Me: Hi all! This was 16 pages! See, I'm making them long for you all!

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Ryou:...wow this author's note was short.

Malik: Your telling me.

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Malik: eep! Raven doesn't own none of this!

Me: T_T

Malik: Um...Only the plot!

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Ryou: But Bucky and the two dogs! Plus the new charaters you'll meet in this that'll some up what's going on!

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He hated this. It was like he was in a cage in a circus and he was the amazing animal that everyone wants to see. Some creature that may look beautiful but is hurting badly on the inside. Malik sighed. That's how he's feeling, an animal caught and is force to be someone's side show.

With a quick flick of his wrist the red ball flew from his fingers bouncing on the walls in his room then back to him again. That's all he could do. Play with a ball he forgotten was in his pocket the day before.

"Stupid Bakura," He grumbled tossing the ball at the ceiling then catching it again. "Taking away my computer and games like he's my father. Dead wrong!" Malik sat up on the edge of the bed dribbling the red ball with difficulty on the wooden flooring. The little thing slipped from his fingers a couple of times but he mange to control it.

Malik missed playing with Ryou. It was like he never left Domino at all. They would be up playing games on the play station before the yami's came down cause of all the noise they would make when someone won. He giggled when he remembered the time when Ryou beaten him on Mortal Kombat. He through his control at the wall which left a huge gaping hole. Of course, Bakura found it behind the poster of Marik's favorite band they used to cover it up. They both got grounded for a week without playing video games.

Malik leaned forward holding his sides laughing from the face that Bakura made on that day. He was shocked and yet angry which in terms, made him look like a child that found out his parents had his report card in their hands.

He stopped his laughing. It won't be like that for a long time. Bakura forbid him from being anywhere near Ryou without him watching over him like a vulture.

"I wish I knew what happened this morning." Malik spook into his hands. "Why can't I remember anything? Was I really asleep or…or what?" He looked at the doorway. That's weird. He could of swore he saw someone there.

The teen stood from the bed and took a few steps to the door. He popped his head in the hall way but no one was in sight.

"Hello?" He called out.

Silence hung in the air. The sun's rays danced along the wall in tinted blue colors from the curtains that hung on the windows. They moved as a gust of wind came around making the curtains look like dancers. Many of them spun, glided, and whisked around the oak wooden flooring. They soon stood still, as if someone stopped their music.

Or their spot light.

A sicken feeling was in Malik's stomach. It was going from the bottom of his stomach up his arms and to his forehead. Dizziness stuck him hard. The doorway was his support as the colors in front of him blended together as if someone dropped water over a painting and letting the colors bleed.

Malik held his head with his hands. It hurt! The room was spinning out of control as he stumbled to his bed. He fell head first into it's violet mess. It wouldn't stop.

"S-stop…" The thumping in his head was like jackhammers. He can't take this much longer. Just as his world was spinning out of control he saw eyes, dark red eyes that sucked him into darkness. Malik opened his mouth once more. "STOP!"

It stopped.

Malik blinked. The colors were still. Slowly he rose from the bed, the sick feeling was gone but what it left was a headache. "Damn, what the hell happen?" He grumbled standing up and heading towards the door. "I hope Bakura keeps aspirins somewhere around here."

After getting into the hall Malik thought he was dreaming. But a double take at the scene and he knew he was awake.

The halls were covered in furniture that weren't there before. There were wooden chairs placed next to the naked window as the sun shined upon them glistering the clear finisher that was over them. A table with piles of papers was across them with the same wooden finish as the chairs. A closer look at the writing and Malik could tell it was done not so long ago.

Above the table was what caught Malik's eye. A picture frame, bigger then Malik hung in front of him in a golden leaf border that-in the corners- had slivery butterflies. Each one of a different species. Malik looked from them then at the eyes that were watching him. It wasn't a camera picture but a painting. There was two males, one looking older then the other but with the same blackish hair, he assumed they were brothers. They stood on either side of an old style chair that had red cushions and a brown framework, it looked like the one he saw on those auction shows. That's when, his eyes landed on the one sitting on the chair that he gasped.

