Aquatic Premonitions

This is dedicated to Calligirl13 who asked me to do a Yami story. Please R&R!

So there. Yamis and hikaris have their own bodies and if you don't like that then tuff shit. Don't read then, and don't complain on why they should, I warned you. And if you really want to know how they get bodies and ect then read the Aftereffect. If you haven't done that already then f… never mind. Just on with thee story

Chapter One: Forewarnings and Omens

He couldn't breathe. No matter how hard he kicked, he just couldn't. He couldn't break the surface. He saw it, of course, always a few feet in front of him, he just couldn't reach it. The tips of his pale fingers brushed it, but could not get to the air above.

Is this what's it like to drown?

"Yami! Wake up!" someone shouted in his ear.

He stirred, looked at the blank whiteness, and then removed his face from the pillow. He looked at a boy with three colors of hair, sticking in all directions. It looked very much like his own, only he had more blonde.

"Atemu, are you staying home today?"

"Yes, Yugi." He replied and then stuck his face back in the pillow.

"I'm leaving for school." Yugi said, worried.

"That's nice," Yami just wanted him to leave. He wanted to think about his dream.

"Are you well?" Yugi put his hand on Yami's forehead.

"Yes, I am well, now go to school before you're late!"

Yami shot up, he was so agitated that the eye of Horus flashed in gold on his forehead. Yugi pulled his hand away and left the room. Yami lay back down, staring at the sterile white ceiling. He hated being there, in that room, alone. He got bored very easily and nothing entertained him. He wished that Yugi did not have school. Something buzzed over on his wooden desk.

"What now? Appliances want to bother me as well?" Yami groaned and got up.

He opened the laptop that he and Yugi shared, logged into his account and saw that he had an e-mail. It was short, and it was from Marik.

"Going to school?" was all it said besides his name at the bottom (if you've ever gotten an e-mail from me you know that's my trademark… except I put Marik's name at the bottom.)

"No." he typed back. The next reply was almost instant.

"Then meet me at the café; you know which one." Always great grammar. Dammit! Why can't I type faster, like him? Why can't I know all this grammar crap? Yami thought.

"When?" he quickly typed back.

"ASAP."

Yami groaned, typed up a little summary of his dream in Word® (don't own), and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He ran outside, briefly waving 'goodbye' to Yugi's Grandfather, and into the rain. He slowed down to feel the rain. For some odd reason he loved the rain. It soothed him.

"Hey," there was a loud cry. Yami found himself standing in the middle of the road.

"Sorry," he murmured and stepped out of the way.

The man drove off, sticking up his middle finger. Yami replied by doing the same to him. As Yami walked slowly down the street, slightly annoyed at the rude driver and his shit piece of crap that he called a car, something else happened. He heard a whistle and he turned his head in the direction of a new, red car.

"Hey, I want that chick." The driver pointed to Yami and his friend laughed and whistled some more.

"You want a bird?" Yami said, knowing very well what a few meanings of chick were. This particular one was his favorite. "I'll give you a bird." Yami stuck up his middle finger and turned his head away from them.

"What the-" there was a loud honking noise and the driver pulled away very fast.

Yami headed down the street. He heard traces of cursing coming from inside a café, and immediately recognized it. He saw his friend, the blonde Egyptian, cursing because he couldn't find his credit card. (If you are a young person, please skip the next line, cough calligirl13's little sister cough)

"Well, shit, where'd that fucking little piece of fucking shit go? I swear it was in my fucking pocket!" Marik felt around in the pockets of his jeans but failed to bring out anything. (sadly, I think that's probably what I'd say too)

"Let me help,"

Yami stepped next to Marik and looked at the price. Not very much for two drinks. He guessed one was for him. He pulled out some money and paid with that.

"You know I hate it when you do that." Marik looked at Yami with one of those you know that bothers me so why do it looks.

"That's why I do it."

