Summary: Yup, we've figured out that Yugi's been raped by none other than Pegasus. The attempts to hook up Yugi with his Yami have met in failure due to this fact, but no one knows but Marik, Bakura, and Kaiba. Lucky them.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own YuGiOh, cuz if I did then Yugi and Yami would be making like rabbits all episodes...sweatdrop

Yay! I got reviews! Two, to be exact, but this is my first fic so im glad to get any! Thankies to Sarah Harvey and Naluna!

Marik's POV

Marik listened in satisfaction as Yami described what he'd done to Pegasus, the one who had taken Yugi's innocence, innocence that had not belonged to him.

His thoughts drifted back millinia, to remembrances of his own revenge. Who had known the human body had so much blood inside of it? The guts had been especially pleasant. So long, so bloody, so beautiful.

/Marik?/ Sounded a voice from Malik. /I can tell you're getting that feeling again. Hurry up and get home! Don't kill anybody like last time!/

Marik grimaced. Trust the hikari to notice when he got a little upset.

Normally Marik was a decent, normal person, but there had been times... He shook his head to get the thoughts out. He had to focus on Yami. Yugi. Rape. Revenge.

"So why don't you say something?" Whispered Yami. "I did what I had to. Surely you two can understand that..." Bakura leaned towards the despairing man, grinning fiercely.

"You did the right thing. If had been me, he would have bled a lot more, but you still did a good job." Marik could tell that the Tomb Robber was deadly serious, but Yami just nodded thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you are right." He said, his voice a little louder. "It Yugi hurt so much..." Yami trailed off, unable to go on. A lone tear lazily trailed down his alabaster cheek, unnoticed.

"Perhaps I might talk to Yugi?" Ventured Malik slowly.

Yami sat strait up and snarled, his melancholy mood forgotten. "Why?! What would you know about what he's going through?"

Marik snarled right back, his face twisting into a mask of anger. "More than you!"

Yugi's problem was making him vulnerable, he knew, but if he could help in any way... Bakura jumped into the conversation.

"Baka, Pharoah. You know nothing about us, and if we say we can help your hikari it will be in your best interest to let us, for his sake!" 'Kura's voice had started low and soft but by the end it was loud and hard.

Yugi's POV

Yugi sat up slowly to an empty room. The chains were gone, and daylight streamed like ribbons into the room. Was this another trick of Pegasus's? I will not break!

He thought furiously. He wouldn't give his captor the satisfaction of knowing it, but he had already given up hope. He knew that Yami had left him here, left him to rot like overripe fruit.

Except that fruit didn't bleed, did they? The thought made him chuckle weakly, a sound he quickly stifled in horror. Pegasus would here him, and he would come, and-!

A footstep sounded in the hall and Yugi quickly twisted off the bed and curled himself against the wall, cowering in the hope that maybe he wouldn't be seen if he was quiet. Musn't make a noise, don't breathe, stay stiff and silent!

"Yugi? What's wrong? It's me!" Asked a voice worriedly from beside him.

Yugi gulped back a scream of fear. Pegasus was here! Pegasus would hurt him again, make him dirty, freeze his body until all he could feel would be the ice and the pain and the fear, the coldness of ruination, of death.

/ /Yugi?/ / The voice reverbrated through his mind. Who was it? The voice couldn't be Yami. No, Yami had forgotten about him. It had to be a trick.

/ /It's me, Yugi! It's Yami! Ra, you know me! Don't be afraid, Hikari!/ / A note of fear had entered the voice, and that in itself convinced Yugi that it was Yami, not Pegasus. Pegasus never showed any feeling but cruelty.

/Y-Yami?/ He whimpered back. /I-Is that y-you?/ Yugi felt strong arms encircle him and this time he couldn't stop the scream. It burst out of his throat and wound around the room, echoing into corners.

"Shhhh..... It'll be all right, Yugi. I'm here. I'll never let you go again."

Yugi was relieved, oh, so relieved, but a niggling voice in the back of his head asked what price Yami was going to make him pay for the protection. He turned his head to see Yami's face, but instead it was suddenly Pegasus. He was back! No!!!!!!!!

Yugi burst up through his blankets, sitting up in bed. The dream had been a memory of Yami coming to rescue him, but instead of his darker half it had been Pegasus all over again!

Water leaked down his cheeks and Yugi realized that he was crying. Stranger still, he couldn't seem to stop! The tears formed and fell and formed and fell, an endless dance.

Suddenly there was a creaking noise and Yugi twisted around quickly. The door opened and Marik, Bakura, and Yami came in, each sporting a thunderous look on their faces.

"...you hurt him, I will-" Yami cut off when he saw Yugi. "Aibou? Are you alright?"

