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Still that night, at the park

"So tell me… why are we here again?" Malik asked his yami.

Marik rolled his eyes. "I thought you like this place," he said, a bit annoyed.

"Yes I do, but-" Malik blinked. "How do you know I like the park?"

"Its obvious," said Marik. "I've seen you hanging around here constantly." He eyed his hikari for a moment, noticing that the other was not alert in the least. 'Foolish boy,' thought Marik. 'You're here with your enemy and you're turning your back on them?' He sneaked an arm around Malik's waist, the other still not noticing a thing.

"So you like the park too?" Malik asked, casually sticking his hands in his pockets.

"No," was the short answer.

Malik blinked. "But you… I thought you came here often, with what you said. I mean, how else do you know I'm always around here?"

Marik sniggered slightly. "The atmosphere of the park is way too happy-go-lucky for me, you idiot." He gave a small sigh and continued. "But I live here."

Malik blinked, then turned his head and stared at Marik with wide eyes. "You live here?"

Marik nodded. "Yes."

Malik gaped at his yami. "You actually live here…"

"YES!" Marik snapped. Really, was his hikari deaf?

"You don't have anywhere to stay then?" Malik asked.

Marik shook his head but stayed silent.

Malik eyed Marik's belt for a moment and saw the Rod sticking out there. "You know," he began. "You could've just taken over someone's mind and force them to give you their house."

Marik rolled his eyes. "I would've done that ages ago if I had the Rod. I only got it back not too long ago."

"Oh…" Malik couldn't think of anything to say too his yami anymore so he stayed silent… Until his stomach started to grumble. Marik lifted an eyebrow at that. "Are you hungry?"

It was Malik's time to roll his eyes. "Well duh, no shit! I didn't have anything to eat since you've dragged me out here."

Marik chuckled, but dragged his hikari back to the motorcycle. "Let's go get you something to eat then."

On to Isis and Rishid.

Again Isis was pacing around in the room. Rishid wasn't doing any better. He had been tapping his fingers on the table for hours now.

"Where could he be?" Isis muttered. "He hasn't been back for more than 24 hours. Why didn't he bring his cell phone with him?"

"He never does" said Rishid. Should we call the police?"

Isis shook her head. "No, we don't want people getting in danger when they don't know anything about the situation. If those policemen even hear about Shadow Magic and such, they will laugh their heads off and then, when it's too late… they will regret they've ever interfered in this."

"But when we called Yugi, he said that Malik had gone to school."

"And then he said that his dark half had dragged him away," Isis snapped. "And they never saw him again."

Rishid slumped back in his chair, shrinking to the size of a mouse. "Sorry…" he whispered.

Isis stopped pacing and sighed, shaking her head again, feeling slightly guilty. "No, it's not your fault, Rishid. I'm the one who should say sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It just… I'm so worried about him that I'm taking my frustration out on you."

Righid nodded understandingly. "It's okay. I know how you feel right now. I see him as my little brother too."

Isis sighed. "Ra, tell me. Where is he…"

Yugi's place

"Can I stay in your room?" Yami asked Yugi.

Yugi had introduced Yami to his grandfather when they had gotten back and the man had shrugged and allowed Yami to live with them, but the pharaoh did need to help them at the Game shop after getting out of school. The two look-alikes were happy with that of course.

"Yeah sure," Yugi nodded, totally oblivious to why Yami would want to stay in his room. "You can sleep err…" He looked around in the room. "Uhm… maybe you could sleep in the chair for one more day and then tomorrow I will get you a bed."

Yami frowned. "Can't I…" He could say this… Of course he could, he was the Pharaoh, dammit! "Could I sleep in your bed?"

Yugi blinked. "Err…" He sighed. "Sure, I guess a guest does comes first." He gave Yami a smile. "I'll go get a blanket."

Yami blinked. "A blanket?"

"Well yeah, I'm gonna sleep on the chair, so I'll need a blanket so that I won't get a co-"

"Yugi," Yami cut him off. "I meant if I could sleep with you together in the bed."

"Oh." Yugi blushed. Oh. He wanted to smack his head right then and there. So that was what Yami wanted. "Uhm, well…" Maybe it was normal in the ancient times to sleep with one another. Yugi mentally nodded to himself, that just had to be it. "Yeah okay. Why not?"

"And Yugi?"

"Yes Yami?"

"Tell me… do you like me?"

Bakura's household

Ryou had just shown the Thief around where his room is and they went back to his room.

"How about a game of poker?" Ryou suggested.

"No," said Bakura and flopped down on Ryou's bed.

Ryou crawled next to Bakura and lay down. "Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you always go to nightclubs and such?"

Bakura shrugged. "I like to go to those places and hit on people. It's a yami-thing."

"You never used my body to have sex, right?"

"No." Bakura did have (very) little respect for Ryou's body. But really, why was the kid asking all these questions? "Why asking?"

"Just wanted to know that."

Typically hikari's.

"Bakura?"

"YES!" Bakura snapped, annoyed by the constant 'Bakura?'

"Tell me, are you the dominant-type?"

For the first time in ages Bakura's eyes went wider then plates and his jaw hung open. Ryou rolled himself on top of Bakura and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I guess you're not." He got off of the Thief and walked out of the room, leaving Bakura with a blank mind.

In a restaurant

Marik had taken over everyone's mind in some fancy restaurant and he had dragged his hikari to the best table that the place had.

"Right, let's throw out all the guest in this place," said Marik an insane look plastered on his face.

Malik rolled his eyes. "Why not sending them to the Shadow Realm."

Marik blinked. "Yeah why not," he said, ignoring the sarcasm in that sentence.

Malik widened his eyes. "No! Marik don't!" He took hold of Marik's right arm that was holding the Rod. "Stop that!"

"No," said Marik and he started sending some people to the Shadow Realm.

"Please, Don't do that!" Malik begged. "They're innocent!"

Marik rolled his eyes. "So what. I'm evil, I'm supposed to destroy innocent souls." And he sent an old lady to the Shadow Realm.

"Please Marik, don't do this, I beg you!" He tried in vain to talk Marik out of the thought.

"No, I like this," said Marik, liking it even more now that Malik was protesting against this. Finally his hikari was giving him some attention, instead of trying to ignore him all the time or trying to get away from him.

"Marik please! I thought you wanted me!"

Marik instantly stopped. "Are you saying that if I don't send these people to the Shadow Realm, that you will give yourself to me?" He looked at Malik expectantly.

Malik opened his mouth to say something. But closed it again. What could he say? Yes, and give himself to Marik and live like hell for the rest of his life? Or no, and let al these people die in the Shadow Realm?

"Fine!" snapped Marik when he got no reply. And he was about to send a little girl to the Shadow Realm, when Malik jumped before him.

"If you send one more person to the Shadow Realm, I'll…"

Marik smacked Malik across his already bruised cheek again, letting Malik fall to the floor. "Don't get in my way! I've had more than enough of you, boy!" He glared harshly at Malik. "Tell me. Why should I care for some petty human life when you never gave a chance to me?"

Malik looked at Marik with wide eyes, completely shocked. Was that really Marik? Was that the creep he was scared of? Was that his yami, the heartless bastard, created out of his own anger and hatred? Why did he look like… no, that wasn't possible.

Marik lifted Malik up by the front of his shirt and pushed him onto a table, bending over him. "Tell. Me." He punctuated each word.

Malik closed his eyes…

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