Finally!!! -jumps up and down-

Malik: What the hell are you doing, child?

This is where I introduce your master plan!

Malik: Really? All right!! -jumps up and down as well-

I knew you'd be happy....

Well, Chapter 8 is up and ready to be read, oh, and FYI, this is my favorite chapter.

Malik: *Sly grin* I bet I know why...

Shut up....*wink wink*

Enjoi! Oh, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh...so on and so forth

But...I do own him...*Points to Malik*

Chap. 8

"Master Malik?" Called a timid voice, its owner fearing the consequences of disturbing his master before he awoke.

"What is it?" Malik's aggravated voice snapped.

"Someone is here to see you, sir."

"Who?"

"He remains nameless, sir."

"I'll be right there!" His voice ripped through the gentle morning hours. He pulled his somewhat faded white shirt over his head and cleared his musty blonde hair away from his violent violet eyes. The morning sun could only be seen through a small crack in the dreary curtains, but, that's how he liked it. Grabbing the Millennium Rod, he exited the chamber, yawning a bit. As he walked to the main chamber, where his throne was located, numerous Rare Hunters bowed to him and greeted him. Ignoring this, he continued to the throne. "It's way too early for this..." He growled to himself as his steps echoed through the halls.

As he entered the main corridor, only a few steps away from his throne, one of his Rare Hunters shouted.

"Sir, I need your name before you see Master Malik."

"Let him alone!" Every Rare Hunter in the row bowed as Malik entered.

"Good morning, Master Malik." In unison, the Rare Hunters greeted him.

Without words, the Leader of the Rare Hunters sat at his throne, gripping the Millennium Rod tightly.

"Where is the visitor?" His voice, ringing through the room.

"Here, sir. He refuses to speak his name." A Rare Hunter threw a man down at Malik's feet. The man, tall and lanky in stature, had ash colored hair.

"What is it that you want from me, intruder?"

"I want your help." The voice came as a surprise to Malik. He looked down to the stranger.

"I know that voice. You're..."

"Maxamillion Pegasus." The man stood and bowed to Malik. "I've heard good things about you, Malik."

"Why do you need me?" Malik was now drawn to Pegasus's reasons.

"I need to speak to Yugi, and I know you've been keeping a watchful eye on him." His right eye seemed to glisten with hopes of getting to speak to Yugi-boy, the killer of his Millennium Eye's thief.

"Ah, so I see the scars haven't healed yet, Pegasus." A smug look graced the face of Malik as he looked down on Pegasus, speaking in a belittling tone.

"What meaning does that hold?" Pegasus growled.

"You know exactly what I mean, Pegasus. The work of my close ally doesn't cease to amaze me." Malik snickered to himself.

"Why you...You know Bakura?" His voice, so shrill and untamed, met the ears of the smug young man who sat before him.

"Yes, I know him quite well, actually." Malik slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. From the shadows, a mysterious figure appeared at the arrogant one's side. "Bakura, it seems someone missed you." Malik grinned an evil grin.

"But, that's another of Yugi's little friends. Tristan, I think it was." Pegasus was clearly confused as he looked on to the auburn haired drone standing next to the throne.

"Bravo, Pegasus, I'm impressed." He gave Pegasus an applause mockingly.

"Quit the charade and tell me what's going on!"

"Testy this morning, aren't we? Well, if you insist."

"No, allow me." Tristan's voice rang in. "As you see, Pegasus, this isn't my body. My host was killed sometime ago, as I'm sure you know. So, for a while, I was nothing more than a wondering spirit, searching for a new host. Malik then intervened, showing me how I could gain a new body, and so, here I stand anew."

"So, you're manipulating his mind, Malik?" Pegasus could see right through Malik and into the eyes of a madman.

"Your misguided faith has tainted your vision." A minute flicker of rage filled Malik's eyes.

"You take leave of your senses, fool! You may be able to control a person's body, but you will never control a person's heart and soul."

"You're one to talk!"

"Malik, forget it." Bakura grinned. "Let's show him the true, unleashed power of your Millennium Item." Malik nodded at his accomplice as Bakura stepped forward and lunged at Pegasus, pinning him to the ground.

"Now!" The possessed Tristan restrained Pegasus as he attempted to free himself. But, this was meant to be.

Malik began to chant perplexing words that were known only to the Ancient Egyptians. These muted words were only heard by the three in the room, as if the remaining world has halted in its characteristic rotation. As he chanted, Pegasus's soul seemed to evaporate from his body and was sucked into the eye in Malik's Rod. Bakura's soul was then transferred from Tristan's now lifeless body to Pegasus's newly emptied vessel. After a short silence, Malik spoke.

"Well?"

Rising, Pegasus help his head, rubbing his temple. "I didn't think this much mental pain was possible."

"It's the mental barrier, where hatred, rage, love and all other emotions surface and wait to be felt. Seems like all Pegasus had left in his feeble mind was his undying love for Cecelia." He gripped the Rod tightly as it gleamed a bit. "Do you have full control?"

Lifting up his left arm, then his right, Bakura moved through Pegasus and smiled. "I have control."

"Very well then. Tell one of those mindless drones to dump him off somewhere. I don't care where..." He gestured to Tristan's body and walked off towards his chamber

"Malik, where are going?" Bakura questioned.

He turned to face Bakura and blinked. "To bed..."