Selande:I have decided to put more details into this chappie. It may get confusing, so plz bear with me.

Bakura: ::still laughing at the previous chappie's events::

Selande: This chappie might be longer... ::shrugs::

Atem: ::yet again in that hotter than hot Pharoah-like voice:: Selande does not own any Yugioh characters .

Selande: ::plugs nose trying to muffle her sigh:: ::it doesn't work and she ends up blushing::

Aku: ::snickers::

Mazra: Dear Ra, what have I done to deserve this...? ::Atem opens his mouth to explain but Mazra cuts him off:: don't answer that....

' blah ' = Bakura thinking in his dreams or just thinking.

Italics = dreams

Bakura and Marik walked around in a circle, blades crossed in the middle. Bakura smirked and forced Marik's blade away, taking the first strike. Marik was unfazed. He blocked and, taking his speed to his own advantage, took a stab at Bakura.

The attack was also blocked. They were now back in 'starting position', with their blades forming an 'X' in the middle. "You are quick Bakura. I'll give you that..."

" I commend your bravery Marik, but I will show you no mercy."

"Just as I thought.....very well. Let us continue." The fight went on. The clash of the blades were loud in the silent night air. The wind blew softly, tossing Bakura's hair around. It reminded Bakura of Egypt. When he would take on the guards single-handedly. There were differences, of course. Bakura's attire, the time period , the location and the reson in which he was fighting.

Back in Egypt he would fight for the fun of it, just because he was bored. Now he was fighting for someone he loved. He had never done that before. Ever. Not even when his entire family died out. All he cared about in those times was having fun and being rich. He had come a long way from being that naive and conceited child he once was.

There were dodging and jumping and swiping. The blades never really came in contact with the bodies, just each other and the air. Marik's speed was incredible, but Bakura was matching him. They both blocked the attacks as if they were nothing.

Marik swung at Bakura's head, but Bakura bent backwards dodging it. Bakura couldn't come up quick enough, and Marik's blade made contact with his right shoulder. Bakura was back in standing position, but his arm was gushing blood. Bakura couldn't move.

"Good bye Bakura. You did well, but not well enough." Marik stabbed Bakura in the stomach. The whole blade was in Bakura, up to the handle. Marik let go of the blade and watched Bakura. Bakura was breathing quickly, like they were hiccups.He looked down at his stomach, which was now pouring blood onto the grass, and grabbed onto the handle.

Bakura cried out in pain as he pulled the scimitar from his body. Marik turned around and started boasting to Yami and Yugi. Bakura stood up, which caused more blood to flow, and stumbled over to Marik.

"G-goodbye to y-you M-Mar-Marik." Bakura drove his own scimitar through Marik's back. Marik's eyes went wide and he looked down at his stomach. He looked up at Malik and smiled. Then his eyes closed and he fell forward.

"MARIK!!" Malik ran towards his fallen Yami and helped him into sitting position, resting him on his (Malik's) arm. "You said you'd be okay...." Malik's words were almost a whisper. "You told me you'd deal with him. ::sniff:: ...don't die Marik...I love you. Please...don't--hic-- don't die on me."

"Don..don't worry. I'll...always...be with you....my hikari....I...I know I told...you I'd be fine...but things don't always turn...out the way we want...them to.Ugh....I love you...." Malik's lavender eyes were overflowing with tears. He bent and kissed his dying Yami. He wanted to stay like that forever.

Malik brought his lips away from Marik's, so that they were just brushing against eachother. "Hang in there...you ::sniff:: are going to live Marik. ::sniff:: You are going to live." Marik coughed.

"No. Let...me go. You'll be...fine....without me....." Malik pressed his lips back into his Yami's and closed his eyes. He would whimper every so often. Marik's breathing was getting quicker. Malik just kept kissing, and Marik kissed him back with whatever strength he had.

Bakura had fallen over quite a long time ago. "Bakura! Bakura are you okay?!" Yami was over top of Bakura.

"You did great Bakura! You just wait. We'll get you to a hospital!" Yugi started to run towards a payphone.

"No! Wait...." Bakura stopped Yugi. "I...I'm going to die....thank you...Ph-Pharoah. And you too...Yugi.....

"T-tell M-Malik it had to be done.....R-Ryou....I-I see...Ryou......ugh..." Bakura stopped breathing.