Marik sighed and took his drink. Yami followed suit. They sat in a booth and stared at each other. Yami took a drink and almost choked. He had drunk what seemed like pure chocolate. I wondered why we had such small cups, now I understand. One can only handle so much chocolate. Yami thought.

"Something wrong?" Marik asked.

"No, just the chocolate thing took me by surprise."

"Well, they're called chinticos and they really give you the sugar high that you need." (I don't own chinticos or Starbucks, which does own chinticos… try some theeeeeere greeeeeaaaat!) Marik shook his side to side a little and then drank.

"So, why'd you wake me up at seven in the morning? I know you, it wasn't to get sugar high… well, I could be wrong but…"

"Oh, no reason. I guess I wanted someone other than my family to talk to." Marik sighed and took another drink.

"Have you…" Yami was afraid of telling Marik about his dreams. Of course they had been friends for awhile, but he wasn't sure how Marik would take it.

"Have I what?"

Marik seemed interested. Yami knew now that Marik wouldn't stop asking until Yami told him (also another thing that I do). the sad thing was Marik knew when he was being told the truth or not (partially true). Marik's lavender eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Have you had any weird dreams before?"

"Well, um… FYI! Everybody has! Well, then again my father carved a message in my back when I was little… that might help… and I wear the Millennium Necklace (I know that's not what it's called but I can't remember what it really is called) at night and then sometimes I see the future… but I cheat."

"Well, I keep having this reoccurring dream. Does that mean anything?"

"I think it means something like… I don't know. Maybe it's important." Marik shook his head and then took another drink. "Wanna take a walk?"

"No, not really," but Marik had already headed for the door.

They headed to a small park and began to walk around the outside, drinking their pure chocolate in the light rain. It was slightly foggy out and they could see that it was getting thicker.

"Do you know what pyrokinesis is?" Marik asked all of a sudden.

"Pyro means fire, right? I don't know what pyrokinesis is, Marik." Yami was now interested. He knew what kinesis was, just not pyrokinesis. The movement of fire?

"Well, it's kinda hard to explain…"

"Does it have something to do with fire?"

"Yes! It has almost everything to do with fire! Well, it's kinda like making things-" there was a loud whistle and the red car full of horny boys had returned. This time their target was Marik.

"Hey blondie, wanna fuck me?" he asked.

"Go fuck your boyfriend." Marik snapped.

"Oh, a tough one. At least my boyfriend has bigger boobs than you." Marik's face was extremely red now.

"I'm a fucking guy!" he snarled.

Suddenly, there were shouts from inside the car. The car began to catch fire. The boys tried to get out, but found the doors melted to the car. They screamed and screamed.

The look on Marik's face would send shivers even into his yami. He looked as if he was enjoying watching the boys die a slow and very painful death.

Burn, baby, burn. Was all Yami could guess that he was thinking.

The car exploded and the boys were certainly dead. Marik's eyes widened. He took Yami's hand and ran from the car. Once they were at least a block away from the park, his pace slowed. They caught their breaths and then Yami smiled at Marik.

"You can make things combust?" Yami asked.

"Yes,"

"What I'd give to have that power!" Yami looked Marik in the eyes and then Marik turned very solemn. "What?"

"You don't want this power." He scowled at Yami. "It's not really a power, it's a damn curse."

"Being able to power over your enemies and send them to hell early? That's a curse?"

"No, not that factor, I can't control it at all. It's like a teen being able to control their emotions." Then Marik's face brightened. "But you won't have to give anything to a have a power similar to it." Marik smiled at Yami.

"What?"

"Yes, you have a power similar in strength, but much different and much more helpful."

"Stop with the riddles." Yami commanded and Marik laughed.

"You'll have to beg me to tell you." Marik skipped in front of Yami and Yami tried to catch him.

"Come on!"

Marik ran in front of Yami and danced just barely beyond his reach. Marik kept this up for a few blocks until they came upon an apartment complex. They heard an awful noise. They heard this mostly because the streets were oddly quiet.

"Who's killing a cat?" asked Yami.

