we work things out." Atem turned in his arms to better face him.

"Can you read my mind?" Atem stared up at him.

"No," Touzoku snorted, "Would be a handy ability wouldn't it? It's your emotions that are louder than anything, I had to quieten them a little bit." It took Atem a moment to work it out. "Our bond," His Dragon lent down slightly and kissed him before it could lead to more the howling sounded as if it was right below where they were standing.

"You lead and I'll get us there." Atem didn't move as Touzoku pulled him in even closer and without hesitation they vanished together.

Ryou sat outside on the porch he had been watching Siamun's assassins training and changing shifts with those who had stood guard all night. His thoughts and attention strayed towards the mountains in the far distance and a restlessness and a need that had been growing of late and not to mention everything was starting to get uncomfortable.

He had laid in an empty bed staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, with his hand on his noticeable swollen stomach that surely he should have felt some kind of movement from his unborn child. Ryou had gone back through everything he knew about pregnancies from books he read. The occasional stranger at the hospital while he waited for his doctor talking about it with her friend on how far along she was, laughing with enjoy when they felt it kick and move… Ryou should have felt something by now, despite Seto's words of 'everything's fine' when Ryou felt anything but fine and it was hard to get reassurances from someone who really didn't know themselves what was happening or going to happen and with Malik missing and his mates always gone. He didn't know how much more he could keep it together for their sake, keep up that brave front when they were leaving or staying positive when they returned without him.

All that Ryou wanted was to rush to those mountains he stared at find a cave fulfill the whispers in his mind and 'nest down.' Ryou knew it was all coming from that Dragon side of him, however he couldn't tell his own thoughts and needs from his Dragon side anymore.

Ryou's biggest worry was that frighting unyielding feeling that his child would be born 'soon' as those words rode the back of his mind until it gave him a headache.

'Nest down.'

'Soon.'

His child wasn't near ready to be born yet only being five months along, he didn't know if she would survive and he wasn't going to try it. He turned his eyes from the mountains and blocked out the thoughts and feelings. His daughter was going to stay right where she was until he hit that ninth month mark. The need to 'nest down' would not happen in some cave, but under Seto's care.

"Hey," Anzu muttered stepping out onto the porch looking as though she had just as a rough night as Ryou had. It was that his stomach was getting bigger and he couldn't get comfortable in order to sleep and then it was having to sleep alone… how he had gotten so used to sleeping with his three mates that even one or even two of them missing caused him some degree of sleeplessness, not that being alone with one of his mates was a bad thing, he just preferred to have them all.

Ryou was about to reply in a greeting when Bakura holding onto Marik appeared along with Shada and a stranger. "Shada!" Anzu squealed in delight and rushed down the stars in one lead and rushed across the court yard only to slide to a stop before she reached them.

Ryou lent forward and closed his eyes for a moment willing the tears away that threatened to start and most likely not stop. Still no Malik. He took in a deep breath and got to his feet. "Dad?!" Anzu blurted out with a shake of her head and grinned as she rushed forward and hugged him, her father laughed and hugged her back.

Ryou more careful of the stairs moved as quickly as he could to his mates and it was then that he really saw the way Bakura held onto Marik and the way he leaned back into Bakura spoke volumes that Marik was injured. "What happened?" Ryou asked not stopping his mates from walking towards the house.

"My fault," Anzu's father spoke up, Ryou clutched his jaw tightly and a growl rumbled from his chest as images flashed in Ryou's mind of turning into a Dragon like his brother, tearing him apart with his fangs and claws and devouring Anzu's father while he still screamed.

"Ryou," his chin was lifted and face gently turned. "It's alright, nothing but flesh wounds that Kaiba can fix up in seconds." Bakura reassured him, but Ryou turned his head away as a hunger he hadn't yet felt twisted his stomach. "A misunderstanding." Bakura with a little more force turned Ryou's head by his chin to face him. "He's going to help us get Malik back." It took a moment for his mate's words to register.

"Really?" Ryou gave Anzu's father quick glance before he moved to Marik's side and helped him walk to the house.

"It's yet to been seen," Marik growled out bitterly with bared fangs.

