Uck, I've been sick all week, I feel awful. cough, hack, cough I've been so freaking busy with school work, this year sucks. I haven't written anything all week! (gasp) The sickness started last weekend so I was too drugged up on medication to feel comfortable about updating. Sorry for all you wonder readers who had to wait. I apologize profusely.

More tension this chapter, EE! Can't look! But you can!

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This chapter brought to you by the fact that I am not a first aid specialist! GO ME!

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Chyaputa 17: Fear from the Darkness

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Ryou tugged nervously at a stray a lock of snow-white hair again, harder this time to keep himself awake. He forced his tired brown eyes to search the artificial forest around him, waiting for an attack. 'He couldn't have gone that far…' he thought, his pale hands tightened their sweaty grip on the glaive in his hands. 'He wouldn't just leave me here,' Ryou thought desperately. He really, really wanted to go to sleep.

There was a sound behind him, a snap of a twig. Ryou swung around, clumsily pulling the heavy spear with him and pointing the long sharp blade out in front of him, breathing heavily. There wasn't anything to be seen. Ryou lowered the weapon slowly. Had it been a bird or some other animal? But then Ryou remembered, there were no animals in this world…

"Why hello. Just the person I wanted to see," a dangerously low voice purred. Ryou pulled his weapon up over his face just in time to block the attack. The blade of a knife dug itself into the wood of Ryou's heavy spear. Ryou looked up fearfully to see Yami no Malik's dark twisted face leering down at him. Ryou's body froze.

"What are you doing here all alone? Your dark side gone for a little walk?" Yami no Malik made a disapproving clucking sound in his throat leaning closer, a maniac smile on his face. "How very careless of him." Ryou jumped back, pulling Malik's knife out from his weapon and falling against the trunk of the tree. He held up the glaive, eyes wide, afraid to blink in case the madman tried to attack again. Ryou's whole body was shaking.

'I'm going to die,' he thought numbly. Then suddenly he remembered what his darker half told him. 'Mou hitori no boku! Mou hitori no boku! Help me!' he screamed in his mind, closing his eyes in concentration. There was the swish of something flying through the air and Ryou jumped to the side just as Yami no Malik dived for his throat. The blade ended up cutting open a gash in his cheek. Ryou cried out in pain and ran towards the edge of the platform, hoping to jump off the side and escape from the platform; maybe he could lose Yami no Malik in the forest.

Yami no Malik laughed at this stunt.

"Running away! Weakling!" he cried and cut Ryou off by sliding in front of him. "There is no one to save you now," he hissed humorously, pale eyes gleaming. Ryou stumbled backward toward the tree, scared completely out of his wits, all hope and rational thought leaving him. Yami no Malik licked his lips grotesquely. "Oh, I shall enjoy this."

Without thinking Ryou grasped the glaive with both hands and in his desperation swung it madly at Yami no Malik. Yami no Malik smirked as his stroke went wide and ducked easily under his blow. Straightening up as Ryou slowly recovered from his heavy weapon's aftershock, Malik stabbed forward aiming for Ryou's unprotected side. Ryou moved just in time to stop the strike with his arm. Malik's blade drew a deep long bloody cut across the top of Ryou's arm.

Ryou had never felt so much physical pain in his life. He fell backward on to the floor crying out, his own voice scratching his throat raw. His weapon fell with a crash to the ground making the thin wooden platform wobble. He looked down at his bleeding arm, head dizzy with the smell of his own blood. Yami no Malik giggled insanely as he approached his victim, three knives well placed in his out stretched hands.

"How do you like that?" he mused, eyes dancing as Ryou writhed on the floor. "Painful?" Ryou scuttled away from him, leaving a trail of blood on the wooden tree house floor. Yami no Malik laughed again, high pitched and shrill.

At that moment, a mass of white hurtled itself over the edge of the platform and dove squarely for Yami no Malik. Yami no Bakura tackled him, bringing down the blunt end of his heavy glaive right on top of Malik's chest. Ryou could have sworn he had heard a sickening crack. Yami no Malik stumbled backwards, trying desperately to get air into his lungs, white eyes seemingly popping out of their sockets. Yami no Bakura stood protectively in front of his host, weapon ready for another attack.

