Once again, thanks for the reviews. It inspires me to write more chapters. Like I said, I will be getting writer's block soon, so when I do, I will be asking for suggestions on how to end the story so I can start with my others. I made a mistake in the last chapter. Ryou and Malik are supposed to be on a blimp and in Malik's room.

Disclaimer: Yugioh is not mine. I ownd a few things of Yugioh, like dvds, screenshots, posters, stickers, stories I have written, but that's it.

WARNING: A little bit of touching and half nakedness.

Chapter 12

Pain and Realization

Malik frantically tore his room apart by tossing everything on the floor and cursing to himself. He did not mean to throw the book down, but he was not a neat and organized person. Everyone in his family was, but Malik was a slob. Ryou backed up against the wall afraid of Malik's temper as he started throwing his clothes around and other miscellaneous things.

"Malik, you pig." Ryou giggled. Ryou's room was always clean and it was due to his life style when he lived back in Britain. Maybe it was another reason that his yami found his clothing appalling because it was always primmed and neat, like he were from the upper class of society.

Malik could care less since his home was once in a dark underground temple where he would never be able to see the dawn of day. Even today, Malik still purposely had his room messy. It was easier for him to find things that he needed.

"When I go to your house, it is always as neat as a pin; and if I dropped a pin, I would probably hear where it landed and find with ease. At least when I am in my house, I know where I put everything."

"Bakura tries to mess up my house, but I try to not let him. You two have that in common." Ryou rolled his eyes not wanting to argue for the matter. It had been a few days since their yamis' disappearance.

"That's true. If it weren't for you and Mariku, I wouldn't have anyone….I wonder what life style of living my yami would prefer." Malik laughed as he saw the magic book under his bed which he pulled out with difficulty after sneezing a few times because of the dust bunnies that had gathered under the bed.

The tan skinned egyptian immediately flipped through the pages and then threw it down in frusteration. The heavy book shattered the mirror. Ryou moved out of the way to escape the falling pieces of the glass that had broken off of the mirror.

"Let me guess. We can't do anything."

"Exactly. Maybe they are killing themselves over and over." Mariku huffed and crossed his arms stubbornly, the flopped down on his bed. "I have no connection with Mariku and its all because of your stupid asshole yami." Malik continued to fume.

"Bakura can't help it that he has a sinister personality. I'm sure they can come back on their own." Ryou tried to cheer him up as he cringed when he set his eyes on the Mariku doll that Malik was hugging.

"Ryou, my yami was banished to the Shadow Realm. There is no one way he can come back unless one of them has a millenium item." The light-blonde muttered as he stuffed his head under a pillow on the bed.

The silver light sighed as he had never imagined his yami could have such a sadistic side to him. Sure Bakura could be mean, but he never been so extreme. The doll looked like a replica of Mariku, only smaller, and was cut up and almost torn beyond recognition. "Bakura must really hate Mariku." Ryou said in a whisper.

"The way he feels towards this doll, is the way I fell towards him." Malik pulled out the Millenium Rod and chanted an egyptian spell he had memorized from the book. He concentrated and beamed when he had made another replica of the doll. Only this time, it resembled the thief.

Malik's hatred grew on him as he stabbed the doll in the arm with the blade of the Millenium Rod. The lighter side of Malik had secretly grown to hate the yami and discreetly wanted to get rid of him. It was the reason he wanted Ryou to have his own body back. He hated the yami because of the way he treated Ryou.

"I hate you." Malik once again was going to stab at the doll until Ryou saw what he was doing and tore it away from him.

"Don't do that. I told he can't help it." Ryou shouted and tackled Malik and punched him in the face, with the heat of the moment and all, but by accident none the less. He withdrew as soon has he realized what he had done to his lover.

"Why do you always protect that bastard?" Malik screamed out in rage, and pulled his fist back, edging on nearly hitting Ryou, but then he spotted the blood on the hikari's arm. "Oh shit, I forgot, you are still part of him." Malik looked into the closet and pulled out a first aid kit and quickly bandaged up Ryou's arm.

"Because everybody hates him except me." Ryou fought back tears as he cleaned off Malik's face with a rag that he had found out in the bathroom. "You don't know how many times he had wanted to commit suicide using my body. I have stopped him each time, but maybe that is why he acts like a murder."

