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Ring. Ring.

Marik groaned and opened his eyes.

Ring. Ring.

"Turn off the bloody alarm clock," Bakura muttered.

Ring. It stopped.

Marik closed his eyes again. Ring. Ring.

His eyes flashed open again. "Who turned the alarm clock on again?"

Yami buried his head under his pillow. "Not me," he muttered, though it sounded more like 'muff muh'.

"It's too far away from me," Bakura muttered.

Marik frowned and sat up, looking at the alarm clock. It was off, but the ringing continued.

His eyes widened and he kicked off the blankets, grabbing his phone off the couch and answering the call in order to silence the noise. "Hello?"

"Hey, is this Marik?"

Marik frowned. "Yeah. Who's this?"

"You don't know?" The pout was almost tangible in his voice. "But I baked you a pie…"

Marik grinned. "What flavour?"

"Pie flavour!"

"Malik."

"The one and only." Malik paused and Marik could hear someone telling him something in the background. "Yes, I know. I'm getting to the point now, Ryou," Malik replied, his voice sounding further away. Then he returned. "Yugi has an idea that might get you out of there."

Marik's eyes widened. "Really?" He kept his voice quiet.

"Really," Malik confirmed. "We're going to come over once your dad and whoever's with him leave. We've got mini cameras that you can clip onto your shirt or something and they're really hard to see, and we've got our computers hooked up to them so if either of them try anything, we can send the footage to the police and they can be there within five minutes."

Marik scowled. "The police? They won't be able to do anything!"

"What about the police?" Bakura sat up.

"Marik, calm down," Malik said, half cutting Bakura off.

"They couldn't help us last time," Marik protested. "It was because of them that Atem and Heba died!"

Yami and Bakura were both awake now, watching as Marik's rage grew.

Malik was silent for a moment. "That was because they didn't have proof that anything was going on," he eventually said. "This time they'll have no choice but to go immediately."

"But what if they think it's a prank?" Marik protested.

"Then we'll come in ourselves."

"No." Marik shook his head. "That's exactly what happened last time. You're not getting hurt."

"We won't," Malik insisted. "Marik, this is the best chance you've got at getting out, and if it doesn't work then we'll keep trying until we find something that does! But we have to at least try this."

Marik sighed through his nose and looked over at Bakura and Yami. "Cameras. Go to the police. Police come here. What do you think?"

Yami hesitated. "…It might work…"

"If it does, we're out. If not, we're in the same position as before," Bakura muttered. "We're not losing anything if it doesn't."

Marik and Yami chose not to correct him. They all knew what would happen if it didn't work.

Aknamkanon had made it very clear the last time what he would do if they ever tried to escape again.

But none of them wanted to say it.

They didn't need to.

"Okay," Marik said, putting the phone to his ear again. "We'll try it."

"We're camping out at Yugi's so we'll be over once they leave," Malik promised. "And Marik?"

"Hm?"

"You promised you'd be there for me. Don't think that's a one-way thing. I'm getting you out of there. I promise."

Marik smiled. "Thanks, Mal."

"Don't thank me yet. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah. See you then." Marik hung up and sighed through his nose before flopping face first onto his bed again.

"What are you doing?" Bakura frowned.

"Sleeping. Or trying to."

"Shouldn't we do something?"

Marik propped himself up on his elbows. "Fluffy, there's nothing we can do. This is happening whether we like it or not. If it's a repeat of Atem and Heba, it is. If not, then we're out. Pacing isn't going to change anything." Marik flopped back down onto his pillow. "Wake me when they're here. If we die, I'd at least like to see someone outside of this house."

I'd like to see Malik.

"Are they gone yet?" Malik's voice was oozing impatience.

Ryou sighed and looked out the window again. "N- hang on…" He paused and watched as two figures emerged from the house across the road. "I think they're leaving…"

One of the two looked up at the window and for a brief moment, his dual-coloured gaze met Ryou's.

Ryou squeaked and ducked down.

"What's wrong?" Yugi peeked outside from the left of the window to see the figure turning away. "That must be Yami's uncle…" He mumbled as the two climbed into the car.

"Who cares?" Malik muttered, looking outside as the car backed onto the street. "The important thing is that they're gone."

"But his uncle saw me," Ryou said, standing up again.

"Doesn't matter." Malik shrugged as the car drove out of sight. "They're gone now, right?"

"I guess…"

Yugi grabbed the small box of cameras. "Come on; let's get these to Yami and his brothers before they come back."

Ryou and Malik nodded, following Yugi downstairs.

"Where are you three off to?" Solomon called from the couch.

Yugi froze before turning to smile at his grandfather. "We're just going to go for a walk."

