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Nina may be looking a little dark right now (but who wouldn't with her past)…and it must be made clear that she barely made the cut for Bakura's hikari. But in this chapter we're going back to Carla and Yami.
To Silently Broken: Not mad. Thank you for your constructive criticism, and I hope you like this chapter.

On to the next chapter! CHARGE! (then run into pole…again. Stupid pole.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! because if I did new episodes would come out more often. And I don't own Charlie's Angels: thank you for the one line I used from it (I hate myself for not being original but nothing fit better. Ah well.)

Enjoy.

The infamously hot-tempered hikari girl, Carla, sat on her carpet with pages strewn everywhere. If one could either hear the mumblings under her breath, or see the impossible amounts of pages she was supposed to know, one would instantly know she was studying for exams. Or as Carla liked to think of them: hell.

But it was not just any exam, thought Carla as she tried to memorize the chemical formula…it was science. And oh how she sucked at science.

"So if I look at Hydrogen it has one valence electron…(she peeks: correct. Yay!) …and a proton number of…3?…It's 1?! Godamnit!" Carla muttered moodily.

She hated cramming. Her head was throbbing from the information overload.

"Carla…?" asked a cautious Yami as he appeared right behind her. When Carla got in one of her "moods", you had to be extra careful.

"What is it?!" she snapped at Yami with her blood-shot eyes. In any other situation Yami would have backed down but…

"Carla it is 2:30 A.M.!!!!" Yami cried.

"So?" Carla said unperturbed. As long as she had her Mountain Dew, and tea she was good. But ::yawn:: secretly she was tired and wanted nothing more than sleep.

"Carla," Yami said in a no-nonsense voice. "You can't go on like this; you're killing yourself!"

"Pish posh, you're such a Drama Queen Yami."

Yami had had enough. Carla was going to sleep whether she wanted to or not.

"Carla, first off it's Drama Pharaoh. Second, you will go to bed…NOW!"

"Yami I have to do well on this exam…you know that…" Carla said as she tried to end the argument and return back to her Physical Science book. But a certain Pharaoh quickly got in front of her and slammed the book shut.

"Hey!"

"Carla, however much I love your determination to succeed, you CANNOT EXPECT TO LEARN AT THIS HOUR!" Yami said forcefully as he tried to pry Carla's fingers from the book as she attempted to get it back.

"You can't make me," Carla said as she gave up on the book and grabbed her back-up in-case-of-Pharaoh-filching chemical formula sheet. Yami groaned; he forgot the back-up. But then he got an idea…hmmmm, oh yes he'd do it…but Carla would not like it at all.

What a shame.

"Actually, Carla yes I can make you." Yami said in his cool, demanding voice. Carla looked up, surprised at his confidence. This could only mean one thing.

"You wouldn't." Carla said trying to act cocky, but knowing that Yami had hit the jackpot. Yami simply gazed gravely at her, and his silence was enough of an answer for Carla.

Carla gulped.

"You know I only do this for your good." Yami said as he cupped Carla's chin.

"Damn you." Carla said as she felt Yami's magic seep into her body. She was so sleepy. Ah…sleep was looking good, that pillow looked so soft and comforting- NO!

Carla fought to keep her weary eyes open and fight Yami's grip, but Yami was stronger. He looked forlornly as Carla made a last attempt to stop him, "But I'll fail!"

"At least you'll get to sleep Carla. Your health matters more than a grade." Yami said kindly as he felt Carla start to give in, inch by inch.

Unfortunately, Carla did not think the same as Yami.

"Bastard," she muttered bitterly as she succumbed at last to sleep.

"I love you too Carla," Yami said as his mouth twitched.

He picked up his fiery, beloved hikari and plopped her softly on her bed. He sat there on the bed admiring her beauty even though she was haggard from sleep-deprivation. Yami got up ready to leave her when he felt an uneasy wave go through him: it felt as if there were someone right behind him…Yami looked behind him and saw nothing. Weird. Maybe he was catching some of his hikari's insanity. Speaking of which, awww, she looked so cute when she was sleeping all bundled up, with just her sweet face peeking out. After a soft kiss on the forehead he couldn't resist giving, Yami left her thinking along the same lines as Carla: can't wait till these exams are over…Pharaohs don't use girly words like "awww".