"Bakura-kun!" a smaller voice cried from below as Yugi and his dark side approached the hidden tree house. "Are you okay?" Yugi called from the ground. Ryou was still in too much shock to reply, his jaw trembling and his head still quite dizzy.

Yami no Malik's panicked eyes flickered onto the new arrivals and he cursed harshly under his breath. Seeing he was finally outnumbered, he stepped back off the platform, landed on the ground and scampered off into the woods. Yami no Yugi was about to follow him when Yugi grabbed his arm.

"Ryou-kun?" he cried climbing up into the tree. Yami Yugi looked after Yami no Malik's empty trail, sighed and then climbed into the tree as well. As Yugi finally reached the platform, he ran towards Ryou lying upon the wooden floor, blood flowing rapidly from his wound. Yami no Bakura was hunched over his lighter half, examining the limp arm. "Oh, Bakura-kun…" Yugi moaned, grasping his friend's other hand.

"How bad is it?" Yami no Yugi asked as he climbed onto the platform.

"Its pretty deep," Yami no Bakura said voice stiff. Ryou made a choked whimpering noise in his throat as Yami no Bakura traced the wound with a finger. The grip he had on Yugi's hand tightened.

"What do we do?" Yugi asked fearfully.

"We're going to have to put a tight bandage on his arm with enough pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding," Yami no Bakura instructed. "He's already lost a lot of blood. Give me your jacket," Yami no Bakura ordered Yami no Yugi harshly. The other dark personality gave up his garment and handed it to Yami no Bakura.

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It had been a while since Malik had heard from his darker half. He had tried to break the ropes binding his hands together by repetitively rubbing them on the surface of a rough rock a few feet away but this had only been successful at making his wrists hurt worse.

Inevitably footsteps were heard outside the cave but they were uneven and not nearly as concealed as they had been before.

Sure enough Malik's darker side entered the cave but he was clutching his chest and it looked as though it was painful for him to breathe. He slid down into the cave, sweat pouring down his face. Malik stared in shock. Had his darker side been injured? It looked like it. Yami no Malik turned and grinned wickedly through the pain.

"Don't worry, main personality, this is nothing compared to what I gave that white haired bastard's host," he sneered.

'Ryou…?' Malik thought horrified.

Rage boiling up inside him once again, Malik aimed a kick at his darker half. Yami no Malik grabbed his foot before it could reach him but winced slightly as he caught it. Malik, seeing his chance, kicked him with the other foot. This one hit Yami no Malik in the square in the face, but the action only made Yami no Malik angry. The darkness reached forward, grabbed Malik by the neck and slammed his head back against the dirt wall. Yami no Malik climbed on top of Malik, no longer grinning but his sharp teeth bared painfully. Malik was forced down into the dirt, sharp rocks digging into his back.

"So that's what it is? You're suddenly worried now that your precious little Ryou is in danger? Is that it?" Yami no Malik snarled in disgust.

'What?' Malik thought confused. 'Precious…? What is he talking about?'

"Were you not even worried about me?" Yami no Malik spat nastily. "I'm your only chance of survival! I'm protecting you! Without me you wouldn't have a chance of living through this battle!" His voice was harsh and painful against Malik's ears. Malik kicked his legs uselessly and screamed into his gag, refusing to look at the creature sitting on top of him. Yami no Malik grabbed his lighter half's head and forced it to look at him. "You have something to say to me, weak half?" he growled and to Malik's surprise, he tore off Malik's gag. "Go ahead, say it…" he hissed.

Malik shot a dirty at his darker half, took a deep clean breath then opened his mouth wide and screamed at the top of him lungs, voice echoing dulling on the walls of the cave and out into the forest. Yami no Malik, still sitting on top of him, put a hand over his mouth to stop him. Malik bit it, digging his teeth into his darker half's skin. Yami no Malik screeched and yanked his hand away from the original personality's mouth.

"I don't care what I have to do! I'll do whatever it takes to kill you! I hope Yami no Bakura slices you in half! I hope you die!" Malik screamed, struggling to breathe cause Yami no Malik was still on top of his ribs.

To Malik's shock, his darker side grinned. It was a weird sort of grin too, still malicious and full of evil intent but different somehow. It felt like a cold nail was being dragged up Malik's spine. Yami no Malik leaned forward, too far forward; Malik was breathing in his sour breath. Malik could feel parts of Yami no Malik's body he wished he'd never have to feel again.

