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Note: Thank you all for your reviews! Sorry for taking so long, I had trouble with one of those scenes in this chap. Also the reason whythe chap. isshorter than the last ones.

WARNING: BAKURA FLIRTING, BUT NOT WITH RYOU. It's with a woman. Please, don't kill me it's all part of the plot. And besides, even if B-kun does like women, doesn't mean he can't like men too. (That's to keep all the yaoi-fans down.)

What happened last time

Marik looked at his hikari running away from him…

"Goodbye Malik," he said softly to himself. "This will be the last time you ever see me again…"

Back to the story

"This will be the last time you ever see me again…" Marik closed his eyes and a single tear slipped out of the corner of his left eye. This was the first time he ever cried. And it hurt like hell!

He had waited for almost two months for Malik. He had enough of waiting for him. It was all clear, the boy just didn't want him. There was nothing… nothing left for him. No one wanted him here in Domino City, not even his own hikari, the one closest to him. Hell, no one wanted him alive for all that mattered.

All he had left was a damn Rod. And he was planning to use this last thing he had. He knew what he had to do now. He had come here for revenge. He had come here to kill off every single person that had ended in the Battle City Finals, starting with Malik. He couldn't kill Malik anymore, he didn't know why, but he just couldn't. That didn't mean he couldn't kill off the rest.

A smirk formed itself on his face again, but this smirk was not like the smirks he had before. This one… was empty, just like his world had become.

Yes, he would start with the damn midget-pharaoh. He was probably not able to defeat him, after all, the pharaoh had the Puzzle and the three God-cards, but that didn't matter. He had nothing but his worthless life to lose anyway. And if he did win, he would rule the world and killing off the rest would be easy then.

An empty laugh filled the place and then Marik walked out of the building preparing to face Yami.

The only one left in the restaurant was… Serenity. She had been standing there all the time, pretending like she was invisible. Marik's last sentence kept repeating itself in her head. 'Goodbye Malik, this will be the last time you ever see me again…'

What did he mean with that? Serenity didn't know. What did she have to do? What could a girl like her do in this situation?

She knew what she had to do. She had to talk to someone. She popped out her cell phone and dialled a number. No one knew why. Maybe because she liked this person. Maybe she had a crush on him. Or maybe she was just an idiot. But the number that Serenity dialled was none other than…

Bakura's household

The telephone rang and Bakura ran over to pick it up, so that Ryou wouldn't wake up. "Bakura's household," he said.

"This is Serenity. I'm speaking to Ryou Bakura…?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. He hated that girl. She was so annoying and… Okay, so the only reason he really hated her was because she was an enemy, but so what? "No."

"Oh." It was quiet on the other side of the line.

"Still there?"

"Err… yes," was Serenity's reply. "Could you leave a message to Ryou?"

Bakura sighed and shrugged. "Yeah sure."

"This might be strange, but Ryou would understand. Tell him that Marik said, and I quote: 'Goodbye Malik, this will be the last time you ever see me again…' And tell him that I don't know why he said that, but it didn't sound good at all. So there might be trouble."

Bakura was completely silent. Trouble…? TROUBLE! That girl said there MIGHT be trouble? This was not just TROUBLE. This was a complete disaster! If this was the case, than he would lose the bet to the damn pharaoh, and then…

"Hello…? Are you still there?"

"Yes yes," Bakura quickly replied. "I'll tell him that."

"Okay, thank you. Goodbye."

"No problem. Goodbye." The line went dead and Bakura hung up.

Damn it, what could have happened that caused this all. (Geez, I thought he was supposed to be the Know-It-All, but this sounds like he doesn't know anything!)

What to do, what to do?

He had to figure it out before it was too late! But how…

Bakura's eyes lit up.

In the hotel-room

"He doesn't wanna speak to me," said Rishid.

Isis sighed. "What could have happened? He'd been away for about two days!"

"I don't know…" said Rishid softly.

"Is there anything we can do?" Isis said desperately.

There was knocking on the door. Isis stomped over to the door and jerked it open.

"What!" she snapped very out of character, but you all know she has the right to, due to all the trouble with Malik.

Her eyes went wide, but not like plates or ping pong balls, for she was Isis, the reincarnation of a goddamned priestess. She did NOT EVER let her eyes become plates or ping pong balls. Anyway, her eyes went wide and a sharp gasp escaped her lips…

For in all his glory stood Bakura there in the door opening, leaning against the doorpost and giving Isis a sexy smile. "Hello Priestess," he said in a deep voice and gave her a wink.

Isis almost blush. But hey, she's way too cool to blush, so give me a break. "What do you want, Spirit of the Ring?"

"Oh," said Bakura teasingly. "You're not the one to beat around the bushes. But…" He purred. "I didn't expect that from a beautiful lady like you."

Isis took a deep breath to calm herself. She was going to lose her mysterious image if this kept going on. She turned around to face Rishid. "Go check on Malik," she ordered.

Rishid only nodded and left, but not without giving Bakura one hateful glare.

"Thief," Isis said, while trying to keep her cool. "Spit it out."

Bakura only grinned. He walked up to Isis and lifted his left hand, cupping her cheek with it. "C'mon Priestess, I'm a man. You really think I haven't noticed how sexy you are?"

This time, Isis couldn't control herself. She blushed, completely embarrassed. "Quit it," she whispered and slapped his hand away.

Bakura's left eyebrow twitched slightly in annoyance. The Priestess wasn't giving into his seducing.

He took another few steps closer to Isis, but she only backed away. Bakura didn't give up easily and kept on advancing at her. She took another pair of steps back, until her back hit a wall. Bakura smirked and placed both hands on either side of Isis trapping her. His face were only a mere inches apart from her and his brown eyes were locked on her deep blue ones. Isis could feel her heart beat twice as fast as usual, but she ignored that and made her best attempt to glare at the Thief. Bakura didn't even flinch under her glare.

"I know you want something from me, Thief. And it has nothing to do with what you're trying to make me think you want."

"Smart Priestess," Bakura said in a low voice. "I want your Necklace."

"You won't get it," Isis replied with an icy tone.

"I will," said Bakura. "Because I'll win your Necklace in a fair duel."

"What makes you think I will participate, Thief?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Please, stop calling me Thief. I'm proud to be one, and the best at that, but Bakura will do."

Isis narrowed her eyes dangerously. "What makes you think I will participate, Bakura?"

"I know your sweet little brother has just been back from two days of messing around, Priestess. If you won't duel me, I'll make sure the next time that he's away, he won't return…"

Isis looked at Bakura with horror.

"You know I can, Priestess. And you know the best part? I know you'll do as I say, for your brother's sake. And you can't predict my future, because I'm a holder of an Item, just like you."

Isis lowered her gaze in defeat. She knew she had to do it…

STAY TUNED…