Yami sighed and closed Bakura's eyes. "You did great Theif King. You did great." Yugi tried not to cry, but pretty soon tears began to flow down his cheeks.

"It's okay Yugi. He is with Ryou now. Come." Yami grabbed onto Yugi and hugged him. Yugi cried into Yami's shoulder for a while.

"A-are you sure? W-what if...what if he..?"

"Yugi. Do not think that way. He has chosen the right path." Yami kissed Yugi's forehead and stood up. "Let us call the police."

Marik was still clinging onto life. Kissing Malik with every last bit of energy he could muster. Then he stopped. Malik opened his eyes and withdrew his lips from Marik's. More tears flowed from lavender eyes and down his tanned cheeks. Marik was still alive, but barely. "Malik......I......I love you.....you must go....before ::coff,choke:: you get...caught.......goodbye..."

Malik nodded and stood. "I...I'll see you again someday Marik. I vow to." Malik ran in the opposite direction, as fast as his feet would go. He sprinted up the street, narrowly missing street signs and telephone booths. Once he got to his house he ran up the stairs into his room. Tears spilled from his eyes onto the soft fabric of his pillow.

"What is wrong my brother?" Isis had walked into the room and sat on the bed. Malik lifted his face from the dampened surface of the pillow and looked at his sister. The tears that had dried left his cheeks red and sticky.

"M-Marik is .......g-g-gone." He screamed and buried his face into the pillow once more. A confused expression spread across Isis' face.

"Marik...is gone? Where did he go?" Isis never thought that Marik would leave her brother. She knew Marik loved Malik, so why would he leave?

"NO! HE'S DEAD!! HE'S FREAKING DEAD!!!" Malik moaned in misery and placed his face firmly into the pillow. Isis swooned. She felt as though she would faint. Dead? How could he be dead?

Yugi phoned the paramedics and told them the situation. There were two dead people, males, lying in the middle of Domino Park. The paramedics did not take long to arrive. Before long there were people in blue uniforms everywhere trying to find out what had happened. Yugi and Yami refused to say that they were there at the time of the 'massacre'. (That is what the paramedics were calling it.)

"We were taking our late-night stroll and came across these two in the field. We have no clue what happened during the time of the attack." Yugi did his best to stop his voice from shaking. It didn't work that well, but Yami insisted on it being the shock of seeing two dead bodies.

Yami was not shocked with the outcome of the battle. Never once did he doubt Marik's death, nor did he doubt Bakura's. He at once knew what was going to happen when the battle began. Their movements were similar. That of precise figuring. They either had the same teacher, or they taught one another. Either way, nothing could be changed. They were both dead.

Bakura opened his eyes. Everything was black. ' What is this place?' Bakura stood and looked around him. There were no differences in his surroundings. Just blackness. The shadowy mist covered the place, as far as the eye could see.

"Hello?" Bakura's voice echoed through the abysmal darkness. No reply was heard. Once again Bakura was alone. No where to go. No one to talk to. Bakura felt as though his insides were turning themselfs inside out. He thought he might implode any minute--but something inside him told him to hang on. Something told him this was not the end.

He then remembered the fight. The immense pain that occured when the blade made contact with his bodt. He remembered the hatred that kept him alive long enough to succeed in punturing his enemy. His downfall was his anger. He wasn't concentrating, and he only wanted revenge.He wanted to watch Marik die a slow and painful death.That was the reason Bakura lost. Did he lose?

Perhaps there was a reason Bakura was in this dark realm. Maybe this was hell. Or maybe he was trapped in some void in between the world and hell itself. ' Am I really dead?' Bakura didn't know what to think. If he was dead, would he really be able to see such things? Or is he alive?

The anger inside Bakura still burned, but there was nothing he could do. Then Bakura heard laughter--Ryou's laughter. "Ryou?!" Hope returned to Bakura's eyes.

"Bakura? Is that you? Are you really awake after all these months?"

Selande: Hmmm. I have no idea what a bishie burger is...BUT I WANTS ONE!!!! heeheeheehee!

Mazra: Dear Ra, she's giggling!!!

Bakura: Geez...I'm like some wacked up lunatic...... What?!

Atem: ::still in that hotter than hot Pharoah like voice:: Read and Review.