Yes, okay I know what you all thinking. Who does this ass whole think he is to keep us waiting several months and then deliver to us a measly five and a half thousand word chapter(not including this large chunky intro). Well I have a response to this line of thinking. And the response is this. NONE OF YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE. Therefor you cannot march to the top of the hill too the demon's house to run him out with your pitch forks and your torches (which to be fair are kind of pointless in summer anyway). Yes I am immune to any form of physical torture you could ever hope to put me through. However I am vulnerable to verbal abuse. In which case I shall laugh at you and call you an appropriately degrading name. Now you may ask, why is dear old Ani suddenly being such a jerk (By the way I just realised how crap that nickname I just gave myself is). Well the answer is simple. Imagine if you will, that your and you friends arrange to meet at a local place to hang out. So you take the needed two hour walk to get to the bus (The moon gets a better bus service than we do) which I then get on for another half hour trip. Upon arriving I find no one else there. So I call around asking where everyone is. All most all of them have decided not to come. The rest won't answer their phones. So now only two people claim to be going. But that's fine I can wait for two people. But as the minutes turn into hours I start getting my doubts so, I ring them up again. One of them has remembered they have a driving lesson, but will apparently come as soon as they are finished. The other apparently had waited till then to have a shower. So somewhat satisfied they will be there in an hour I decide to keep waiting. And waiting. So, at five, five hours after the agreed meeting time I decide to fuck them, got back on the bus, and started preparing for the next two hour foot journey back home. I am not joking when I tell you my feet bled, because with it being summer, I decided not to wear socks, which turn out to be a bad idea with these trainers. And yes to everyone reading this I can completely comprehend that I have just wasted the last five minutes writing my anger down in a word document for you all to laugh at. Hopefully this will make you all feel better about your own lives. Well without further ado, here is your yu-gi-oh/doctor story.
Disclaimer/ do not own Yu-gi-oh or Doctor who. If I owned Doctor who I would go back in time using the Tardis and tell myself not to bother getting up.
Amy Pond sat in a cave, her frowning face illuminated by a single candle. The candle stood in the middle of a makeshift stone table with a piece of untouched bread and a mug of water placed in front of her. Across the table sat her captor and tormentor. In front of him was a large meal containing various bits of cooked meat and an assortment of fruit and veg, along with a glass of red wine. The white haired bandit tore into his meat (beef, she decided, not really knowing what he was eating) with his teeth ripping out large chunks. Once he'd wolfed it down he began to guzzle down his drink, throwing the empty glass over his shoulder when he was finished and giving her a large smile. A large evil disturbing smile that made Amy shudder.
"Why am I still here?" she asked the thief wearily.
"Because you make such a good hostage," chuckled the mad thief, before taking a large chunk out of an apple.
"But I don't even know the Pharaoh," whined Amy. She looked miserably at her piece of stale mouldy bread. It didn't look edible, but as her stomach made a whining noise she began to seriously contemplate eating it. The water if nothing else looked drinkable. She lifted the wooden mug to her lips and took a sip. Immediately she felt like spitting it back out.
"Even so, it's not like I can trade you in. Well not at the moment anyway," said Bakura, having somehow managed to wolf down his entire meal in a matter of minutes and was now picking at his teeth with a wooden toothpick. "Look, I made a promise that I wouldn't hurt a hair on your pretty little head, and for the most part I intend to keep it."
"Why are you attacking the Pharaoh anyway," asked Amy, figuring she might as well make the most out of her situation. He'd only been in power for like an hour before you attacked, there's no way he could have upset you in that amount of time."
Bakura didn't seem to take kindly to the new topic of conversation, judging by how he was now growling at her.
"That is none of your business woman. Now keep quiet and do not try to question me again."
'Wow, someone has issues' thought Amy, turning back to her small mouldy meal. Her stomach made another noise of complaint, and with a disgusted face she picked up the piece of mouldy bread.
'I am so going to regret this' she thought, before taking a chunk out of the bread with her teeth,
…
Priest Seto glared at Rory.