"You shouldn't talk that way, weak half," Yami no Malik hissed bitterly-sweet into his light's ear, his whole body couching down upon him, pressing into him. "Your words have always been sharp and cold but empty. You do not act upon what you speak," his voice was low and harsh, lips brushed Malik's ear as he talked. "I know you. I know you better than anyone, more than anyone ever will…"

Sharp teeth bit into Malik's soft earlobe.

Panicking, Malik tried to pull his head away, to throw his darker side off and to escape but it was futile. Yami no Malik grabbed his light's head, eyes flashing insanely and forced his mouth upon Malik's. Malik went rigid in utter shock, giving his darker half the chance to drive his tongue deep into Malik mouth, sliding sickly over Malik's own. Yami no Malik's sharp teeth were biting into the side of Malik's cheek. Malik began to struggle hopelessly again. He couldn't breath, his darker side was smothering him, his tongue clogging up the back of Malik's throat.

His mind muddled by fear, Malik couldn't think of anything else and clamped his jaws on Yami no Malik's tongue, biting it hard until it bled. Yami no Malik cried out in pain and smacked Malik hard on the side of his head, making him let go.

"You little fucker!" Yami no Malik shrieked, spitting blood from his bleeding tongue.

"You sick bastard!" Malik cried angrily. "I hope you die! I hope Bakura murders you!"

"No one can kill me, main personality," Yami no Malik hissed. "Even the powers of those other two dark halves are useless. We'll live together, forever, once I control the dark power."

"I'd rather kill myself than live forever with you!" Malik spat hatefully. "I'll bury you in the dark with me!" Malik snapped, violet eyes glowing fiercely. "I'll kill you myself!"

Yami no Malik stared in horror at his light, as stunned as though he had just been struck in the heart.

"Kill… yourself?" Yami no Malik's face twisted painfully, sickly, as though this concept was beyond his understanding. "Didn't I tell you, weak personality? Don't say things you can't follow up on," Yami no Malik spoke deathly, turned from his lighter half forcefully and tearing his eyes away from his hateful fierce stare. "Give up you're struggling and stay quiet."

Yami no Malik's pale dead expression suddenly widened. He clutched a hand to his stomach. Nausea was building up in his gut. He stumbled clumsily as fast as he could with his cracked ribs out of the cave. Leaning against a nearby tree, Yami no Malik emptied the contents of his stomach into its roots, muscles heaving and rippling painfully. Exhausted, he lowered himself to the ground, his legs too shaky to support himself.

"He wouldn't…" Yami no Malik muttered to himself, acidic breath escaping from his lips. "He wouldn't… I can't… we can't…"

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"Looks like he's finally asleep," Yugi breathed triumphantly, pulling some of Ryou's sweaty bangs away from his face. Yami no Bakura nodded mutely, not looking in their direction. He was sitting next to his unconscious host on the deck, his hands and shirt were smeared with blood. Ryou was lying on the wooden platform, breathing heavily in his tormented slumber, pale skin glowing with a feverish sweat and a large section of Yami no Yugi's jacket tied around his upper arm in a bloody bandage.

"His bandages will need changing soon," Yami no Bakura said, not looking at his host as he folded up his black leather overcoat into a pillow and placed it under his host's head. "Yugi, you'll need to prepare new bandages for us to use later when he needs it. Use this to make the next bandage," he said and handed the rest of the jacket to the shorter teen. Yugi nodded. "I need to talk to you," Yami no Bakura hissed to Yami no Yugi. Yugi's darker side nodded awkwardly and followed Yami no Bakura to the other side of the small platform.

"What do you want, Bakura?" Yami no Yugi questioned suspiciously.

"We need to get out of this game as soon as possible," Yami no Bakura said firmly, eyes sharp and serious.

"You're worried about your light?" Yami no Yugi asked, knowledgeably.

"I don't know what effect this illusion world will have on him," Yami no Bakura admitted. "His wound could get infected and damage his body in the real world."

'You mean your body,' Yami Yugi thought bitterly but he kept that comment to himself.

"Someone will need to scout out where Yami no Malik is hiding," Yami no Bakura continued. "He already knows where we are, we need to get one step ahead of him. He has to be storing the original Malik somewhere; he would have wanted to keep him out of his way. He'll also need somewhere to recover. I gave him at least two fractured ribs," Yami no Bakura explained, smirking. "Now's the best time to find his hideout."

