Sorry for the late update guys, I had to write a report for school and it
kinda took too long. . well, here I am. Isis will do the reviews this time,
for she's got a kinda major part in this chapter ^____^
Isis: Yay. –dryly- Well, since I can't get out of it, let's get over with it.
To Anime Crazed: I'm afraid Mariku will go insane. I pity him.
To Silver Arrow: Hey, I like your name! Freaky huh. . V-chan is freaky herself. Don't expect her chapters to be different.
To magicianofblackchaos23: D'you wanna know how V-chan reacted when she read your review? She nodded as if she wanted her head to fall off, drooling to herself. Disgusting if you ask me.
To Pocketfirefairy: Uhm, you see. .
Mariku: Cookie. . . T.T
Isis: Be quiet, Mariku. I don't know anything of V-chan's plots, but I guess it will be nice none the less.
To Fluffy: Yeah, it's your fault! Your fault that V-chan made us watch Beauty and the Beast at least five times. . . Hey, do you have a Mariku plushie? .. . Never mind. Seto likes his new pet spark. I like his new hair- do.
To Aman-chan: -pets Aman- Don't cry, sweetie. . everything will be okay. Rae, Mariku said, he never deals with crying hikaris, because if his one cries, it's my turn to watch him -___-
To Sugar Kat: Ah, Yami no V-chan. . she was depressed because you yelled at her. But you already know that. I think she forgave you. –pets-
To kaz: You're one of the few persons who think that Mariku being evil is good. . . o.O
To snow-shadow-wolf: Ohh, icy review.. . ^_^ Personally, I don't like Anuket's part in this fic either. But don't tell her, because if you do, she will make me pay for her cappucchino when we go out later.
Voice: Thanks, Isis ^____^
Isis: Welcome. Can I go now?
Voice: Yeah.
Isis: Very well. –grabs Anuket and heads off to the café-
Voice: Umm. . . enjoy? And don't kill me ^^"
*~*
Still completely dazed, Bakura decided to take a shower before visiting Ryou again. After Mariku nearly had kissed him he felt somewhat dirty, because he had to admit that it didn`t feel that bad. It actually had felt rather nice, and that was what worried him. It wasn`t supposed to feel good. It was supposed to feel so bad that he wanted to push the taller male away. Bakura shook his head and stepped under the water.
He showered for half an hour; and still felt dirty after. His skin was rosy because he had scrubbed so long, and the towel felt rough against it. Dressing and rubbing his hair with the towel, he made his way to where Ryou was; what happened to be his own room. Nothing in the world could make him leave the boy, even when the kid was poisoned, and he had left him observed by Anzu and Seto when he decided he would visit Mariku`s grave. Bakura passed Isis` room, where faint voices were heard; but that moment, he didn`t give a damn, longing to see the smaller albino, though he`d clearly recognize the deeper voice if he had listened properly; it was too deep for his siblings`, too purring for the cool voice of Isis and the most cheery one of Malik.
Anzu still sat in the chair next to the bed, Seto still leaning on the wall next to the window, exactly how Bakura had left them. The thought of lifeless puppets crossed his mind, then Seto looked up and Anzu turned her head, giving him a faint smile.
"He`s still asleep. . "
"I do see that.", came Bakura`s gruffly reply, but he still took the girl into his arms, giving her a reassuring hug. She was trembling.
"Shh, it`s gonna be okay. . ", he whispered so Seto couldn`t hear it; though he knew, if he didn`t think of something, fast, then nothing would ever be okay again. Bakura sighed, playing with the thought of giving himself the satisfaction of telling Anzu Mariku was back, just to hurt someone else than himself, but one gaze towards the comatose boy on the bed, and he decided against it. Ryou wouldn`t want that.
. ..
Damn. Now he already thought of Ryou as if he was dead. Bakura shook his head once again, loosening his near death grip on the girl so she could sit down again. . . but she didn`t. Anzu took Seto`s hand, leaving the room with him. After watching them leave, the taller white-haired male pushed the chair aside and kneeled down at the bedside, taking one of Ryou`s delicate hands in his. He felt tears sting in the corners of his eyes as he felt them all cold and lifeless. No machine helped the boy breathing, his heart was beating shallow but steady, his chest rising and falling softly with each breath.