Rory glared at Priest Seto.
"My Pharaoh this Barbarian punched me in the face. I demand he be locked up, for the crime of assaulting a high priest."
"Let it go Seto," said the Pharaoh from his throne, boredom at their situation laced through his voice. "You did threaten to kill his wife. I rather think I would have hit you myself. Probably harder though. And with a few added kicks for good measure."
The Pharaoh, some of the priests, The Doctor and Rory all stood in the throne room, but other than for Seto and Rory's argument no one was speaking, instead opting to wait for some news from Shimon. When he did return everyone's head snapped up as the small priest walked slowly across the room, bowing before his king.
"My Pharaoh, I can even know how to beg for you forgiveness. We have lost all trace of Bakura. It is like he simply vanished."
For a while the Pharaoh said nothing, simply closed his eyes and lifted his hand to his face. His hand slithered downwards, uncovering his now open eyes. He looked tired.
"I see. Thank you for your report Shimon."
Rory, in an attempt to release his pent up emotion, turned round and punched a stone pillar. No one seemed to pay him any attention, which he was grateful for as he attempted to pull back his tears whilst cradling his now swollen hand.
But it would seem the apologies were not over with as Mahad kneeled next to Shimon, bowing his head.
"My King, I am to blame for this. It was my ineptitude that allowed the thief to break into the palace and take the girl, and my fault as well that he was able to desecrate the tomb of the previous king. I will accept any punishment that you…"
But he stopped talking as the Pharaoh raised his hand, signalling for him to stop.
"Mahad… my friend. Please see to it that my father is interred to with respect."
Mahad didn't speak for a moment, merely allowed his eyes to well up with tears in response to both the kindness and sadness in his King's voice. Eventually he bent his head down, biting back the tears before saying in a small voice, "Yes, my Pharaoh."
"Well this is all well and good," said the Doctor, launching into the conversation. "I mean burials for the dead are an important thing, especially when it's a country's former king. But let's bring attention back from the dead for a moment and focus more if you will, on the potentially still living… specifically Amy."
Seto growled at him. "You dare to insinuate the fate of the woman to be more important than…"
But he was cut by the Pharaoh, who threw him a glare of his own.
"The Doctor may not have said it in the most respectful way, but he does speak the truth. Right now we should be focusing on saving that woman, before it is too late. For now mourning for my father's upheaval will have to be set aside."
As the Pharaoh finished talking the Doctor beamed at him. "That is exactly right, and I think that's why we should all pool what we know. So now we need to buckle down and think. Where has Bakura gone, where could he be going.
"Kul-Elna," grunted Rory still holding his swollen appendage. "That's where Bakura said his stone was right. So then that's the most likely place he'd set up shop. So that he could protect it."
The other priests in the room nodded.
"Although I do not believe he would set up a shop there I believe the rest of you theory should be fairly accurate," said Shada. "However, we do not know where Kul-Elna is, and I believe it would be dangerous to take Bakura at his word. For now we priests shall search for clues about the location of this Kul-Elna, if it does in deed exist. You and the Doctor should return to your room. You must both be exhausted. If we find anything out about the location of you wife, we will be sure to let you know."
Rory was about to protest but before he could, the Doctor's hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"That sounds great," said the Doctor, smiling at the priest. "A good rest is just what we need, isn't it Rory. A good night's sleep and we'll be bright and refreshed for the morning. So come on, let's leave them to it."
The Doctor began dragging him away. Rory noticed him frown as soon as his back was turned to the priests.
…
The Pharaoh watched the two men leave, one being dragged by the other. They were a mystery to him, just as they were to everyone else in the room. They intrigued him, with their speech and their way of saying things. The way the one named Rory would stumble around in front of his wife, seeming meek, but the second his wife was threatened he showed he had the heart of a lion. And the Doctor, with his strange words and phrases. He regretted not being able to listen to them more, to talk to them properly. He had a feeling that despite his tom foolery the Doctor was actually much older and wiser than he seemed. However he was also very obviously lying just now. There was no way he would accept returning to his room just now. Not with one of his own missing. In fact he had a feeling that the Doctor would most likely try taking things into his own hands.
