Moons: Sorry about the lack of update. I was in Disney for a week. So I really didn't have the chance to type.

Aurora: Yeah, nice excuse. You just spent every spare second with those English boys.

Moons: So? They were nice and they were hot. Anyone would have! But I bring you the next chapter. So please enjoy!!

Unbroken

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"The plan is working perfectly you dolt!"

            Marik growled into the cell phone and shifted the dead weight of the innocent Yugi on his shoulder. Brett was screaming something in ear about not working according to their plan. But he was, ignoring the few changes he had made to it himself.

            "I told you to get the Pharaoh and the Tomb Raider not play come find me with two innocents!" Brett screamed, forcing Marik to jerk the phone from his ear. "Now drop your twisted games and go after the real prize."

            Marik snarled in the receiver and tightened his fist on the phone. His powers were bubbling just below the surface and if he didn't blow off some steam soon he was liable to toast the phone. Unceremoniously dropping Yugi to the ground, Marik searched his surroundings. He was in some kind of park and luckily he didn't see another person in sight or sense anyone coming. Now all he to do was some thing to take his anger out on. His eyes landed on a medium sized oak tree.

            Marik allowed his powers to boil over the surface. A tiny fireball appeared in his hand and he aimed it at a tree. The fire leapt from his hand and slammed into the trunk of the tree. There was a powerful explosion that shook the ground he was standing on. The tree's trunk spilt with a large crack and the wood began smoking. The smell and sight of burning wood calmed his anger. He bent down and slung Yugi back over his shoulder before continuing walking. When he placed the phone against his ear, Brett was there screaming again.

            "What the hell was that noise?" He screamed. "It sounded like a bomb went it off! What the fuck are you doing out there?!"

            Marik chuckled. "Call it anger management."

            The line went silent for a minute. Marik knew that Brett was digesting that comment, inspecting it for the true meaning. When he computed it all, he exploded himself.

            "You're using your powers in public!?" He raged. "Are you trying to get both you and this lab caught? You can't just go around blowing things up because you're pissed! Now I see that you are better under key and watch. Now you listen to me-"

            "No you listen to me!" Marik suddenly snapped, his calmness fleeing quickly to be replaced by the fiery anger. "I'm doing just what you asked. You want the damn Pharaoh and Tomb Raider, right? Well I'm getting them, but I'm getting them my way! They formed some kind of ties to these two innocents. And now that I have both of them in my power, those fucking unbrokens will come running. The plan is working just like I want it to. But if you have a problem with it I can cut ties with you and do it myself. And I assure you if that happens, by the end of the week you and the entire world will be calling me Master!"

            Marik stopped his raging and took a deep breath. Brett had fallen silent again, but Marik had a feeling that this time it was out of fear and not confusion. And that was just fine. Let the whiny scientist be scared. Marik hoped that later in his life, Brett would wake up in a cold sweat after having a nightmare of this very conversation and sit up in a bed dampened by his own terrified urine.

            "So do we still have a deal or am I flying solo?" He asked in an eerily calm voice.

            Brett was quiet for a few more seconds before answering.

            "We still have a deal." He rasped. "But I want the Pharaoh and Tomb Raider in custody by the end of the week or I'm hauling you back in and locking you in solitary confinement for a long time."

            Marik grunted and hung up the tiny phone. He slipped it into his back pocket and shifted the innocent's weight again. For such a small kid, he was nothing but dead weight. In the end it better be worth lugging his heavy ass around. He grinned. It'd be worth it. Oh yes, it would. Once the Pharaoh was under his control all the trouble would be worth it. He could just picture the look on the Pharaoh and Tomb Raider's face when they found Ryou. The little white haired boy would be curled up in a fetal position, moaning and withering in pain.

            He laughed and continued towards the destination that Brett had picked out. Brett wouldn't be there yet, but it was still the perfect place to store his captive and draw his two future servants.

            Yugi groaned on his shoulders. Marik glanced up at him and smirked. He better quicken his pace. If the little one woke up in public they may have a problem on their hands. The place he was headed wasn't even a block away. As he rounded the corner he could hear people surrounding the smoldering tree, murmuring. He allowed himself to tap into their hearts, hoping that he could get a good laugh. And he did.

