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Disclaimer � Nope, don�t own them. If I did, I wouldn�t be
writing this . . . because I�d probably be chained in my bedroom with a very
horny, five thousand year old celibate Tomb Robber who I find myself sharing
way too many habits with.

Author�s Notes � Welp, another chapter, and still going. I
hope all of you are enjoying it, because it�s going to be here for a LONG time
. . . this one is going to be A LOT longer than Giving In was.

And please, if you read, don�t forget to review. Reviews let
me know whether or not you like the way the story is going, and occasionally I
even get better ideas from them, so please leave me a review.

With that said, here�s chapter 4. Enjoy.

Chapter 4 � Truths

After fending off Ryou and his
infernal questions, Bakura finally got Yami bandaged up and settled into the
guest room, where the Pharaoh almost instantly fell into a weary slumber. He
walked out of the room quietly, and instantly found himself facing a fuming and
very concerned hikari.
�Okay . . . talk,� Ryou said
firmly, drawing Bakura into the living room and shoving him into a chair. �What
the hell happened?� Bakura rolled his eyes . . . he should have known that by
shrugging Ryou�s questions off when they first came through the door he was
going to be in for a hard question and answer session. �First Marik calls and
tells you he needs you to meet him at Kaiba Corp., then you come back here with
blood all over the place and Yami practically slung over your shoulder. What�s
going on? How the hell was that Yami? You two didn�t get into a fight, did
you?� Bakura glared at him before replying.
�No, we didn�t get into a fight . .
. he was protecting Yugi,� the yami snapped, enjoying Ryou�s reaction as his
eyes widened and his mouth fell open. �So nice to know I�m trusted by my own
hikari.� He suddenly found his lap full of his young aibou.
�I�m sorry, �Kura,�
Ryou murmured, snuggling up to the former thief that was his yami. �I should
have known you wouldn�t be that petty. So what�s going on? How did Yami come
back? Did someone reassemble the Puzzle?�
Under the barrage of question,
Bakura explained what he knew and had seen, which was
pitifully little compared with the amount of questions. Ryou quieted as he
explained, up until the point where he explained why he�d had Yami slung over
his shoulder.
�I can understand why Yami doesn�t
want to face Yugi yet . . . from everything Yugi told us about what was going
on two years ago, he was carrying a lot of guilt over the whole nightmare . . .but are you really suggesting Yami stay here? Are you sure you�re feeling alright?� Bakura growled at him, and Ryou
arose from his lap with a smile. �We�ll tame you yet, yami.� He left the room
before his dark could formulate an appropriately scathing retort to that
comment. �Brat,� the thief muttered under his breath. Rising from
his chair, he retreated from the room to go take a shower . . . and to think of
all the ways he could go about reclaiming his image as a bad person. He had a
feeling that particular image was irretrievable.