As he climbed into the lavish bed in one of the many doors in his soul room…he felt that creepy sense of foreboding again. Yami peered through the darkness with his crimson eyes, yet saw nothing. It was probably just the lack of sleep. ::yawn:: sleep would cure all of this nonsense.

Little did he know that the exact opposite would happen.

Yami found himself wandering the palace grounds with a rare foreign delicacy, an apple. He stopped at the palace garden under a lush tree. It was around noon time, and soon he'd have to return to his Pharaoh duties. But for now, he tried to enjoy the moment as he rested his head on the tree. So sleepy…maybe he'd just take a little nap-

"Is that you Atem?" asked a young woman as her voice chimed into Yami's head, interrupting his doze.

"Hnnnn…" Yami said as he rubbed open his eyes. He immediately composed himself as he saw the feminine body shape outside the canopy of branches that hid Yami. The woman pushed back the branches and her lovely body was revealed. With black hair cut stylishly short (a/n: see Cleopatra) and gold glinting off almost every inch of her body, the woman walked towards Yami with her hips swaying. Yami found himself staring at her hips thinking perverted thoughts.

"Oh Atem…" she purred, intentions clear. "Were you asleep?…Well, I can fix that."

"Zahara? I thought you were with the Queen, my mother…" Atem said fully awake as Princess Zahara continued in sauntering to Yami, finally stopping when she reached him.

"Well, you know how your mother and me don't get along…" she said as she started running her fingers up his well-toned chest. "So I'm just taking a…errr…"break"…" She maneuvered herself up to Atem and put her lips carefully on his. She nibbled on his bottom lip, and Yami suppressed just giving in to what she obviously wanted. But he got the nagging feeling that something just wasn't right with this picture. There was another girl besides Zahara…speaking of which she needed to get off of him before he'd do something he'd regret…

"Zahara!" Yami said as he pushed her off of him. His cheeks were flushed. "We shouldn't be doing this in public…"

"Oh stop being such a killjoy Pharaoh. After all I am your-"

"Yes, I know Zahara." Pharaoh Atem cut in, not liking the word Zahara had been about to use. "And I wish you'd call me Yami."

"But Yami…(she said this with a ugly look on her upturned nose)…doesn't sound as powerful or as rich as Pharaoh Atem." Atem noticed how she relished the word rich with a bit of discomfort. Once again the image of an unfamiliar girl flashed through his mind.

Zahara had had enough talking, and got right to the point. She began to kiss Atem fervently, and Atem kissed her back. If Zahara wanted to play rough so could he; a few moments later Atem smirked as Zahara moaned in pleasure with Atem's tongue down her mouth. As the kiss became more and more "passionate"…Atem felt someone watching them.

His eyes flew open and he caught who was looking at them. It was the girl…

She looked so sad, and Atem's heart went out to the poor girl. He abruptly ended the kiss, and memory started coming back to him slowly…

"Atem! Why did you end it?" said a pouting Zahara. But suddenly, Atem wasn't in the mood for kissing anymore. But Zahara, still was. Was it just him or were her grey eyes now icy with hatred?

She roughly turned Atem's face back to her, and gave the girl a dirty look… "Ignore her my Pharaoh." She whispered and her voice, for some strange reason, was echoing in his head. So hypnotic…He couldn't help but start to obey. "You belong to me, only me." Yami pulled his gaze away from the tear-stricken lady, as Zahara pulled him in a possessive kiss. Atem felt her words echo in his head, and he felt his mind give way to Zahara. Zahara was all that mattered. He would do whatever she asked.

Suffice to say, he gave in to her wishes, and continued to kiss her.

Minutes Later…

After the kiss Atem remembered something…that girl…was…
Carla.
His hikari. His girlfriend. Uh-oh. It had all come back at the worse possible timing. Zahara smirked triumphantly. "I win. She is no more." The evil princess said. She began to laugh wickedly as she watched Atem's face turn to one of horror.

Atem whipped his head around to see his hikari, but it was true…Carla was gone.
Like she had never existed.
And in her place was a manipulative witch named Zahara.

