Aaaand...here's another chapter! Hehe, I have been in a writing mood, so enjoy it! Haha. Anyways, if you are confused for the new title of this sotry, just go listen to Within Temptation's new song "Where is the Edge" because that is what it is named after. Emjoy this chapter! :)

~Reveiwers~

-MelencholyHappiness: Yes, our poor little Mariku did get his ass kicked. Hehe, thanks for the review! ^^

-indiesaurusrex: Well, I'm glad you like this story so much. It makes me happy. :3

-VampirePrinssess: Yes! Finally they kissed! Haha, thank you for the review, my dear. :D

Warnings: None

Pairing Update: A tiny bit more Psychoshipping. Hehe. ^^

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh...awww...:(

Reddish-brown eyes cracked open slowly as the white-haired yami cleared the foggy haze in his mind and crawled his way up to consciousness. Letting out a small sigh, he moved to stretch his stiff arms. He hissed as he felt the cold, metal cuffs dig into his already chaffing wrists as he moved his arms. However, he pushed past it and stretched the stiffness away, letting out a groan of relief as he did.

Looking next to him, he nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw Marik's face so close to his. But, he soon relaxed as he realized that the younger yami was asleep and his head had probably just lulled there while he was slumbering.

So, he decided to take in the tomb keeper's sleeping features. His lilac eyes were closed, his face still and relaxed. His mouth open slightly, his cheeks slightly flushed. All in all, the tanned yami looked quite adorable. Cracking a small smile, Bakura reached up, wincing slightly, and brushed a stray bang away from the tanned face.

However, he jerked his hand back as Marik's eyes snapped open, his whole expression wild and frightened. He started shaking and it took the thief a couple minutes to figure out what he did wrong.

"Marik…Marik! Marik, calm down. It's me! It's Bakura! Calm down!" the tomb robber said urgently, his eyes shining with confusion and concern.

"Bakura!" the tanned yami shrieked.

"Shh, Marik. I'm right here, I'm right here."

Finally, after several minutes of gentle coaxing, the tomb keeper's wild lilac eyes calmed down and focused on Bakura. Then, to the thief's surprise, a wide but sad smile split across the tomb keeper's face. "B-Bakura…" he whispered.

Chuckling slightly, Bakura nodded. "Yes, I'm still here, Marik."

The younger immortal gave a shaky sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. I thought that…last I saw of you was a dream…"

Bakura sighed but before he could speak, the door of the soul room slammed open and both of the yamis looked around at the familiar figure walking in.

"So, my captives have been conversing, eh?" Yami Marik snickered, walking closer. The thief narrowed his eyes and wrapped his arms, as best he could, around the tanned yami's shoulders; a clear sign of protection.

The demon snickered. "Well, isn't that cute. The thief is trying to protect the little tomb keeper."

"Stay away from us." Bakura hissed out, reddish-brown eyes practically glowing with anger and hatred. However, this did not faze the tanned demon at all and he just laughed at the two of them, his lifeless lavender eyes glimmering.

"If I were you, thief, I would stay out of my way. Wouldn't want you to be harmed instead of my worthless other half, now would you?" Yami Marik said, smirking as he watched Marik shrink back at the sick tone.

Those words just made Bakura angrier. "You touch one more hair on his head and I swear to you that if the shadows do not destroy you, I will."

"Ha! Empty promises, Bakura. Now, move aside." The demon said.

"No."

Lavender eyes narrowed. "Say that again, thief."

Reddish-brown eyes narrowed, shining with defiance. "No."

Marik only watched with slightly wide eyes, afraid for Bakura's safety. Yami Marik did not like people talking back or questioning him. What would he do to the white-haired yami now that he did both?

Finally, the tanned demon smirked. "Fine. I warned you." He said before he grabbed a fistful of white hair and slammed the thief's head back against the wall. Bakura groaned in pain, slumping forward as he suddenly became dizzy and light-headed.

"Bakura!"

"Shut up, fool! It's time for me to have some fun with your little thief here…" Yami Marik hissed before he moved to unlock the tomb robber from his cuffs while said thief was still out of it.

Marik struggled. "No! Leave him alone, you bastard!"

The evil spirit ignored his "lighter half" and grabbed Bakura by the collar of his shirt, flinging him out into the middle of the dimmed room. The thief's eyes fluttered as he tried to clear his mind but a yelp was drawn from him as Yami Marik flipped him over on his stomach, pushing his face down into the cold ground.

"Now stay still."

Those three words snapped Bakura out of the haze and he began squirming like mad in the demon's hold. Said demon growled with annoyance before slamming his knee hard down on the small of the tomb robber's back. Bakura let out a small cry of pain before biting his lip.

"Now, I'll say it again; stay still."

"Let me go!"

The spirit narrowed his eyes. "You just won't listen, will you? Fine, then you leave me no choice."

Bakura growled as Yami Marik willed more chains to come out of the shadows, trapping him in the middle of the room. The white-haired yami squirmed and writhed but could not break free of them. "Get these off of me now!" he growled. However, when he looked up, he realized that the evil spirit was no longer next to him.

