Thanks for reading and reviewing. I don't know why I am making these chapters so short. I guess it is either because I am tired of typing this or that I think better when I use a different computer.

Chapter 18

Victory

Yami Bakura felt himself being torn in half as his heart nearly sank just by watching his soon to be lover dangling helplessly now suspended in air with a floating weapon against his neck. Between the Pharaoh's evil trick of trying to make him choose what was more improtant to him, Yami Bakura wished he could have both power and Mariku and thought of this as an unfair tactic played by even the King of Games himself.

Yami no Bakura's eyes lowered demently as he glared at the pharaoh with as much hate as his body could muster. He looked at Yami Malik who tried to break out of the energy of light, but found that he couldn't. Yami Bakura felt his heart begin to burn in pain.

He knew that he would have to submit to the pharaoh or lose his lover. The yami thought of his choices. If he were to not give in he could lose Yami Malik forever and he would be alone again. Even if he were to get Yami Malik back from the Shadow Realm the other spirit might hate him for letting him die.

The other alternative would be to confess that he cared for the yami and then be humiliated by his worst enemy and never hear the end of it even if he were to die by Yami's hand by his dreaded Mind Crush, which could purposely damage a person's mind.

Then again, he could always have consequences towards spoiling the secret of blowing their cover of being sercret lovers. That was the last thing that Yami Bakura had wanted on his conscience. He wanted to keep it hidden. No one was supposed to find out.

"This is chicken shit. I thought you had more honor than this. I never thought the King of Games would sink so low." Yami Bakura scowled as his clenched fist tightened so much that it was dripping with his own blood.

"You are one to speak. You wre the one who made it so my friends and I couldn't even move when you trapped us in that Dark RPG game of yours. That was cruel and cowardly. If you can ve a deceiving bastard, then so can I." Yami's thundering voice seemed to shake the whole blimp.

"It was revenge and was for a good purpose." Bakura stated as he walked toward Yami who didn't take his eyes off him. "What are you doing is exploiting me against something that I treasured and worked so damn hard to get, to only use bait that is supposed to make me go fall on my knees and cower at your feet. Well, I am not going to do that."

Yami Bakura held the Millenium Puzzle securely in his grasp as if it were his lifeline. He had already made up his mind. He looked at Yami Malik whose eyes seemed to be almost watering as if he couldn't believe that the other spirit would choose the Millenium Puzzle over him.

"Akura, how cold are you?" Mariku replied in a quiet, but icy tone.

Yami no Bakura refused to look at Yami no Malik as he made sure the Pharaoh had his undivided attention. "These items are the remainants of my dead people, I am the one who should have them. He took everything from me." Bakura's voice was only a whisper as he turned his back to look at the doorway.

"They are only dead memories. What are you going to do with them anyway?" Yami Malik tried to glare at the egyptian thief who wouldn't even look at him.

"To put them back in their rightful place. Much like a burial. They deserve that. It is my duty to do this since I am the last of my people." Yami Bakura rubbed the two items and held them closely in his arms and if anyone could look closely enough the liquid running down his eyes and cheeks were becoming visible.

"Bakura, it is not my fault. My father didn't even know your people would even be caught in this mess. It is my burden that was left to me. Maybe if it didn't happen we could have been friends." Yami was beginning to feel sorry for him.

"Shut the fuck up. What do you know? You hid out, being pampered in your royal court while I was the one who was struggling to survive in a cold dark world at the young age of three. King-Sama, you wree the one who wanted to kill me since you have heard of my existance." Yami Bakura stomped on the pharaoh's foot hard. "You would NOT even let me give them the proper respect by taking the items from you."

Bakura, knock it off. The evil around your neck is brainwashing you from the truth." Yami was having trouble with keeping his emotions in control as his guilt was welling up inside his soul.

