The screams ripped through the mind, torturing the young man. The brutality human beings suffered, it was awful. He watched as someone, a young woman, was brutally shoved against a brick wall, before raped in the most horrible of manners. Once she went through the torture however, a knife tore through her throat, in one swift movement she was dead, lifeless. The assailant shook her, probably checking if she was alive, before he turned on his heel. The blonde man could only watch in horror, until the image faded into darkness.

He shot up from the plush mattress, emotion swelled through his body, his heart ached, missing his older sister. The nightmare had shown her death, it had constantly came, her death from the attackers point of view. Every night the same scene burned through his vision, the memory a terrible fear. He had to protect the others, the people trapped in this man's grasp.

However, Marik Ishtar felt he was entirely to blame. After all, Malik was his yami, the dark being he had created over time. If it wasn't for him, all his hate and evil, then Ishizu would still be alive. They would be free and living a happy, normal life together... but those dreams were long gone. Life was awful being trapped under the rule of Malik. The darkness in the man, it was overwhelming. Sometimes, or all the time, he would go out of his way to cause brutality. Mostly it was to the idiotic mind slaves that were under his control. The millennium rod had been found after all, and hung from the yami's belt, or stayed in his hand, all the time.

With a sigh Marik fell back on the mattress, moving ever so little when he felt the body beside him stir. Was Malik awake? He hoped to Ra the other wouldn't wake up.

Minutes passed, before he figured it was safe and nuzzled into the soft plush pillow. Then he felt another stir, this time a groan as well and closed his eyes tightly. If he was lucky the other had just woken up, and had not noticed he was awake. He was right, as he felt a hand stroke his cheek. How he wanted to bite it, slap it away in disgust. But deficiency was something he couldn't show. Odion's life was at risk. His only remaining family, he had to protect him.

A yawn escaped his lips suddenly, he couldn't help being so tired. Malik stopped caressing when he heard the yawn, it was obvious by now both were awake, and the silence was deafening.

"Marik?" The demon's soft voice reached his ears, and he moved away from the other. "What?" His voice was unintentionally filled with anger, he did not want that. He just wanted calm, to seem calm. Sharing a bed with someone like Malik was bad enough without having him whispering in your ear. However this only earned a chuckle from the demon, who inched closer to his already uncomfortable bed mate. "Just checking to see if you were awake. Did you sleep well?"

"What's it to you?" Marik slid from the bed, regretting leaving his warm sanctuary, but he felt it was much better than being there with his dark half. He glanced out the window, rain, heavy rain. It reflected his mood, filled with sorrow and angst. He waited for his dark to reply, but frowned when he was faced with silence. Then he felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He wanted to scream, but refrained as soon as he could.

Malik nuzzled his hikari, kissing his neck softly. "Your tense hikari, and you are so snappish. Why are you acting like this? You are usually wonderfully obedient my love." Marik pushed him away, glaring at him. "You murdered my sister, your threatening to kill Odion, you have locked up the only people I can call friends, and are abusing them! You are planning to take over the bloody planet and making me your precious little fucking princess!"

He was so angry, he wanted to punch the other, to rip his throat out and throw him out the window. But he knew that wouldn't work, the other was pure muscle. And he was about to find out that fact was very true. In a flash Malik threw him onto the bed. "You fucking little cunt, you think I'm going to let you get away with talking to me like that?" Hands wrapped around his throat. "I did not want to hurt you Marik, but your cocky attitude just... fuck!" He punched him hard in the face. "You little bastard. Thinking you can act like that in front of me?"

Marik was regretting it now, regretting everything he had ever said. And he whimpered as his shirt left him. Shadow magic, a thing he had always feared. When he tried to control it, it took over him. Made him darker, filled him with power and lust. But ever since then he hadn't wanted anything to do with it at all. He knew the dangers it could possess. The magic could take over the body entirely, like Malik's. He was a complete shadow being. Of course he wasn't thinking of this right now however, all he could think about was the others teeth grazing his flesh. Inhaling his scent and seeming to enjoy it. It was scary, so fucking terrifying.

"Are you going to stop being so argumentative, and do what I say? Or will I have to force you to think carefully about your actions?" Marik nodded, fear coated his entire body. He could not think of anything else, he had to protect Odion. Protect everyone, Yami, Yugi, Bakura, Ryou. He loved Ryou, a friend that had never excluded him. Even when Malik was around, he would still go out of his way to spend time with him. He did miss that, he missed being with Ryou. With everyone actually.

