Yami's and Hikari's

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KCRose18, Nebulosus: Sorry about that~ ^-^ AFF keeps doing that to me and I’m to lazy to double check after my chapters are up >_< I’ll try and be better about double checking so if it does happen again I’ll be able to fix it right off instead of waiting a day~

J Chan: Yep~ They’re still warring the belly dancer type outfits~ Well, right now Malik only has his pants on any more.

Tellnoone_Noonetells: yet another thing I love about your name, it’s fun to write~ hehe. And I love updates too~ ^-^ I love writing updates. And thank you~ ^-^ I think it’s coming along pretty good myself~ I felt sad doing that to Malik, <_< >_> But seriously…I love torturing them. I love seeing the three Hikari’s in pain. So long as they have a happy ending…but first, definitely lots of pain~

Luna_Blood: ^-^ Sorry about the late update~ work has been pounding me down so I can hardly think. And I got stuck at the last part on this chapter. But I finally got it written out~ So please enjoy~ ^-^

Yami's and Hikari's
By Yami Kitsune

Chapter 5
Marik paced back and forth in the kitchen grumbling to himself. It had been a full day since the three boys had been locked in the towers. Marik had not seen Bakura or Yami since then, so he could only assume they were having just as much luck as he was. /Or maybe it's just me?/ He thought.

He had gone back to finish carving the inscription onto Malik's back but what he had seen had made his heart stop. Malik had still been laying on the floor where Marik had put him the day before. The blood dried and cracked on his back. And he had been laying in a small pool of it. The boy had been pale, Marik had been half afraid to touch him fearing he had actually killed him. When Malik had made the smallest and most pathetic sound that Marik had ever heard made by any man he'd run from the room, his heart pounding in his chest.

He had sent Celtic Guardian up to tend to Malik, that had been three hours ago. And Marik was still in the kitchen trying to made sense of everything. He looked up when the door banged open but his face fell.

"Oh...it's just you..." He said when he saw Yami. Marik sank down into a chair resting his head in his hand. Yami blinked looking at Marik.

"I take it things are not going well with your captive?" Yami asked sitting down across from him. Marik glanced at him.

"Is it that obvious?" He groaned when Yami nodded.

"Normally you would be up there all day torturing whoever was unlucky enough to get thrown in your tower." Yami said leaning back in his chair watching Marik.

"Normally I would be. But this boy...Gods Yami I went in there this morning with every intention of continuing what I'd started yesterday." Marik sat back a look of irritation on his face. "And he hadn't moved an inch! He was still laying on the floor in his own Ra damned blood!" Yami tensed and sat up strait in his chair watching Marik closely.

"...You're not angry...?"

'I'm PISSED!" Marik snapped, glaring at Yami.

"Yes, but...it's not because you couldn't continue torturing him...is it?" Yami asked. The brief flash of emotion across Marik's face told Yami everything he needed to know. Yami sighed and sank into his chair.

"I fea...¦these boys may have been telling the truth." Yami said softly. Now it was Marik's turn to look surprised. "The little one in my tower..." Yami sighed shaking his head. "I could hear him crying all night. I have not been to see him yet. But I have never heard someone cry like that..."

"Felt like it was tearing at your heart?" Marik asked. He knew, because that's what he had felt when he'd seen Malik pale and unmoving.

"Yes." Yami said looking at Marik. "But it confuses me, how can something hurt so, if we no longer have our hearts?" Yami asked.

Marik just shrugged. "Do you think I'd be sitting here if I knew the answer to that?" Marik asked. Yami sighed deeply only glancing at the door when Bakura came in. Marik and Yami watched as the silver haired boy grabbed an apple looking completely unaffected by the boy that was in his tower.

"How is your captive holding up?" Marik asked. Bakura stopped eating the apple in his mouth and looked at Marik. "The mini you." Marik said and Bakura shrugged biting into the apple.

"Hell if I know." He said and left the kitchen.

Yami shook his head sighing. "I can handle torturing someone, and I can force a person to go insane. But I could never just...forget about a captive." Yami said. He had never approved of Bakura's method of dealing with captives. For one, he never got any information out of them. And two, it was inhumane. //Then again.// Yami thought to himself frowning. //What me and Marik do isn't exactly hospitable either.// He reminded himself before standing. He grabbed an apple for himself and then paused for a second before grabbing a another."I think I shall go check on my little captive."

Marik watched Yami leave. Grumbling to himself now that he was left alone with his thoughts again Marik stood and began pacing once again. This didn't last long before he too grabbed some fruit from the bowl and headed up to check on Malik.
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Yugi was still curled up in the corner staring at the skeleton. He had tried looking away, but that hadn't been much better. He felt childish, but he wanted Malik and Ryou. He wanted to know they were safe. But also he felt more safe with them around. Right now he felt scared and vulnerable. A feeling he should have gotten used to since he had always been small.