"Ryou, haven't you thought that maybe he was born that way? I'm…sorry. I just miss Mariku. Sure he can be a nuisance, but I can't live without him. I'm not too happy with your yami right now." Malik confessed part of the truth. He knew that if he told Ryou his plan then the other hikari would stop him.

"I don't know what to think, but I know he is not happy with himself. Even after the fear he spreads in everyone, there seems to be something that he is longing for, but I can't figure it out. If I try to talk to him, he just hurts me. So I just let him have his way." Ryou too confessed as he leaned his head on Malik's shoulder; who pulled him into the bed.

"Everything is going to be okay. I won't let him hurt you ever again." Malik promised, his fist clenched as he cuddled under the covers with Ryou, who slept soundly in his arms.

(Shadow Realm)

Yami Bakura glared at Zork with complete hatered and if the monster wasn't arroused by the negative emotions then he would have been afraid of him. The God of Darkness smiled darkly as he reached over and tried to pick up the souls that looked like mere instects from his point of view since he was the size of a fairy-tale giant. But Bakura bit the monster's hand as hard as he could and growled in his throat.

"Bakura, you don't really believe your puny energy can stand strong against the great Zork Necrophelious?" The monster cackled as it shot a fiery green blast at Bakura who scrambled out of the way quickly.

"Fuck off, you grotesque pile of putrid slime. Go back to the bowels of Hell where you originated from." Yami no Bakura replied in a sardonic tone as he observed Mariku who rushed out in no direction hoping to escape the demon.

"You idiot. This is his realm, he will catch you even if you try to escape." Bakura caught up with Mariku and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him back.

"Leave me alone, bastard. You are the reason I am here." Mariku growled as he threw Bakura off his back and kicked him in the ribs.

Yami Bakura growled knowing that the influence of Zork had gotten to the blonde spirit. The spirit was not used to the realm even if he was born in it. He had not adapted to his dark energies or atmosphere in a long time and the monster was feeding on his negative emotions. Yami no Bakura knew that they had to find a way out of this realm before the effects could also get to him. He had a good mind to just leave the other yami to suffer in the claws of Zork, but then that would be defeating his purpose for coming to the Shadow Realm in the first place.

"I would have never tortured you if you hadn't tried to suffocate me." Yami Bakura shouted back as he looked over and saw the monster running after them. "Oh, that is just great." He said sarcastically as he picked himself up, tripped Mariku and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder and making a mad dash into the never ending realm.

"Put me down. I can walk." Mariku grumbled.

"You are too slow. You are also very heavy. Get rid of some of that gold."

"No way, you lose the trench coat! You might trip up because it is swaying in the wind and falling towards your feet."

"Shut up or I will personally hand you over to Zork." Yami Bakura gritted his teeth trying very hard to drown out Mariku's complaints and the clawing at his back.

He continued to run, for fifteen minutes, until the muscles on his back began to give way and with the weight on his shoulders it was slowing him down. He collapsed and could bring himself to get up again. Mariku collapsed on top of him and was breathing as hard as he.

"Looks like we're goners." Yami no Bakura rose his eyes from being thrown on his stomach as he glanced through his bangs and realized that the monster was above him, smirking, fangs bared as it cackled evily and reached down to pick them up.

"Give in to the hatred Bakura. It is the only way you can live." Zork picked up Bakura with his skeleton like fingers and squeezed him as hard as he could, laughing when he heard the yami scream out in terror and pain. He then threw him to the ground and immediately began flipping him with his finger as the yami was flung through the air.

"You should have never experience feelings for this weekling or else I would have spared your life. Zork has no feelings and you betrayed me thief." Zork tossed him around a few more times and the eel like shadows bore their fangs as well, hoping to devour the thief's soul and body once Zork was done torturing him before he was about to crush him with his foot.

"Don't you dare, you demon," Bakura warned trying to concentrate with a well arm attack that he was summoning power to his hand. He was very weak right now, but was not about to die lying on his back.

Mariku covered his eyes, angry with himself, for letting himself be vulnerable to this thing he had only heard of once in the Shadow Realm. He had not expected this at all. During this time a glow began to surround him drawing the monster away when a burning energy disc shot through its arm. The ray of light the shot through vertically and horizontally into the god's body. The monster growled out in anger as it also howled out in pain from the light and stomped away, disappearing into the shadows.

