A/N: This was originally going to be a oneshot, but I like how it's cuts off at the suspenseful part.

P.S. In this fic Malik is the Yami and Marik is the hikari, only because I wanted Marik to be the hikari and I needed a separate name for the Yami. Sorry if anyone gets confused.

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh!, then Tea would be dead and the Pharaoh would be in love with me. Unfortunately Tea is still alive and the Pharaoh is NOT my boyfriend, so use your brain.

Prove It

Marik Ishtar was walking home after visiting the Egyptian exhibit at the Domino museum for the umpteenth time, when he felt a presence behind him, arms around his waist, and breath on the back of his neck. Then a voice he knew all too well whispered in his ear, "Wanna go?"

It was the voice of his former yami.

Marik became slightly nervous but maintained a calm facade. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I really wish you would stop hitting on me, I don't swing that way."

"Of course not." The spiky-haired boy breathed into Marik's ear.

"Leave me alone, I need to go home!" Marik cried exasperatedly, pushing the taller boy away.

"Can I come?"

"No!"

"Please?" the former yami purred, grabbing hold of Marik's waist again.

"Am I interrupting something?" came a voice with a sneer in it from behind the two. Bakura.

"Yes, I was just about to take Marik home." Replied Malik, smirking challengingly at the white-haired boy.

"No, you weren't. Now leave me alone!" Marik huffed, attempting to push the taller boy away from him.

"You don't want to get on my bad side." the darkness breathed threateningly into Marik's ear.

Real fear awakened in Marik now. So far his former tormentor had been merely playful, but Marik had been dreading the awakening of his sadistic side. But Marik recognized the tone in the other boy's voice. Marik was quite familiar with his former yami's cruelty. Malik had never tried to abuse him sexually before, but this was most likely due only to the fact that they had not had separate bodies until recently.

Marik remembered the event well; the horrible pain of having a spirit that was once part of him ripped away mercilessly. He had asked prior to their separation what would happen to him because his "yami" was actually his alter ego, unlike Yugi's and Ryou's. The girl had explained that if Yami Marik had developed to the point that he was able to inhabit Marik's body and expel Marik's spirit from it, then he was evolved enough to basically be a separate person, and therefore would be separated from Marik the same way that the other two yamis would be separated from their hikaris.

Marik had screamed so loudly when he felt what seemed like his soul being ripped apart, but he remembered that his screams had been nothing when compared with the girl's. Marik could only imagine what she had gone through. Marik's own soul was being rent, along with the other two hikaris beside him, but she was using all of her own energy to give the yamis physical form. Enough life for six people had been sucked out of her violently. She narrowly survived the experience, one that would have killed anyone but her. But her species was filled with nothing but raw energy. She had quickly become Marik's best friend once she regained consciousness. After all, she had done Bakura and himself a huge favor. Her destiny and duty had been solely to resurrect the Pharaoh. She had offered to separate his and Bakura's yamis as well, and the Pharaoh had not been thrilled, (he could get rather protective of her, but it was two-sided) but had said that he understood that she should do what she felt she had to for her friends.

And so he and his Yami had become separate, and he had finally had peace of mind.

But now Malik had come for him.

Marik was interrupted from his thoughts by the feeling of hot fingers sliding under his shirt and feeling over his chest.

Marik let out a slight yelp of surprise and his eyes widened in fear, but he knew that he would have to comply with Malik's demands. It was either that or allow the spiky-haired boy to beat him viciously, take him, and then kill him once he'd gotten what he wanted.

The heat of the fingers was unexpected and rather unpleasant. It made Marik feel sticky, trapped, and slightly claustrophobic.

Marik closed his eyes tight. He would not call for help, he would not beg for mercy, it would only get him killed. He would stay silent and hope that if he did not complain Malik would keep him alive.

Even so, Marik could not help letting out a small whimper when Malik started to drag him away towards his house. He did not want this. Dammit, he was not gay!

"I believe he told you to leave him alone." Shit. Marik had completely forgotten that Bakura was there, and now Bakura was trying to start something.

"Oh really? I don't see him resisting." Marik could clearly hear the psychotic sneer in Malik's voice.

"Maybe that's because he's afraid of you." Bakura sneered back.

Marik could not help but be slightly offended by this. Even if it was true, the condescending tone in Bakura's voice was unmistakable.

"Maybe he has good reason to be." Malik hissed menacingly. The psychotic, sadistic mirth in his voice making Marik's spine go cold and his heart start pounding.

Bakura seemed completely unfazed by the threat and sauntered up so that he was only a foot or so away from the pair. "Well then maybe he should fill me in, because I don't see anything remotely threatening about you."

"Good idea," Malik replied. "Marik, tell him why he should be afraid of my power."

"Bakura,"Marik said shakily, I think that you should just go, before you get us both killed."

Bakura's blood red eyes went as hard as diamonds. He smirked, and it made him look terrifyingly dangerous. "Isn't that sweet," Bakura sneered, "little Marik's trying to keep me safe from the big bad porcupine."

Marik didn't quite know what happened next. He could feel himself flying through the air, and then slamming into a hard surface, most likely the wall of a building, and he fathomed that Malik had thrown him aside. He had hit his head against the wall, and everything started to get fuzzy. He looked up and the effort hurt his head. He had to see who would win this. Whoever it was it was most likely bad for him. Get away while they're distracted. He thought rather incoherently. He tried to drag himself away but the movement made his head swim and his arms gave out. He hit the ground with a thud and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the glint of a silver dagger plunging down towards a mass of white.

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