Paige: . . . I can't believe it. THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER! DDD:

Jess: Haha, yes it is. XDD

Paige: *Disclaimer* We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. . . But hey, I own my brain. . .

Chapter XIV

Bakura shut the laptop. Yami Marik was right about one thing. Google doesn't have any of the answers that the albino was looking for. Sure, there were a couple of sites that may have been decent, but Bakura wouldn't hold his breathe.

The albino didn't know what to say to the Egyptian yami. Its' not his fault he didn't care for Yami Marik the same way he cared for Marik. Why did the other yami even have to bring it up now?

Did I say something wrong? Bakura asked himself. He didn't think that he did… but…

He did blame the whole thing on Yami Marik and basically flat out told him he wasn't as important as Marik…

Okay, maybe it is my fault.

The other yami hadn't bothered to come out of 'his' room. Bakura hadn't even heard a noise from the room… it was just so quiet, he could even hear himself think.

For the first time, he wanted noise, he wanted someone to bug the living hell out of him. He wouldn't have even cared if was Yami Marik who was bothering him.

Bakura sighed his thoughts returning to the major problem, thinking of the many people who could ask about how to get Marik back. Only two came to mind…

But, sadly, he doubted Jesus was available at the moment which only left one other person… Yami.

Bakura shut the laptop in defeat and sat it on the table in front of him. He glanced back at the closed door, wondering just what he could say to the now depressed Egyptian yami. Standing up and stretching, the albino gathered all his courage and knocked on the door. No reply.

"…You there?"

No reply.

"Hey… Can I… come in?"

Still, silence was his only answer. Sighing in anger, Bakura gripped the doorknob and opened it with force , sending the door swinging around and hitting the wall. Yami Marik was laying on 'his' bed, his arm laying across his face as if to black out the light he'd left on. Bakura walked inside and shut the door behind him. He stared at the inert body as he rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Look, I-"

"Go away…" the other spat as he turned over on his side, his arm still covering his face. Bakura knit his eyebrows as he tried to keep his anger under control.

"I…" Bakura started again, "I just want to say-"

"What!" the Egyptian demanded angrily. "That you'll never love me more than my dear little hikari? That it will never be! That this whole damn thing is my fault! If that's what it is, then I already know. So leave me alone."

Bakura would be lying if he said he wasn't taken aback by Yami Marik's sudden outburst. After the wave of shock passed, Bakura neared the bed, struggling to find the right thing to say. Sighing, he sat down at the far end of the bed, next to Yami Marik's legs, and twiddled his thumbs.

"Actually… I wasn't going to say that at all… I… I wanted to say… I'm… I'm sorry…"

The room was silent for some time. It was painfully deafening to Bakura. Meanwhile, Yami Marik had tensed up immensely, almost as if he couldn't believe what the other had just murmured.

"…What… did you say?" Yami Marik asked questionable as he removed his arm and sat up on the bed, staring at the albino. Bakura's fists clenched.

"I said I was bloody sorry, don't make me say it again."

Silence followed once again, only this time it was much more awkward. Bakura could practically feel the others gaze on his back, and this made him uncomfortable. That was when he heard the sound of laughter. The albino jumped a bit at the sound, mostly because he wasn't expecting it. He turned to face the other. It was a dry, hollow laugh, not one of humor. It seemed almost sad, even dead in a way. A laugh without humor… one of plain disbelief and irony.

"Why… why're you… apologizing?" Marik asked almost sourly, after his laughing fit was through. Bakura's eyes narrowed.

"Because… it was wrong, of me, to say that. And, I'm… well, I've already said it twice."

A small, but grateful smile, snuck it's way onto Yami Marik's lips as he stared at the sheets in front of him. Yami Marik gave another small chuckle, this one a bit happier than the last. Then it turned into a laugh… an true laugh that sounded… happy.

"Thank you Bakura… thank you." the Egyptian smiled at Bakura.

The albino felt his cheeks grow hot, and he quickly turned his head in the opposite direction and stood up abruptly.

"C'mon… Let's head over to the Game Shop."

"Huh… why?" Yami Marik asked, a confused look on his face.

"Well, we're going to ask about this situation… and we're asking…"

"Your asking me?" Yami couldn't contain his hysterical laughter. "Wow…"

"That's what I'm doing, isn't it?" Bakura sneered, crossing his arms.