Solomon nodded and turned back to the television. "Don't get in any trouble, and call me if you need anything."

"Will do!" Yugi replied before hurrying outside with Malik and Ryou. His face fell once he closed the door. "I hate lying to him…"

"You're not really lying to him," Malik pointed out. "Technically we are going for a walk."

"I guess…" Yugi shook his head. "Come on." They ran across the street until they were just under the attic window. "Yami! Marik! Bakura! One of you open the window!"

There was a pause before the window was opened and a boy with wild white hair, skin that was just a shade darker than Ryou's and rusty brown eyes looked out. "Shrimp?"

Yugi grinned. "Bakura, right?"

Bakura nodded. "Do you have the cameras?"

"Right here!" Yugi held up the box.

"How are we supposed to get them up to you?" Ryou called.

Bakura's gaze slid from Yugi to Ryou and he paused. "Blondie can lift you, and you can lift the shrimp and we'll try to grab it."

"If that's so easy then why don't you just climb out of the window?" Malik shot back, unsure if he could manage both Ryou and Yugi's weight.

Bakura glared at him and pushed the window out as far as it would go. Not even Yugi would be able to fit through it. "See?"

Malik sighed but nodded. Yugi hesitated before walking over to Ryou, who picked him up before being picked up by Malik.

Malik grimaced, staggering slightly. "You guys are heavy…"

"Hey!"

"Just pointing it out!"

Ryou rolled his eyes and watched as Yugi stretched up, holding the box out to Bakura. Bakura reached down as far as he could and after a few failed attempts, managed to snag the box. "Got it."

Malik sighed in relief and quickly put Ryou down before he dropped the two.

Bakura ducked back into the attic and a new face similar to Yugi's replaced the albino's.

Yugi's face lit up. "Mou Hitori no Boku!"

Yami smiled. "I never got to give you this at Christmas," he called before throwing a neatly wrapped box down to Yugi, who just managed to catch it.

Ryou and Malik smiled as Yugi's face lit up in a bright blush. He opened his mouth to say something only to pause as the rumbling of an engine met their ears.

Ryou looked up to see the blue Corolla driving down the street. "We need to go!"

Yugi nodded and waved at Yami before following Ryou.

A final face popped out just as Yami went back inside. Malik's eyes widened. "Marik…" He smiled at him. "We'll get you out, Marik!"

Marik returned the smile and nodded. "See you soon, Malik-pretty," he replied before closing the window. Marik darted back inside before the figures in the Corolla could spot him.

Ryou raised an eyebrow at Malik. "Malik-pretty?"

Malik blushed even darker than Yugi had moments before. "Shut up."

Ryou turned to Yugi. "So what did he get you?"

Yugi shook his head as he unwrapped the paper and opened the box. Inside was a golden upside-down pyramid attached to a chain.

Malik frowned. "What is it?"

"It's... a puzzle I think," Ryou mumbled as Yugi lifted it out of the box and placed it around his neck.

Yugi smiled. It looked right on him. "I love it..."

"Okay, I think mine is working," Yami muttered as he fixed the miniature camera onto his choker, where it was least noticeable.

Bakura nodded, still fiddling with his. Marik had gotten his working and fitted first and so was watching the two of them struggle.

Bakura scowled at him. "Would you please help a little?"

Marik smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Where's the fun in not getting out of here because you were too idiotic to help?" Bakura shot back.

Marik narrowed his eyes at Bakura but stood up and helped him turn it on. "There. Happy?"

Bakura just turned away from him and fit it onto the collar of his trench coat. Yami sighed. "You two need to stop arguing. It never goes anywhere and you both just end up pissy because of it."

This statement caused the two to round on him. "What was that?!"

Yami smirked. "You heard me."

Bakura and Marik exchanged a glance before the latter pounced on Yami, sending them both crashing to the floor. After a small scuffle, Marik was able to pin him down.

Bakura strode over with a smirk. "You're going to pay for that comment, Pharaoh."

"Do your worst, Fluffy."

"I intend to." Bakura's smirk grew as he crouched down next to Yami before lunging forward and beginning to tickle him.

Yami's eyes widened and he began squirming, biting his lip in an effort to contain his laughter. "H-Hey, knock it o-off!"

"Nah," Bakura snickered.

Yami tried to kick him off, but Marik sat back on his legs so he couldn't move them. "Y-You're both going to d-d-die painful deaths for this!" Yami laughed as he tried to roll over.

Bakura laughed. "You have no idea how ridiculous that sounded just then." Yami stopped squirming for a moment as Bakura paused only to yelp as Marik joined in.

