Chapter 3

Maya's POV

I knew they would take Kit. Anyone who even poses a threat to them, they'll take and convert them to their side. But Kit really wasn't that much of a threat.

That's what they did to me. But it didn't work the way they had planned.

"What are we going to do?" Kyah asked in hysterics because her friend had been kidnapped. What a freak.

"I suppose the only thing we can do is go search for Marik and Malik." I suggested.

"They would've left by now." Bakura answered, already sounding defeated.

"We could still look, I still know the way there. Believe me, I won't get lost." I answered. "And Kyah, you can go tell the others. Just be back soon and make sure Ryou is okay. We don't need him freaking out too."

"O - okay." Kyah answered nervously as she started up the stairs to probably tell Ryou what happened in a more exaggerated explanation.

We both shook our heads simultaneously and ran out the door; Bakura following me.

After not even twenty minutes, we arrived at the Rare Hunter's hideout. But even before I opened the back door, I knew it was abandoned. Marik and Malik waste no time when they've already got what they wanted. I just don't see why they stopped here just to get Kit and leave me.

Bakura broke my concentration with kicking empty boxes and punching walls.

"Stop!" I screamed, as I grabbed his wrist only for him to pull away. "Punching and kicking random objects that just so happen to unfortunately be near you isn't going to solve anything. We have to stop wasting time and think."

"Think about what exactly?"

"I don't know, how about where they could've gone and how we're going to find them."

"Well, let's see, I can narrow it down to --- they could be anywhere in the world by now!" Bakura screamed out of frustration.

"Ugh. Fine, let's just go back and hopefully the others will have a more effective plan." I glanced at Bakura before we left. "Anyway, I didn't know you cared so much about Kit."

Bakura stopped and turned sharply to face me. "Kit is nothing to me. I just have a score to settle with these idiots and they shouldn't have left yet."

And with that said, we walked quickly back to his house in anticipation to figure out what to do next.

Malik's POV

After an hour's walk in the shadows, we all made it to an open field with an airplane waiting for us. As we boarded on, I had Kit take the window seat, Marik in the middle, and I sat on the edge. Therefore, I could keep my eye on those two and anyway, they'd have to pass me before they could try anything funny.

Kit had proved herself already to be a problem as she was too stubborn for her own good and she didn't last quite as long as I had hoped under my spell. Nothing the Millennium Rod couldn't handle. And Marik was holding up that part of the truth by keeping Kit under control.

Now that we're finally on the plane to headquarters, my work wont be as chaotic. The only down side is the twelve hour flight. This gives me about six hours to myself since half of the time, I figure I'll have to keep Marik and Kit in their place. ::sigh:: Why can't they all just shut-up and obey me?

Kit's POV

Here I am, trapped in my mind with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I'm a passenger in my own body. I'll just lay back with my own thoughts while someone else makes all the decisions for me. ::sigh:: This sucks.

But earlier, I remember seeing Marik's face. I was so confused. Why would Marik Ishtar cry? He denies it, but it was so obvious.

/ I didn't cry. /

::blink:: Uh, ok. That was just a bit on the odd side. Where the hell did that voice come from?

/ It's Marik, you fool. I can hear every one of your frivolous thoughts as long as I preside over you. /

Oh. I see. But I know you were crying. I could see the tear trails and the redness in your eyes. You can't deny it truthfully.

/ I WASN'T CRYING! /

Then what were you doing?

::silence::

Are you going to answer me?

/ Shut-up wench, you have no proof and I wasn't crying to begin with. I win. /

Bullshit, I win.