Hi there! Chapter six is here! I hope you all like!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or anything that resembles anothers work.

Warnings: This fic does contain shounen-ai (boyxboy) pairings, don't like, don't read. Simple.

Oh, Italics are either thoughts or memories...I think it's easy to tell which is which.

The tornado hadn't died yet and was still creating a path of destruction. Yami was worried about the people in the cities it had destroyed. The Shadows offered him what little comfort they could.

It's all too soon…Yami mused in the comfort of the Shadows, Why is there such an unbalance in the Elements? Surely there is something at work more than just a mere Prophecy…

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

Ryou and Bakura had begun meditating again to clam their rattled nerves when a loud crash snapped them back to reality. They looked over to where Yami had been sitting on his bed and noticed he had backed up against the wall. Standing in a circle of lavender light was a stranger with tanned skin, shoulder-length blonde hair, purple eyes and a rather large set of white feathered wings, which were cramped in such a small space, knocking over a number of ornaments.

"Well, this is interesting…" the stranger said, scratching his head, failing to notice three pairs of eyes resting on him, as he made his impressive wings disappear.

"Just what…" Ryou began.

"Exactly are you…"

"Doing in my room?" Yami finished.

"Huh?" The lavender-eyed stranger gazed about his surroundings, the magic circle disappearing, "Oh! I'm terribly sorry! I'm Malik. I guess a spell of mine went a little wrong," he said sheepishly.

"You can perform magic?" Yami asked, genuinely intrigued.

Malik shrugged, "Of course I can. Although I didn't really fit in amongst my kind because I was much, much more powerful than the rest of them. Hence why I decided to time travel…what year is this?"

"Year? Umm, it's the Year of the Water Element. However, you haven't travelled through time, you've travelled to a different dimension."

"I knew there was a reason why they told us that Air magicians couldn't perform time magic…oops," Malik said with a grin.

"Wait…did you say Air magician?"

Malik looked out the window.

"You've got some tornado issues," he said casually, "I'll be right back."

Malik jumped out of the window and took to the skies, his lavender glow growing in intensity as he flew closer to the huge spinning funnel. When Malik felt he was close enough, he closed his eyes and began chanting and spell. Suddenly, he opened them, shouted one final command and spread his arms out wide, the spinning tunnel dissipating. The three in Yami's room looked on with awe as they witnessed the first real power of any of the Gods. Their awe suddenly turned to horror when they noticed their newfound deity falling to the ground, which had instantaneously burst into flames.

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

Somewhere in another time and place, a teen running for his life, away from imprisonment by the ruling animals, felt a huge twist somewhere deep inside of himself and his heart pulled towards an unknown object. The teen fell into a crumpled heap, screaming in agony, as his heart desperately yearned for something…no… someone who he urgently needed to save. Somehow he knew his very existence depended on this person living, for if the person died, he surely would too. Suddenly, the pain stopped, and he fell into a state of clam, not realising that he no longer was in the dimension where he feared everyday for his life.

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

There was screaming, so much screaming, and the heat; it was intense, so very intense. Malik struggled to open his eyes as he plummeted to the raging flames below, the orangey arms reaching higher and higher to pull him to his death.

"Yet again. I try to succeed and fail, only this time; there shall be no more chances for me," with his last drop of magic, he sent some words to the people watching helplessly from a palace window. "To my new friends," they heard on a gentle breeze, "I am truly sorry I could not get to know you better." The breeze died and Malik closed his eyes again as he prepared to be engulfed by the flames that would end his life.

Except that his fiery end did not come. Opening his eyes again, he felt cool raindrops on his face attempting to kill the flames. Looking at the burning ground, he saw that there was a circle of rocks stopping the fire from spreading any further. He also noted, in the seconds that ticked by, that someone was amidst the flames, glowing deep lavender, pulling them towards himself, controlling the usually uncontrollable force. Yami and the others noticed that the flames were gathering in one place and Ryou realised that there was enough space for him to grow a few large, lush trees to help cushion the winged persons' fall. Malik smiled as he approached the trees.

"Thank you," he whispered as he hit the trees and fell onto a soft patch of moss.

Looking over to where the fire once was burning, there was only smoke. His vision went blurry but he saw a face appear in front of him.

So similar to me… he thought as he saw blonde hair in large spikes and deep lavender eyes. An image flashed in his mind…

The flames danced, only for him. For him. He looked on as he made the flames dance.

"They dance only for you, love. Only for you…"

"It has been far too long, Fire. I remember almost everything. I've wanted to see you for so long," Malik whispered, reaching a hand out to touch the strangers face.

"Who…are you?" the stranger who controlled the fire asked, something rekindling in his foggy memory as he thought he remembered this boys face.

A gentle breeze was blowing and his hair danced in the wind. Suddenly, a hand was thrust into his line of view.

"Fly, love, fly," a soft voice whispered as the owner held out a tanned hand. "Come fly with me,"

"I am Air, or Malik…"

"I'm Marik," the stranger said.

"I know," Malik whispered before he blacked out. Marik picked up the familiar stranger and began walking to the palace. Somehow he knew he had to go there.

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

Bakura and Ryou slumped to the ground, unused to using such a vast amount of power at one time. Yami smiled.

"It seems your instincts have started to take over and your memories are returning," he said as he noticed the two silver haired people leaning against each other in their sleep. He draped a blanket over them before he ran from the palace where he saw the God of Air, Malik fall.

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

In the distance, Yami saw someone walking towards him, with a winged person in their arms.

"Malik!" Yami called, running up to the stranger.

"I am Marik," he said.

"You must be the God of Fire."

"That is what Malik said to me before he fainted."

"Let me take him, you must be tired from your use of magic."

Marik allowed Yami to carry Malik back to the palace, the pair sharing a comfortable silence.

(The Gods of Air and Fire)

King Seto slammed down his glass, almost shattering it.

"It's too soon," he hissed at his companion.

"I know, Seto. I know."

"How can I stop the prophecy from coming true? Upon its completion, the Gods will take up their rightful place as rulers. I can't allow this! I have waited so long… so patiently. The worlds will call me their god! Not the pathetic Elementals! I will rule all dimensions as one!"

"Us Seto, us," someone whispered in his ear, relaxing him.

"Yes, sorry, love. We. We will rule…"

How was that chapter? I'm sorry about not giving Malik or Marik as lengthy introductions, but I thought it may get a bit boring if Yami had to go and round them all up. Although, if you all think more could be written for them, or if the chapter was moving too fast, leave a review and let me know so I can fix it. Thanks! Ja ne!

Chelley Angel: Last chapter I made Bakura so polite because he wasn't too sure exactly what he could get away with in Yami's dimension...I think I made him a little too polite though...oh well, thanks heaps for reviewing Hands out Bakura plushies>