Cin: LONGEST CHAPTER EVER! *sighs and closes eyes*
Yugi: It was needed to explain a few things *giggles*
Joey: Thanks to RoseTorn22 for the idea!
Seto and Malik: ShadowMaster7 doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Everyone: ENJOY!
Shifting in his sleep Yugi felt the arms around his waist, the warmth spreading throughout his body, this time however he didn't wake as the world seemed to shift around behind his closed eyelids, a name tugging at his mind as the once bright scenery around him shifted and ripped before fading.
~Yami's Flashback~
The newborn child reached for his mother's hand, gurgling when she offered it to him, his crimson eyes glancing around the room where he was born. He giggled and laughed when his father came into view, the soft laugh from his mother made the baby's heart swell.
"What shall we name him, my dear?" the boy's father asked his wife, she smiled softly and began stroking his star-shaped tri-colored hair, thinking of a name.
"Yami" she said kissing they boy's cheek, Yami gurgled softly his arms reaching for his father, the man easily took him from his exhausted wife, cradling him close.
"Yami it is, now sleep my dear" the man whispered before exiting the room, baby Yami watched with curious eyes as they passed several corridors, candles lining the walls of paintings, empty armor suits. Yami's Father paused as they reached an open part of the castle, a man looking strickingly similar held a small bundle of his own in his arms, Yami's Father smiled clasping the man's shoulder.
"We are now Fathers my brother Aknadin" Yami's Father said before he turned to the crowd that gathered, Yami fell silent his eyes scanning each person as his Father held him higher into the air.
"I present you my son! Prince Yami!" cheers filled the air and Yami closed his eyes and began to cry, his small body shaking roughly as his Father brought him down instantly, cradling him close, a small hand wrapped around Yami's. Glancing up Yami's eyes focused on bright ice-blue eyes, both boys watching each other with such intensity Yami forgot about his fears, both men laughed watching their son's.
"It seems they'll be the best of friends and rivals as we were Aknamkanon" The younger man said while holding his own son up, Yami watched frowning slightly.
"This is his cousin, his right hand man the one who will guide him! Welcome young Seto!" the crowd again cheered and Yami felt the urge to snarl and walk away, the only thing stopping him was the fact that he couldn't do that at his young age, so he settled for looking away and frowning.
~Five years later~
Yami sighed walking along the corridors his crimson eyes distant as he tried to remember what he learned, his head spinning as he paused before his parent's chamber, entering his walked softly as if not to wake his Mother, she'd grown ill over the years and even the best healers couldn't help her.
"Yami dear…don't sneak around" His Mother's soft voice seemed to echo off the stone walls, Yami paused before running to the bed and jumping landing gracefully beside his mother, his smile fading as he took in her state. Her once vibrant crimson eyes now dull and lifeless, her once active lifestyle now one of lying in a bed, even her smile seemed forced, Yami whimpered softly.
"Don't worry my child…I'll be fine…." She whispered softly taking him in her arms, Yami allowed it but still felt worry fill him, he wince when he felt her bones shift against his skin, even her wings lost their pure glow. Yami didn't know how long he'd stayed by his mother but when he awoke he felt his eyes widen in horror. She lay still, chalk white, her eyes staring at him….with a blank expression.
"Mother...Mother?...Mommy wake up! Mother!" Yami moved away from her, his eyes brimming with tears as he continued to shout, his small hands shaking the still form of his Mother, yet nothing happened and soon without his knowledge guards had entered the room.
"Take the young Prince away! We shall tell King Aknamkanon!" Yami barely heard the voice before arms yanked him back, he snarled and pushed away from the person.
"No! Mother needs me! No!" Yami continued to struggle even when he was no longer in the room, even when he was placed on his bed, he curled up and closed his eyes, his small body shivering with fear, horror and…fear. Without knowing it Yami had fallen asleep, he awoke to his cousin's soft voice, bolting up Yami focused on Seto, who seemed to be struggling with his emotions, something very rare for Seto.
