DSO: I'm alive! Lol, anyway, I wanted to apologize for the wait. I have been trying to make some changes so that its not like the film too much.

Jou: Are you gonna give me my accent?

Seto: Oh, for the love of God, please don't-

Jou: *Glares* I wouldn't even finish that sentence if you plan on getting any sex tonight.

Seto: *Clamps mouth shut*

DSO: Yes, Jou, I am giving you your accent.

Yami: Guess that solves the whole OOCness then.

Yugi: Yami, what are you doing here? You're not in the story are you?

DSO: Fgvyjkhuigyfcud! *Tackles Yami before he can answer*

Seto, Jou, & Yugi: *Sweatdrop* Well, read and enjoy…

After traveling by sea and horseback, Seto and Yugi had finally made it to Transylvania. Snow fell and flurried around them in the wind. A light blanket covered the ground as their horses made hoof prints soon to be replaced by the icy, white specks. Their breaths came out as fog as it froze in the air.

As their horses trotted into the village, they received wary glances and a few whispers erupted among the residents as they dismounted their steeds. Yugi pulled his wool cloak around him tighter as he waited for Seto to finish tying his horse's reins to a post along with his own. Seto grabbed his pack and slung it over his shoulder. Yugi walked shyly behind him as they made their way through the village.

"Why do they have to keep staring at us?" Yugi asked quietly but irritably. "Is it always like this when you go on missions?"

Seto pulled his hat further onto his head and over his eyes. "Usually." He answered. He kept his eyes forward, the whispers not bothering him as he was used to it.

They made their way across the village until Seto lost his patience. They had reached a stone well in the center of the square. Seto let out an impatient sigh and let his pack fall to the ground. The villagers had all crowded around them, some holding pitchforks and knives. Others were, mostly woman, holding onto their children. They were all staring at them intently as if they expected them to strike at any moment.

"How do you do it?" Yugi whispered, afraid to break the silence that had befallen on them.

"With what little patience I have." Seto sharply stated loud enough for the crowd to hear and in response they took a few frightened steps back.

Bold footsteps sounded behind them. Seto and Yugi slowly turned toward them though they kept their faces lowered. They saw a pair of black leather boots standing on top of the well in front of them. A thickly accented voice sounded from the boots' owner. "What are ya doin' here, foreignas? This ain't a safe place te be."

Seto slowly reached a gloved hand up to bring the black bandanna around his neck up to cover the bottom of his face. Thanks to the hat his eyes and the rest of his face were shadowed. Now that he knew he could look without showing his face, he lifted his head to meet a familiar face.

It was the youngest of the Jounichi brothers, Katsuya. Soft blonde tresses framed the boy's head almost like a halo. It looked tamed and groomed and yet it also looked quite the opposite. His bangs kept falling into his face and he had to keep lifting a hand to push it out of his honey colored eyes. Fire seemed to ignite in those eyes as they pierced Seto with a hard glare that would no doubt send any coward scurrying. He wore a white linen shirt, the collar open to reveal fair skin underneath, tucked into a pair of black pants with the legs tucked into the boots. A red vest was barely seen over the shirt and beneath a thick black coat that reached his mid-thighs. His arms were firmly crossed over his chest as he glowered down at them.

"Why'd ya covah ya face? Let meh see 'em." The boy ordered.

"Why should we, mutt?" Seto retorted.

Katsuya's face went red with anger and he jumped off the well and marched toward them. He stopped right in front of Seto and growled in his face. "What 'd ya call meh?"

Seto merely looked down at the blond and calmly replied, "Mutts shouldn't growl at their masters unless they want to be punished."

Katsuya growled and raised a fist to punch him square in the jaw. Instead, Seto stepped to the side and force behind his punch sent the boy falling forward. He quickly turned to get up and try again when Seto reached down into his bag and pulled out his crossbow. He pointed it at the blonde, whose eyes had widened in shock. They stood frozen in that position until Seto finally spoke. "You're not doing a very good job at hiding."

The blonde gave him a confused look as if to say; 'What the Hell are you talking about?'. Suddenly, a dark chuckle reached his ears from behind him. He felt Seto take a hold of his forearm and drag him behind the older male. Now Katsuya could see to whom Seto was addressing.

