A/N: Last chapter, a new enemy appears…but who are they and what do they want? Stay tuned! (Okay…that was lame…but anything to keep people interested!) I have a very bad sense of humor. So if you think this is lame, it probably is.

Disclaimer: I sent off Marik to vouch that Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to me. But until he comes back, Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine.

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Chapter 6: Back

Ryou seethed as he stomped through the halls in fury. 'I can't believe them! They dare to tell us to…to! URGH!! Forget and forgive my ass!'

The albino opened the door with such force that one of its hinges came undone. Ignoring it, he threw all his belongings and equipment in large suitcases. The other equipment that couldn't be carried, mostly computers and other security tools that were erased of any information they contained.

Ryou stared solemnly at the high-tech computer he had just recently updated, sighing in defeat; he grabbed the blue-prints for all of his machines and crashed the mother computer. Organizing them in secret compartments, he then threw normal clothes and everyday accessories on top and snapped shut all of the suitcases. After double checking that he had everything he need, Ryou walked out the door, turned left and continued to the end of the hall where he tapped the wall a few times in the correct place and sequence and the wall opened for him.

Before him was a long tunnel that stretched to the edge of the Atlantic Ocean on his right was a staircase leading down to four motorcycles. Ignoring the motorcycles for now, Ryou placed his hand on another piece of wall and a new doorway opened. Carrying his suitcases in Ryou saw one lone jet submarine that was, of course, partly designed by him. The submarine jet was dark blue at the bottom and gradually grew lighter at the top.

The sub jet wasn't very big, enough to fit four people comfortably with some extra room. Ryou quickly walked over to the jet and loaded his things in the on to the special compartment meant for luggage. After Ryou checked that everything was secure, he doubled back into the other room and pressed a button on each of the motorcycles. The said transportation began to fold in on itself and soon resembled a compacted mini-mini bike.

"That was fast."

Turning slightly toward the opened doorway, Ryou glimpsed tanned Egyptian skin, and semi-normal crazy, dirty blond hair. "Malik."

Walking over, Malik said, "Need some help with that?" Without waiting for an answer, he lifted up two of the ultra mini bikes that were surprisingly light considering their actually size and moved toward the secret doorway. Rolling his eyes, Ryou followed soon after.

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A few hours later, Ryou and company found themselves deep under the ocean, eating lunch. Yugi was eating mechanically, apparently unaware of his surroundings. Ryou mentally winced in sympathy; he could only imagine the pain that Yugi felt at seeing Atemu again. He didn't deserve to feel this pain.

Ryou gripped his chopsticks tighter in his hand and released a controlled breath. Turning to Malik, who was heading the sub, he asked. "What's our destination?"

"Hmm…" Malik replied. "We're going to stop in Europe for a while and then make our way over Asia. I've wanted to check up on our other branches for a while now."

"…How many branches do we have?" Marik asked, flipping and closing a switchblade in boredom.

Malik removed one of his hands that was typing and began typing on another key-board. Glancing at the screen, he said, "We have roughly about 256."

"Roughly?"

"I have no idea if any of them have been found or destroyed by a natural disaster. Or if they have just collapsed on themselves. It has been a few years." Malik responded.

"Our bases aren't that fragile," Marik said, deep purple-eyes resting on the tanned, light blonde of Malik's head.

"I know. And I haven't heard any recent disasters nearby their location, but it's better to be careful. Our East Cana – " Malik was abruptly cut off as Marik languidly threw the switchblade, sheathed, at Malik's head. Snatching the gadget right out of mid-air with his body half-turned to face his mischievous lover, Malik glared at Marik, eyes promising retribution if the throw was just for his pure amusement.

Marik tilted his head sideways, towards Yugi and Ryou and the glare melted off Malik's face.

Of course.

How could he be so stupid?

"Our East Kilimanjaro base might also have fallen already." Malik continued his tone a bit tighter than before. "We haven't been there for five years."

Yugi raised his head then, eyes regaining a bit of their light as memories flowed through him. "Our first base…"

Ryou gave a tiny smile at his words. "You mean our first hell."

"The best year of my life," Marik replied smirking. "Ah, I think I laughed my ass off more times that year than ever in my god-given life."

Yugi snorted his eyes brighter. "That must mean that your ass must have surgically sown back on. Hey, Malik, what's it like sleeping with a person whose butt falls off every time he laughs?"

"A real pain in the ass." Malik replied, smirking.

Ryou buried his head in his hands. "Oh no, sexual 'ass' jokes. Yugi, please don't reply to –"

"I knew Marik couldn't be seme for a valid reason."