It was her! The girl that was sleeping on the couch where Ryou was supposed to be on that day. Malik looked closer at her, she didn't look anything like that time. She looked…kind, and sweet. With a smile that matches Ryou's. Her brown hair was tied back in a red bow but he could tell there was little bits of black.

Malik shook his head and headed down the hall. Everything was different. The floors, ceiling, even the air held a different taste. Nothing looked right.

"Marik!" Malik called as he headed closer to the stairs. He heard noises, it was faint but it was talking. The closer he came the more he could tell they were male voices. "Marik!"

Malik jumped down the first step on the top till he reach the middle did his heart stop.

It wasn't Marik. Not even Bakura was in the picture.

They were males, yes. But not the ones he wanted. They looked like the ones on that picture. But, something looked different on them.

"So, how much have we lost now?" The one that looked older said. His hands on his laps while he stared down the other.

Shifting under his stare the younger one held his glance with his own dark eyes. "Eight, not counting the ones that have gone mad and are tied up."

Lost? Gone mad? What are they talking about? Malik walked down the remaining steps keeping himself quiet. All he needed now was to get caught. His steps were silent but his heart wouldn't listen. Every move he made quicken it's pace sounding like a drum in Malik's ears. He held his breath, the older man was looking right at him. He looked surprised even if his face didn't show it.

"What are you doing down here? Were you eavesdropping on us?"

Malik panicked, the man spoke like he was talking to an invader. But wasn't he one?

Malik opened his mouth to speak but another voice spook over his. "I'm sorry. I just wanted a glass of water." Malik blinked. He turned around to find a young girl standing behind him, her hair a mess covering half her face while her eyes drooped when she bobbed. She must of been sleeping.

"We must talk about this later." The young man said toward the other. He then turned his attention to the girl-which Malik remembered was the one from the painting. "Honey, sit down. I'll grab your juice."

As the man stood from his seat on the couch the girl wobbled past Malik without noticing his presents. The Egyptian watched as she hopped on the couch and leaned on it's back, her eyes staring at the ceiling not realizing the glares she was getting.

Just as things got quiet the older man, the one that was glaring at the girl ever since she came in, coughed and got to his feet. He took a few steps foreword till he was standing in front of her. His hands, that looked like they have been working nonstop, brushed the long bangs from the girl's face upwards to show not just her brown orbs but the bandages around her forehead.

He grumbled something that Malik couldn't here then walked away. His body walked past Malik's arm sending shocks up his shoulders. He recoiled back holding his tan limp. It was weird. It was like he stuck his finger into a light socket. A cold one at that.

Malik looked away just when he heard the footsteps of the younger man. He was carrying in a glass with ducks on it and given it to the girl. She smiled at him weakly as she slurped the drink down.

Malik didn't get it. The one man had hated in his eyes when he looked at the girl but this one showed confusion and worries. What is with them when they see her?

"Go back to your room when you're done, alright?" The man spoke patting the brown mess of hair. He was shaking when his hand first made contact to her. He was acting as if she would bite him.

He soon walked away, faster and more eager to get away from her. Was she that bad?

Malik got curious. He wanted to know what made two grown men scared of a little girl.

The Egyptian strolled over to the couch, he knew no can see him-even hear him was out of the question. Just a peek at the girl and Malik's heart dropped.

She was smiling at her glass. Not just any smile, she smiled like an angel…like Ryou.

He missed that hikari. His hair, his chocolate eyes, even his voice was like a vivid memory locked away in his mind and he lost the key. He knew Ryou and him weren't separated that long but it felt like years to him. He was to attach to that little white haired teen. He could say he loved him more then a friend but then Bakura would move away and then never be able to see him.

Malik sighed. He had to stop thinking about Ryou.

"He's one of us you know."

Malik froze. Was that meant for him? He picked up his head to meet brown eyes. Malik fell back with his lavender eyes locked with little ones that held amusement. "Y-You can see me?"

The girl giggled. Her long hair only showing one of her eyes at the moment. "Yes, and that's not all I can see." Malik waited while the girl played with her glass. The duck's face getting scratched off from her nails. "I can see how you treat that boy. You two always are together." Her voice sounded annoyed. "You make me sick."

"But what did I do?" Malik sounded offended. "He's my best friend."

