Bakura sat stiff in the chair, his heart pounding. Whatever had been watching him was gone—he could sense it—but he still felt plenty nervous. What if it came back?
"You look like a stone statue."
Poor Bakura leaped a mile high, screaming.
"Foolish mortal." Yami Bakura was awake again, and he'd risen up on one elbow to smirk at the boy.
"Yami!" Bakura cried. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"I wasn't dead, you know," Yami Bakura remarked. "What in heaven's name are you so jumpy about?!"
Quickly Bakura explained about the scary phantom that had been observing him. The tomb raider grew serious as he listened.
"What do you think it was, Yami?" Bakura asked.
"An evil presence from the Shadow Realm," his Yami replied, and Bakura was sorry he'd asked.
"What could it have wanted?" the frightened boy queried now.
Yami Bakura shook his head. "I don't know. But I'm certain that it will be back."
"Oh my!" Bakura cried. He had to admit, he hoped his Yami would stay awake now and keep him company.
"I should like to meet this dark entity," Yami Bakura mused.
Bakura gasped. "Yami, you're not well! You can't possibly fight!"
"I said 'meet it,' you dolt—not 'fight it'," Yami Bakura retorted, laying back down. That didn't mean, however, that he didn't want to fight it.
"Yami, are you feeling alright?" Bakura wanted to know. Yami Bakura didn't like to lay around in bed any longer than he had to.
"Of course I am, you fool," Yami Bakura insisted, but then he grimaced. He couldn't lay on his back without feeling pain, so he slowly tried to turn over onto his side again, with Bakura's assistance. Yami Bakura tried to shrug the boy off, but he found he was too weak.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Yami?" Bakura asked after helping to reposition the thief.
"No," Yami Bakura replied firmly. "Just . . . let me sleep," he rasped, his eyes crossing and then closing. He knew a dark secret about himself that he wasn't willing to reveal—that knife had contained a poison that only affected non-mortals. It was a mild poison, but still irritating. It was taking all of his strength to fight it off.
"Yami!" Bakura gasped. He shook his head in disbelief and gently pulled the quilt up around the thief's unconscious body. "That stab wound must have been terribly powerful to keep you out of commission for so long," the boy said softly. He couldn't know how right he was. "I hope you'll be alright."
****
After Seto and Tea reported the incident to the police, Gabrielle took the knife to study as evidence.
"Kaiba, who would throw that thing at you?!" Tea cried, still very shaken up.
"Whoever it was, they're going to pay," Seto growled, taking out his cell phone. He had to make certain that Mokuba was alright. If someone would attack him, who knows what they might try with his brother? Abducting Mokuba to get at the businessman was a favorite activity of his enemies.
While he made his phone call, Tea paced around nervously, thoughts tumbling in her mind. Suddenly she saw a familiar boy coming towards them.
"Tristan!" she said, waving. She didn't know that she had ever been so glad to see him as she was now! Seto didn't seem to be paying much attention to anyone around them. Téa was worried that the knife-thrower would return and he wouldn't even notice.
"Hey, Tea," Tristan greeted. "What's up?"
"Kaiba almost got skewered!" Tea cried with a shudder.
"He looks fine to me," Tristan said, blinking as he watched Seto talk on the phone.
"He is, lamebrain," Tea retorted, "but just barely!" She paused, shivering. "Why is it suddenly so cold out here?!"
Seto hung up. Mokuba was fine. Now he could concentrate on other matters. "Incoming snowstorm," he said flatly.
****
"Man, it feels like the inside of a freezer out here!" Joey cried as a snowflake landed on his nose.
"Marik must be out in this," Yugi said worriedly as the snow started falling harder. "He's not used to this kind of weather!"
Joey shook his head. "Man, I can't believe we're actually lookin' for that guy," he muttered.
"But we don't know what he might've gotten into, Joey," Yugi cried. "He doesn't remember anything about himself, and there's people trying to kill him!" He looked around. "We'll need to split up," he decided.
"What?!" Joey exclaimed. "Yug, I don't know about that . . ."
"We'll find him faster that way," Yugi replied, and took off down the deserted road before Joey could say anything more.
"Man, Marik, you'd better not be leadin' us into one of your traps," Joey growled.
****
It seemed like hours since they had started searching, and now Joey was very frustrated as he trudged through the snow. He hadn't been planning on it to start snowing. He wasn't dressed entirely appropriately for such a thing.
