Disclaimer: Again. I do not own Yugioh.

I see not alot of people like the story or have read but not review. That upsets me and I am open to suggestions if there is something you reviewers don't like. I will not change the pairing. Well I am continuing because I enjoy writing this. From my review I told my reviewer in an email that I was going to write more stories. The truth is I was looking forward to it but now I don't know. However, I will continue with this one until I finish it. I do not believe in starting a fic and then writing another one and forget about the other one like some people intend to do.

I chose Bakura and Mariku because it rare to see them together not to mention that they are my favorite characters and have been jipped on the show. I wanted a challenge and yes I do know about what happens to them. Perferally I like Mariku as the dominant one, but Bakura is fun to see as one also. Also I forgot to mention Malik and Ryou will be a couple also.

Yami Bakura felt like he was going to faint from exhausting much of his life energy by standing an chance against Yami Malik who was sure he was going to win this shadow game since he had the upper hand.

"What's wrong is my power too much for you?" the other spirit taunted deciding to raise his power to exceed the irony haired spirit's power which he knew was struggling to keep his mind focused on beating his opponent.

"No way in hell! You are just lucky that I haven't found your weakness yet." Yami Bakura growled his energy rising a little because of his anger.

"I have no weakness." Yami Malik smirked unsheathing his millenium rod and stepped forward to throw the other yami off track.

"Cheater..."Yami Bakura narrowed his eyes as he felt his feet give way a little, but then his facial expression changed to a sinister state as he looked though the dark path of the pyschos mind. " I found it."

Yami Malik shook his head drowning out the other voice in his head and of the visions of his past. In the present day when Malik had his back carved with the Pharaoh's memory intact, there was one thing the sinster freak hated besides the man who kept him from getting out of Malik's body. He hated the light.While he was starring at Bakura he could clearly see the flame of the candle flickering, licking at the wax which to him it was visually burning him.

"Impossible. I kept it hidden away." Yami Malik's once calm attitude was now showing signs of fear as he backed up a bit. To make matters worse the scripture on his back was glowing as well.

"You poor sympathetic freak..I am the darkness remember? I told you that before your destroyed me. Now three years later I have come back to kill you, Mariku." Yami Bakura laughed insanely.

"No, this can't be happening. No one has EVER gone inside my mind like that." The pyscho felt deeply afraid now.

It was Yami Malik's turn to scream out in pain his veins slightly vibrating as he cursed to himself that Yami Bakura had found his weakness. His whole body was quivering as he felt it weakening from the frightened images in his head, but then again his energy was also rising. He glared daggers at the smug tomb robber, but then an evil smile crossed his lips. His eyes noticed the ring glowing brightly.

"I know how you are doing this. You are looking into my soul with that blasted ring of yours." Yami Malik felt his energy stablize once again. The tomb robber was beginning to amuse him.

Yami Bakura frowned at this, but kept his attitude cool and calm."That is correct. When I win, and before I end your miserable fake life you will get me a new deck."

"Fake? You THINK I am not real? Yami Malik anger flourised with rage as he felt more of his auroa summoned and slammed the spirit of the ring against the wall of the alley.

Fear began to spread toward the tomb robber as he felt his own energy being drained by the other spirit's auroa as he accidently let down his guard rendering him powerless. He fell to his knees in a pitiful state with his fists clenched tightly and eyes burning red. He had lost again to the one who had tarnished his deck and had ended his life before. It was tearing his ego and reputation up and now he would never get even. It was his own fault he had lost this time. He let his attitude get in the way again. The raider shook his head knowing what he could do to make himself feel better.

"NO...I can't believe I lost to you"....Yami Bakura growled his hand digging into his trenchcoat looking for his dagger knife that he stole from Ryou's kitchen cabinet.

"Accept it. You lost to the better yami." Yami Malik replied with an icly tone observing the raider heavy breathing and picked him up off the ground forcing the dagger out of his fingers.

"You suck. You piece of trash. Fuck!!!!" Yami Bakura struggled violetly trying to make Yami Malik let go of him. "At least there is a good thing to this. I won't be suffering and can rest while you have to continue the tedious draining existance of sharing a body." the white haied yami tried to remain calm as he felt himself fall on the ground and tried to walk away.

"The Shadow Realm is worse than dealing with an annoying hikari and hell is nothing compared to the realm that never sleeps, and tortures souls for eternity. I thought you knew that being one of them for 5,000 years." Yami Malik stated his gaze studying the younger spirit, hungry for his unknown existance.

"You can't relate. Now get it over with. I dispise being around these lowly mortals anyway." Yami Bakura rolled his eyes completely bored now.

Yami Malik starred at his helpless victim. In his mind he wanted to destroy and sacrifice the robber, but something deep inside him that he didn't even know was telling him something else.

"True it is an enticing offer. The darkness pleads to be destroyed, however I wish for you to enjoy a more suffering punishment."

Yami Malik approached him until hazy and lavender were in close contact backing the white haired demon into a wall by licking his lips tastefully the pyschotic expression returning as he leaned forward resting his palms of his hands on the wall while the tomb raider pressed his back as far as he could into the cemented half broken alley. His arms brushed across the evil Malik's cloak trying to push him away.

"Don't get any closer." The thief warned, however his request was not met as the darker soul of Malik bared his fangs as if trying to bite him.

Yami Bakura hissed and tried to shove him away again, but as he got closer he accidently had put his own lips on the pyscho for a brief second. Yami Malik's eyes were shocked and confused startled, complexion ran through as he tried to ignore of what happened to as he firmly pinned the spirit of Ryou to the wall, snatched the thiefs' wrists with his left hand.

"If I do. What are you going to do?" Send me to the darkness?" Mariku snickered." That trick won't work since you lost to me. You pitiful actions are futile to escape me." He hissed, the enstranged psychotic gleam returning once again.

There's chapter 2. Okay what do you guys think? Please review.