Thanks for the reviews. Yeah, I knokw I always seem to make the yamis unhappy for what ever reason. I think they make a good pairing, but I don't want to rush it so that is why I seem to halt Bakura in getting closer to Mariku. Though I feel the IC was already gone out of OOC. Ok, I am allowing anonymous reviewers to review now because I am giving them a chance. But if I get FLAMED as in INSULTED for writing or anything NOT to do with constructive criticism then I will be forced to turn the anonymous review button off. I will also be forced to bash some characters that I don't like. PLEASE don't make me do this. I REPEAT! NO BASHING OR FLAMING ME OR THE STORY of the punctuation!

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, but I own tapes, dvds, screen shots or Yugioh characters.

WARNING: May have some graphic/horror scenes. This is Bakura and Mariku we are talking about after all.

Ok, on with the story.

Chapter 9 Nightmare

Mariku flung his cape on the ground where a loud clang was heard, but he did not pay attention to it while he went to the fridge to drown out his emotions with a can of whip cream. The creamy, whipped, fluffy substance calmed him down a bit. As he was sucking it down out of the can, he flopped on the bed in a different angle. With his head facing the ceilng and the rest of his boyd dangling helplessy on the matress, he forced himself to look away from the black ceiling as his head almost it the floor as he happed to glance at a glitter of a shiny thing on the floor. He reached for it, but lost balance as his legs gave way from above him and he fell on his head in a twisted position.

"Ow…he better not be here…" Mariku grumbled as he rolled out of his odd angle and cracked his sore neck a few times before crawling toward the gold object. He grasped it and carefully studied it when his vision was more focused. It didn't take him long to realize this was the Millenium Ring.

"How did this get here?" He wondered as he guessed it must have snagged it on his cloak while he was seducing the robber.

An evil deranged psychotic smile crossed his face. Yami Bakura was no longer protected. That meant he could kill him. Mariku grinned darkly as he pulled the ring closer to him as he slid his tongue out and licked the outer edges and then the center piece of the triangle with the eye in the middle. After doing this his eyes of lavender turned dark as he threw back his head and laughed maniacally.

"This time you will die tomb robber." Yami Malik placed the ring around his neck. He reached for his cloak and put the chain around his neck with the cloak attached. He then sealed the ring under his cloak collar out of view of anyone seeing it.

"Big mistake imbecile," the ring hissed as it glowed brightly and then began to burrow itself into the yami's skin.

Blood was dripping from the yami's chest, but this did not phase Yami Malik as he pulled out his Millenium Rod and desisted the power of the Millenium Ring. The ring, however, thought of an alternative as it began to glow luminously as the dark shadows began to swarm Mariku and drain him of his power. Mariku gought the resistance as he growled at this intrusion and the eye on his forehead gleamed and like a controlled ray the spark of the light began to fight the ring and burn it until the power subsided.

"Nice try, Spirit of the Ring. That ambush just encourages me more to feed you in the darkness of the shadows of the endless night." Yami no Malik smirkedd as he without hesitation stalked off out of his room.

(Bakura's Room)

Yami no Bakura lay on his bed clutching his chest as he had felt the burning sensation in his heart from the Millenium Ring, however, he knew that Ryou would feel it more since the hikari was in control of his own body. Carefully, breaching his host's mind he found out that Ryou had some how been shielded from this attack. Sighing to himself he closed his eyes.

He scowled as his thoughts were resulted to him thinking of the other yami and what he said about his addictive pleasure and means of torture upon himself, instead of revenge and what sort of attach he could use against him. He did not care, nor would he ever. To get away from the emotions and other insecurities he was pianed to live with were worth punishment. He shook his head. As hard as he tried, the feelings of him of wanting the other would no leave him. They wer th reason he had tried to run away from him. He was beginning to fall for Mariku and was angry with himself.