"What then?" Yami no Yugi questioned. "Remember we've got Ryou to worry about now; he'll slow us down. And…" Yami no Yugi looked around and saw his light busy on the other side of the platform. "…I want to keep aibou out of danger, if it's possible," Yami no Yugi whispered very quietly. Yami no Bakura scowled.

"Your weak feelings will only make things harder," Yami no Bakura drawled, thoroughly annoyed.

Yami no Yugi glared at him. "Keep out of my business!" he snapped. Yami no Bakura scoffed.

"Like I care about your intimate relationship with your host," Yami no Bakura said, rolling his eyes. Yami no Yugi's face grew hot, Yami no Bakura smirked.

"Shut up," Yami Yugi hissed, eyes darting nervously over to Yugi.

"I didn't say anything," Yami no Bakura taunted, still grinning cruelly. Yami no Yugi took a deep breath, trying to collect himself.

"What about this scheme of yours, Bakura?" Yami no Yugi challenged, changing the subject. "What do you plan to do after we find his hiding place?"

"We can't leave yadonushi and your light here, if that's what you're thinking. They'll be too venerable if Yami no Malik gets away from us and doubles back to this place. We'll have to bring them along where we can keep an eye on them." Yami no Bakura turned sharply to the other dark soul. "The only way to do this is to kill Yami no Malik," Yami no Bakura said frankly.

"I thought you said there was a way to get all of us out of this world, without killing each other?" Yami no Yugi accused suspiciously.

"There is, if we all cooperate and Yami no Malik is not one to cooperate with others," Yami no Bakura explained obviously. "He will try to kill us all for the fun of it."

"I will not kill him, Bakura," Yami no Yugi said darkly, eyes narrowing. "Yami no Malik has done no more evil than we have." Yami no Bakura's frown twitched.

"You must have realized it by now," Yami no Bakura said in a low tone so that the light side of Yugi couldn't over hear. "Yami no Malik is different than us."

"What are you talking about?" Yami no Yugi questioned, eyebrow wrinkling suspiciously.

"Yami no Malik knows nothing but power and wants nothing but destruction. He is an animal of impulse and greed, he does not plan and he strikes when convenient, without mercy or honor for his prey. He was born from a child's nightmares and the powers of darkness. He cannot comprehend real human emotions."

"And?" Yami no Yugi asked coolly, arms crossed suspiciously over his chest. "How is that different than us?" Yami no Bakura's dark brown eyes flashed, Yami no Yugi knew he was serious.

"When we arrived at Egypt, you noticed something, didn't you?" Yami no Bakura accused. "Something familiar?"

"I don't know," Yami no Yugi admitted carelessly. Now that he thought of it, he had been feeling weird ever since they arrived, as if a strange ache had reawakened in his stomach but it wasn't anything remarkable. "But what does that have to do with this, Bakura?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while now and… what if there's more to this dark power than we thought?" Yami no Bakura continued very seriously. "What if there's something more? Something deeper? Something older? Like we and this dark power are connected somehow." Yami no Yugi scowled. If that was the case, hadn't it been obvious from the start. After all people with split personalities didn't ever develop real powers.

"And how is that going to help us get out of this game?" Yami no Yugi asked sharply. "I don't know what this dark power is. I don't know even who I am or where I came from," he admitted truthfully. "And right now, I don't care as long as aibou gets out of here alive." Yami no Bakura was back to old self again in one cold emotionless scowl.

"Your feeble bonds will be the ruin of us," Yami no Bakura snapped. "We must kill Yami no Malik now while we have the chance and the easiest way is to go after Yami no Malik's weakness."

"Weakness?" Yami no Yugi wondered. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious!" Bakura hissed, "When we find the hideout, you can lure Yami no Malik out and away from the entrance then I'll sneak in and kill Malik, therefore killing them both." Yami no Yugi's eyes narrowed dramatically.

"No! There is no reason to kill him," Yami no Yugi snapped, steadfast. Yami no Bakura glared at his temporary ally.

"Don't be naïve!" he snapped harshly. "The easiest way to kill Yami no Malik is to execute his lighter half. It's the only way I can guarantee your precious partner's perfect health," he added, smirking evilly. Yami no Yugi's eyes hardened.