"Mahad, please instruct the guards to watch The Doctor and Rory tonight. They are not to impede anything they do, merely watch them and follow them discreetly. Also set up a guard around the Doctor's blue box."
He would not stop the Doctor from going after his companion, as he quite honestly felt he had no right too. This was his palace and his kingdom, but it was the Doctor's friend and Rory's wife who was in peril. But even so, that did not mean he wouldn't dissuade them. And if the Doctor was going to take on Bakura, he would most likely need something to give him an edge, something most likely stored in the blue box. Perhaps if could not retrieve whatever object he needed he would return quietly for the night?
…
The Pharaoh had been right. Once the Doctor and Rory had return to their room, they had immediately devised a plan to escape.
"But how are we going to escape, it's a thirty foot drop to the floor from the balcony. We would probably survive it but we would probably break something as well," Rory asked the Doctor.
The Doctor's response was to flash him a devilish grin.
"We go with the all-time classic escape the palace plan."
"Which is?" asked Rory, not getting what the Doctor meant.
"Tie together the bed sheets and the curtains and make a rope."
"…"
…
Not an hour later both the Doctor and Rory were descending the side of the palace, climbing down there make shift rope.
"Even if we get down how are we going to find Amy?" Rory grunted.
"Easy peasy. Remember how I was talking about how this world is clashing with the realm of Necromere, overlapping each other within the void, and it's thanks to this that monsters can be given a solid shape. Well I don't imagine everyone can summon their own personal pet flying monster."
As he said this Rory landed on the ground behind him with a grunt. The Doctor set of with Rory behind him, as the Doctor continued to whisper his plan.
"By coming from Necromere, passing through the void and emerging in our world, the monster should get covered in void matter, and that's going to leave a trail. If you remember Bakura escaped on his monster, so all we have to do is get back to … the … Tardis..."
As he finished speaking the two turned round the final corner to the Tardis, managing to stop themselves just in time to stop themselves from coming into full view of a large number of armed guards.
"Okay, and what if we can't get back to the Tardis," asked Rory.
"Then I'll just have to use the pair of three-D glasses I keep in my pocket," the Doctor answered with a frown.
"What are you guys doing?"
The two visibly jumped at the sound of the new but familiar voice coming from directly behind them.
The two turned round slowly to come see Mana, eyeing them curiously with a small frown on her face.
"We're… going for a walk," answered Rory quietly, still conscious of the guards not ten feet away.
"Uh-huh," answered Mana, clearly not buying it.
"We are trying to engage upon an epic adventure across the dunes and desserts of Egypt, whilst battling hordes of demons and monsters in order to save a fair princess from her captive state at the hands of an evil king who lives far across the dessert in the hopes of defeating said evil king and restoring peace to Egypt in the process. Any questions?"
The Doctor gave the shocked a girl a devious grin, having succeeded in scrambling her thoughts, only to be forced to sink his smile in the Nile (heh, bad pun) as the girl suddenly smiled and answered
"Yeah, can I come?"
…
The next day the Pharaoh was happy to hear, that the Doctor and Rory had been found back in their room. Apparently they had disappeared for a time, with the curtains and bed sheets having been manufactured into some sort of rope so they could get out from their room. The Pharaoh had commanded it be left as is, in case the Doctor decided to return. The Pharaoh was delighted to know that his efforts to deter them had succeeded. Of course he hadn't known that what had actually stopped them was the boundless curiosity of Manna, and their unwillingness to involve her. Instead the day was to be filled with documents and permission slips to be signed, people to see, wishes to hear, problems to solve and a bit of Seto's nagging.
"Why is there so much Parchment work?" the Pharaoh asked Shimon drearily.
"As our new king there is much that needs to be approved and former operations that had previously been given the go ahead now needing your permission to continue."
"But can't the priests handle some, if not most of these?" asked the Pharaoh.
