A/N: Hello, everyone!

First of all, I would like to say a huuugee thank you to everyone that reviewed this story. I got more reviews than I ever expected and I am quite flattered. Thank you so much .

Secondly, I would like to apologise for not updating this for ahem 2 years. I had several elaborate schemes mapped out in my head, however none of them really seemed appealing enough to put on paper. However, I can still remember where the story was going to go. I would like to say that I am updating this story PURELY for the fans, because all of the reviews meant so much to me! As usual, as I am a REVIEW WHORE, I would like everyone who reads to review!

You may find this helpful when reading:

-words in /italics/ indicate that 'The Master' is speaking

-reread the first two chapters. There is a neat little tie-in at the end that you will miss if you haven't recently read the first two chapters.

Enough with my jabbering, on with the circus:

Chapter Three:

The slave weaved his way through the crowd of gothics. He tried to keep his mind focused as much as he could: the music was absolutely intoxicating. Wild drum beats accelerated the rhythm of his heart, the unearthly wailing of the guitars pulled at the fringes of his rapidly fraying sanity. He had a mission. And the mission was nearly in front of him.

Yes, he was just as beautiful as he remembered. Thin, slender body. Gorgeous ruby red eyes that blazed with the inner fire only a true Pharoah of Egypt could possess. And that damn eyeliner that made it impossible to notice anything else in the room. The slave was staring. He couldn't help it. He had admired this beauty for centuries. And seeing it again after so long was as frustrating as seeing a mirage in the middle of the desert. If only he could have what his master had forbidden...

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pang in his mind. The slave let out a choked gasp and doubled over, losing eye contact of the Pharoah. /Your thoughts disturb me, slave. Did we not have an agreement/. The voice purred. The slave clawed the sides of his head frantically. 'Yes...yes, Master!' he moaned. 'Please–'. /Do not forget your place, slave. He is mine and mine alone. Your job is simply to deliver him to me. If you do not do your job, consider this pain only a small fraction of what you will feel for the rest of your dismal existence/. 'Yes...master...I-I apologise..." the slave gasped. /Goooood/ . As suddenly as it had began, the mental connection broke. The slave rolled his eyes back in his pounding head and managed to straighten himself with difficulty. When he did, he came face to face with what he had wanted for centuries.

"Malik, what are you doing here?" Yami questioned, a mistrustful note apparent in his voice. Closer, the slave could see how the loss of his loved one had affected the young Pharoah. Dark circles clearly not caused by the eyeliner lay underneath his gorgeous eyes. Malik straightened and did his best to look unflustered.

"I have a surprise for you, young Pharoah. An old friend awaits you in the back chambers. He has been awaiting your arrival for some time now" Malik said, gesturing toward the far end of the club which was obscure and barely lit. Yami followed his gaze with a frown. "It's Kaiba, isn't it? That fucking bastard. He has Yugi, doesn't he?". Suddenly, he grabbed hold of both of Malik's shoulders. The fire in his eyes seemed tangible, hot enough to melt steel. Malik gasped. "Where the fuck is Yugi? I'm sick of Kaiba's fucking mind games! Take me to that son of a bitch RIGHT NOW". Malik tried to wrench free from Yami's vice-like grip, however Yami's impossible hold only increased and he pulled him closer until their noses were touching. "You don't understand what it was like. Yugi, the light of my life, will never be the same again. He has been completely destroyed. And I want whatever's left of him back!"

Finally, Yami's steel grip faltered and Malik stumbled backwards, nearly falling. Gods, he had forgotten the Pharoah's power. He made a mental note to himself not to forget again. Yami seemed just about to speak when he was joined by his friends. Malik glared at them. How could the Pharoah bear to be around such ordinary, tiresome humans?

"Who is this guy?" a blonde one asked, turning to Yami. He took one look at Yami and his expression changed. "He knows where Yugi is, doesn't he?". Suddenly, Malik felt all eyes turn towards him. He gulped.

"It would be best if I simply lead you to my master. He is much better equipped to answer your questions than I am". The plan could not work if he revealed any information. His master's words rang in his head/Your job is simply to deliver him to me/. There was absolutely no way he was ever going to go against his master's word. He had seen the bloody aftermath of that. Just the memory was enough to send shivers down his spine, even amidst the hot crowded club. He looked at the group. The blonde one had a look of clear mistrust plastered on his annoyingly open face. No matter, his master would take care of him. "If you simply follow my lead, you will be introduced to my master in no time at all". The group seemed to agree. Good. Malik stole one last glance at the Pharoah and read the barely concealed weary hope in his eyes. He had longed for centuries to plant a kiss on those perfect lips. Yami nodded. "Okay, we will go with you." Quickly, the slave looked away before temptation could get the best of him. "Follow me" he said. And without further adieu, he began to weave his way towards the dim back wall.

