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A/N: Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry and sorry some more. I know I didn't update but I had the biggest case of writers block ever. I absolutely could not think of anything. Anyway, I have a rough idea of what's going to happen but I'm kind of going with the flow on this chapter. Anyway, this chapter contains a cute guy getting sent to the Shadow Realm. I think it's sad. And it might be a little hard to understand. Sorry if it is. Okay, um, that's about all I need to say so, on with the chapter!
I finally did get to sleep that night, and sleeping was the last thing I should have done. I shouldn't have needed to sleep, seeing as it seems like half of my life has been spent sleeping, or doing something just as dull and meaningless.
I've always been a light sleeper. The tiniest sound could jerk me awake. And so, I did wake up, hearing footsteps near me. I sleepily rolled over to see who it was.
There, silhouetted perfectly in the dusty beams of moonlight shining through my window, was Marik. Again. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought that just because I was in a house with other people that I would be safe?
A few people wouldn't phase Marik one bit. After all, he had sent more people to the Shadow Realm than I had ever known in my life. I tried to scream, but my throat still wasn't working.
Marik noticed that I was awake. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He looked into my eyes with those malicious orbs. "So, you thought you could run from me, did you?" he whispered wickedly. "And then you ran from Ishizu too?"
I stared back at him defiantly.
"Well, I've got news for you. Ishizu is currently spending some time in the Shadow Realm and that's where you'll be headed too if you can't learn to control yourself."
He lifted his Millennium Rod with one arm. I saw a blinding flash of light, and then everything in my mind went completely blank. (a/n: In case you don't understand, he didn't send her to the Shadow Realm. He took over her mind. You know, like he does on the show.)
All of a sudden, it was as if my thoughts were all compacted into a huge, heavy ball and thrown back at me. I felt an ache begin to spread from my head to the rest of my body and my knees collapsed beneath me. I fell onto a rough, wooden floor, scraping my hands and knees on the crudely cut woodwork.
Marik appeared above me. "You haven't been behaving. I think you need to be taught a lesson." He cracked his knuckles.
If I had a penny for every time Marik had 'taught me a lesson' I'd be a multi-millionaire. His lessons were so painful, not always physically, but emotionally too.
"Stay here. If you move a muscle..."
He didn't have to finish his sentence. I was already glued to the spot. He was the tyrant who ruled by terror. I wasn't about to cross him.
Marik walked out of the room, leaving me shivering and shaking on the floor.
Having nothing better to do, I looked at my surroundings. My eyes roamed over the roughly cut floor and up to the stone ceiling. It was a simple, basic room with two doors, one in the front and one in the back. It had stone walls bedecked with flaming torches in brackets which shed small pools of light over the surfaces, giving the room a very dismal appearance.
For what seemed like hours, I sat there, watching the torches flicker and flame. The effect was almost hypnotic and I felt my eyelids getting heavy.
Just as I was about to dose off, both doors at the front and back of the room burst open. In one doorway stood Marik, in the other stood a white-haired boy with dark eyes. Neither seemed too surprised to see the other.
"Malik." The boy nodded.
What did he mean by that? This was Marik!
"Bakura." Marik said coolly.
Bakura. I had heard that name before. Ishizu talked about him a lot. She said he was a tomb robber, the type she had been taught to work against. Ishizu and Marik's family was hired to protect the tombs of the Pharaoh from people like him.
I knew I was probably in danger, sitting in between two evil madmen who were after the Pharaoh's power, but I didn't move. I couldn't. One punishment was enough.
"I've come to take back what is rightfully mine." Bakura glared at Marik, paying no attention to me whatsoever.
"Yours? As I recall, Shadi gave this item to me. Besides, you already hold two Millennium Items, which I intend to take." Marik glared right back at Bakura.
"You hold two items within your possession also. I can sense it!"
"How intelligent, Bakura. I took Ishizu's necklace right before I sent her to the Shadow Realm. That's two of the item holders out of the way, seeing as you took care of Pegasus yourself." Marik eyed Bakura suspiciously, as though he were trying to catch Bakura lying.
"Listen Malik, this isn't going to be resolved by arguing. What do you say to a Shadow Duel? We'll bet the life of our hikari on it and the winner gets the loser's two items."
There it was again. Malik. What was that? And what did hikari mean? I was getting the feeling that Marik was hiding even more from me than I'd thought.
"The life of our hikari? Aren't the stakes a little high?"
"Are you afraid you'll lose? Are you afraid that I'll kill your precious Marik?" Bakura mocked him.
I was confused. But that was Marik. What in the world was going on here?
Marik paid no attention to "Okay, how about this. The winner gets to send the loser's hikari to the Shadow Realm, meaning that the loser will be left without a body."
Bakura smirked and nodded. "Okay."
Marik acknowledged my presence for the first time. "This is your lesson. Watch and learn because this could be happening to you."
Bakura stared at me with distaste. "Marik's lady?"
"Yes."
"Figures."
Marik shot a look at Bakura. "Ready?"
"Are you?"
"Let Ryou out."