            There was a girl who wanted nothing more then to be a dancer in America, a Broadway baby. Her short brown hair was teased and her blue eyes were hidden behind heavy layers of make-up. She danced from side to side and sang cheesy show tunes.

            "Good luck." Marik chuckled to himself.

            There was another two boys. One with blond hair and a taller with brown hair and pointed bangs. The blond just wanted to get out of his house and away from his drunk father and see to it that his sister got her surgery. Then they could get away and live a care free life. The brunette wanted to see that his friend's sister got the surgery and left with him. He wanted her to see him for the first time and fall deeply in love and stay by his side for the rest of his life. Marik had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out into laughter. He was about to turn and leave when someone sent out a desire that stopped him in his tracks.

            It was boy that appeared his own age. He had long jet black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. His sharp emerald eyes were outlined in dark black and a dark line traced down his cheek from his left eye. His heart was practically screaming. He wanted to know who had caused the explosion. The power the person must have drove him to near insanity. He wanted to be like him. He wanted to have powers. Unstoppable powers. Then he could have a reason to be so different.

            Marik stared at him, soaking him in. He'd never heard anyone want to be different. At least different like he was. He'd never heard anyone ask for powers because most people didn't think such a thing could ever exist. Marik finally turned from the scene but he wore a large grin.

            "We shall meet again." He murmured. "And maybe you can get your wish."

~*~

            "I can walk on my own."

            Bakura rolled his eyes. Yami had always been stubborn. And it was obvious that now was no different. Yami was staggering even though he was still weighing heavily on Bakura's shoulder. Marik's attack had really done a number on his in his weakened state. His body was stiff and running to find them was definitely out of question. And now he was insisting on walking on his own. That would just slow them down.

            "Yami, you know you can't." Bakura objected. "The more you try and do on your own the slower we'll wind up going."

            Yami growled and pushed himself up off Bakura's shoulder. He swayed slightly, and Bakura tensed, waiting to have to spring out and catch him. Instead, Yami regained his footing and stood proud. Bakura had to grin. Maybe he had been wrong.

            "Are we ready now?" Yami asked with very little patience. "We have to find them before Marik does something to them."

            Bakura nodded and the two of them continued walking. Neither one of them had any idea where they were going. All they knew was that they would be able to feel Yugi or Ryou's presence once they got close enough.

            Old buildings passed them and nothing looked familiar. Even Bakura who had rode around in that van for hours couldn't recognize anything. Yami was beginning to lose hope of ever seeing the two innocents again when Bakura suddenly stopped.

            "Bakura?" Yami whispered, almost afraid by his friend's sudden change in demeanor. "What's wrong?"

            Bakura looked up at the building to their left. His eyes drifted to a window on the second floor. Their sharp chocolate brown color was now cloudy.

            "Ryou's in there." He suddenly spoke.

            Suddenly he took off running. He bolted up the stairs and in through the front door. Yami gasped and ran to follow him. A fiery pain flashed through him, dropping him to his knees. He gasped, trying to blink back the tears, but he couldn't help but allow a couple to slip past. He guessed running was out of the question. Slowly pushing himself to his feet, he staggered up the stairs after Bakura.

            Only one thing bugged as he followed Bakura's presence up to the second story. If his friend felt Ryou there, how come he didn't feel Yugi? Once he reached the second floor, he saw a door cracked open down at the far end of the hall. He could hear someone inside whimpering. He made his way over to the room as fast as he could go. When reached the door and looked inside, he stopped short. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be. But there in front of him was the proof. Yami crumpled to his knees. All he could do was whisper one word.

            "No."

Moons: So there you go. Another chapter. And what happened to Ryou? Is he dead or alive?.....dead or alive…. *starts singing* I'm wanted, dead or alive….

Aurora: Whoa, she's lost it.

Moons: No, I'm just thinking about that band I saw perform at pleasure Island in Disney…Ka-Bang. They were good and hot. They did a cover of that song.

Aurora: Right…

Moons: Anyway, I'm going to go and start working on the next chapter of Pharaoh's Spirit. Please read and review!