"Malik, must be him."

"Huh? You're yami's killing a cat?"

"No, he's singing. He wants to audition for a rock band. I just don't have the heart to tell him that he's no good." Marik sighed.

"Is this where you live?" Yami was surprised. (so far, for those of you who are wondering, I live in a house. It's based off our personalities so typically, one of my friends is not rich and so on. Just personalities.)

"Yeah," Marik looked down, seemingly ashamed.

"Well," Yami was lost for words.

"Well, nothing. You're not telling anyone, got it? You do and you're dead."

"What, you live in an average apartment on the normal side of town?"

"Just… it matters to me." Marik started to walk towards his apartment. "Well, are you coming?"

Yami walked with him. He was in slight disbelief that Marik lived in an apartment. They entered it; it was slightly large with three rooms. Odion and Ishizu shared a room because they would literally kill Marik if him and his yami lived in the same room. Then there was the small kitchen that was connected to the living room. On one side there was one door that lead to Yami Marik's room (also known as Malik), and on the other a hallway that had two doors, on to the right and one straight down.

As they entered Marik grunted something. He had to say it a second time before Yami understood. They took their shoes off at the door and headed down the hall. They entered the room directly along the hall. Only once they had both sat on Marik's twin bed (that's the size I'm describing) then did Yami talk.

"So, what is this 'gift' that I have?" Yami asked quietly.

"Well," Marik looked at the white wall, then at the brown carpeted floor, then at his desk where his laptop sat, as if trying to avoid telling Yami the answer. "Telekinesis, the ability to move shit with your mind and/or will power."

"My, you're a walking dictionary. Now, can you tell me how you know this?" Yami said sarcastically.

"Intuition," he replied.

"So, in other words, you just know?"

"Yes, I know how idiotic it sounds but that's just it." Marik looked away and out the window.

"Prove this to me."

"I thought that I did in the park."

"No, my powers,"

"Oh, well, I can't show you your powers, you have to do that on your own."

Marik looked at Yami briefly, and then turned away. Why does he not want to look at me? Is there something wrong with me? Is he… jealous? Does he want my powers?

"Marik, can I give you my powers… I…" Yami really didn't want to but… if it would make Marik happy… (I doubt my friend would do this with powers, but she does it with other stuff.)

"Ha! Don't make me laugh. You can't. Even if you could, I wouldn't. that's yours, now keep it safe because not very many people have it. I guess I could get used to pyro… thanks for the offer, though. It's the thought that counts." Marik seemed a little worried, but slightly happier.

"What's on your mind?" Yami scooted closer to Marik. he seemed very tense.

"Well, I was thinking of them."

"Them?"

"Yes, they are the government of America. They want us. I know this because I researched it. I heard that they have a special school that they force you in and then you are in their army. They use you for some kind of weapon. I hate them. They torture you if you don't submit to their tests and experiments and shit." Marik sighed.

"I doubt they'd catch just a pyro and a psychic."

"Well, you don't know how scarce they are. They'd do almost anything for someone."

Yami sighed and then looked at the watch on Marik's wall. It read two thirty. How in the hell could it be two fucking thirty? Yami thought.

"Marik, I have to go. Yugi thinks I'm sick and I should be in bed."

"Let me help you. I know some short cuts."

The two exited the building and raced through the park. They sprinted as far as possible before they had to slow their pace to a brisk stride. After they were almost there, they thought that they spotted Yugi, but it was just some random dude with freaky hair. Marik left Yami once he got to the Kame Shop.

"You didn't see me leave or come back." Yami said to Yugi's grandfather.

"Right,"

"Thanks," Yami walked upstairs and lay down in his bed.

Quickly he fell asleep…

A blonde girl of about nineteen or so walked over to him. they were standing on an extravagant cruiser. She smiled and hugged him as if she knew him. He looked into her bright green eyes, he gently touched her fair skin, put his hand behind her head and fingered her low ponytail, and then he pushed her head near his and they kissed.

