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Me: T_T but they love me!...even if only few people read the last chapter.

Bakura: That's cause you updated it at night. You know people won't see it.

Me: TT-TT Yeah, but I was happy that I finished a chapter so early!

Ayume: =sighs= If you guys are reading this, please (If you didn't) read the last chapter, cause it'll help to know what's going on...kinda.

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Ryou hummed a tune to himself as he strolled down the hallways. His hips swaying with the beat in his head. He loved this song, yet, he has no idea what it's called. They taught it to him when he first got there but they don't want him to know what's it's called. Ryou didn't mind though, he's just happy to have people like them around. Even if they don't know that he can't he up and about so much.

The afternoon sun shined through the naked windows brightening up his way. The wind tickled his neck as the white locks blew off his shoulders and rode in the wind. It was fun coming down this corridor, it was the only one that they can't follow him down. A perfect way to be alone.

Ryou stopped and turned his head to the window. "I wonder…" Opening the window more a great gust of wind blasted in his face and settled down to a little breeze. Blinking his eyes from the dryness it caused, Ryou poked out. "Where, oh, where are you?" He asked in a sing a song voice.

Brown eyes scanned the semi-dead garden under the windowsill and to the stone walkway that was cracking on some of the sides. To the large tree in the front and to the dark patches of grass here and there, Ryou continued to search. Then he found it.

"Bingo!" Ryou cheered, but his throat wish he didn't. Ignoring the pain rising up from his lungs, the hikari ran down the rest of the hall.

His trip lasted only a few minutes when he was standing in front of the main doorway. Looking over his shoulders for any sign of the yami's and best friend, he opened the door ever so slowly and slipped right through.

When outside, Ryou closed the door and flinched when it made a creak. He held his breath listening. He wasn't suppose to go outside by himself. Bakura said, since this is a new neighborhood, he doesn't know what kind of people live here. But, he was only going out for a second, it's not like anyone will come around here. They said so themselves.

"Now…" Ryou breathed out after the coast was cleared. He hopped down the steps and around the house where the window he looked out of was.

The hikari stopped after sometime. The windows all neatly lined up for him. "1...2...3..." He counted passing each one with a nod. After reaching around nine, the curtain of the open wide window suddenly flapped in his face. He squeaked pulling it off and sighed.

"Great, now the curtains want to eat me." He said laughing at his own joke. Ryou stood in front of his window and looked ahead. A pout plastered on his lips. "But, I saw you around here." He said getting down on his knees and feeling the ground.

Pale hands gently gliding over the dead grass. Brown eyes searching for the lost item he saw outside that window but was now suddenly disappeared.

Ryou bit his lower lip grabbing a handful of dirt and throwing it across the lawn. He sat up, crossing his arms over his chest. He huffed glaring at the ground like it was it's fault.

"Great," He muttered slightly slouching on his legs. "Now, Bakura will get mad at me for losing my pills…again." Ryou sighed going back to crawl on the ground again. "At least I can say Malik lost them, it was his fault I brought them outside."

Shaking his head, he pouted. "Nah, I don't want Malik in trouble. Bakura is in his protective-mother mood, anyways." Ryou giggled, a image of a girly looking Bakura in a sundress screaming at a puppy Malik. Then, there was Marik in the background, smoking a pipe while reading a newspaper not even caring what was going on.

It seemed like that at times. Malik or him braking something and Bakura will be the one giving the lecture. Marik only yells at them if it was something of his, nothing else, but his things.

Ryou shook his head with a playful smile playing on his lips. Knowing it or not, Ryou thinks of them all like a big, weird, messed up family.

That smile, oh so sweet and innocent, soon died down. Ryou hung his head foreword. "Our family will be losing a member soon, I know it." His voice trembled. He didn't know what he has, but it was painful, and growing more painful with each passing day. No one tells him what he has, but he doesn't even want to know anymore.

It's already to painful to know he might not have that many days left.

"…Bakura…"

A great shadow cast over the hikari suddenly blocking all light from touching his pale skin. "Are you looking for these?"

