Okay so I got this review from this person called: " -.- " who said:

" ...it's good but...I don't know, Yami no Yugi is too...whiney. "

That's a fine review. As I've said before I love constructive criticism but if you are going to give me a comment like that at least give me a chance to discuss it! Myresponse to this person would be: "What do you mean whiny? Do you mean, he's fawning too much over Yugi or that he's too concerned about Bakura? Or is he complaining too much? Give me some examples, please. (Gross! I sound like my teacher!)" But honestly, how am I supposed to correct my mistake if I don't know what my reviewers are talking about? I want to improve! On the other hand… YAY! MY FIRST SLIGHTLY NON-POSITIVE REVIEW! (does a dance)

This week really sucks. Like I should really not be doing this. I need to work. I got so many projects… I should have done this last weekend… or next but that would have been even worse. ARG! Better get it done quick then.

Good news! I only have two more weeks of school and then I'm practically DONE! DONE! YAY!

NOTE: A lot of these scenes were influenced by the manga. If you haven't read the manga, you should, but for now just go with the flow.

This chapter brought to you by the fact that Yami no Malik actually carved off his father's back in the manga and gave it to Rishido. Eeeewww… creepy…

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Chyaputa 20: Dark Room of Nightmares

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Barely five feet into his chosen doorway, a cold wash of air passed over Yugi's body making him shiver. He could no longer feel anyone else's presence, not even the faintest echo of his other half's thoughts. Yugi stopped in his tracts, stunned by the emptiness in his mind and in his thoughts. His hands were trembling, fear was closing in upon his heart.

He knew he was completely alone.

'Mou hitori no boku,' Yugi tried calling to his other half but there was no answer, their precious mind link had dissolved. Yugi stood there trembling for a few seconds in the dark, confused and frightened. 'What do I do?' Yugi asked the darkness. Could he go back? Yugi turned around and saw nothing but darkness behind him as well, the circular room with its merrily burning torches was gone. Yugi gulped and faced forward again. He could see nothing behind him and nothing in front of him, his ears only picked up the pulsing of his own heart, like he was trapped in a black void.

'I have no choice then,' Yugi said to himself firmly, hands balled into fists determinedly at his side. 'I have to continue forward.' Yugi took a step towards the darkness, his foot echoing dully on the cold stone floor. He forced his feet to walk steadily forward, one foot carefully placed in front of the other to make sure he was walking in a straight line. Suddenly he crashed into something hard and solid.

"A wall?" Yugi said out loud, voice echoing eerily in the empty air. He ran his hands across the barrier's smooth solid surface.

'I'll just have to go around it,' Yugi thought to himself. He turned to his left and walked along the edge of the wall, his hand dragging across its surface as he passed. Rather suddenly, to Yugi's surprise, the wall ended. Yugi turned right, now he was facing the same direction he had been in when he had entered the corridor in the first place. Yugi walked forward and almost immediately walked into another wall.

'What's with all these walls?' Yugi asked frustrated, examining this new wall with his hands, unable to see. It too ended shortly, cut by a 90 degree angel to form yet another corridor.

'This is…' Yugi thought in terror, realization hitting him.

"A maze."

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Malik was running as fast as he could down the hall, flying passed the walls on either side of him. Suddenly he realized there was a second set of footsteps echoing along the corridor with his own. Had his Yami followed him down this doorway? No, the footsteps seemed to be coming from the path ahead of him. Malik ran faster trying to catch up to the person. The stone hallway he was in turned a sharp corner, Malik turned around it and stopped dead in his tracts.

The person standing ahead of him was his sister, Ishizu Ishtar.

"Ne-san?" Malik gaped. But it couldn't be her, she was dead and besides she was totally the wrong age. The Ishizu standing in front of him was a teenager, somewhere between 15 or 16 years old.

"Be quiet," she hissed, putting a finger to her lips. She sounded like his sister.