"Bakura, I think I found a way to-"

"Don't say anything." Yami Bakura hissed and was angry that he had been rescued when he did not need to be. "You had no way to attack the monster and you didn't even try." The thief spirit couldn't believe how stupid the other spirit acted at times.

"I saved your life, you ungreatful bastard."

"I didn't ask for help, nor did I want it from a sould that must be happy to be home or manifested into a child's body at the age of 10."

"Watch it. You don't know what the hell I have been through to gain control over him." Mariku tried to not show the hurt in his eyes as he had never seen this yami this angry with him. "Though I found out your plan."

"What plan?"

"Why you seduced me and fucked me."

Yami Bakura starred at Yami Malik as if puzzled with a sense of regret as he walked around the realm, pacing back and forth. "Then tell me what my intentions are." He challenged.

"You are just using me. If you wanted to leave me in this realm what is the real reason you didn't?" Mariku answered quietly.

"Fine. The truth is that I have a strange passion for you. It didn't feel the same and I missed you." Yami Bakura reached over and pulled Mariku into a deep kiss which startled the other yami and he fell back on his butt.

Yami Bakura smirked and leaped on the other yami and began littering him with kisses. His tongue forced its way down to Mariku's who dominated it. The thief nuzzled Mariku's chest, purring contently and then started to rub against his neck until he felt his head touching something that was clanging against the yami's chest.

"What was that?" Yami Bakura narrowed his brows in astonishment as he mistakenly had Mariku flip him over in distraction.

"It doesn't matter. I have you and that is all that I want." Mariku purred, his hand playing with Bakura's hair as he pulled at it and then let is slid through his fingers.

"You really are a sly demon." Yami Bakura seemed content as well. He wrapped his arms around the psychopath who looked up at him.

Smirking, he kissed the other yami roughly on the lips while restraining himself from taking off his clothing. He was only feeling him. Yami Bakura bit his tongue to keep himself from moaning as he was lost in the jolt of pain and the pleasure that the other was expressing towards him. Yami no Malik was rough and liked it that way. He began to bite and lick Yami Bakura's neck and then his tongue would play against his chest as he lifted it over the thief's head. The only thing that remained was Yami Bakura's pants and his trench coat because Yami Malik thought the other looked sexy with it on.

Both yamis did not know how to be gentle so the pleasure of pain was soothing to them as they tolerated the others fiery advances, but of course Yami Bakura would not allow Yami Malik to do it to him as he would force him off and then get back on the blonde yami. He only wished that he had his dagger with him. Pain was driving to the core through his mind as he wanted his victim to express it.

A glow soon started to gather around them as they felt their bodies disapper. As they were busy making out and wrestling to dominate the other they didn't notice the voices or hear the voices that were jeering and snickering at them. Yami Bakura was on top of Yami Malik and was biting and licking the blood off the others shoulder who had his legs trapped against his waist. Yami Malik gave him a drunk look as his eyes widened slowly as he could feel him. His clothed pants arroused him and he knew that Yami Bakura was about to go further than he had planned, but then noticed the innocent face looking at him.

"What the…" Yami Malik snapped out of his senses as he noticed that Malik and Ryou were both smiling evily and in Malik's hands was a video camera.

Yami Bakura was too busy growling to be aware of what was happening as he had his eyes closed and had just begun to untie Mariku's black pants and slid his thin fingers into the other's pants.

"And here we are, in the middle of June, and Bakura is about to get it on with Mariku." Malik teased as he taped every minute of the action.

"I am going to kill you." Mariku muttered as he tried to force Bakura out of his pretzel twist position.

After hearing that Bakura stopped what he was doing at was trying to remove himself from Mariku, but he couldn't since the yami had his legs entangled with the other's. The struggling caused Mariku to fall on top of Bakura once again. He felt it again.

"Mariku…not in front of the hikaris…" Bakura muttered as he grabbed the yami's legs and flung them up over his own head.

Mariku got out of the distorted position and glared at Malik and then narrowed his eyes dangerously at Ryou who squeaked and ran behind his Bakura. "You can seem me?" Yami no Malik questioned as if he was just now realizing it.

"Yes, Yami Malik. We made sure you guys got your own bodies instead of sharing one with us."

"We aren't spirits anymore?" Yami Bakura thought as realization hit him like brick wall.

Malik was about to explain to them what had happened when he saw Bakura leave the room and then he smiled sheepishly at a pissed Mariku who went behind him and took the Millenium rod out from behind his back.

