Disclaimer: See previous chapter. They're still the same.

Warnings: (I forgot them last chapter^^;)

-No intentional character bashing. I don't do that. There might be some but when then just because story/POV I'm writing in is requiring it. (You can't expect Yami Malik and Yugi to write about Yami Yugi in the same light, ne? ^.^)

-Rating of this story due to their dirty mouths and some hentainess on the yamis parts.

-I'm sticking to the Japanese names in this story. So Joey will be Jounouchi, Tristan Honda, Tea Anzu, Ishizu Isis, Marik Malik, and so on…

-OOCness. I'll be trying to stick to the originals as close as possible, but well…^^, Aren't all yaoi fics a bit OOC?^.~

-Oh, and if you haven't noticed yet: This fic contains yaoi. Actually it's mild shonen ai till up to yaoi…^^ There are also some spoilers here. You know the drill. You don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. I warned you anyway!^^

I'd also like to say thanks for the reviews.^___________^ Thanks a lot!! ^.^ About the title… It´s simply the first thing that comes to my mind when thinking about Malik/Marik. Purple! Their eye-colours, the clothing, even that aura-thing in that battle city ep. …!XD Also there was that song that my dad kept playing all the time. I don´t remember much of it but only line. ´Purple Haze in my brain…´ XD It must've also been in .my. brain when I had the idea for this.XD

~~Eavesdropping for beginners - Chapter 1~~

Some time ago....

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Things hadn't gone quite as planned… as always when one or more of the millennium items were involved.

At the beginning, most of the attention had been directed toward recovering the millennium puzzles' spirits' lost memories. Which had let them to the museum… where they had met a mysterious (surprise, surprise) Egyptian named Bobasa… who was rather ´strange´, but none the less offered them his help. Which they accepted…

So, in short, that was about the point where my omote self came into play. You see, it's rather difficult to stay in an officially closed room in a museum for a long period of time without attracting any attention - especially with a group as ´exotic´ as theirs.

Somebody noticed and called at the Ishtar household to inform Isis - and since the female Egyptian in question currently hadn't been at home, her younger brother, Malik Ishtar, had answered the phone. Alarmed and also somewhat disturbed -the guy had not only given the descriptions of the familiars (one small with tri-coloured hair that stood up in spikes, a taller one with long, white hair… not exactly difficult to guess), but also Bobasa´s-, he had nothing better to do than to hurry to the museum.

In the meantime Yugi-tachi as well as tomb robber Bakura had embarked on their little journey to past ancient Egypt. Yami no Bakura hadn't exactly been asked to join the ride, but… oh well. You know the guy.

When we arrived, pretty much everything was already over. The Pharaoh had his memories back, the secret of his long lost name got solved, thanks to Jounouchi´s and Honda´s inability to halfway-decently pronounce it, he's gotten dubbed ´Yami´* (much to the tomb robber's and my amusement), and we came just in time to witness their return and the caving in of the ceiling.

Seemingly their way back had been rather rough or whatever - I can't say that I'd care- anyway, one second they were back and the next, heaven was falling right onto our heads -literally.

***Flashback***

When all the dust cleared, I had just one thought running through my head. Never again! Never! And if you'd make me ten times the pharaoh! With shadow games, losing your body and millennium items I could deal. I actually even happen to like shadow games. But I definitely did not need a good deal of my people's past to fall onto me!

So, in short, I wasn't in the best of moods when I suddenly realized something. I was free. From some unknown to me reasons I wasn't only back from my little trip into the shadow realm, I also was in control of my/Malik´s body again! Whoo-hoo, lucky me! I felt my smirk growing wide as I thought of a little repay for my last match with the pharaoh.

Occasional coughs could be heard as we all waited for the dust to clear. When it finally settled enough, a vague figure could be seen.

"Hey guys! You all right? Yugi! Tea! Honda! Bakura! Say something, answer me!"

Ugh. That Jounouchi guy. Seemed like he was all right - and as loud as ever. He sounded a bit worried though.

"Yugi! Guys! Hey, that's not funny anymore… Answer damnit! Bobasa!"

The worry had turned desperate as I heard him starting to climb over the rubble. My insane expression turned into a frown. He'd called for everybody by now, just not my other self. Even though I didn't like him, I still liked us getting ignored even less. Wait. He didn't know that we were here… I decided to let him enjoy his life a bit longer. This time.

"Yugi!!"

A low moan was heard somewhere from the other side of what was left of the room. Luckily the ceiling had mostly dissolved into rubble and smaller pieces, or else things could have gotten nasty and bashed my head in. Despite the fact that I didn't care for the others, I was still relieved that I myself didn't get scratched. It would be a pity to regain my body just to lose it so soon.

All except Bakura had also managed to free themselves and answered the blonde's shouts.

"Bakura!"

"Bakura-kun, where are you?"

The shouting continued for a short while until a small pile of rubble next to Jounouchi´s feet started shaking. Shortly after, the head and soon the rest of the white-haired boy emerged. His usually snowy-white hair was now covered with dust, and he looked a bit shaken, but otherwise ok.

"Here. I'm fine…"

The others let out various cries of relief. The pharaoh's host (as I had realized) still had a worried look on his face.

"Something wrong Yugi?"

"I think I saw Malik when we came back…"

His blonde friend made a face.

"That creep? Are you sure Yugi?"

The little spiky-haired boy nodded. "Yeah… And you shouldn't do him wrong, Jounouchi-kun. What happened at Battle City wasn't completely his fault." The blonde just frowned, probably remembering his little clashes with me and my pathetic other just all to well. He'd looked pretty bad, back then… I barely resisted the urge to laugh at their foolishness.

They had started shouting my name. Intending to shock them a bit, I decided to answer.

