Disclaimer: *tear* YGO does not belong to me.

A/N: I went to the mall today and saw a Yami pillow! I wanted it so badly, but my mom thought that I was too old to be buying things like that. WHY? I wish I was young again, but now I am an old fart who still writes YGO fanfiction. *_* Oh well, next time I will get it. I don't care what she thinks. Besides, you could never be too old to sleep with Yami. HAHA. @_@ Anyway, I'm happy that everyone liked the previous chapter. I hope you like this one.

Chapter Seven: Malik revealed!

"Where could she be?"

Yami grasped his triangular puzzle tightly and continued to walk around where he felt Tea's presence the most. New York City was like an endless maze, one wrong step and you could find yourself where you started. He turned the block and kept his eyes peeled for anything suspicious. Nothing. He sighed and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. That's when he spotted something lying on the cracked pavement. He picked it up and gasped.

~Flashback~

"Oh Tea..." She sat up and looked at him. "I got you a parting gift."

"It's only a week." She said as she looked at the small rectangular box he took out.

"Well, it's a week without you." He said as she blushed and took the box that was in his hand.

"Oh Yami..." She said as the box revealed a small charm bracelet with little ballet charms hanging from the bracelet. "I love it!" She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.

"It had your name written all over it." He said once they broke apart. "Here......let me put it on."

"Thank you..." She said as she kissed him again.

~End Flashback~

"This is....." He scrunched it up in his hand and held back a couple of tears. "Tea..."

What if he was too late? No, he couldn't think like that. He would find Tea.

"I need a lead though..." Yami thought as he placed the bracelet in his pocket. "Wait..."

There, two blocks ahead, stood a Dance Academy. Could it be the one that Tea had looked into?

"Lets find out," Yami said as he made his way to the small building.

~Meanwhile: The Museum~

Weevil looked at the pale Tea. She looked so helpless......because of him. He shook his head violently and briskly walked around the museum to clear his head. As he gazed at the many drawings, he came across a drawing that looked like Yami. It was Yami. He was gazing over at two Egyptian slaves who were putting a wooden tomb into a small pyramid. He had no doubt in his mind that the tomb contained the remains of Tea.

He sighed heavily and decided to check on Tea again. As he walked in the room, he found her the same

way he left her. He sat down in a chair and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She stirred and whispered, "Yami..."

Weevil swallowed hard and looked away from her. He wished he was the first thing Tea thought of when she got up from a peaceful slumber. Why couldn't he be the one that Tea loved? Why was he the one that always had to settle for second best. It wasn't fair. Just because he didn't have the looks, the manly voice, and the physique didn't mean that he should be destined to be alone for the rest of his life. He looked back at Tea to see her looking at him. He smiled weakly and said, "how are you feeling?"

"Good, why?" She sat up. "Ouch, scratch that."

Weevil smiled. "Do you remember anything?"

"No," she looked around. "Where are we?"

"Umm.." Weevil swallowed hard. "Malik found out that we escaped, so he started sending his possessed followers after us. I remembered that I had a friend near the Dance Academy, so I asked her if we could stay here for a little while. She agreed, but we can't stay too long."

He hated lying to Tea, but it was better that she didn't know what happened after she escaped from the Dance Academy. But, something was bothering him. Why didn't she remember? He shook it off and looked over to Tea, who was holding her head.

"I don't remember anything...." She said as her eyes met his.

"Shhh..." Weevil said as he put a hand on hers. "Just relax for now..."

She nodded and put her head in her hands.

~Meanwhile: Dance Academy~

"Hello!" Yami yelled as he looked around the Dance Academy.

The Dance Academy consisted of a large stage with Opera seats surrounding the stage. As he walked down the aisle of seats, the lights flickered off. Yami stopped and looked around suspiciously for the one responsible for the blackout in the building. It was useless. He was lucky to see the palm of his hand in this blackness.

"Pharaoh, is that you?" A voice boomed.

Yami gasped. "Who's there!?"

