A/N: I know it's an odd pairing in the fandom but I like it. Weird I know. This is NOT a song fic. I happened to remember the quote and thought it fit quite nicely with the scenario. So far, it's just a one shot. If I get bored I may add more later. Though, don't get your hopes up.

Disclaimer: Regrettably and unfortunately, it's not mine.

Warnings: Well, this is what happens when you cross Evanescence and Cascada.

"You deceived me... I gave you my mind blindly."
-Christine Daae in The Phantom of the Opera

He said his name was Namu. And she believed him.

Of course, when you introduce yourself to random strangers, you expect them to be truthful, especially when it comes to their name. But then, if the person is a total and complete stranger, how can you expect anyone to be truthful?

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Mokuba had just escaped from the clutches of the Rare Hunters, with her aid and was now, hopefully, off to tell his brother, Seto Kaiba, and Yugi of Joey's and her predicament. Or to the very least, get help from some trustworthy outside source.

Because he had escaped, the Rare Hunters that were standing guard of her room-slash-makeshift-prison cell decided to move her somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't filled with durable cardboard boxes and a functional window to the outside world.

They grasped her wrists quite tightly as they silently led her through the spacious rooms of the warehouse. Silently. That was one odd thing about these villains, they were always quiet. The ones Téa were used to- also known as the image of villainy constructed by cheap Hollywood movies- were loud, obnoxious, and very mocking. They liked to chide their hosts, but not these. These remained silent and grave, silent as the grave, even. And because of that, it made the situation seem even more terrifying.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, trying to sound brave and filling the empty void with noise, trying futilely to help alleviate her fear, if by a small amount.

They didn't answer her, didn't even spare her a glance. At this point, Téa wouldn't have minded if they pushed her around a bit, thrown an odd insult here or there, so long as they did something that proved that they weren't walking zombies.

But they did nothing and so Téa was resigned to remain silent as well.

At some point in their journey throughout the warehouse, they turned and were suddenly facing a metal door. They stopped before this door and one of the two men holding her captive went ahead of them to open it.

Apparently, this was her new cell.

This new cell of hers was darker than the previous one. Probably because there was no window to illuminate its depths. They threw her in carelessly and closed the metal door with a loud bang and then, after the echoes resounded, there was silence once again.

Téa propped herself up from the metal floor. It was a cold metal floor that was just as eerie as the dead silence.

But the silence was deceptive, as a cave in the solstices, because when she groaned- resulting in the bruise she felt forming on her forearm- there was another sound that accompanied her groan in the void of sound in the room.

It was shuffling, and Téa realized that she wasn't the only one there.

"Who's there?" she called out in the darkness apprehensively. It was probably another prisoner, maybe even Joey, but she couldn't be sure with Marik's tricks.

"Téa?" said the other person. It took a moment, but she could recognize the voice.

"Namu?" she called, surprised. And then she remembered- Namu had been with them when the Rare Hunters had grabbed them. The poor guy. He was just a innocent duelist. It wasn't fair that he got dragged into all this mess Marik made. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time…

"Téa? So it is you!" He sounded relieved and Téa couldn't blame it him; it was nice to be with someone you knew in such a dangerous and terrible situation.

"Where are you, Namu? I can't see a thing…" she said, straining her eyes against the darkness but to no avail. It was really dark.

"Hang on a second, let me find you. Don't move a muscle," he instructed. She obeyed and strained her ears for the shuffling she heard coming from somewhere in front of her.

Fingers lightly brushed against her hand resting on the floor and suddenly, she felt a warm hand encircle its fingers around hers.

"Namu, is that you?" she asked stupidly- who else could it be?- and feeling her face grow slightly warm as his touch. Blushing, she realized, and thankful it was pitch black.

"Yes it is," replied Namu's voice from somewhere close to her, really close. So close, she felt his breath brushing across her face. Her whole frame trembled nervously.

The idea of him being so close to her initially startled her that she almost missed something she faintly detected in his voice. There was a slightly harsh note in it, almost malevolent. But she could have easily imagined it, her thoughts were suddenly clouded with biased ideas.

In addition to the breath she felt breezing across her face, she felt the warm sensation of a finger caressing her cheek and trailing across her face. She shivered- a warm touch in a cold room. The finger turned into a hand that held her face gently.

What was Namu doing? They barely even knew each other!

"Namu?" she said tentatively, her voice shaking slightly. "What are you doing?" He shushed her by removing his hand from hers and placing a finger over her lips. She sat, motionless, as he pushed a curtain of her hair back. And, suddenly, his nose was skimming across the skin of her neck. Unable to help herself, Téa erupted into a fit of trembling. Maybe Namu wasn't as innocent as she originally thought…

"Namu?" she whispered, sounding practically helpless. The finger over her lips pressed slightly harder, a motion that meant for her to stay quiet.

"Hmm…" was his contemplative reply. But it wasn't a reply to her, more like a confirmation to himself. In that simple sigh of his, she heard his voice change drastically from an innocent boy to a more rougher, more masculine side. She was suddenly too terrified of him to move, speak, or even, more simply, to react.

"It's a shame," he said in the new harsher voice of his. "That you won't remember a thing of this."

Her mind screamed at her, willed her legs to move and her arms to push him away. And yet, she remained as unchanged as ever, transfixed on someone she knew wasn't her friend.

And even more suddenly, he removed his fingers and pressed his mouth onto hers in a kiss that was so tensed and yet somehow so soft- for his hand did not betray the brutality that his new voice now offered.

It seemed as long as hours and at the same time, as short as seconds when he pulled away and she could feel a smirk on his features through the darkness.

"Namu?" she whispered helplessly again.

"My name is not Namu," he said in a triumphant, almost sadistic tone. "It's Marik."

And there you go! I really, really like this pairing. Even though it's pretty rare-slash-odd in the fandom. I just thought about putting it out there for anyone who might enjoy it as well.

Please review! I love reviews! Everyone's means a lot to me!

-Nuit Songeur