"But you're dead..." Malik protested weakly. Ishizu threw him a harsh look.

"Do you want Chichiue to find out we've been to the outside!" she snapped, voice barely above a whisper.

"Outside?" Malik repeated, a feeling of familiar horror grasping his heart.

"No one can find out where we've been, its forbidden to go outside the village, remember?" she continued as though there had been no interruption. "Now, come on, let's check on Rishido..."

There was a scream from down the hallway. Malik's ears were ringing. This scene was all too familiar.

"What was that?" Ishizu said, losing her quiet tone. She sounded afraid. "Rishido?" She turned away from Malik and started running back down the hallway again, long black hair swinging.

"No, Ne-san!" Malik shouted. "You can't go in there!"

'No, not today. Not this day. No please...' Malik screamed inside his head. Despite his better judgment, Malik broke into a run, following his sibling down the stone corridor. 'Not this day, anything but this day...' They reached an all too familiar door.

"Ne-san, please don't go in there!" Malik pleaded even though he knew it was hopeless. Ishizu acted as though she couldn't hear him."Ne-san please..." Ishizu looked inside of it and gasped, hands flying up to cover her mouth. There was another scream from inside the room. Malik couldn't stop himself from looking.

Rishido was lying on the floor; harsh burns covered his back, skin charred in black and white blisters. The smell of blood and burning flesh stung Malik's nose and made him feel like he was going to hurl. He was getting dizzy.

"No, no, no, no..." Malik protested. He ordered his feet to move, to run away from the scene but his limbs wouldn't listen.

"Malik, Ishizu..." a deep fierce voice said. Malik looked up to see his father standing Rishido's lifeless body, two red hot pokers in his dark hands. His murderous mad eyes found his son and Malik froze terrified to the spot. "Look at this servant! This is what happens to you if you break one of the clan's rules!" Ishizu cried out, a frightened sob escaping her lips from behind her hands. Malik's light violet eyes were fixed upon the fatally wounded Egyptian on the floor.

"Rishido..." Malik said, voice shaking.

'Please, not again. I don't want to see this again...'

"Malik, your punishment is next!" his father growled, walking toward Malik, hot pokers raised.

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Yami no Yugi continued down his hallway for quite some time after he lost contact with his light. The corridor made no turns, continuing straight onward, low burning candles dimly lit the space, their wax dripping onto the floor. Finally Yami no Yugi reached a large open room also dimly lit. Shadows hung menacingly in every corner but he wasn't fooled, Yami no Yugi could feel someone watching him.

"Come out! Stop hiding like a coward in the shadows and face me!" Yami no Yugi demanded the empty room. "I will not be intimidated by this darkness." There was a low chuckle from the shadows across the room. Yami no Yugi's gazed hardened.

"I would expect nothing less from the omniscient king of games," a voice said. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, slick as water. Its black cloak trailing on the stone floor hid all its features. Yami no Yugi scoffed coldly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are still hiding in disguises," Yami no Yugi growled. "Face me honorably." The dark figure laughed again as it slowly drew closer.

"I'm sorry but this cloak is not for my protection but for your own," the figure explained apolitically, its cold voice echoing from the folds of the fabric. Yami no Yugi snorted.

"I canhandle any face you hold," Yami no Yugi said coolly. "You are here to challenge me, aren't you? Hurry up and take off your mask."

"Very well, since you insisted," the figure chuckled again. A hand appeared from within the cloak, rose and then swept its large hood away from its face. Yami no Yugi saw it and his throat tightened, mouth open in horror.

The creature had Yugi's face, down to every last detail.

"Aibou!" Yami no Yugi exclaimed, taking a step forward, losing his cool composure immediately. "What are you doing here? How did you get into my doorway?" The Yugi in front of him grinned. A cold wicked, very un-Yugi-like grin.

"You've forgotten yourself," the Yugi hissed, his voice sharp and icy. "I am not your partner." Yami no Yugi stopped in his tracts, face sketched with confusion.

