~ A Sister's Warning ~

    Malik was back where he had started earlier that night. Sitting alone in his throne room. There wasn't much else for him to live for. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he could possibly hate himself this much. He was a horrible Pharaoh and a poor excuse for a human being as well. It was time for him to give up…but before he did, he had to kill Yami for even thinking up an idea as absurd as that one. However, it was his own damn fault for allowing Yami to suck him in.

   That didn't matter. He was mad, and needed someone to kill. Bakura was his first choice, but you can't always get what you want, even if you are the Pharaoh. Yami would just have to suffice…for now. Surely there would be others before the whole thing was said and done with though.

   So, making his way out of the throne room, Malik walked down the hallway towards Yami's chambers. But he was stopped midway by his servant Litho. Bowing low, Litho's gaze met Malik's as he stood in silence.

   "What is it?" Malik asked impatiently. "I have somewhere to be."

   "Something has displeased you…and I was wondering if it had anything to do with the slaves I gave you?" He inquired.

   "It might." Malik said warily. "Why?"

   "Because I hate to displease you my Pharaoh." Litho said humbly.

   "Your point?" Malik hassled. He hated being delayed when he was on his way to kill somebody.

   "If you will make you way to your room you'll see my point." Litho bowed again, but this time his gaze never left Malik's and, as if it was some sort of telepathic connection, Malik understood.

   "I don't really feel-"

   "I insist Great One. I promise you won't be disappointed." He paused. "There is someone that wants to see you…someone who hasn't been around for a long time."

Malik didn't really care to find out who was in his room, but it couldn't hurt. So he turned around and walked back down the hallway towards his own room.

   Upon entering he was met with a sight that he was not prepared to see. There, in the middle of his room stood a tan woman with black hair and emerald green eyes. She had a calm demeanor about her as she stood there gazing at him with unwavering nerve. Her hands were crossed and she didn't make a move.

   "I see you've finally decided to stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself." She stated amusedly. 

   "Isis? Why are you here? And what was Litho talking about when he said that I wouldn't be disappointed?" Malik eyed his sister suspiciously. He didn't really appreciate her telling him that he was feeling sorry for himself…even though he was. The last time he had seen her in Egypt was when she was forced to marry Yami to keep the bloodline royal. Ever since that day she had turned her back on the entire royal family and refused to come in contact with any of them. She absolutely hated everything about Yami. He was power hungry and too headstrong for his own good. He had always been jealous of Malik, because, unlike Malik, he had wanted to be Pharaoh ever since he was young.

   "I am here to offer you my advice, Malik." She spoke calmly. Her words were always smooth and well strung. But Malik wasn't going to buy them, even if she was his older sister.

   "Advice, eh?" He smirked, crossing his arms. "On what? How to rule my kingdom? Ever since father gave you that necklace you've been acting all high and mighty, like you know everything."

   "You are no better Malik. Using the sennen rod as a weapon." She glared at him as if daring him to retort. Malik accepted her challenge. Both were very persistent.

   "What's it matter to you how I choose to use it? It's mine, I inherited it…and not without paying a price…"

   Isis glanced down as her thoughts drifted back five years ago when Malik was forced to undergo a brutal ritual, all just to become Pharaoh, which at the time; he didn't even want to be.

   "I didn't come here to have a family argument." She said, lifting her gaze back up.

   "Oh really? Well, I'm wondering why you came back at all." Malik sneered. Over the years, his respect and love for his sister had dwindled. Fading away like the ever-changing sand dunes in the desert. He didn't think that he could ever love her again as much as he did before, although, he would still do anything for her. But nobody had to know that.

   "To warn you." She said simply.

   "Really?" Malik was beginning to find this amusing.

   "You know what you have done…and you know that you can't undo it." She started. "Ryou will be back."

   "What?! H-how did you know about him?" Malik gasped.