Resting his head on their joined hands, Bakura closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent that was his Ryou, hot, desperate tears falling onto milky white skin. The cold hand against his cheek, he let his tears flow free. The last time he had cried he had lost a beloved person, and he was deadly afraid that it could repeat itself; but this time, Ryou wouldn`t comfort him.
In Isis` room, the woman still laid on her bed, blue eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, her vision not over yet. She couldn`t help her younger brother as he encountered the shock of his life. When he turned around, a familiar person stood in front of him. Though there was a hood covering his head, Malik recognized him.
"Mariku. . "
"Malik.", came the unearthy reply.
"Why. . . why are you here?"
"This is none of your business, little one. But do trust me, you will find out."
The lavender eyed boy flung himself onto his supposed to be dead brother, wrapping his arms around the taller one`s neck, burying his face into a muscular chest.
"You are crying?"
Mariku got no answer as the smaller one only clung to him tighter. Slowly the tall Egyptian raised his arms and wrapped them around his younger brother`s delicate waist, holding him close against his first intentions. He sighed softly, the warmth of the smaller body flowing through him, he felt like he never wanted to let go of human body heat. Though his body lived, he didn`t feel warm nor cold. He usually didn`t feel at all.
"Stop it."
"What?"
"Stop. Stop haunting. . me."
Malik was so much like Bakura, Mariku mused. He wanted him to live, yet he wanted him to be dead as well. He couldn`t let go but he wanted to. He loved yet hated him. Mariku grinned.
"But it`s so much fun."
"Don`t you ever grow up?"
"You stole that phrase from Isis.", Mariku replied dryly, looking over to the bed, smirking.
"She`s in a conversation with Anuket. . . ", he murmured. Malik jerked his head up and backed away slowly. Mariku used to hold respect for the goddess, calling her mistress or even Anuket-sama all the time he was a spirit. Something definitely wasn`t right.
"I-I guess you should go now. . ."
"Suddenly afraid of me, my dear little brother?", Mariku purred, backing Malik against the nearest wall. How he loved trapping people to see the fear in their eyes. . .
"Yes."
Mariku was slightly taken aback by that truthful answer. But not much. Using his height and weight to trap Malik between himself and the wall, he leaned down to whisper into Malik`s ear, brushing a strand of sandy blonde hair away in the process.
"Why`s Isis always talking to her, anyway? You love her, right?"
Goosebumps built onto Malik`s arms and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Yes. . ."
"Then why won`t she let you talk to her? A goddess isn`t possible to love, you know."
Malik`s eyes widened. "But. . "
"You trust me, ne, Malik?"
"Yeah, I do, but. . "
"Then trust me this time, too; Anuket doesn`t love you. In fact, nobody does."
Hitting a weak spot, Mariku grinned to himself as he felt Malik grow tense. He brought up one hand and gently caressed Malik`s right cheek, still whispering into his left ear.
"I know it, Malik, I know everything now."
"And that. . . is true?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
Mariku nodded, tickling Malik`s right cheek and neck with the tips on his hair. Tears gathered in the teen`s eyes. He rested his hands onto Mariku`s shoulders, clutching them desperately, not wanting him to go.
"Do you love me?"
The taller one kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger there as he spoke.
"Of course."
Isis woke up a few minutes later, blinking until her eyes were wet enough to see properly and stop burning. She had stared at the ceiling for a long time unblinking. Her room was empty, but her window was open; she didn`t remember opening it. Standing up, she walked over to it calmly, closing it. Though she had a bad feeling about something, she couldn`t describe it, and she doubted the prophecy Anuket gave her would fulfill here and now. The woman decided ton check on Ryou, and as she reached Bakura`s room where the boy was bedded, she found the most sad yet cute sight she ever saw; Ryou blinking sleepily down at Bakura, who was fast asleep with their fingers intertwined.
"You`re up.", she stated softly, not to startle Ryou or wake Bakura up. The teen looked up and smiled when he rcognized her; though his eyes were a bit unfocused.
"Yeah. What happened anyway?"
"You passed out in front of the mall. A poison courses through your veins.", Isis explained, taking a seat on the free side of the large bed. Ryou`s head turned as he followed her voice.
"How do you feel, little one?"
"I`m fine, I guess. At least I don`t feel any pain. . "
"That`s nice.", the woman said before Ryou could finish his sentence. When he ended it, Isis nearly was in tears.