Splash. He could no longer breathe. His lungs began to hurt as if Marik had set them on fire. He stopped struggling and let himself sink…

"Why? Just breathe, Yami! Why can't you just breath?" kept reverberating through his head.

"Are you afraid of death?" came a whisper. "You should be."

Yami sat up in a cold sweat again. It was another aqua dream. He had begun to despise those with enthusiasm. He looked at the digital clock sitting on the desk with his laptop, it read 11:26. So, Yami climbed out of bed and snuck out of the room. The Kame Shop was kind of creepy at night, but Yami didn't mind. He snuck over to the next room where Yugi was sleeping and gently climbed into his bed.

"Nightmare?" Yugi asked sleepily.

"Yes," Yami curled up underneath the covers and once again fell asleep.

"Yami… Pharaoh Atemu…" came a small voice in the back of his head. He rolled over. "Yami wake up!" there it was again, the voice. Yami tried to ignore it. "Yami, I have food…" Since when did I drool over the word 'food' like Bakura and Yami Marik?

"Yugi?" he responded groggily.

"Yeah, Yami there's no school today and you've been having nightmares so I'm gonna take you to the doctor."

"Huh? Why do I need a doctor?" Yami was only half awake.

"Just go and get dressed."

Yami walked/stumbled back to his room. He saw Marik sitting there, typing on his (Yami's) computer. He was so busy doing so that he did not notice Yami entering the room.

"Marik?"

"Shh!"

"What are you doing here?" Yami whispered and started to pick out clothes that he thought were clean.

"I need you, Bakura, Ryou, and Kaiba."

"Why?" Yami took off his shirt to put on a black tank top. He looked over at Marik who was in ripped up jeans and a black shirt that said 'YoUr MoM!'

"Well, they all have some freak power, but only Ryou knows that he does. He's not sure about his yami though they both do. I've talked to him before." Marik tried to wipe off the screen on Yami's computer. He had a very dirty look on his face. "Yami, can't you do anything right? Your poor, neglected computer is practically dying and you're just ignoring it."

"What does Ryou have?" Yami asked, ignoring Marik's last comment.

"He can read minds, a basic thing."

"Huh?" Yami was now fully dressed. He took his computer back and slowly began typing a message to Yugi telling he went out with some friends.

"I'll explain later," Marik looked at the door and began to watch it.

"Yami, we're gonna be late for the doctor's!" came a cry through the door.

"Shit, what the hell are you thinking? That's how America gets people!" Yami put his computer down and climbed out the window with Marik.

"What's in your backpack?" Yami asked once they were walking away from the Kame Shop.

"Computer, other crap," Marik didn't seem too enthusiastic.

"What did you mean by 'basic' back there? When you said; 'but that's just basic.'" Yami was now relatively interested.

"Well, if you have any kind of kinesis then it always comes with these things that I call, 'basic.' Pretty much everyone has them no matter what their power." Marik seemed a little happier and a little less pale, though he was from Egypt and had normally very dark skin.

"What's the basics?"

"Well, mind reading, um… there's more… future seeing… wait… well, I don't remember any more but if I do then I explain about them too. But there's more to just mind reading and future seeing. Sometimes people can mind read really well, but they never have visions, sometimes it's the other way around. Sometimes people have it pretty balanced."

"What do you have?"

"Mind reading," Marik looked like he just remembered something. "Oh, yes and there are two types of mind reading and two types of future seeing. The first type of mind reading is just petty, like you can read their thoughts as they are thinking them, that's basic. I have advanced, which means that I can read anything that they're thinking or thought before."

"What about future seeing?"

"Future seeing… there's two kinds, and then they branch off. There's one that is called conscious visions, in other words you see them while you're awake, and subconscious visions, you see them in your sleep. Off those there are advanced levels as well. Conscious advanced people can get visions when they want them about what they want, when you're still basic you have no power over that."

"And subconscious?"

"Well, nobody really knows very much about that."

"Wait, how did you know about all this stuff?"

