QUESTION TO MY READERS!

I want to start writing again this summer, but I don't know what to work on first, so I'd like if anyone who's still reading could vote for me :D
Peaase put these options IN THE ORDER you would like them to be done. If you don't know some of them, you can just ignore them XD

- Captain Seto (Either 1 Chap and an epilogue or a few short chapters left)
- Continuation of idea in "Forbidden Love" (People seemed interested in this)
- Finish Naruto Fanfic in previous Chapter
- Soul Destruction (... Yeah, it's only been 2 and a half years since the last chap XP)
- Sinister Soul
- The Hearts of Egypt

Or would you prefer something new? If so, what kind? XD

I'm not expecting much of a response, but I'd love if you could give be your opinions :D

And just so's this is ok, I thought I'd show you clips from some old stories I never got going... Er... Enjoy? XD;

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'

Seto and Mokuba Brotherly Fic
July 2005

Mokuba realises how different Seto's life was before him and wonders if his brother would have been better off if he hadn't been born.

"Mokuba do you mind? I'm trying to concentrate..."

"Huh?" Mokuba Kaiba paused his overly-loud video game and looked over at his brother. The CEO was seated at his desk, head rested in his hands while his fingers looked just about ready to tear his hair out with frustration. "Oh... sorry Seto..." Mokuba mumbled, turning the game off. He felt bad for always coming in to play his video games, especially considering the amount of work Seto had, but he hated playing by himself in his room.

Seto shook his head and sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. Stiffling a yawn he forced one lazy eye open to look at Mokuba, trying to wipe the sleep out of the other. "Mokuba, could you go play somewhere else, please?"

Mokuba smiled, "Sure thing Seto." He knew his brother was trying to catch a few z's, and with good reason. Mokuba couldn't even begin to guess when Seto last had a good nights sleep.

"Oh, and could you put this in my room on your way?" Seto asked, holding out a folder.

Mokuba took it and smiled. "No prob'. Night Seto." He would have given his brother a hug, but he didn't seem in the moad. Gathering his things and shutting the door behind him, Mokuba made his way towards his room quietly. "Poor Seto never stops working..." he thought, opening the door to Seto's room and walking in.

Looking around Mokuba frowned at Seto's desk. It was piled with files, papers and folders, all of which had been 'organised' around Seto's computer and keyboard. "If we didn't have cleaners..." Was all Mokuba could think, shaking his head. "If I leave the file in that mess he'll never find it again... Guess I gotta tidy it then..."

Groaning inwardly he dropped the file on Seto's bed and started moving all the papers from Seto's desk to the floor. "Yikes, what exploded in here?" he thought as he tried to lift a very heavy stack of papers, only to have them tople all over the floor. He knelt down and began organising what he could into some sort of order. "And I thought I was messy...ow!" he grumbled as something hard fell off the desk and hit him in the head.

"What was that?" he wondered, looking around until he spotted his culprit. A small picture frame lay face-down on the floor beside him. Curious, Mokuba picked it up, thankful the glass hadn't broken, and turned it over.

Friendship Fic, Yugi, Atemu, Joey(Jono)
May 2005

The old Prince and Pauper Tale for the first few chapters, followed by an uprising among the Pharoaoh's court, Yugi's soul being stolen, thief Bakura's attacking, and a number of otehr adventures.

Atemu walked over to his bed, spun around and landed on his back, staring at the ceiling with his arms spread out beside him. His lessons were finished earlier today as Ishizu, who usually taught him about the history of Egypt (boring in Atemu's opinion) was busy down at the temples, while his fighting instructer was busy training new warriors. He had nothing to do for the rest of the day.

Except practise his magic, but he wasn't even bothered.

Sighing heavily he sat up again, opening the clasps and allowing his red cloak to drop onto his bed, tossing the clasps on a nearby table. He stood up and walked across his room to the balcony, blinking slightly at the bright sun as he walked out. Leaning his elbows on the ledge, he shut his eyes and enjoyed the breeze sweeping over his face, playing with his hair. It was good to breath some fresh air after spending so many hours stuffed up in the potions room beneath the palace with Akunadin and Seto.

He could hear some twittering nearby and opened one eye lazily, looking towards the opposite side of the gallery to his left, were a cage sat near the edge. Atemu smiled and walked over to the beautiful, gilded cage, looking in on a few of the young birds (there were only four birds in it). "Hey there..." Atemu whispered, smiling as the birds continued to chirp noisily. He had a certain fondness for birds; the way they sang for Ra as he traveled across the sky, silencing only when the Sun God disappeared into the night. These paticular birds were very rare; difficult to find and even harder to catch.

As that thought crossed his mind, Atemu frowned. Here they were, some of the most valuble birds known, imprisioned in a gilded home; unable to fly free as they should, expected to serve others as a source of ornament, wealth or possession.

"Just like me..." the young prince mumbled. He felt that way quite often; like the possession of his father that he could present to others like some sort of prized animal and boast about. It may have been overreacting, but thats the way he felt. He had no freedom; he was always expected to be learning or doing something, and if not he was to sit quietly in his room doing extra studies or in the training in the hall. He, like the birds, was a prisioner in his own home.

Suddenly, the beautiful gilded cage seemed no more then just that; a cage. A prison. Angered now, Atemu roughly grabbed the cage. The birds twittered hysterically at the sudden jerk, but Atemu ignored them. He found what he was looking for; the door to the cage. Pulling it open, the birds flew out at an alarming speed, falling downwards then gliding upwards again, up into the sky. Atemu watched as the birds circled a few times, confused by their sudden freedom, then fly away from the palace.

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