"Isis? Why can`t I see anything?"
"Because. . . because the poison. . blinded you."
She could have slapped herself; her voice sounded strangled as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
"Are you crying?"
"No. . no, I`m not."
"Could you hold me? I don`t want to wake Bakura up. . "
Isis let her tears fall now as she gathered the boy in her arms, holding him protectively, and soon they both were crying.
"You should sleep now, little one. . . you need to rest."
Ryou nodded, being the little angel he was. "Could you sing, please?"
"I guess I can manage that. . . ", Isis said, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips, and relaxing her throat, which felt like someone was trying to choke her, she began to sing quietly to him. Unconsciously, she changed the tune halfway through the song she sang, which had been Malik´s favorite song when he had been little, and sang an evenly old one, which reminded her of Mariku oddly.
~If only tears could bring you back to me. . . ~
Somewhere in this song, Ryou fell asleep again, and Isis went down to find someone.
Instinctively, she began searching for Malik. Shizuka crossed her way.
"Hey Isis-san!"
"Hello, Shizuka-chan."
"Have you seen Seto?"
Isis shook her head. Shizuka looked somewhat disappointed, but left with a smile addressing Isis. The older woman peered into Malik`s room. It was empty, just as the kitchen was, the basement where he was sometimes to play video games, the room with the large computer screens was empty too besides Anzu who typed feverishly. The last one where her young brother could be was the living room. And it wasn`t even empty. But the persons sitting there were not whom Isis searched.
"Yami? Yuugi?"
"Hey Isis-san!", the smaller one squealed, hugging her around the middle cheerily. Yami only smiled slightly and nodded at her, while she patted Yuugi on the head absentmindedly, nodded a greeting, and turned to Seto, who sat in an armchair frowning.
"Shizuka searches for you."
"I really don`t care at the moment. . "
Isis frowned, Yuugi finally letting go of her and bouncing back to the couch where he sat down next to Yami. The woman couldn`t help but smile inwardly at the teen`s antics; he was as old as Ryou was and still acted like a child sometimes. It was kind of cute.
"And Ryou woke up."
Immediately, Seto`s frown was gone and Yuugi stopped bouncing, sitting perfectly still and gazing at her as seriously as Yami was.
"Really?"
"Yes." Isis took a seat. "He. . . he is blinded."
She watched Yuugi`s expression contort in horror, Yami`s face pale, and Seto growing tense.
"T_That can`t be. . . ", Yuugi managed. Yami slipped one arm around the shivering teen`s waist, holding him close and letting him cry into his shoulder while he kept his stoic expression.
"A strange poison it is indeed. . . ", Seto whispered. Isis felt like losing her temper; singing Ryou to sleep, holding him, crying for him and seeing him cry as well as searching for Malik effortlessly had made her nerves sensitive.
"The boy will never be able to see again", she stated as calmly as she could, her voice becoming cold as ice as well as her eyes, glaring at Seto, fingers curling around the sides of the armchair until her knuckles turned white. "And all you think about it a Ra damned poison?!"
The tall brunette was stunned. He never witnessed Isis losing her temper, but the rumors about it were horrible. Yami unconsciously held the sobbing Yuugi closer.
"Seth damned bastard! Don`t you give a damn about the boy`s life?"
Seto`s mouth opened and closed again without a sound passing through his lips.
"Of course you don`t. . anymore. He was useful to you while he had his health, and now that he`s diseased you don`t care anymore!"
"No, Isis, please. . "
But the woman already stormed out of the room, back to Bakura`s, where both males were still sleeping. She shook Bakura as gently as she could in her rage, pacing the room restlessly as the man she accepted as her brother woke up slowly.
"What is it. . . ?"
"Ryou woke up earlier and Malik is no where to be found."
It took a while for Bakura to realize what Isis just had said.
When he had understood, his eyes widened in horror.
"How is Ryou?"
"He is blind."
Bakura hung his head, eyes wide with shock. "No. . not yet. . "
"Is there something you know?!", Isis asked, still worried as hell. Bakura looked up at her slowly, and if there weren`t so much truth and sadness in his eyes, Isis hadn`t believed the next thing he told her.
"Mariku is back."