The crowd had migrated so that everyone was behind Seto, leaving the other half of the square occupied by only four people. Three gorgeous women were gripping the arms of an overly handsome man. The first and smallest of the women had light blue hair with soft purple eyes to match. Her silk gypsy clothes were also a combination of purple shades and gold bells dangled from her ears and wrists.

The second woman had short brown hair with chocolate eyes that also seemed to have a slight red hue to them. She was tall and wore green gypsy silks, like her other sisters, that complimented her curves quite nicely. Her lips were curled up in a smile; Katsuya had the impression that her smile was a way of mocking them. She, too, had jewels and chains hanging around her wrists, hips, and ankles.

The last and most beautiful of the women had blonde curls cascading down her back and over her shoulders. Heavily lashed purple eyes, much like her younger sister's only darker, examined them. Her plump red lips were also smiling at them mockingly. Her silks were red and were much more revealing then the others' robes. They were tight on her and yet loose. Silver bells, diamonds, and chains dangled and rang in the wind.

The man, however, was the most attractive. Dark red irises were the first to be noticed. His tan complexion making him stick out among the white snow. Blond bangs hung in his eyes and other blond streaks went up into his jet-black hair outlined with red. He wore a white button up shirt, like Katsuya's. Over the shirt was a long black coat. his shirt was tucked into a dark pair of pants. On his feet were fancy sleek black shoes. He was smirking but only slightly, that is, until his eyes landed on a smaller version of himself hiding behind the hunter. Then his lips twitched up a bit more.

After studying them, Seto spoke, "You aren't Mokuba."

The man chuckled, "No, my name is Yami and I am Mokuba's right hand man. My Count wishes he were here to greet you but unfortunately he got caught up in something of much more importance."

"So then why da hell are ya 'ere?" It was Katsuya who spoke this time.

Yami leaned his head toward the women. "My Ladies wanted to see the visitors."

"And, of course, we wanted to see you, Katsuya." The brunette's merry voice said. Katsuya narrowed his eyes and growled.

"Wish I could say da same te ya, Anzu." He bit out through clenched teeth.

With a small whoosh, Katsuya found himself in the hands of the women. The smallest, who Katsuya knew to be Lady Miho, circled her arms around his waist. Lady Anzu was behind him, her mouth resting on the crook where his neck and shoulder met inhaling his scent. The third Lady was on his left side, her mouth right by his ear. Her arms were up and around his head with her hands fisting his hair. Slowly, the third Lady licked his ear and said in a low and seductive tone, "You should reconsider joining us, Katsuya. If we brought you back with us our Master would be most pleased." Katsuya had frozen. With Lady Anzu at his neck he dared not move.

Seto took the initiative and grabbed the brunette by her hair and pulled her off of Katsuya. Miho quickly let go of Katsuya to help Anzu when Seto pulled the trigger of his crossbow. Small silver stakes shot out and nothing more than a blur as they pierced the youngest Lady. The oldest released Katsuya to attack Seto but he merely turned his crossbow on her and she too was assaulted by the flying stakes. Now free, Katsuya flexed his wrist and a small wooden stake slid out. He then spun around to Anzu still in Seto's grip and thrust the stake up and straight into her heart.

Her screams echoed and began to fade as she turned to dust. Wails were heard from the other sisters as they spontaneously grew huge pairs of grey wings. Their bodies turned grey as well and their faces turned haggard and horrid. Every tooth in their open screaming mouths were now fangs. They took off into the sky sobbing and wailing with grief.

Yugi looked to where the man had been but found the courtyard empty. He must've left when things turned ugly. Seto, meanwhile, was glaring down at Katsuya, who was breathing shakily with anger and adrenaline. When he finally regained his breath he noticed Seto staring at him. "What?" he asked him irritably.

"Next time, let me take care of it. Understand, mutt?" Seto's icy tone was colder than the snow itself.

Katsuya glared back him before smirking. Seto narrowed his eyes slightly; the sudden action had taken him by surprise. Katsuya glanced at the still villagers before saying, "Whatevah ya say, Seto Kaiba."