"Why can't I just get rid of him?…If I had my own body he wouldn't be able to catch me so easily." Yami Bakura clenched his fist as he rolled around on his bed. "Why was I cursed to be this way? Wretched Pharaoh, this is your fault."

/Yami, what's wrong? I feel that you are upset/

Nothing is wrong.

/Don't give me that. I know something is bothering you./

It does not concern you.

/It's Mariku, isn't it/

Ryou, stay out of MY thoughts. Bakura was beginning to get annoyed.

/Stop denyig it. I know you love him deep down inside./

I DO NOT! What a sick thing to say. Just because my body betrays me doesn't mean I feel anything for that lost soul. Don't you get it? I want to rid of him!

Bakura heard nothing more so he guessed that his hikari had finally gotten the message as he tried to relax once again. All his life he had thought that love was a weakness. It always was in his eyes, but now that he rejected the one who expressed his feelings for him in the best way he could, the most unlikeyl person, the thief began to feel guilt in his soul. Sure he himself had feelings, but he wasn't sure how to express them. He was alone in his lifetime and because of it he never wanted anyone around him. Ryou was the only exception since he lived with him. At times Bakura thought of being with him, but then because of theif differences and sharing a body it would never work. Ryou had Malik and Bakura was happy for him. Bakura didn't need anyone, or didn't think he would need anyone. There was no one would fit to his calibur except Mariku. Bakur was afraid and knew that the other spirit was dangerous, unpredictable, and could not be trusted, but also seem to want him. Perhaps it could work, though deep down he was terrified.

A shadow came towards him as he was far too lost in his thoughts to even notice the silhouette standing behind him. Yami Bakura pulled out his knife for security reasons as the lights dimmed, then blacking out. The spirit began to shake a bit as he covered himself.

His blood ran cold as he reached for the cotton polyester fashion and once he touched it, it fell over. His keen ears heard a creaking noise as he glared into the darkness and within the shadow he saw a hanger and the clothed body which only resembled his clothes that had fallen on the floor.

The white haired spirit relaxed as he put the shirt on and gripped his knife firmly to his chest as his breathing was vibrating as he starred and scrambled to his bed and glued his eyes to the while to the hanger while draping the blanket over him. The coldness began to seep into his body.

Why am I still afraid? Maybe I am shaking because of the coldness. It's not like someone is foolish enough to stalk me…

Before he could return to reality, a dark shadow loomed over him and felt a tightness run through his veins and pressure shot to his lungs causing his breathing to become difficult, and suffer by each breath he took. Constriction ran through his body reminding him of the fight with the monster, but worse. He breathed in the hot air as he struggled against being smothered and pinned down by a heavy object as he tried to break free. The blindness of the dark normally didn't phase him, but he had no control over it, therefore, fear had gradually developed in him with full force. He had experience thid fear only once in his lifetime and the nightmare began to haunt him.

"Go away…" He choked out feeling his body begin to shut down from the loss of oxygen.

"Not until you die…" a deep raspy voice of the shadow tightened its hold on his throat pushing him further into the mattress.

"Never…" the tomb robber coughed and with his awoken body clutched his dagger with his left hand and struck it into the attacker hoping to hear a piercing scream as it sliced through his egyptian blanket.

All was silent as he glance around the room seeing nothing, but darkness. Through the crack of the blanket before he ripped it he identified that the intruder had blonde hair. In his mind he was still choking as the tight grip was trying to snap his neck. The experience was not an illusion but a nightmare that was real and never in his life had he been this weak or afraid. He knew who was behind this, the one who he feared from his long prison, but he would pay.

(Ryou's Room)

Ryou had felt the fear from his yami and was about to contact him when Malik bounded into his room and hid in the comforter covering his head.

"Malik, are you okay?" Ryou blushed, his arms reaching out and holding the other hikari in his arms protectively while rocking him back and forth.

"Not really…I think my yami has just gone nuts again." Malik explained not bothering to look at Ryou at all.

"What's wrong?" Ryou held the other boy tighter.

