Disclaimer: *takes Yami's hair gel, mixes it with food coloring, and writes on kitchen floor* I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Yami: *pops out of soul room, hair looking very flat* Where the hell is my hair gel!?
Neko: *tries to look innocent* I don't know…
Yami: Look, it is impossible for you to look innocent. You are just too damn evil….
Bakura: *snickers* You look so stupid Pharaoh.
Yami: Look Tomb Raider!!!
Tsuki: Quit being pissy Yami Yami! *shoots a rubber band at him* Put your hair up.
Yami: *rubber band hits him in the nose* I want my hair gel! *pulls back hair*
Neko & Bakura: *snicker*
Tsuki: *hits Neko* Why are you always causing trouble!?!
Neko: Because it's fun and it's my fic and if you ever hit me again, you will become dead, buried, and 6 feet under.
Tsuki: Eep! Umm, lets start the fic…
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"Master Marik! Seto was located at-"
"I don't care you insolent fool. How many people have this information?"
"Only me and the messenger that I sent to the Pharaoh Sir."
Marik smiled and thought about the messenger that now sat in a corner somewhere waking up not remembering anything of this last week. "Good, come with me for a moment my loyal worker." Marik took him aside and erased his mind, and then he headed off to defend himself against Shima.
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Yami came close to Shima and grabbed her arm forcing her to face him, "My feelings for her are none of your business. You will do well to remember that."
"It is my business if it is clouding your judgment. You are too preoccupied with Bakura and Mezra!"
"Do not shout at me! Bakura is a tomb raider and he requires my time for punishment. He is worthy of nothing else."
"He requires your time for punishment, but does he require Marik's time as well?"
Yami looked suspicious, "What do you mean?" Then Yami said in almost a caring tone, "And what happened to your face?"
"Marik slapped me and this is the impression of his ring which you can check yourself. You seem to not have noticed that Marik has become quite violent with Bakura and me. You also seem to ignore Marik's sneakiness, as well as Bakura all together, to play with Mezra."
Yami looked almost shocked. Nothing goes on in his Palace that he doesn't know about.
"Do not look so shocked. Question Mezra, Bakura, and especially Marik. You will find I speak the truth. And I pray to the gods that you can take control of your palace before something drastic happens."
"I will check on Mezra and Marik."
"I urge you to check on Bakura too. You seem to think Mezra is worthy of a name, an identity, and she is but a tomb raider like Bakura."
"As I have said it is not your job to lecture me! As for Marik, I highly doubt that he is disloyal to me but I will be cautious if it puts your worries to rest. Now leave me!"
Shima turned to leave then turned back and bowed lowly, "I am loyal to you always Pharaoh Yami, but I do think things have gotten out of your control and into someone else's."
Shima left Yami to think. He became hurt at the thought that Marik could not be loyal, and he wondered whether Bakura should be told of his past. It would be hard to explain particularly because he and Bakura did not like each other. He sighed and headed for the door.
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Mezra sat on the bed that occupied her small room and thought about how dirty she felt. She thought of how all she wanted to do was get away with her brother and leave that pervert Marik and his Pharaoh. She rotated her wrist hearing a loud crack and feeling pain every time. She noticed that Marik had twisted her wrist a little too hard. Mezra closed her eyes and began to take her nails and make long scratches on her arms. This was a bad habit she had had from her childhood. The pain took her mind off of things, though Bakura had always chastised her when she did it. She had stopped scratching when her skin tore open and blood washed over her nails. Ah Bakura, how she missed even his overprotection and his rantings for her to be careful and to trust no one. Though he chastised her, he always had a concerned look in his eyes. When she looked up she saw a different set of concerned eyes. The normally cold eyes of her Pharaoh stared at her as he took her arm to look at the scratches. "What are you doing here?" She said coldly, pulling her arm well out of his reach, though she thought he might really look worried.
"I came to check on you, and to ask you some questions. What is wrong to your arms?"