"I will not kill another person," he said stubbornly. "Aibou doesn't like it when I kill people." Yami no Bakura scowled deeply.

"No," a voice spoke behind the two dark souls. Yami no Yugi looked up to see Yugi suddenly walking over toward them. "We can't kill anyone! Not even Yami no Malik!" Yugi insisted urgently.

"Nothing has been decided yet, aibou," Yami no Yugi tried to explain.

"But you were planning it, weren't you?" Yugi asked looking from his dark side to Yami no Bakura. Yami no Yugi hesitated. "Didn't we decide no decision was going to made unless we all agree on it!"

"It's the best plan. Yami no Malik will not listen to reason. He will not help us get out of this world," Yami no Bakura pointed out seriously.

"Then we can capture him and make him listen," Yugi suggested. Yami no Bakura rolled his eyes exhaustingly.

"You are not listening! That won't work," Yami no Bakura spat nastily. "He'd rather see us all trapped in here forever than help. You're wasting your energy trying to save a shadow! Think about what would happen if we unleashed that animal onto the world with ten times the power he had before! He only wants to destroy; the world would be better off without him! Malik certainly would be…" Yami no Bakura added darkly.

"Isn't that's for Malik to decide?" a new voice spoke from the shadows of the tree. Yugi spun around and found Ryou, breathing heavily, clinging to the trunk of the tree for support.

"Ryou-kun!" Yugi cried and ran to his side. "You shouldn't be moving around." Ryou's feverish brown eyes stared right at his dark side, almost threateningly.

"How about a compromise then?" Ryou continued, letting Yugi help him onto the floor. "Let Malik decide weather to kill him or not, after all he's the one who will have to live him the rest of his life."

"I like that idea," Yugi agreed.

"I do as well," Yami no Yugi added, turning to Yami no Bakura, red eyes glinting. "Its up to you, mighty one?" he taunted. Yami no Bakura scowled hatefully at all three of them and tore his face away from his light side's stare.

"You are all weak!" he spat. Ryou's eyes would not move away from his darker side; Yami no Bakura could feel them watching him. "However it seems I have no choice but to consent, but remember," he turned his face back on Ryou, dark eyes sharp. "If Malik wants to kill him, none of you can stop him."

"Agreed," Yami no Yugi said gravely. Yugi nodded. Ryou remained silent, eyes drooping tiredly as if he was about to fall asleep. Yami no Bakura scowled. He stood up walked across the circle and took his light out of Yugi's arms.

"He needs rest," Yami no Bakura said shortly, picking Ryou up and helping him over to his sleeping space. Yugi and his dark side watched in confusion.

That was weird, Yami no Yugi said, a little unnerved. Yugi smiled.

See. Bakura does care about his host, Yugi pointed out as he watched Yami no Bakura lowered Ryou back down on the platform. Yami no Yugi frowned.

He just doesn't want his precious body damaged when he gets back to the real world, Yami no Yugi insisted coldly. After he was sure his host was settled, Yami no Bakura stood up and looked over to the silently communicating pair.

"I'm going to look for Malik's hideout," Yami no Bakura said shortly then took one of his battle glaives and left, long white hair disappearing off into the trees. Yugi sighed and turned back to his dark side.

Why can't you give Bakura a chance? Yugi asked. He's trying to help us. Yami no Yugi looked away.

I just don't trust him, Yami no Yugi admitted sourly.Yugi looked thoughtful, eyes meeting his darker side's.

Did Bakura say something to you? Yugi asked after a moment. Yami no Yugi looked away.

It's nothing, the dark soul insisted. Yugi stared at him intently but let the matter go. If his dark didn't want to tell him now, Yugi would wait. I don't like this game, Yami no Yugi admitted, glaring hatefully at the floor. Too many people are suffering. And who knows what will happen once we get out of here. He looked up at the unmoving gray artificial sky. These illusions, this dark power, it only gets more confusing.

But we have to continue, Yugi added gravely. We can't go back now.

Yami no Yugi nodded solemnly in mute agreement.

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The first initial shock of the wound had subsided but the pain still remained. It was hard enough for Ryou to sleep or to even keep still on the wooden platform with the pain in his arm but the light from the sun that never set also kept him awake. Drifting in and out of semi-unconsciousness, Ryou saw shadows of Yugi and his Yami talking silently in other side of the wooden floor. He's own darker side must have gone off for Ryou hadn't seen him for some time. It was a surprise for him, waking from a long restless doze, to find his darker half sitting right beside him.