"I hate you both so much right now!"

"You know you love us," Marik snickered.

"No! I hate you! Hate! Not love!" Yami protested. Bakura rolled his eyes.

However, when he joined Bakura in tickling Yami, Marik's defences fell so Yami was able to squirm out of their grip. "Ha!"

Marik pouted. "Spoil sport."

Yami rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well maybe-" He was cut off as the door was thrown open. His gaze met Aknamkanon's as Bakura and Marik turned to face him.

"Who wants to tell me what just happened outside?" His voice was silky and smooth. That meant he was angrier than usual.

None of them spoke.

Something glinted in Aknamkanon's eyes and he glared at them. "Really? No one?" He sighed. "Fine. Yami; downstairs. Now."

Yami tensed but walked over to the door without looking at his brothers. Marik almost reached out to grab his wrist, but Bakura stopped him with a shake of his head.

Once Yami reached the door, Aknamkanon grabbed his upper arm and yanked him outside, slamming the door shut behind him again.

Bakura stared at the door for a minute before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Marik asked.

"Texting Yugi," Bakura mumbled in response as he opened his messages and sent one to Yugi.

Yami's downstairs.

It was only a few minutes before he got the reply.

The connections up.

Be careful. Bakura deleted it before it sent. Why should he tell them to be careful? He didn't care about them.

He couldn't care about them.

The people he cared about always got hurt.

"Okay, the connections up!" Ryou called to Yugi as the footage from Yami's camera appeared on screen.

Yugi nodded, trying not to look at the screen. "I'll text Seto and Joey. Mal, you text Duke and Tristan."

"On it." Malik nodded and pulled out his phone.

Ryou kept his eyes glued to the screen as they sent the message alerting their friends to get ready. From the way that the camera kept jerking, he deduced that Yami was stumbling; possibly being dragged by someone.

He could see a figure near the edge of the screen, but he didn't know if it was Aknamkanon or Yami's uncle.

"Ryou, press record!" Malik reminded him, snapping him out of his daze.

"Right; sorry." Ryou quickly hit the button just as a door was opened and Yami was thrown into a dark room.

Yugi glanced over at the screen. "…Do you think he'll be okay?"

Neither Ryou nor Malik answered, and Yugi didn't ask again.

As soon as he regained his footing, Yami turned to face Aknamkanon.

Aknamkanon stayed a few metres away from him. Yami was almost surprised that he wasn't being tied down, but he chose not to ask.

It wouldn't do any good.

"That kid from the house across the road," Aknamkanon began, his voice echoing off the walls. "What was he doing outside the house?"

Yami tensed. Yugi. He didn't say anything.

Aknamkanon hummed and took a step closer to him. "What did you throw down to him?" Yami stayed silent. "If you don't answer, bad things are going to happen, boy. And not just to you."

Yami swallowed, his throat dry. "It was a present. From Christmas. I never got to give it to him before and I saw him passing, so I threw it down to him."

"If he was passing by, then why did he and his friends run when they saw Aknadin and I?" Aknamkanon pressed.

Yami hesitated. "They… had to get their homework done. Their school started today."

"Funny," Aknamkanon hummed. "We passed Domino High School on the way here and there was a notice that said it was starting a day late because the pipes burst. Or did he not mention that?"

Yami gritted his teeth and took a step away from his father only to crash into the wall.

"Why don't you tell me the truth, Yami?"

"I already did," Yami insisted.

Aknamkanon took a few steps forward. "The actual truth." Yami gritted his teeth. "I hope you're not planning on escaping again. You remember what happened to Atem and Heba, don't you?" Yami's hands balled into fists. "I'll take that as a yes." Aknamkanon pinned Yami to the wall. "Now picture their deaths. Do you want that to happen to those kids?" He smirked as Yami looked down. "Then tell me the truth."

After a moment, Yami looked up again, glaring at Aknamkanon. "I already told you the truth."

Aknamkanon's features morphed into a snarl. "Fine. Be that way. But now you have to face the punishment." His hand trailed from Yami's shoulder to his waist.

Yami's eyes widened and he began squirming to get away from Aknamkanon. "Let go!"

"No," Aknamkanon hissed, removing his belt in a swift movement without releasing Yami. When his hand went to the zipper on Yami's trousers, Yami squeezed his eyes shut. Aknamkanon scowled and backhanded him. "You're going to look me in the eyes as I do this to you, boy."

Yami continued squirming, even after Aknamkanon had discarded both of their trousers. There was always a chance that he could slip past him.

But Aknamkanon wasn't Bakura and Marik, and Yami's body was built for agility. Not strength. Aknamkanon had the advantage of weight, size and height.