Ryou groaned in despair.

"You bastard..." Marik growled out, hellish fire burning in his eyes, his hands armed with long, gleaming knives.

"No! Not in the sub!"

"Take this!"

CRACK!

Ryou sighed as he side-stepped a flying knife. "I better get my scuba gear…"

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"This is your fault!!" Malik pointed, sneering, at Marik, who just then shook his dripping wet, blond locks all over the place, hitting Ryou, Yugi, and Malik who were all nearby disposing of their air tanks to the ground. "You idiot! Don't hit us with more sea water!"

"You're already dripping wet, Malik." Marik replied, shaking his head and entire body furiously, like a dog after a relaxing swim. "Calm down."

"Do not tell me to calm down! You sunk my Antygone! Do you know how many years, how much time, how much labor a put into building, caring, and nurturing her?!!" Malik shrieked, his hysteria at losing his favorite submarine overriding any common sense. "I like to see you lose the Millennium Rod from a tantrum and then you can tell me to fucking calm down!!"

Ryou raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Mal, easy, you memorized the blue prints right? Antygone was the only sub you wouldn't let me help you with and created yourself. I'm sure you can make another."

"It's not the same. If you had a pet cat and then that cat died. And then get another one, that cat is not the same as the previous one!! I'll never see Antygoneagain!" Malik wailed.

Yugi patted Malik on the back, "I'm sure she's in a better place wherever she is."

"She's around three miles under the surface of the god-forsaken ocean! On the Tropic of Cancer, off the border of…where is this?"

"Western Sahara."

"Off the border of Western Sahara, over a mile away from the coast!!" Malik heaved.

Marik sighed exasperated. His lover was so immature at times. "It was just a submarine."

"Just a submarine?" Malik growled about to transform into a new, deadlier version of Satan.

Marik, the devil himself, unshaken, sauntered right up to Malik, grabbed the enraged, trembling slim shoulders and before his other half could say another word, Marik kissed him. He kissed with enough force to muffle the protests and angry words, but his tongue stayed on the outside of Malik's mouth.

He wasn't stupid enough to stick his tongue into someone's mouth, who by all means wanted to skewer him alive. Skillfully catching the two fists that were about to land heavy bruises on his shining golden skin – and his skin wasgolden. Marik quickly brought the two raised arms of his lover down and then behind the two of them so Malik was forced to slouched down and tilted his head back. Malik froze a split second in surprise, giving Marik ample time to get a short swipe of his inner cheek, a bit salty from the ocean despite the oxygen mask.

A few seconds later, they parted – Malik out of breath and Marik with an insanely large smirk on his face.

The smirk faded and Marik reached up to touch Malik's wet hair. "I'm sorry, Malik. But that sub's gone. I didn't mean to sink it. Things just got quickly out of hand. You know I have a short temper."

Malik leaned into the touch automatically and a hint of the smirk returned to Marik's face.

"I'll even help you build a new one." He offered.

Malik's eyes widened to saucers. "No."

Marik was flabbergasted, "What? Why?"

"Titanium steel somehow breaks in your hands." Malik replied as if it made all the sense in the world.

As Marik and Malik bickered back and forth, Yugi and Ryou glanced at one another.

"This is going to take a while." Yugi commented.

Ryou nodded, "I'm going to take a nap. You?"

"Climb a tree," he replied and paused, "And then take a nap."

"Never tell them we went somewhere to sleep?"

"Agreed."

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"Passports please."

Ryou handed four dark blue objects. Rectangular and covered in soft leather, these four were one of the many they had for overseas trips. These ones were less used by them and as such perfect for getting place to place unnoticed.

"KYAAAA!!! Likun!!"

Ryou gave a deep sigh, his dyed blond locks swaying slightly as he heard the enthusiastic girls crowd around Marik and Malik.

"Is something wrong?"

He looked up at the woman behind the desk and smiled angelically, "No, nothing's wrong. Is there something wrong with the passports?"

The woman melted, sighing happily. "No, Mr. Yama. Everything's perfect."

"Thank you very much." Ryou replied, dipping his head in thanks as he turned. He had only walked a few steps when another pair of feet slid smoothly in beat with his.

"How was it?"

"Better than most. She didn't try to get me in bed." Ryou answered Yugi, whose green eyes laughed.

"Ah," Yugi replied, rubbing the corner of his eyes. "These contacts are annoying."