Yugi drew back from his Yami's touch, still mired in thoughts of darkness and pain, not noticing the hurt in the others' eyes, but Bakura and Marik did.

"We want to talk to you, Yugi!" Said Bakura softly. A gentle hand might be needed. Yugi's face drained, turning a pale gray.

"What do you want?" He said in a voice so low only the advanced hearing of the yami's let them understand. Marik could see that Yugi's cheerful mask had crumbled off, fallen away.

And so are we all broken. He thought sadly to himself.

This boy had once loved life, loved himself. Now Yugi was afraid of everything, including his friends.

"We won't hurt you, Yugi!" He said urgently. "We are your friends; please trust us!" Yugi looked doubtfully at him, then turned his head to Bakura.

"Are you my friend, Bakura?" Yugi asked quietly. "I...well...yes!" Bakura stuttered, surprised, but Marik chuckled inwardly.

The Tomb Robber had warmed up to Ryou's friends since Bakura had started dating his hikari. The white-haired boy (A.N. I know they're not boys but they're not men either and young man sounds sooo uptight!) just did not want to admit his feelings.

Yugi nodded, but his amethyst eyes moved just a fraction to connect with Yami's. Marik knew that they were talking mind to mind, and from the guarded look on Yugi's face, they weren't agreeing on something.

The smaller boy abruptly jerked to look at Marik and Bakura. "Of course!" He said brightly, trying to regain a semblance of happiness.

"But I will be right outside the door." Yami broke in. "Just call to me, Yugi, if you...need help." The wild haired man (???) walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving Yugi alone with the two spirits.

STILL Marik's POV

Marik didn't know what to say. Now that he and Bakura were alone with Yugi any previous ideas on how to help had blown out of his head.

Fortunatly, Bakura seemed to have no trouble talking. "Yugi, Marik and I had a bad past. And we wanted to talk to you about-"

"About what?!" Yugi hastily interrupted, smile nailed onto his face. "I don't know what you're talking about! What did Yami tell you?!" Raw fear entered his his voice and he tried to back away, but Bakura held out a pacifying hand.

"Relax. Yami didn't tell us anything we couldn't find on our own." He said. "We just wanted to talk to you, not interrogate you, definatly NOT hurt you!"

Yugi nodded his head, smile wiped away.

Marik swallowed dryly. "Yugi, you probably don't know much about our past; it's not very happy. Ancient Egypt was not a crime-free place, and many criminals went unpunished."

He stopped, glancing over at Yugi. The boy was looking down, but Marik could tell that he was paying absolute attentention. Marik continued.

"I was born a noble, my family almost ancient and revered as the Pharoah's. From the first I was taught that I was destined to be the best of the best, that commoners were beneath my notice. My mother and father each were very strict, and determined that I would succeed in the world of intrigue and politics.

But I did not share their sentiments. I rebelled, and they punished me...harshly. Not one servant ever heard, ever saw, but they always eyed me when I got 'mysterious' whip marks on my back. Mother did that, most of the time. My father was mainly in the palace, trying to ingratiate himself with the royal family. But when he got mad..."

Marik gave an involuntary shudder, remembering the grunts and moans and... "He raped me." Marik said. Yugi's head snapped up, shocked, but Marik gave him no chance to speak. "For three years that bastard raped me when I did something, anything!, wrong."

"What did you do?" Asked Yugi softly.

Marik smiled, showing his teeth. "I trained in martial arts, gaining as much strength as I could. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore... I killed him and ran away."

Yugi's face fell, and the spirit knew what the hikari was thinking. "A person can be brave in more than one way." He said gently. "Being strong on the inside is more important than physical strength."

Yugi bit his lip. "What did Yami do to Pegasus?" He asked dully. Marik was shocked at the abrupt change in topic, but Bakura stepped in.

"Yami hurt Pegasus in every way possible that he could, without merging with the darkness again. His revenge on that son of a bitch, mother fucking pedophile was just as complete as Marik's on his father, let me assure you."

Yugi nodded, a little more confidence restored in his eyes. That was good; he needed all he could get. Yugi mumbled something and Bakura leaned forward slightly to hear. Yugi looked at the tomb robber but said it again. "How did you get rid of the dreams?"

Marik noticed a look in Bakura's eyes and knew that the same look must be mirrored in his own eyes. Dreams.... Poor Yugi. They never go away...

"It takes time." Bakura muttered, caught momentarily in his past, like a fly trapped in amber. Then he shook it off and continued.

"I have my own dreams, and since getting my own body they were getting worse, until Ryou. Then I realized that I had never known joy with a partner, never known true love. It takes happiness to erase pain."

Marik nodded. He, too, had received less dreams since first realizing his love for Malik.

Yugi snorted. "Who would love a broken doll?" He asked angrily, mood turning even blacker. "I'm not worth love!"

