Well, uhm. . . I love you all!

To Molly-chan: Hey ^-^ Yeah, the hikaris got maaany wifes. . . buut you've got to know that I cloned the YuGiOh-Crew from their originals *gg* Uhm, okay, I cloned everybody. . . so their aaaaall miiiine. In a way.

To little-kat-girl: YAY! Chocolate milk! Thanks! *hugs* Uhm, no, I didn't write the lyrics, but maybe I improved them a bit, because I didn't understand everything from the song. It's "Making love out of nothing at all" by Bonnie Tyler, if you wanna know ^-^

To pocketfirefairy: Heeey ^-^ Thank you.

To Lee: Uh. . . you want angst? *grins* You'll get some!

TO snow-shadow-wolf: Thank you sooo much *hugs* I keep beaming every time I read your reviews! OH and there will be wayyy more kisses if I can manage that. I'm not that sure of a lemon either. . . I don't know if I could write it. Oh well, I found this song on KaZaA *hides because it's kind of illegal*

To RaineKitsune: Uh, well. . . if you feel uncomfortable reading this fic you should stop. Thank you anyways.

To ok: Thanks, but I don't think it deserves an R. . .

To GraveRobbers Aman: I think you should eat less sugar *giggles* Mariku isn't that bad, I promise. *shoves him to Aman*

Mariku: No! I don't want to!! Nobody touches my hair!!!

Voice: Shut up, honey ^-^

*offers the Cleaning Lady's ghost some of her chocolate milk* It makes me happy that you like her ^-^

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Malik's POV (something totally new!! ))

I was tired. Mariku, Isis and I had the biggest of the hover planes, because we were three people while the others were duos. Of course I had to sit in the back because I was the youngest. Damn it. I couldn't see anything at all, so I decided to sleep like Mariku did on the front seat. Isis was flying this damn vehicle, and she was humming the song she always had sung when we were back in Egypt. I liked this song. It always had calmed me when sandstorms were raging over our home. Back then she had held me close, soothing me by singing this song and running her fingers through my hair. I guess as a child I was the shy kind of kid. Shy and protection needing.

~*Flashback*~

~Again, a sandstorm thundered over the subterraneous home the last tribes of Egypt had claimed their home. A sandy blonde eight year old boy flinched every time a crashing sound was heard. Tears stained his cheeks and lavender coloured eyes. He pushed his back deeper into the corner of the room he was in and tried to hide by putting his small hands over his eyes.

"You crying again?", an annoyed voice said. The little one looked up through his fingers and saw the two silhouettes standing by the door; both with very spiky hair. "It's always the same. Why do you have to be such a baby?", the other one asked. "Time to grow up, Malik."

"Oh, leave him alone, you too", an angry yet cool voice said behind them, and they turned around to look at the black haired girl standing there with her hands on her hips.

"But he. . . ", the taller one tried but was cut off by the girl with a glare from her aquamarine blue eyes. "No buts, Mariku. Just leave him alone." "Gosh, Isis! Why do you have to be such a-"

"Don't even think of finishing this sentence, Bakura.", she said, walking over to her youngest brother. "You okay, little one?" Her voice was much calmer and gentler when she kneeled down and wiped his tears away softly. Malik shook his head. "No! The storm's gonna get me!" At the door, the both ten year olds burst into giggles. Malik sniffed.

"I want my mommy."

"Now look what you did again!", Isis snapped at the boys when the youngest one started crying again. "I want my mommy!!"

"Shh, please don't cry, Malik. . . " The girl gathered the boy in her arms and pulled him onto her lap. He snuggled against her immediately. "I. . . I want. . . "

Both Bakura and Mariku listened and watched in awe how their older sister calmed Malik down by singing a very special song.

~And I can make you every promise that is ever been made and I can make all your demons be gone. . . ~

"I'm going to fight it.", Bakura said at once, earning two inquiring gazes. "I'm going to fight the storm, so Malik don't have to be afraid anymore." Malik shyly looked up at his older "brother". "I'm going too.", Mariku stated.

Isis chuckled softly, holding Malik closer. "You can't fight a storm."

"Of course we can!!"

"I won't let you go outside. But you can stand there and keep the storm away. That okay with you?" Both boys nodded reluctant. ~

~*Flashback end*~

Yeah, those were the days. When I was little and looked up to them for protection and love. Of course, I still look up to Mariku and Bakura for they're taller than me, but, you know, the feeling's gone a bit. I can protect myself by now. But what I need, what I really need, is Isis's soothing voice. Her arms that embrace me. And her warmth that calms me. I guess it's stupid to be that conditioned to your older sister by the age of seventeen. I can't help it.

Mariku though never showed me that he loved me, if he did so. Even Bakura did, damn it! He was the one who wanted to protect me from the storm! I hate to say that, but I need my older brother as well as I need my older sister. Maybe a bit more. But I locked this feeling up within my heart because I would never need it.

This feeling of warmth when I'm around him, of comfort, and safety. I'm safe around him, and I know it. He wouldn't ever let me down.

*~Flashback~*

~ The same boy who was afraid of a sandstorm six years ago now stood on the top of a mountain, his shoulder long blond hair waving around his face softly. There was an air blaster in each of his hands and a fiery rage within his narrowed eyes. In front of him, there was his look-alike who could have been his twin if he wouldn't look older. Malik gritted his teeth.

"You won't survive if you don't concentrate.", Mariku stated, grinning.

"Shut the hell up."

"Don't you use that kind of tongue on me, lil' brother."