"I feel like I've been searchin' the whole city!" he cried to himself. "Man, if I was Marik, where the heck would I go?!" He looked around. "No sign of him around here." He walked over the docks by the river. "Marik! Hey, where are you?!"
As he searched around and tried to see through the heavily-falling snow, Joey spotted a figure curled up against the wall of an old shack. "Marik?" he called, but didn't receive an answer.
Slowly he went over closer and saw that it was definitely Marik. He'd recognize the other boy's long blonde hair anywhere. Marik had pulled his legs up to his chest and was hugging his knees, having laid his head across them. He was covered with a dusting of snow and seemed to be asleep, but . . .
Joey gulped as he knelt next to his old enemy, shaking him on the shoulder. "Marik! Come on, this ain't no place for a slumber party! Wake up!!" The Egyptian boy didn't answer, and a chill ran up Joey's spine. If Marik had . . . died out here in the cold, it would always haunt Joey. He would remember the other boy's sad eyes and always wonder if Marik really had been telling the truth.
Roughly Joey pushed Marik's head and shoulders back and leaned down to listen for breath. To his relief, the other boy was still alive, but he seemed to be in a state deeper than just normal sleep.
"Man, I've gotta get you out of here," Joey muttered, trying to pull the boy up. Marik's limp body was heavy, and Joey didn't know if he'd be able to carry him very far. He tried to brush the snow off the boy's clothes and hair.
"Joey!!" he heard Yugi call, and he looked up, relieved.
"Yug, give me a hand here!" Joey called back, and in an instant Yugi was at his side.
"Joey, what happened to him?!" Yugi cried in horror, summoning his Yami and helping to lift Marik up.
"I dunno," Joey replied, shaking his head. "I guess he fell asleep out in the cold or somethin'." Now he was trying to ignore the feeling of guilt that was threatening to engulf him. Why would Marik have fallen asleep out here . . . unless . . . unless his story was true and he had nowhere to go?
"Marik!" Yugi called to the boy. "Marik, can you hear me?" He paused upon not receiving any kind of an answer. "We must get him back where it's warm," he stated grimly. "Immediately!"
Unseen by them, a dark figure watched in the shadows with interest. "So, Marik Ishtar is no longer in possession of the Millennium Rod," he mused. "But then who has it now?" He sneered evilly. "It shan't be hard for me to find out who does. And when I have it once more, nothing will stop me from creating havoc throughout the world!"
****
After taking Tea and Tristan to their homes, Seto was heading for his own home when he spotted Yugi and Joey trying to carry a lifeless body through the swirling drifts of white. Blinking in confusion, Seto directed his chauffeur to drive over to where the other boys were.
"Man, Yug," he heard Joey say, "you don't think that's Kaiba, do you?"
Before Yugi could answer, Seto rolled the limo's tinted window down and looked at them. "What happened?" he demanded, recognizing the motionless form as Marik Ishtar. Why were Ishtars turning up in his life right and left?! Now the only one he hadn't seen was Rishid.
"Hey, if you'll give us a lift to the game shop, we'd be happy to explain," Joey replied.
Seto nodded in agreement. "Very well. Get in." He opened the door.
"Thank you," Yugi smiled in relief. He and Joey gently laid Marik in the limo and then climbed in after him.
Seto regarded the unconscious boy with a piercing gaze. "Now," he said aloud as he moved over to make room, "what happened?"
Between the two of them, Yugi and Joey told of their encounter with Marik and the ensuing search for him after he had sadly walked away, while they tried to restore the circulation to Marik's bare arms.
"He ain't used to the weather here," Joey said as Marik moaned and shivered. "There's no telling how long he was layin' there in the snow before I found him."
Seto didn't answer that, but he directed the chauffeur to turn the heat up. "He doesn't have the Millennium Rod?" the blue-eyed boy demanded suddenly. If Marik didn't have it, then where was it? For some reason, Seto sensed that it was important. Yugi had held the Rod for a time, but then Seto knew it had been given back to Marik.
"No." Yugi shook his head as he took his jacket off and laid it across Marik's shuddering form. "The Rare Hunters were freed from his mind control after Battle City and now they all want their old master dead." He also was sensing that the location of the Rod was important, but he didn't quite know why.