"They would not be presumptuous enough to even think they know the workings of your mind pharaoh. After all these are your decisions to make."
The pharaoh inwardly groaned. He'd never had need for a desk before. Now he had need for two or three more. He had ran out of space a long time ago, and now piles of paper, with new piles being brought in by the minute were taking up space on the floor around him.
"And what news do you have of Bakura's whereabouts?"
"We have discovered that Kul-Elna does exist. Or more accurately did. It seemed that some years before your father's death the small village fell victim to a group of vicious bandits. We believe most of the villagers were killed or captured. It should be a ghost town now, but if Bakura is there then our guards shall soon be on his tail."
The Pharaoh nodded, showing he had acknowledged what Shimon had said but otherwise made no other comment about it.
"And what of the Doctor and his companion. Where are they now?"
"Apparently they are with the young Miss Manna. She appears to have quite taken to them."
…
"So what were you guys really doing last night," Manna asked them, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
"We already told you, we were going to fight the demon king," the Doctor answered her readily.
"Really?"
"Very really."
"Where's Amy gone?" asked Manna, suddenly shifting the topic of conversation. Rory eyes suddenly grew dark.
"You mean you didn't hear about last night?" the Doctor asked.
"Oh you mean the break in? I heard someone attacked but the Pharaoh scared them off. Was Amy injured?"
"He took her," said Rory quietly, his rage beginning to build up again.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE TOOK HER!" Manna yelled, apparently shocked at this new revelation.
"Bakura saw he was in trouble, so he needed a way out," the Doctor explained for Rory. "By taking Amy has a hostage he gave himself a chance to escape and challenge the Pharaoh's morality. IN the end the Pharaoh allowed Bakura to escape to avoid harming her."
Manna looked at Rory apologetically. "I'm sorry. I should have realised something was wrong. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"You mean there isn't," spat Rory, suddenly turning nasty. "You can do magic right. Well use your magic and bring her back."
Manna reeled back at Rory's outrage.
"But… But I can't-," she spluttered
"Rory, you being unreasonable, calm down," said the Doctor, only to receive a menacing glare from Rory.
"You want me to calm down. How can I calm down? It's been almost twenty four hours now. Even if he's kept his promise of not killing her, that doesn't mean he won't hurt her."
"Actually he specifically promised not to hurt her at all," the Doctor tried to counter, but it was on death ears.
"So what? He's a murderer and a thief and whatever else. He doesn't have any morals Doctor. And who's to say he won't… he won't-."
Rory's eyes began to fill with tears and he found himself unable to finish his sentence.
"Amy's a strong woman Rory. Contrary to what we like to think, she doesn't need us to protect her. I wouldn't be surprised to find out she managed to escape all on her own, and is on the way back to us right now."
…
Amy snuck out of the cave. Remarkably Bakura had fallen into an uneasy sleep. She knew it was uneasy because he kept twitching. She had taken the chance to gather up supplies, such as sort of bound sack of that horrible water which she could hang from her neck, and some bread she could find that wasn't so mouldy. Remarkably there wasn't much that could be used for a weapon or self-defence in general inside the robbers hides out. Well except for one gleaming silvery knife that gleamed from his belt. But she didn't dare go for that in case he woke up. So instead she's wrapped a cloth round herself to protect her and her ruined dress from the sand, and wore some of it as a hood that fell low over her eyes to protect them from the sun. It had taken her an hour to work up the courage to escape the slumbering thief, but now that she had she felt a sense of relief wash over her. That man was a pig. The things he'd suggested as he talked to her left her seriously scared for her status as a wife. And the worst bit was that he'd been suggesting that it was her who wanted to do it. That it was her who was attracted to him. She remembered how he'd referred to her glare as the look of a love struck animal who was eying a potential mate. Saying that he couldn't begrudge her for her thoughts for there was no finer mate than he. She snorted at the memory. Now all she had to do was get back to Rory and the Doctor.
