Thanx for the warnings, silver swan and Adelianna.  I knew it wasn't my imagination.  Wait a sec, Mokuba? *turns and glomps Mokuba* He's so cute ^_^.  Well, better him than and other two.  Hang on how'd you get here?

Mokuba:  Not really sure, but I remember Ryou acting kinda fun- *disappears with a poof of smoke*

Uh-oh this isn't good.  If you don't hear from me in a while, you know why. *tiny voice* I hope I'm wrong tho

Chapter Twelve:  Nightmares Can Come True

            The sheets around me were so deliciously warm and soft.  They had the just out of the dryer smell and feeling to them as I curled into a small ball.  I felt my back brush against something and shrugged it off.  I figured that I had mentally placed one of the larger white tiger toys on the bed in my soul room.  My thoughts went back to how nice the warm sheets felt against my bare arms.

            [Bare arms!?] I thought bolting straight up.

            I was a lavender nightgown, not my clothes that I had been in earlier.  I wasn't even in my soul room.  I was in a large bed with light purple satin sheets and violet covers.  Then I glanced to my right and saw Malik sleeping peacefully under the covers, yet above the sheets.  I felt my heart pound even harder as he stirred and opened his eyes, staring at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

            "Lie back down, my dear." Malik said, "You need to get your strength back."

            "No." I said in soft whisper, climbing out of the bed.

            The cold air cut through me like a knife, making my breath catch in my throat.  I let out a soft gasp of shock, as I stood in the frigid air.  I stood beside the bed, shaking because of the cold and my fear.  I hurried to the door and tried to open it, but the door was locked.  I sank down to the ground, tears rolling down my cheeks.  This was the last place I wanted to be.

            "Even though you don't want to, you're coming back to bed." Malik said, suddenly beside me.

            "Don't touch me." I whimpered, "Leave me alone."

            "You're not going to get yourself sick." Malik said firmly, scooping me into his arms and carrying me back to the bed.

            "Let me go." I said struggling to get out of his arms.

            "Would you prefer that sedate you?" Malik asked, narrowing his lavender eyes.

            I made my answer perfectly clear when I slapped Malik across the face.  His eyes flashed angrily as he unceremoniously dropped me on the bed.  Then he grabbed a cloth and a bottle off of a nearby table.  I recognized the liquid from the bottle as chloroform and rolled off the bed on the other side.  Now Malik had to get around the bed if he wanted to get to me.  Unfortunately, I didn't realize how weak I still was or how fast Malik was.  He trapped me in a corner of the room and smirked broadly as he pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth against my nose and mouth.

            "Sweet dream, my dear." Malik chuckled, as I crumpled to the ground.

            My dreams were nothing but nightmares, all of them about Malik chasing me, trapping me, and catching me.  The worst part of the dreams was how his lavender eyes shone malevolently as he stared into my eyes.  Then there was another dream that completely tore out my heart.  I was in the room where Malik and Marik had taken my Light Magic.  However instead of me being cuffed to the altar, it was Seto.

            "Seto." I called out in fear.

            "I don't think so, girl." Marik sneered grabbing me from behind, "Let them continue the ceremony."

            "What ceremony?" I asked, struggling against Marik's tight grip.

            "The one that will increase Malik's Shadow Powers." Marik snickered.

            I turned just in time to see Malik separate the Millennium Rod into its dagger and sheath form.  I gasped in fear and struggled even harder against Marik's grip.  I watched helplessly as Malik sliced Seto across the chest.  I felt my knees go weak when I saw Set's blood stain his white leather trench coat.  I thought that I was going to be sick, as I fell to my knees.  Then tears started to trickle down my cheeks, as I saw Seto's head drop.

            "No, Seto." I sobbed, as I saw a light blue light flow from Seto and into Malik.

            "The ceremony is complete." Malik said, sheathing the Millennium Rod and turning around.

            "No, he can't be." I murmured softly, "He just can't be."

            As I continued to murmur, I felt someone shaking me gently.  Then I heard a gentle voice calling my name coaxing me to awaken.  When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of olive eyes with a tattoo over the left side of the face; it was Rishid.  I noticed that my cheeks were damp with my tears.  Rishid stopped shaking me, allowing me to sit up slightly.  When I did, I noticed that Malik was no longer in the bed beside me.

            "You must eat and dress.  Master Malik wishes to see you." Rishid said with a thick Egyptian accent.

            "Where are my clothes?" I asked.

            "Master Malik has provided you with new clothing." Rishid replied coolly, "It is in the wardrobe."

            Rishid placed a tray of food on my lap, telling me that he would return in about a half an hour.  I ate only a little of the food from the tray, and then climbed out of the bed.  I opened the wardrobe to find an assortment of black and dark violet shirts along with a few black leather skirts.  In a drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe were underclothing and socks.  Finally, I noticed a pair of black high black boots beside the wardrobe.