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Across town, Marik was having a
similar � although slightly more grueling � episode of his own.
�That was Yami, wasn�t it?!� Yugi
demanded the minute he and Kaiba stepped through the door of the mansion. �Yami
attacked Kage . . . and you made me leave him there!� Seto cast a pitying
glance toward Marik and silently disappeared into the den, where the others had
been asked to gather so they could be informed of the danger that was back
among the living. Marik held up his hands, trying to placate the irate hikari
standing before him.
�Yugi . . .� he began.
�Where is he!?� Yugi shouted. �Damn
it, Marik . . . you know how much I�ve wished to see him again! Where is he?
And what�s going on? How did Kage come back?�
�First of all, who is Kage?� Marik
asked. Yugi growled under his breath.
�Kage is what that monster is
calling himself. Now answer the damn question!� Marik
finally threw up his hands in defeat.
�We don�t know how Kage or Yami
came back . . . Kaiba found Yami this morning in his vault . . .�
�What was Yami doing in his vault?�
Yugi interrupted. Marik groaned.
�That�s where the Puzzle is,� he
answered. �It�s been there for over a year now . . . Kaiba had it gathered up
and put it there for safe keeping.� He rushed on before Yugi could demand
answers for not being told that little detail. �At any rate, they found Yami
beside it this morning, and Seto called me to grab
Bakura and come find out what happened. Yami doesn�t know how he came back
either. Somehow, he did guess that Kage had come back as well, and had us set
out after you. That�s all there is to it, Yugi . . . honest.� The smaller man
was quiet for several moments before he asked his next question.
�Where . . . where is he?� he asked
quietly. Amethyst eyes gazed up at him, pleading with him to tell him the
truth. Marik sighed, but answered.
�He�s okay, Yugi . . . he was a
little banged up afterwards, but he�ll be fine. Bakura�s keeping an eye on him
over at their house.� He reached out and grabbed Yugi as the tri-haired youth
started for the door. �Yugi . . . he doesn�t want to see you right now. We were
going to bring him here, but he asked us not to.�
Amethyst eyes flooded with pain
suddenly, glistening with tears as he stared up into his guardian�s face.
�He . . . doesn�t want to see me?�
Yugi asked, his voice breaking over the words. �But . . . I thought . . .�
Marik drew him over to a bench in the foyer, forcing him to sit before perching
beside him.
�Yugi . . .� Marik began, and then
paused. How was he supposed to tell this to Yugi? His charge had done a lot of
growing up in the past two years, but when it came to Yami he was still very
much the sixteen year old boy he had been when he�d lost his other. Could he
even begin to explain to Yugi his thoughts on Yami at this time, especially
after his discussion with Seto on the Pharaoh�s current state of mind? A
whisper from Yugi brought him back to the current dilemma at hand.
�Doesn�t he love me anymore?� the
youth whispered. Silently Marik drew him into a light hug, comforting him in
the only way he knew how.
�Yami still hasn�t dealt with what
happened, Yugi,� he said finally. �He still feels guilty for what was done to
you and the others . . . and the last memory he had of you is when you were
afraid of him because of his resemblance to Kage. I . . . I just don�t think
he�s ready to face that yet.� He shifted slightly as Yugi stood and walked over
to a window, staring out it in desolation. His resemblance to Yami was uncanny
in that moment . . . his pose was an exact mirror of the one Yami had stood in
looking out of Kaiba�s window when he and Bakura had arrived at the office.
Yugi pressed his hand against the
glass, his other hand clenching into a fist at his side as he processed what
Marik had said. It made sense with what he had come to know of his yami in the
years they had been bound to each other. Yami had always taken his role as
guardian very seriously . . . how much had it damaged that strong mind that he
hadn�t been able to protect Yugi from a danger born of his own torn soul? And
how much had his own reactions during that time had fed into the guilt Yami
harbored? He turned to Marik, amethyst eyes still brimming with sadness, but
with a new determination lighting them from within.
�I have to see him, Marik,� he
murmured. �Take me over there, please.� He was stunned when Marik shook his head.
�No Yugi,� he said firmly, standing
up and crossing his arms over his chest. �I can�t go against Yami�s wishes . .
. you know that.�
�Damn it, Marik . . . he�s not your
Pharaoh anymore!� Yugi snarled, stalking towards the blonde angrily. Marik
stood his ground, lavender eyes going cool as he stared down the amethyst glare
being directed his way.
�I�m not doing it because of that,
and you know that as well, Yugi,� he replied, not budging as his charge stopped
inches away from him. He shifted, shoving his hands into the pockets of his
khaki pants. �I happen to think that he may be right about this. I don�t think
either of you is ready to face each other yet.� He sighed, wanting to reach out
and comfort the young man that stood in front of him, but knowing that it
wouldn�t be welcome at this time . . . not when he was denying Yugi the one
thing he�d wanted desperately for the past two years of his life.
�Look . . .� he said finally,
sitting back down on the bench and staring at his hands, which he left to dangle
between his knees as he talked. �The last thing Yami remembers between the two
of you was fear. If you�re honest with yourself Yugi, you�ll admit that fear is
still there. You�ve never dealt with it . . . the nightmares prove that. Please
. . . just give it time.� Lavender eyes rose to meet the glittering amethyst,
pleading with him to understand. �He still loves you . . . but that love is
killing him because of what a part of him did to you. If you confront him with
that fear still within you, it will destroy him Yugi.� He sighed as realization
and understanding flooded the jewel like orbs, and Yugi sank down beside him in
defeat.
�I . . . understand,� Yugi
murmured. He sagged against the taller man, suddenly weary. Why couldn�t
anything in his life be easy? All he wanted was the other half of his soul back
where it belonged . . . with him, beside him, loving him. He had waited two
years for this moment, hoping against all odds that somehow things would be
made right again . . . and now that it had arrived, he had to wait even longer.
But Marik was right, as much as he didn�t want to admit it. He still had
lingering doubts about that horrible time . . . questions that he needed
answers to. But he feared the answers to those questions, because those answers
could change everything.
Damn this irrational fear of his
anyway! Of all the people in the world to fear, the last person on that list
should have been Yami! He refused to let it control him . . . he had missed
Yami too much in the past two years to simply let him go. Somehow, his dark had
come back beyond all possibility, and he wasn�t going to let that go to waste.
If it took time, so be it, but he would have his love back in his life. No
matter what it took.

