Six reviews! And I've changed the settings, so anonymous people can review too. Geez, I really was wide awake the past few days. Oh, the person I call "Marik" is who others call "Malik", because I've got some nasty memories involving that name. (a boy called Malik stalked me a few years ago) Besides, I stick to the TV names. Exept for Ryou's. He doesn't have a first name on TV. (Angers me) This is going to be a philosophical chapter, with lots of Marik-thinking. A certain friend of mine, whose name I shall not mention, because I'm not sure if Murai wants me to , likes Marik, that's why.

Yami Bakura: (is sitting in a corner of the room, with a giant pout)

Ryou-Ran: Hey, Ryou, what's wrong with your Yami?

Ryou: He's sad because he is not allowed to send Murai-Sakura to the Shadow Realm. And after that Marik hit him with his Millennium Rod and then DreamingChild gave him a blow too. And he's not allowed to send her to the Shadow Realm either, because she reviewed.

Ryou-Ran: Aw, poor Yami Bakura. (Giggle giggle) Hee, Yami, Marik is going to fish. Why don't you join him? Then you can go and fish, and conspire about a new way to conquer the world.

Yami Bakura: Okay! Conspiring makes me happy! (fishes the doorknob he had spat out out of the muck on the floor, opens the door and goes to the roof)

Marik: (Is on the roof, holding a fishing rod and a Millennium Rod)

Ryou: (goes to get a bucket of water) We should clean this mess up.

Suddenly, from above: Hey! I've caught a tricolored starfish!

Yami Bakura: Haul it in! (pulls fishing rod)

Marik: Okay! (Pulls Millennium Rod)

Yami Bakura: No, the other rod, fool!

Marik: UUUUNGH!

Yami Bakura: EEEEERGH!

Yami: (is been fished up by his hair) Eeeeeeey!

Yami Bakura: My Ra, that's an ugly fish.

Marik: It looks like the Pharaoh!

Yami: (is been held ten feet above the ground) I am the Pharaoh! And put me down right now!

Yami Bakura and Marik: (Look at eachother) Okay. (Release rod)

Yami: (falls) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! (Impact)

Ground: (trembles)

Everybody: (is been launched four inches in the sky)

Marik: (begins to slide down the roof, makes a tripple salto mortale, a double flick-flack and lands neatly on his feet)

Yami: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! (is on the floor)

Yami Bakura: (slowly floats down, using his four "wings") I believe I can fly.... I believe I can touch the sky....

Yami: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Ryou: OO"

Ryou-Ran: Yami! YAMI! YOU'RE ON THE GROUND ALREADY!

Yami: (abruptly stops screaming) Oh. Uh, ahem. Trust in the Heart of the Cards and everything will be alright, ehm, yes, ehm right, ehm, okay, ehm, hai, ehm...

Ryou: I think he came down a little too hard.

Ryou-Ran: --"Good, let's start the fic.

Marik: I caught the disclamer! It says: eh... Damn! It's not Egyptian!

Ryou: OO It does?

Ryou-Ran: Good grieves! It says: Ryou-Ran does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! And now we'll start the fic!

The scent of melting rubber

The motorcycle raced through the strees of Domino City, a boy with bronze skin and blonde hair steering it and a skinny boy wearing a blue school uniform on the back. The white hair of the blue boy billowed in the wind.

"Bakura, what way now?" Marik, who did not know the way, asked. "To the left!" Ryou shouted. He tightly held on to Marik, who was going way to fast. Marik parked the bike in front of the hospital and followed Ryou inside.

The lady behind the service counter saw two boys wearing helmets coming in. One of them had a helmet that did not cover his face. She saw tattoos underneath his eyes, earrings and he wore a top that was a little too short and leather pants. The other boy wore a helmet that did cover his face. The woman shivered a bit. She did not like those rough types that always raced around on the bike. The boy with the covered face walked over to her and took his helmet off. She was surprised when she saw a sweet, pale face appear, with enormous brown eyes and thin white eyebrows. The face was surrounded by soft white hair. (I love to describe Ryou's face)

"My name is Ryou Bakura. My father is here in the hospital."Ryou said. "A car accident." The woman checked her computer. "Room 44C, intensive care."she said. "That's where you'll find him."