"Wrong!" She threw her glass at the wall. It shattered to millions of pieces that rained like little crystals. "He can't have friends or I can't take him with me!"

"With you? Where?" Malik stood his ground glaring at the girl that licked her lips where some juice was still visible.

She looked up at him. A sudden flash of red engulfed her brown orbs as a cruel smirk spread across her lips. "Why, to Darkness, where I can return and he can take my place." She laughed demonically causing Malik to step back. He knew now why the men were scared of her.

Beneath her bangs, Malik could see the bandages turning red. Their crimson's over flowed and ran down the side of her cheek while she licked a drop of it. Her smirked widen from the sight of Malik's disgusted face. He was shaking, the girl gave off wrong energy, he couldn't make out what kind cause they mixed together with other's. What else was in this girl?

"Are you scared boy?" Malik didn't want to admit but he was scared. He was scared she was going to hurt him but worst, she was going to hurt Ryou. "Don't worry," She purred. Her face was inches away from the hikari's. He could see the blood more clear.

Or what he thought was blood.

It was black as ink when it ran further down her pale paper white face.

Even though he wanted so badly as to run, his body wouldn't move. It was frozen to the spot as the girl came closer. Her face in front of his as he gulped. Something bad is about to happen.

"Don't worry," She repeated again. Malik felt strange. His vision was blurred while his breathing came out in harsh gasps. He felt his body tremble as his heart thrash around in his chest wanting to be free.

Without knowing it Malik was falling to the cold ground. He couldn't move, it was like something was holding him down. He struggled to get up but it was useless. All he was doing was burning his stomach from the scratches the carpet made on him.

Giggling over head made him glance up, the girl was grinning at him but something changed about her. The atmosphere around her was suffocating, wrapping it's little fingers around his neck letting every breath he take his last.

She bent down in front of him, her hands in her lap as she stared down the Egyptian. "Oh, and one more thing." She gripped a hand full of the blonde hair making Malik yelp. She pulled his head up to her level and Malik gasped at the shadow behind her. He didn't know what happened next but he felt his back in great pain. He let out a scream which amused the girl even more. His mind was blank and his breathing stopped, he just hung there as the girl held him up by his hair.

She licked her lips as her mouth leaned against his ear, her cold breath sending shivers down his spine as she spoke,

"Don't worry about Ryou, I'll be taking good care of him when he returns."

Man, did his head hurt. Dizziness swam in his mind as he tried to think straight. Malik groaned trying to turn over and hide his face in the pillow from the bright light that shined over his face. Someone was calling him, but he took no mind to it, that is, till they started to poke his cheeks.

"Malik?…You awake?"

Malik groaned again swatting the unknown hands away. He wasn't in the mood to wake up and yell at whoever was making his headache worst.

He heard the sound of someone sighing in relief then they spook again but softer. "Your ok, that's good. You really gave me a scare when Ryou found you on the ground. He was worried you got hurt and wouldn't get up."

The Egyptian slowly opened his lavender eyes and sat up. Marik grinned at him petting his tame blonde hair. "Ryou was worried about me?" Malik's voice was hoarse, his throat burned for water.

Marik laughed rapping his arm around the hikari's shoulders bring him close to his chest. "Worried? Man, he ran around the house yelling that you died and it was his fault."

His throat hurt, he didn't feel like talking. All he wanted to do was drink something and go back to sleep so he didn't have to feel so dizzy.

Malik's blonde bangs were pushed aside while Marik placed his palm on his forehead. With a sigh Marik removed his hand not taking his eyes off his light. "You don't seem to have a fever but you sound like you have a sore throat." He pushed the teen down on the bed. "Go to sleep, I'll tell Ryou your fine." With that he left closing the door half way after him.

Malik gazed at the door then turned his head to the ceiling. Was it really a dream? He thought rolling to his side closing his eyes for a moment then reopening them partly dazed. It felt so real. Even…her. Her dark smirk played in his mind and those red piercing eyes stared him down making Malik shutter. What did she meant by 'he's one of them?' Her voiced was like a broken recorder in his mind, playing that same line over and over again. He wanted to know why that girl wanted Ryou, why he has to return to…to darkness, and what did she meant by 'taking her place'?