As she emerged from the cave the first thing she noticed was the ruined houses that surrounded her. They were old and unkempt, besieged by sand storms and damaged by… well she couldn't tell. It looked like a herd of rampaging bulls had stampeded through the desolate village, knocking down every wall unfortunate enough to be in its path. The old houses were in absolute ruin, some looking like they'd been burned to the ground.
"What happened here?" she whispered under her breath. The sand on the wind plummeted into her makeshift cloak, but other than that nothing seemed to move. The town was completely devoid of life, as if even animals and insects avoided this place. After a minute of simply standing there surveying the scenery, Amy finally started moving. In all fairness she hadn't really thought this through. She didn't know which way the palace was or even the nearest village. If she left now there was a good chance that she would be lost in the dessert and die of dehydration. But somehow she felt that preferable to remaining with the thief, or even just in this village at all. It was as if every gut instinct in her body was begging her to leave. So she did. Besides there were probably guards searching the dessert looking for her. All she had to do was find them.
I took her ten minutes of walking to find the edge of the village. When she reached it she was treated the exact view that she feared. Nothing but a stretch of dessert that appeared to go on for miles and miles. When riding a giant monster the distance hadn't seemed so long, but now it looked like she would never leave the stretch of dessert if she tried to venture out. But she decided to do it anyway. There was no way she was staying here. But she'd barely put a foot outside the village when a voice interrupted her.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Amy halted and let out a small shiver at the taunting voice of the thief. She turned round, making sure to give him the biggest glare she could muster. He simply laughed at her.
"Well I'll admit, you have balls, figuratively speaking, to try and escape from me, knowing full well what the consequences could be. But as fun as it's been to watch you bumble around, it's time to take you back now."
Amy growled under her breath. So she'd never really escaped him. He'd been following her and she hadn't a clue. But as she continued her death glare, she noticed Bakura wasn't looking at her anymore. Instead he was looking behind her. So she turned round. At first she didn't see anything, just the dessert and the waves of heat rising up from the sand. But then, in the distance, far away on the horizon she saw a small cloud of dust. And as it got closer she saw it for what t truly was. Men riding horses were quickly making their way across the dessert towards them. The white hoods they wore confirmed them as members of the Pharaoh's guard.
"They got here quicker than expected," said Bakura, his voice coming from right beside her. She swivelled round in shock. He'd gotten right up to her without her noticing.
"Time to go my dear."
And before she could protest he'd knocked her out. Picking up her unconscious form from the sandy grounds, he slumped her over her shoulder, amusing himself with thoughts of whether this meant he had broken his promise or not. Sure he'd knocked her out but she hadn't had time to register any pain, and by the time she woke up it would be just a little sore spot. The thief shrugged to himself before walking back into the village.
…
The next day the Pharaoh was being told the latest update on Bakura. The guards had released a messenger bird back to the palace detailing their findings in Kul-Elna. The thief had not been there. Or at least not when they arrived. In one of the ruins they had found a burnt down candle, a broken wine glass and the remnants of a half-eaten mouldy piece of bread and an empty mug. What it came down to is Bakura had been there, but had vacated shortly before they had arrived. As such the guards had taken to searching the surrounding area for any hidden caves that Bakura could have hidden in, but they feared he had used his Diabound to escape and was now a good distance away. However the half-eaten bread and empty cup could be taken as signs that the red headed woman, Amy was her name he was quite sure, was alive and well, if a little under fed. Content that he didn't have nothing but bad news to relay to the Doctor and Rory concerning their missing companion, the Pharaoh stood up determined to relay this news himself.
He strode the halls ignoring the staring of the guards who were wondering what he could possibly be doing in the more humble area of the palace. He walked to the group of guards who still guarded the Doctor and Rory's room. Politely he asked them to step aside. But before he opened the door he suddenly felt like he was forgetting something. Something basic which no doubt didn't apply to him but he felt he should do anyway. Figuring it out he raised his hand and knocked on the door, something he'd never had to do before in his life since doors had always been opened for him upon his approach. Not waiting for anyone to answer the door, he quietly opened it and slipped inside.
"Doctor I need to talk to… you."
