AN: hides in pillow fort I'm so sorry… this chapter was so horrible to me…I couldn't think of anything that worked. It just sounded horrible anyway I tried to put it together… ;; that and I had stress, much much stress… ;; please don't kill me, I'm sorry…

Keith pulled him back into the apartment and threw him into the wall before closing and locking the door.

Marik whimpered, not again.

"You're rather difficult to get your hands on, did you know that?" Keith sneered.

"No! I didn't do anything this bad! I didn't! I'm sorry! Please don't do this to me!" Marik screamed. "Please don't!"

"Idiot! You still think this is your repenting? This is just me having fun." Keith's grin broadened as he walked over to Marik and picked him up by his hair.

Marik screamed, clawing frantically at Keith's hands, trying desperately to get him to let go of him. "NO! Please! Please stop! PLEASE!" He begged.

With a growl Keith tossed him onto an older looking bed, stained with blood and reeking of sex. In an instant Marik's hands were cuffed to the headboard and his legs were tied spread eagle to the bottom posts.

"Oh Ra… please stop…" he pleaded, tears burned at his eyes as his attacker began to cut away at the fabric of his shirt and jacket. Once they were off he ran the blade lightly against the tanned boys chest. It didn't cut very deep but it drew a bit of blood and Keith ran his tongue up the boy's chest causing a whimper from him.

Keith ran the knife under his pants and pulled up, ripping them then he cut the legs open, ripping the offending article of cloth off and tossing it to the side.

"Please st-" Marik was cut off from his pleading with a scream as Keith drove the knife into his entrance. The man then pulled it out and thrust it back into him, repeating this in an almost rhythm, causing screams from the poor boy beneath him each time. After a while of this torture Keith pulled the blade away and tossed it aside, removing quickly his own clothing. He crawled over top of his captive and lifted his bloody hips up from the bed. With a quick thrust he was inside the boy, earning himself another pained scream from the crying Egyptian. He pulled out and thrust back in again, the passage slicked with blood that began to cover his own hips as he continued in his own rhythm.

"You're screams taste like chocolate…" He leaned forward to whisper this in the ear of the sobbing Egyptian as he thrust into him one more time before climaxing with a loud groan.

Marik screamed louder than he had as the horrible man's seed filled him, burning at the many cuts inside. When Keith pulled out of him a rush of cum and blood flowed onto the bed out of the boy and he scowled. Freeing the boy from his restraints he picked him up and flung him through the window.

Marik hit the ground and landed on a ratty sex stained mattress. He stared up at the sky, eyes blank and arms limp at his side. He was still bleeding and the blood was soaking into the mattress.

A drip of water hit his forehead and he looked up at the sky to see dark clouds spiraling around. Another drip hit him as the rain began to pour over him. He wanted… he wanted right now more than anything else to be able to cry, but he didn't have the strength to do it, he couldn't muster the ability to do so. He couldn't do anything, except stair up at the clouds and the falling rain. The rain brought no comfort to him, instead it chilled him and he began to shiver. It hurt him to shiver, it hurt to move but he was so cold he couldn't help but shiver.

He was losing a lot of blood, his vision began to blur and the last thing he remembered hearing before a wave of darkness hit him was hearing a familiar voice exclaim "Holy fuck! What the hell?!"

And then there was black… there was a lot of black… his heartbeat was the only noise… and it echoed… why wasn't he breathing? Could he just not breathe then? Oh well… something sounded like water… it was irritating, he couldn't see the water. If water was going to make noise then the least it could do was be visible. He was thirsty. He wanted to find the water. Where was the water? No matter where he went he couldn't find the water. How frustrating… maybe there was no water? Stupid water… it was probably polluted anyway. Now there was a beeping… he couldn't think of where the beeping could come from… where's the beeping? Stupid beeping… and then there was light. The beautiful light of the sun. But it wasn't the sun. It was a long caged light bulb right over him.

Marik blinked staring at it. 'What the hell?'

"Well, sleeping beauty finally awakens."

Marik glanced sideways at the voice and blinked, Bakura?

"Your sister seems to think I'm a good friend of yours, she told me to wait for you to wake up." The white haired man responded.

Oh… Marik didn't know what he was talking about… but words wouldn't come to his mouth to ask him.

"You know that giant psychopath you call a yami is really quite amusing when sedated… he was babbling something about 'duckies' and lying under a table… you should've seen it." The man said with a chuckle.

Marik glanced around the room, no one else was there, and there was no window… he wanted a window… the caged light bulb was a poor replacement for the sun.

"Of course he wants to kill whoever touched 'what is his'… everyone's gonna wanna know what happened…" Bakura stretched, Marik noticed he had bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept… odd… "Well anyway… I'll go get your sister, and just so you know, you owe me. You're sister is almost as annoying as that Anzu bitch when it comes down to it."

Marik blinked at him as he got up and walked to the door. "I want a window…" he murmured.

Bakura paused and looked at him, "it's been rainy out lately… it's not much to look at."

Marik didn't leave the hospital for months; most of the time he spent in the psychiatric wing as people tried to get him to heal after what had happened to him. Help him get past it. They seemed to have kept Yarik sedated for most of the time too; Marik didn't see him at all while he was there.