With a start, the teen looked up and whimpered. There was an unknown man standing in front of him. In that angle he was in, he couldn't make out what he looked like but that he was holding the pills bottle.

Giving an uncertain nod, Ryou lowered his head more. Now he was wishing he never came outside.

The man must of thought he was welcomed cause he crouched down on the spot making Ryou jump to a sitting position, his arms in front of him protecting himself the best he can.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a friend." He said in an accent. The hikari took a quick look at the strange in front of him. The man had on an old fashion black suit with a white undershirt. Dark brown hair neatly combed back in a little ponytail. The face was naked of any facial hair, yet, had some wrinkles here and there even though he looked pretty young. The weird thing about this man Ryou thought was out of place for his look, was that he wasn't wearing any shoes.

The man smiled and outstretched his hand to pet Ryou's head but the teen flinched. "Oh, are you still scared?"

Ryou nodded again scooting back. "My yami told me not to talk to strangers." His voice was weak, he didn't like this man. He didn't feel right to him.

The man's smile didn't faze. He didn't take a second thought as he petted the white locks. "That's a good boy, you neva talk to strangers. But I'm no stranger." He stopped for a moment to look at the teen with a soften stare. "What's your name by any chance."

He swallowed hard. Ryou didn't like being touched by no one but the three that are unaware that he's here by himself. "…R-Ryou…" Ryou stuttered. Bakura told him never tell any stranger his name, but this man, it's like he was draining his mind and taking control, forcing him to talk.

"Ryou, huh? What a cute name." Again, the man petted him but this time on his shoulder. "You know who I am, Ryou?"

The teen shook his head and wince at the knot in his throat. His lungs started to burn, but it only started when he touched him. It could be that he was stressed out about all this, but it was hurting badly.

"I'm the old owner of this house." He spoke taking his hand away, much to Ryou's relief. "I grew up here when I was a youngster." His tired eyes looked at the house like watching an old memory come to him. "Me and my family moved into this house and loved it like a second mother." He sighed turning his attention back at Ryou. "It's such a shame this isn't my home anymore."

Ryou frown, he forgotten all about the stranger danger Bakura told him, and sat down more comfortably on the hard dead ground. His head in an angle watching the man with curiously instead of fear. For some reason, he always becomes more settled when seeing another sad or frighten, no matter what the situation is. Another reason Bakura never leaves his side.

"Why did you move if you loved this place?" Ryou asked. He moved a piece of hair out of his face and smiled at the grown up.

A smile crept on his lips. Like Ryou, the man sat on the ground not caring that his suit would get dirty. "It's a long story, really. You see, our family was of five." As he spoke Ryou listened, the pain in his lungs dieing down to nothing but a tickle.

"There was father and grandma." The man held up his fingers and pushing them down one by one for each member he said. "My two younger brothers and me." He grinned. "Those two would always fight, no matter what it was about, those two would go all out just to prove they aren't going to let it down." He chuckled. "I remember this one time, when we went to the park and there was only one swing left, they fought each other on who will get it but it turns out, cause of that fighting, someone else took it. They came home with cuts and bruises and long faces."

Ryou laughed, that sounded like something Marik and Bakura did at their old neighborhood. "Those two must of really not like each other, huh?"

The man nodded, "Yes, but they can't hate each other cause they're family." He said. He grabbed a roach that was walking by his bare feet and flung it. "Funny thing is, they may be twins but they surely don't act like the other-expect about fighting all the time." He laughed at the comment and sighed. "Those two…"

Ryou blinked leaning back on his arms. "You didn't say they were twins."

The man gave a start. "I didn't? My, I'm sorry."

"It's ok." The hikari smiled. "So, what's the difference between them you were saying."

"Well," He put a thoughtful finger on his chin. "The older twin was a troublemaker. Always wanting to get attention but in the wrong of ways. He loved causing mischief to his brother, which, always started the fights."

The man pulled on his sleeve before continuing. "And the other, well, you could say he's like an shy angel. Kind of like you are, Ryou."