Malik growled, firing an air blast. Mariku stepped to the side and dodged it easily.

"That won't work, sweetheart", he purred, grinning maliciously. Then he fired back, and Malik was being dashed aback until he reached the edge of the mountain and was hanging over the abyss, holding onto the rocks with one hand. One of his air blasters fell.

'That's going to be the end. . . '

A tanned hand closed around his wrist and Malik was lifted up, ending in an embrace.

"You were supposed to dodge it", Mariku said softly, cuddling his brother and stepping away from the abyss. ~

*~Flashback end~*

I suppose I never thanked him for rescuing me; but he were the one who dashed me into the abyss, wasn't he? Well, it was part of my training.

I noticed that I was staring onto the back of Mariku's head and wondered how his hair would feel on my fingertips. Isis had started singing quietly, fully concentrated on the way, so I reached out. I just hoped nobody would notice me.

I was an inch away from my brother's hair when the hover plane landed heavy on the sandy ground. "Whoa; that was close.", Isis said, sounding slightly surprised.

"You think that was CLOSE?!", Mariku snapped, awake now. I pulled back quickly.

"Hey, nobody ever told me how to fly this thing!", Isis snapped back and loosened her seatbelt. "Let's get out of here and to the pyramids quickly!" With that she hopped out of the hover plane, enthusiastic as she wasn't in AGES.

"I guess she's happy to be here again. . . ", Mariku muttered, changing a sceptical gaze with me. I nodded and followed her.

The pyramids of the ancient times were quite a sight. Though they looked old and withered, some spirit surrounded them, an aura of immortality. I was as stunned as I had been the first time I had seen them. Mariku simply took my wrist, knowing that I would be staring at the monuments until this special aura surrounded me too, and dragged me along. I felt myself blush slightly, but I couldn't rip my view off of the monuments. Their tops stuck up into the cerulean blue sky, and the archaeology of the once-famous Sphinx lie there still proud, nearly fully covered with sand.

Finally I stopped staring at the pharaoh's graves and walked up to Isis who tried to open a corridor. "Need help, sis?" She didn't answer me, so I walked back to Mariku and waited until Isis had finished what she started.

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Anzu's POV

I really hated leaving Ryou behind. The boy reminded me of my childhood, even if he wasn't a child anymore. The old days when live was easy and I simply enjoyed being around my friends. . . or my so-called ones. After we parted into enemies, I stayed with Shizuka and Isis for they were much closer to me than Mai ever was. I also stayed because of my cousin who I didn't want to leave, and because of Yami broke my heart. Oh, don't be shocked now, he really did.

What? No, we weren't exactly a couple. . . we just shared some kisses and held hands and stuff. But I did think he loved me. I guess this was a mistake.

Maybe that's why I wanted to protect Ryou? Because he reminded me of myself and I didn't want him to get hurt? Yeah, could be. But I left him, made him stay with Bakura. He was much safer when he was with the Egyptian.

You want to know why I became assassin? For I seem like a nice, cheery girl, an older sister maybe, a dear friend? I'll tell you.

*~* Flashback*~*

~A brown-haired girl at the age of fourteen stood still, hands trembling, cerulean eyes wide with shock. "How. . . how could. . . " A hand laid down on her shoulder. She turned around and stared up into Seto Kaiba's eyes.

"It's over, Anzu-chan. Come on, let's go."

"No. . . I can't leave her!"

"You have to. Just come with me and put that knife down. Please." His cold voice was gentle and really kind of warm as he pried Anzu's hands from the bloodstained knife. The girl's eyes followed his moves terrified.

"I. . . I want her to stay. . . "

"I know. She'll be with you, okay? She'll be right there.", he said, laying his hand softly on her heart. "She'll be there."

"Yes. She - she will be with me. I know she will.", Anzu whispered to herself. She shook her head lightly as she heard laughter. Insane laughter, while she stared down on the girl's dead body.

It took her a while until she noticed the laughter erupted from her own throat.

Seto pulled her close, pressing her onto his chest, just to keep her quiet. He tightly closed his eyes; he didn't know why Anzu carried a bloodied knife and stared down on that bloodied body, one minute crying, and the other laughing like she lost her mind.

"Anzu, stop that!"

"She'll be with me. . . I'll never be alone, right? Right, Seto?", she whispered, staring up at him pleadingly. He nodded slightly, not sure what she was up to.

Anzu shoved him away softly and kneeled down, beside the body. "Stand up. . . oh come on, stop kidding. You have to stand up, we wanna go home. C'mon, Seto`ll get angry if you don't!" She gently caressed the dead girl's bloodied cheek.

The girl continued staring up with glassy eyes, not moving.

"She's dead, for Ra's sake! Now get up and wash your hands, Anzu!"

Seto didn't want to sound harsh, but there was no other way. The insanity inside Anzu's eyes vanished, as did her smile. "It won't go away", she whispered.

"What?"

"The blood. It won't go away. Do you see the blood, Seto? It'll never. Never never go away."

She began humming to herself. The boy felt hot tears in his eyes. . . when did he cry the last time? "Come on, Anzu, please. We have to go now." His voice broke.

*~* Flashback end*~*

I guess that's why. . . The reason I kill on purpose every time Seto tells me to is my own insanity.

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Uhh, eeevil Cliffie, hm? What do you think?

Ryou: It freaks me out. . .

Bakura: I'll protect you ^-^

Anzu: Uhm. . . Why am I insane?

Voice: Because you are- in this fic.

Anzu: Oh. Okay.