"Right here." I growled. Just as another, almost identical voice said, "Over here."

That voice… it sounded… My eyes widening with surprise, I whirled around.

Just to come face to face with Malik Ishtar.

***End Flashback***

It was quite a shock to suddenly face your other side face-to-face, if I might say so. Well, at least for me and the other Malik, it certainly was. The pharaoh and his host seemed to take it rather well after the first initial shock, and the tomb robber… well, he seemed to have completely forgotten about his. Yami no Bakura had gone into something resembling a hysterical fit of joy (if that's even possible), shouting all the while something about finally having his own body again until he realized that his and Ryou Bakura´s were almost a hundred percent identical.

Then he went into a wail about wanting his *real* own body back. **

It was quite a sight, especially if you consider that the one whose shoulder he'd chosen to cry into was nobody else than his other self. Rather disturbing, to be honest. My pathetic other promptly used my (and everyone else's) distraction to put not only one, but all *two* other spirits between us. (I still wonder how he did it, considering that they weren't even standing remotely close to each other.)

In the long run we figured out that for some reason -I didn't pay attention- all of us -Yami no Yugi, Yami no Bakura and I- had obtained own bodies when we had returned. Guess I was just at the right place at the right time. Or my other self was.

Anyway, he didn't seem to share my opinion on that. No one seemed to, actually. Heh. As if I'd care. I had a body now, and I was going to keep it. That was something I was also willing to prove. So, after a short yet amusingly hectic time full of attempted mind crushing (the pharaoh really has to work on that aim of his), stealing, murdering, soul banishing and other fun activities - which only ended when the omotes finally decided to whack their representative ´darker halves´ to sense (mine didn't, much for his health's sake) - we also found out another important fact.

That I wasn't just the evilness that had possessed Malik´s mind anymore. I had become the spirit of the millennium rod! Now you can surely understand that I wasn't all that fond of that. I'm still not. I mean, from the ´great ancient evil´ to simply ´the spirit of the millennium rod´ - what a fall. Not to mind the halfway sane thing.

Eventually everybody settled down enough to go home. Think you're able to imagine Isis' reaction to the fact that she suddenly didn't just have one but two younger brothers? To say the least, she wasn't exactly ecstatic with joy. What a scene! Anyway, I'm still bored.

So, what to do now? I'm bored to death. If you were a millennium item- induced form of schizophrenia and you suddenly found yourself degraded to being the bad spirit of the millennium rod thanks to a ´certain pharaoh no baka´…-what would you do?

…

…

Forget the question.

The memory about the whole mess made my blood boil again. Stupid pharaoh…! I wanted to really make him suffer. To make him regret…! But that stupid nut still had my millennium rod! It was just unfair! After regaining his memories, the pharaoh had given back all of the items, save the puzzle, the tauk and the rod. Last mainly with the pretence of ´not wanting to see what would happen if it would fall into the wrong hands >insert pointed look at my other self and me<´.

I wonder what he's going to do with it. I'm pretty sure that he's not going to try and use it. Maybe try to return it to that priest look-alike? The thought amused me. Kaiba being handed the golden scepter-like millennium item while Yami explaining to him in a serious tone that he's the reincarnation of his previous (aka deceased) high priest back in ancient Egypt. Very likely.

So that'd mean that he still has the rod. Hmm… And I'm the spirit of the rod. I wonder if I could use that to my advantage. Concentrating, I tried to tap into the millennium rod's power. It was faint first, but it was there. And it grew stronger! A bit longer and I was able to hear faint voices. Somebody was talking over there. And I could hear it all! A wide smirk appeared on my face.

This was the ideal chance for blackmailing! I would make them all regret to having ever gotten in my way… Unfortunately the volume wasn't exactly good. Straining my ears, I tried to understand more.

Ten minutes later I knew everything I needed to. I had dropped into a most interesting conversation about the pharaoh and his choice of …object of affection between his omote and their friends. Seemingly, dear pharaoh Yami still had some feelings left for his former high priest - and his current incarnation! I grinned to myself. Who would have ever thought of that?

I chuckled lowly. The pharaoh loved Kaiba. Kaiba had no clue of all of this. If this wasn't the perfect chance to exact revenge. The pharaoh would never get what he wanted, I would make sure of that. "Kaiba Seto…" I rolled the name over my tongue, savouring its taste like exotic wine. Yeah… It was perfect. The pharaoh would never get near him. Because Kaiba Seto would be mine. With heart, mind, body and soul. Mine. A laugh escaped my mouth. He would be mine! And when I and the pharaoh faced off the next time, Kaiba would be at my side. Hahaha, the pharaoh would have to fight against the one he loved-! This was so perfect. Simply perfect!

All I had to do now was make the CEO fall in love with me, and everything would be fine. Considering that he was an excellent duellist himself, there was no way the pharaoh would be able to escape ultimate defeat this time.

---end of chapter---

*´Dark´, ´Darkness´ in Japanese

** In the part where they travel back to ancient Egypt (around manga vol.32, 33…) we get to see how Yami no Bakura really looked like. Around his early twenties (I think…^^;), more muscular, still with white hair but it's shorter (just to his shoulders), tanned skin and those cris-crossing scars over his right cheek.

Picaro: O.o I just realized: This sounds terribly cliché. But believe me, it won't! Honestly!^_^;

(A -Because Yami Malik has horribly misinterpreted what he's heard. They weren't talking about Seto. Not even about Yami Yugi.)

(B - Do you really think that'd go that easy? That's Yami no Malik and Seto Kaiba we're talking about! ^^;)

And in the next chapter: Seto gets some surprising visit and Yami no Malik finds out that things don´t always go the way you planned them too.