Author's note: Wooh! Semester tests are finally done. Now I can focus more on updating and writing new stories. Isn't that good? This chapter is dedicated to Sorceress, because she gave me inspiration :)

Warnings: Meh, none at the moment

Disclaimer: Me? Own Yugioh? Yeah, I totally look asian

There's a drumming noise inside my head,

That throws me to the ground,

I swear that you should hear it,

It makes such an almighty sound

(With the Pharaoh)

Atem clenched the scroll in his hand, the color draining from his face. The scroll had been sent to him days ago, but there was nothing he could do to stop Atlas. The new king and his army was well on their way to Egypt by now. He had a limited amount of time to find Teana. Alive, hopefully, but a small part of him feared the worst. That surge of power he felt a while ago, it worried him. What if Bakura was planning something? Something bad.

"My Pharaoh," Mahad said hesitantly. "what has happened?"

Atem turned to his friend and priest. "He's coming."

"Who?"

"Atlas," Atem put the scroll down, pressing the palm of his hand into his eyes sighing irritably. "He won't stop until he's sure he has his revenge for Teana."

Isis looked down, her eyes cast in worry. "Then what shall we do?"

"There isn't anything we can do," Atem turned to the window, watching the setting sun. "Everyday, he comes closer. Everyday, Teana slips from our grasp like running water."

"There has to be something," Mahad urged, curling his fists. "We have to do something!"

"Then what do you suggest we do, Mahad?" Akhenaden growled. "Please share, we're waiting to hear."

Mahad just shook his head. "We should send word to Seto and Tenionia. They need to know that they should come back."

Atem nodded, and began to prepare a scroll. He wrote down words quickly before nestling the parchment into the open claws of a hawk. He watched it as it flew away, his heart growing heavy. Egypt was in more danger than it had ever been before.


(With Seto and Tenionia)

"We've received a letter from the Pharaoh," Seto grumbled, opening the scroll with tired fingers. Tenionia watched him as he did so. He seemed tired now days. They had been traveling for almost three months and she knew he was wanting to return home. Even she was longing to see her friend again. The room was tense, almost cold. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, feeling uneasy.

Seto's face was contorted. First with shock, then anger, and then finally, annoyance. He handed her the scroll without a word, resting his face in the palm of his hands. She took the scroll carefully, wondering what on earth it could be about. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at what she read.

Pharaoh Atem

Seto, Tenionia, I have come across grave news. I had recently sent word to Atlas about Princess Teana and her kidnapping. I had no choice, the others begged me to tell him and I did. He has not taken the reaction well. He wrote back to me declaing war. His army is ready and well on their way to Egypt. We have only a few more weeks until they arrive, and I fear it. Their army is strong and although we have begun to prepare for battle, I am unsure of whether we'll be able to hold them off.

Return as soon as you can. We need you both now more than ever. Please, we need them as allies against Teorna. Not enemies.

September 18

Tenionia ran a hand through her dark hair, feeling more stress pile up. She already had enough issues to deal with, mainly her family and country, but now this? Seto turned to her with angry eyes.

"This is all happening because of you."

She took a step back, eyes wide with surprise. "What? How is this my fault?"

Seto stood up, his back towards her as he spoke. "You involved Egypt and Greece into some stupid Domestic fight with your family. You endanger the lives of my people, and also Greece's. Who in Ra's name do you think you are?"

She bit her lip, feeling the blood pool under her teeth. "I never intended for the Thief King to step in. If it is anyone's fault, blame him."

"Tsh," Seto scoffed. "I have never liked you from the start. If anything, you're most likely a traitor."

"Traitor?!"

He nodded. "Yes, a traitor. Who else betray's their country and people. For all we know, you might be leaking information to your Father and sister."

Tenionia felt power gather up in her hand. She took a step forward, eyes narrowed in anger. "I may be many things, Seto," she growled. "But a trator and spy is not one of them. Don't you dare accuse me of being one of them. I don't care if you do not like me, I am not particularly fond of you either," she took a breath and let the power die down. "But don't you ever call me those again. You know nothing!"

She turned away sharply and left his tent, men scurrying out of her way. She took more breaths as she walked, knowing she needed to keep a cool head. Seto was under stress, as was she. He probably didn't even mean half the things he said.

At least, she hoped he didn't.


(Kul Elna)

"She's getting better at dueling, isn't she?"

Bakura looked up to see Marik standing above him, a smirk on his face. Bakura merely shook his head, watching as the girl continued to work on her skills. "She's improving, but she'll never be as good as you and I."

"That's because we're native here. At least, that's my theory."

Bakura nodded. "That could very well be true. We have Egyptian blood coursing through our veins. She has Greek, but," he trailed off, eyes narrowed. "When she gets into dueling, it's different somehow."

"How?"

Bakura sighed. "I'm not quite sure. When she is focused, truly focused, I can sense something. It's magic, I can tell you that, but it's special. I think it has something to do with where she comes from."

"So you think she's letting out some of her Greek orgins into dueling," Marik watched her as she summoned a monster. "Interesting."

"What? You find my theory stupid?"

Marik shook his head. "Not at all, it sounds reasonable," he went back to watching her duel. "I wonder though, when we'll see that silver light again. I sometimes see it faintly, but I would like to see it take on a more physical form. I want to see what it looks like."

"You may not like what you see," Bakura grumbled. "It might be more than you bargained for."

"Marik, Bakura! I won!" Teana ran over to them, eyes shinning with happiness. "I won, guys! I won my first duel!"

Marik smiled. "Good job, Teana," he said with genuine kindness. "You're still a long ways away from being able to duel Bakura and I."

She faltered a bit, but shoved that disapointment back. Bakura scrutinized her with brooding eyes. She seemed to shine everywhere he went. It bothered him. Most people were just ordinary and dark for him to pay attention to, but Teana, she was something different. Everything about her was different. Out of all the people he was around, she stuck out the most. Maybe it was because she was the only woman around the hideout.

"Bakura, are you done daydreaming? I was saying something!"

He looked back up into her bright blue eyes. They shone like an oasis in the desert. She rocked back on her heels, smiling. "We should duel again sometime, hm? I think I stand a pretty good chance against you."

He just shrugged. "Maybe."

She seemed to be satisfied with that answer and scampered off somewhere. Marik just grinned down at him. "You like her."

"I what?"

Marik just laughed. "It's all over you. You look at her constantly and whenever we talk, you divert your eyes towards her. I thought it was just lust at first, but ever since she saved out butts from that Asten guy, I don't think so."

Bakura just snorted. "Please, as if I would ever like someone like her."

"You do."

He shook his head. "Even if I did, it would cause nothing but trouble. If we were to fall in love, it would bring about disastor. We're from two different worlds, physically and mentally. I cannot have her, and she cannot have me. It's simple."

Marik just grinned. "If you could have her, would you?"

Bakura didn't answer at first. He just stared at where she had been a few minutes ago. It didn't matter if he liked her or not, he wouldn't put his own life in danger over her. He always held his head higher than his heart. Or, what was left of it anyway. Although secretly, a small part of him wondered if being with her wouldn't be so bad.

He looked back to Marik, who held his gaze with a questioning look. He looked back at the horizon. "Yes," he admitted slowly. "If I could have her, I would."


Please reivew! Song was the Drumming song by Florence and the Machine