I gasped as I watched the strangest thing happen. Both Marik and Bakura seemed to split into two people. Bakura remained the same, but standing next to him was a white-haired, dark eyed, innocent looking boy. I could see the terror in his eyes, like he knew something bad was going to happen.
I turned my gaze to Marik. There were two of him too, one the angel and one the devil. I looked at the angel and felt tears fill my eyes. This was the Marik I had loved. The devil was the one who had hurt me, killed my children, and made me an immortal. I didn't quite understand everything yet, but some things were coming together.
Before I could say anything, I was surrounded by a swirling black mist. I could barely make out the figures of the Marik's and the Bakura's standing across from each other. Suddenly, beams of light seemed to shoot out of Marik's Millennium Rod and the pendent that Bakura wore around his neck. The beams hit each other and connected as one.
As they continued to shoot light at each other, they seemed to grow weaker. The beams were getting thinner and less brilliant. I, myself, felt as though my energy were being drained also.
I could hear Bakura's ragged breathing. His beam of light was paper-thin now. I watched him with bated breath until he collapsed onto the ground.
The Marik's molded back into one, and the devil Marik smiled viciously and advanced on the small, innocent boy who was down on his hands and knees on the floor.
"Any last words?" Marik growled in a cruel, yet sweet-sounding voice.
The boy just stared up at Marik, petrified. "I-I...no...I mean, you can have my ring and my eye, just don't...don't send me there!"
Marik continued advancing.
"You have Bakura! You have who you want! Please!"
Marik's expression never changed.
"Here! You can have it! Take it!" The boy held his pendent out to Marik.
Marik snatched the pendent and eye from the boy's hand. "Bakura and I made a deal. It was he who let you down, not me." Marik raised his Millennium Rod. There was a flash of light, and then a scream. The bone-chilling, tortured scream of an innocent child being subjected to a cruel punishment. It sent shivers up my spine and made me feel sick.
Marik turned to me. The black mist disappeared. "That's what will happen to you if you don't behave." He turned around and walked out the door, leaving me sitting on the floor, hearing that tormented scream rolling around and around in my head. It wouldn't go away. And I had a feeling I would be hearing that scream in my dreams for a long time to come.
A/N: I know, I know, I didn't want Ryou or Bakura to die either, but it's necessary for the plot. Anyway, this chapter might have been a little weird or hard to understand and I apologize for that. Anyway, my dad wants me to go run with him and if you've heard about my first experience with running you'll know why I'm not looking forward to it. Okay, um, that's about it so I'm going to go post this now, how about?
~Jaylen
A/N: Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry and sorry some more. I know I didn't update but I had the biggest case of writers block ever. I absolutely could not think of anything. Anyway, I have a rough idea of what's going to happen but I'm kind of going with the flow on this chapter. Anyway, this chapter contains a cute guy getting sent to the Shadow Realm. I think it's sad. And it might be a little hard to understand. Sorry if it is. Okay, um, that's about all I need to say so, on with the chapter!
I finally did get to sleep that night, and sleeping was the last thing I should have done. I shouldn't have needed to sleep, seeing as it seems like half of my life has been spent sleeping, or doing something just as dull and meaningless.
I've always been a light sleeper. The tiniest sound could jerk me awake. And so, I did wake up, hearing footsteps near me. I sleepily rolled over to see who it was.
There, silhouetted perfectly in the dusty beams of moonlight shining through my window, was Marik. Again. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought that just because I was in a house with other people that I would be safe?
A few people wouldn't phase Marik one bit. After all, he had sent more people to the Shadow Realm than I had ever known in my life. I tried to scream, but my throat still wasn't working.
Marik noticed that I was awake. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He looked into my eyes with those malicious orbs. "So, you thought you could run from me, did you?" he whispered wickedly. "And then you ran from Ishizu too?"
I stared back at him defiantly.
"Well, I've got news for you. Ishizu is currently spending some time in the Shadow Realm and that's where you'll be headed too if you can't learn to control yourself."
He lifted his Millennium Rod with one arm. I saw a blinding flash of light, and then everything in my mind went completely blank. (a/n: In case you don't understand, he didn't send her to the Shadow Realm. He took over her mind. You know, like he does on the show.)
All of a sudden, it was as if my thoughts were all compacted into a huge, heavy ball and thrown back at me. I felt an ache begin to spread from my head to the rest of my body and my knees collapsed beneath me. I fell onto a rough, wooden floor, scraping my hands and knees on the crudely cut woodwork.
Marik appeared above me. "You haven't been behaving. I think you need to be taught a lesson." He cracked his knuckles.
If I had a penny for every time Marik had 'taught me a lesson' I'd be a multi-millionaire. His lessons were so painful, not always physically, but emotionally too.
"Stay here. If you move a muscle..."
He didn't have to finish his sentence. I was already glued to the spot. He was the tyrant who ruled by terror. I wasn't about to cross him.
Marik walked out of the room, leaving me shivering and shaking on the floor.