Yugi jumped and pressed as far back into the corner as he possibly could when he heard the bolt on the door sliding before it was pushed open. Yugi blinked, staring at Yami as the king walked into the room and looked around before spotting Yugi.
Yami walked over and knelt down in front of Yugi. Yami opened his mouth slightly to say something but closed it again and studied Yugi closely. It was obvious that he had been crying, even if Yami hadn't heard him he would have been able to tell. The smaller boy's eyes were red and swollen, but he also had dark circles under them.

"You have not slept." Yami said softly brushing some hair out of Yugi's face. Then he stopped as if realizing what he was doing. He pulled his hand away and just looked at him. Yugi stared right back and couldn't help himself from feeling relieved that there was actually a living person in the room with him now. This did not go unnoticed by Yami who looked a little confused.

"You do know I am not here to remove you from the tower." Yami said. Yugi frowned a little but nodded.

"...sir...c-can I ask you something...?' Yugi asked softly.

"Obviously you can, seeing as you just did." Yugi blinked and his lips twitched. Yami got the impression that Yugi was fighting a smile. At that thought Yami found himself fighting off his own smile. "Your question?" He asked clearing his throat.

"...What did we do wrong?" Yugi asked. "Me and my friends...what did we do wrong?"

Yami blinked at Yugi, he honestly didn't know what kind of question to expect, maybe a request to be set free again. But he had not been expecting that.
"You..." Yami stopped looking as if he were choosing his words wisely. Honestly, he was concentrating more on the feeling of guilt that was welling up in his chest. He rubbed his chest absently as if that would get rid of it. "You havn't done anything wrong." Yami said finally.

"...Then...why did you lock us up?" Yugi asked and Yami saw more tears filling those bright eyes.

//Oh Ra this is not what I need right now!// Yami thought. He opened his mouth to answer Yugi but snapped it shut almost instantly and stared at him. He couldn't give the boy an answer. Because he himself didn't know. Yesterday it seemed to be a good idea. But was there really a true reason behind it? //Yes, you're scared of what three little kids can do.// Yami stood back up without answering and turned to leave.

Yugi let out a terrified squeak his hand flying out and latching onto Yami before the king could even get a step away from him. Yami froze and looked down at Yugi who looked just as surprised at his actions as Yami was. No one, in all the years he had been alive (which was an EXTREMELLY long time) no one had ever dared grab him.

"You do not wish for me to leave?" Yami asked.

Yugi didn't answer but Yami saw him glance over at the skeleton still sitting in the corner. Yami also looked at it and chuckled softly. "Do you not enjoy the company of your...room mate?" Yami looked back down at Yugi when he felt the hand still holding onto him start shaking. The smirk vanished from Yami's face. The boy was frightened and tired. And probably starving. A good combination to make a man lose their mind quickly. But for some reason Yami didn't like the thought of this young boy losing his mind.

"What is your name again?" Yami asked.

"...Yu...Yu-gi...I'm Yugi." He stuttered out. Yami nodded and knelt down easily lifting Yugi up into his arms.

"Very well then Yugi." Without another word Yami carried Yugi out of the tower. The whole time thinking that he himself had finally lost his mind.
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Marik walked into the tower room and looked at the Celtic Guardian who was watching Malik, who had been cleaned up, but his back had not been bandaged.
"Out." Marik said. Celtic Guardian nodded and vanished leaving Marik alone with the blond haired boy. Malik visibly tensed at being alone in the same room as Marik. His eyes imidetally looked at the golden Rod that was in Marik's waist band. Marik followed his gaze, sighing he took it out and left it outside the door before closing the door.

"Yugi and Ryou." Malik said, watching Marik carefully. Marik looked back at him and blinked.

"Who?"

"My friend!" Malik snapped, using the wall for support. Marik could easily tell that Malik was scared of him. But his worry for his friends over powered his fear.

"What about them?' Marik asked, watching Malik slowly make his way around the room. Marik knew that the boy was inching for the door, and the knife that lay behind it. But Marik also knew he could over power the boy, especially right now.

"Where are they? What have you done with them?"

"If you think they have received the same treatment as you, you are mistaken. Your two 'friends' are with Yami and Bakura. What has happened to them I don't know because they are not my responsibility. Now sit down before you fall down. And let me bandage your back." Marik said moving forward. Malik froze for half a second before making a break for the door. Marik grabbed him, pulling him back roughly and throwing him back down onto the floor. Malik screamed arching his back in pain as the cuts on his back were reopened.

Marik grumbled in irritation moving over and kneeling next to Malik. "You should know that I play rough." Marik said, slowly rolling Malik over onto his stomach. Malik lay there gritting his teeth hissing in pain. Marik looked over Malik's back before taking a wet cloth from the bowl of water Celtic had left and rewashed Malik's back.