"Kaiba!" Bakura called out once inside and helped Marik to the makeshift Healer's room and onto a bed and started helping Marik out of what was left of his shirt.

"I can hear you," Seto muttered as he walked into the room.

"What do you mean he's going to help find Malik?" Ryou asked as he stepped closer to Marik and took his hand in both of his own.

"His Coven is going to help us find Malik and kill Ishizu." Bakura crossed his arms over his chest as Seto stood behind Marik inspecting the wounds that Ryou dared not look at.

"You believe him?" Seto asked without looking up from what he was doing, though he reached out and grabbed the end of a moveable table pulling it towards him. The small table was filled with what looked like surgeon knives, cloths and vials filled with all kinds of coloured liquids.

"He said the Caster's oath," Bakura shrugged.

"And that gives what guarantee exactly?" Seto asked, Ryou had wondered the same thing why his mates would believe some stranger would help them. He knew from what his mates had told him that no one had bothered to stop her, even though he had seen firsthand just how scared most were at just hearing her name. "You have more at risk than anyone," Seto glanced up at Ryou and then at Bakura and back to his work on healing Marik.

"He betrays us, they all die. I'll not leave a single Caster alive." Bakura spoke calmly despite the drop of temperature in the room that made Ryou shiver a little.

"And genocide is your answer, very original."

"What's it to you?" Bakura growled. "You have no risk-"

"I do," Seto stopped what he was doing and dropped the items onto the tray. "You're done." He tapped Marik on the shoulder, who got to his feet. "And you are too stupid to see it."

"Enlighten me." Bakura's fangs were bared, obviously seeing this as some kind of challenge.

"You bring an entire Coven to help you, when we." He moved his fingers back and forth between himself and Bakura. "Are protecting the last two, possibly three highly valuable Dragons." Bakura was silent though his glare intense.

"I thought Pegasus was protecting Touzoku." Ryou muttered not really wanting to get into the middle of this fight, though ready to break it up if it came to blows.

"Pegasus only protects Touzoku because he's infatuated and your brother happily leads him on." Marik sighed.

"Who included you?" Bakura snarled ignoring both Ryou and Marik.

"Your mate did, when you so carelessly knocked him up and I'm the only Healer in the Realm that's not going to kill your child before it can draw its first breath and mostly like help Ryou to raise it since you like dicing with death and making stupid deals without thinking of the consequences first!" Ryou couldn't hear any more and ran from the room.

"Ryou!" He heard Marik, Bakura and Seto call him and he didn't stop as he stepped out onto the porch, wiping furiously at the tears that he had no control over. He set out cross the court yard, if it really came down to it, he'd have this child on his own if it meant her safety from those with ill thoughts, the mountains hadn't looked so good.

Ryou's vision blurred as he ignored his mates and the Healer calling him that he didn't see where he was going nor that his brother had appeared right before him and walked into him. "So eager to see me," Touzoku steadied him and possibly from falling by grabbing onto his arm and his grin quickly faded. "What's wrong?" Ryou's eyes refilled with tears and not caring about his brother's nakedness or how dirty he was Ryou pressed his forehead to his brother's chest and he was instantly engulfed in a hug.

"I need to-" Ryou was cut off as he and Touzoku were knocked to the ground.

"You dare show your face here!" Seto screamed. "You think I'd not kill you!" Despite having landed partly on his brother who had tried to cushion his fall didn't do much as his whole midsection cramped up taking his breath away.

"Get off him!" Touzoku already on his feet as Ryou had pushed himself off him, holding his stomach and panting through the pain with grit teeth.

"Ryou?!" Bakura had gotten to him first, his face cupped in both his mate's hands a look of concern.

"I think… it hurts," Ryou gasped out unable to explain through the pain.

"Let's get you off the ground." Bakura hooked his arms under Ryou's knees and an arm around his back and lifted with easy as if he weighed nothing at all and carried him towards the house.

"It's not Yami you imbecile!" Ryou caught a glimpse of his brother in Dragon form and flames and all of Siamun's assassins, Marik, Anzu, Shada, Joey and her father leapt into the fray before he was carried into the house.