"That's not true!" Shot back Marik. "You are still worthy of love, more worthy than so many people in this world. And if you still don't believe it, talk to Yami! He'll show you what love is!"

Marik bit his lip as soon as the words were out. He had NOT meant to say that! Bakura sent him a Death Glare. Yami was not supposed to be the topic of the conversation. Too late now...

"He doesn't love me!" Cried Yugi. "He never did and he never will!"

A tear slipped down his smooth cheek, but Yugi went on, gathering speed. "I loved him! Yami was perfect, and kind, and he was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!"

"You still can! He loves you!" Said Bakura.

"Then why did he go out with Seto?" Yugi shouted. "Why did he always ditch me with Anzu? Why did he leave me alone?" The small boy sobbed loudly, letting his sadness and confusion out in a torrent.

Bakura inched over to Yugi, careful to make no sudden movements, and slowly gathered the fallen angel into his arms. "Shhhh.... It's all right, Yugi... Shhhh.... Let it all out... Don't be afraid to show your pain..."

Marik walked over to them and stroked Yugi's hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be sorted out in time." He murmured.

Poor Yugi... He thought sadly to himself.
He had been lucky to find Malik, his soulmate and aibou. Without that love Marik might have been dark, cold, and evil.

Malik? I love you!He sent impulsively, but Malik replied with no hesitation. /I love you too, koi!/

Suddenly the door burst open and Yami ran in, a murderous expression on his face. "What the hell did you do? Tell me, or I'll-" He broke off, noticing Yugi sheltered in Bakura's arms.

Yami stepped closer and tried to pry Yugi off the Tomb Robber, but the Pharoah's hikari flinched away from him, pulling closer to the other two spirits.

"Yugi?" Whispered Yami, devastated. "What's wrong?"

"Guess!" Hissed Bakura, a dangerous tone to his voice.

"Oh, no, he doesn't need to!" Chimed in Marik. "I'm sure he didn't even realize what harmless sex and words could do to an innocent!"

Insufferably, this puzzled Yami more, and Marik was about to scream some more when Yami's head whipped around to Yugi. Without a word Yugi rose up and walked out of the room, still sniffling, and Yami rushed after him.

"How well did that go?" Asked Bakura quietly.

Marik shrugged. "No clue, but Yugi has a definite point. Why DID Yami go out with Seto, escpecially when they both loved other people?"

Bakura shook his head wordlessly and strode out the door as well, no doubt anxious to talk to Ryou.

"Bakura! Do not tell your light!" Said Marik. "Yugi would not appreciate it, and Yami would castrate both of us."

Bakura laughed weakly but agreed, and the two went home to their boyfriends, each thanking Ra that their loved ones were safe.

Yami's POV

Yami leaned back against the doorframe, listening intently, trying to hear what Marik and Bakura were saying to his hikari, but he could not make out anything. Shifting his focus to Yugi's emotions, he monitored them.

Yugi was still feeling the usual meddly of pain and fear and emotional decay. It made Yami hurt inside. Why did his little light have to suffer so much? Surely something so beautiful should be treasured forever!

Yami forced the ache away. Yugi would never be able to return his love. He had been too young and too innocent before, and now it was too late.

Yami wrenched his thoughts back to Yugi's feelings; they were changing rapidly. Shock was pouring in, followed by what Yami could only describe as flickers of hope. But the hope was suddenly drowned in anger, lots of it, and from what he could tell, directed at someone. Who? Perhaps Yugi was finally letting some aggression out.

Yami smirked at the thought of little Yugi, so very fragile and delicate, shouting at Bakura and Marik. But the smirk vanished as Yugi's anger vanished into more anguish. What was going on in there?

The distress from Yugi's mind just got worse, and Yami could hear faint sobbing noises from the room. Enough is enough! They are hurting my koi!

Yami mentally cursed himself. Referring to Yugi as koi was a bad idea and if it ever slipped out in normal conversation he'd die on the spot.

But he still threw open the door and ran inside. "What the hell did you do? Tell me, or I'll-" Yami stopped. Yugi was curled up on Bakura's lap, letting Marik stroke his hair!

Jealousy flashed over the former pharaoh. If anyone could touch Yugi like that it should be him. He reached towards the trembling figure but his hikari just flinched away, somehow sensing that it was Yami.

"Yugi? What's wrong?" He heard himself faintly ask.

Yugi didn't answer, not even to Yami's mind. Yami thought he could hear Marik and Bakura talking, something about sex and words, but it was confusing, and he was focused on Yugi.

/Yami? Get them out of here. And never leave me alone with ANY of my so- called friends again!/

Yami's head whipped around and he watched as Yugi stumbled off into their house. He quickly followed, letting Marik and Bakura show themselves out.