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Sarah: Do you have issues or something finishing stories you've already started?

*~* Maybe...LOOK! I try alright? This idea just came to my head so I wanted to write it. Can you just do the disclaimer for me?

Sarah: Hmph. Whatever. YamiHeart doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. And if she did, she would make YouTube stop shutting down LK's channels and episodes!

That is 100% true. Please enjoy.


He stood on a balcony, the wind blowing his long, sleek black hair and black velvet cape. He looked up at the stars and the moon and awed at their beauty. He could do a lot of things, but make such beautiful treasures suspend from the sky for all to see wasn't one of his abilities.

To anyone who didn't know the man, they would say he was a normal teenage boy with a lot on his mind. The very few people who did know Azrael knew he was actually a couple thousand year old creature with immense powers. These same people knew that the look on his face meant that he was bored and wanted to wreak havoc.

"What to do, what to do…?" He asked aloud.

Then, a thought hit him.

He smiled and commanded the shadows to twist into a portal to allow him to see the mortal world. He pinpointed his view to the quaint Game Shop in the busy city of Domino. Like a video game, Azrael moved the camera around to find what he was looking for. His view went through the front door and up a flight of stairs to a little room in which a boy sat on his bed, looking at the ceiling, unaware of the ancient spirit's prying eyes.

"I'm exhausted…" said the boy, his pointy, tri-colored hair one of his most predominant features. Azrael had seen hair like it before, but on a slightly different looking individual.

As if on cue, a transparent figure with similar hair sat on the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. The figures eyes were much sharper than the ones the child on the bed had and he had an air about him that only royalty could ever brag about owning. Azrael smiled.

"Well, we never expected Battle City to be easy…" The ghost said with a worried smile.

"True…but I'm glad it's over, especially our last duel with Marik."

Azrael's smile faltered when he recalled the duel. He had watched it and was quite amused with Marik's strategy of connecting the two vessel's souls with their dominant soul's life points. Azrael was confident in Marik's win until Rishid came and gave the vessel Marik his confidence back. The win for the Pharaoh had truly pissed him off, especially when Marik had been so close. It got Azrael thinking: Where was the biggest flaw in Marik's plan?

Azrael looked at the Pharaoh and saw the look of worry that had crossed his face as the ancient spirit recalled how he had almost lost his little aibou's soul.

"Wait…" Azrael thought. "Maybe I'm onto something here…"

You could ask Azrael a million times why he hated the nameless Pharaoh so much and he'd give you the same answer every time: no one could beat him. It bothered the shit out of Azrael that there was a man that no one could find the weak point for, and so he made it his goal to find the weakness before anyone else.

"I think I'm going to take a nap." The little boy on the bed said as he got under his covers.

The spirit got up from the end of the bed and walked over to his vessel. The young boy had fallen asleep right away, but the look of worry had not come off the Pharaoh's face. Azrael zoomed closer to the scene and listened as the spirit mumbled quietly,

"I'm so sorry Yugi. I wish you weren't always put in constant danger because of me but…" Azrael was shocked to see the spirit put his hands down to his side in violently shaking fists. "I promise Yugi, I promise with all my heart that no more harm will come to you."

Azrael smiled wickedly as a nasty idea formed in his head. He started to quietly laugh as he zoomed out of the boy's room and looked at the whole Earth. The Pharaoh shot his head up at the noise, but dismissed it as nothing as he faded back into the puzzle.


"Portal. Show me Yugi Mutou and his friend's past." Azrael commanded his shadow mirror.

Azrael watched as visions of the past zoomed in front of him showing happy scenes with the young boy and his friends. Azrael's mouth opened in shock as he realized something.

"I…I… it can't be true!" Azrael exclaimed. "I can't believe I never saw this before! He is the weakness! Not only the Pharaoh's, but all his friends too!"

Azrael continued to watch as his assumption continued to be proved correct time and time again. Azrael continued to see very strong willed people weakened by some little child with no self confidence or strength. Azrael couldn't help but ask: Why? Why do they care?

Then, another question popped into his head: What if Yugi was just taken away?

"Yes…what if I just killed him? Disposed of him? What would all those people do without this little midget?"

The wheels started turning in Azrael's head when a little voice distracted him from his evil plotting.

"Please don't." The little girl said, on the verge of tears. "He's a good person. Don't hurt him."

Azrael turned around to see a little girl with long, blonde hair in a soft-purple silk night gown. She was holding a teddy bear in her left arm and was wiping her glazed-over eyes with the other. Yes, the little girl was blind. But, at the same time she could see better than anyone else in the entire world.

Azrael sighed. This little girl was the reason he refused to believe someone out there didn't have a weak point. He kneeled down to her eye level and out stretched his arms for a warm embrace.

"Come here, Amane."

Amane ran to Azrael's arms and cried and cried. Amane may not have been able to see physical things, but she could see people's spirits and thoughts as if she were watching TV or reading a book. Amane knew if someone was lying or telling the truth, whether they had pure intentions or planned to destroy the world, and she could judge a book by its cover because she already knew what the contents inside held.

"Shhhh…shhhhh…" Azrael said as he patted Amane's back. "I promise I won't hurt Ryo."

Amane pushed Azrael away and turned away from him. "That's not the point. There are dire consequences to taking that young boy's soul away."

Azrael was confused. He had thought for sure Amane was worried about her brother's safety like she usually was. Azrael had taken Amane away a long time ago because although Ryo tried his best, he couldn't protect his powerful sister as was necessary. Azrael respected Ryo for trying, but had deemed it best if she was taken to a place that could accommodate to her special needs. Azrael had let Amane watch as her big brother continued to age and grow while she stayed the same, which was partially why he had taken interest in the Pharaoh's spirit after being missing for thousands of years. Amane had really been on edge for her brother's safety ever since he had received the Millennium Ring. But now that Amane was having a fit for something other than Ryo's safety, Azrael didn't know how to respond.

Amane continued. "That young boy needs to be around or else the world will perish!"

Azrael chuckled. "Don't be silly Amane. A soul as weak as his? Surely you jest."

"No! You can't kill him!" Amane continued to protest.

Azrael pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in defeat. "Fine. I won't kill him."

"You can't take him away and say you killed him either."

Azrael mentally cursed the young child's ability to read his mind. "What if I just play a little game with the mortals who care so much for him? What if I bring his soul here? Then you could have a play mate and maybe even see Ryo."

Amane thought about it for a second before turning back around with a smile. "I am kind of lonely."

"That's a good girl. Now why don't you go off to bed and let Azrael take care of this, alright?"

Amane nodded her head and ran back into the castle she and Azrael lived in. Azrael turned back to the images of the friends and smiled.

"Oh well. It will still be fun to mess with that all-mighty Pharaoh and the young boy's friends. And who's to say that an accident might befall the little boy?"

Azrael plucked a flower from a vine that had grown on the balcony and popped its head off with his thumb. Azrael broke into a mad laughter as he thought of all the fun he was going to have.


So...what do you think?

Sarah: O_o...do you have a fetish for trying to kill Yugi or something?

Um...not exactly what I was hoping for to be your resction...

Sarah: Yeah? Well To. F*ing. Bad. Someone needs to stand up for the little guy since you like pounding the snot out of him.

I haven't exactly done anything yet!

Sarah: Yet.

*SIGH* Um...if it's not to much to ask...would you please comment? I don't care if you give me flames or anything, I just like to read what people have to say.

Sarah: And I can see the traffic this story gets, so you better believe I'll know how many of you didn't comment!

Goodbye! And hope to see you for the next chapter!