The door creaked open startling the hikari out of his thoughts. Footsteps entered his room while they came to the bed. He could hear them laying something on his dresser and his bed went lopsided when they sat on the other side.

In the corner of his eye, Malik could see white. Ryou! No, it might not be him. Bakura has white hair, too. But Bakura wouldn't be checking on him, he hated him right now. So, that would mean…

Malik sat up turning around to see the other hikari but all he got was a nightmare replaying itself.

"Hi, remember me?" Malik fell off the bed, eyes widen at the smirking girl. "Ah, you don't like me anymore." She acted offended holding the place over her heart.

"W-what are you doing here?" Malik's voice shook. His throat burned from every word that escaped his lips.

She stared at him and the smirked showed newly formed fangs. "Why, to give you a message." She bent over the bed close to his face. Malik saw more clearly that her eyes told a different story. One that doesn't match her dark voice. "Don't go near Ryou," She continued glaring into his lavender orbs. "For there will be a punishment and it won't be only you that's getting it."

Without knowing it, Malik was nodding. He was scared. He didn't care if he was the one getting punished but who else was going to be?

The girl sneered grabbing hold of the Egyptian's cheek. "You better listen, boy. I don't want to come back and find out your with him." There was dislike in that voice. But why did her eyes tell a different story even though they're blood red?

Malik nodded again. His vision of her was changing, it started with everything melting, blending together as if someone poured water on a canvas. Then the colors were different and instead of one face staring at him, there was three. Blonde was in front of him, moving his lips but no words came out.

"…ik…lik…"

The hikari was staring at him. Who was he? And why was he shaking him like that?

"Malik!"

That got him! Malik shook his head then looked at the blonde teen. "Marik?…what are you doing here?" He whispered. The dryness in his mouth was starting to hate him.

Marik sighed hugging him tightly. "I came in here to give you water but you jumped off the bed. It was like you wanted to get away from me." He sounded hurt.

Malik wanted to explain but was interrupted when a glass of water was placed in his face. He gazed at it then at the one who gave it to him. Ryou smiled handing the glass to the Egyptian.

He stared down at the water and with a sore thanks he chunk the whole thing down. His throat screaming thank you as the liquid quenched his burning.

"So, Malik, are you going crazy?" Malik almost choked on his drink. He glared at the smirking yami leaning on the doorframe.

"Bakura shut up! Maybe that slap you gave him has shaken him still." Marik yelled back, his hikari protectively in his arms.

The thief shrugged, not really caring what he just said. "Yeah, yeah. But he deserved it."

"No he doesn't! He didn't know what happened or how he rounded up in your hikari's room."

"Oh, taking the liar's side, are we?" Bakura bent foreword, his hands on his hips. "Of course you'll do that. Cause you don't know how to raise him."

Marik let go of Malik's body and stood, his eyes covered by his blonde bangs. "What did you say?"

Bakura straightened up, his eyes on Marik's face. A grin on his lips. "Like I said, you don't know how to raise him." He shrugged. "Heck, no wonder he's so corrupted."

Like a flash, Bakura was flat on the floor, he gasp from the sudden crash and glared up at the Egyptian yami.

"My hikari is not corrupted!" Marik shouted. "Maybe yours just wanted to make Malik look like the devil so he can be like an angel!" The word came out like a child's little voice. He was mocking him and the thief hated it.

Bakura swung his left arm at Marik's face sending the teen to his side. Bakura was soon hovering over him, his face close to the keeper. He grabbed hold of the collar bringing it up then slamming it down sending shocks through Marik's head.

"Don't you dare bring Ryou into this, you Baka of a keeper! You couldn't even beat the Pharaoh!" Marik kicked Bakura's ribs making the teen yelp. It was his chance, Marik rammed his foot into Bakura's stomach.

"Hurts doesn't it?" Marik grinned kicking the spot again and grinned wider when the thief yelped louder.

Just when Marik was going to kick again Bakura grabbed hold of his foot. "I don't know! You tell me." He got to his feet with the Egyptian's foot in his grasp. Bakura stomped his foot into his groin making Marik's face twist in pain.

He cried out, "You fuckin cheater!"

A smirk played on Bakura's lips as his foot pushed down more and making Marik scream out in pain.

