Chibi B: Allo! This, just popped out today…it was really weird, and I got it finished in an hour and a half! O.o; So, it's kinda crappy…Apologies to Cecilia, whom this fic is dedicated to! She came up with the idea and everything, so I decided to try it out! Oh, and ignore the 't think of anything else...

Taski: Meh, you could have made it longer…

Chibi B: Yeah, I could have…But you know me, lazy, lazy, lazy! Plus, I got NO sleep last night. At all. Nothing. And I still have been unable to take a nap! ::twitches:: So, maybe lack of sleep allowed me to write this, anywho, enjoy the fic! And thank Cecilia!

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

DEDICATED TO CECILIA! (a.k.a. Anime-fan Meepa)

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"You're finished, Yami no Bakura." Marik grinned sadistically as the other yami fell on his hands and knees, glaring up at him hatefully.

"You can't beat me, Marik." Bakura spat, his eyes wild and mad with anger. "If you send me to the Shadow Realm, I'll just find another way to break out."

"That is true." Marik mused, placing a hand on his chin thoughtfully. "But ,what if I didn't plan on sending you there?" He asked, smirking wickedly at the brief flash of confusion that flickered on the tomb robber's face. "What if I wanted something else?"

"What do you mean?" Bakura demanded, his voice betraying a bit of his worry. Marik threw his head back and laughed.

"Are you afraid, Bakura? Don't be. It's not you I am interested in." Bakura's eyes once again flashed with brief uncertainty, pulling himself upright with a bit of difficulty because his legs were shaking. "You want Ryou." He guessed, dreading the answer. Ryou was HIS hikari, he didn't want this psychopath anywhere near him if he could help it. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't as if he had any feelings for the boy, he had his sights set on Malik. The fact was, however that Ryou was his, and his alone.

"Correct." Marik smirked, making his way to the yami, chuckling when the other backed up as far as the dueling platform would allow.

"You can't have him." Bakura's snarled fiercely, his lips curling back as if he was about to strike the darker half of Malik in front of him.

"Oh, but I can." Marik taunted, grabbing on to Bakura's chin. "You lost a shadow game, Bakura, therefore you must pay the consequences." Bakura's eyes widened in minute horror when Marik easily pinched a pressure point on his neck, knocking him out instantly.

He caught the body before it hit the ground, and, almost lovingly cradled it to his chest. The Shadow Realm disappeared, and Marik began to descend from the platform, fully prepared to take the comatose Ryou into his room when he discovered the Pharaoh blocking his path.

"What are you doing with him?" Yami demanded, the Sennen Eye glowing on his forehead. Marik chuckled sinisterly.

"Why, Yami no Bakura lost a duel, therefore I'm claiming my prize." He grinned insanely and gestured to the body in his arms.

"You will not touch him!" Yami's eyes flashed, along with his puzzle.

"Ah, ah, ah, Pharaoh." Marik chided, "You know as well as I do you cannot tamper with a Shadow Game. Now, I suggest you leave before I get angry." He glowered at the Game King, before striding past him and into the elevator, waving at him mockingly. When the doors finally closed, he leaned back against the wall with a sigh, and looked down to study the boy in his arms.

Ryou had immediately gained his interest the first time he saw him through his lighter half's eyes. The way he seemed to just radiate innocence and trust, and not to mention how captivatingly beautiful he was. The elevator doors swung open, and Marik continued down the hall and into his room. Balancing Ryou in one arm, he pulled out his key and entered, making sure that the door was shut and locked behind him. Then, he carefully set the boy down on his bed so as not to wake him, before he retreated to the wall across from the bed, leaning against it with his arms crossed as he patiently waited for the boy to wake up.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Ryou's eyes began to flutter open, and he moaned, blinking up at the ceiling in confusion, not recognizing where he was. He sat up abruptly and groaned at his pounding head, immediately wishing for an aspirin to take the pain away. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he finally looked around the room to try to figure out where he was, before his eyes fell on Marik and he squeaked, backing away into the corner of the bed.

"Wh-What's going on?" He asked fearfully, curling his knees up to his chest in a defensive position, staring at Marik warily.

"You're yami lost the duel against me." Marik informed, taking pleasure in hearing the white haired boy's soft voice.

"H-He did?" Ryou blinked. "Then shouldn't we be in the Shadow Realm by now?"

"I changed my mind." Marik shrugged. "And took you instead."

"Me?!" Ryou squeaked. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing like what you're thinking of." Marik stated bluntly, inwardly smirking when Ryou blushed and curled in on himself more.

"Th-That's relieving."

"I brought you here because I wanted to."

"Wanted to?" Ryou asked curiously, tilting his head to the side, a cautious look still on his face. "Why would you want to see me?" Marik frowned.

"I don't know. I just did." He growled, and Ryou flinched, lowering his gaze to the floor. Marik sighed and cursed himself at his loss of self control. He knew how easily it was to scare the boy.