****
Ishizu Ishtar looked at her Egyptian exhibit in the Domino Museum, a faraway look in her blue eyes. She knew that her younger brother had gone missing; in fact, she knew many of the details about what had happened to him recently. She knew about the car crash and the events that followed, but what she didn't know was what had happened to Marik before the car crash. She didn't know how he had come to be involved in the accident, but she did know that it wasn't just the Rare Hunters who wanted him dead. Marik had learned a deadly secret, one that controlled the fates of many—and once his other enemies found out that he was still alive, he would be in far worse danger than he had been before.
She sighed sadly. She missed her brother so! More than anything she wanted to go to him, even though she knew he wouldn't remember her. But that was when he'd need her more than ever. She smiled as the Tauk glowed, reminding her that she would see Marik again very soon.
The woman dropped into a chair, massaging her forehead. Right now she didn't have either of her brothers with her. Rishid lay at home, nearly dead, with Shadi watching over him. The same night Marik had vanished, Rishid had been found badly beaten. Ishizu still didn't know if he would make it. And there, all alone in the lonely basement, the poor woman began to cry.
****Tea stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. For one brief moment, she thought she caught another reflection in the glass and she whirled around, her heart pounding. "Who's there?!" she cried. Her room was empty; no one else was in sight.
"Tea," an eerily familiar voice laughed, and the girl clutched her brush frantically. She could never forget that voice—it was the evil priest from her dream!
"What do you want?!" Tea demanded. "I don't want you here. Get out!!"
The voice laughed again, but Tea felt him depart. Now she knew for certain that he wasn't Seto Kaiba.
****
Grampa Muto looked up when Yugi and Joey brought Marik's shivering form into the game shop. "Good heavens! What has happened?" the elderly man cried. He knew who Marik was from the tales Yugi and Joey had told, and he knew what the boy looked like from seeing him on TV at times with Ishizu, but he had never expected him to be coming into this house—at least not in this way.
"It's a long story, Gramps," Joey said with a sigh, shaking his head.
"I promise I'll tell you all about it later, Grampa," Yugi said, "but right now we have to get Marik warmed up!" A few new snowflakes fell out of Marik's hair and adorned the floor.
Grampa Muto nodded and opened the door leading to their home upstairs. "Of course, Yugi," he said, again feeling immensely proud of his grandson—and of Joey as well. They were being so dear, helping this former enemy of theirs.
Quickly Yugi and Joey carried Marik's limp body into the guest bedroom and laid the boy on the bed. "I think the color has started to return to his face," Yugi said in relief, removing the Egyptian's shoes.
"Yeah," Joey agreed. "I guess he got pretty warm in ol' Kaiba's limo," he remarked.
Gently Yugi covered Marik with the soft comforter and then nodded in satisfaction. "I think you probably found him just in time, Joey," the violet-eyed boy said softly. "You saved his life."
Joey looked embarrassed. "Eh, well . . . I didn't want the guy to wind up dyin'," he said, and Yugi smiled.
"I know," he assured his friend. "He'll probably sleep through the night now," he mused. "Maybe I should call that friend of Grampa's who's a doctor."
"Couldn't hurt," Joey shrugged.
****
Marik was having a strange dream. He was running from those who wanted him dead when a malicious-looking boy appeared in front of him, an angry look in his eyes. "Where is it?" he demanded.
"I do not know what you mean," Marik replied, backing up fearfully.
"It was yours and before that it was mine," the other boy hissed. "And you *will* get it back, or you will be . . . punished." With that he was gone.
Marik stood staring, his heart pounding, when suddenly another wicked-looking person stepped out of the shadows. "You stupid boy," he growled, and began to curse Marik in another language. Over and over again, Marik was beaten viciously while this seemingly ageless, evil person continued to scream at him in his ancient tongue.
"Please!" Marik cried in vain. "Please stop!!" He felt like a helpless child.
"Weakling," the satanic entity hissed in English. "Foolish weakling!"
****
Yugi gasped as he watched Marik flinch and cry out. The other boy was still asleep—or perhaps unconscious, since he couldn't be awakened—and he was obviously having a horrid dream. The doctor had already been there and had confirmed that Marik was alright, much to Yugi's relief. Now he just had to wait for the other boy to regain consciousness. Marik had settled down again for the most part, but now he was moaning softly. Yugi shook his head worriedly.
"Yugi," Yami Yugi said, coming out of the Puzzle. "I fear that we are all in grave danger."
Yugi nodded solemnly. "I was afraid of that, Yami," he admitted.
"Marik holds secrets in his mind that could affect the entire world . . . if he could only remember." Yami Yugi crossed his arms and shook his head, watching the sleeping boy in concern.