Carla was in a dark, cold room. It was not a nice place: the air was stale, a cracked mirror close by, and the room was pitch black except for the dim light she was under. And was that blood on the walls?! Carla dearly hoped the light was playing tricks with her eyes.

"We have caught the prisoner, mistress. Do you want him now?" said a guard outside the door.

"Yes, bring him in." said a cold voice. Weird, it sounded awfully close by…

The prisoner was roughly kicked into the room. Carla gasped as she realized who it was.

Yami.

Carla gasped: Yami looked as if he'd been beaten up badly with bruises marring his beautiful chest, a black eye, and nasty cuts sprinkled everywhere on his poor body. She tried to run to him but it was like she was frozen in place. Literally.

Move! But she couldn't. She was helpless. And that made watching this atrocity a million times worse.

"Yami…you know why you're here." said the chilling voice. Carla could tell it was a woman, but she felt so…evil and familiar…

"Please, let me explain! I needed to get you, to save you…this is not you-" Yami said passionately about to say the evil girl's name, but was cut off by the girl.

"I told you never to call me that name again Pharaoh! I go by the name Mistress now." Snarled the "Mistress" in a voice that looked like it could freeze Yami in place.

"Mistress is not your name! (Mistress: TT) If you don't want me to call you by your proper, lovely name then I'll call you…Kirahi. (Yami smiled, "Kirahi" looked livid) Please, come with me; don't lose yourself to darkness…or that light in you will be gone forever." Yami said as he walked slowly towards the Mistress. Carla watched Yami in concern and with slight jealousy…why'd he care so much about this evil Kirahi/Mistress/whatever.

"No, no get away from me Yami!…You BETRAYED me, you USED me to accomplish your goals, and YOU KNOW WHAT YOU…BASTARD…I SAW WHAT YOU DID!"

"Kirahi PLEASE! You're letting the darkness consume you. You're acting irrational, KIRAHI CALM DOWN!" Yami said as he stopped a few feet away from "Kirahi". Carla saw a vaguely memorable, slender hand reach out into her pocket and pull out a…gun! A LOADED GUN. No, Carla thought with increasing dread and horror, she wouldn't do it…would she?

Yami seemed to think so. He didn't move as if letting her make the choice WITH HIS LIFE. He looked at Kihari with resolution.

"If you truly want to do this Kirahi, do it. But you can still change: there is hope for you to become good again…It is never too late."

"Oh but it is Yami," said Mistress as she aimed the gun at Yami's heart. Carla felt a single tear roll down Kirahi's cheek. The slender hand wiped it away. She steadied her trembling hand, and continued in a voice thick with passion.

"Because I was never good Yami…I was great."

She pulled the trigger.

And the bullet hit its target. A shocked Carla watched as Yami's chest turned scarlet with the blood. As his eyes became unfocused when death loomed, he whispered, "I still love you." Then his eyes glazed over and death took the martyr Pharaoh from the world.

Carla didn't know when she stopped screaming Yami's name in a futile attempt to bring her back. All she knew was when her anger started to overwhelm her. Who was the bitch that murdered her Yami?! WHO?! Carla was boiling in rage as she watched Yami's corpse, hatred filling her, comforting her. You could bet that if Carla could move she'd be strangling someone's neck right now.

Suddenly, the Mistress walked over to Yami. Carla's rage stopped in her tracks when she saw the Mistress's reflection in the nearby cracked mirror. Carla felt her gut turn to ice as she looked on in horror.

The murderer who had killed her beloved Yami…was she.

Reading over this…it's pretty dramatic. But I hope it's a good dramatic kind.
Well then, I hope you know that these symbolic nightmares will show their purpose later on…so remember the basic points: Seduction, Betrayal.

Next Chapter: Bakura and Yami meet again. Oh dear.

Another odd Coke fact (hey I'm doing my speech soon!): If all Coke made were those 6 ½ oz. bottles (those tiny ones), they would wrap around the world more than 11,863 times. My thoughts: first, wow…then: Who the heck has the time to calculate these things?!

Anyways, I love long weekends…finally I can catch up on my sleep. And you know what can make this even better ::wink wink:: Reviews!
So R & R!
-Starlet36