"Now where is that camera of yours?" Mariku twirled the Millenium Rod in the air and then sneered at the nervous expressions on the two lights who backed up against the bed. "I would like to smash it into microscopic peieces and then after that I will skin the both of you if you tell anyone about what happened." Mariku's expression was calm, but Malik could see the look of evil and darkness revealed in the spirit's eyes.

Malik swallowed hard knowing that his yami's threats were real. He hated it when his yami was angry because then he might let his psychotic personality go overboard such as bet him or kill people that werea board the blimp. His yami was sexually frustrated and that meant he wanted to go kill some people. He loved insanity and the fear. It was what inspired him to never be bored with his murders.

(Bakura's Room)

Upon arriving in the safety of his room Yami Bakura plopped down on his bed and started breathing heavily as he glanced at the knife on his manor he reached for it, but a different hand got to it first. The yami cursed and then layed on his side as he realized who it was.

"How did you get in here?" He asked without looking at Mariku who seemed pretty satisfied with himself.

"We are still spirits, but more human now thanks to those brats." Mariku looked at the knife that was in his hand letting it grace his fingers.

"That's just wonderful, now we are going to experience the weak emotion humans call 'love'." Bakura groaned as his eyes met the ceiling where a few of his weapons were dangling above his head.

"I think we already have experience this in our own little way, except our way is not soft and romantic." Mariku let the knife slice him again, but this time on his thumb.

"I mean, stupid stuff like dating, and watching the sunset together. You know, mushy stuff." Bakura was still not paying attention to what Mariku was doing with his knife.

"Dating? You mean when humans go out and buy their partner stuff? That is disgusting. I prefer the pain and pleasure and the screams I savor and the misery. I agree that watching sunsets is nothing but a waste of time and its boring, but the ocean is not. It is more exciting since the waves smash into the rocks very violently and unpredictably."

"Much like you." Bakura scoffed and rolled his eyes. He knew it was true, but he didn't want Mariku to realize how dangerous he could be. So, instead he changed the subject, "I don't mind gifts as long as its shiny and expensive. Like treasure." Bakura fantasized.

"You think I would do that for?" Mariku asked as if he misunderstood the question.

"Where did that come from?" Bakura looked over at Mariku who still had his eyes focused on his knife that the tomb robber was getting a little annoyed that he was playing with his toy.

Mariku shrugs his shoulders as he frowns, but then his eyes glint in excitement. "I can finally feel the pain. This is a very dull blade. I don't understand how you could cut yourself with it." Mariku went over to the bed creeping on it and stuck his thumb out so that it caught the robber's attention.

The scent of blood stimulated the tomb robber's senses as he almost immediately placed his mouth on the thumb and began to suck on it. After it was gone he continued to look up at the ceiling. This puzzled Yami Malik and he wasn't sure if the spirit was bored or if it was his way of wanting him to leave.

"I know why you want to stay away from me." Mariku nodded cocking his head to the side as his neck felt heavy and then realized that the Millenium Ring was still around his neck.

He pulled at it and then gave it to Bakura who looked at him as if he were going to be perturbed like he did several times.

"It snagged on me and I was going to use it against you. I didn't realize I had it then when we were in the Shadow Realm. Perhaps your ring is what saved us from that hell." Mariku answered before the yami could say or do anything rash.

"Thanks Mariku." Yami Bakura replied quietly. He placed the blood cursed metal back around his neck and his energy was replenished. He did not understand why he wasn't trying to kick Mariku out of his room right now.

"So many times I have wanted to kill you, but there is something else I desire." Mariku looked at the tomb robber longingly.

"Mariku, I know what you want, but that is not possible. What if one of us tries to kill the other again?" Yami Bakura briefly could tell that the yami wanted a lover.

Mariku did not anser him. He was thinking deeply and anger was taken over by the blonde haired egyptian spirit. He looked at the other strangely and saw the tension he was fighting as he was starring into the Millenium Rod again as if it was his way to control his temper.

Yami Bakura looked at the other psycho killer with regret and sorrow after realization finally sunk into his brain. He had unmasked a different side to Yami Malik. Underneath that cruel coniving soul was a dark heart wanting to feel happiness. The spirit of the Rod was merely showing it to the best of his ability. The spirit of the Ring had never felt this kind of emotion before.

That's the end of Chapter 12. Will these two get along or will they kill eachother? Please review.