"I don't understand…" Yami no Yugi said. The creature with Yugi's face cackled harshly, purple eyes unkind.

"When you and your partner entered the darkness' judgement, you both left your body behind," the darkness demon explained. "So I took it as my new host! It fits me perfectly, now that there isn't any souls inside of it," the creature chuckled.

"You bastard!" Yami no Yugi snarled angrily. "I said to show me your true face!"

"This is my true face," the creature answered simply, Yugi's purple eyes staring at him coldly. "Why? Does it bother you that I look like your precious companion?" Yami no Yugi would not answer he was to busy fuming with anger.

"I shall not forgive you," Yami no Yugi growled. The creature shrugged, using Yugi's mouth to smirk maliciously.

"Let's begin. If you can beat me in a shadow game I'll give your companion his body back," his opponent explained smoothly in Yugi's voice.

"Name your game," Yami no Yugi spat rudely.

"How about Duel Monsters?" the creature suggested carelessly. "A prefect game for our situation."

"How is it prefect?" Yami no Yugi asked coldly, hands forming fists at his side. He was angry at himself for being tricked by this fake. This creature, this thing of darkness was not his light, not his partner. Then why was it that every time the creature moved or spoke his heart jolted like when he was talking to Yugi?

'He is not aibou!' Yami no Yugi said more firmly. A table grew out of the dark floor, a chair at either end, one for Yami no Yugi and one for his opponent.

"Do you know how Duel Monsters game was created?" the Yugi look-a-like asked mildly, sitting down at his end of the table.

"A company in America made them," Yami no Yugi commented coldly, sitting down as well. The creature grinned icily.

"A man named Pegasus J. Crawford invented them after he visited Egypt," the thing with Yugi's face answered. "He came to this very temple and was inspired by the pictographs on the wall and the scenes of monsters destroying cities."

"Pegasus?" Yami no Yugi questioned forcefully.

'There was a man in the mental hospital named Pegasus with aibou,' Yami no Yugi remembered. The creature grinned as though he could guess what Yami no Yugi was thinking.

"On with the game," his opponent said. A deck of cards appeared at each end of the table. Yami no Yugi drew five cards from the top of his deck.

"How do I know you haven't filled my deck with bad cards?" Yami no Yugi questioned suspiciously. The creature with Yugi's face shrugged.

"Either way you'll have to use them," he said carelessly.

Yami no Yugi scowled bitterly. 'Then I've got to finish this game as soon as possible...'he thought. 'I need to get out here and find aibou.'

"I'll go first," Yami no Yugi said and drew another card from his deck.

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Yami no Bakura strode forcefully forward, his feet dragging through hungry tendrils of darkness that tried to grasp him. He waved them off carelessly as though they were nothing but threads of smoke. A room appeared before him, its walls painted the familiar blinding white color of the mental hospital. Yami no Bakura scowled.

"This annoying place again?" he cursed hatefully. There was a figure lying in the middle of the white floor. Yami no Bakura drew closer and discovered it was Malik. He was wearing a straight jacket and what looked like an electric collar on his neck.

"Ne-san?" Malik cried on the floor, his voice weak, his violet eyes pleading. "What did I do wrong? Are you trying to kill me, Ne-san? Am I going to die in this hospital?" Yami no Bakura smirked and crouched down next to Malik's whimpering form.

"Sorry, Malik. Your Ne-san isn't here," Yami no Bakura taunted, dark eyes widening in anticipation. "Was this part of your treatment? Electric shock therapy?" Yami no Bakura chuckled. "But I'll do you a favor and help get this useless trinket off your neck…" Yami no Bakura's pale fingers curled under the golden electric collar. Malik screamed as the collar sprung into life, burning electric currents shooting into his copper skin. Yami no Bakura protected his own hand from being shocked by coating it with a layer of shadow power. Finally, with one last sharp yank the fastening on the collar snapped and Bakura extracted the trinket from around Malik's neck.