Bakura laid him gently on the bed as the female Healer Ryou tried his best to avoid was almost instantly by his side. "What happened?" She asked.

"He got knocked down," Bakura's words came out in a rush. She only nodded and with a kind reassuring smile she placed her hand on Ryou's chest and as warmth flooded his body the pain eased greatly and he relaxed back onto the bed with sigh.

"Let's have a look," she shifted and moved her hands to his stomach placing them on either side. Ryou felt her warm light energy and like before he's body didn't react at all. She gave a soft hum and her brow furrowed. "A placenta can detach, which is easily healed if you're Elf, Werewolf, Demon… on the other hand being a Dragon is something else entirely. Live birth vs egg are carried differently and with the lack of knowledge and you being part Human." She pulled her hands away from his stomach her tone a more light scolding. "Be more careful, and do not forget that everyone here so far stronger then you and you can be hurt so much more easily."

"Is she alright?" Ryou asked still clutched onto Bakura's arm not wanting to let him go just yet.

"Everything is fine," her brows furrowed deeper.

"What is it?" Bakura asked before Ryou could.

"She's bigger then when I had first examined you." She went quiet for a moment and then added. "She is fine and strong. I'll talk to Healer Kaiba about it and come back this afternoon. In the meantime rest." She turned and went back to what she had been doing upon their arrival, Bakura lent down and kissed Ryou on the head.

"I'll be right back, going to go and slam some heads together." He muttered and instantly he was gone, Necro leapt up onto the bed.

By the time Bakura had gotten outside Joey, Anzu were holding back Seto while Touzoku and the 'better looking Yami' stood some feet away. Both Touzoku and Seto were sling insults at each other while Marik and Shada stood off to the side.

Bakura snarled even he could see from where he stood on the porch that it wasn't Yami. The Healer blinded by his own rage of being Exiled couldn't see the differences and only wanted some kind of retribution for his now situation. Not that Bakura blamed him, if his best friend had exiled him he'd want to kill the bastard as well… only the Healer had the wrong Demon and in turn his mate had been injured.

Bakura said nothing as he let loose his powers, the sky darkening and a chill rose as shadows started to move. The Healer and Dragon fell silent and every turned to face him. "Do I need to use force to quell this bullshit?!" Heads with wide eyes shook in the negative as if in a collective mind.

"Touzoku needs healing," The not Yami spoke up.

"Not by him!" Touzoku spat and Bakura had to restrain himself from calling up his tendrils and putting a permanent stop to it all.

"Inside you'll find a Healer."

"Thank you," The not Yami muttered as he had a little difficulty getting Touzoku moving and away from another growing fight.

"Second door on the left," Bakura told them as they passed him taking the stairs and into the house. Every one of Siamun's assassins started to depart, Bakura saw a few gold coins being passed around as if bets had been placed on a winner.

Anzu, her father and Shada started to walk towards him, though it was Marik that rushed by him and into the house, no doubt wanting to see Ryou. Seto was the last to move with Joey walking more slowly behind him. "Not you," Bakura pushed him back with his fingers to his chest. "Your little fight there got Ryou hurt."

"What? Is he alright?" Concern was thick in his voice and expression.

"Lucky for you he is," Joey rushed by him up the stairs and into the house. "I know what Yami did to you wasn't right, but that guy in there isn't Yami. You see that right?" Seto took in a deep breath and nodded his head. "Good." Bakura moved a little closer and his voice had a serious warning undertone. "So now you are going to go for a fly, feed, take a fucking walk for all I care and once you have pulled your shit together and be that level headed Healer I know and Ryou trusts, then you can come back in and we'll talk." Seto opened his mouth to argue and Bakura wasn't in the mood at all. "Or I can send you somewhere and bring you back when I deem it fit to do so." He made his point by summoning only one of his tendrils and the Healer bared his fangs with a snarl and vanished.

TBC

I had to end it there or I was just going to keep on going, really enjoyed getting back into writing Ryou/Ishizu/Malik parts haha, hope you all enjoyed it as much I did, so Reviews are great, keeps me going knowing readers are enjoying it as well and you know it's a writers bread and butter ;) R&R make the fanfics go round.