"Why would I know?"

"You were an Egyptian pharaoh in your past life!" the albino quickly added.

"And, because of that, somehow I'm supposed to know how to get Marik back?" Yami asked. "I mean… did you try hitting him again?"

"Yes, we did." Yami Marik murmured. "I remember it quite well."

"Okay…" Yami shrugged. "I guess your screwed. I have no idea how to get him back."

Bakura glared, his mood just getting worse.

"But I do have one question," Yami declared, eyeing Yami Marik. "Why are you still in your… uh…" he motioned to the boxers. Marik grinned smugly and crossed his almost proudly. Bakura sighed and rubbed his temples.

"He refused to put on clothes."

Yami scoffed.

"No shoes, no shirt, no service."

A winked twinkle appeared in Yami Marik's eyes.

"So, you're saying that if I didn't wear any pants, then-"

"Okay, okay, you win." Yami cut him off, covering his eyes with a hand. Marik just grinned.

"Anyway," Bakura cut in, already past irritated, "so you really don't know anything?"

Yami Leaned back against the wall and appeared to think. "Well… there is one option… but I'm not sure if it would work…"

The former pharaoh continued to think, as Bakura and Marik waited impatiently. Yami glanced at them. "Well, aren't you going to ask?"

Bakura's scowl deepened.

"I thought you were going to tell us anyway."

Yami shrugged.

"Okay, please, dear Yami, enlighten us, tell us, what the hell the answer to our problem is."

Yami smirked. "The tone of your voice made me forget."

Bakura huffed angrily, it was the only thing he could do to stop himself from yelling. "Would you please just tell us!" the albino gritted his teeth, seething with anger.

Yami Marik grinned smugly. "No, no… you do it this way." the Egyptian yami got on one knee in front of the tri-colored haired teen. He grabbed Yami's hand and slowly brought it up to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on it. Seconds later he pulled back, a smirk present on his face as he looked in the eyes of a disgusted yami.

Yami rolled his eyes, yanking his hand away from Yami Marik's grasp. "Do you want me to kick you upside your head?"

The tanned yami stood up, brushing off his boxers. "Do you want to make 'Hika' Marik try and cooperate with whatever you brain has concocted, pharaoh?"

Yami sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I probably should tell you now." the boy paused. "You must go to…"

"To…?" Bakura motioned for Yami to continue.

"Disney World." Yami paused, waiting for the two's reactions. He got two pairs of glaring eyes. "Okay, okay. You might have Shadow Realm."

"How do we get there?" Yami Marik asked, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh! Let's do it the fun way!" Yami grinned. "Let's play a shadow game."

"But we didn't bring any cards-"

Yami shook his head, tsking the two in front of him. "For this game, you don't need cards." he put one of his hands behind his back. "how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Yami, you can't be serious." Yami Marik face palmed. "This is the worst-"

"Can it. Just answer the question." Yami lips pursed into a straight line, as he shoved his free hand that wasn't behind his back into his pants pocket.

"Seven." Yami Marik guessed with heavy sarcasm.

"What no-"

"Wrong!" Yami laughed manically and snapped his fingers. The duo in front of him disappeared within a blink of his eyes.

"Hm… should I go after them?" he asked himself. "Nah."

Bakura awoke in the Shadow Realm; Yami Marik was laying beside him.

"Bloody pharaoh… he deserves to die," Bakura hissed as he pulled himself to his feet. "Why couldn't he have disappeared! Why!"

After a few more minutes of pointless fuming Bakura waited for Yami Marik to wake up.

"Hey," he nudged the other with his foot, "Wake up." the Egyptian boy stirred and swatted at the foot.

"What?" he hissed, opening his eyes. A confused expression crossed his face until sudden realization hit him.

"That's right… boy, doesn't this place look great. Just like I remember it." Yami Marik mused as Bakura helped him to his feet. "It's is a bit chilly though."

"Says the guy in only boxers." Bakura mumbled under his breath as he started to walk. "C'mon, let's get looking."

The two walked in both darkness and silence for a while, before Yami Marik attempted to lighten the mood.

"Hm… here Marik, Marik, Marik! Here boy!"