"The internet," Marik pointed to his backpack and smiled.

They arrived at Ryou's manor and Bakura quickly came out. His white hair was perfectly brushed and there seemed to be a pink bow in it. He ripped it out the second he saw it. Laugher came from the manor and Ryou appeared, his usually pale face was bright red and he was laughing.

"What are you laughing at, Ryou?" Marik asked casually. Ryou flipped his white hair out of his face and smiled.

"You should have seen it! Bakura was asleep so I started to put bows in his hair and stuff. You should have seen his face in the mirror!" Ryou began to laugh again and Bakura turned red in the face from embarrassment.

"Stop it, the only reason you did that is because… you're gay!"

"You're bisexual!" Ryou pointed an accusing finger at Bakura.

"So," Bakura leaned over and kissed Ryou passionately. (Um, no, my step-sister is not really bisexual, just something I threw in there.)

"Uh, guys, let's go now." Marik poked at Bakura. "I bet Seto's angry with us." Ryou started to moan. "Please?"

"Oh," Bakura pulled away. "Fine, damn you."

They walked down the street and to a small coffee shop. This was the same coffee shop that Yami met Marik at yesterday. Yami smiled at the remembrance of his cursing storm.

"Got any money this time?" Yami snickered.

"Yes, in fact I do." Marik snapped, seemingly annoyed.

They saw a brown haired teen leaning against a wall with a cup of coffee in his hands. He was holding it close to him because it was a cold morning. He waved to steam in his face.

"Hey Seto!" Marik called, making him jump. His cold blue eyes flashed with anger.

"What do you want, Ishtar?" he asked coldly.

"Well, I asked you to be here, don't act like you don't remember." Marik crossed his arms and gave Seto a dirty look.

"Fine, if it makes you feel better I did remember."

Marik stopped pouting and led everyone in to the coffee shop. They all bought something and then walked out near Seto.

"So, Ishtar, what did you want to talk to me about?" Seto sighed and threw his empty cup away. He put his hands in his leather jacket's pockets and shivered. "Hurry it up, I'm cold."

"So," Marik laughed, "the great CEO cold? Too poor to afford a better coat?" Marik took a drink of his coffee and started to walk to the park.

"No, I didn't expect it to be cold." Seto retorted. "Where are we going?"

"The park," Ryou replied, hanging on Bakura, who was trying to drink Ryou's coffee but failing. "No, yami, you'll end up like last time. Anyways, he always takes us to the park when ever he wants to tell you something."

"What?"

"I can't say, that's his job."

They walked a few more moments in silence. They came to the park and all the remaining people with cups threw them away.

"What is it that you want to tell me, Ishtar?" Seto was not in a good mood.

"You see that person over there?" Marik nodded to a man sitting there, shivering. "Well, he just cheated on his best friend's wife." Marik smiled at him and nodded as they went past. Lucky for the man he didn't hear.

"How do you know this?" Seto was frustrated.

"Well, I simply looked into his mind." Marik acted as if that was the simplest thing.

"What? What's wrong with you? You should be in the nut house where you belong!" Marik laughed, showing fangs. "What are you?"

"Well, sometimes power does things to you. It changes your body. It did mine, in fact, you're not even seeing the real me. This is just an illusion." Marik laughed again. "Go ahead, Seto, send me to a nut house. See if I care. But, I know something you don't know." Marik said in a singsong voice.

Somehow, this made Seto's blood boil. He hated not knowing something. He was thirsty for knowledge and if anyone stood in his way, something might happen.

"What?"

"Why should I tell you?" Marik smiled at him and Seto grew even more furious.

"Because, oh Ishtar, tell me now."

"I will if you call me Marik." Marik gave him a wicked smile revealing his fangs.

"Okay… Marik," Seto blushed.

"That's better. I hate my family name. So, what to tell you, how to tell it…"

"Get on with it," Seto growled.

"Well, all you here today have some freak mind powers." Bakura looked at Marik and then laughed.