The room was empty of both its occupants. Instead a makeshift rope forged from bed sheets and curtains had been tied to the bed and fell over the side off the balcony. The Pharaoh frowned. He hadn't confined them to the room, or even the palace. They could have just walked out; there was no need to pull this stunt again. The Pharaoh sighed before leaving the room and turning back to his guards. "Spread the word, you are to find the Doctor and his companion Rory, and tell them that the Pharaoh requires their immediate presence, as it concerns their missing companion Amy. Do not detain them, but report it when they have been found so I will know they are coming back. You might need to search outside the capital."
The Guards bowed, acknowledging their Pharaoh's orders. They left, shouting orders her and there to more passing guards. The Pharaoh gave another sigh, thinking how the Doctor and Rory had felt it necessary to escape. Shaking his head he retraced his steps back to his desk. He might as well get started on the papers concerning his reforms concerning slavery. After all the required amount of parchment he needed to sin to pass this reform was actually stacked higher than his desk.
…
"Well what have we here?" muttered the Doctor. He and Rory had successfully snuck out their room again and were now trying to sneak out the palace. They had been trying to avoid the guards, and in doing so had been forced to take a rather round about method to exit the palace grounds. This had led them to several pyramid shaped constructs. They arrived just in time to see a certain blue cloaked priest disappear into one of the large buildings. The Doctor had motioned to Rory, and using his years of experience sneaking around had expertly avoided the guards and followed the priest inside.
'Something's up,' decided the Doctor. As they approached the main room, the Doctor motioned to a raised section of the room. Both of them had promptly hid behind it and were now eavesdropping on an on-going conversation.
"If we allow this thief to live he will pose a threat to all of us," came the voice of Priest Seto.
"It is true that if the Pharaoh had not intervened, we six priests would have most likely died before Bakura's Ka," a voice answered sadly. Both the Doctor and Rory recognised it as the voice of the one eyes priest.
"Ahkeniden," whispered Rory, once he recognized the other voice.
"Akhenaden," corrected the Doctor in a hushed voice. "Although to be fair he wasn't blessed with the best of names. All the other priests have simple two syllable names, but this guy's got like four."
"Yeas, other than the gods themselves the monsters in this shrine aren't nearly powerful enough to stand against Bakura. After all they were mere parasite taken from lowly sinners."
"You forget," interrupted Akhenaden, "Bakura is a sinner as well. So how did his Ka grow so powerful?"
There was weariness in the old priest's voice, as if the answer to this question was not one worth discovering.
"It can only be the strength of his hatred," concluded the old priest sadly.
Seto did not say anything, instead seeming more intent on what the old priest was about to say next.
"The millennium items we priests wear. They were meant to be a force for good. Holy items and beacons of peace. But there is an evil side hidden within the items, kept secret even from the other priests. Yet Bakura knew that secret."
"What!" Seto's voice pierced his own silence, his first word in a while containing shock and anger.
"Do you mean to tell me that all that nonsense about doors to the after world and contracts of darkness… that the entire ridiculous story spun by the thief was true?"
Rory gasped from his hiding place, and stared at the Doctor hoping he would say something. But the Doctor didn't even look at him, only continued to listen.
Akhenaden had not spoken straight away after Seto's outburst, merely sighing to himself. But when he did speak again his words held a now found conviction.
"Bakura must not get his hands on the items. If he were to do so, it would most likely mean the end of this kingdom."
Seto allowed the old priests words to ring out. A silence was suddenly held between them. The Doctor and Rory held their breath with anticipation, wondering what would come next to this revelation.
"Lord Akhenaden, I have an idea…"
The Doctor and Rory had left the temple as soon as Seto had finished talking. The Doctor simply strode back towards the palace. Rory frowning, ran forward and grabbed him, putting his hand on the Doctors shoulder and swinging him round.
"Where are you going Doctor. What about Amy."
The Doctor frowned at him tucking his hands into his pockets, a rare thing for the Doctor since he liked to use those hands to animate his words. If he was tucking them away, it meant he needed to speak calmly and clearly, on a level humans can understand.