". . . Malik. . . "
*~*
Huh. . . not really a cliffie, right? But what happened to Malik? What will happen to Ryou?
Isis: Yay. –dryly- Well, since I can't get out of it, let's get over with it.
To Anime Crazed: I'm afraid Mariku will go insane. I pity him.
To Silver Arrow: Hey, I like your name! Freaky huh. . V-chan is freaky herself. Don't expect her chapters to be different.
To magicianofblackchaos23: D'you wanna know how V-chan reacted when she read your review? She nodded as if she wanted her head to fall off, drooling to herself. Disgusting if you ask me.
To Pocketfirefairy: Uhm, you see. .
Mariku: Cookie. . . T.T
Isis: Be quiet, Mariku. I don't know anything of V-chan's plots, but I guess it will be nice none the less.
To Fluffy: Yeah, it's your fault! Your fault that V-chan made us watch Beauty and the Beast at least five times. . . Hey, do you have a Mariku plushie? .. . Never mind. Seto likes his new pet spark. I like his new hair- do.
To Aman-chan: -pets Aman- Don't cry, sweetie. . everything will be okay. Rae, Mariku said, he never deals with crying hikaris, because if his one cries, it's my turn to watch him -___-
To Sugar Kat: Ah, Yami no V-chan. . she was depressed because you yelled at her. But you already know that. I think she forgave you. –pets-
To kaz: You're one of the few persons who think that Mariku being evil is good. . . o.O
To snow-shadow-wolf: Ohh, icy review.. . ^_^ Personally, I don't like Anuket's part in this fic either. But don't tell her, because if you do, she will make me pay for her cappucchino when we go out later.
Voice: Thanks, Isis ^____^
Isis: Welcome. Can I go now?
Voice: Yeah.
Isis: Very well. –grabs Anuket and heads off to the café-
Voice: Umm. . . enjoy? And don't kill me ^^"
*~*
Still completely dazed, Bakura decided to take a shower before visiting Ryou again. After Mariku nearly had kissed him he felt somewhat dirty, because he had to admit that it didn`t feel that bad. It actually had felt rather nice, and that was what worried him. It wasn`t supposed to feel good. It was supposed to feel so bad that he wanted to push the taller male away. Bakura shook his head and stepped under the water.
He showered for half an hour; and still felt dirty after. His skin was rosy because he had scrubbed so long, and the towel felt rough against it. Dressing and rubbing his hair with the towel, he made his way to where Ryou was; what happened to be his own room. Nothing in the world could make him leave the boy, even when the kid was poisoned, and he had left him observed by Anzu and Seto when he decided he would visit Mariku`s grave. Bakura passed Isis` room, where faint voices were heard; but that moment, he didn`t give a damn, longing to see the smaller albino, though he`d clearly recognize the deeper voice if he had listened properly; it was too deep for his siblings`, too purring for the cool voice of Isis and the most cheery one of Malik.
Anzu still sat in the chair next to the bed, Seto still leaning on the wall next to the window, exactly how Bakura had left them. The thought of lifeless puppets crossed his mind, then Seto looked up and Anzu turned her head, giving him a faint smile.
"He`s still asleep. . "
"I do see that.", came Bakura`s gruffly reply, but he still took the girl into his arms, giving her a reassuring hug. She was trembling.
"Shh, it`s gonna be okay. . ", he whispered so Seto couldn`t hear it; though he knew, if he didn`t think of something, fast, then nothing would ever be okay again. Bakura sighed, playing with the thought of giving himself the satisfaction of telling Anzu Mariku was back, just to hurt someone else than himself, but one gaze towards the comatose boy on the bed, and he decided against it. Ryou wouldn`t want that.
. ..
Damn. Now he already thought of Ryou as if he was dead. Bakura shook his head once again, loosening his near death grip on the girl so she could sit down again. . . but she didn`t. Anzu took Seto`s hand, leaving the room with him. After watching them leave, the taller white-haired male pushed the chair aside and kneeled down at the bedside, taking one of Ryou`s delicate hands in his. He felt tears sting in the corners of his eyes as he felt them all cold and lifeless. No machine helped the boy breathing, his heart was beating shallow but steady, his chest rising and falling softly with each breath.