"My cousin…I'm sorry…I just heard about Auntie….." Seto whispered closing his eyes and snapping his fingers, a sculpture of ice forming on his open palm. Yami gasped softly reaching for it, it was his Mother, smiling her face and features etched with such expertise Yami felt the urge to hug it, Seto sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"That will never melt cousin….I'm sorry" Yami allowed his cousin's words to fill his mind, his eyes closing as he held the ice sculpture close to him, the guards clanking feet filled the halls as shouts filled the air, the bell tower rang out.
Yami's Mother was died.
~Thirteen years later~
Yami sighed tossing the book away, his annoyance nearly consuming him as his Professor continued to teach, Seto sighed pausing the man.
"Forgive me Professor I think Yam whishes for a break" Seto said with his ice-blue eyes falling on him, Yami ignored the gaze and moved from the library, swiftly making his way to the garden, Seto right at his heels. Both were older now, their powers un-matched by any others within the kingdom, jumping into a branch Yami sighed once more.
"That's not nice of you cousin, it's for your own good" Seto said nearly causing Yami to throw an apple at him, the various shades of roses swaying as a breeze passed, both sat in silence, Seto having taken a seat at the base of the tree. As being Prince Yami had endless lessons, but in his mind Seto had just as many and he felt sorry for his cousin, not that he would admit it.
A week had passed since Yami's Father had passed away, dying peacefully in his bed, like Yami's Mother had done so many years ago. When that had happened both boys were dragged into endless studying, no breaks unless Yami himself made them, his uncle Aknadin had even kept his distance, but Yami knew that the man never liked him. Allowing him mind to return to the conversation he'd had earlier with his Uncle, Yami felt his anger rise again.
"You will become King when you find your Blood Mate, until then you will study all day if it takes am I understood?" Yami had said nothing, and watched him Uncle leave the throne room, sighing Yami glanced at the moon above his head.
And so started the requests, from both male and female alike, his heart breaking and numbing with each one, he knew none of these were his Mate.
This continued for weeks until finally he just refused to leave his room, his heart seeming frozen, Seto had tried to speak with him but he too had decided not to leave him room after four days of frailer. Until the night warmth filled his chest, his once still heart beating harshly against his ribs, that was when his life changed.
Yugi gasped softly his eyes opening as the room came into view, he blinked his eyes trying to make sense of what he just saw, no what he just witnessed. Shivering when he noticed the arms around his waist Yugi glanced up and nearly bolted from where he lay. Crimson eyes watched him closely, the person hadn't said anything but Yugi felt safe and loved and yet he felt….weak and tired. The man before his smiled softly, tracing his fingers over Yugi's cheeks, shivering at the contact Yugi felt the need to say something, anything really.
"What did I…?" Yugi's voice trailed away as the man drew closer; their lips meeting in a kiss, Yugi found himself craving the contact, his emotions thinning out as they parted for breath.
"You are my Blood Mate Yugi…my other half….the one I love…" Yugi stayed still, his heart beating so fast it might burst out of his ribs; he knew this was strange he just met the man for Ra's sake. And yet Yugi felt whole…loved and needed, he smiled at the man before him, Yami mirrored his smile and they melted into a kiss, sleep pulling Yugi under once more.
Joey shivered trying and failing to pull away from whatever it was that had him, the arms around his waist tightened gently, but still Joey felt cold….his mind going blank.
~Seto's flashback~
The newborn baby with ice-blue eyes watched as the man before him made no move to reach him, the boy's Mother lay still and un-moving. Silence filled the room as the baby wiggled trying to move from the loose grasp of the women that held him.
"Welcome to the world my son, your name will be Seto" the baby paused in its attempts of freedom, frowning at the man before him, stiffening when he was picked up and carried out from the room. Seto watched as they passed corridor after corridor, finally reaching the place where people's murmurs could be heard. The movement of a man caught young Seto's attention, glancing up he saw a man that mirrored his Father's appearance, the only difference was the man smiled happily while his Father held no emotion on his wrinkled face.
"We are now Fathers my brother Aknadin" The strange man said before he turned to the crowd that gathered, Seto stayed still, his eyes scanning each person as his Father remind silent.
