SilverDragon: Hey, welcome back! It's chapter whatever and we're still in Marik's dream-thingy.

Otogi: Silver-chan, that's not even a word.

SD: And?

Otogi: ...

SD: I don't own anything so don't ask me.

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Marik p.o.v. (point of view)

A loud crash from the kitchen area announced he wasn't alone.

Marik whirled to face the person, heart pounding uncomfortably. A shadow was barely visible through the gloom. Black on black. It swayed slightly and took a step forward, its arms outstretched as if to embrace him, the fingers spread widely. Marik instinctively stepped back and loosed the dagger hidden in the Sennen Rod.

"Don't you dare come any closer!"

The shrouded figure paused, then suddenly it dashed forward, grabbing Marik by the shoulder and slamming him into the opposite wall.

The small, wavery pool of light the candle cast shone on his attacker's face. Purple-blue hair framed a face livid with anger. Violet eyes mocked his weakness and a small triangle-shaped lime-green tattoo stood out vividly beneath her left eye.

"Siri?" Marik breathed. "I thought you were dead!" Siri smiled nastily. "Not as dead as you're going to be, little brother..." In a surge of rage and fear Marik swung up the golden dagger and plunged it into Siri's forearm. ...Or it would've plunged in if it had gotten past her skin.

Which it didn't.

Marik frantically tried to stab Siri again, but it was like trying to punch a hole in steel with your bare hands. Siri caught the blade and contemptuously snapped it with her free hand. (A.N. Hey, it's a dream! She can have super-human powers if I want her to!)

"You left me for dead!" Siri bellowed into Marik's face. Marik only spluttered in reply so Siri continued. "-You- made the tomb collapse. -You- wanted me out of the way so you could have the pharaoh's power all to yourself. ...I had -hours- to brood on that... and I notice that you still don't have the pharaoh's power?" Marik swallowed and winced, as Siri's fingers on his shoulder tightened like a vice. He could practically hear the bones groaning under the pressure.

He managed to glare back and say, "Serves you right for getting in my way. If you could've--ARGH!" Exactly what Siri could've done was stopped by Marik's cry of pain as she slammed him into the wall (again.) so hard that one of the little pictures fell with a crash on the floor and shattered.

Marik felt a tickling sensation on the back of his head. He swatted at it with his free hand and his fingers came back coated crimson with blood. (A.N. ...Owie?)

Siri's hand rose, balled into a fist, ready to beat the life out of him when a slim hand placed itself on hers. Siri eyed this new person and lowered her fist reluctantly. Something gold glinted off her wrist, and Marik stared too. The person was a teenage girl, similar to Siri. But she had bluer hair and no tattoo. Her face was slim and youthful, and while she couldn't be considered a knockout, she was fairly pretty. She also lacked Siri's penetrating glare.

Zora.

She merely looked at Siri in a way Marik couldn't describe. It was pleading and sad and reproachful and a bit angry all rolled into one. Siri just stared back in a way that plainly described how much she wanted to cover the floor with her brother's blood. Marik knew that his life hung in the balance, and for once he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Siri wavered, uncertain, then gave in to Zora and let Marik go, with aparantly great reluctance. Zora looked at Marik and the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she were trying not to smile. Marik glared. (a.n. Wow. Marik is. Really. Really. Slow.) He was about to do his little I'm-such-an-evil-genius dance (A.N. Otogi: Yes, folks, he actually has a dance like that. I've seen it!) but both Zora and Siri were staring at him like he'd grown an extra head.

"What?" he demanded. Zora's face turned from amazement to fear and Siri's turned to repulsion. Marik slowly turned.

There. On the wall. Was a spider that had legs as long as Marik's, a bloated body that quivered with excitement, and two three-inch-long fangs dripped saliva and poison to the floor. But before Marik could blink, it launched itself at him and attached to his face.

"Aaaarrgghh!" A high-pitched scream issued from Marik's mouth, (A.N. I other words, 'girly scream') which was slightly muffled by the spider.

"Oh, no!" Siri said. "No one's gonna kill him but me!" She advanced on the spider (Marik's face) as it hissed and clicked menacingly. A gleaming sword suddenly appeared in Siri's hand out of thin air with a noise exactly like Darth Vader's light-saber. She swung it in a glittering arc towards Marik's head, aiming for the spider...when it jumped off.

"Aaaarrgghh!" Now that he could see, Marik was now more afraid of his not- so-dead sibling than the poisonous arachnid that had wanted to chomp on his head for a while.

A million light danced and glittered on the blade as it sailed towards his face in what seemed like slow motion. Closer and closer and closer it came, until...until...he woke up. (A.N. Ha! Bet you forgot it was a dream!)

Marik sat up, dizzy, and after making sure he was still alive, began to prepare his fiendish plan to capture the Pharaoh's power!

*!*!*Zora's bedroom*!*!*

Zora jolted awake, every nerve protesting the sudden motion. She had had the strangest dream; she and Siri and Marik were on a farm...it got blurry after that, but she remembered something about a sword, a spider and Siri saying something abut her brother... Zora mentally prodded her yami awake.

//What?// Siri snapped, obviously NOT a morning person.

/.../

//Spit it out or I'm going back to sleep!//

Zora took a calming breath. She didn't know why she was so worked up over this dream, but it had felt so real, and now she was getting a bad feeling down in the pit of her stomach. /...Do you have a brother?/ she blurted.

Suspicion was evident in Siri's reply. //What makes you ask?//

/A dream.../

//You too?// Siri sounded shaken, but Zora was not in the mood for mind- games right now. /Answer the question, yami!/

Siri mentally sighed. //Yes, I do. I'm sorry, hikari, I wasn't completely honest with you. ...But if you really want to know...//

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SD: Heheheh! I made it a cliffie! I'm so evil!

Otogi: That's not a cliffie and you're not evil.

SD: I'm not?! Oh, poop. You people had better review! And when you do, if you could comment on how deliciously evil I am, I shall give you Yami and Seto plushies with magnetic lips hips and hands! *goes into Yaoi-world, a.k.a. 'SD's La-La-Land'* *drools until there's a big puddle on the floor*

Otogi: Hentai?! Shame on you SilverDragon! *thwaps her*

SD: *snapping out of Yaoi-world* Eh? What? Oh, yeah. RREEEEEVVIIIIIIEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!! ...Please?