Resting his head on their joined hands, Bakura closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent that was his Ryou, hot, desperate tears falling onto milky white skin. The cold hand against his cheek, he let his tears flow free. The last time he had cried he had lost a beloved person, and he was deadly afraid that it could repeat itself; but this time, Ryou wouldn`t comfort him.
In Isis` room, the woman still laid on her bed, blue eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, her vision not over yet. She couldn`t help her younger brother as he encountered the shock of his life. When he turned around, a familiar person stood in front of him. Though there was a hood covering his head, Malik recognized him.
"Mariku. . "
"Malik.", came the unearthy reply.
"Why. . . why are you here?"
"This is none of your business, little one. But do trust me, you will find out."
The lavender eyed boy flung himself onto his supposed to be dead brother, wrapping his arms around the taller one`s neck, burying his face into a muscular chest.
"You are crying?"
Mariku got no answer as the smaller one only clung to him tighter. Slowly the tall Egyptian raised his arms and wrapped them around his younger brother`s delicate waist, holding him close against his first intentions. He sighed softly, the warmth of the smaller body flowing through him, he felt like he never wanted to let go of human body heat. Though his body lived, he didn`t feel warm nor cold. He usually didn`t feel at all.
"Stop it."
"What?"
"Stop. Stop haunting. . me."
Malik was so much like Bakura, Mariku mused. He wanted him to live, yet he wanted him to be dead as well. He couldn`t let go but he wanted to. He loved yet hated him. Mariku grinned.
"But it`s so much fun."
"Don`t you ever grow up?"
"You stole that phrase from Isis.", Mariku replied dryly, looking over to the bed, smirking.
"She`s in a conversation with Anuket. . . ", he murmured. Malik jerked his head up and backed away slowly. Mariku used to hold respect for the goddess, calling her mistress or even Anuket-sama all the time he was a spirit. Something definitely wasn`t right.
"I-I guess you should go now. . ."
"Suddenly afraid of me, my dear little brother?", Mariku purred, backing Malik against the nearest wall. How he loved trapping people to see the fear in their eyes. . .
"Yes."
Mariku was slightly taken aback by that truthful answer. But not much. Using his height and weight to trap Malik between himself and the wall, he leaned down to whisper into Malik`s ear, brushing a strand of sandy blonde hair away in the process.
"Why`s Isis always talking to her, anyway? You love her, right?"
Goosebumps built onto Malik`s arms and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Yes. . ."
"Then why won`t she let you talk to her? A goddess isn`t possible to love, you know."
Malik`s eyes widened. "But. . "
"You trust me, ne, Malik?"
"Yeah, I do, but. . "
"Then trust me this time, too; Anuket doesn`t love you. In fact, nobody does."
Hitting a weak spot, Mariku grinned to himself as he felt Malik grow tense. He brought up one hand and gently caressed Malik`s right cheek, still whispering into his left ear.
"I know it, Malik, I know everything now."
"And that. . . is true?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
Mariku nodded, tickling Malik`s right cheek and neck with the tips on his hair. Tears gathered in the teen`s eyes. He rested his hands onto Mariku`s shoulders, clutching them desperately, not wanting him to go.
"Do you love me?"
The taller one kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger there as he spoke.
"Of course."
Isis woke up a few minutes later, blinking until her eyes were wet enough to see properly and stop burning. She had stared at the ceiling for a long time unblinking. Her room was empty, but her window was open; she didn`t remember opening it. Standing up, she walked over to it calmly, closing it. Though she had a bad feeling about something, she couldn`t describe it, and she doubted the prophecy Anuket gave her would fulfill here and now. The woman decided ton check on Ryou, and as she reached Bakura`s room where the boy was bedded, she found the most sad yet cute sight she ever saw; Ryou blinking sleepily down at Bakura, who was fast asleep with their fingers intertwined.
"You`re up.", she stated softly, not to startle Ryou or wake Bakura up. The teen looked up and smiled when he rcognized her; though his eyes were a bit unfocused.
"Yeah. What happened anyway?"
"You passed out in front of the mall. A poison courses through your veins.", Isis explained, taking a seat on the free side of the large bed. Ryou`s head turned as he followed her voice.
"How do you feel, little one?"
"I`m fine, I guess. At least I don`t feel any pain. . "
"That`s nice.", the woman said before Ryou could finish his sentence. When he ended it, Isis nearly was in tears.