"I'll take this now," Yami no Bakura hissed staring down at the golden necklace, grinning insanely.

The image of Malik lying broken on the floor shattered into a million pieces.

"Are you going to show me something else, Yami-sama?" Yami no Bakura growled. The room went very dark and then a light shined at the end of the hall. Yami no Bakura approached the light warily.

There was a painting of a beautiful woman at the end of the corridor. She had long blonde hair and a light blue frilly dress that rippled eerily within the two-dimensional canvass.

"It's you, is it?" Yami no Bakura scoffed coldly, looking unimpressed.

"Darling," the woman called to him in English, opening her arms to Bakura lovingly. She had a very pretty face. "Let's go home, darling."

"Too bad," Yami no Bakura snapped coldly. "You husband doesn't remember you. You are calling to an empty shell, Cynthia." Yami no Bakura smirked, emotionless eyes flashing. He pressed his hand up against the portrait and threw his dark energy into the painting, threading it through the canvas. The woman screamed shrilly, as her picture was ripped viciously apart.

"Now if you would be kind enough to give me what I came for…" Yami no Bakura growled coldly. The painting exploded into bright blue flames, the woman's painful shrieks grew louder and then finally stopped. The golden frame of the picture melted into a hissing lump on the floor at Bakura's feet.

A perfectly round bubble expanded from the golden rapidly cooling mess, but it did not finally explode like the others did. Instead it rolled off the rest of the melted metal and onto the floor. Without hesitation, Yami no Bakura picked this round golden ball from the ground. It was cool enough to hold. Yami no Bakura rolled it over in his hands and saw a golden eye carved into one side of it.

Yami no Bakura smirked and pocketed the round object.

"Two down," he mused, anticipation glowing in his dark eyes. He continued passed the ruined painting and down his stone hallway.

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Ryou walked out of his hallway and found what looked like a castle stone courtyard. There were walls like a fortress all around him and a two sets of stone steps in front of him both leading to the castle's great iron doors.

"Where am I?" Ryou asked himself, looking around curiously. The sky above looked liked it had been pieced together with red and blue blotches of paint. Ryou shivered, it looked creepy. He noticed something that looked like a sign on the other side of the courtyard. He walked over to it and found that it was a large mirror. As Ryou caught sight of his reflection inside of it, he gasped.

His clothing had changed drastically. Ryou was now wearing white robes with golden yellow trim around the edges and a white hat. There was a golden yellow ankh on the front of his tabard and on the front of his hat. The top of golden staff in his hand also resembled an ankh.

"What the?" Ryou muttered in awe, examining himself in the mirror. He recognized the clothing; he was dressed as his favorite character the White Mage in Monster World. At one of Ryou's first mental hospitals one of the nurses had showed him the Table Top RPG game called Monster World and taught him to play. He had fallen in love with the game almost immediately.

'That's when the trouble started...' Ryou thought to himself, dark depressed thoughts creeping back into his mind. 'I never wanted to stop, it was so fun. Then the nurses and other patients I played against started tolose consciousness after they played with me, most went into comas.' Ryou gulped some sick feeling of guilt back down into his stomach. 'If I hadn't wanted to play so bad maybe those people wouldn't have gotten hurt.' He looked down at his golden staff, brown eyes thoughtful in remembrance.

'Wait!' Ryou thought, an idea hitting him. 'If I'm dressed as the White Mage then I must be in Monster World!'

All the sudden there was a flash light above him. Ryou looked up to see words carving themselves over the mirror, jagged and rough as though they had been scratched there by an invisible hand.

Its True Name is the Key

"True name?" Ryou repeated.

The doors the castle burst violently open, clinging desperately to their hinges. Ryou turned around, apprehension growing in his stomach. Out of the gigantic doorway, a huge thing, ten times the size of Ryou stepped out, a gust of fowl smelling wind in its wake.

