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Ryou- Welcome to Hikari9. Our newest REVIEWER!!! :::throws confetti:::

Bakura- Marti Gras. :::sarcastic grin:::

Ryou- Be nice Bakura.

Bakura- Thank you to everyone else.. what does Sabre call them?

Ryou- That's Mistress Sabre.. and they are called 'faithful reviewers.'

Bakura- Mistress? Haha. OK thank you to the Faithful Reviewers :::emphasizes pronunciation.:::

Ryou- Mistress Black Sabre owns nothing.

Bakura- They know that already.

Ryou- Just making sure.

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"Take me instead. I can't stand the echoing of his screams any longer. Please Malik. Let him go free and I will serve you without hesitation," Ryou slowly enunciated the words so as to not make a mistake.

Malik thought for what seemed to be hours to Ryou. He could see the glint in his eyes spark as he planned the possibilities in his demented mind. With a small smirk he nodded.

"Very well then Ryou. You will be mine now; and I will let Bakura go free."

With that he shut the door and locked it. Malik walked off with a tight grin plastered on his face.

"Yes. I will let him go; but not without my revenge."

:::::::::::::::Tears of the Sands:::::::::::ch 12::::::::::::::

Bakura shivered in the cold damp air of the cell that he was in. He felt the pain tearing through his body. The whip marks still allowing blood to flow out slowly. His pale fingers gently traced the scars of his Egyptian skirmishes. 'Old scars, new scars. When will they stop?' A single drop of blood fell from his white eyelash into his open hand. This made Bakura reach up to discover a large gash on the top of his hairline.

"Damn it. I don't even remember that one," he admitted quietly to himself.

"Do you like it? I heard it's the new look in Domino City," The voice stated in jest.

"Damn you Malik."

"Such a shame that you won't be here to sport the look."

"What do you mean? I'm here now aren't I?" Bakura questioned.

"I have plans. But first, you have something that I want. Or, should I say, what I need?" Malik laughed to himself. His mind flashed pictures of Ryou in his arms. The corners of his mouth curled upward in approval.

"What do I have that you would need? You already have the Millennium Ring."

"Simple minded fool! It isn't yours to give me!"

"Ryou." The name formed on his lips. Images seared through his mind of Malik hurting Ryou. "You'll never have him! I will be dead before you take him!"

"Hm. I must say, not too bad of a guess for a tomb robber."

"What have you done with him?" Bakura snapped.

"The boy and I have formed an agreement. I had no say in it. It was entirely Ryou's will; and I for one will keep my promise."

"Shove the riddles up your ass where they came from and tell me what the agreement was!"

"Harsh. If what you want is the straight truth; then that is what you'll get."

"Good. Let's hear it."

"I have chosen to let you go free."

"Yeah. So where's the catch?"

"You are a smart one aren't you? The price? Ryou's mine now."

A stream of curses in Japanese and Egyptian echoed throughout Malik's hideout. Bakura fought the chains that bound him to the wall with all his might; the metal sliced into his wrists like knives. Malik simply motioned to three of his mind slaves to have the Tomb Robber escorted to a back room. The curses faded away as Bakura was forced into the room, and stopped when the door was shut and locked. Malik walked calmly to a chair and lounged ungracefully over the arms. He kicked off his boots and propped his bare feet on a nearby box.

::::::::Ryou's POV:::::::

Silence. Ever since Malik had left the room. Ryou heard the second hand of the clock tick consecutively. He hated the quiet. It told him that something was going to happen. He missed Bakura. The feeling of Bakura's protective arms about his waist gave him a secure feeling. Safety. Something he had never experienced before. He remembered his friends. Yami and Yugi never left each other's side. Seto and Jou had brief differences; but they were always resolved. Ryou envied them. He wanted his life to be like that too; but something in the back of his mind told him it would never be that way. A tear slid down his cheek as he thought of Bakura's pain.

"I will be dead before I let you take him!"

The voice belonged to Bakura. Ryou's heart skipped a beat and he ran to the door. He pressed his delicate ear against the door and listened to the conversation. The talk ended between them when Bakura went into a rage of curses. Even Ryou had to wince at a few of them. He could hear the chains slamming against the concrete floor violently. Bakura was going to hurt himself and Ryou wanted him to stop. It was his choice. Ryou knew that Malik would have killed Bakura if the deal had not been made. White hair fell into his face as he sat down. 'I love you Bakura.'

:::::::::::Malik's POV::::::::::

It was getting quiet. If there was one thing that he hated, it was the silence. 'What to do first? Take Revenge? Or take Innocence?'

Malik pulled his boots back on and trudged to the hallway. To his left was a delicate fair headed boy; to his right was an arrogant Tomb Robber that, to his opinion, needed to be taught a lesson. Malik chose the latter. It would be all too fun to break his spirit. His unfastened boot buckles clanked with each step. His hand reached out and put the key in. * click * The door opened with a squeak.

:::::::Bakura's POV:::::::

'Ra, hasn't he done enough damage?' His eyes cast downwards as he pretended to be asleep. Buckles chimed with every advancing step. The door was shut and Bakura could feel the smirk growing on Malik's face.

"Feeling like shit Bakura? I'm here to make your worst nightmare come true."

Bakura lifted his hand, only to find it chained. Lips crushed against his own, leaving a bruise on his satin lips. Bakura bit hard, only to receive a swift slap across his cheek. 'I love you Ryou. I always have. I always will.'

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