Yami frowned mentally. Something in this situation did not add up. Malik. Why in Ra's name was he here? He had not seen Malik in centuries, since he had been a young apprentice of sorcery. How on earth did Kaiba become his Master? Yami racked his brain. From what he remembered, Kaiba did not have any connections to the Ancient Land that he knew of. Kaiba must have manipulated Malik somehow into capturing Yugi. Of course! Malik would instantly recognize Yugi as he looked identical to Yami. And Malik was already an accomplished sorcerer. It would be easy for him to use his powers to manipulate someone as mentally crippled as Yugi.

For a moment, Yami was tempted to give into fear. If Kaiba had been able to enslave one of his old courtiers, what else would he have in store for him? What would he encounter upon seeing Kaiba? Images of Yugi screaming under Kaiba bombarded his mind. His thoughts ran ahead of his feet as Malik slowly pushed through a thick black door in the back wall and began leading them down a very old stone tunnel. It was incredibly dark and reminded Yami of the tombs of the Ancient Land.

'It's so cold in here" Jounouchi whispered, his voice echoing and then dying slowly through the tunnel. He pulled his arms close to himself and rubbed them.

'My master enjoys the cold" Malik said, not bothering with a backward glance. They were now travelling down a flight of stone steps and the light was beginning to fade almost altogether.

After what seemed an eternity, Malik suddenly came to a grinding halt in front of a thick wooden door covered in spider webs. Jounouchi, not stopping in time, bumped right into Malik. Malik glared at him "Stupid human. I'm surprised you allow yourself to become friends with such common scum, Pharoah" he glared at Jounouchi, putting the extra emphasis into 'scum'. When Jounouchi raised his hand as if to punch him, Yami grabbed it. "Save your energy, Joey. I have a feeling you are going to need it before this is over." Jounouchi nodded and lowered his clenched fist. "You're lucky, pal. It's not everyday I let one of you off the-

"Shhhh!"Malik hissed. Suddenly his mind opened and he could feel his master's presence within. /Good work, slave. I see you have successfully delivered the Pharoah to me. You may bring them in/. There was suddenly a click of a lock. Yami prepared for the worst as he followed Malik through the door. But somehow, he wasn't prepared enough.

It was so thick. The darkness, the rampant horror in the room. Yami put a shaking hand to his head as he stared at the cloaked figure in the centre of the room. Completely draped in black, it was seated on a stone throne. Besides that, the room was completely empty. Something was so horribly wrong here, he could sense it. The pure evil, the horrible aura this...being...emitted was too much. Immediately, Yami shook his head. It couldn't be-

Suddenly, the being began to approach. Somewhere during this procession, Malik left the small group and huddled in the corner. Yami didn't notice. Slowly, it approached until it was nearly face to face with Yami. And suddenly, it spoke. But only Yami could hear, as it was through his mind. /At last, I have you my beauty. I have been waiting...oh...so long. Now I can claim you and we can be together FOREVER.../. As the words burned in his mind, Yami's shaking hand was clasped by an icy cold one. So cold he wanted to draw back. However, the hand still held on. It was the hand that he had hurt that day he had been baking for Yugi. Slowly, the thing brought Yami's hand to it's mouth and planted a burning cold kiss on it. Then, Yami felt them. The icy cold tear drops burning through his wounds. And suddenly, Yami began to shake uncontrollably. "Your poor, poor hand" a familiar voice said. And the hood fell back and Yami's world came crashing down around him.

"Yugi..."

Yami didn't have time to react as suddenly, cold hands reached around his neck and pulled him forward in a crushing embrace. "I've been waiting for you...for centuries" he whispered into Yami's ear as suddenly, Yami's world was washed out in red as he felt the blood begin to flow from his neck.

Random Guy: Hey, I'm not random anymore, that was two years ago! I have a job now! I have STATUS!

Random Guy #2: No, that's me, actually. You'll always be Random Guy.

Random Guy: Damn...

Kurayami no Kage: So, what did you think of the third chapter of this tale?

Random Guy: There was no Yami torture! I want Yami torture!

Random Guy #2: You sadistic perv! It's all about Yami and Yugi finding each other again and making up! (and making out...)

Kurayami no Kage: Sorry, guys. It's only the reviewers who get to decide the flavor for the next installment. Yes, hear ye hear YE. I would very much welcome requests for the next chapter. The more ideas and feedback I get from you, the easier it will be for me to write (of course). So review lots!

So far, my ideas inlude: Yami, Yami's blood, more weird revelations and plot twists, Yami's blood...perhaps a hint of lime...Yami's blood...You knew it was leading up to this :P

I'll update once I get 100 reviews tee hee. Like I said before, I'm a review whore.

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Love to all my reviewers, this one was for you