   "You know the power of my necklace…and what I speak to you is the truth." She placed her hand over the golden choker that was around her neck. "However, a greater threat will come." And it seemed as if that was all she had to say. Immediately and without so much as a second glance, Isis walked past him, out his door and disappeared around the corner, leaving Malik standing there with so many questions unanswered. Yami however, narrowly escaped death…because that was the last thing that Malik was thinking about now thanks to Isis.

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   Once Bakura was able to stand he led Ryou out of the tavern and took him straight to Malachi's house where Malachi and Jounouchi were waiting.

   "That woman was right!" Jou said in amazement as he gaped open mouthed at Ryou.

   "You look like you've taken quite a beating." Malachi spoke up from the table, sounding slightly amused. "I didn't think the Pharaoh would get that much out of you."

   "Shut up." Bakura groaned, his arm was still wrapped tightly around Ryou, he was never letting him go again.

   "I guess this kinda puts a damper on our plans eh, Bakura?" Jounouchi asked, sounding somewhat disappointed.

   "Plans?" Ryou inquired, turning his head toward the sandy blonde boy.

   "Yea, we're gunna kill that ass." He slammed his fist in his hand, showing blatantly that he couldn't wait until that day came.

   "K-kill?" Ryou gulped.

  "Yup, Malik's as good as dead. Ain't nobody survived once Bakura n' Malachi has set out to kill um." Jou stated proudly.

   Ryou felt his heart sink. They were going to kill him…after Malik had spared Bakura's and his own life…they were going to kill him. Ryou felt like throwing up.

   "What's wrong with you?" Bakura asked as he led Ryou over to the couch. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

   "Me? O-oh, nothing…I hope you get him good." He said sadly.

   "You don't sound all that confident." Malachi sneered as he eyed Ryou suspiciously.

   "I just don't want Bakura to get hurt again." He lied…well, he didn't want Bakura to get hurt…but that wasn't what he was worried about.

   "Don't worry about me." Bakura said, nuzzling his face into Ryou's neck and nibbling at the tender flesh there. "I'll bring back his head if you like." He whispered into Ryou's ear.

   At that point, Ryou was on the verge of tears. Could things possibly get any worse? Ryou was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely realized that Bakura's hands were on his face and pulling his lips closer to his own.

   "I've missed you." The tomb robber whispered gently as he ran his thumb across Ryou's slightly parted lips.

   Ryou looked at Bakura. He had been waiting so long for this moment, and now he wished that it didn't come, because now, Bakura wasn't on Ryou's mind. Malik was. And that scared him. 'No…what am I thinking?'

   Bakura's tongue traced across his lips as he gave him a tantalizing glimpse of what was to come later that night.

   The tomb robber picked up the smaller boy, and Ryou wrapped his legs around his lover's waist. Bakura made his way upstairs because what they were about to do needn't be done in front of his associates.

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Malik: Kohaku's not here right now...so I get to do all the talkin' *smiles*

Y. Malik: * rolls eyes*

Malik: I don't really know what to say... ~_~ umm...oh yea...she told me to tell Kiki san that she cant wait to see the pic...and I would like to add something to that...do you need me to model for you? *grins*

Y. Malik: *disgusted* Oh would you get over yourself!

Malik: *slightly hurt* what?!?

Y. Malik: You think you're hot shit don't you?

Malik:...

Y. Malik: Yea, well you won't be when I'm done with you!

Malik: *horrified* w-what are you going to do?

Y. Malik: *evil grin as he pulls out the spear in the sennen rod* cut your face...

Kohaku: Oh hell no!

Y. Malik: Damn you. I thought you weren't here??!

Dumb ass...I'm writing this...and I can just stop giving you a part.

Y. Malik: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....OOOO!

 Just watch..

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Kohaku: What was that? I'm afraid I didn't hear you.

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Malik: Good one!

Kohaku: Oh, and Malik, just so you know...you are hot shit!

Malik: *blushes*