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Disclaimer - *sigh* I suppose I have to say it again . . . I don't own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. I can wish all that I want though.
Author's Notes - TADA! Another chapter up for your enjoyment. And . . . *rubs her hands in glee* A LEMON! *giggles* Here you go, all : ) Enjoy : )

Chapter 9 - Dark Fears

Yami groaned, opening his eyes slowly to stare up at the familiar ceiling of his room. How had he gotten here? From the looks of the sunlight it was late
afternoon . . . how long had he been out this time? He slipped out of the bed slowly, wincing at sore muscles he hadn't even known existed, and padded
across the floor to his window, peeling back one curtain to look outside. The world looked normal . . . no sign of what had occurred between him and
Malik remained.
Sighing, he let the curtain drop back across the window and turned to regard his room. It was the usual disaster area . . . but someone had apparently
undressed him and put him to bed. Where were Yugi and Ryou? Were they all right? He growled under his breath . . . what Malik might have done to
damage their minds paled with what he could have done to their bodies. The very thing he had sought to protect Yugi from had come to pass anyway . . .
and now even Ryou had become involved.
His thoughts turned to Marik and Bakura. They had seen what he was capable of now . . . Marik had been in the room, and while Jou had dragged Bakura
out of there, the pale man would have put two and two together when he passed out. He had been helpless to stop his powers . . . as always, with his
emotions riding so high, they had become infinitely stronger and less controllable . . . the very thing that he had been afraid of.
Silently, he cursed his parents for what they had done to him. He was a danger to everyone . . . especially those closest to him. He thought of Marik and
how wide the young man's eyes had been as he watched Yami in action, and his heart hurt. He was a monster . . . although he was human, he could not
control the very part of him that made him different. Even his friends hadn't known everything . . . but they would be pressing him for answers now. Once
they had those answers . . . things would never be the same. Marik had barely known him for two weeks . . .
"He'd have to be insane to want to be anywhere near me . . ." Yami murmured, his back to the door as he regarded what little remained of his life.
"Then I guess I'm insane," a familiar voice whispered from behind him. Yami froze and went to turn around, only to be stopped by a hand on his bare hip.
Fire flared in his gut as warm lips pressed into the back of his neck and light fingers trailed down his skin as the other hand came to rest on his stomach. He
groaned as he felt Marik move up behind him, his clothes rubbing deliciously against Yami's bare skin. "I hadn't dreamed you were this beautiful . . ." the
blonde murmured, his warm breath brushing against Yami's ear.
"Marik . . ." Yami groaned as he felt those warm fingers wrap around his already straining erection. "Please . . . don't do this to me . . . it's too soon . . .
I'm not safe . . ." His voice cut off as a moan was torn from his throat by Marik pumping him slowly.
"Who ever said I wanted safe?" Marik murmured, nibbling lightly on one shoulder.
"Don't do this . . . I'm not in control . . ." Yami whispered.
"Yami . . . just looking at you has been torturing me for nearly two weeks now," Marik said softly. His hand stilled from the delicious torture he was
inflicting. He let go, using the hand he had resting on Yami's hip to turn him around so he could look into his crimson orbs. "Tell me you don't want this,
and I'll leave and never bother you again," he whispered.
"I can't . . ." Yami moaned before taking Marik's mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss. "I want this more than air . . . I need this more than life . . ." Yami
whispered, trailing his hands up Marik's back underneath the loose shirt he wore. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you." He backed Marik
up to his bed, giving him a gentle shove as his knees hit the edge so that Marik landed spread eagle on the white silk sheets. He nearly climbed in beside him
. . . before he felt his awakening powers shift slightly and backed away. "I'm not safe," he murmured, his crimson eyes glowing as he stared down at the
luscious figure spread out before him. "Why aren't you afraid of me? I'm so afraid of myself," he whispered . . . and suddenly, he was gone.
Marik blinked, stunned and confused . . . and then scrambled off bed bed in an attempt to follow. He rushed out into the kitchen, and stopped dead as six
pairs of eyes landed on him.
"Yami . . ." he gasped. "Where did he go?" Bakura rose from the seat and came over to him.
"We didn't see him . . . what happened Marik?"
"He fled again . . . he said he wasn't safe and that he was afraid of himself, and then he was gone, just like that," Marik whispered.
"Shit," Duke said, rising swiftly. "I knew he would do this again . . . I told you we should have locked him in his room, Jou."
"What do you mean again?" Bakura snapped.
They all started as the sound of a motorcycle engine roaring to life interrupted them.
"FUCK!" Jou said, and scrambled for the door. He was too late . th. they all watched as Yami's motorcycle took off for the gates, the black figure gunning
it for all it was worth as he fled from the darkness he inevitably drew to himself.
"Alright . . . somebody had better tell me what the fuck is going on!" Bakura snarled. Yugi sighed.
"Come inside . . . I'll try to explain," the young man murmured. "It's not a pretty story."

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Yami stared out at the city from a desolate hill top just outside of the city limits, his face glittering with tears as the cold wind whipped around his slim,
leather clad form.
"I can't do this anymore," he whispered, wishing that his words would reach the ears of those he held most dear. "The incident with Malik proves it . . . I
couldn't control it. I never can . . . I'm sorry." He sighed, wiping the tears away absently with the back of one gloved hand. "I need to be away from
everyone . . . I'm not safe to be around people." He felt his heart breaking as he said this, but he knew it was true. His powers were growing far faster than
his control of them could . . . he needed to be somewhere that no one would get hurt if they broke away from him. The lake cabin up north would do . . . it
was fully furnished and isolated. He would call his lawyers from there and have everything set up . . . he would turn the house and nearly all the money over
to Yugi, and his cousin could live happily there with Ryou and the group if he chose to do so.
He gasped as the tears fell faster as his thoughts turned to Marik and Bakura. He was leaving them behind . . . he would never see them again, never have a
chance at the happiness that could have been his if he was someone else. He sobbed, choking it back as it threatened to overwhelm him, and remounted his
bike. He nearly laughed hysterically as the song playing over his helmet radio came to him.

(When this began)
I had nothing to say
and I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
and I let it all out to find
that I'm not the only person with these things in mind
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