Anaya's Creator: Hi people! For some strange reason NO ONE IS REVIEWING!! I ONLY GOT TWO REVIEWS THIS CHAPTER? IS MY WRITING THAT HORRIBLE?

Malik: Calm down Anaya's Creator.

Anaya's Creator: I finally took that "pop quiz" in math on proofs. It was so easy!

Mokuba: You'll get an A then.

Anaya's Creator: I'm not too sure about that... a friend and I were taking on the bus about it and I found out I got at least one part of one of the proofs wrong, but that should be the only thing wrong because her and I were able to end the problem the same way.

Malik: Too bad for you.

Anaya's Creator: Oh well, here are some reviews:

Stormtracer:

I may be mistaken, but Rogue should be a bit more fleshed out in this chapter. She's not disbelieving about her powers, just about being Akina's incarnate. She kinda has her doubts. I have no idea what song "Every breath you take" is; I don't think I've ever heard of it. But there will be a song chapter soon. And I have no idea what you said to me in the line in your review about fluff/ fuzz. Remember I'm still new to the realm of Fanfic.

KrysofSorrow:

No worries about that, this story won't end for a long time yet...

Anaya's Creator: Ido not own Yu-Gi-Oh, plain and simple. FYI: /-/ telepathy, - Yami and Yugi talking to each other, "-" Dialogue, Italics thought or onamonapia, depending on context.

Story Start:

Malik told her everything: about his family being tomb keepers for a 5000 year old pharaoh, about getting the tomb keeper's initiation, about becoming leader of the Rare Hunters, everything, okay, okay, he skipped the "taking over the world" part. During the whole time Rogue was putting her wet things in a bag, being very fidgety, and bursting with the need to say something. Patience was not a virtue she possessed. Her relief was unimaginable when he finished.

"Malik I..." Words failed her for a moment. "I had no idea..." Her head hung slightly as she spoke.

Malik held her face in his hand. "Now you know everything I've done. If you wish to leave me you may, I'll understand."

"No, I love you; I'm not going to leave you. But is this really necessary... getting revenge?"

"I'm not sure, Rogue. Now that you're here, I don't know what to think." He felt Rogue's arms wind around him and she started to lean against him.He returned her embrace. As much as I love this girl, I can't let everything I worked for go to waste.

"Well, you've already won six of those locator card things, so you might as well go to the Battle City finals; just don't take Yugi's Millennium Puzzle if you win.

"And the Egyptian God Cards?"

"Return them to your sister, they were hers to guard in the first place, right?"

"Yeah," I couldn't possibly lie to Rogue,

"If you apologize sincerely to her and try to make up for what you've done, she'll forgive you. Trust me on this one."

Malik continued to be half listening to her and half arguing with his own thoughts. But perhaps after my plan succeeds I could... No, that wouldn't work.

"Now I should probably get going. I need to get home and get my clothes in the dryer before my mother gets home."

Saved, now I can think about all this without her being here. That'd make this a bit easier to think out, all my thoughts turn to mush when she's around. He ceased his wandering thoughts and asked her, "Will I see you again?" He pulled her closer.

"Of course," Rogue brushed her lips against his in a mock kiss, picked up the bag with her clothes, transformed the jewel back into her walking stick, and left, adding "Perhaps sooner than you think."

As she left Malik remembered something. "If we meet in the finals, remember to call me Namu," he called after her. He saw her give him "thumbs up" to show that she understood. That staff, I remember reading about a woman who possessed that very one in my scriptures. Rogue has to be the incarnation of Akina, the Canaanite warrior and I remember Ishizu saying that I may be the incarnate of the priest who became Akina's husband. I thought she was just joking, but maybe she was right...

After walking for a few minutes, Rogue reached home. "Rogue, oh thank Jehovah you're safe. When Yoko called me at work about Karasu running into you two while you were in Battle City I was so worried. When I reached home only Yoko was here, I was so anxious about what might have happened to you. Come, we need to pack... What happened to your clothes?"

"They got absolutely filthy, except for my t-shirt which was spared because it was under my sweater. Luckily I ran into a friend who let me wash my clothes at their house and lent me a towel. Can you put them in the dryer for me?"

"I will and, in the meantime, you pack up and as soon as these are out of the dryer we're leaving. There is a house I reserved for us in Ireland just in case this happened."

"Mother, you know Mokuba invited me and Yoko to go with him to the Battle City finals, I can't let him down."

"Circumstances change, Rogue."

"But Mother,"

Ding-dong! Then the door bell rang. "I'll get it," Rogue said grumpily. She went to the front door, opened it, and asked, "May I help you?"