"You look like a stone statue."
Poor Bakura leaped a mile high, screaming.
"Foolish mortal." Yami Bakura was awake again, and he'd risen up on one elbow to smirk at the boy.
"Yami!" Bakura cried. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"I wasn't dead, you know," Yami Bakura remarked. "What in heaven's name are you so jumpy about?!"
Quickly Bakura explained about the scary phantom that had been observing him. The tomb raider grew serious as he listened.
"What do you think it was, Yami?" Bakura asked.
"An evil presence from the Shadow Realm," his Yami replied, and Bakura was sorry he'd asked.
"What could it have wanted?" the frightened boy queried now.
Yami Bakura shook his head. "I don't know. But I'm certain that it will be back."
"Oh my!" Bakura cried. He had to admit, he hoped his Yami would stay awake now and keep him company.
"I should like to meet this dark entity," Yami Bakura mused.
Bakura gasped. "Yami, you're not well! You can't possibly fight!"
"I said 'meet it,' you dolt—not 'fight it'," Yami Bakura retorted, laying back down. That didn't mean, however, that he didn't want to fight it.
"Yami, are you feeling alright?" Bakura wanted to know. Yami Bakura didn't like to lay around in bed any longer than he had to.
"Of course I am, you fool," Yami Bakura insisted, but then he grimaced. He couldn't lay on his back without feeling pain, so he slowly tried to turn over onto his side again, with Bakura's assistance. Yami Bakura tried to shrug the boy off, but he found he was too weak.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Yami?" Bakura asked after helping to reposition the thief.
"No," Yami Bakura replied firmly. "Just . . . let me sleep," he rasped, his eyes crossing and then closing. He knew a dark secret about himself that he wasn't willing to reveal—that knife had contained a poison that only affected non-mortals. It was a mild poison, but still irritating. It was taking all of his strength to fight it off.
"Yami!" Bakura gasped. He shook his head in disbelief and gently pulled the quilt up around the thief's unconscious body. "That stab wound must have been terribly powerful to keep you out of commission for so long," the boy said softly. He couldn't know how right he was. "I hope you'll be alright."
****
After Seto and Tea reported the incident to the police, Gabrielle took the knife to study as evidence.
"Kaiba, who would throw that thing at you?!" Tea cried, still very shaken up.
"Whoever it was, they're going to pay," Seto growled, taking out his cell phone. He had to make certain that Mokuba was alright. If someone would attack him, who knows what they might try with his brother? Abducting Mokuba to get at the businessman was a favorite activity of his enemies.
While he made his phone call, Tea paced around nervously, thoughts tumbling in her mind. Suddenly she saw a familiar boy coming towards them.
"Tristan!" she said, waving. She didn't know that she had ever been so glad to see him as she was now! Seto didn't seem to be paying much attention to anyone around them. Téa was worried that the knife-thrower would return and he wouldn't even notice.
"Hey, Tea," Tristan greeted. "What's up?"
"Kaiba almost got skewered!" Tea cried with a shudder.
"He looks fine to me," Tristan said, blinking as he watched Seto talk on the phone.
"He is, lamebrain," Tea retorted, "but just barely!" She paused, shivering. "Why is it suddenly so cold out here?!"
Seto hung up. Mokuba was fine. Now he could concentrate on other matters. "Incoming snowstorm," he said flatly.
****
"Man, it feels like the inside of a freezer out here!" Joey cried as a snowflake landed on his nose.
"Marik must be out in this," Yugi said worriedly as the snow started falling harder. "He's not used to this kind of weather!"
Joey shook his head. "Man, I can't believe we're actually lookin' for that guy," he muttered.
"But we don't know what he might've gotten into, Joey," Yugi cried. "He doesn't remember anything about himself, and there's people trying to kill him!" He looked around. "We'll need to split up," he decided.
"What?!" Joey exclaimed. "Yug, I don't know about that . . ."
"We'll find him faster that way," Yugi replied, and took off down the deserted road before Joey could say anything more.
"Man, Marik, you'd better not be leadin' us into one of your traps," Joey growled.
****
It seemed like hours since they had started searching, and now Joey was very frustrated as he trudged through the snow. He hadn't been planning on it to start snowing. He wasn't dressed entirely appropriately for such a thing.