Marik was studying a poster. Ryou went over to him and touched his arm. "Room 44C, Marik."he said. Marik nodded and followed him. He looked at Ryou's back as they walked and thought about Ryou's other half. The spirit of the Millennium Ring had pronounced his name in such a different way. Yami Bakura had never said it, he had spat it out, like it wasn't a name, but a worm. But Ryou said it the way a friend does. Marik suddenly felt guilty. Yami Bakura had stabbed himself in the arm, making Ryou suffer and fall ill. Later he had almost killed him. And he had done it all because Marik had asked him to do so.

It had all been his fault, and now Ryou treated him as if he were a friend. Marik shut his eyes for a second and clenched his jaw, but he was distracted from his thoughts when he suddenly banged into the back of Ryou's head.

Ryou was standing there, frozen like a statue. Marik looked over Ryou's shoulder and saw a man in a hospital-bed. "Your father?"he softly asked. Ryou could not speak, but just nodded. "I can't go in, Marik."he said a few seconds later. "I... I don't have the courage." Marik lay his hand on Ryou's shoulder. "Then we'll go together, Bakura- Kun."he said.

They walked in. Ryou went over to his father's bed and looked at the once tanned face, color reduced to that of ashes. A bandage was wrapped around the head of the older man and a breathing-tube was inserted into his mouth. He could not breathe on his own.

"Aaaaw, look at your Daddy, 'the strongest Daddy in the world'."Yami Bakura suddenly said. "Huh! It's no more than a broken toy! Mortals live, mortals die. And when this doll breaks and the stuffing comes out I'll have total control over you."

Ryou suddenly grabbed in his hair and moaned. Marik looked up. He felt his Millennium Rod pick up the power of another Item.

"But I do not have the patience to wait until it breaks. I can also break it myself, RIGHT NOW!"Yami Bakura shouted. Ryou grabbed the metal bars of the bed and breathed heavily. His hair began to take the shape of four bat- like wings. The Millennium Ring broke through his shirt and began to glow. "No!"Ryou groaned. "I won't allow you..." Marik opened his eyes widely and grabbed him by the shoulders. "You must stop him, Bakura! You must!"he shouted. "I'll help you!" Yami Bakura had almost taken control of his host. But then the Millennium Rod appeared in front of his face.

Yami Bakura could not use his powers, since Ryou was still in charge. He gave a furious scream and went back into the Ring. Ryou panted and slid down to the floor. "Thank... you... Marik."he sighed. "He would have killed my Dad, but you stopped him."

A few moments later a doctor walked in and saw Ryou sitting at his father's side. Marik was sitting in a corner of the room. "Hello."he said. "Is he a relative?" "He's my father. "Ryou said. "What can you tell me about his condition?" The doctor looked at a sheet of paper he was holding in his hand. "Well... I'm sorry to tell you, but his condition is deteriorating slowly. He cannot breathe on his own, his lungs are damaged and his brains took quite a blow too. We do not think he will survive."he told Ryou and Marik. Ryou writhed on his chair. He could not breate for a while. When he looked up his eyes were full of tears. "How long do you think he will live?"he hoarsly asked. The doctor shook no. "We can't tell you."he said.

Marik looked at the Rod in his hands. Not so long ago it was inhabited by an evil spirit, who had sent Marik's own father to the world of the Shadows. Marik knew the only person able to also transport souls FROM the Shadow Realm back into the real world was the spirit living inside Ryou's Millennium Ring. But the spirit would probably never do that. Still, Marik had a chance. But if Ryou's father would die nothing could bring him back. No holder of any Millenium Item was able to transport people from death back to life, Yami Bakura neither.

Ryou had finished his conversation with the doctor. He stood and stroked his father over the forehead. "Shall we go now, Bakura-Kun?"Marik asked. "Yes, my Dad needs all the rest he can get, before..."Ryou began, but could not finish his sentence. "You know." Marik stood too and nodded to the doctor. He watched Ryou mumble "Goodbye, Dad." To the unconscious man in the bed and then followed him outside.