The Egyptian leaned over and clapped his hands, as if it was really a dog they were trying to catch. Bakura rolled his eyes.

"That's not going to work you moron."

"Oh wait! I've got it!" Yami Marik stopped suddenly and appeared to think. Bakura crossed his arms in impatience.

"Now… if I were Marik… where would I be…? Oh wait! I am!" laughter from the Egyptian soon followed after this corny joke, setting Bakura over the edge.

"For the love of Ra, can't you be serious! For once!" Bakura aimed to punch the other, but due to the darkness he wasn't quite where. It was when his fist connected with soft hair, he knew he had made a mistake. He heard a soft thump as something hit the ground in front of his feet.

"Oh for the love of," Bakura spat and smacked himself in the head. He waited a moment before calling out.

"Marik? Hello? Anybody there?"

He heard a soft, child-like moan and the sound of some type of movement.

"Baku-chan?" the familiar voice of Hika asked sleepily.

And then all hell broke loose.

"Wah! Baku-chan! It's dark! I'm scared! Save me Baku-chan!"

Bakura fell backwards as he felt something grip his legs. Startled he hit the ground with a thump, as Hika continued to cut off the circulation to his legs.

"Hika! Let go! Everything's alright!" he tried to say soothingly, but it come out as more of a scary bark.

Hika "eeped" and let go of the legs, as he crawled further away.

Ra, can this get any worse! Bakura thought in despair.

But of course that was exactly when it did.

"Eww… what is this thing on me! Baku-chan, get it off!"

Bakura heard an elastic sound. The boxers.

"Blah, I'm taking these off. They're weird feeling…"

Bakura eyes widened as he heard the sound of discarding clothes.

"Ack! Hika! No bad boy! P-Put those back on! Now!" For once, Bakura was glad the Shadow Realm was so dark…

"What? But Bakuuuuu!" Hika whined. Bakura hesitantly felt around in front of him for the boy. His hand eventually toughed the boys hair, which he tussled affectionately.

"Shh… no buts, Hika. Everything… everything will be okay… just… put the boxers back on… and…"

"I never took them off! I sopped when you said not to!" Hika yelled proudly. Next thing Bakura knew, Hika's arms were thrown around his body, and pulled him into a warm hug. "I love you Baku-chan."

Bakura sighed… and let his arms wrap around the other, pulling him closer.

"Yeah… Baku-chan loves you to…" Bakura hugged the boy for a minute, smiling to himself. When he let go, he searched for Hika's eyes in the darkness.

"Hika?" he said, his voice soft. "We have to go find Marik now."

"But I am Marik…" Hika stuck out his bottom lip.

"Yes… but we need to find…" he wanted to say the real Marik but reworded it. "the other Marik."

"Oh…" Hika frowned lightly. "How are we supposed to find him though, it's so dark…"

"I don't… he should be around here somewhere…" Bakura grumbled, trying to see something in the darkness.

Bakura felt Hika grab his hand and the albino walked forward, aimlessly in the darkness. He was afraid he was going to trip over something… but he did something else.

He ran into a wall… Bakura felt the surface of the wall with his free hand until his hand came across a metal doorknob.

A door? he thought, knocking on the door lightly.

"Marik?" he called out into the seemingly endless nothingness.

"I'm not ready to die!" a familiar voice cried out from within the closed in area. "Can I at least use the bathroom before-"

"Is that you Marik?" Bakura repeated.

"Fluffy?" Marik's voice was surprised. The surface that was pressed against his hand went away and well… there was Marik. "How did you get all the way out here?"

"We were looking for you," Bakura answered a bit confused by the sudden turn of events. Bakura felt a sudden emptiness in his hand… where had Hika gone?

"We? What do you mean 'we'?" Marik inquired. Bakura felt hands reach out blindly trying to find him.

"Ow, Marik, that's my face," Bakura snapped. Marik pulled back.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to… figure out where you're at."

Bakura sighed. He reached out and took Marik's hand in his own.

"There? Happy?"

"…I guess so…"

Bakura sighed irritably again.

"Who is this 'we'?" Marik demanded again. Bakura paused…

"Well… with Hika. And your yami."

"Huh?" Marik blurted bluntly, which didn't help Bakura's mood. Sure, he was happy he'd gotten Marik back, but now…

"I… I don't know where they went…"

All was silent for a minute.

