I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of it's charatchers. Just Makira and the silver ring and stuff of which I created.....

~*~Four~*~

Yugi tapped Bakura gently on the back of his head, causing him to sit up tiredly. "Bakura, are you alright now?" Yugi asked worriedly. Bakura rubbed his head with a sigh. "Yes...i'm feeling better...it's just that..when Makira's away...i get so worried that i can almost tell whats happening wherever she is...." Said Bakura while taking a moment to look outside the window which was still open. A small puddle of rainwater was laying dormant and still collecting on the windowsill as the sky gave off another bone rattling thunder clap. Bakura looked for a moment at his hands then got up slowly. "I'm going out there to find her...i won't let her get hurt again...." He said, staring down at the floor. "Then we'll come with ya, afterall, we care for the both of ya's Bakura..." Joey said with a comforting smile. In the deeper areas of the city, Makira's eyes opened to look at Arizona who put the pistol back into it's special pouch. Arizona was looking at Makira, or, more decicively, her arm. Makira blinked, catching onto what she was staring at a moment later. Thin trails of bloods trickled down her arm, the red staining her left shirt sleeve and her entire arm. Arizona didn't bother to give Makira a moment to speak as she helped Makira up. Paying no attention to her wound, Arizona gently began walking Makira out of the alley way.

Bakura quickly pushed the door open and began running, with Yugi and the rest behind him. The rain stung his eyes slightly, but he only blinked when he couldn't see, for no other reason than that. His feet splashed into the thick puddles that were above the sidewalk. The millenium ring hit against his chest as he panted while running. In the next moment, Bakura stopped, with the deep pools of water flowing above his ankles, soaking his shoes, to stare at two approaching shapes. Arizona's lifeless silver eyes were narrowed staring straight ahead, her black, shredded cloak fluttering behind her. Makira watched as the blood ran down her reddened arm, her eyes half closed and a very, not so healthy looking pale shade of brown. Her face was nearly white as her hair. Bakura's mouth hung open in disbeleif as he saw his sister, and, not to mention, her arm. Arizona disappeared in a small gust of wind, leaving Makira to fall forewards slowly, with a splash, into the deep flow of rainwater. Yugi was catching up with Bakura when he began to cautiously walk forewards, his brown eyes open in both fear and curiousity. The water ran red as Makira's eyes closed, the wind blowing her hair across her back, lightning reflecting of the pools of water and blood around her.

Bakura sloshed through the flow to get to his sister as he bent down next to her to get her head above the water. Blood dripped slowly down her arm as the bullet that had once been turned into dust and was pushed out by her bleeding. The front of Bakura's shirt became red as he leaned her against himself, to try and wake her up. Makira's mouth hung open very slightly, just enough to show the tips of her fangs. "I'm going to regret this..." Bakura thought to himself as her placed his hand on Makira's shoulder, staining it in blood. He held her face still as he placed the palm of his hand on her cheek, making a red handprint on it. Makira's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes looked as though they were barely even brown anymore now that she had lost so much blood. "....Ba...ku..ra..."she managed to mumble. It came as a releif to Bakura that she could at least say his name. Bakura undid the bandage that had been on her neck and slowly wrapped it around her shoulder. "That should be good for now...." Bakura said as he tied the two ends in a knot. Makira looked blankishly at him before the color came back to her eyes with a slight swirl and her eyes closed silently but restfully. She was still pale as Bakura helped her onto his shoulder. Yugi smiled at Makira and Joey just sort of hid behind Tristan who muttered something that sounded like wimp.

Several hours later, Makira awoke to the gentle drip of water droplets on the tiled floor of an empty room. Drips of water ran down her face, which had been dropping off her bangs the whole time. Carefully so as not to awaken the blazing pain in her shoulder which was, for now, silent. Her feet silently touched the ground, making no noise as her skin came to contact with the cold tiles. She ran her tongue over her fangs momentarily. It felt as though her heartbeat had lept forewards into the silver ring as she got momentarily dizzy. She stumbled towards the door, but upon opening it, fell forewards onto her brother, who just had been in the act of coming to check on her. She quickly came to her senses and got off of him, a bit embarassedand even a bit afraid for one reason or another. Bakura tilted his head to the side with a cautious movement before actually speaking. "Makira, you feeling okay..?" He asked soothingly to her. Makira leaned up against a wall, staring at her reflection in the polished floor. "Yeah....peachy..." She managed to pant, as if the words were forced. She felt her heart race inside of her chest, almost in the silver ring. Bakura gently walked over to her and placed his hand on her un-hurt shoulder. "Don't do it...." a small voice whispered to her inside of her head. "Don't risk all of the pain...don't let it out, don't let it go...keep it inside of you, don't unleash it...no..not yet...." it said again, as if instructing her.