Having nothing better to do, I looked at my surroundings. My eyes roamed over the roughly cut floor and up to the stone ceiling. It was a simple, basic room with two doors, one in the front and one in the back. It had stone walls bedecked with flaming torches in brackets which shed small pools of light over the surfaces, giving the room a very dismal appearance.
For what seemed like hours, I sat there, watching the torches flicker and flame. The effect was almost hypnotic and I felt my eyelids getting heavy.
Just as I was about to dose off, both doors at the front and back of the room burst open. In one doorway stood Marik, in the other stood a white-haired boy with dark eyes. Neither seemed too surprised to see the other.
"Malik." The boy nodded.
What did he mean by that? This was Marik!
"Bakura." Marik said coolly.
Bakura. I had heard that name before. Ishizu talked about him a lot. She said he was a tomb robber, the type she had been taught to work against. Ishizu and Marik's family was hired to protect the tombs of the Pharaoh from people like him.
I knew I was probably in danger, sitting in between two evil madmen who were after the Pharaoh's power, but I didn't move. I couldn't. One punishment was enough.
"I've come to take back what is rightfully mine." Bakura glared at Marik, paying no attention to me whatsoever.
"Yours? As I recall, Shadi gave this item to me. Besides, you already hold two Millennium Items, which I intend to take." Marik glared right back at Bakura.
"You hold two items within your possession also. I can sense it!"
"How intelligent, Bakura. I took Ishizu's necklace right before I sent her to the Shadow Realm. That's two of the item holders out of the way, seeing as you took care of Pegasus yourself." Marik eyed Bakura suspiciously, as though he were trying to catch Bakura lying.
"Listen Malik, this isn't going to be resolved by arguing. What do you say to a Shadow Duel? We'll bet the life of our hikari on it and the winner gets the loser's two items."
There it was again. Malik. What was that? And what did hikari mean? I was getting the feeling that Marik was hiding even more from me than I'd thought.
"The life of our hikari? Aren't the stakes a little high?"
"Are you afraid you'll lose? Are you afraid that I'll kill your precious Marik?" Bakura mocked him.
I was confused. But that was Marik. What in the world was going on here?
Marik paid no attention to "Okay, how about this. The winner gets to send the loser's hikari to the Shadow Realm, meaning that the loser will be left without a body."
Bakura smirked and nodded. "Okay."
Marik acknowledged my presence for the first time. "This is your lesson. Watch and learn because this could be happening to you."
Bakura stared at me with distaste. "Marik's lady?"
"Yes."
"Figures."
Marik shot a look at Bakura. "Ready?"
"Are you?"
"Let Ryou out."
I gasped as I watched the strangest thing happen. Both Marik and Bakura seemed to split into two people. Bakura remained the same, but standing next to him was a white-haired, dark eyed, innocent looking boy. I could see the terror in his eyes, like he knew something bad was going to happen.
I turned my gaze to Marik. There were two of him too, one the angel and one the devil. I looked at the angel and felt tears fill my eyes. This was the Marik I had loved. The devil was the one who had hurt me, killed my children, and made me an immortal. I didn't quite understand everything yet, but some things were coming together.
Before I could say anything, I was surrounded by a swirling black mist. I could barely make out the figures of the Marik's and the Bakura's standing across from each other. Suddenly, beams of light seemed to shoot out of Marik's Millennium Rod and the pendent that Bakura wore around his neck. The beams hit each other and connected as one.
As they continued to shoot light at each other, they seemed to grow weaker. The beams were getting thinner and less brilliant. I, myself, felt as though my energy were being drained also.
I could hear Bakura's ragged breathing. His beam of light was paper-thin now. I watched him with bated breath until he collapsed onto the ground.
The Marik's molded back into one, and the devil Marik smiled viciously and advanced on the small, innocent boy who was down on his hands and knees on the floor.
"Any last words?" Marik growled in a cruel, yet sweet-sounding voice.
The boy just stared up at Marik, petrified. "I-I...no...I mean, you can have my ring and my eye, just don't...don't send me there!"
Marik continued advancing.
"You have Bakura! You have who you want! Please!"
Marik's expression never changed.
"Here! You can have it! Take it!" The boy held his pendent out to Marik.
Marik snatched the pendent and eye from the boy's hand. "Bakura and I made a deal. It was he who let you down, not me." Marik raised his Millennium Rod. There was a flash of light, and then a scream. The bone-chilling, tortured scream of an innocent child being subjected to a cruel punishment. It sent shivers up my spine and made me feel sick.
Marik turned to me. The black mist disappeared. "That's what will happen to you if you don't behave." He turned around and walked out the door, leaving me sitting on the floor, hearing that tormented scream rolling around and around in my head. It wouldn't go away. And I had a feeling I would be hearing that scream in my dreams for a long time to come.
A/N: I know, I know, I didn't want Ryou or Bakura to die either, but it's necessary for the plot. Anyway, this chapter might have been a little weird or hard to understand and I apologize for that. Anyway, my dad wants me to go run with him and if you've heard about my first experience with running you'll know why I'm not looking forward to it. Okay, um, that's about it so I'm going to go post this now, how about?
~Jaylen