On their way back Ryou did not pay attention to the traffic around them. The sentence "We do not think he will survive" kept flying through his head and bounced off against the inside of his skull.

Marik had stopped for a red light. He hit the throttle when it became green again.

But at their right side a car went full speed through the red light. It raced in the direction of the two boys on the bike, ready to drill itself in their flanks.

Marik hit the breaks with an Egyptian curse. Ryou began to scream, a high reedy noise that echoed inside the heads of the people on the streets.

The car hit the breaks too. Marik's bike began to slide over the asfalt. Marik planted hit foot firmly on the floor and made it stop. Ryou was flung off. He made a grab for Marik's jacket, but missed. Marik watched in horror as Ryou's head hit the asfalt with a sickening sound.

Ow, typing-cramps! I'm going to be very mean. I'm not going to reveal to you if Ryou is going to live. HAHAHAHAH!

Meanwhile, Ryou-Ran, Ryou and Yugi are cleaning the mess Yami Bakura had earlier made by vomitting on the floor. Outside Seto Kaiba is once more telling himself how great he finds himself. Yami Bakura is teaching Yami how to laugh evilly, with a little help from Marik.

Yami Bakura: Well, Pharaoh, try to laugh as evilly as possible.

Yami: But I'm not evil.

Yami Bakura: (looks very much like a devil) Just try it!

Yami:OO Okay, if you insist. Hrm: Huhuhuhuhuh. (deadpan faced)

Yami Bakura: No, no, NO!

Marik: CUT!

Yami Bakura: That sucked. First I'll teach you the Random Evil Chuckle, which goes like this: (wind begins to blow) GNA GNA GNA! Got it?

Yami: Gna?

Marik: Gna.

Yami Bakura: Confirmed, gna. And now the Evil Mortal's Laugh. Marik, that's your job.

Marik: Okay, listen at this.

Dark clouds: (pack together, a gust of wind comes in)

Marik: MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ryou's bucket: SPLOOSH!

Ryou: Hey, we're trying to clean up!

Yami Bakura: That's fine, we don't mind you cleaning up while we practice.

Ryou, Ryou-Ran and Yugi: --"

Yami Bakura: That was a good one, Marik. Okay, now the Evil Yami Laugh. Listen.

Yami: Listening.

Yami Bakura: GNUAWHAHAHERHAHIHAHOMWAHARHARHARHA! (yeah, well, our Ybakura can really laugh like that)

Lightning: (strikes and hits Seto) SCRAAAAK!

Seto: (is just pointing a finger to the sky) ... and once I'll become the duelmonster-king a... (is hit) Mommy!

Yami Bakura: Well, he passed his examination for a lightning rod.

Yugi: (Has climbed in a wardrobe and has slammed the drawer shut)

Yami: (Is sitting calmly in front of Yami Bakura, hair sticking right back)Ah, so that's the way you do it.

Ryou: (is used to it, and calmly proceeds cleaning up)

Marik: (has launched himself and is sitting in the lamp) That was scary.

Ryou-Ran: (has leaped into the curtains) Marik get out of my lamp!

Marik: Sure. (falls out of the lamp and THROUGH the floor)

Ryou-Ran: (still from the curtains) OO" Oh, well (shrugs) I've always wanted a Marik-shaped hole in the floor. --"

Ryou: (is still cleaning, seems oblivious to everything that has happened) Nanaanananaaaaa....

Ryou-Ran: (jumps out of the curtains, right in Ryou's bucket) SPLASH! EEEK! God, I've had enough of this!

Ryou-Ran: Good. Will Ryou die, or will he live? When will his father die? And is Marik going to send the cardriver to the Shadow Realm? Don't you miss the next exiting episode of Dragonball GT! OOOH, NOOO, NOT AGAIN! (throws herself out of the window)

Ryou: Ryou-Ran, we're on the first floor!

Ryou-Ran: (comes down) ZONK! (sticks up a dirty head) Oh, yes, I forgot.

Yami Bakura: (is weak of laughter)

Lightning: (hits Seto over and over again)

Yugi: (sticks his head out of the drawer) Please review, or we'll for ever be stuck like this.