The response to his question was a malicious laugh. Yami sneered and tried to walk back toward the door so he could shed some light throughout the room. As he made his way back toward the door, one of the lights flickered on. Seen in the light was a cloaked man. Yami started running toward the man when the light went out again. He stopped and looked around. "Come out!"

"Why? It's more fun this way!" His voice boomed again as he appeared on the stage.

Yami growled. "You're not getting away this time!"

The cloaked figure smiled and disappeared, along with the light.

"Damn." Yami whispered as his eyes wandered around the room.

The figure laughed again. "Give up? How pathetic....."

"You're the one that is pathetic! Why don't you stop playing your games and show your face!" Yami yelled angrily.

"Fine." The figure said as he appeared on stage sitting in a chair. "Happy?"

Yami frowned and folded his arms.

"So," he crossed his legs. "How can I help you?"

"First off, who are you?" Yami asked as he stepped closer.

"Does it matter? After all, what's in a name..?" He grinned at the heat rising in Yami's cheeks.

"Plenty. When it comes to yours of course, Malik."

The figure cringed at this statement. He lifted his hood up and looked up toward the doors to see his sister, Isis, in the doorway. He smiled and asked, "come to join the party, sister?"

"No," Isis said as she walked toward Yami. "I came to see your fall."

His lips curved upward. "How touching."

Isis touched her necklace. "Malik, why are you doing this?"

"Elaborate." Malik stated as Isis clenched her teeth.

"Why do you want the millennium items?" Isis asked.

Malik smiled and said, "to take over the world of course."

"That's not all, is it?" Isis sighed. "You're out for revenge."

Malik stood up and looked at his sister. "Don't get involved."

Yami swallowed hard. "Revenge? Why?"

"Oh that's right, our Pharaoh doesn't remember anything." Malik said as he started pacing around the stage. "I remember a time when you locked yourself away with the puzzle. When they buried you in a huge chamber underground.....a huge sandstorm hit the area and the chamber was forever lost." Malik clenched his fist. "I had six of the items then.....if I got your puzzle.....I could have become the greatest Pharaoh in Egyptian history."

"You would have never succeeded." Yami said with a dignified tone.

Malik glared at Yami. "Maybe so, but that's not the case now."

"You will never get my puzzle!" Yami yelled as Malik smiled.

"If you only knew what I had planned...."

Yami shook his head angrily and ran forward.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Malik said as he took out his millennium rod. "After all, a life is at risk."

Yami stopped. "A life?"

Malik's smile widened.

"Malik! Answer me!" Yami yelled as Malik lifted his rod in the air.

The rod started to glow. Before Yami knew it, the rod was projecting an image of.....Tea.

"You're.....not serious...." Yami said as his features softened at the sight of Tea.

"Very," Malik said as the image of Tea disappeared.

Isis walked forward, obviously unaffected by what she had just witnessed.

"Didn't I tell you to stay back!" Malik yelled as Isis continued to walk.

Malik backed away from Isis.

"Wait," Yami said to Isis. "Listen to him."

Isis looked over to Yami. "Tea is safe, Pharaoh."

Yami bit his lip and said, "how do you-"

"Don't be too sure, sister." Malik's eyes gleamed with hatred.

He raised his rod again.

~Meanwhile: The Museum~

"This place is beautiful," Tea said as she looked around the museum.

As she continued her walk around the museum, she came across the Egyptian exhibit. She smiled and started thinking of her love, Yami. She hoped she would be able to see him soon. She hoped that she would be able to-

Wait. As she looked through the Egyptian exhibit she came across a drawing that had a young girl, that looked an awful lot like her, being chased by two men. One looked like....Weevil? She shook her head and looked back at the picture. It was Weevil. What was going on?

That's when she remembered what happened after she escaped from the Dance Academy. Weevil had found her and tried to kill her. Wait, he was possessed by Malik when he tried to kill her, but still.....why hadn't he told her the truth? There wasn't anything to hide, I mean, it wasn't his fault.

"Tea?" Weevil asked as Tea turned to look at him.