He was next to Marik.

"Get away from him!"

The demon merely sniffed in the thief's direction, his soulless eyes focusing on the younger yami. Marik shrank back under his gaze, eyes wide and confused. Only then, as Bakura watched, did the tomb robber see how broken the tanned yami was. It…wasn't right.

"Now, little one, be a good little boy and stay still." Yami Marik purred before he thrust his arm forward and stabbed the tanned dark in the arm, twisting the blade around a bit. Marik let out ear-piercing shriek of pain, his head thrown back and his body arched forward.

Bakura's eyes widened. "Hey! Stop it!"

Yami Marik chuckled darkly, turning back to smirk at the tomb robber. "You would love for me to stop, wouldn't you?" he said, twisting the Millennium Rod's blade around, relishing the small cries of pain that came from the tanned yami.

The thief, however, couldn't take much more. "Stop hurting him, right now! Stop it!"

However, the demon just chuckled darkly before he brought the blade out and stabbed it back into the gapping wound, laughing sadistically as another cry of agony was torn from Marik's throat, a few tears dripping down the tanned yami's chin.

The white-haired thief continued to struggle against his chains, not wanting to see the younger yami in anymore pain. "Stop it, right now!" he nearly shrieked out. Seeing Marik in pain, true and severe pain, was sending Bakura into a whole whirlwind of emotions, the most prominent being anger, fear and helplessness.

But, it was when the evil spirit reached behind the younger immortal and started to lightly trace the Rod's blade across his scars did Marik begin to cry pathetically. "P-please…not there, please…I beg of you…" he whimpered out, squeezing his eyes shut and slumping forward.

That's what hit Bakura the hardest. He couldn't take this anymore. "ENOUGH! I'll do whatever you want! Just…get away from him!" the thief said growling.

Yami Marik ceased his tracing and straightened up right. Sending one more evil grin down at Marik, whose eyes widened at that, the demon walked right back over to the tomb robber. "You'll do…whatever I want?"

Bakura narrowed his eyes slowly. "Leave Marik alone. Leave his hikari as well as mine alone…and yes, whatever you want."

Marik only watched with slightly sad eyes, shaking his head. "No…no…" However, Yami Marik chuckled darkly, taking the thief's chin in one hand, looking him over like a fresh piece of meat.

"Excellent."

Ryou sat, for the longest time, in front of the door. Malik had tried to coax him away from it but only received a harsh snap of "No!" in return. It was quite obvious that the young light hasn't spent very long away from his dark before and was growing desperate.

But, the tanned teen didn't know what to do. Whoever this…evil demon was, it had both of their yami's now. What were they going to do without their protection? How were they going to get them back? What was happening to them? All of these questions without answers were grinding down on the teen's last nerve rather quickly.

Finally, Malik's frustration reached a boiling point. Stomping back over to the hikari, he growled out, "Ryou, for the last time, come away from the door."

As expected, the white-haired teen spun around and glared at his friend, anger in his eyes. "Go away, Malik. Just let me be."

The lilac-eyed teen narrowed his eyes and grabbed Ryou up by his arm, drawing a startled squeak from the innocent light. "You've been moping there for the past three hours. Stop it! It's getting on my nerves!"

Ryou blinked him, the anger in his eyes replaced by sadness. "I just…I want Bakura, Malik."

"And you don't think I want Marik?" he said sharply.

The doe-eyed teen flinched. "I…I…"

"You're not the only one that loves your yami, Ryou! Or did you forget?" the tanned teen went on, his grip on the smaller teen's arm tightening.

Ryou whimpered. "M-Malik, you're hurting me…"

Malik opened his mouth to continue but stopped as he realized what he was doing. He slowly let go of his friend, noticing with a guilty heart that there were faint bruises on the pale-skinned teen's arm now. "Ryou…I…I'm so sorry." He said softly.

The brown-eyed hikari took one look at his fellow hikari before he began sniffling. Then, he lowered his head. Finally, he started to cry. Malik's eyes softened instantly. He hadn't meant to make his friend cry.

"Ryou…" he said gently, reaching out to him. However, the white-haired teen shot forward and wrapped his arms around the Egyptian teen, burying his face in his chest and sobbing his little heart out.

Malik sighed, holding the littler hikari close and stroking his hair. "Oh Ryou…I'm sorry I snapped at you."

The gentle teen shook his head, wiping his eyes. "I-its okay, Malik…"

"No, it wasn't okay. You're hurting just as much as I am. I can't get mad at you for that." The tanned hikari said softly.

Ryou looked up at his friend, his eyes sparkling with tears but reflecting something that caught Malik off guard. "Do you love me?"

Lilac eyes widened. "I…Ryou, I love as my friend, as a brother."

The white-haired teen moved closer. "No. Not like that."

"Then…like how?"

"You know, Malik."

The tanned teen sighed. "Ryou…"

"Please, Malik! Please, I…I have to know!"

The Egyptian stared at his friend for a moment, his large, brown eyes shining with hope. Licking his lips nervously, he then sighed again.

"Ryou, I…"

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