"Hi Rogue; it's Mokuba," said an excited voice.

"Hey Kiddo, is it time to go watch the Battle City finals?"

"You got it."

"Give me two minutes and Yoko and I'll be ready to go." Rogue rushed upstairs, pulled on a random pair of jeans which happened to be black, grabbed her backpack, and ran back downstairs yelling, "Yoko it's time for the Battle City finals!"

"I'm coming."

Rogue and Yoko met at the door, "Bye Mother" they shouted simultaneously, and were out the door before she could try to reason with them.

"Follow me," Mokuba said taking Rogue's hand led her away as quickly as he could with Yoko following behind them.

They reached Domino Stadium before anyone else, except for Kaiba. "Mokuba, are these the guests you invited to come along?" he asked. His eyes grew cold as they fell on Rogue.

"You got a problem with that?" Rogue retorted.

Kaiba grimaced as if someone were trying to force some nasty tasting food down his throat. He could just kill that girl. She acted as if he were just anyone, not the richest man in all Japan. He was about to respond when Yugi and his friends showed up.

"Rogue, Yoko, what are you two doing here?" a familiar voice asked.

"Hi Serenity," Rogue replied. "Mokuba called me earlier and asked my brother and me to come to the finals with him."

Yami, look who's here, Yugi said, forcing Yami to take control.

Rogue, Yami thought, he could feel a discreet blush creep across his face. "Hello Rogue," he said.

"Hello Yami; did Joey make it to the finals too?"

"Yes, I did; how did you know I was dueling?"

"I called and told her yesterday, big brother," Serenity interjected.

"Of course, I didn't think you were good enough to get to the finals."

"WHAT?!! How could you think that? I came in second in the Duelist Kingdom!"

"Don't take her too seriously, Joey, Rogue has a peculiar sense of humor," Serenity said trying hard to suppress a giggle.

"You were joking?" Joey asked calming down instantly. Everyone, except Rogue, sweat dropped.

"Duh," Replied, then she burst into a total laugh attack. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hearing you lose your temper was so funny! I wish I could have seen your face it was probably priceless! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." Her laughter came to an abrupt halt when a strong wind swept up.

"Someone else is arriving," Kaiba said.

It was a pale boy with hair dressed in blue jeans and a blue shirt. (A/N: I'm skipping to where everyone boards the blimp.)

There was a sudden loud thundering noise. Rogue covered her ears as whatever was causing the racket drew closer and the noise grew louder. She could barely hear Mokuba announce, "It's time to board Kaiba Craft 3 for the start of the Battle City finals."

As everyone boarded, no one noticed a shadowy unwelcome character slip on amongst them.

Inside the blimp, Malik took Rogue by the hand and led her to his room. As he heard the door closed behind them, he felt Rogue embrace him.

"W-what are y-you doing h-here, R-rogue?" he stammered.

"I said we'd met again, didn't I?"

"I had no idea it would be this soon." He picked her head up a little and brushed his face against hers. He was about to kiss her when she said,

"That's enough, come met my brother..." She pulled away letting her hands trail down his arms to his hands and led him out of the room as the speaker sounded.

"All duelists are to report to the main hall," it said.

As Rogue and Malik entered the hall together three specific people had an extended curiosity towards the two being together.

Yoko merely snickered slightly. Good, he thought. Finally, something to tease my sister about.

Yami, of course, was insanely jealous of Malik now, but I won't go into detail on that.

Odeon simply followed the two with one eye as Rogue introduced Malik to the man clad in white with white hair and pale skin. That man, he thought. He must be a close relative or friend of that girl's. I hope she can bring out the good in Master Malik before it is too late.

Malik excused himself from the two siblings and Yoko started to tease Rogue. "You know how Mom gets about you getting a boyfriend. Should I tell her when we land?"

"Don't even think about it."

"What's to..." suddenly he leaned forward a bit, clinging to his stomach and groaning slightly. He got back up with difficulty and put his back against the wall for support.

"Yoko, are you alright?" Rogue asked her voice now worried and nervous.

"I'm fine, Sister," he said weakly.

Rogue reached forward trying to touch his shoulder, but stretched her arm to high and ended up touching his face which was cold and clammy with sweat. "Are you sure? You're face is all damp with perspiration."

"I'm sure," he insisted. This is the work of Karasu's poison; there's no other explanation, he thought.

Rogue heard a soft sinister laughter echo in the back of her mind. She turned around frantically, trying to find out where it was coming from.

Malik came back over and grabbed one of her shoulders. "Rogue what's wrong?"