"I feel like I've been searchin' the whole city!" he cried to himself. "Man, if I was Marik, where the heck would I go?!" He looked around. "No sign of him around here." He walked over the docks by the river. "Marik! Hey, where are you?!"
As he searched around and tried to see through the heavily-falling snow, Joey spotted a figure curled up against the wall of an old shack. "Marik?" he called, but didn't receive an answer.
Slowly he went over closer and saw that it was definitely Marik. He'd recognize the other boy's long blonde hair anywhere. Marik had pulled his legs up to his chest and was hugging his knees, having laid his head across them. He was covered with a dusting of snow and seemed to be asleep, but . . .
Joey gulped as he knelt next to his old enemy, shaking him on the shoulder. "Marik! Come on, this ain't no place for a slumber party! Wake up!!" The Egyptian boy didn't answer, and a chill ran up Joey's spine. If Marik had . . . died out here in the cold, it would always haunt Joey. He would remember the other boy's sad eyes and always wonder if Marik really had been telling the truth.
Roughly Joey pushed Marik's head and shoulders back and leaned down to listen for breath. To his relief, the other boy was still alive, but he seemed to be in a state deeper than just normal sleep.
"Man, I've gotta get you out of here," Joey muttered, trying to pull the boy up. Marik's limp body was heavy, and Joey didn't know if he'd be able to carry him very far. He tried to brush the snow off the boy's clothes and hair.
"Joey!!" he heard Yugi call, and he looked up, relieved.
"Yug, give me a hand here!" Joey called back, and in an instant Yugi was at his side.
"Joey, what happened to him?!" Yugi cried in horror, summoning his Yami and helping to lift Marik up.
"I dunno," Joey replied, shaking his head. "I guess he fell asleep out in the cold or somethin'." Now he was trying to ignore the feeling of guilt that was threatening to engulf him. Why would Marik have fallen asleep out here . . . unless . . . unless his story was true and he had nowhere to go?
"Marik!" Yugi called to the boy. "Marik, can you hear me?" He paused upon not receiving any kind of an answer. "We must get him back where it's warm," he stated grimly. "Immediately!"
Unseen by them, a dark figure watched in the shadows with interest. "So, Marik Ishtar is no longer in possession of the Millennium Rod," he mused. "But then who has it now?" He sneered evilly. "It shan't be hard for me to find out who does. And when I have it once more, nothing will stop me from creating havoc throughout the world!"
****
After taking Tea and Tristan to their homes, Seto was heading for his own home when he spotted Yugi and Joey trying to carry a lifeless body through the swirling drifts of white. Blinking in confusion, Seto directed his chauffeur to drive over to where the other boys were.
"Man, Yug," he heard Joey say, "you don't think that's Kaiba, do you?"
Before Yugi could answer, Seto rolled the limo's tinted window down and looked at them. "What happened?" he demanded, recognizing the motionless form as Marik Ishtar. Why were Ishtars turning up in his life right and left?! Now the only one he hadn't seen was Rishid.
"Hey, if you'll give us a lift to the game shop, we'd be happy to explain," Joey replied.
Seto nodded in agreement. "Very well. Get in." He opened the door.
"Thank you," Yugi smiled in relief. He and Joey gently laid Marik in the limo and then climbed in after him.
Seto regarded the unconscious boy with a piercing gaze. "Now," he said aloud as he moved over to make room, "what happened?"
Between the two of them, Yugi and Joey told of their encounter with Marik and the ensuing search for him after he had sadly walked away, while they tried to restore the circulation to Marik's bare arms.
"He ain't used to the weather here," Joey said as Marik moaned and shivered. "There's no telling how long he was layin' there in the snow before I found him."
Seto didn't answer that, but he directed the chauffeur to turn the heat up. "He doesn't have the Millennium Rod?" the blue-eyed boy demanded suddenly. If Marik didn't have it, then where was it? For some reason, Seto sensed that it was important. Yugi had held the Rod for a time, but then Seto knew it had been given back to Marik.
"No." Yugi shook his head as he took his jacket off and laid it across Marik's shuddering form. "The Rare Hunters were freed from his mind control after Battle City and now they all want their old master dead." He also was sensing that the location of the Rod was important, but he didn't quite know why.