"Well, um, what now?" Ryou asked, somewhat shyly as he peeked out from behind his bangs. "Would you like to talk?"

"Sure." Marik shrugged, not minding the idea one bit, after all, he got to here the hikari talk.

"Okay, um, can I ask you some questions?"

"Whatever."

"Do you really hate Malik?" Marik's eyes widened at the unexpected inquiry, his posture faltering a bit against the wall.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just curious…" Ryou mumbled, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"I don't hate him." Marik confessed, "And contrary to what everyone thinks, I wouldn't destroy him. Those are empty threats."

"But didn't you banish him out of your mind?" Ryou blinked. Marik hesitated, and nodded his head.

"Only part of him, a piece of his soul is still here. I wouldn't willingly kill my hikari, even though he would kill me."

"Then, why hurt him so much?" Ryou pushed, uncurling himself and sitting in a more comfortable position.

"Because, it's the only thing I know how to do. I was created from his hate, you know." Marik said, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"True, but, you don't have to hurt him…"

"I know, but it's something that must be done if I want to win the duel against the Pharaoh."

"That's another thing I was wondering, why do you hate Yami so much?" Marik shifted his eyes to glare at Ryou.

"That's not something you want to get in to, kid."

"O-Okay, sorry." Ryou mumbled softly, fiddling with the edge of a pillow he had pulled on his lap. "Um, will my yami be okay? He hasn't spoken yet or anything…"

"He'll be fine." Marik shrugged. "I knocked him out, he'll be sleeping for a few more hours." Ryou nodded his head, a relieved look on his face.

"Um, when can I leave?" He asked, glancing up at Marik nervously. The yami's eyes flickered for a moment before he gazed back at Ryou emotionlessly.

"Do you want to go now?" He asked, inwardly saddened the boy was already sick of his presence. He was hoping that Ryou would stay at least a bit longer.

"No, that's okay." Ryou declined, making Marik's eyes widen in shock. Ryou just smiled. "It's not like there's anything else for me to do, is there?"

"I guess not." Marik tried to shrug it off as no big deal, but inside he was ecstatic. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the bed, sitting down on the edge and staring at the white haired light in the corner. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Well, you are a bit frightening." Ryou admitted, still smiling gently. "But, I can tell you aren't as evil as you want to be." Marik's eyes widened. Not even his other half saw that Marik had a kind side, but this boy in front of him, whom he'd only seen a few times, had noticed right off the bat.

"How-?"

"I can just tell." Ryou shrugged. "My own yami's the same way, though he still denies it with everything he's made of." The teen giggled. "He's stubborn, but I love him."

Marik's face fell in displeasure. So, the one person who sort of understood him was already with another? Somehow, Marik was expecting that. He got up from the bed and once again retreated back to the wall, missing the look of disappointment that was on Ryou's face as he moved away.

"So, you love you're yami?" Marik asked, his voice cold, Ryou blinked in puzzlement, and nodded.

"Of course. Every light loves their yami, even if they don't realize it yet. I mean, Malik loves you, deep down inside, and, Bakura's like an older brother to me."

"Brother?" Marik questioned, before he began to snicker slightly.

"Yes. What's so funny?" Ryou pouted, a blush coloring his face.

"I was thinking that you meant lovers." Marik admitted, and Ryou's face went an even darker red.

"Oh, no, no, no." He shook his head. "Bakura and I would never be together like that. I mean, I used to have a crush on him, but, I realized it would never work out even if he liked me back. After all, we share the same body."

"That is true." Marik mused. "So, you admit you did like Bakura? Therefore you're homosexual?"

"Umm…" Ryou blushed yet again. "Yes, I guess you could say that." Marik smirked, and waltzed over to the bed once again, picking up Ryou by the collar of his shirt.

"Good."

And with that, he crushed his lips against Ryou's, pushing his tongue in when Ryou gasped in shock. He explored every crevice in the younger boy's mouth, memorizing how it felt in case he never got the chance again. His knees almost buckled when he felt Ryou's arms wrap around his neck, his own tongue coming out to play shyly, letting himself be easily dominated by Marik. They fell back on the bed, Marik on top of Ryou, both gasping for breath, trying to claw their way back to reality.

"Wow." Ryou breathed softly, his face blushing as he reached his hand up to caress the side of Marik's face. "That was, wonderful." Marik swallowed.

"It was."

"Kiss me again?" Ryou asked, already pulling Marik's face towards his. The yami smirked, not his evil, sadistic smirk, but a teasing one, and let himself be pulled down.

"Gladly."

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Chibi B: And tada! Didn't turn out as I hoped, but…

Taski: Yeah, sure didn't turn out like I hoped either…

Chibi : Hehe, R&R! (Give me some ideas, they might inspire me to write and dedicate a fic to you!)