"I did something to them. With this," Malik pushed a book with his foot that he was hiding and tossed it at Ryou who opened it curiously.

"This is a spell book." Ryou cocked his eye brows in confusion. "Where did you get this from?"

"I got it from my sister's room. I was hoping to separate ourselves from our yamis." Malik looked away again.

"How do you do that?" Ryou asked scratching his head and looking at the strange letters and scribbled pages that didn't even make sense to him.

"There are options the toher has to lose his viriginity." Malik sighed, "I take it that neither of them are virgins, so I…"

"Malik, what did you do?" Ryou shook Malik hoping he would answer him, but the hikari seemed reluctant to do so.

(Bakura's room)

Mariku laughed evily, his voice echoing throughout the thief's room as he eyed the white haired yami who was shaking nervously as he backed up against the bed post. Quietly Mariku surrounded him as the darkness continued to conseal his body so the robber spirit could not see him. The evil spirit smirked pulling the other spirit away from the bedpost that he was desperately clinging onto doward to the middle of the bed. Mariku clawed at Bakura's wrist until the forcing the knife out of Bakura's limp fingers was in his grasp. His cold eyes starred down hard at the raider with intimidating anger.

"I should kill you, but giving you excruciating pain quenches my thirst. Before long, you will either beg me to stop or continue. It doesn't matter to me how you will die. The darkness is waiting…" Yami no Malik sliced Bakura's own dagger into the former theif king's arm, letting the blood flow out to make matters worse, the psycho licked it up feeling the tenseness swell up in the tomb raider's body.

"If you want to kill me then just do. Stop playing around. Why do you continue to make me suffer?" Yami no Bakura cried out in a real quiet voice as he was trying to hold back his emotions.

Yami no Malik snickered as he watched the expression on the yami turn to rage with a mix of fear and resentment. He then turned the knife letting it slash at Bakura's shirt and then at his chest drawing crimson lines on it. He flipped Yami Bakura onto his front and wrote a message on his back in blood. Yami Bakura refused to scream out as he fel the deep marks impale in his skin.

"I am only teaching you of what you have done to me. What's the matter? I thought you loved pain more than anything. Isn't that what why you hurt yourself, or is to to prevent weakness…" Yami no Malik hissed, unhappy that his victime was not screaming out in agony.

"Why I do it is NONE of your business. What the hell did you write on my back?" Yami no Bakura growled as he forced himself up to look in the mirror. "I BELONG TO DARKNESS?" He read as anger began to swallow his yamis soul as he fixated it on Yami no Malik.

"What's wrong, you don't like my little present?" Yami no Malik sympathetically fake that he was hurt by showing it in his eyes.

"You bastard…you will not live to see the next life." Yami Bakura's evil demeanor returned as his eyes which were now adjusted to the darkness of his room.

"I would like to see you try. Remember, your pitiful Millenium Ring has no power." Yami no Malik laughed as he knew the reason why it wouldn't work. The poor fool didn't realize that he had it.

"We'll see Mariku who has the last laugh. It may seem that my ring, the same you stole from me has no power, but with me in the presence of it…You will find out…" Yami no Bakura laughed hysterically as the Millenium Ring around Mariku's neck sparked to life.

"This can't be happening. Last time when I had it, your power didn't even respond."

"That is because I was unconscious. You know the duel we hand when you used ONE TURN KILL on me? You thought you got rid of me, but sadly you didn't." Yami Bakura snickered confronting the other as while enjoying himself with the other yami's confusement.

"Damn…" Yami no Malik found himself frozen as Yami no Bakura's Millenium Ring disabled him to use his own item against him. The swirling yellow energies had him in place.

"I will enjoy this." Yami Bakura smiled. He would prolongue the pain until he felt the yami couldn't handle anymore. He knew the other enjoyed pain but he wasn't convinced as he began to beat the other yami in the stomach and kick him in the chest. He twisted Yami Malik's hands in the wrong direction behind his back attempting to break them when curiously he met his eyes as he saw something he had never seen before.