"Weevil."

"Is there something wrong?" Weevil asked as Tea felt a chill race up her spine.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth about what happened?" Tea asked as he sighed.

"I-" He paused. "I didn't want you to know that I tried to....kill....you."

"Why?" Tea asked as he swallowed hard.

"Tea," he sighed, "it's hard to explain."

"Why?" Tea asked as he walked toward her.

"Tea," he put his hands on her shoulders. "I love you."

Tea was taken back. "You-"

That's when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Tea didn't know what was happening at first, but soon realized that he was kissing her. She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. No. She had to get away from him. This wasn't right. She didn't feel the same way about him.

"Stop!" Tea yelled as she finally pushed away from him.

That's when she felt a sharp pain in her side. She bent down to see that her shirt was ripped and blood was soaking into her clothes. She put pressure on the cut and looked over to Weevil who was holding a dagger. She gasped. Was that kiss just a diversion to kill her?

"You shouldn't have pulled away like that," he smiled, "look what you made me do."

Tea started to breathe hard. "Why....why do you have a dagger in your hand?"

"It's for killing, my dear." He smiled and stepped forward.

"No....this is not you, Weevil," Tea backed away. "Malik is trying to control you again."

"Weevil? Weevil's no longer here." He chuckled.

That's when he rubbed the end of the knife with his finger. Fresh blood leaked from his finger on to the floor. "Perfect. Just the way I left it." He smiled. "Oh, did I forget to mention that this was the same dagger I used on you years ago. It was such a clean cut......"

"Stop it!" Tea yelled, still holding her side. "Go to hell!"

"Been there," he paused and backed her into a corner. "Done that."

"No," she whispered fretfully.

Weevil smiled and raised the dagger. Tea looked into Weevil's eyes. She was going to try to talk him out of it, but when she looked into his face.....she didn't see Weevil at all. The only thing present was Malik. She decided to fight. She couldn't just let Malik kill her, especially since he had done it before. She had too much to live for. Her career, her parents, Yami.....

"Yami...." She whispered as she clenched her teeth and pushed Weevil away from her.

Weevil fell backward and crashed into one of the cased displays. She looked at him for a moment and started running, exhibit through exhibit, until she finally came to an exit. She pushed the door, but it wouldn't budge. It must have had an automated burglar system for when the museum closes. She cursed under her breath and looked around for something to break the glass. She smiled once she spotted a chair.

"Please work," she mumbled before she threw the chair.

The chair shattered the whole door apart. She shrugged her shoulders and was about to go through when she heard Weevil yell, "I swear that I will kill you right here if you move another step."

Tea growled at him. "You will kill me anyway, so what's your point?"

That's when the alarms sounded for the museum. Tea bit her lip and decided to run for it. As she ran down the street and around the corner, someone grabbed her. She looked over to him and stared at him.

"Kaiba?" She asked.

He only put his finger to his lips and rested his back against the wall, that is, until he heard someone walk by. He grabbed the figure and punched him across the face. The figure dropped to the floor.

Tea looked at the figure. "Kaiba, that wasn't Weevil...."

"I guess you can call that a warm-up shot then." He said as she stared at him.

After a couple of minutes, no one showed up. Kaiba looked around the corner. It was empty. He breathed in a sigh of relief and looked over to Tea. He noticed that her side was bleeding.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked as he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Tea winced with pain once she held the cloth to her cut. "Yes, but I will live."

"Lucky that I found you," he looked around suspiciously again, "I wonder where he went..."

"As long as he's not here, I don't care." Tea said weakly as she looked at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked as she shook her head.

"Why are you here?" She asked as he coughed.

"Yami said that you were in trouble," he paused, "and decided to help."

Tea's eyes widened when she heard Yami mentioned. "He's in NY?"

"Yes-"

That's when they heard someone walking around the corner slowly........

~To be continued......~

So tired.....need sleep. Umm....thanks for the reviews. I hope you liked this chapter. I thought it was going to be the last chappie, but you all lucked out. See ya around for the finale.