yami bakura and yami marik

CHAPTER 4: Confessions

I escaped to my soul room.
“What am I doing!” I yelled at the wall. Of coarse I got no answer, and I punched it out of frustration. I growled and gripped the sides of my head, thinking somehow I can hold the anger in.
I knew what could happen if I let my temper have its way. I had to get a hold of myself. So I gave in with poor grace; I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. Calm down, I told myself. I leaned my head onto my hands and rubbed my temples, trying to clear it. The walls of my room shifted to a darker shade of white.
Okay, I know. I have to face the...

CHAPTER 3: Benefit of the Doubt


I finally heard the Spirit calling me. I appeared outside of the Ring; I was transparent, but I could still talk to the Spirit from outside the Ring.
“You're back,” I said.
“Obviously,” he replied and rolled his eyes.
“Did you . . . have fun?” I asked, trying to be nice.
“Hardly.” He smirked at me. “I told you not to worry.” he gave me the I-told-you-so look, but in his eyes, there was an odd glint of some emotion I couldn't make out. My intuition sparked. I would have to watch him.
I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, you're earning your trust pretty...