Makira dismissed the voice from her head as if it were a common lecture from a normal teacher. "Makira, you lookvery tired, are you sure you shouldn't rest..?" Bakura asked worriedly. "No...We can't rest while he lives." Makira shook her head quickly, but to no avail. "Why should you live in misery, with nobody, when he has everything..? Why should you be forced to dwell in shadow while he basks in the light? Why should you be forced, to share your souls darkest secrets with him, when he shares NOTHING with you?!" The voice in her head leaked with poisoned words which clung to her heart and weighed it down. It wasn't over yet though. "Why Makira? Why? You shouldn't have to share your life with a silent doll who tells you nothing about himself. Ifyou had a dollar for every time HE told YOU how HE was feeling, you'd be broke and homeless, wouldn't you? You can't deny it, you know that what i say is true." The endless gush of poisoned words kept flowing on and on inside of her head,causing her to flinch. Bakura took his hand off her shoulder, feeling that it was him who made her flinch. A small drop of sweat ran down her forehead. "Make him pay, make his soul starve of your attention, make him feel pain that he shouldn't have to. Make him scream in the shadows that you are forced to walk in EVERY day...." Said the voice in a harsh tone.

"Makira...?" Bakura waved his hand in frontof her face. Makiras eyes travelled down to the floor in some hopes of escaping his gaze. His words seemed far and distant, like a whisper fighting against the roar of ocean waves. She closed the door on it's words and she looked back up to Bakura again. "Sorry..I sort of spaced out for a moment there..." she said with a small smile. She was careful not to show her teeth, for she knew it bothered him to see her fangs. Not to mention they made him nervous. Without saying anything more, she carefully slid past him, the millenium collars' spikes jingling, as well as those of the silver ring. She made her way to a faraway window, to watch the black, angry clouds deliver their feirce rage in the form of thunder, rain, and lightning. The hall was dark, but Makira seemed to be glowing with something other than light. Footsteps bounced off the hollowed ways of the building, each step reverberating then eventually disappearing to make way for the next. Makira's eyes were the only thing that followed the noise. She carefully took herself away from the window and backed up to a point where she was next to Bakura. Both albinos looked into the darkness to try and see. Makira's eyes flickered red as she carefully moved forewards and disappeared into the dark. Bakura carefully followed, but did not go into the darker area as his sister had. Out of the pitch blackness Makira came, backing away from something, bumping lightly into her brother. Arizona carefully stalked down the hall, her long silver gun tapping at her side, ragged cape fluttering in an immaginary wind. Her eyes became overshadowed by her hat, except for her left, which glittered venomously.

Bakura blinked and looked at Makira who was staring foreward at Arizona. Ribbons attached to her wrists and neck fluttered behind her,at the end of each a glowing blue sphere chased after her, wrapped in a never ending and un-escapable webbing of sating, ragged ribbons. "Who is that...? What does she want..?" Bakura whispered into Makira's ear. When he received no answer, he could hear Makira barely breathing, and also found that two spikes on shimmering silver wires had deployed from the collar, fluttering in front of her like two wild cobras ready to strike. Examing the scars on his own two palms, he set them into his pockets. Arizona made a swift swipe with her hand. In a split second, the wires retracted back into the collar so fast, Makira was slashed on either side of her face as they clicked into place. "Foolish toys don't save lives....of course, i remember your parents Makira....your real ones..that is." Arizona smirked. With a snap of her one ungloved hand, Arizonas form dissolved into black smoke, the blue spheres remaining only. Standing in her place was a boy about a head taller than Makira, looking nearly exactly like Bakura, with minor differences. Mainly his hair which dragged to the back of his legs, held in a jagged ponytail with an old torn black ribbon. The bottom edges of his pants were torn and dirtied, his eyes a nearly pupilless brown. His face was pale with a bright red scar that ran from over his eye, down his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, which was similar to Bakuras own. He wore a short sleeved aqua jacket, but with a longer horizontally blue striped shirt with long sleeves that hung mysteriously over his hands.

"V-V-Vincent...." Makira managed to fumble out after a long moments silence. His eyes narrowed playfully. "So close you are to the truth, Makira...I am Vincent, but I am not him at the same time" He said with a smirk of satisfaction at her confusion. She scratched her head before she finally got it.

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Ooookay..i scare myself sometimes...O_o;;

Chibi Slifer: By the way readers, remeber to look for the forehsadows and key-words in the story! ^_^

Chibi Ra: Yah, they can really help you make some inferences about whates going to be happening in the story later!

*blinks* *grins* Or maybe sooner than later....

Lady of Faith: I"m thinking next chapter ^__^

Chibi Slifer: Yeah, me too ^__^

Reveiw pweeeeze ^_____^