Ryou blinked pointing at himself. "Me?"

The man nodded. "Yup. Shy, sweet, gets nervous when others are near him that he doesn't know." When Ryou sweat dropped, the man chuckled petting his head. "Plus, that face you have, it reminded me of him. For a second, I thought you were him looking around on the ground for a toy his twin threw out the window again."

For some reason, the touch was warm and sweet, not like before where it felt like it was burning his lungs. "Why don't they like each other?" The teen asked, leaning into the touch.

The petting stopped, which was raising Ryou's curiosity. He peeked at the man and pouted.

"Well…" The man sighed, pushing back the imaginary hairs out of his face. "You could say they are like night and day. One was dark and cold while the other was bright and warm. They could neva stand each other for a second till one of them starts the fight, but that's always night. Sometimes I thought I was a bad brother to them cause I couldn't stop they're fighting."

Ryou pouted. He reached up on his head and grabbed hold of the hand then held it near his chest. With the confused look on the man's face Ryou smiled at him. "It's not your fault." He said with a cheerful tone. "They did love each other, but I bet they didn't know how to show it."

The man smiled. "Thank you, Ryou. That's a weight off my shoulders."

The teen giggled, his white locks falling on his forehead as he tilted his head. "Your welcome."

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here? No one comes to this house."

Ryou blinked, his smile not fading. "Oh, I live he-"

"Ryou! There you are! I been looking for you all over!"

The teen gave a start. He swiftly turned his head around at the voice. "S-sorry, Bakura!"

The yami gave an annoying sigh running his fingers through his wild white hair. "Man, I thought you collapsed somewhere and dieing." He stopped and leaned out the window with a scowl. "And I thought I told you not to come outside without one of us with you. What if someone kidnapped you? Then what?"

Ryou pouted. "But I wasn't, see." He gave a weak smile waving his arms around to show he was still there. "And I am with someone."

Bakura raised a brow. "Um…young one…I think you need glasses, there's no one there."

"No, he's right here…" When he turned back around, the person that had suddenly appeared before him disappeared. "But…he was just right here."

Bakura sighed getting off the windowsill and stretching his arms over his head. "Ryou, when I said to bring someone outside with you I didn't mean your imaginary friends."

Ryou shot him a glare. "But he wasn't imaginary! He was just here."

Picking his ear and yawning, Bakura looked at his finger and wiped it on his shirt. "Sure he was, and just like last night when you said your friends were in your room." He laughed.

"They said not to laugh at them, remember?" Ryou yelled back, his lungs hurting once again.

Bakura tsked waving to him. "Fine, fine, whatever you say. Now, get in here before I have to get you, and believe me, it won't be pretty since you got me all worried about you." With that said, Bakura disappeared down the hallway, Ryou frowned when he heard his laughing fading away down it.

The hikari sighed, he was about to stand when something caught his eye. He reached for it and smiled. "At least before he left he didn't take my pills with him." He giggled as he stood and ran to the front door.

As soon as he enter past those doors coldness ran down his arms. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as his body shivered. Ryou peaked over his shoulder and raised a brow.

He never felt one breeze while he was out there and the sun was making everything hot and sweaty. Yet, it felt like he stuck his hand in the freezer. Ryou raised his one arm to his view and pouted. Even though it felt like nothing but a breeze to him didn't mean it was one. The teen sighed tugging on his jacket to cover it. No matter how hot it was, Ryou still would be freezing to a touch. The jacket was to hide it so they won't worry…but, that's to late.

"Ryou?"

The hikari shook out of his trance and smiled at the concern teen before him. "Yeah, Malik?" He said trying to keep his voice calm.

Malik tilted his head to one side, his bottom lip stuck out like he was a worried child. "Ryou, Why didn't you take me with you?" He asked, his voice one that sound hurt and uneasy. "Bakura said not to leave the house without a partner."

