a/n: This all was written b4 xmas...so simply put...the ending notes are a bit out dated...Also, this ch might have slight isis bashing, but i don't really think it qualifies. She's acting like any big sister would...

Kaiba: stuck doing disclaimer b/c he ruined part of the house w/ his giant red hammer The evil authoress of doom owns nothing. I do. She's even living in my house, even if that's b/c i destroyed hers...She owns nothing, and would like to inform readers, that she is going to stop posting if she doesn't get more than one review.

Yami no Bakura: She's just trying to make her ego as big as yours...

Maurelle: glares How dare you?! uses magickal mallet of disrepute to knock him out. Enjoy the fic.

Sunday Morning

You came in with the breeze On Sunday Morning

You sure have changed since yesterday

Without any warning

I thought I knew you I thought

I knew you

I thought I knew you well…so well

No Doubt

Chapter 3

Marik rested his head against the oak of his door. He felt like hell, and those Jacks and cokes hadn't helped in the least. Mechanically he unlocked his door. Sighing he went inside wondering what he would do for dinner. The smell of roasting meat assaulted him. He snapped to attention. Only one person had the keys to his apartment.

"Isis?" he called his voice sounding calmer than he felt. Yami no Marik stirred at the edge of his conscious. He gulped.

"Hai, Marik," her voice came floating from the kitchen. Marik tensed. Her visits were often, and always for the same reason, though she wouldn't admit it: to make sure he had no signs of his Yami returning. Let me take care of her, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I'll be quick, I promise.> His Yami's voice was soft and seductive in his ear. It would be so quick, and she'd be gone. She'd never bother him again. No more visits, no more lectures on how wonderful his life was now that he was not with his Yami. He felt the tingle of his Yami taking control descend on him. No, he thought. He felt a sense of shock from his Yami. No. It stopped and Marik forced his dark into his soul room. He may not like what his sister was doing, but he still loved her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked coming into the room with slightly burnt rice cakes on a tray. He shook his head. Her cooking left much to be desired. She offered the tray to him and he shook his head.

"Bakura-chan and I hit a café after the study session," Marik told her the half-truth. Isis sighed, and put the tray down. She wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the Jack Daniels.

"Marik, you've been drinking," her tone was motherly and admonishing. "I knew Bakura-kun was a bad influence on you. Ever since that thing in Battle City when he sided with your dark half. He's probably filling your head with thoughts about how wonderful your Yami was. Your Yami hurt many people. I won't have you seeing Bakura-kun anymore," she told him like she was the final word. Marik felt something inside him snap.

"How dare you tell me who I can and can not see! I'm tired of the way you treat me! You act as if I'm fucking two, and can't tie my own shoes! I want you to leave, Isis. I want you to leave, and not come back unless I ask you," Marik's voice was deathly quiet. Isis's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. Marik pointed at the door he had just come through. Isis moved to leave watching him.

"I always knew there was something wrong with you, Marik. I was holding onto the hope that it might have been your Yami. But you've just proved that it wasn't he. No, it was you all along. Good-bye, Marik. Have a nice life," she said over her should as she slammed the door. Marik stood blinking at it, wondering what had just happened. He's dark moved separate from him, and clapped.

"Amazing. Truly amazing, uchi no Kanraku tenshi. I didn't think you had it in you," Yami no Marik grinned and popped one of the rice balls into his mouth. He cringed as he realized his mistake. Marik took the tray and dumped what was left of it into the trash by his coffee table.

"I didn't either," Marik's voice was small. He walked into the kitchen amazed at the mess she had left him to clean up. He opened the oven to find a small roast cooking. He pulled it out and examined it, his kuroi looking over his shoulder.

"I knew she was a bad cook, but how do you ruin rice balls?" Yami no Marik asked eyeing the roast as if it might try to bite him. Marik set about salvaging it.

"I've no clue," he said. The Yami picked up one of the knives from the counter. Expertly he brought it to his Kanraku tenshi's neck, pulling his head back by his hair.

"You put me in my soul room," Yami no Marik hissed in his ear. Marik whimpered, drawing a thin stream of blood. "How?"

"I…I dunno, shujin1" Marik's voice was soft so as not to make the cut any deeper than it already was. Just as quickly, as the knife had been placed at his throat, it was gone again. "Well, uchi no Kanraku tenshi, don't do it again," his voice was a low hiss, as he stood there playing with the knife in his hand. Marik shivered and nodded. Regardless of what Bakura had told him, he wasn't so sure his Yami wouldn't kill him if it fit his fancy. He went back to his saving of the roast.

Translation notes:
1 shujin- master, one with the power

Maurelle: So it was a slow chapter…

Yami no Bakura: Where are the pretty earrings?

Maurelle: Patience is a virtue.

Yami no Bakura: I lost my virtue a long time ago.

Maurelle: . ' That's not what I meant… nervous laugh I'll add the pretty earrings in during Christmas.

Anzu: pouting Am I going to get a part in this?

Maurelle: sigh maybe. We're having Christmas over at the Kaiba mansion.

Kaiba: WHAT? produces giant red hammer

Maurelle: sweat drop heh, heh… Um…, looks like we may not… But Christmas will be in here. gets glare from Yami no Bakura Along with the hot earrings… waves Till next time, loves.