"It is nothing." She tried hard to conceal her secrets, but it was hard to do while being pinned to the wall by someone much taller and stronger. "What do you want?"
"Has Marik said or done anything to you?"
"You should know."
"What do you mean?"
"You sent him in here to play with my head and try to rape me!!!"
"I did not," Yami stumbled while speaking but quickly regained his composure. "I had no knowledge until just recently that he had even seen you."
"Of course I am supposed to believe that when you are both such cold bastards!!"
"Cold bastard am I? Then why would I be here? Yes I admit I might have made some mistakes, and I am trying to gather information to correct them."
"If you want to correct a mistake, then let me see my brother and let us go."
"I might let you see him but no more. All you think about is your brother and all he thinks of is you."
"Yes Pharaoh, it is called devotion and loyalty and even love. But I guess you didn't have enough of that growing up."
"I am in control of this little game," He drew closer to her and whispered, "Tell me if Marik has done anything to you and what he has done, and then I will make a decision."
"Fine then," She let out a low growl to hide the choke in her voice as she thought she might cry. She told him what happened and she let him fix her arm, though she kept her distance after that.
"Hmmm," he said after she had finished.
"Well?"
"Well what? I have to go take care of some business."
"What about our deal?" She said it with such hope in her voice.
"I shall think about it." She picked up a little pot and threw it at him as he closed the door. The pot crashed into the wall and she sat and started digging her nails in her sides this time.
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The guard found Marik and sent him to the throne room. Oh perfect, Shima has gotten to him. It is of no concern, my plans are already in place. Marik reached the throne room and walked knocked. "Come." Yami seemed rather hesitant. He entered to the Pharaoh, sitting on his throne, studying him as he had never done before.
"Yes, my Pharaoh? Did you call for me?"
"Well Marik, is there anything you need to tell me at this point and time?"
"Like what, my liege?"
"Some allegations have come up about you. Some interesting ones really. Now is there anything you need to tell me?"
"And what are these allegations? Though I am certain there is no truth to them."
Yami was looking at him hard. He seemed sincere yet still Yami decided he had to tread cautiously. "You must listen, I would like you to devote all of your time to finding Seto and your normal duties. Though I want you to stay as far away from Shima, Mezra, and Bakura as possible."
"And why do I need to stay away from them?"
"It has been said, with evidence, that you have a bad temper and if you are loyal to me then you will follow my orders with out question."
Marik punched the wall in anger only proving his temper to Yami. When he regained his composure he said, "You can't believe her over me my Pharaoh. We have known each other far longer than you have known Shima."
"Ah, but I never said I had talked to Shima. This leads me to believe that you know more than you are telling me."
Marik mentally chastised himself then stood up with grace. "Do not worry, I will stay away from them. It seems Shima has fed you some lies, do leave everything else to me."
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Bakura rolled over on the cold floor and shivered slightly. Maybe I do not want her to see me so weak. He thought about the dream he had had. Where he and Mezra were dressed in fine clothing and were standing together as though they were royal. He had long ago noticed that his ring was gone but it was just a petty momento from his father. Why did Yami make it sound so important? That bastard better leave Mezra alone. Then Bakura suddenly felt warm. He realized that there was a blanket over him. He sat up to see Shima strolling away.
Then she stopped, "Your sister is fine, and I have corrected the Pharaoh's naivety. People like you, who know nothing should not be treated like this."
"People like me? I believe people like me are hated everywhere. For my stealing and my looks."
"You should not be treated in such a way, because you are an item holder." Shima walked away
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Sorry guys. I know it took me while to update and I am really sorry. This is one story I will definitely continue. It just might take me a while….. I know there wasn't much Bakura in this chapter, but he becomes very important later and gets to play with Yami's head and sort of get revenge. So just bare with me and I hope Yami fans and Bakura fans will be pleased. Please review.
~OniNekoTsumes~