Ryou shook his head and walked past him. "It was only a second, and besides, I needed my pills." He showed the label bottle over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Even so…" Malik caught up, his pace equal to Ryou's. "I wanted to come outside, too. Marik wants to watch Tv and Bakura was looking for you, so they couldn't take me."

They entered the tiled floored room. The sickness was making it harder for him to stay up longer these days. He sat on one of the chairs and sighed. "It was only for a second, Malik." Ryou said, putting the medicine on the table.

Malik smirked going over to the fridge and opening it to welcome the cold kisses it formed on his tan skin. "Sure it was. Now, what you like to drink before I close this thing?"

Ryou grinned leaning back on his chair. "How about a can of 'Make me better' or 'shut up, and get me a Sprit.'"

The Egyptian laughed closing the door and dropping the Sprit in the pale waiting hands. "Man, PMSing much?"

Taking a sip of his soda the teen smirked. "Don't blame me, blame the pills. They make me loopy!" He stuck out his tongue and criss-crossed his eyes causing the Egyptian to choke on his soda.

Malik coughed and laughed which, made a mess on the floor for Bakura to clean. "Damn it Ry, you trying to kill me?"

"Don't know? Is that an option?" This was Ryou right? He wouldn't be smiling after saying something like that…or are those pills making him do this?

Malik snorted leaning against the table where he sat his can. He blinked at the teen which in turn, made him wiggle under the gaze.

"What?" Ryou asked, annoyed from his friend's weird mood. Malik wouldn't be silent this long. Heck, Bakura ducked tape his mouth for talking through a movie but they still got kicked out cause of his voice. This…Silent Malik was scaring the pale hikari. "Malik, Speak!"

As if like a dog, he followed his master's orders. "Woof, woof."

Ryou groaned, "Oh, Ha Ha, Very funny. What were you looking at?"

Malik shook his head and pointed at the teen. "What's up with your arm? You turn chameleon on me?"

Brown eyes blinked as they followed the finger to the revealing arm that was resting on the table. They widen at the deadly pale skin…No, what was not pale no more. It was forming a big black mark. Ryou panicked and covered it under his shirt. "It's nothing," He rushed nearly hitting the soda can with his elbow. "I fell-yeah, when I was outside!"

That didn't really sounded to convincing to the white head. Even he couldn't believe any of it and that was his lie!

Tan shoulders shrugged and Malik sighed. "If you say so. Better put ice on it before it gets worst."

In Ryou's mind, he was cheering. It was rare for him to lie but when he does, they always believed him, which was always awesome on his part.

"Thanks, can you get me some?" Ryou asked relaxing his shoulders. He was happy to have a gullible friend around even if it was Malik.

After nodding, Malik opened the fridge once more and closed it with an ice pack in his hands. But right when that door closed that empty air that was there before he opened it was filled with a new presence.

Ryou double backed, both hands gripping either the table or the back of the chair. His face paler then normal when that figure suddenly appeared. Malik jumped to his side concern at his friends weird actions.

"Ryou, what's wrong? Is it your chest again? Ryou!" Malik yelled shaking the teen's shoulders to get a response instead of just Ryou staring into blank space. He couldn't see it, he couldn't see the dark shadow person standing there like a statue beside the every spot he was in moments ago. "Ryou!"

He couldn't hear his friend's pleas, all he heard was the whispering in the wind that came from that dark mouth that formed unheard words. It stopped and turned to leave.

"Ryou?" The pale hikari shook his head and stood startling the other hikari. "whoa, what's wrong?"

Ryou didn't say anything. He ran right past him and into the hall. It was telling him something, follow him? Come? He didn't know, he couldn't understand what it said, or can't hear what he said.

"Ryou, what's up? You seen something?" Oh No, he forgot Malik!

The teen turned around. He didn't expect the Egyptian to be this close to him till he bumped heads with him. Both hikari's yelped in pain rubbing their own heads. Ryou was first to break the moans of pain,

"Malik, go play with Marik. I'm busy."

Malik blinked straightening up. His head tilted to one side as he spoke, "And with what? I want to know why you were all 'Oh My Ra, it's Godzilla!' in there?"