"I present you my son! Prince Yami!" cheers filled the air and Seto closed his eyes and sigh softly, the soft whimpering filled his ears as the boy began to cry, his small body shaking roughly as his Father brought him down instantly, cradling him close, Seto's small hand wrapped around Yami's. Glancing up Yami's eyes focused on his bright ice-blue eyes, both boys watching each other with such intensity Seto forgot about his boredom, both men laughed watching their son's. Seto's father bid farewell to the man who he assumed was his brother and made their way back into the kingdom. Seto sat in his room, his father watching him before turning and walking out, he sat alone and in the dark.
~Five years later~
Seto sighed sitting down on his bed, his eyes scanning over the scrolls he held, he sat down on the black carpeted floor and began to work. His Father rarely cared what he did, Seto had classes with his cousin Yami but he had more then was necessary for a boy at his age, but like he was told he did it without complaining.
Walking through the kingdom that very night, Seto closed his eyes and tried to erase all of the things that were crammed into his head, he came to a halt when he heard his cousin's agonized shouts.
"No! Mother needs me! No!" Yami's shouted echoed off the walls as a guard struggled to hold the young Prince, Seto blinked and ran forward, his eyes widening at the sight that he saw before they closed the room of his Uncle and Aunt. Seto instantly knew his Aunt had passed away, he'd wondered for awhile now how long she'd had, he asked one of the people that had exited the room, Seto decided to wait knowing his cousin wanted time alone. Awhile later Seto entered Yami's room, taking a deep breath before softly urging his cousin awake, Yami bolted up and focused on him, who seemed to be struggling with his emotions.
"My cousin…I'm sorry…I just heard about Auntie….." Seto whispered closing his eyes and snapping his fingers, a sculpture of ice forming on his open palm. Yami gasped softly reaching for it, it was his Mother, smiling her face and features etched with such expertise, Seto sat beside Yami and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"That will never melt cousin….I'm sorry" Seto whispered softly glancing out into the hall as he noticed Yami close his eyes, the bell tower chiming with life.
~Thirteen years later~
Seto sighed as he glanced at his cousin, who seemed ready to explode with anger well hidden to others, except him of course, Seto stood holding up a palm to silence the man.
"Forgive me Professor I think Yam whishes for a break" Seto said with his ice-blue eyes falling on his cousin, Yami ignored his gaze and moved from the library, swiftly making his way to the garden, Seto right at his heels. Both were older now, their powers un-matched by any others within the kingdom.
"That's not nice of you cousin, it's for your own good" Seto said nearly causing his cousin to kill him on the spot with the glare he recieved, the various shades of roses swaying as a breeze passed, both sat in silence, Seto having taken a seat at the base of the tree. As being Prince, Yami had endless lessons, but in his mind Seto had to learn more, self defense, among many others.
A week had passed since his Uncle had passed away, dying peacefully in his bed, like his Aunt had done so many years ago. When that had happened both boys were dragged into endless studying, no breaks unless Yami himself made them, his father Aknadin had even kept his distance, but Seto knew that the man never liked his cousin, that was clear by the way he looked at him. Focusing on the conversation he'd overheard before their classes had started Seto felt the need to murder then man, even though what he spoke of was the truth.
"You will become King when you find your Blood Mate, until then you will study, all day if it takes am I understood?" Yami had said nothing, and Seto swiftly moved away reaching the library before his cousin did.
The requests began soon after, if they were rejected by his cousin Seto always found letters and such in front of his door, his annoyance growing. Seto carried them into his room before ripping them apart with his power, they were being pushed into finding their Mates, his father even demanding it before he himself could become Yami's Advisor. He noticed that with each request Yami rejected he became more closed up and silent, he tried to break through pushing when normally he would leave his cousin be, and yet he hadn't worked and soon Yami refused to come out of his room all together.
He himself grew tired and cold, his heart numbing like the ice he controlled, he grew tired and weak as if waiting for his Mate drained him of power and…..emotion. One night he lay in bed, still and awake but pretended to sleep, when a sudden warmth filled his chest. His heart began to pound, emotions flooding through him with such force he blinked his eyes, sitting up he smiled passing his fingers through his brown hair.