Recognizing his voice, Rogue instantly calmed down. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Returning to her senses, she shook her head a little and said, "Nothing... never mind." Why do I have the feeling that something is about to go very, very wrong?

"For the first three duels of the finals, the two duelists will be chosen by lottery," one of the guards announced. "Random select,"

There was the sound of eight balls bouncing around in the plastic balls and the first two duelists were Yugi and Bakura.

Everyone went upstairs to watch the duel play out. All the while, Rogue kept turning her head towards where she knew Yoko was standing. Ever since that incident downstairs, she began to notice he was becoming different. His demon aura seemed to be shrinking and becoming weaker by the minute. Did something happen to him while he was fighting Karasu? And what about that malicious laughter he had heard?

The duel ended with Yami prevailing over Bakura... well, actually someone everyone referred to as the Spirit of the Ring. A few minutes before the duelists for the next duel would be selected, Yami asked to speak to Rogue alone. She complied, but, unbeknownst to them, Malik was eavesdropping.

Rogue is Akina's incarnate, he thought. And not doubt the stupid pharaoh knows it. I can't risk losing her to him. Wait, since when did I lose her? Oh great, all this reincarnation stuff is starting to mess with my head. He watched them in a suspicious using the Millennium Rod, hoping nothing would happen and that he was just being paranoid.

"Yugi," Rogue said. "Forgive me if I'm prying, but it seems that for some strange reason that you and Yami are the same person." She leaned against the door, trying to relax and get her mind off Yoko's strange behavior.

Yugi was silent, puzzled about what to tell her. Yami, help me explain this. he begged his dark side.

Just tell her the truth, aibou Yami told him. Or even better, let me tell over. and he took over.

"Your perception is almost correct, Rogue," Yami replied. "But there is one fact you missed. Although Yugi and I share the same body with the help of the Millennium Puzzle, we are by no means the same spirit."

"I understand; just like my walking cane holds the spirit of someone from the past, as does your puzzle."

"Who inhabits your cane?" Yami asked, slowly approaching her.

"I'm pretty sure her name was Akina. I've been told that she was a powerful Canaanite warrior/mage."

"She was, and that is partly what made me love her so much." He placed a gentle hand on Rogue's cheek.

She froze, not knowing what to do. Thinking if she remained silent Yami would sense her discomfort and back off. But he hadn't changed in the 5000 years he had spent in the puzzle... in other words, of course he didn't.

Yami placed a firm hand on each of Rogue's arms, preventing any escape she may have had in mind, and forced her lips into a demanding loath kiss. Getting on the balls of his feet because his host's body was so short, he pressed his body against hers trying to get her to enjoy this.

/Stop, please stop,/ she begged through telepathy, but Yami didn't heed her. She dropped her staff and shoved her hands between their bodies to his chest.

Thinking she was beginning so enjoy this, Yami eased his grip on her... big mistake.

With a feat of unexpected strength Rogue pushed Yami across the room just as a loud thunk resounded from one of the other rooms.

Yami found himself on the floor looking up at Rogue who was trembling with rage and a dim grey aura surrounded her. "I see you still have the same fire you always possessed, eh Akina?"

"Don't ever do that again, you vile... you malevolent..." Too enraged to finish whatever she was trying to say, Rogue used her gift to bring her staff back to her hand and left the room.

She walked by herself for a while trying to keep herself from ramming her fist into a wall in fury. So preoccupied with her anger, she forgot to mind where she was going and ran into someone. "Sorry," she muttered. (A/N: Sappy-ness warning)

Someone grabbed her shoulders lightly and said, "Rogue, is it Yami that you truly love?" Malik's voice asked. "Were you just caught up in the moment? Please answer me, you seemed to have been enjoying yourself."

"No Malik, I love you and only you. Yami doesn't even begin to compare with you." She leaned her cane against the wall behind her, reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. She went up on the balls of her feet and brushed her lips against his in a tempting gesture.

Finally, when Malik could stand it no longer he closed the gap between their lips. His arms laced around her and hers wrapped around his neck.

"All duelists need to report to the main hall for the choosing of the competitors for the second duel," one of the speakers announced.

With great reluctance, the two let go of each other and walked to the main hall.

There are a few things that are still bothering me though, Rogue thought. Did I sense a darkness in that kiss? And where's Yoko got to?

In Malik's Soul Room

"So," growled a dark voice. "My hikari has been reunited with the incarnation of my lost love. Fine by me; it'll be that much more devastating when I take control... Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha..." An evil laughter no one could hear ricocheted off the dark walls.

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