"Isis? Why can`t I see anything?"
"Because. . . because the poison. . blinded you."
She could have slapped herself; her voice sounded strangled as she tried to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
"Are you crying?"
"No. . no, I`m not."
"Could you hold me? I don`t want to wake Bakura up. . "
Isis let her tears fall now as she gathered the boy in her arms, holding him protectively, and soon they both were crying.
"You should sleep now, little one. . . you need to rest."
Ryou nodded, being the little angel he was. "Could you sing, please?"
"I guess I can manage that. . . ", Isis said, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips, and relaxing her throat, which felt like someone was trying to choke her, she began to sing quietly to him. Unconsciously, she changed the tune halfway through the song she sang, which had been Malik´s favorite song when he had been little, and sang an evenly old one, which reminded her of Mariku oddly.
~If only tears could bring you back to me. . . ~
Somewhere in this song, Ryou fell asleep again, and Isis went down to find someone.
Instinctively, she began searching for Malik. Shizuka crossed her way.
"Hey Isis-san!"
"Hello, Shizuka-chan."
"Have you seen Seto?"
Isis shook her head. Shizuka looked somewhat disappointed, but left with a smile addressing Isis. The older woman peered into Malik`s room. It was empty, just as the kitchen was, the basement where he was sometimes to play video games, the room with the large computer screens was empty too besides Anzu who typed feverishly. The last one where her young brother could be was the living room. And it wasn`t even empty. But the persons sitting there were not whom Isis searched.
"Yami? Yuugi?"
"Hey Isis-san!", the smaller one squealed, hugging her around the middle cheerily. Yami only smiled slightly and nodded at her, while she patted Yuugi on the head absentmindedly, nodded a greeting, and turned to Seto, who sat in an armchair frowning.
"Shizuka searches for you."
"I really don`t care at the moment. . "
Isis frowned, Yuugi finally letting go of her and bouncing back to the couch where he sat down next to Yami. The woman couldn`t help but smile inwardly at the teen`s antics; he was as old as Ryou was and still acted like a child sometimes. It was kind of cute.
"And Ryou woke up."
Immediately, Seto`s frown was gone and Yuugi stopped bouncing, sitting perfectly still and gazing at her as seriously as Yami was.
"Really?"
"Yes." Isis took a seat. "He. . . he is blinded."
She watched Yuugi`s expression contort in horror, Yami`s face pale, and Seto growing tense.
"T_That can`t be. . . ", Yuugi managed. Yami slipped one arm around the shivering teen`s waist, holding him close and letting him cry into his shoulder while he kept his stoic expression.
"A strange poison it is indeed. . . ", Seto whispered. Isis felt like losing her temper; singing Ryou to sleep, holding him, crying for him and seeing him cry as well as searching for Malik effortlessly had made her nerves sensitive.
"The boy will never be able to see again", she stated as calmly as she could, her voice becoming cold as ice as well as her eyes, glaring at Seto, fingers curling around the sides of the armchair until her knuckles turned white. "And all you think about it a Ra damned poison?!"
The tall brunette was stunned. He never witnessed Isis losing her temper, but the rumors about it were horrible. Yami unconsciously held the sobbing Yuugi closer.
"Seth damned bastard! Don`t you give a damn about the boy`s life?"
Seto`s mouth opened and closed again without a sound passing through his lips.
"Of course you don`t. . anymore. He was useful to you while he had his health, and now that he`s diseased you don`t care anymore!"
"No, Isis, please. . "
But the woman already stormed out of the room, back to Bakura`s, where both males were still sleeping. She shook Bakura as gently as she could in her rage, pacing the room restlessly as the man she accepted as her brother woke up slowly.
"What is it. . . ?"
"Ryou woke up earlier and Malik is no where to be found."
It took a while for Bakura to realize what Isis just had said.
When he had understood, his eyes widened in horror.
"How is Ryou?"
"He is blind."
Bakura hung his head, eyes wide with shock. "No. . not yet. . "
"Is there something you know?!", Isis asked, still worried as hell. Bakura looked up at her slowly, and if there weren`t so much truth and sadness in his eyes, Isis hadn`t believed the next thing he told her.
"Mariku is back."
". . . Malik. . . "
*~*
Huh. . . not really a cliffie, right? But what happened to Malik? What will happen to Ryou?