The thing's shape slightly resembled a man, only more grotesque. It had huge muscles covering every inch of its tight flesh, dark grayish green skin and on top of a thick neck sat a gruesome head that looked more like the skull of some carnivorous beast, orbs of fiery red glowing within its eye sockets. It had huge white teeth and carried a long heavy black cape around its spiked shoulders. Ryou gaped in horror, his face going very pale.

"Z-Zork the Dark Master..." Ryou mouthed barely above a whisper. When playing Monster World you were either the Dark Master or one of the adventurers. The Dark Master controlled all the evil creatures and characters while the adventures tried to take him down. In the game, the final evil character was always Zork the Dark Master.

'Does this mean that I have to defeat Zork?' Ryou thought, limbs still frozen to the spot. 'But I'm only one adventurer! To defeat the Dark Master it takes a whole group of adventures working together! I can't defeat the Dark Master all by myself!'

Zork's red eyes had spotted Ryou's tiny white figure. The Dark Master faced his open palm towards the White Mage. Ryou knew this stance, he knew what was coming.

"S-shinning Shield Level 13!" Ryou cried, placing his golden staff directly in front of himself. There was a flash of white light at the same moment when Zork aimed a large brilliant fireball at the White Mage. The air around Ryou shuddered and then exploded as Ryou was thrown back against the wall from the force of Zork's attack.

Pain ached in Ryou's muscles as he slid onto the floor. He was breathing hard, brain working fast trying to remember anything he could about the game of Monster World that would help him defeat Zork. What bothered him the most was that Ryou had felt the enormous heat from that fireball attack and the pain in his back from being thrown against the wall was definitely real.

'If he hits me with his attack and I'll lose all my Health Points, I'll die...' Ryou realized. Zork was turning to face him again. Ryou pulled himself off the wall, kicked furiously off the ground and ran, sweaty trembling hands clutching desperately to his staff.

"I'll die..." Ryou repeated numbly.

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Yugi's fingers and toes had gone stingingly numb with cold. There was no heat in the darkness and the further Yugi walked the worse it seemed to get. Yugi's numb needle filled hands could barely tell if there was a wall in front of him or not anymore. He had lost his sense of direction hours ago and was now wandering aimlessly in the dark. Walls appeared out of nowhere and the sound of his own strained ragged breathing was the only way Yugi still knew he was alive.

Finally Yugi's hands failed to warn him that there was a wall in front of him and Yugi slammed his knees painfully against it. Yugi collapsed on the cold stone floor, his empty skull banged on the hard surface. Yugi lay there for a moment, or maybe for hours, time didn't exist anymore, his shivering body molding into the hard floor.

'Am I going to die here?' Yugi asked himself. His breathing slowed. He couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not, there wasn't any difference.

'Mou hitori no boku... I'm sorry... I only wish I could to see you again…'

Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him but as Yugi lay there he thought the darkness was thinning out to form faint shapes around him. He thought he could see the corner of a wall hovering above him.

'See...' Yugi thought slowly, his brain started to move again. 'If I can see that, then there must be some light... somewhere...' Yugi stared desperately around. He thought the darkness seemed a little less in the path to the left of him. Too weak to get to his feet, Yugi crawled down the left path, numb clumsily hands slipping on the cold floor.

The light was definitely lessening now, Yugi crawled faster, heavy breathing drying out his parched throat.

He turned a corner and then he saw it. A small piece of gold was lying on the floor in the middle of the path. There was a faint glow of golden light radiating off its surface that seemed painfully bright to Yugi's starved eyes. He picked up the piece with trembling fingers. It was warm to the touch. He held the small piece of gold in his hands, letting his warmth bring the feeling back to his fingers.

Slowly he pulled himself to his feet, the tiny glowing piece hugged tightly to his chest. He continued onward down the winding twisting paths, no longer walking into walls. A little way ahead, Yugi saw the same faint glow to a path to his right. He turned and found another piece of this mysterious golden metal. He picked that one up as well, now a double amount of light was guiding him onward.