Ryou bit his lower lips till it stung. He didn't want him to follow. They were getting restless lately, that's why he wanted to stay in that hallway in the first place that morning. "It was nothing. I forgotten something I need to do." Ryou once again turned away from his friend but was stopped half way when Malik reached over and gripped his wrist. "Malik, let go."

"Like Anubis I will. You think I would believe that face you made was something you forgotten? Nope, you saw something, and I like to know if this will cause an adventure." he ended his little rant with a toothy grin which caused the teen in hand sigh.

"Malik, please. I don't want you to fol-"

There! He saw the shadow again. It's body was disappearing down a hall.

"Malik, let go!" Ryou yelled trying to rip the tan finger's off his wrist. He needed to follow it before he losses it, again.

Malik's grip loosen and as he let go Ryou bolted away like an animal getting freed from a trap. His lavender eyes followed his white hair till they vanished behind a corner. Wasn't long till a playful smiled formed on those lips.

"Like Ra I would let you have all the fun." Then, he too, vanished beyond that corner following his little white rabbit down the hole to Wonderland.

Following the shadow was easy, but doing it with your lungs sending needle like bullets up your spine wasn't. But he needed to know what it wanted. Ryou knew this shadow just from the energy it gave off, and by all cost had to find out the mystery.

Round and round the little white head made. Ryou was running out of breath when he came upon the last turn. His white locks stuck to his forehead as he lean against the wall for support while he coughed into his hands. It was like that night…

"…follow…"

Ryou barely lifted his head to the light voice. His mind was racing as fast as his heart when he saw the figure before him. His body didn't register in time to notice that it was right in his face, the skin like vaporized clouds. Behind those dark clouds was a door. That same door from that night.

The shadow back away and appeared to be floating. It's body became transparent as it came closer to the door, soon, it disappeared like a flame on a candle.

"Wait!" Ryou managed to cough out. His eyes closed shut as he held a tight grip over his chest. It was burning! He wanted it to stop!

No sooner as he wished it it stopped. He blinked back his forming tears and looked down at himself in confusion. He sighed and looked at his hands. He must be near by somewhere. He thought as a smile crossed his lips. Pushing himself away from the wall Ryou stood staring at the door the shadow couldn't touch.

A memory crossed his mind. That red orb. He hadn't seen that in while, in fact…

He shook his head from that night and huffed. If that figure wanted him to go down there, then he might as well. Weird, when has he ever followed mysterious figures orders before? Shrugging at the question Ryou gripped the handle and turned it.

As soon as that door opened a cold breeze followed up the stairs riding through his body and out behind him. He hugged himself and glanced frightening down those steps. It was pretty dark down there, only light that seem to be was one that could be from a window somewhere down there.

After his body got use to the cold air Ryou descended down the steps, "Ryou, why are you going down to the basement?" He asked himself. He needed to distract himself from the creeks and moans the steps made for each time his foot came down on them. "You could be sitting at the table still, making up more lies about your arm and listening to Malik's mouth go on and on about another movie moment."

Ryou huffed and held on tight to the railing beside him. "Cause that shadow wanted me to go down here." He answered his own question.

"Oh, so you would do whatever an undead person that floats like Casper says?"

"Well…only if they really wanted my help."

He tsked shaking his head with an mocking smirk. "Man, your just sad, dude. Just sad."

You see, since he didn't have Bakura in his body anymore to start arguments with he just started them himself. It was weird at first answering his own questions and fighting with his only mind, but, what hasn't been weird in his life. Heck, he has an psycho yami as his lover.

When his foot made contact to the bottom his eyes scanned his surroundings. It was bare, no color but that boring grey that was painted on the walls that cried from the dust that cling to them. He was right about the window letting in the dim light. It's glow revealing the little dust that danced in the air before him. Ryou gasped covering his mouth and nose with his jacket's sleeve. This much dust could hurt him badly and he wasn't looking forward to being in a hospital bed with someone poking his ribs with a popsicle stick again.