"Maybe… in here?" Marik answered, pointing to his head (even though Bakura couldn't see.) Bakura merely remained silent.

"So… what exactly happened to me?" Marik asked, shivering a bit.

"Your… Your yami. He… suppressed you, sent you here, thinking he could take over your life."

"Well, that bastard," Marik scoffed, letting go of Bakura hand so he could cross his arms. "But… how did you get here?"

Bakura shook his head. "I don't even want to talk about it…"

"Why not?"

"I lost the worst possible Shadow Game in the world." Bakura frowned. "I could've send Yami Yugi here instead of me but… your yami made us lose."

"What was the game?"

"…how many fingers am I holding up behind my back." the albino mumbled.

Marik chuckled. "Oh well." he paused momentarily. "But… we need to figure out how to get out of here…" Marik sighed.

Bakura nodded. He began to walk away from the other when he heard Marik groan.

"Marik?" Bakura asked, rushing back over to the place he'd lft Marik.

"B-Bakura… I feel… dizzy…"

Bakura outstretched his arms, trying to find Marik in this cursed darkness. Instead, Marik's limp body found him as he toppled over into the albino's arms.

"Marik? Hey, Marik!" Bakura asked, holding the weak body upright. The soft sound of Marik's breathing told Bakura that he was at least still alive.

"Great, just great…" Bakura muttered under his breath. Not only was he lost in the Shadow Realm, but Marik was unconscious as wall… now he had to be carried.

"I guess I have no choice then…" Bakura groaned as he prepared to heft Marik's body over his shoulder. It was interrupted when a bright lamp-like light flickered dimly from above. Bakura froze and pulled the Egyptian's body closer to him in a protective sense. He glared up at the unknown source of light, despite the fact it hurt his albino eyes.

Put Marik down… Bakura.

A ghost-like voice whispered. Bakura froze instinctively and looked up at his surroundings wildly.

"Who's there!" he demanded.

Put him down… You need to know the conditions.

Bakura cocked an eyebrow… the move the voice spoke, the more familiar it seemed. Slowly and cautiously, Bakura lowered Marik's body to the cold floor. He kneeled beside him and looked around expectantly.

"Alright, who's there?"

Baku-chan! Baku-chan! It's me! It's me-!

Shut up you. I have a bad enough headache already… It's safe to come out now, c'mon.

Bakura eyes widened as he watched to spirit forms drift out from the body; one the giggling form of Hika, the other a very pissy looking Yami Marik.

"Do you want to know how to get out of here?" Yami Marik asked, a scowl present on his face.

"Does it look like I want to know how to get out of here?" Bakura gritted his teeth, glaring at the other yami.

"I'll take that as a no." Yami Marik shrugged, grabbing Hika's arm. "C'mon, let's go Hika-"

"W-Wait!" Bakura reached out in defeat. "…Fine you win."

Yami Marik stopped and turned on his heels. He crossed his arms, a surprisingly serious expression on his face. "Oh really? Then what's my prize? Because believe me, what I want, I know I'll never get."

Bakura sighed and stared down at the floor.

"Just tell me… how do we leave?"

"Oh~! Oh~! Can I tell him! Can I!" Hika asked excitedly, tugging on Yami Mariks arm. The said yami tore his arm away and rolled his eyes.


Hika giggled before skipping over to where Bakura sat.

"Someone has to pay a price~" he sang.

"A price?" Bakura's eyes narrowed. "I don't like the sound of that…"

Yami Marik looked off to the side, the scowl from earlier returning to his features.

"Souls have to be taken…"

Bakura's world slowed down. The only sound of Hika's innocent giggling.

"…Souls…?" Bakura repeated, dumbfounded.

Yami Marik only nodded.

"But… that means-"

"Yes, someone has to sacrifice themselves, whoop-de-friggin-doo."

All was silent; even Hika was quiet. Bakura kept his gaze down, as he glanced over at the unconscious teen he loved. The albino brushed the bangs out of Marik's closed eyes and sighed.

"Then I guess… just… make sure he gets out." Bakura hissed turned away. "I'll go."

More silence followed… until Yami Marik shattered it.

"Don't be stupid."