"You're funny, Marik, but if you think that I have anything more than a mind link with my hikari, you're wrong." Bakura looked at Marik in the eyes.

"Well, my yami can't have any 'mind powers' because my yami doesn't have a mind!" Ryou laughed and then was hit on the head by Bakura.

"I'm not stupid!"

"Oh, Bakura, you can't be serious saying things like that…" (my step-sister may act stupid but I'm pretty sure she's not as dumb as Bakura. Ryou is her more intelligent side.)

"Anyways, I would like to explain." Marik caught their attention.

"Yes, Ish—I mean Marik." Seto tried to be polite.

"Well, each of you have powers, some know what theirs are and some don't. I, for instance, am pyrokinetic. Well, for short it means I can make things burst into flame (combust) with my mind." Marik explained.

"I'd like to see that." Seto smirked.

"You'll see, soon enough. Well, my powers as well as yours, are controlled purely by either will or emotion. Sometimes both. Usually after a lot of practice your powers are controled by will. Mine are halfway there. Maybe I can…"

Marik looked at a tree. He smiled and then kept staring at it. After a while, the smile vanished and was replaced with Marik's grimace. Finally, after what seemed like forever, a small fire started on the tree. Seto opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

"What the—" Bakura was in shock too and he could not finish his sentence.

"What…? How did you do that?" Seto finally said. Marik replied with another freaky laugh.

"I told you I was a pyro, but you guys didn't believe me, unlike Yami and Ryou."

Both were not in shock. Yami was acting as if he'd seen this a million times before. After the first time, it wore off.

"Well, let me start at the basics, okay, there are two types of powers that you can have one is mind reading and the other is…" Marik gave the speech that he gave to Yami that previous morning and Ryou about a week ago.

"So, which ones do we have?" Bakura asked eagerly.

"Well, I'm thinking that since your hikari has mind reading that you have it too. Seto, I'm sure has future sight." Marik inhaled deeply.

"How do you know this?" Seto asked, still in disbelief.

"Well, like I told Yami and Ryou, intuition. I just know. Like when I can tell another is among us, I just know." Marik seemed slightly embarrassed.

"Is there any other powers? What about pyrokinesis?" Bakura asked.

"Well, then there's powers that everyone has. They are telepathic communication, teleportation, and illusions." Marik smiled in that demented way again. "I'll tell you about the most useful, in my opinion, is illusions. They can cover up things that you don't want people to see. I can show you a bit of it, I suppose."

Marik smiled, exposing his canines. They suddenly shrunk back to a normal size. Then they reappeared again as large.

"What…? That's got to be some sort of magician's trick." Seto walked over and stuck his fingers into Marik's mouth and poked at his canines. "What? These have got to be fake."

"Seho!" Marik pulled Seto's fingers from his mouth. "Eh," Marik spit. "You taste bad."

"How are illusions possible?" Yami asked, trying to get off the subject of Seto forcing his hands into people's mouths.

"Well, it has something to do with the brain… and mind reading, so if you're good at mind reading then you'll definitely be good at illusions. Then there's teleportation. I've never been able to do this and know nothing about it. The internet has nothing." Marik sighed. He seemed tired, Yami could tell.

"Does this… take energy? You seem tired." Yami said, sounding concerned.

"Yes…" Marik shut his eyes for a moment and swayed. "Yes it does."

They all sat down on a park bench. Marik sighed and went back to explaining.

"Telepathic communication…" Marik mumbled on, "is like talking to people in your mind. I don't know how this is done. The only part of that I've ever done is talk through my mind link to my yami. I've never talked to a complete stranger."

Seto was still in disbelief and his face showed it.

"So, how do we know that we have powers?" Seto asked.

"You know what, a basic thing to do is go home, get a spoon, and then focus on bending it. If you can't, then I'm wrong and I'm sorry for bothering you. If you can, well, meet me here in a week." Marik began to walk away, leaving the others dumbfounded.