Maybe I should leave. He thought. His lungs already gotten some of the dust particles and were already getting aggravated. I bet that shadow didn't want me to follow it after all. Maybe I was just thinking things again and it only wanted to play with me.

He sighed and made the decision to leave the basement till something caught his eye. And being a little curious kitty that he is, he couldn't help but check it out.

Ryou looked over at the wall in the far corner and tilted his head. It was the only wall that was in the shadows, yet, had the most color then any other ones in there. He neared it and without removing his sleeve from his face bent down looking closely at the writing.

It was all fading away already. Some lost the ends of their unfinished sentences while others were scratched out repeatedly like those weren't the right words. Ryou tapped on one of the scratched out words and used his nail to remove some of the cover-ups. Whatever they used to write these didn't smell to good. After awhile Ryou gave up, all he did was make it look worst.

Ryou looked up the wall and notice every inch of it was written on. But, only this wall gotten the treatment. He stood up and gazed over the high ones. Most of them were the same thing repeated over and over again. Squinting his brown orbs, he saw clearly what they were and back away wishing he didn't find out. What he read was;

"My family all deserve to die…"

The hikari whimpered staring at the sentence. It was everywhere! No matter which corner he looked it was there. How could anyone wish for something like that?

Without warning, a whistle over head made the teen startled and stumble back into someone's arms. Ryou panicked trying to free himself from the unknown source but it was no use. They held a great grip on his arms and his body was weak from the illness.

"Hey, watch it. I don't like black marks on this perfect skin of mines!" Ryou froze from his fight and looked up to meet a grinning Egyptian. "Yo!" Malik just dropped the teen's hands and grabbed his shoulder when he noticed the pale teen swaying.

When his thoughts were in order again Ryou glared at those lavender eyes. "Malik, I told you not to follow me!" He snapped but that didn't faze the other teen.

Malik shrugged. "Hey, I was bored." He winked at the hikari. "And I rather follow the little white rabbit to Wonderland."

Ryou sighed brushing his white bangs out of his eyes and glanced behind him at the wall again. "Your one annoying boy, Malik."

"But you still love me!" Malik smirked. He suddenly jumped and reached into his pockets. Ryou blinked looked at what it could be till a white mask was shoved in his face. "Good thing Bakura makes me carry these, it looks dusty down here."

A smile crossed those pale lips. Ok, so maybe he is happy to have him follow him after all.

Ryou tied the white mask over his mouth and nose. He crossed eyed at it and pouted. He looked like one of those crazy doctors he sees on Tv. Now, all he needed was a bloody lab coat and he can head to Hollywood.

"Hey, what's that?" Ryou went back into reality when Malik leaned on his shoulders looking over his head. "Are those writings on the wall? Spooky Cool!"

The angel sighed at his childish behavior. Of course he would think they were cool, he was a hikari to an insane yami after all.

The pale teen knocked Malik's hands off him with a scowl. "Yes they are. Now, come on. Let's leave." Ryou pleaded while pushing the tan teen away from the wall. That plan didn't work out to well.

"No way!" Malik side stepped the sicken teen-which almost fell from the sudden movement- and skipped to the writing. "Dude, these look old! Oh, look look, some of these look like something from a horror movie!" Malik squealed like a school girl pointing at each word with excitement. He stopped suddenly- much to Ryou's delight- and turned to the teen. "Hey, Ry, check this one out. I think it might freak you out."

"Oh no, if it'll freak me out then I'm not going anywhere near there again." Ryou said in a muffle from the mask and waving his arms in front of him in defense.

Malik only tsked as he stood back up, his back towards Ryou as he spoke, "But, I think you should really look at this."

"Nope, not going to! No, No, No, NO!" The teen glared at the wall and winced. "Time to leave. Let's go!" Ryou grabbed hold of Malik's arm to attempt to drag him up the stairs, but, it would have been easier if he had a frying pan or a bat…Nah, a cinder block can work better on that empty head of his. It was a good thing he didn't have a forest of blonde vines like Marik to protect it.