            I changed out of the nightgown into fresh clothing.  It didn't help that I never wore skirts very often at home, but the longest skirt came to just above my knees.  Both the skirt and the shirt fit snugly, hugging my chest and hips more than I would have liked.  I brushed my hair and re-braided it quickly.  As I finished braiding my hair, Rishid walked into the room with a violet robe draped over his arm.

            "You didn't finish your meal." Rishid remarked, glancing at the tray of half-eaten food.

            "I'm not hungry." I replied meekly under his cold gaze.

            "I feel it is only wise to warn you that from now on you will only eat when Masters Marik and Malik decide to eat." Rishid said firmly.

            "I understand." I replied softly.

            "You are also to wear this." Rishid said, holding out the robe.

            I took the robe and put it on gratefully, finally feeling more clothed.  Then Rishid lifted his hood, motioning for me to do the same.  I pulled up the hood of my robe, hiding my face within the shadows of it.  Then Rishid led me out of the bedroom and down a series of hallways.  Rishid stopped and told me not to move and wait for him to return.  I nodded mutely and bowed my head.

            Within seconds I lost myself, thinking about the nightmare I had during the night.  It amazed me that my mind could create something so graphic and heart wrenching.  Another thought that occurred to me was how I was so worried about Seto; he generally wasn't my favorite character because of how cold he was.  Then I remembered everything he had done to try and comfort me once we had been captured and the look on his face after Malik and Marik gave my Light Magic to Bakura.

            "Girl, come with me." Rishid's voice ordered firmly.

            I looked up and then followed him through the door.  I lowered my head as we walked through the door.  Rishid pushed me before Marik and Malik, and I fell into a kneeling position.  My heart was pounding a million mile per minutes, as I waited in silence.  Marik dismissed Rishid, and I heard Rishid leave, while one of the others move toward me.  My chin was lifted up, and I found myself looking into Malik's intense lavender eyes.

            "Not going to fight me anymore, are you?" Malik chuckled, "I have to admit that was quite fun last night."

            "You never did tell me about last night." Marik said, "Please, I'd love to hear about it."

            "When the girl realized that we were sharing a bed, she tried to flee." Malik replied, "She fought about going back to bed, so I had to sedate her."

            "Then I take it that you used the chloroform I gave you." Marik said with a smirk, "I told you that you'd want it."

            "Stand up and let's see what you chose to wear today." Malik said, releasing my chin.

            I responded by bowing my head and shaking with fear.  I couldn't bring myself to rise to my feet and only shook with fear.  Malik pulled me to my feet and opened the violet cloak.  My face was burning with humiliation as he gazed at the outfit.  I raised my head slightly and saw an unsatisfied frown on Malik's face.  I didn't notice it earlier, but Marik was also giving me the same look as his yami, making me even more nervous.

            "Black and violet suit don't you as well as sky blue, lavender, and white." Malik said with a frown, "I think I'm going to have to fix that."

            "Go ahead and take the motorcycle." Marik chuckled, "Unless you want me to send another Mind Slave to fetch her new clothing."

            "Send a Mind Slave." Malik said, "It's too warm to make such a long trip through the desert."

            Marik walked back to the throne-like chair he had been sitting in and picked up the Millennium Rod.  I felt a wave weakness pulse through my body as Marik communicated with one of his Mind Slaves.  My knees gave out beneath me, causing me to fall into Malik's arms.  At first I didn't understand why the Rod had affected me so much, when I wasn't the one that was the target.  Then I remembered how Isis said my Light Magic shielded me.

            "Well, this is a pleasant surprise." Malik smirked, holding me close, "Marik, be careful when you use the Millennium Rod.  She's even more affected by the Shadow Magic now that her Light Magic has been removed."

            "Have her sit down by your chair." Marik said motioning a second throne-like chair beside his own.

            "Yes, that probably would be for the best." Malik said leading me over to his throne, "A couple pillows for you to sit on would be perfect."

            A Rare Hunter suddenly appeared, carrying two massive royal purple pillows.  Malik told me to sit down on the pillows, which I did silently feeling too weak to fight back.  I closed my eyes wearily as I felt the room start to spin.  When I reopened my eyes the room was no longer spinning, but was fading in and out of focus and growing colder.  Finally darkness consumed everything.

Okay I think it's safe to say that this is not good for Crystal.  Without her Light Magic to shield her, Crystal's not going to be able to hold her own against Shadow Magic very well at all.  I hope you liked this chapter and will send me a review *Puppy dog eyes*.  I'll see you next time.  *Checks to make sure it's safe* bye

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