"How are you sleeping?" Yami no Bakura asked, again not looking at his host.

"Badly," Ryou answered truthfully. The wooden boards were digging painfully into his back. Ryou tried to shift over to his side to get more comfortable and ended up putting pressure on his wound. Ryou gasped in pain and returned to his original position, back muscles screaming in protest.

"Stop trying to move," Yami no Bakura ordered harshly. "You'll re-open your wound." Ryou turned his head away from his darker side, jaw clenched. Stubborn silence followed. Ryou's face grimaced as he felt his muscles knot and complain.

"I need to sit up," Ryou said and began to raise himself on his good arm. Much to his surprise, Yami no Bakura leaned forward to help him. "I can handle it," Ryou protested weakly but Yami no Bakura ignored him and helped Ryou place his back up against the tree up. Ryou felt his vertebrae crack back into place. He sighed, muscles relaxing.

"You need to rest," Yami no Bakura said sternly.

"I can't sleep any more, I'm too uncomfortable." Yami no Bakura frowned but kept his silence. Ryou looked out over the platform. Yugi was in the corner, doozing in the shade of their tree. "Where's mou hitori no Yugi?"

"Looking for Malik's hideout," Yami no Bakura answered shortly. There was silence again. Neither one of them could think of anything to say to each other. Ryou sighed and gazed around at the repetitive scenery, looking anywhere except for where his dark side sat.

"Why do you think Malik won't want to kill his dark side?" Yami no Bakura asked suddenly. Ryou could read no emotion in his voice.

"Why do you think that he will?" Ryou asked tentatively, keeping his eyes firmly placed on his blue sneakers.

"Malik would have the chance to destroy his evil half forever," Yami no Bakura said sharply, almost accusingly. "The one who has been torturing him for his whole life. Who wouldn't kill their tormentor if they had the chance?" Ryou stared thoughtfully down at his shoes.

"Maybe Malik needs him," Ryou said cautiously. "Yami no Malik is an outlet for Malik's negative emotions. All of his anger, hate, and fear. Maybe some part of Malik wants to be reminded of that?" Yami no Bakura snorted, unbelievingly.

"Why would you need the reminder?" Yami no Bakura hissed. "Its ridiculous."

"To remember the bad things that happened to him in his life," Ryou suggested. "To remember where he came from." He looked up and was shocked to find his darker half staring at him with those cold emotionless almost black eyes. Ryou's stomach dropped and he immediately looked away. There was more silence.

At that exact moment, Yami no Yugi poked his head over the side of the platform.

"Did you find anything?" Yugi asked, getting up and walking over to the edge of the platform to help his dark side up.

"Yep," Yami no Yugi said. "I found their hiding place. It's a cave not too far from here."

Yami no Bakura stood up. "We should go." He turned to Ryou. "Can you walk?"

"I'll try," Ryou said and Yami no Bakura helped Ryou to his feet.

"Alright, we'll go in formation," Yami no Bakura said briskly, supporting Ryou with one arm. "Yami no Yugi, you go in front, show us the way and keep look out. I'll follow behind you. Yadonushi will be behind me and Yugi after him, okay?"

"Why am I in the back?" Yugi asked, feeling uneasy that he was so far away from his darker half. Yami no Yugi frowned for the same reason. Yami no Bakura scowled.

"If Yami no Malik, for some reason, attacks from behind, I don't want yadonushi to be there alone," Bakura explained. Yugi nodded reluctantly, nerves working their way up into Yugi's throat. Yami no Bakura handed a glaive to Ryou.

"Protect yourself if you need to, for now just use it to help you walk," Yami no Bakura instructed. Ryou nodded and took the weapon with shaky hands.

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YAY! Ryou and Bakura… avoiding eye contact! Its sign of true love.

Yami no Malik is a creepy creepy crazy man. Nuff said.

(cries) POOR RYOU-KUN! (blows nose) Least Bakura has to pay attention to him now…

Next chapter! They go after Yami no Malik but the battle's not without causalities… (EEEEEEEEEEKK! (worries)) Malik and Yami no Malik need to have a little talk. This can not be good.

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