The Egyptian only pouted not budging an inch. "Man, Ry, what's up with you?"

Ryou only took a glance at his friend and his eyes bugged out. No, it wasn't cause Malik was giving him the look that said "Are you crazy or something?", no, it was what was going on behind him.

"Please, Malik, I want to leave!" Ryou yelled, his eyes turn to ones of a doe to headlights when what was going on behind the tan teen started to get worst. At least he knows what the person who wrote those words used to mark them…

Blood, and a great amount that could easy kill them. The words dripped down the walls surface like a waterfall, it's bright red color mixing to black. Everything that was on it was turning into a flesh wound of a newly cut skin.

Ryou let Malik's arm drop and he backed away. His body shaking. Can't Malik see it? It was right behind him! Brown eyes looked down and saw the blood making a circle around Malik's feet like it was trying to trap him there.

"Huh, what's wrong, Ry?" Malik asked. Why can't he see the crimson that was coming alive right there? It was closing in on him but he can't feel it, even when some of it dripped on his shoulders.

The white head shivered. It was freezing, without the mask he bet he could see his own breath. It wanted them out!

Again, Ryou gripped Malik's arm and this time, managed to drag him a couple of feet from the blood oozing wall. But that didn't stop it from following them. The hikari panicked, he didn't know what could happen if it touched him but he wasn't going to stick around to find out.

"Malik!" Ryou cried out, his chest hurt. The atmosphere in there was changing. It was getting harder and harder to breath through without coughing out your own air. "Please, let's go! I can't breath!"

Malik came all alert now. Just the mention of those words made him move on his own. He looked straight in Ryou's face with concern. "damn it, why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" He grabbed the pale hand that was on his arm and pulled him towards the stairs, barley missing the dark hands that rose from the blood and started to grab at them.

Finally racing up the stairs with Malik in front, Ryou peaked over his shoulder at the dark corner.

It all vanished.

The blood, the cold heavy air, everything like it never happened. The teen thought he gone crazy, maybe it finally reached his brain. But, he never wanted to go back there again. After getting off the basement's steps, Ryou looked at Malik with one question in his mind.

Couldn't you see it Malik?

When they were about to turn the corner a loud bang was over heard. The hikari's stopped midair and turned around. The basement door shut closed. Both hikari's looked at each other, in their eyes they were asking if one of them did it.

Ryou was first to break the silence. "Malik…what just happened?"

"I'm as clueless as you little angel." He replied. Malik looked down and frowned. "Are you ok? You said you couldn't breath earlier."

The hikari nodded, his white bangs jumping as he did so. Something cold ran through his arm and when he looked down on it he yelped.

Startled, Malik glanced down and whimpered. He reached out to grab the pale limb but it was taken away from him. Lavender eyes sadden as they looked up at brown ones. "Ryou…That does not look like you fell."

Ryou hid his arm under his jacket and turned to leave. "It was, I fell outside. Come on, Bakura might be worried."

Malik was about to stop him but didn't. He jerked his hand back and sighed. "You go, I forgot something."

The white head froze and glanced at him in doubt. He opened his mouth but closed it. Ryou shook his head, "Ok, just don't get lost when coming back. It's like a maze around here." He joked as he left.

He knew Malik was going back down there to see what Ryou was scared of, but, no matter what he says won't stop him from his curiosity. Besides, it seemed they can't touch him like they do with him. And he was greatful that he didn't question more about his arm. That mark...looked like someone grabbed him.

When Ryou's body disappeared beyond the other corridors, Malik sighed and turned around. Yup, he was going back down there. But, it wasn't what Ryou thought he would be doing.

The Egyptian stood in front of the door and stared at it like it would come to life and eat him. To his disappointment it didn't. He sighed and opened it, nothing seemed different then when he came down those steps. Silence reached his ears like the world gone mute, even the steps were silent.

He jumped the rest of the way and glanced at the walls. Nothing. All bare like when he came in before. He turned to his side at the written wall he saw Ryou stare at and jump away from like it burned him or something.