"I never cheat!" Bakura laughed kicking Marik's hips. "I just know how to play the game!"

Marik flipped over and kicked Bakura's knee with his free leg. When the yami fell Marik jumped him holding all his limbs under him. Bakura was now Marik's prisoner.

"Get off me you fuckin Keeper!" Bakura yelled thrashing around under Marik. He growled and started biting Marik pants.

"Ha, like that'll help you!" Marik laughed but lost his balance when Bakura turned over. The thief stood up glaring at the Egyptian yami with such venom Marik gulped.

Bakura was about to tackle him again till a pair of arms rapped themselves around his waist. "Wah-" He struggled against the body but it was to strong. "Let go!"

"If I do, then you both will be killing each other! And then guess who's stuck cleaning up the blood stains."

The thief stopped his thrashing and turned his head to find the middle aged man glaring at him. Beyond that, he saw the hikari's on the ground hugging the dog's necks with fear in their eyes. They stared at him like he turned into a monster.

"Are you done?" Bakura glanced back up at Bucky, he was waiting for him to answer. "well?"

The thief tsked and tilted his head on the side, he got a full view of Marik-he still wanted to choke him to death. To Bakura's surprised, the keeper was held down by Bucky's boot, he looked as pissed as Bakura did. "Yeah, we're done." He said. "You can let go now, Bucks."

Just after thoughs words were said the man dropped the thief on the ground and stood over the teens. His face held a scowl as he shook his head side to side.

"When I heard the youngsters screaming I thought one of you got hurt," He spoke, he sounded mad but was trying his best to hold it down. "But you know what I find? Two fully grown men fighting like little five year olds!" The yami's flinched at his voice.

"You know what else you did?" He continued not waiting for them to answer him. "With all your fighting you made those little youngsters scared." To prove his point he stepped aside to let the yami's to see fully of their little hikari's. Both of them were at the verge of tears. They have seen their yami's fight each other many times before but this one was different.

Marik was the first to stand as he made his way to his hikari. He got down on his knees and hugged Malik whispering sorry over and over again.

Bakura stood, he was about to make his way to the little white hair hikari when he heard growling. He stopped and stared at the dogs standing on their four legs baring their teeth at Bakura's way. They started a low bark but it was threatening.

The thief gazed at them as they walked down the hallway towards him. The other yami pulled Malik away while Ryou sat there watching the Border Collies acting weird. They're furs were sticking up as they lowered they're head.

"Tsubasa? Seraph?" Ryou whispered. He extended his hand to the female before him but she was gone, running down the corridor right at the yami. "Bakura!"

Bakura stood his ground as he watched in horror the dog rush at him. Bucky tired to stop it but she ran past his fingers and jumped in the air. Her jaw wide open as it aimed at thief.

He covered his head with his arms and waited for the impact of sharp fangs. Everyone was yelling for him to move. But he didn't move an inch.

A gust of air brushed against Bakura's ear making the teen stiff up, but he relaxed when he peeked through his arms. Seraph jumped past him and continued down the hall, her barking grew louder as she ran to the back where the light's were switched off. Soemthing was moving in there but it soon vanished when she entered.

Bakura stared after her till she was swallowed up by the darkness. He chuckled under his breath and fell onto his knees. His mind was blank, he thought she was going to rip his throat out. But what made her act that way?

"Bakura!" The thief raised his head to his name. Ryou dropped down to his side and hugged the yami. "Are you ok? Did she get you?" He asked pulling himself away by arms length to look over the thief.

Bakura laughed ruffling up the white mess of hair. "You think she'd get this master thief when the pharaoh's guards couldn't even see me come and go right in front of them?"

Ryou smiled rapping his arms around his neck. "Your reckless."

"You know it!" They laughed but it was short lived when Bucky step next to them and coughed.

He offered them both his hands and they greatly took them. When they were on they're feet Bucky glanced down the hallway. "Damn dog, must of saw a cat or something."

"It was no cat."

Everyone stared at the little Egyptian with questionable faces. "Then what, Malik?" Marik asked still holding the hikari in his arms. "You saw it?"

Malik froze, his mouth opened then shut tight. He said something he shouldn't of had. Malik pushed himself away from Marik and walked down the stairs with a shrug of his shoulders. "Forget it, I was just seeing things."