Bakura froze once more, this time out of shock and confusion.


"I said, don't be stupid. We got you into this mess, we'll get you out." Yami Marik stated defiantly, taking a few steps forward. Hika, his smile now gone, nodded.

"We agreed Baku-chan. Mar-kun can have his life back." Hika smiled sadly before walking over to Marik's body. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. Slowly, he began to fade away, back into Marik.

"Bye… Baku-chan. Hika loves… you." the voice trailed off as the last of the spirit rejoined inside of Marik. Bakura watched as Yami Marik walked over and stood beside Bakura. He knelt down beside his hikari and sighed.

"I guess it's my turn then."

"…But what happens after you do?" Bakura asked hesitantly, making eye contact with the other. Yami Marik laughed a bit, sourly.

"I'll be rejoined with Marik, I guess. I am part of him after all, a piece to his heart, his mind. This should complete the puzzle…"

Bakura blinked.


"No more personality changes. You'll get him back like none of this ever happened." Yami Marik murmured, staring at his light's serene face.

"So… this it… goodbye then, eh Bakura?" Yami Marik smirked and turned so he was now facing the thief. Bakura turned his head towards the other and shrugged halfheartedly.

"Aw… come on, no sad faces, I know you'll miss me," Yami Marik teased. Without warning, the Egyptian yami leaned in and stole a chaste, but soft kiss from Bakura's lips. While it was only his spirit form, Bakura could have sworn it felt solid and complete. As he pulled away Bakura saw Yami Marik had already started to disappear.

"Goodbye Bakura… I'm sorry…" Yami Marik gave another sad smile before continuing. "I'll always… l…ve y…u."

His voice trailed off as well, his lat words barely heard. Bakura slammed his fists onto the ground as he fought twin feelings of rage and depression.

"Damnit…" he cursed as he bit his lower lip. He held Marik's body close to his, and watched as their dark surroundings melted away, and the Kame Game Shop returned…

2 weeks later

"Bakura… I'm hungry…" Marik complained as his stomach grumbled. They were walking back to Marik's house after a long day at school and shopping. It was getting late in the afternoon. Bakura chuckled and shifted the shopping bad he was caring over his shoulder.

"I can hear that."

Marik blushed and crossed his arms.

"Well, what do you want?" Bakura asked, eyeing the other. Marik stopped a minute as he appeared to be thinking. Finally he exclaimed.

"Well… popsicles!"

Bakura fought the urge to laugh as he walked up the stairs of Marik's porch and entered his house.

"Really now?" he asked, setting the bags on the nearest table.

"Yes, actually… although I don't really know why…" Marik mumbled, following suit behind Bakura. "I never did like popsicles before…"

"Who knows?" Bakura shrugged… though he felt the reoccurring memories of Hika come back to him…

"Bakuraaaa… You want to know something? You haven't kissed be once since we got back from the Shadow Realm…"

"Really now…" Bakura murmured, as if he didn't really care, and began to put most of the groceries up.

A wicked smirk came across Marik's face. He neared the albino an idea forming in his head. Bakura was turned the opposite direction, putting up the damn popsicles that Marik begged for.

Suddenly, Mari's arms wrapped around his neck and the Egyptian rested his head on Bakura shoulder.

"Bakura…" Marik whispered in his ear.

"Marik, cut that out…" Bakura mumbled, feeling his face grow hot.

"Then let me kiss you." The Egyptian's voice had turned seductive.

Bakura sighed…

Just like his yami… Bakura thought.


Marik grinned, letting go of the albino so he could turn around. Then Marik leaned in giving the albino a soft kiss.

Paige: I'm sad. Yamimi's gone… Hika's gone…

Jess: DDX Me to.

Paige: I'm going to miss you, Change of Mind. (Special note to Jess) :D I loved writing this with you. Every time I write something with you, I feel like I improve a lot. Haha, and I just love the fanfics that we do. :3 I hope we continue to stay fanfic buddies until… well, until I die. XDD Which will be soon… you know how bad my eating habits are. XD

Paige: We had bonus chapters a few years ago (three or four) that we wrote but I have no clue if I have the notebook, or if Jess does. This isn't a big project of mine, and it'll be a while before I get around to editing it, so... yeah.

Jess: Thanks for reading though!