Malik walked over. The glow from the window glisten over his tan making it caramel like as he passed by. It was warm down there but he didn't expect it less. No open air ways and the sun at an angle in the middle of the room, of course it would be hot down there. All it needed was a fan.

Stopping not so far from the written writings Malik crouched down scanning the lettering. He saw it before, but it seemed to be hidden again. Was it playing with him cause now he was looking for it? It always seemed like that though. When your searching for something you can't find it but when you forget about it and not look, there it is mocking you that it was in plain site.

"I know you were here." He whispered biting his lip as he searched. Malik knew it was down there on the bottom, and he wasn't leaving till he sees it again.

He knew Ryou wouldn't want to see it since the ones on top was all about wishing for death on love ones. What a thing to write. But, these were out of anger. He could tell by not just the wording, but the energy it gave off.

Bingo! Malik smiled as he leaned in more on his find. The light from the window shined through his shoulders at the only one he was staring at. It may be small, but it was powerful.

Smirking, he stood up, his hands on his hips. His mouth formed the words it wrote, the very one's he wanted Ryou to read. He said;

"Two dead boys got up to fight tonight…"

He thought it was funny. How could the dead get up to fight? But, what would they be fighting about?

Malik shook his head and turned to leave when he stopped. A thought crossed his mind. Weird, Why does that seem familiar? He put a thoughtful finger on his chin as he tried to dig through his memories for that saying. He knew it, but can't seemed to recall from what.

"Oh well." He shrugged his arms in quits. "Guess I neva meant to remember."

The Egyptian left the room. After the door closed all was quiet again but for the sound in that corner.

He couldn't hear it. How could he not? He was standing right there while that child was crying. It's body wasn't dark and vapor like like the one that lead Ryou here. It was an outline. A light little glow formed around it. Where the sun's ray touched on the presence that part of the body disappeared.

It was crying unknown tears as it huddled in the corner. Poor thing, no one saw him and he was there that whole time. Even Ryou couldn't see him, yet, he saw the blood.

The child stopped for a moment and lift one of it's arms. It clawed on the wall and some of the letterings floated off. The words floated in front of the child as if waiting for something. It lifted it's head, and they all crashed to the ground like rain. More blood was next to it's feet.

It giggled and glided it's fingers over it. The outline of those fingers turned black like night. It brought those black hands to his face and smirked, fangs flashed from it's mouth as it splattered the blood on the wall. It soon started to make words.

"He won't escape from me, again…"

It laughed menacing as it wrote that. Again and again he made that sentence over all the others he made before it. The child loved it! All that red dripping from it's claws as they dipped in the puddle and made more of that sentence.

What a feeling it gave off! The air got heavy and darker the more the blood rode up it's arms, turning it dark and shadowy from the trail. Soon, the darkness reached it's face. The sad eyes turned sharp and red. Those kind that could haunt you for the rest of your life.

When the puddle was gone the shadow stood. It looked at the room with an evil smirk. It needed more life from him so he could move again. And it'll get it from him if he likes it or not.

Like a flash, it disappeared through the wall like a blur. It was time to play.

"One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight…"

Me: If you guys didn't get about the basement thing, let Ayume explain.

Ayume: O.o Me?

Me: Yes, you! I'm to lazy at the moment to talk and I'm working on chapter 7...yup, at least the next one will be up faster. ^w^

Ayume: =sighs= Ok, so, do you guys get that from both Ryou's and Malik's trip down the basement was completely different?

Marik: My hikari got the easy trip.

Bakura: While mines got the messed up one.

Ayume: If you still don't get it, read those two parts again. You can see a difference, oh, and they are important for future chapters.

Me: Yup! And thank you all that reveiwed! (Even the one's that sent my reveiws through pm's.) ^w^ I love reading what you thought on this.

Ayume: So, review and tell us what you think.

Marik: More horror or less?

Bakura: More funny or more serious?

Me: Please tell me and I will anwser questions in the next one, too. Mahalo! (Mean's "Thank you" in hawaiian.)