No, he did saw something. It wasn't something he can explain without them all thinking he's crazy.

It was that thing. Malik bit his lower lip as he descended down the steps. That shadow thing I saw behind her in my dream.

When Ryou sat alone in the living room, the sun's rays disappearing behind the hills beyond the fields, he sighed kicking his feet in the air. He was bored. Bakura still doesn't trust Malik but at least his yami isn't making him follow him around like a mother hen anymore. After that fight in the afternoon, Bakura's been outside talking to Bucky about something. Ryou didn't want to stand there getting lost in their words so he came in here thinking it might relax him but the shadows that played around him made him tense.

Ryou sat up and grabbed for the remote when something caught his eye. He smiled grabbing the black cat plushie and hugged it. "How did you get down here?" He pulled it away to look at it's ruby colored eyes. "You wanted to cheer me up?" He made it nod, the little bell chimed a little ring making Ryou smile wider. "What a beautiful sound."

The teen held the cat to his chest as he stood and headed towards the stairs. "I got some video games in my room. Do you want to play with them with me?" Another nod came from the cat. Ryou giggled.

He was half way up the steps when he came face to face with the other hikari. Malik looked upset, his hands jammed in his pockets as his lavender eyes stared into chocolate brown. He looked lost.

"Oh, hey Ry." He spoke, waving one of his hands in the air.

Ryou involuntary hid the cat behind his back. For some reason something told him he couldn't let Malik see it. "h-hey, Malik. Are you looking for Marik?" He stuck the cat up his shirt and tucked the hem under his belt. Why was he doing this?

Malik shook his head and took a step foreword towards the white haired teen. "Um, Ry, is it ok if I ask you something?"

The teen looked at his friend then at the front door. Bakura was by the farm house so he wouldn't see him. Ryou tilted his head and smiled. "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

Malik bit his lip, his eyes downcast. "No, I want to talk somewhere private." With the look Ryou gave him he straightened up. "Please, it's important and I don't want anyone to hear it."

His voice was desperate, whatever it was Malik was really scared, even asking it made him whimper.

Ryou nodded and followed the Egyptian up the steps. He gripped the hem of his shirt. Why can't I show Malik? It's just a little plushie.

After Malik made his way to his room with Ryou in tow, he opened the dark red door and signaled Ryou in.

As both teens stepped into the lit room Ryou jumped and turned around.

"what?" Malik asked taking his hand off the lock and went to sit on the messy bed. He looked from the hikari to his feet then back at him with his mouth trying to find words. "Ry, h-have you noticed anything weird lately?"

Ryou wanted so badly to scream out yes and jump around telling everything to him but he didn't, he only said. "What do you mean?"

Malik sighed laying on his back with one arm under his head. "It's just," He started with his eyes looking at the wall beside him. "It's just that ever since that day when we found that picture all damaged up and that shirt from years ago that was suppose to be lost, I think something here wants us to leave."

Malik gulped watching Ryou walk to the window and opening it. A gentle breeze played in his white locks as the setting sun's rays danced along his skin. Dusk was rolling and night was approaching.

After a moment Ryou turned around and sat on the windowsill gazing at the multi colors that shaded over the land like a huge blanket tucking them in. "why do you think it want's us to leave."

The Egyptian sat up staring at his friend with a raise brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, think about it. What have we been doing this whole vacation?"

Malik didn't understand it. What have they been doing besides playing, talking, getting in trouble…wait!

"It's trying to spilt us up!" The dream he had early, so it was all true, every word of it. Even that girl…that girl. "Ry!" The albino hikari turned to him. "Have you ever seen a little girl with brown hair about this long?" Malik measured with his hands to show the girl's hair to be about around her waist.

Ryou shook his head. The falling sun outside outlined his figure making him look angelic like. Malik gazed at him, how could someone like him belong to darkness?

"Ok, how about the shadows?" He saw Ryou stiffen up at the word. He hit the target. "You notice them, too?"

Ryou looked away, his hair hiding his eyes. "W-what are you talking about? How can I not notice them. Everyone castes one."

"I know but what about the one's that seem to have no host?" Malik asked pointing at his own. "They seem to appear whenever something bad happens to us."