"That's because you used the hard ones." Ryou replied, depositing the bought tickets in his pocket. "You're eyes would look much better with the softer ones."

"That would ruin the entire point," Yugi answered, tugging at his black hair. "Unlike you guys, I don't try to be flashy or draw attention. Look at the two buffoons over there! I bet they're egos are inflating at the rate of fire on gasoline with all those girls draping themselves over them!"

Ryou glanced at the large group of people they were heading towards. Malik stood back to back with Marik, two drop-dead gorgeous, tanned, black-haired, blue-eyed twins. Currently Marik was leaning over a shorter, pretty Chinese, asking her something.

"He's saying, 'Were you crying out Likun or Rikun? If it's the former I'll have to remedy that'." Yugi supplied.

"You're like a dog, sensitive nose, ears, sharp sight and all." Ryou teased, relieved at the hot, embarrassed blush across Yugi's face.

"Dogs are color blind. I'm not color blind." Yugi pouted.

"That's beside the point!" Ryou hummed.

Yugi scowled while Ryou laughed lightly. "Don't be so tense. You'll scare away all of the ladies."

The Chinese girls turned in unison, drawn toward his light, airy voice. As one they stepped toward him, asking. "Who are you?"

Ryou smiled brightly and then lied outright. "Tao Yama. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Yugi quickly hopped out of the way as the swarm closed in and started hammering poor Ryou with question after question.

"Sheesh, sometimes I feel like females are natural interrogators." Yugi said, crossing his arms, the long sleeves of his huge sweater dropping over his small hands as he did so.

"You said it." Malik responded, standing next to Yugi, his upper body leaned back a bit to give off a devastatingly sexy image.

The shorter man glanced at his companion. "You left Rikun to deal with them, didn't you?"

"He handles them better than I do." The Egyptian defended. "Besides I'm not good with any women besides my sister."

"Then why are you wearing such a provocative and suggestive outfit!" Yugi demanded, looking at the tight, low-waist black leather pants and the pure black, silk shirt that left the top open a good deal.

"Rikun forced me into this," Malik rubbed the back of his head. "It's not like I choose to. He said we had to match. Aren't you going over the top too? With that ugly brown sweater, baggy pants and those awful contacts. We not suppose to draw attention."

"Don't blame this on me! Look at the trouble you guys are causing! We should have left two hours ago!" Yugi fumed. He was sleepy, hungry, and definitely jet-lagged. They had taken four flights already, from Western Sahara to Ethiopia, from there to Saudi Arabia, Saudi Arabia to Israel, and from Israel to China. Ryou would have booked a direct flight to Japan but all the international flights were taken in the tourist rush.

"Calm down, Goji," Malik snapped. "It's not like I'm faring any better than you! At least, you're not constantly molested every other minute!"

Yugi and Malik stared each other down and then just as quickly, they deflated.

"Sorry," Yugi mumbled.

"Me too."

Yugi collapsed in a nearby seat. "I guess this means we need practice?"

"Definitely, the last time we did this was three years ago."

"Well, I have a feeling that we are going to be here for quite a while."

"Ah."

"Hm."

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"AHHHH!!!!" Yugi let out a large, relaxed exhale, stretching his arms. "I thought that flight would never end!"

Malik tucked his hands behind his head. "You said it." The blonde let his gaze drifted from person to person.

Stares. Lots of them. It was the least he could expect. His bronze-tanned skin covered a smooth yet lean body. Black markings outlined piercing violet eyes and dusk-blond hair angled over his cheeks and shoulders. His build was different. Mannerisms were different. He was a foreigner in Japan, and looked the part exactly.

He could remember the first time he had come to Japan. Back then, he and Marik were still one being.

"Look at him. His eyes are so weird."

"Crazy look. Ah, maybe he's a murderer?"

"No way. Mafia I tell you! Look at all those purple-robed people trailing after him."

Malik closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That was long ago. It didn't matter now. Warmth around his shoulders prompted him to raise his eyelids.

"This time I'm here in the flesh." Marik whispered, slightly nuzzling Malik's ear while tightening the arm around his love's shoulders.

"Ah, I know." Malik smiled, violet eyes softening. "I know."

"Malik. Marik."

Both of the Egyptians turned toward Yugi's voice, soft and steely, and froze.

"You!" Marik snarled, drawing Malik closer to him. "What are you doing here?"

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A/N: I think I got a toothache…I just wrote a fluffy filler! Ah! Poor guys…the hard stuff is coming up.

If you guys have any ideas on where to go with this I'll be happy to hear them.

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