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Kage growled under his breath,
staggering into the apartment who�s owner still lay
cooling in his bathtub. Damn that Pharaoh . . . why wasn�t he still trapped
within the Puzzle?
Yugi had been so close . . . he had
been so close to tasting that sweet flesh and drinking of that innocent blood
again. How had this happened? How had that damned good half of his managed to
get in the way yet again!? And the sweet terror the little light had exuded . .
. ahh, what a fine wine that would have been upon his tongue!
By now, all of the Pharaoh�s little
friends would be warned that he had returned. He wondered how his weaker half
was taking the sudden need to face those friends. He wouldn�t be able hide from
their fear and hatred of him . . . and they must have feared and hated him very
much. Oh how he wished he could have been there to see it! To see the agony and
soul-searing defeat as that fool saw the end of all his pathetic little dreams
. . . it would have been his greatest wish come true!
But he had to content himself with
his own imagination on that incident. Separating himself fully from that
sickeningly protective fool had cost him the mental link that would have
allowed him to savor his win . . . but that was a worthy cost. Now he could do
as he wished, with no mental interference from Yami.
He winced as he moved too quickly,
pulling the glass-shard ridden skin of his side. Settling into the bathroom, he
drew the skin tight black shirt over his head, grinning as delicious pain
shivered through him. He plucked the glass out slowly, savoring the sensation
of pain and the delightful flow of blood.
The sight brought back the memory of Malik . . . the blonde Egyptian�s
own dark soul made flesh within the Shadow Realm . . . and the pleasant game
they had last played. He wondered if the fiend still existed. It would be
absolutely delightful if he could release that playmate . . .
The thought brought a careful
consideration to the thin, demonic face, blood-red eyes growing thoughtful. It
could be worth the effort and danger of summoning his shadow magic to see if he
could find the delightful yami in the Shadow Realm. But not here . . . not in
the den he had claimed as his own. That would lead one of the other yami�s
straight to him and that could prove annoying. Although, if the Tomb Robber was
still idiotic enough to believe that he could defeat him, it could prove very
interesting.
It wasn�t worth the danger however.
He was smart enough to know when he was biting off more than he could chew . .
. and besides, the Tomb Robber had been in the company of his weaker self. He
needed to be alone with Yami in order to destroy him . . . anyone else would
simply prove to be a distraction, and he wasn�t foolish enough to think he
could defeat that part of him easily. He would need all of his power and
concentration to take the Pharaoh on.
Still, if he had the help of Malik
. . .
He would have to just give that
thought some careful consideration.

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Marik sat at the kitchen table of
Kaiba�s mansion, deep in thought. So much had happened,
he�d barely had time to think. Now that Yugi was safely ensconced in one of the
dozen bedrooms the mansion boasted, and the others were all gathered in the den
listening to Seto explain what was going on, he could sit and consider
everything that had happened.
Yami�s darkness was loose out there
right now, and Horus only knew what the demented fiend was planning. Could they
handle him with Yami the broken shell of what he had been?
*Why so concerned, light? You know
the Pharaoh is stronger than that . . .*
**What the hell do you want?** he snarled, surprised out of his stupor by the sudden
contact from his usually absent darkness. He hadn�t told anyone that Malik had
returned . . . Yami, in that last fight when he had released him from his
other�s control, had sealed Malik into his own soul room, not banished him as
everyone had assumed. Usually, Malik was dormant . . . although on occasion he
did decide to put his unwelcome opinion in, or pretended to take an interest in
his hikari�s life.
*Now, now, Marik . . . I�m merely
trying to be the concerned yami . ..*
**You are never a concerned yami,
Malik . . . you�re not even a real yami to begin with. So say whatever it is
you�ve roused yourself to say, and leave me alone.**
He ignored the flash of hurt that came through the link . . . he knew that it
was fake anyway.
*You wound me, other,* Malik said.
*I merely wished to offer you a word of hope . . . I believe that the Pharaoh will
be quite capable of beating his shadow. But he will need Yugi by his side to do
so.*
**Somehow, I don�t think you�re the
most accurate judge of that right now . . . .** Marik
replied wryly. **And that�s not the only reason I�m worried, as you well know
if you�ve been listening in again.** Malik snorted.
*I�m possibly the best judge, not
being blinded by your mortal idiocies,* he said. *Although the Pharaoh and the
one who calls himself Kage are both powerful, they are still one soul separated
into two bodies. With his aibou by his side, the Pharaoh is the stronger.*
**Are you sure about this?** Marik asked. He sensed Malik�s shrug before his dark
replied.
*I am as sure about this as I can
be about anything, weaker self,* he said. *The Pharaoh is no fool . . . wounded
in soul or not, he will protect those he cares for. So cease this endless worry
. . . it is most annoying.* Marik rolled his eyes, but said nothing as Malik
once again fell silent. Leaning back, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering if
he could trust his dark self�s information. Malik usually did things for
himself . . . and considering his past interest in Yami�s darkness, Marik
wouldn�t put it past him to be trying to put him off his guard. He shrugged,
sighing and rubbing the back of his neck absently. Either way, they had
precautions in place.
But he wondered at Malik�s sudden
interest in events going on outside of his Soul Room all the same. Why had his
dark decided to take interest now, of all times? It was suspicious . . . and
there had been a note of concern underneath that careful nonchalance. He wished
suddenly he could talk to the others about it . . . but the only one who knew
Malik was still alive was Yami.
Perhaps he needed to talk with Yami
anyway . . . he wanted to ask the Pharaoh why he�d spared Malik the second time
he�d had the chance to banish him. And maybe he could help to bring Yugi and
his yami back together. He had to admit that what his rather psychotic other
had said about the two of them was true. They were stronger together . . . they
always had been. But how to get the two of them past the guilt and fear that
was keeping them separated?
Rising from his seat, he headed for
the front door and his motorcycle, keys in hand. He needed to check up on Yami
anyway, and he didn�t feel like calling. Knowing Bakura and Ryou, even with
Yami in the house they were probably otherwise . . . engaged.
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