He had found three more pieces, his collection leading him steadily down the twists and turns of the dark maze. Now that it was lighter Yugi noticed how each of the golden pieces had its own unique shape yet all the pieces had edges and corners in right angles.

'Its like they're supposed to fit together,' Yugi thought, moving the pieces around in his hand. 'Like a puzzle.'

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"I sacrifice my Gemini Elf and my face down defense monster to summon, Serpent Night Dragon," Yugi announced. No, not Yugi, the creature who had stolen his aibou's face. Yami no Yugi had to keep reminding himself he wasn't fighting his aibou. His opponent took his two monsters off the table top and placed his 2300 ATK monster on the field. "And I think," the Yugi look-a-like mused, eyes narrowed. "I'll attack that face down monster of yours." Yami no Yugi flipped his defense monster, it was Giant Soldier of Stone, 2000 DEF, and placed it his graveyard.

"My turn," Yami no Yugi said and drew a card from his deck.

"Did you know that the pictographs in this temple actually tell a story?" Yami no Yugi's opponent said. "Apparently there was a time 3000 years ago in ancient Egypt when there were real monsters."

"You should focus on your strategy, instead of telling useless stories," Yami no Yugi advised coldly. The Yugi across the table from him raised an eyebrow.

"Its quite an interesting story actually," the creature continued, smirking. "The priests released these monster's from stone tablets, kind of like how we're using cards, huh?" Yami no Yugi frowned.

"I summon Elf Swordsman," Yami no Yugi announced. The evil Yugi snorted.

"Did you forget? Your monster's ATK is only 1400. Even with an equip card you'd never get close to my monster's attack!" Yugi laughed. Yami no Yugi's tight mouth broke into a smirk.

"Is that so?" the darker half of Yugi questioned coldly, red eyes glinting dangerously. "I play Megamorph and equip it my Elf Swordsman. As long as my Life Points are lower than yours, my monster's attack is doubled." Yami no Yugi folded his arms coolly. "Your Serpent Night Dragon is destroyed."

Yugi shrugged and moved his monster into the graveyard. "But my Life Points go down 500 points making them lower than yours so Elf Swordsman's ATK is halved to 700. You've left yourself defenseless, how very careless of you."

"I place a face down card on the field and end my turn," Yami no Yugi said.

Yugi, not Yugi, grinned. "A trap, is it?" he asked casually. "Its rather obvious for you, I'm disappointed. Are you holding back cause you're afraid of hurting your lighter half's body?"

"Make your move," Yami no Yugi growled. Yugi grinned.

"I summon Neo the Magic Swordsman and then I play a magic card, Mystical Space Typhoon! That will get rid of your annoying trap card," Yugi announced smugly.

Yami no Yugi grinned, his stony indifferent expression disappearing. "You stepped into my trap. I use Tailor of the Fickle as a chain effect to your Mystical Space Typhoon."

"What?" Yugi hissed angrily. Yami no Yugi smirked.

"Tailor of the Fickle lets me move one equip card to any monster I want. I choose to transfer the power of Megamorph to your monster, Neo the Magic Swordsman. And since my Life Points are higher than yours, your monster's attack drops to 850 and my Elf Swordsman is returned its original 1400 ATK." Yugi scowled, eyes half lidded in annoyance.

"A trap behind a trap, huh?" he muttered, bad tempered. "Very well, I end my turn." Yami no Yugi drew a card.

"I sacrifice Elf Swordsmanto summon Curse of Dragon. I attack your Neo the Magic Swordsmen," Yami no Yugi said.

"Yes, yes, and my Life Points go down to 1550," Yugi drawled, almost as though he were bored. "Say, mou hitori no boku, let's make this more interesting?" fake Yugi asked grinning darkly. "How about we bring this shadow game up a level?"