"Amy will be fine Rory. But you heard what they just said. Right now we are needed here. We can stop this Rory. Amy is important, but they are going to hurt people and we can stop that."
Rory seemed to understand the Doctor's words but he was having a hard time processing them.
"How can we stop them Doctor. We can't exactly report them, they're the highest authority in the land."
"No Rory, I'm the highest authority. And I say we are going to stop this. We can't get to the Tardis so that means we can't find Amy anyway. That means we're going to need a new plan and sadly revealing I'm a time lord is not going to work. In all honesty the most difficult people to work with are the religious lot."
The Doctor didn't finish explaining whatever crazy idea he had come up with. Simply turned around again and marched back to the palace. Rory gave another frown before following him.
…
'Okay let's try this again,' thought the Pharaoh. Apparently the Doctor and Rory had been spotted climbing back up the balcony. The Guards, not being the stereotypical idiots usually seen in films and novels, had reported this to the Pharaoh, having somewhat understood the position he'd wished to take in front of these strangers. So now he was once again knocking on the door and had once again slipped back inside. Just in time to see the Doctor and Rory look up with a guilty face from where they were pulling their makeshift rope back up the balcony. They opened their mouths to explain but the Pharaoh held up his hand.
"I already know," he chortled to the surprise of both his guests.
"Well that just ruins the whole point of doing it in the first place," said the Doctor, dropping his bit of the rope.
"You could have just walked out you know. You weren't confined to your rooms."
"We weren't," said Rory in an 'I can't believe it' kind of tone.
"Of course we weren't," said the Doctor. "We were wondering about all day yesterday."
Rory gave him a confused look.
"Why the bloody hell did you have us climbing in and out the window then," he shouted, letting his annoyance with his companion known.
"Because when you sneak around you tend to learn interesting stuff," the Doctor answered matter of factly.
Rory was going to complain further but then he realised that the Doctor spoke the truth. They had after all just learned about the mad priests wish to capture and torture innocent people with promising looking Ka into to create more powerful monsters born out of hatred. He shuddered just by remembering the priests supposed 'idea'.
"Well that's all good Doctor but I really do have to speak to you. You see I have some good news and bad news and for that I really must speak to you personally."
Yup, it had nothing at all to do with getting away from those freakishly large piles of parchment on his desk.
"let me guess," said the Doctor, giving the Pharaoh a certain searching look that unnerved him slightly. "You've found Bakura's camp but Bakura wasn't there. That's the bad news. But in the camp you've found signs which show Amy Pond is still alive. Hence good news."
"More or less, yes that is what I was going to say."
The Doctor gave him a wide smile. "Admit it, I'm impressive aren't I."
"Quite," said the Pharaoh, also smiling. "But there are other matters to discuss Doctor. Matters I believe you can help with. From what my eavesdropping guards have been telling me, you seem to have a large understanding of the inner workings of our magic. This magic comes from a tomb of spells that is otherwise unreadable to us. Doctor, please do tell me, do you know anything about this tomb."
The Doctor's grin increased.
"I've always liked a good book to read. If you show me I can probably tell you something about it that you didn't know before. But why do you want to know this stuff now. Shouldn't finding and defeating Bakura be more important?"
The Pharaoh's smile did not leave his face as he spoke his next words,
"In this case Doctor, defeating Bakura and unravelling the mysteries of this book may well be one in the same thing."
Yay, I finished the boring chapter of filler. I've just re read the manga again and I noticed that after Bakura's initial attack there's a three day time skip. Which left me wondering what the hell were they doing in that time. Well next chapter you're going to find out and it will be integral to the plot. So if you feel like convincing me to update this quickly, or feel sorry for this lonely, bleeding, upset, somewhat temporarily crippled and a tiny little small amount of completely insane Author, then please drop by a review. Because let's face it if you don't, then who's being lazy? Oh yeah, and if you see any spelling mistakes, which there are bound to be please tell me. K, bye bye, R&R XD