Joey jerked his eyes opening and blinking rapidly as he tried to focus, the arms around his waist tighten softly causing Joey to nearly jump out of his skin.
"I see your awake, puppy" Seto smirked when the boy flipped around and glared at him, his smile only growing when the boy blushed when his fingers traced the Joey's cheek.
"I'm not a dog ya' jerk" the Joey said trying to pull away, Seto frowned and tightened his grip softly, Joey obeyed and lay still, kissing the Joey's lips gently they stared at eachother for awhile before Joey cleared his throat.
"Am ya' mate aint I" Seto smiled and gave a nod, Joey smiled and blushed again before looking away, he felt the need to tease and annoy Seto but something stopped him. He blinked and felt Seto tug him closer, Joey allowed it and allowed sleep pull him under
Ryou turned snuggling into the chest beside him, his body shaking his muscles twitching as the need to run nearly took over his being, the arms around his chest kept him from doing so.
~Bakura's flashback~
The baby glanced around the room he lay in, the women that entered picked him up and cradled him close, whispering so softly the baby barely heard it.
"My dear little Bakura…do you love me? Do you think I'm a good mom?" the baby gurgled glancing away from the women with silver eyes and messy white hair. The woman continued her whispering, Bakura had tuned her out awhile ago, his eyes scanning the room instantly finding the sharp objects laying here and there.
The man that walked in made Bakura tense, he had ice cold brown eyes and sleeked black hair, frowning Bakura tried to pull away from the woman and growled when he couldn't do so. The man snarled and walked out the woman whimpered and set Bakura back on the bed, leaving without even making sure if he was safe, the arguments filled the house and seemed to echo around the four walls baby Bakura found himself trapped in.
~five years later~
Plopping down on his hard bed Bakura sighed before rolling over and beginning his homework, why his father made him go to school was beyond him, grunting and grumbling he began to scribble away. Stretching his arms Bakura straightened and made his way to the kitchen, air wrapping around his body like a blanket, preparing dinner Bakura sat and waited.
"Hey boy….come 'ere" came a slurred, familiar voice Bakura made his way to where his father stood, sighing softly he kept his distance. His father didn't like that very much, he came at him never giving Bakura the chance to defend, blow after blow hit him and soon he lay half-conscious on the living room floor. His father grunted and turned slamming the door behind him causing the house to shutter, lifting himself from the floor Bakura crawled his way toward his room, curling up on the floor he fell asleep his powers healing the blows while he allowed his mind to go blank.
His father wouldn't come home for days and in those days Bakura would skip school, steal things from people selling on the streets, and mess with sharp objects he found around the house. Sitting in his room at night Bakura allowed his power to release and focus while manipulating the objects Bakura had placed before him.
~Thirteen years later~
Bakura yawned sprawled out on the couch waiting for his old man to come home, he smirked tossing a knife into the air and catching it before throwing it up again, the door opening and slamming stirred Bakura's interest slightly. The man that stumbled in seemed more drunk than normal, Bakura rose from the couch and released his power, the man yelped as he hit the wall, each step Bakura took slammed him deeper into the wall.
"How do you like it? This is payback for what you did to me years ago" He snarled while watching the terrified expression of the man who had beaten him years ago, laughing harshly when he felt shadows seeping around him pleading to be released. Shrugging his shoulders Bakura allowed his powers to mix with the shadows before he pulled away and walked out of the house, sighing softly he glanced around, bored written all over his face.
Walking down the main road Bakura pulled the collar of his black trench coat up, sighing softly as he glanced up at the moon, wondering what he'd missed while kept up in his home from pure lack of energy to move. Pausing when he saw two familiar figures walking into a small home, Bakura frowned when two more figures followed, neither wearing the royal symbols of the kingdom guard, moving on instinct Bakura followed a dagger slipping down from her sleeve.
Walking inside Bakura felt his eyes widen, this wasn't a home it was an armory, whistling softly to himself he focused on what he came in for, his boredom forgotten. Walking toward the two Royal's Bakura swiftly came up behind the two stalkers, allowing his power to wrap around them and suffocate them, fighting the urge to stab them Bakura backed away and watched the two men swallowed up by shadows.