"Evil? I am only misunderstood. If I were evil, the Kaa I once had would never accepted me. You are the true evil one. What you held around your neck was an imprisoned soul closely crusified and slaughtered to only be used for your greed and power. Your unfortunate madness also includes your court which is murderous and merciless, as I had witnessed at a very young age. Either it is your fault or not. You are responsible for their death. It is from your bloodline and I will never forgive you." Yami Bakura calmly replied as he wiped the redness from his eyes and pointed to the pharaoh with his anger returning.

"It seems that you care for your family so much that you would have wanted to die with them." Mariku tried to feel the raider's pain, as he closed his eyes trying to block out the sensitivity of his emotions.

"Yes, but I was instead doomed to live that nightmare not only with you, but with Mariku stalking me; and also from the people who ridiculed me because I have white hair. They think it is a bad omen and everyone wanted to throw me to the cobras. They all wanted ME dead." Yami Bakura shifted his eyes to look at the other blonde spirit and then to the other yami as the thief spirit thrust his fist to the ground. There was a deep hole where he pulled it out.

"Stop it Akura, you are using too much of your power." Mariku warned as he could trail the anger and agony in his lover's eyes.

I knew I shouldn't have let him have his memories back. He is acting like an aggitated strung, helpless child, but then again he is a very sexy egyptian spirit. He is going to need a lot of consoling after this. Mariku thought to himself.

Yami Bakura ignored Mariku as his hatred for the pharaoh began to foreshadow a darkness, but sadness in his eyes. He could tell that Yami was starting to lose his concentration and all he needed was to push him a little further.

"So, I assume you care more about my puzzle than your partner?" Yami cocked one of his eye brows uneasily as if trying to contradict if the yami was playing with his mind or if he actually meant it.

"That is correct." Yami Bakura grinned and pulled a card out of his back pocket that he slowly lifted in his finger tips to reveal that card in his hand. "Chain Reaction."

The light shown profusely and before Yami could counterattack it he was restrained by the card's magic of yellow energized binding rope. The light on the Pharaoh's forehead had somehow riccolet and reflected to the card as if it were a mirror. It brok the magic binding Yami Malik who immediately gained control over his Millenium Rod.

"This is the end Pharaoh, and by the way, you suck at playing the villain." Yami Bakura held his knife to the pharaoh's throat letting it slide a little, he could feel the fear and terrorizing horror in the other yami's eyes and sweat dripping from the pharaoh's face as a lump found its way to the king's throat.

Yami Bakura's grin was more sardonic and actually pried a full smile to his lips as he favored in the king of struggling under his whim of humiliation. The clever thief then used the blade to cause some nasty slashes onto the pharaoh's flesh and then twirled his fingers in a rotated motion as the circle created by the imitation of his hand grew until he opened a portal to the outside world.

"You're not going to kill him?" Yami Malik asked and was pissed that his partner would just let the king go for almost causing his death.

"Why should I kill him? It is too easy bsides and I want him to suffer. Just like I did." Yami Bakura narrowed his eyes as a scowl with a twisted sign of a smirk crossed his lips as he came up to the schitzo yami and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "I would get bored too easily without having someone to torture."

Yami's eyes wre shocked that the two deadliest assasins that he knew would ever think of withstanding the other in an odd way that he could not even predict could happen in years.

"You two are a couple?" Yami asked in a cold tone, but it was meant to be curiosity.

Yami Bakura and Yami Malik nodded as they waved good-bye to the Pharaoh who they both shoved and was transported to the Shadow Realm. They savored the sound of screams of the king as he disappeared into the dark abyss.

Yami Bakura was really happy and content now that he had claimed victory and now had Mariku plus the Millenium Puzzle. Al lhe had to do now was claim the six remaining items and give his ancestors the respect they needed. There was possibly nothing else that could stand in his way of gaining the other six millenium items. Or was there?"

End chapter 18. I actually made Yami Bakura sound more like Thief Bakura. I appologize I just wanted the confrontation towards Yami to feel his pain. You happy the bad guys actually won? Please review.