Soon, Yami and the others went their separate ways. Yami went home to a worried yet slightly angry Yugi. He had no idea what to say.

"Where have you been? If we don't hurry, we're going to be late!"

Yugi ignored the fact that Yami didn't have anything to say. They jumped into the small yellow car outside and Yugi's grandfather drove away. Their car was cheap, they couldn't afford much, but it was all they had.

"So," Yugi's grandfather said, "where'd you go this morning?" You just had to bring this up, old man.

"Uh, well, Marik came and um…" Yami was not that good at making up excuses on the spot. He was sure Marik wouldn't mind if he used him as an excuse. "Well, he told me that I needed to come with him at that second."

"Oh, okay…" Yugi looked off into space.

"Is something wrong?" Yami was now concerned. If Yugi was sad, he would be too. Yugi was the one that was always there for him, anyways.

"No, just I wasn't expecting you to run off like that." Yugi sighed.

"Well, he needed help." Yami tried to stick up for himself.

"I understand."

No you don't. Yami thought but stopped himself from saying that out loud.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital in all of it's whiteness and glory. Yami started to shake. He saw the receptionist sitting there, working out files. He look around the poorly decorated room. Everything was quiet.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Yami turned his gaze back to the receptionist. "We don't have an appointment for him."

Yami felt a surge of joy. He refrained from jumping up and down. He looked around the room again and saw Marik sitting there with a magazine.

"Marik?" He whispered and walked over to him.

"Yeah?" Marik put down his magazine and looked at him.

"Did you…?" Yami's voice trailed off.

"Cancel your appointment? Yes, I did. I'm not good with computers for nothing." Marik smiled and then looked at Yugi.

"He's going to be mad." Yami said.

"Don't tell him that I did it."

"You're right, I wasn't anyways."

They watched Yugi argue with the receptionist. He got mad and then Yami had to leave. Marik followed him.

"Oh, hi Marik!" Yugi waved at him and Marik did the same.

Well, let's just say Marik didn't hate Yugi, but they weren't best friends either. Marik only started liking the Pharaoh because he returned his Millennium Rod and Ra card. Then they became friends. But this meant nothing for Yugi. Even though Marik had gotten over the whole Battle City Finals thing, he still disliked Yugi a little for winning, though if he lost Marik would be in the Shadow Realm forever. It was just something that gnawed at him once and awhile. Well, all in all, he didn't mind Yugi now, but they weren't best friends.

"Hi…" Marik somewhat mumbled. "Hey, me and Yami are going to take a walk, wanna come with?" Marik smiled that creepy serial killer smile with his fangs.

"Um…" of course this scared Yugi. Marik wanted to talk to Yami alone. "No thanks. Yami, be home by dinner." Yugi said and got into the car with his grandpa.

They started to walk to the park that they always walk in. Marik sighed. He had dark rings underneath his eyes. He looked very tired and as if he had not slept.

"What happened?" Yami asked.

"They chased me," was all Marik said.

They walked to the park and sat down on a bench. Marik leaned his head against Yami's shoulder.

"I didn't get any sleep last night." He mumbled. "I finally went back to my house and put some of my sister's make-up on so that I would not seem so exhausted. I drank so much caffeine, too. But now both of those are wearing off."

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Yami tried to keep him awake and off that subject. "How did your powers change you? How does that even work?"

Marik gave him a dull smile and then sat up.

"I'm glad you want to learn." He said and then yawned. "Well, since they are something mental it sometimes messes around with your uh… whatever they're called to make you change. It may give you blue hair, though that's more common in Hydrokinesis possessing people. Well, sometimes it screws around with you, sometimes you don't change at all. I changed very little. My canines started to grow out… I don't know how they got longer, but that's somewhat common for anyone who has any kind of kinesis."

"What other things did it do to you?" Yami pushed, knowing that he was hiding more and he wanted to find out.

"Well, um… do you really want to see?"

"Yes."

Well, sorry about the cliffies. I make 'em and I hate to read 'em.