****
Ishizu Ishtar looked at her Egyptian exhibit in the Domino Museum, a faraway look in her blue eyes. She knew that her younger brother had gone missing; in fact, she knew many of the details about what had happened to him recently. She knew about the car crash and the events that followed, but what she didn't know was what had happened to Marik before the car crash. She didn't know how he had come to be involved in the accident, but she did know that it wasn't just the Rare Hunters who wanted him dead. Marik had learned a deadly secret, one that controlled the fates of many—and once his other enemies found out that he was still alive, he would be in far worse danger than he had been before.
She sighed sadly. She missed her brother so! More than anything she wanted to go to him, even though she knew he wouldn't remember her. But that was when he'd need her more than ever. She smiled as the Tauk glowed, reminding her that she would see Marik again very soon.
The woman dropped into a chair, massaging her forehead. Right now she didn't have either of her brothers with her. Rishid lay at home, nearly dead, with Shadi watching over him. The same night Marik had vanished, Rishid had been found badly beaten. Ishizu still didn't know if he would make it. And there, all alone in the lonely basement, the poor woman began to cry.
****Tea stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. For one brief moment, she thought she caught another reflection in the glass and she whirled around, her heart pounding. "Who's there?!" she cried. Her room was empty; no one else was in sight.
"Tea," an eerily familiar voice laughed, and the girl clutched her brush frantically. She could never forget that voice—it was the evil priest from her dream!
"What do you want?!" Tea demanded. "I don't want you here. Get out!!"
The voice laughed again, but Tea felt him depart. Now she knew for certain that he wasn't Seto Kaiba.
****
Grampa Muto looked up when Yugi and Joey brought Marik's shivering form into the game shop. "Good heavens! What has happened?" the elderly man cried. He knew who Marik was from the tales Yugi and Joey had told, and he knew what the boy looked like from seeing him on TV at times with Ishizu, but he had never expected him to be coming into this house—at least not in this way.
"It's a long story, Gramps," Joey said with a sigh, shaking his head.
"I promise I'll tell you all about it later, Grampa," Yugi said, "but right now we have to get Marik warmed up!" A few new snowflakes fell out of Marik's hair and adorned the floor.
Grampa Muto nodded and opened the door leading to their home upstairs. "Of course, Yugi," he said, again feeling immensely proud of his grandson—and of Joey as well. They were being so dear, helping this former enemy of theirs.
Quickly Yugi and Joey carried Marik's limp body into the guest bedroom and laid the boy on the bed. "I think the color has started to return to his face," Yugi said in relief, removing the Egyptian's shoes.
"Yeah," Joey agreed. "I guess he got pretty warm in ol' Kaiba's limo," he remarked.
Gently Yugi covered Marik with the soft comforter and then nodded in satisfaction. "I think you probably found him just in time, Joey," the violet-eyed boy said softly. "You saved his life."
Joey looked embarrassed. "Eh, well . . . I didn't want the guy to wind up dyin'," he said, and Yugi smiled.
"I know," he assured his friend. "He'll probably sleep through the night now," he mused. "Maybe I should call that friend of Grampa's who's a doctor."
"Couldn't hurt," Joey shrugged.
****
Marik was having a strange dream. He was running from those who wanted him dead when a malicious-looking boy appeared in front of him, an angry look in his eyes. "Where is it?" he demanded.
"I do not know what you mean," Marik replied, backing up fearfully.
"It was yours and before that it was mine," the other boy hissed. "And you *will* get it back, or you will be . . . punished." With that he was gone.
Marik stood staring, his heart pounding, when suddenly another wicked-looking person stepped out of the shadows. "You stupid boy," he growled, and began to curse Marik in another language. Over and over again, Marik was beaten viciously while this seemingly ageless, evil person continued to scream at him in his ancient tongue.
"Please!" Marik cried in vain. "Please stop!!" He felt like a helpless child.
"Weakling," the satanic entity hissed in English. "Foolish weakling!"
****
Yugi gasped as he watched Marik flinch and cry out. The other boy was still asleep—or perhaps unconscious, since he couldn't be awakened—and he was obviously having a horrid dream. The doctor had already been there and had confirmed that Marik was alright, much to Yugi's relief. Now he just had to wait for the other boy to regain consciousness. Marik had settled down again for the most part, but now he was moaning softly. Yugi shook his head worriedly.
"Yugi," Yami Yugi said, coming out of the Puzzle. "I fear that we are all in grave danger."
Yugi nodded solemnly. "I was afraid of that, Yami," he admitted.
"Marik holds secrets in his mind that could affect the entire world . . . if he could only remember." Yami Yugi crossed his arms and shook his head, watching the sleeping boy in concern.