When he felt the first sharp pain that felt like his insides were being ripped apart, Yami stopped struggling.

It was too late.

The room was silent. Malik's gaze was on the floor, and his arms were wrapped around Ryou, who had buried his face in Malik's chest.

Silent tears were streaming down Yugi's cheeks as he pressed the button that stopped his laptop from recording anymore.

The scene continued to play out before them. None of them could bear looking at the screen long enough to terminate the connection.

Malik rubbed Ryou's back in slow, gentle movements, feeling the boy shaking. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialled Tristan's number.

Ring. Ring.

"Hey, Malik."

Malik swallowed. His throat was dry. "It's done. Get to the police station," he croaked out. "I'll send you guys the file. Call Seto on your way."

"Got it. What happened?"

Malik shook his head. "See you later, Tristan."

"Hey, wai-"

Malik hung up before Tristan could even finish his sentence. He saved the file to his phone and sent it to Tristan, Duke, Joey and Seto before turning his phone off.

"How could he?" Yugi whispered, his voice shaking.

Malik swallowed again. It didn't get rid of the lump in his throat but it was something. "Because he's a bad person, Yugi…"

"But… But Yami's his son! He didn't do anything…" Yugi squeezed his eyes shut, his fists clenching. "He doesn't deserve this…"

Malik gently pulled Yugi into a hug with his free arm. "I know," he mumbled, his tone soft as he held his two friends. But the ones that these things happen to never do…

Yami didn't look up as he was thrown into the attic again. He landed limply on the floor, his eyes closed.

He could hear the smirk in his father's voice. "I hope that taught you your lesson Yami." Yami squeezed his eyes shut tighter. "Bakura, with me. Now."

Yami could hear his younger brother's reluctant footsteps.

He should do something. He couldn't let the same thing happen to Bakura.

He couldn't.

He tried to sit up but his body wouldn't obey him.

Do something! Don't let him go through it too!

He tried again and managed to push himself up a bit and open his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something.

Aknamkanon looked at him. "Yes?" His gaze pierced Yami's. His smirk was burned into his memory. The words died in Yami's throat. "I thought as much."

They all froze, hearing someone hammer on the door. Aknadin glared at Yami. "That had better not be who I think it is," he snarled before grabbing Bakura and pulling him out of the room.

Once the door had closed, Marik ran over to Yami. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Yami was shaking. Marik reached out to touch his shoulder but he flinched away. "I-I'm sorry…" He croaked out.

"It's okay," Marik murmured. He gently wrapped his arms around Yami, slower this time. Yami was still shaking, but he leaned against Marik. "What did he do?"

Yami shook his head. Tears stung his eyes. "I can't…"

Marik held him closer. "Yes, you can. I won't think any less of you. We've been here too long for that."

Yami swallowed. His tears spilled down his cheeks. "He…" He shook his head. "H-he just… took something…"

Marik tried to meet his gaze but Yami didn't look at him. He couldn't. Marik sighed and held Yami closer, rubbing his back. "It'll be okay, Pharaoh," he mumbled. "We'll be out soon. We'll be okay."

Yami squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, though he wasn't sure if he believed him or not.

He hoped he did.

"Open this door!" The officer yelled, hammering on the door again.

Yugi watched, holding his breath. His arms were wrapped around himself as he waited. Ryou was still pale and Malik was stony-faced. The two were sticking close to one another.

Yugi didn't blame them.

"Yug', are you okay?"

Yugi looked up to see Joey, Tristan and Duke running up to him. Seto followed at a walk.

Yugi swallowed. "I'll be fine once they're out of there," he whispered.

Joey nodded in understanding. Seto looked over to the police. "Have you gotten inside?"

The chief shook his head. "Not yet."

Seto scowled. "Knock once more. If no one answers, knock the door down."

"But-"

"Did you not see the footage?" Seto snapped. "Their lives are in danger. Now either get in there or I'll have all of you fired. Got it?"

The chief scowled, not pleased with taking orders from a sixteen year old, but as it was Seto Kaiba, there wasn't much he could do.

He turned to the officer at the door and nodded. "Sir, if you refuse to open this door, we will knock it down. You have until the count of three. One." He stepped back. "Two." He pulled out his gun and levelled it at the doorknob. "…Three."

Just before he could kick it down, it swung open. Yugi looked up to see Aknamkanon smirking at them. He had Bakura in his grip and a knife was pressed to the boy's neck. His smirk grew. "What can I do for you, officers?"

DD: Okay, I'm fully prepared for hate on this chapter but I'd really appreciate it if no one flames. At least they're nearly out! Please review! See you next time Killer Queens!