Finally!!! Another chapter is up!!!

*The entire Yu-Gi-Oh cast cheers*

Well....enjoy...oh, Bakura, so the honors, please.

Bakura: This girl does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! She is only a raving lunatic......

THAT WAS MEAN!

Bakura: It's true....

"I thought he trusted me." Alone in his own chamber, Bakura's aimless spirit pondered these thoughts. "I did everything for him, and now he has the nerve to continue this mission alone..." Bakura had taken the body of a worthless being, and had gone through enough trouble, only to hear Malik utter the words.

"I need not your help, fool!"

Malik's counterpart was thrown into a dungeon like chamber of the hideout where the Rare Hunters lurked. Caped in darkness and solitude he sat, watching the door, hoping to see the light peek through. His now long, silver hair hung in front of his eyes, only reminding him of the life he destroyed, the body he stole.

"What are you?" His hikari, the quiet boy with the British accent, finally asked innocently. Looking up, the yami only grinned manically. He had been living with his mysterious spirit inside him for what seemed like forever now, and he still knew not what he was.

"Silence, boy. Listen, your body is no longer yours."

The child looked panicked, his auburn eyes showing the fear that was building up inside him since the day his father bestowed upon him the right to hold his Millennium Item in his juvenile hands. The Millennium Ring. His obsession soon grew to be the one which controlled him.

"What do you mean?!" Forming up some courage, he parted his lips and spoke in his timid voice.

The yami raised a brow. "Pathetic, ignorant child." Evil hallucinations filled the boy's mind. Cowering in fear, the child stood below the yami. "You have just been a tool, my boy. A tool to help me take back what is mine..."

Very shyly, the boy looked up to the spirit. "Why me?"

"Because, your father was stupid enough to enter the tomb where I lay. He took something out that should have remained in my protection. So, you are the victim. I am the parasite, and you are my host."

"But, I trusted you...."
"And, that trust was feebly wasted!" Snapped the yami, a cynical grin overcoming him. "I am your master now, boy. I am your god!"

An odd sensation swept throughout his body as he returned from the memory preserved in time. Was this guilt?

"That boy....he housed me for the longest while...." The deranged yami spoke silently to himself. "I used him as nothing more than a sick and twisted ploy." He thought of the gifted child, the one who held the Millennium Puzzle. He envied the relationship the hikari and his yami shared, he craved it. The union of two souls into one body. He could only wish the same for himself and his hikari, but hatred, greed, and vengeance tainted the vision and morphed it into a cruel kaleidoscope of anger, each vision more horrible then the next. It was a nightmare come to life, and the boy's mind was the sanctum for this never ending cycle of inescapable images.

The spirit finally found the emotions he had lost when he became a tomb robber those many years ago. He had lost the emotions known as love, compassion, grief, and many more that make humans the creatures that they are. With the occupation of tomb robber, he only knew greed and betrayal.

"This is not the way to live..." With that, the spirit slowly eased himself out of the body he stole, becoming, once again, a wandering spirit. Escaping through the slightly open window, he flew gracefully into the crisp midmorning air that gently covered the city of Domino. As only a wispy, delicate cloud of what was a human, he glided around the city, searching for something, something that was familiar to him, yet so distant.

"I know he lives around here somewhere. The boy seemed to enjoy visiting..." His eyes traced over the city, seeking one house and one house alone. "There!" It wasn't a house like the ones lined up aimlessly along the streets. It was a store where children would clench their thirst for the hobbies that filled their minds. It was a quaint little shop that had been left still and untouched for the longest while, those same stories still circulating.

Gliding down to a familiar window, he peered in, seeing the sleeping child. He was so innocent, yet a troubled look on his face was misleading. It showed such anxiety, yet, he was only a child. How could he be so stressed over life, when life hadn't yet begun to sting him with the lashing whip of fate.

"What are you doing here? You have absolutely no reason to pester this child more then you already have." A stern voice rang through the spirit's ears.

"Pharaoh...." Spoke he, the tomb robber who robbed his tomb many millennia ago.

The pharaoh snapped, a vicious tone being inserted in his usually calm voice. "Answer me, tomb raider! Why do you disturb him?!"

"Pharaoh, please, show mercy. I only mean to side with you."

"What are you trying to pull?!"

"Nothing, sire. I have realized the wrong I have committed, and I ask for your forgiveness, and I pray that you show mercy."

"Mercy..." The pharaoh snickered, a cruel look of hatred in his eyes. "You have no comprehension of the word..."

"Sire..." Bakura was cut off by a swift reply.

"SILENCE! Leave! Never darken this child's eyes again!" Pharaoh Yami snarled as he watched the spirit leave.

"You will need me, pharaoh, and I will be there..." He drifted into the fresh morning, as the fire in the pharaoh's eyes burned with a hate filled passion.

"Trust is something I have lost......" Yami frowned, peering over at the sleeping hikari who he protected.