"For being the Prince you sure suck at knowing when your being followed" Bakura said smirking when the Prince turned and arched a brow, the Advisor-in-training sighed and paid for the objects they'd perched.
"Nice entrance their 'Thief King' I must say even I couldn't tell you were here but I suggest you watch your tone" Bakura rose a brow when the man turned, his ice-blue eyes shifting to a lighter blue that instantly made him back away a step, the laughter of the Prince broke the harsh gaze.
"Now Seto, he did save us you could be a bit nicer" Bakura barked out laughter following the two out, pausing when the crimson-eyed boy came to a halt.
"Tell you what seeing as this village spreads rumors about you why don't you come back with us and become our 'brother'?" Bakura glanced at both confused and trying to fight off his annoyance at the same time.
"Geez your slow, Yami means become a Royal be promising to serve and help us" Bakura glared at Seto before shrugging his shoulders, they made their way back up to the kingdom and for once he felt content and not bored out of his mind. Entering the throne room Bakura felt his fingers itch to grab the gold statues or the silver lined paintings, Yami smirked shaking his head before Seto sighed and slapped him behind the head.
"Focus you idiot, ready?" Bakura gave a nod rubbing the back of his throbbing head, Yami closed his eyes and released his power, Seto following, Bakura releasing him last.
They clashed and mixed, the lightning in the center mixing with air, the ice forming the spiral binding rings, the boys bowed their heads before their powers returned to them. Bakura shivered slightly following a maid Yami gestured to show him to his room, plopping down on the bed Bakura allowed sleep to take him.
The following day Bakura awoke to a guard commanding him to get up and start training, he was now head of the Training division, once he knew how the kingdom's guards trained their new members. Within two hours Bakura was easily barking orders and showing the runts how to train, not noticing Seto and Yami watching him from a few feet away, he only noticed when they spoke to him.
"Seems you'd be a match for Seto" Yami said smirking when Bakura flipped a poor guard, Bakura barked out laughter straitening and releasing his wings.
"Bet I can beat you 'Priest'" Bakura smirked when Seto's eyes glazed over and took on the light blue color, the room cleared within seconds, only Yami stood leaning against the wall. Both lunged forward, clashing with such force the training dome shaking, Bakura jerked back before an ice pillar could strike him, power clashing again and again.
Bakura blinked and paused Yami's lightning mixing with Seto's ice, snarling he flipped using air to block the attacks.
"The hell?!" both smirked and shrugged, amusement playing in Yami's crimson eyes, growling Bakura lunged forward air wrapped around him and lashing out, when he blinked again he was pinned against the wooden floor.
"Need more training there Captain" Seto smirked flipping back when Bakura snarled and allowed an air arrow to fly forward, Yami chuckled ducking when an ice dagger breezed past his head, they stayed like that joking and releasing small bursts of power until they coulnd't move anymore.
"Have you heard of the killings that have been happening? Seto asked awhile later as they all lounged around the library, each sprawled out gracefully on the floor, Bakura rolled onto his stomach and thought for a moment.
"No why?" he asked glancing at his friends, tossing a dagger into the air.
"Just curious is all" Seto said turning the page as he read, Yami remained silent and Bakura blinked watching the flames dance.
Ryou snuggled closer into the chest of the man beside him, not needing words to describe how safe and loved he felt, the arms in response tightened softly. Instead of fighting against the grip Ryou found himself melting into it, Bakura chuckling softly as he too snuggled closer, sleep pulling an exhausted Ryou under once more.
Malik shifted trying to move away from the body that held him and the heat that raced through his veins, the result when a soft growl from the person behind him, Malik whimpered softly as his mind reeled and his sleepy-haze rippled before going blank.
~Marik's flashback~
The screams that echoed off of the walls made the young baby jerk awake, its dark levander eyes glancing around in confusion, the door slamming open caused the baby to yelp nearly rolling off of the bed in the process.
"Damn it let me see my son!" the man's voice scared the baby, the body he laid against didn't move and a strange smell assaulted his nose, the man wrestled past the man in white and kneeled before the shaking child.
