Disclaimer: Don't own YGO.
"Yami? Yami, are you all right?" Yami opened his eyes. They met Yuugi's worried ones.
"Yes, aibou. Where are we?" Yuugi sat back. They seemed to be in a world of twisting shadows.
"In the Shadow Realm. We...we lost the duel." Yami sat bolt upright.
"I remember. But where's Marik? He was supposed to come with us."
"Malik decided to keep him, the poor boy. I wonder what Malik's got in store for him." Yami stood.
"Whatever it is, we need to first find out how to get out of here." Yuugi nodded, and they walked off into the darkness.
The blimp had been flying for three days. It had been hard for Kaiba to leave Isis, but he knew that they had to go with Malik's wishes. Mokuba hated seeing Marik tortured, which seemed to be an every-five-minute occurance. Marik didn't seem to do anything right and Malik took advantage of that, though Kaiba had a sneaking suspicion that Malik sometimes tortured his slave for fun. Right now, it was almost midnight. Kaiba sat at the controls. Mokuba had gone off 'somewhere'. Kaiba sighed; that boy cared too much.
Mokuba walked quietly down the hallway of the blimp. He hadn't seen Marik in two days and wondered how he was faring. The younger Kaiba came to Malik's room's door, and using his card, opened it just enough to see in. He saw Malik asleep on the bed first. He moved his gaze to the corner, where Marik lay, sleeping quietly. Mokuba's heart wrenched as he saw an iron ring attached to the wall, and a thick black chain leading from it to Marik's collar. Malik was obviously treating him like a dog. Mokuba could see the tear tracks down Marik's cheeks, and tears began spilling from his own eyes. Mokuba didn't know why Malik chained Marik like that; that collar stopped him from pulling anything, didn't it? The clock struck midnight. Marik's eyes snapped open. He looked apprehensively at the bed. Mokuba followed his gaze to where Malik was sitting up. The evil man got up and went to his slave. Marik's chain clinked as he sat up and pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, obviously frightened. Malik reached around and started stroking Marik's once-beautiful, now neglected hair. The chained boy flinched.
"Well, Marik, it's midnight. You know what that means. Malik's fun time. What shall I do to you tonight?" Marik just stared at him, fear prominent in his gaze. Yet Malik could also see anger, sadness, and shame. Mokuba was frozen in terror. Malik sat for a moment, just running his fingers through Marik's long hair. Marik winced every time he pulled out a tangle. Finally, in anger, Malik grabbed the tangled mane, and jerked Marik's head back as far as he could. Marik cried out in pain. Mokuba's hands went to his mouth.
"Say something, you useless worm." Malik's voice was threatening. Marik clenched his teeth, refusing. Malik growled.
"I mean it, boy." He then looked up and saw Mokuba.
"Well, look who's here, Marik. The younger Kaiba." Marik turned his head as much as he could.
"Mokuba..." Mokuba entered the room.
"Why are you hurting him now?" Malik smirked.
"Because he's mine, and I want to." To emphasize, he jerked roughly on Marik's hair, causing him to wince. Mokuba drew himself up to his full height, which wasn't much, though now he could make eye contact without having to look up.
"He may be your slave, but this is our ship. I have the authority to..." Malik began laughing, cutting him off rudely. Marik just had his eyes closed, wishing he were somewhere else instead of this painful position. Malik stopped laughing after a moment.
"You have the authority? Well, perhaps you do, but I have the slave..." He dropped Marik's head, "and the power to hurt him worse than his midnight beatings." He gestured, and Marik grabbed his head, the screaming going right into Mokuba's very heart. Malik cut it off abruptly. Marik sat and panted for a moment. then looked at Mokuba.
"Mokuba, please leave. I know you mean well, but I...please just go and leave us alone." Mokuba stared at Marik. Couldn't the Egyptian tell how much he, Mokuba Kaiba, cared? Malik grinned that sadistic grin of his.
"You heard him, Kaiba. Leave." Mokuba nodded slowly, and turned and left the room. He stood outside the door, about to go back to the Control Deck, when he heard a sharp slap and a cry, followed by Malik's voice.
"No one told you to talk!"
"You did!" This time it sounded like a punch. Needless to say, the cry of pain was louder.
"Don't talk to me like that, you insolent scum! Speak when spoken to! No one in that conversation had said a word to you! So when something is not addressed to you, don't speak!" Marik didn't reply. It sounded like Malik had kicked him in the stomach, because Mokuba heard the kick and then gasping. He couldn't seem to tear himself away from the sounds of the beating.
Around two, Kaiba went to look for Mokuba. He found him, asleep, in front of Malik's room. There was silence on the other side of the door, but Mokuba had obviously been crying.
Isis stood on the edge of the island. Her brother was gone, the slave of an evil, sadistic madman. After all Isis had gone through to save him, they had lost. Rishid was finally conscious. He had sworn and ranted at the news of Marik. Isis turned and looked at Yuugi's friends. They all looked so lost...
Ryou, Mai, and Shizuka had been deposited on the island when the ship flew off. Obviously, Kaiba meant to come back for them after dropping Malik...and Marik...off in Egypt. She would wait. Then she would make Kaiba fly them to Egypt, so she could rescue her brother from his fate.