A crash of thunder snapped him to the window. "Ah good, a storm. It has been too hot lately." Marik could only glare at the other as he spoke. "I wouldn't have known, I've not been outside for days" It had been days... maybe weeks since he had felt a breeze. Living like this was awful, he had lost track of the days he had been here. Doing nothing was making him lethargic and ill. But Malik was working hard, he was always busy either tormenting him or hurting others.

"Don't be bitter love, be grateful I've not done anything to hurt you yet." The blonde turned to face his Yami. "Not hurt me, you've killed my sister! You've threatened my friends, and my own life on countless occasions! You have tortured Odion! You have hurt me, by Gods you have hurt me you fucking bastard! You think I love you? You're all high and mighty? Well your...!"

He was about to continue when the door opened. "Master Malik, Kaiba has arrived." Malik immediately stood, and Marik couldn't help but go to follow. "You've got Kaiba! Why the hell have you kidnapped him?" Malik smirked quietly and said nothing as they walked down the large corridor. Marik was struggling to keep up with the darker man.

Suddenly they reached a large room, Kaiba in the middle, being held down by two guards. "I should have known it was something to do with you two" His voice was filled with calm for a man who was surrounded by people who could snap him in half at any moment. "No Kaiba, it was nothing to do with me at all, I swear!" Marik held up his hands as if they could prove his innocence, but the rich man just snorted. "And as if I believe that, you both are as bad as each other."

Malik stepped forward suddenly, grabbing Kaiba roughly by the throat. "I don't take kindly to my hikari being addressed like that. I'd apologise if I were you" Seto glared at Malik, before he spat at him, causing the stronger male to snap and slam him to the floor. "Your still cocky huh? Well I am sure you wont be so cocky after this" Motioning to one of his men another door opened and Mokuba was brought out, unconscious and bruised. "You really think I am going to let you get away with something like that?"

Without warning he pulled out his gun, and Marik gasped. "No! Malik don't! Don't hurt Mokuba!" Malik wouldn't, he couldn't. It was Mokuba! Even Kaiba had flinched, watching the blondes every move with a grimace on his face. "Don't hurt him! I'll... I'll do anything. Just don't hurt Mokuba" Marik could see how hurt Kaiba was. How much fear was in his eyes.

"You disobeyed me Kaiba, and you insulted my hikari. Those are the worst things you can do in your situation right now. I have no choice but to punish you" With that two shots were fired, and the sound of a yell as Kaiba struggled. Marik's mind went black. Mokuba? Mokuba was dead... it... it was. He ran forward, pushing past Malik and over to Mokuba. "Are you okay Mokuba? Mokuba?" He could feel a pulse, a damn faint pulse at that.

"Malik let me heal him! You got to let me heal him!" The man just looked at him, no emotion on his features. Before a nod was given. Marik ripped off his shirt, stemming the blood gushing out the others arm. "Oh god, he shot you! He actually shot you! Oh god oh god!" He couldn't help but panic as a guard handed him some bandages, Kaiba looked like he was about to faint.

Marik did all he could, before he felt as if he could relax. "Oh Ra, Malik you shot him!" Malik ignored his hikari, and nodded to one of his men, who lifted the young man into his arms and took him out the room. "Take Kaiba out of here, we'll talk tomorrow. And keep an eye on Mokuba, if he dies on anyone's watch they will be more than dead" A group of men rushed out, leaving the two Egyptians alone. "Your sick..." Was all Marik could manage as his body shook with fear. He knew what Malik could do. He wasn't stupid... but to actually witness someone being shot... especially a little kid. It was horrible to witness.

His yami seemed unfastened however, as he poured himself a glass of what looked like scotch. "Well Marik, I have Seto under my control now. He easily controls most of the Japanese stock market. I am on my way to taking over the world. How many of your 'friends' have been able to stop me. They are all useless, and you still belong to me" A slim finger ran down his cheek, but he didn't pull away. After everything he had just seen he was paralysed to the spot. "Now, how about we have a little fun"

Marik shuddered, but followed Malik away anyway. This was going to be anything but fun, he wouldn't argue. Malik stuck to his word, he could only do as he was told, to protect his friends and Odion. Now Kaiba and Mokuba as well. Things were not going to plan at all, they were the complete opposite. Yugi was his only hope, Yugi and Yami. He only hoped they were still okay. He hadn't spoken to them in weeks.