"N-no they don't" Ryou stuttered. He jumped from the sill when Malik stood.

"They do." Malik continued walking towards him. "They appear everytime one of us gets mad or when we get in trouble! Heck, one was just standing there in the hall today!" He grabbed Ryou's shoulders squeezing them. Ryou looked away but Malik went on;

"They're looking for someone, Ry! And you know who it is! Ryou, look at me, tell me who it is!"

"I don't know why they're following me! So stop asking already!" Ryou clasped his mouth shut. He didn't mean to yell that out.

Malik grinded his teeth and let his arms fall. "So she was right." He whispered, his head downcast. "They're going to take you back."

Ryou grabbed Malik's arm making him look at the hikari. "What do you mean take me back? Back where?"

Malik looked like he was on the verge of tears. "To…To," He shook his head and choked out, "To darkness! She wants you to go with her."

"Who's she, Malik? And why me?"

"I don't know why!" Malik yelled startling the hikari. "But…But-Argh!" He embraced the boy. "I can't let her take you away! Not now…Not ever."

Ryou smiled hugging back and letting the Egyptian cry on his shoulder. "It's ok, Malik. No one is taking me away, I promise."

Malik smiled but it disappeared when he heard something fall. Both teens looked down to see the black cat plushie laying on the ground. It's face looking up at them.

"hey, it's you again." Malik bent down to pick it up but it was snatched from his hands. "huh?"

Ryou stepped back holding the cat like a protective mother does to her babies. "No, she's mine. Bakura gave her to me."

Malik looked confused. He never saw Ryou like this before. "What do you mean, Marik gave it to me this morning after Bakura slapped me." He pointed at his tilted red cheek.

"But it was in my room when everyone was looking for you."

"No way, it was on the couch when I found it."

Ryou tilted his head to the side. "really? I left it in my room though."

Malik smirked taking the cat from the hikari's hands. "Well, it couldn't have just got up and walked away."

Again the cat was taken from the other as Ryou held it like a child. "Maybe it got lonely and wanted to look for me."

Malik laughed. "ha, that thing getting lonely? Man, Ry, that's a good one." Malik shut up when Ryou sent him a glare.

"Well, it could." He smiled down at it and shook it. It's bell chimed making him giggle. "And it's bell is so beautiful."

He didn't get it. What was Ryou talking about? "Um, Ry…I think your imaging things. I don't hear anything."

Ryou frowned holding the cat in front of Malik's face. "How can you not hear that beautiful sound? It's like-well, I don't know how to put it-but it's still the best thing I ever heard! Listen." He shook it again but Malik's face didn't change. "don't tell me you didn't hear it."

Malik shrug, "Like I said, I hear not one ding." He grabbed the cat and pointed at the white heart. "But check this out!" He pushed it and the cat spoke in a child like voice.

"Hi, will you be my friend?"

Ryou stared at it and smiled. "wow, it talks!"

Malik smirked handing it back to the hikari. "Ha, I knew something you didn't."

Again the white heart was pushed. And Ryou giggled when it spoke.

"purr, that tickles."

The hikari's laughed and pushed the heart again and again. Laughing at the sayings it said. But when Ryou pushed it something clicked in Malik's mind.

"Your going to be with me forever."

Malik snatched the cat away. When Ryou was about to whine Malik dangled it in front of his face. "That's her voice! That's the girl's voice." Malik yelled.

Chocolate eyes stared at him. "Are you sure?"

Malik nodded bringing the cat down. "It's hers. I remember that voice." But it sounds kinder then when she was in my dream. He thought as Ryou took it from him and pointed at the plushie.

"Let's see what else it'll say."

Malik looked surprised. "You believe me?"

He nodded smiling. "And why not?" he grinned at the Egyptian. "With everything going on, why shouldn't I?" He turn his attention to the plushie in his arms. "Now, what will kitty say next?" he pushed it and the voice came out. But with every new one, the boys got scared, worried, frighten, but didn't want to stop listening to what it said;

"Can I go outside this time?"

"But I don't like going in there, It's to dark."

"NO! STOP! IT HURTS!"

"But I didn't kill them, uncle."

"You're my only friend, Darkness."