"What are you talking about?" Yami no Yugi questioned. Not Yugi smirked.

"Come on, it'll be fun," he taunted. "Right, mou hitori no boku?"

"Don't you call me that. You are not aibou!" Yami no Yugi barked angrily. The Yugi across the table gazed at Yami no Yugi, a strange unstable light dancing in his purple eyes.

"Did you know, mou hitori no boku, the monsters in ancient Egypt were summoned using dark magic, like the kind you and Bakura-kun and Malik-kun have?" Yugi asked changing subjects rapidly, purple eyes glinting dangerously.

"Stop," Yami no Yugi ordered sternly, stomach clenching uncomfortably. "Stop talking like him." He could see his aibou talking to him in his mind's eye, Yami no Yugi could see his smiling face through those cold purple eyes.

"They were originally created to protect the city against invaders but then one day the monsters fell into the wrong hands and starting attacking the city and the people," Yugi explained offhandedly. "Isn't that interesting, mou hitori-"

"You are not aibou!" Yami no Yugi cried furiously, losing his patience. "It's your turn, go!" Yugi smirked, emotionless eyes leering at him.

"As you wish," fake Yugi taunted, eyes flashing maliciously. "I flip my face down monster, Princess Tsurugi," Yugi announced triumphantly. "Its special effect is to give you 500 points of direct damage to your Life Points for every magic and trap card on your side of the field, and you since you have three, that's 1500 points of direct damage to your Life Points."

It felt as though a knife had pierced Yami no Yugi's chest. He cried out and fell onto the table, oxygen exploding into his injured lungs.

"What did you do?" Yami no Yugi growled, hand clutching at his rapidly beating heart. His chest hurt, it really physically hurt. Yugi chuckled; there was no kindness or softness in those familiar eyes.

"I told you, I'm making the game more interesting. Now every time we go down in Life Points we'll feel the pain of our monsters," Yugi explained, sickeningly gleeful.

"And what will happen when one of us loses?" Yami no Yugi asked apprehensively.

"They'll die, of course," Yugi said obviously. Yami no Yugi growled.

"I never agreed to this! You can't just change the rules half way through our game!" Yami no Yugi snarled. The pain in his chest was not going away but spreading dully through his muscles. Yugi's eyes narrowed ominously, dark shadows were twisting around his face.

"You agreed to a shadow game, my shadow game, and I'll change the rules if I want to," Yugi cackled, purple eyes dancing menacingly. "Your turn, mou hitori no boku," he taunted.

'He really means to kill me,' Yami no Yugi realized straightening up in his chair. 'Aibou really means to kill me… No!' he corrected himself forcefully. 'He is not aibou! And I will defeat him for stealing aibou's body!'

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I love this chapter. There's just so much stuff happening!

Yeah, red-hot pokers are scarier than a whip. The manga in that scene was so graphic. Ew.

So it wasn't all from the manga, got a little bit of Doom arch squeezed in there. That was the only good thing about Doom arch. Well, Amelda was awesome. He's the coolest girl-man I know.

Sorry for having a duel. I really really didn't want one but it makes sense for Yami and the story line. OH! Did you notice? The duel… has no… HOLOGRAMS! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Anyone remember Pegasus? I remember Pegasus. That guy was annoying.

Oh yeah, when Yami no Bakura says, "Are you going to show me something else, Yami-sama?" he's talking directly to the darkness. That's "Yami-sama", in case you were confused.

NEXT CHAPTER! Oh no! Malik's in trouble and Yami no Malik really isn't helping. Ryou's in deep shit as well but Yami no Bakura is a little too distracted by his own past predicament to notice. JOUNOUCHI AND KAIBA RETURN! (dances with happiness)

You see I've noticed something. The more I insult my readers, the more they review. About a third of my reviews last time mentioned "Pond Scum".

So does that mean I have to insult people to get them to review? I'm confused.

REVIEW!

Pwease? This week is going to suck… really really bad.

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