Malik - expecting rough treatment - tensed and jerked away. But was surprised when Marik gently pulled him back and continued washing his back. Marik washed the cuts and looked at them frowning deeply. He felt his own back tingle as he began wrapping bandages around Malik to stop the bleeding fully.

"I'm sorry." Marik said softly once he was half way done. The words had left his mouth before he even knew he was thinking of saying them. If that wasn't surprising enough, it was even more surprising when he realized he really was sorry for what he'd done to the boy.

"..." Malik tilted his head to look at Marik. "...why..."

"Why what? Why am I sorry?" Malik nodded.

"You didn't seem to care too much when you were cutting me up like a Christmas turkey. So why now?" Malik asked narrowing his eyes. He wanted to pull away from this man, but he told himself he was too tired to. And moving took far too much energy.

"I don't know." Marik said honestly. He couldn't say what it was, but he could feel something changing inside him. And he knew it was something to do with this boy.

"Some how I don't believe you." Malik grumbled.

"No one asked you to believe me." Marik growled back. He finished bandaging Malik's back. "There, that's done."

"Why bother?" Malik asked slowly sitting up. "You're just going to cut me open again right?"

"...Actually...no. No I'm not." Marik said standing up. He stopped at the door and looked back at Malik. "If you can stand follow me." he said. Malik blinked and struggled to get to his feet but managed. Marik watched him and couldn't help but smile. The boy was stubborn, that much he could tell. //Maybe it's not so bad they washed up on our island after all.// Marik thought to himself as he bent down and picked up his Rod putting it back in the belt of his pants.

"I have yet to get the full story of how you got to this island." Marik said. "My tower is for torturing people, not conversations." He said answering Malik's unasked question. "So follow me and I will have the whole story. And I think you already know what will happen if I think you are lying." Marik said.

Malik glared at him but followed anyway. Anything to get out of that room, and possibly find Ryou and Yugi.
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Ryou lay on the floor looking up at the sky through the hole in the ceiling. It was very cloudy and darker then it should be for it being only mid morning. At least Ryou assumed it was mid morning, he really had no idea what time it was. The sun hadn't been too high in the sky when the clouds had rolled in, covering it. Ryou frowned slightly as his stomach decided to remind him yet again that he hadn't had much of anything to eat since the party.

Had he known then that he and his friends would be washed overboard, land on an island then get thrown in a very drafty old tower and forgotten about, he would have eaten more at the party. He looked over at the door for what felt like, and probably was, the twelve hundredth time silently wondering to himself if someone was going to come in and bring him some food. Or even just some water. Anything in his stomach was better then nothing at all.

Ryou blinked when he felt something cold and wet land on his face. He looked back up at the hole and winced when he felt another drop of water land on him before the sky's opened up and it started downpouring. "...I wanted water but this is ridiculous." Ryou said softly to himself, rolling over and moving to a corner of the room where he wouldn't get wet. Not that it mattered much now, he was half soaked now anyway. And his little outfit was doing nothing to keep him warm in this tower.

He wandered over to the door and pressed his ear against it hoping to hear the sound of footsteps. But was yet again disappointed. Right now he could only hope that Yugi and Malik were alright, or at least somewhere warm and dry.
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Bakura sighed as he opened the door to his room. He was bored out of his mind, which didn't help his mood any. It didn't take much to send Bakura into a bad mood. Being bored was one of them. And the fact it was raining out didn't help much either. Although that shouldn't have mattered much anyway, since the three kings had not been allowed to leave the castle since they had been cursed.

"Damn that old woman. I swear I'm going to kill her if she ever shows up here again." Bakura growled as he lay down on his bed still grumbling under his breath. Bakura glanced out his window before rolling over pulling a pillow over his head deciding that it would be best just to sleep through the storm. It would at least keep him from lashing out at anyone else in the castle.

As he lay there however he found his mind drifting to the captive in his tower. This shocked the silver haired king slightly, since when did he ever think about any prisoner once they were locked away? Normally it took him weeks, and sometimes months to remember that there was someone in his tower. And by the time he remembered it was too late to do anything except get rid of the body. But for some reason Bakura found that the thought of getting rid of that boy's body bothered him. More then it should have.

"...I'm supposed to be a heartless bastard...and now I suddenly care about a boy I've never even talked to?" Bakura said to himself, taking the pillow off his head and rolling so he could look at the ceiling frowning. "...I care?" Bakura snorted at the thought. He might feel SOMETHING for the boy, but he most definitely didn't care about him. And to prove this fact to himself Bakura put the pillow over his head again and went to sleep.

TBC>>>

^-^ alright! Chapter four~ I can honestly say I have no clue where this fanfic is going ^-^ I didn't have an outline of it like I had for The Not To Distant future. But anyway! I like what is coming out so far~ please review and let me know what you think~