After a few months the doctors said there was nothing more that could be done for him in this environment and sent him home. Yarik was still being sedated; Marik could see him in his room lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with an idiotic grin on his face.

Marik didn't have to go to school for a while, but Isis still got him homework to work on. He never did it, it just piled up in his bedroom and collected dust.

He seemed the best when it was sunny. He liked to sit on the porch and just look at the sunlight, the warm rays washing over his body. He took to drawing since it was something they said at the hospital that helped release feelings. They weren't very good but he didn't care… some were depressing, some were happy… it didn't matter… he just drew pictures… what difference did it make? He was the only one who saw them.

"Marik, I'm going to work, okay?" Isis called.

"Hai." Marik responded he was sitting on the couch because it was the evening. "Have fun."

"Thank you." She smiled and left the house.

He got up after that and looked through the fridge; there wasn't much for one to do around the house but there wasn't really anywhere Marik wanted to go anyway. Taking a pop he went and lay out on the couch and began watching television… nothing was really on but he watched it any way, zoning out into a sort of not really there state.

He was awoken from this state when he felt something pulling at his sock. He looked down to find a scowling Yarik crouched at the other end of the couch glaring at his foot and pulling his sock off.

"Uh?"

"My piggy!" Yarik screamed taking the boy's sock and running back to his room.

Marik blinked those drugs they were giving him were having some weird effects. With a sigh he got to his feet and went to the kitchen and looked around, it was a mess… he hadn't noticed that before. Quickly he set to work cleaning it.

He was running some water for the dishes when he looked up to see Yarik crouched on the counter looking at him. He jumped with a bit of a yelp, not expecting to see the man there.

"Who hurt Yarik-sama's Marik-kun?" He asked, his voice was almost sing-song, still obviously under the effect of the drugs.

"I don't know" Marik lied, he didn't want to cause anymore trouble right now.

"Who did it? Who hurt Yarik-sama's Marik-kun? Who hurt my Marik-kun? Who?" Yarik leaned closer to him.

Marik shook his head and in an instant was pinned to the wall, Yarik's hands tightening around his throat.

"Who touched you?" Yarik asked in a deadly tone, somehow having sobered in the few seconds.

Marik couldn't form words, his head was swimming from the lack of air, and shadows began to edge into his view as his hand moved to the side to find something, anything. His fingers closed around the handle to a pot and he brought it up, striking Yarik with as much strength as he could manage.

Yarik's eyes widened and he stared at Marik for a second before tilting slightly and collapsing sideways to the ground.

Marik slid down the wall and sat for a minute, gasping for breath, staring wide-eyed at his unconscious yami. Water began to over flow from the sink, which brought him back to reality. Quickly he got up and stopped the water, mopping up the mess it made. He then paused and looked at the dishes, deciding he really didn't feel like washing them he then went up to his room. He looked a bit and brought out his old golden collar and put it on to cover the bruises that Yarik had left along his neck.

"Otouto? Otouto what happened? Yarik's unconscious on the floor in the kitchen…" Isis walked into Marik's room curiously about an hour later to find her brother curled up on his bed, fast asleep with a pot clutched in his arms. She sighed softly and gently pulled the pot from him and pulled the blankets over top of him, lightly brushing her fingers through his bangs.

A little while later Marik was back at school. Jounouchi seemed to be leaving him alone for the time being, even though he found he had a hard time keeping up in class since he had to try so hard to catch up.

"For the love of Seth! You infuriating woman! If you continue to attempt to inject that ungodly device into my flesh I will rip your head from your body!" Yarik's irritated voice boomed.

Marik winced. The day had finally come where Yarik had awoken completely from his bizarre half-conscious state of sedation and returned to wreak havoc upon their once peaceful household.

The said disturbance lumbered out of the doorway clutching his head. "What the bloody hell happened to my head?!"

Marik looked up at him fearfully, and when Yarik noticed the look he smirked and walked over to him. "What's the matter, little hikari? You haven't done anything bad now have you?"

Marik gulped and wondered if he remembered being hit with the pot and didn't respond because either way he didn't want to bring it up if he didn't remember, but he didn't want Yarik to lash out at him for lying if he did.

Yarik laughed loudly, tossing his head back before sighing a bit and drawing to a stop. "Well…?" The man moved closer to Marik before he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and walked over to the wall calendar and pulled it off the wall. "What the fuck is this? Are you people even more stupid than I thought?"

Isis walked into the room and glared at him, "and just what is that supposed to mean?!"

Yarik snorted, "You've got your calendar turned four months ahead, you idiots."

Marik stared a bit, he didn't remember anything from after the hospital… or maybe a bit before… then maybe he didn't… he sighed lightly with relief, he might not remember that something had happened to him.

"…You're kidding, right?" Isis nearly laughed, but stopped herself. "Four months ahead, you're stupider than you seem you freak show of a split personality!"

As the two of them argued Marik sat in shock, the words sinking in slowly, he didn't remember, did that mean things would be better? It was almost as if starting a-fresh… did that also mean that in some way he'd be able to avoid the sociopath's obsession? He hoped so… it would be nice to not have to deal with his eyes on him, everywhere he went…

But then again, an obsession like that can be a hard thing to forget…

AN: Oh my gods this is perhaps the crappiest ending to a chapter I've ever written… I am so sorry… I think I'll go hide in my pillow fort now…