"Forgive me Marik…I didn't mean to shout…how are you my dear?" Marik's father asked the still body beside Marik, it stirred slightly as if asleep.
"Fine dear he just burned me is all" she laughed softly nuzzling Marik close, he gurgled but fell silent when the man took him away from his mother, he was placed in a room shrouded in darkness as his mothers screams filled the air. Marik laughed softly wrestling with the shadows that formed around him, cradling him to their human-like bodies, the metal door rattling as another man in white walked in, frowning Marik pretended to reach for the ceiling smiling when the door shut and locked.
~Five years later~
Marik giggled tossing a fire-ball at the cat silhouette that jumped out at him, his laughter maniacal when the cat shifted and turned into a bigger animal, the shadows humoring him just like any other day, his parent's never visited him.
"What do you think he's laughing about?" a male nurse asked another as they stood outside Marik's door, the other shrugged and glanced at the other door down the hall, sighing softly.
"Maybe he's like his mother…she claimed to see shadows floating over her when she was pregnant with the brat-"the man stopped dead when the laughter ceased, silence filling the air that was normally filled with mumblings or bangs.
"Are you going to let me out or not?" Marik demanded tapping his bare foot against the cold metal floor, his door opened at once and he grinned, giggling when the male nurse backed away from him. Walking down the hall Marik giggled as the shadows made a play with each wall or corner they passed, reaching the cafeteria the nurses ushered him before taking their leave, Marik took his food and sat on a metal stool. He glanced up when two people joined him, the man had dull blue eyes, the woman had wide lavender eyes, Marik blinked seeming to remember their faces from somewhere, he frowned when the woman suddenly pulled him into her arms.
"Oh my sweet Marik…" she cooed into his ear, Marik recoiled flames lashing out causing both to jerk back and away from him. He shook his head, his small tanned hands curling around his ears as he curled in on himself, he remembered them they were hazy but still their faces were different back then more human-like now they looked more phsycopathic.
"Don't touch me…leave me alone!" Marik shouted as his flames lashed out again, this time mixing with the shadows always present around him, screams filled his ears and Marik found himself watching as they dropped and began to roll, the nurses barging in.
"Put him in his room and get these two under water now!" One shouted as Marik felt a needle jab into his neck, a snarl escaping his lips before he was lifted and placed on someone's shoulders, the person took off running before Marik found himself on his bed, his eyes closing as the metal door shut and locked, darkness surrounding him once more but not before he heard the words echo through his room.
"The King's wife has died!"
~Thirteen years later~
Marik sighed swinging his feet from the side of his bed, the shadows reaching and ticking the bare skin before he would pull back and continue the gesture, he pulled his arm back and slammed his elbow against the metal wall.
"Do that again Marik and see what happens, we can always hold you here longer" the door opened as the man finished his sentence Marik stood and felt the shadows slink back as he made his way out of the room. Walking down the familiar white halls, bare feet padding along Marik found his grin growing as they reached the nurses' desk, the man jerked back before handing Marik clothes.
"Put these on and then your free" the doctor stated stepping back when Marik cackled out laughter, removing his shirt he slipped on the black sleeveless shirt before pulling on the dark blue jeans, laughing again when he saw the black socks he slipped them on before the black combat-boots.
"Bye then, mind slaves!" Marik cackled turning and running out of the front doors, slipping on the black trench coat he 'barrowed' from the coat rack he passed before exiting, clicking his tongue he began to walk he boredom peeking.
Passing house after house Marik paused when he found a man with white hair limping out of his house, his body covered in cuts and gashes, grinning Marik continued walking quickly leaving the town behind him, his eyes falling on the kingdom that lay nestled between the little towns. Entering the next town Marik's nose wrinkled, the scent of copper filling his scenes, the sound of galloping feet caught his attention, ducking behind a building Marik peeked out as four figures came to a halt.
"Now that this town is done lets go after the Prince!" one shouted raising a sword, the other three laughed and raised their own swords, Marik's grin extending from ear to ear as he heard more galloping feet nearly the center of the town.
"Why the bloody hell would you kill innocent people!" a voice said anger clearly emanating off the person, Marik felt his eyes widen at the resemblance he saw in the man on the horse and the one he saw all cut up before, Marik's jaw dropped when he saw the Prince and his Advisor.