"Don't you touch that." Yami Malik warned noticing the other spirit was looking at the tatoo's on the yami's tan back as he put a finger on them.

"Why no? Are you sensitive to this? Self-conscious at least?" Bakura smirked knowing he had found another weakness. "Hmm…These things seem familiar. Where have I seen these before?" The spirit continued to slide his hand and fingers among them trying to visualize and find some kind of sign.

Yami Malik looked behind himself the best he could and hissed loudly. For some reason the touches he was feeling began to make him subtle in mood, but his body was tense each time the tomb raider did this. He thought he was doing this to spite him.

"The museum has the same carvings except these only have the god monsters and then on top it has the eagle's wing. But where is the rest of it? The Pharaoh and the Priest. Maybe they are imprinted…" Yami Bakura began to feel along the yami's clothed lower half body, but stopped not wanting Mariku to think of a different thought.

"They are the Pharaoh's memory, don't mess with it or you will do Malik harm as well." Mariku answered in a dark tone.

"The Pharaoh's memory…So this is what Malik was hiding from me." Bakura clutched his teeth tightly as he pinched Marikus' back who cried out in pain.

"Ow!" Mariku howled out wishing the yami would let his guard down just once so he could teach him a lesson.

"It all makes sense, but you seem vulnerable if I touch it." Bakura just in despite rolled a finger on the middle of the back of Mariku and watched the stiffness of the muscles.

"Release me. Fight fair." Mariku commanded.

"No, I want you to suffer." Yami Bakura hissed as with the Millenium Ring pushed Mariku around like a doll and he used his magic creating a voodoo doll that resembled Mariku. The powers pinned him to the bed where his back was showing.

"You won't get away with this." Mariku told him as he tried to break out of the control, but he could not reach his Millenium Rod because Bakura was holding it.

"I already have." Bakura's psychotic personality revealed itself as he grabbed the candle on the manor and put a drop of the was on the doll.

Mariku hissed as his back was burning from the reaction of the toy. Bakura smirked happily as he jumped on him much like a predator and began to lick his back. There was nothing Mariku could do and had no choice, but to watch and feel his own nightmare develop as the elusive tomb raider allowed him no mercy.

"You will get bored." Mariku ignored the pain as he tried to withstand it, but the soreness of his back caused by the was and fire was making him immobile.

"No, I live to torture people physically and emotionally. What can you do to stop me? I am in control of you in body and mind." Bakura laughed as he dug his knee into the small of Mariku's back. He then clawed Mariku's back and hearing the yami beneath him squeal out in excruciating pain, made the yami even more glad.

"I guess we do have that in common." Mariku answered to himself and he was cursing his his native tongue.

"Huh? No, we are nothing like. You nearly killed me.." Bakura bit the doll's leg for that comment. "You are lucky I don't have pen needles. Then you would be really feeling it." He was now sitting cross legged on Mariku's back now.

"You are so stupid…Why would I kill someone who I adore?" Mariku admitted openly hoping the yami would change his mind and let him go.

"You adore me? I don't believe that. You seduce me because you want to take it away from me."

"No, I don't. I already told you I wouldn't. If I had no passion for you, I would have killed you a long time ago. You ever wonder why I kep the Millenium Ring at that time?"

"So you could taunt the Pharaoh?" Bakura shakes his head. Something or someone was stopping him. His fingers actually throbbig as he felt the Millenium Rod slipping through his fingers. "I don't care. I don't want this. We are enemies, not lovers."

Mariku shakes his head as in regret. He felt a reasonable amount of energy befall him and he could not understand where it was coming from. He looked at Bakura who had more power than ever.

"Mariku, its time that we end this senseless game." Bakura raised te rod over his head and pressed it down.

Ah ha! I finally was able to make a cliff hanger! End of Chapter 9. Please review.