"Please don't leave me alone…"

Both teens stood shocked at the cat plushie in Ryou's hands. What she said, or screamed out, was to hard to listen too. Malik's finger was right above the white stitched heart, gently rubbing the it back and forth. He didn't want to hear what would come on next.

Ryou turned to him. "Malik, let's put the cat away. I don't want to see it anymore." He said, his voice shaking.

Malik nodded taking the cat from the frighten hikari's hands and walked towards the drawer. He opened the one on the bottom and stuffed the cat inside, closing it after with a sigh. "let's forget we ever saw it, deal?" He turned to Ryou who has moved to sitting on the bed's edge staring at the drawer Malik's fingers still gripped.

"Right." He nodded brushing away a stray hair from his eyes.

With a sigh, Malik stood. He glanced at the hikari then at the clock on the bed side table. "Dinner's almost ready, want to go down before Bakura hits me again." He smirked, he wanted to lighten up the mood, but all he managed was Ryou staring at him with chocolate eyes.

Without another word, the hikari stood and walked to the closed door. When Malik called his name he turned his head and smile. "I don't want my yami to hit you, again." And with that, he opened the door and closed it after him.

Malik scratched his head, confused. "I say something bad?" he asked himself. He shrugged and headed towards the door. His hand rested on the handle but he didn't turn it. Malik stared at it, his head made contact to the door. "Why Ryou?"

A sudden breeze caught his attention. Behind him the window was still open, Ryou forgotten to close it before he left.

The Egyptian sighed heading towards the window. His hands gripped both sides as he looked outside. The sun's rays almost fully disappeared behind the hills. The colors soon turned dark and sharp, like someone switch off all the lights. No one was outside, not even the sheep.

The shutters closed with a small creak and the dark lights outside vanished. The warm glow of the light over head gave off a nice cozy feeling. Malik stared at the closed window then turned around ready to leave for downstairs like his friend has.

"Your breaking the rules."

Malik stopped in his tracks. His body froze at the sight before him. "W-what are you doing here?"

The little girl smiled. She jumped on the bed and sat down, her legs crossed under her as he looked at her painted nails. "Oh, watching my replacement." She glared at him, her thumb nail in her mouth as she chewed on it. "Your getting to close to him, it's making it more harder for me to grab him."

"Well, good then!" He gulped as she death glared him.

With a strong chomp the nail broke. "You think this is funny? I don't want to stay in that place anymore! That's why I want him to switch with me!"

But I don't want to go in there, it's to dark. Those words ringed in his head. So, the cat recorded her voice. But, where was that place? "Where are you talking about?"

She stared at him, the orbs flashed red for a second and then they were gone. "The room…" She looked away and gazed at the door. Her eyes held a sad, long forgotten memory look. "Uncle put me in there if I did something bad."

Malik couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She was a child after all, evil or not, she was still too young to be like this. "But you didn't, did you?"

She laughed, her sweet voice turn dark and demonic. She turned at him and smirked. "I did something bad, every day! It was to good not to!"

Forget that feeling sorry junk, he was scared again. "But why?" He needed to know. Maybe he can find a way to save Ryou.

The girl's smirk widen, the fangs shined under her lips. "Why you ask, well I'll tell you," She stood. In one leap she was right in Malik's face. Her body floated off the ground so she can have her brown orbs stare down lavender.

"Cause uncle took something of mines, and I want it back…"

Readers: =throwing stuff at me= You rushed!

Me: =dodging them= Not! I'm tired OK!

Ayume: =sighs and closes the window=

Readers: NOO! It's the evil window! Our only weakness!

Me: =smiles= Thanks Ayume!

Ayume: It's all good.

Ryou: Any back stories on this?

Malik: before the readers think of something less to do to you.

Me: Well, I do have something to tell. Sorry you readers, but up till chapter...I don't know anymore, I been winging it! (Just like my test and quizzes at school XD) So, now I know why and what will happen. I already know what will happen in the last chapter. And, this will be ending soon. But NOT YET! It still has like...3 chapters left I guess.

Readers: O_O =throws things again=

Me: OoO AH! =runs away= I'm Sorry!

Ryou: =sighs= Please review

Malik: Oh, and there are clue's in this chapter. So...yeah...bye.