"They were planning a revolt against the kingdom we only tried to help Captain Bakura!" the leader said barking away from the white-haired teen, even though Marik had never been out of his room he'd heard of the new Royal from his shadow friends, laughing softly he watched as the Prince shook his head.
"Prince Yami we know your Father died only a month ago but the fact remains that some people still follow your Father!" Marik frowned trying to connect the dots, the white-haired –Bakura- growled a harsh blast of wind lashed out, then realization hit him.
He remembered hearing that the Queen had passed when Yami was only five, he also remembered during his release meetings that the doctors whispered something related towards the King, now he understood, Yami was now in charge of every Fallen.
Moving on instinct Marik's flames blocked the weapons aimed for a shell-shocked Prince, Marik walked forward snapping his fingers as the flames shifted to ropes.
"The fact that you see it 'honorable' to destroy a town in the name of the Prince is sick, these people had done nothing wrong to be slaughtered without cause and the fact that you just said '" Now that this town is done lets go after the Prince!"' I'd say you trash deserve to burn, that is if the Prince has no comment to add" Marik waited and only received a flick of the wrist, Marik snapped his fingers and the fire ropes circled around the four men burning them alive.
"Thank you…." Bakura started then frowned when he hadn't received Marik's name.
"Marik, the pleasure is my Captain Bakura" laughing when Bakura snarled out he focused his eyes on Yami and Seto –he'd heard the Advisors name from his shadows also- who smiled at him in thanks.
"How would you like to help us?" Seto asked causing Marik to drop his grin, his eyes focusing on the kingdom once more. He grinned and gave a nod; they rode back to the kingdom where the ceremony took place, Marik merging his powers with the Prince, Advisor and Captain before being shown to his room. A few days later he was dubbed Second Captain of the Training Division, grinning he mocked Bakura causing said male to chase him around the kingdom for hours, Marik laughing wildly the whole time until one night he found himself alone again.
Yami had refused to leave his room, as neither did Bakura nor Seto, Marik only guessed it was form all the requests they received from people wishing to be their Mates, even he found it annoying. Entering each of their rooms one night, Marik found all three in a comatose state, he too eventually found himself in the same state, until one night sudden warmth filled his cold, numb body. The need to protect the thing that gave him the warmth surged through his being, love and compassion flowing through him.
Malik shivered turning and finding dark lavender eyes watching him, smiling Malik allowed Marik to hold him closer, the night wrapping them in peaceful darkness as Malik slipped into unconsciousness once more. Not before feeling lips against his forehead and soft laughter as Marik snuggled closer.
Mrs T sighed scanning through the book again, growling when nothing happened within the pages, the sudden ringing of the phone made her jump ten feet into the air.
"Hello is this Mrs. T?" came a soft voice, Mrs. T blinked rubbing her eyes as she yawned.
"Yes why?"
"Mr. Kaiba has asked your presence tomorrow at his home, sorry for the late call they came in a few hours ago" Mrs. T's eyes widened, Seto Kaiba, The Seto Kaiba wanted to see her? But why?
"Of course but what for?"
"He said to bring the book of the Fallen with you, goodnight Ma'am" the line went dead as Mr's T hung up, her heart pounding as she dialed two numbers, neither answered so she left a message.
"Solomon, Ishizu sorry for calling so late but meet me at Seto Kaiba's house tomorrow, thanks" Mrs. T hung up and leaned back in her chair, her brown hair sprawling out behind her, removing her glasses Mrs. T smiled wildly before sleep took her over.
Things are about to get interesting…. She thought before sleep fully took her over, the book pulsating softly as the full moon's rays vanished behind a cloud, darkness cascading over Domino City.
Cin: Gah! So long! *leans back in chair*
Seto: An impressive 17 pages to be exact
Yami: Hope you all enjoy *smiles*
Cin: Let me know how this was…I feel like I totally BS'd Bakura's flashback *frowns*
Ryou and Yugi: R&R! and let us know what you think! *PUPPY DOG EYES OF DOOM*