0713MM: Hey guys! Here comes chapter 13! We're getting up there in the chapter numbers!

Note: I must warn anyone that gets nauseous from the the description of blood or anything like that. (LOL Even I, the author of this story, gets nauseous from the sight. XD).

Note 2: I don't own Yugioh ZEXAL, nor any of the villains I am using. The things I do own are this story, along with its plot. Enjoy! :D

Chapter 13

Mizar laid in bed, unable to move due to all of his burn injuries Exodia the Forbidden One, gave him from his duel against Sartorius earlier that week.

Heather sat in the scorched living room, trying to still figure out why they are still being attacked. After what? Three years? She didn't understand why they were being constantly attacked within a two day time-span earlier. She sighed, then stood up and walked up the scorched stairs to Mizar's room.

It's been a week since the incident with Exodia and Sartorius. Mizar hasn't moved from his bed in their room since his injuries from Exodia. He spent most of his time throwing darts at a board with Sartorius's face painted on it. Only to miss and hit himself in area which were burnt; causing him howl in pain.

"ARGH!" Mizar roared in extreme pain. "DUMB EXODIA!" as he pulled the dart out his left leg. As he pulled it out, Heather entered the room again after from being downstairs earlier. "Stop trying to hit a target; you will never hit it." Mizar rolled his eyes and took aim again. "I will hit it this time. I will hit that target and destroy that Exodia wielding freak. Go talk to Dumon or something. He's still in his office for some reason." Heather stared at Mizar's face, which was slightly bleeding still from the burns. Which they were still healing.

"I hear him say all the time that the numbers and stats make no sense and this is suicide. He's alway waking me up. And if I was not in this condition, I'd tell him to shut up and let me sleep." Milzar growled in a grumpy tone. Heather nodded at Mizar's words in either slight agreement, or just listening to what he had to say. After a few more minutes, Heather exited the room. She heard noises coming from Dumon's quarters.

"No! The same result for the hundredth time! Heather is fighting losing battle Dumon pounded his desk out of frustration. Heather could feel Dumon's anger and frustration about something. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was aimed at, or about. But she had a gut feeling why he was so angry.

Is it because of my decision to battle Yj in a war that we can't win? She thought as she stood outside the door to Dumon's office.

Dumon was filing his data away in his desk. Dumon then opened a file and looked at the content and sighed in fear. "He too skilled to be beat." Dumon said in morale fear. As he filed it away, he punched some numbers into a computer.

"Yj has 73 years of training and experienced, yet Heather talked to him as if he was a common street thug. He's been in every conflict from Battle City to the Fake Number Plague. Yet, she says I can beat him. Haha! He escaped all those wars a victor!"Dumon yelled; pounding his desk in anger. Heather looked at the door and sighed. She could feel Dumon's hatred and suffering. Instead of knocking, she began to open the door slowly.

'You know it's rude not to knock." Dumon snapped at Heather, not turning around to see her staring at him in concern. However, Dumon continued. "Do you think before you declare war?" Dumon was holding the file he was looking at in his hand. Heather looked at Dumon. No anger, nor hate was present on her face. Just worry for him was all. He opened the file and turned around to face Heather. Then he handed Heather the file and asked her a question "You know who that is?" Heather's expression remained blank for a moment or two before replying.

"I… I do…" she muttered. Dumon took the file back from Heather, then put it away. After he did that, he turned back to face Heather. The one thing she didn't notice was Dumon had his right hand in his pocket. As if he was trying to grab something out of it.

"Yes, that is Yj." Dumon growled darkly. "You declared war...against him?!" "Tell Heather, why declare war against him? You know we aren't strong enough to face him, nor his goon squad yet!" Heather closed his left eye, a tears fell down her face and onto her pink shirt, and a few fell to the floor next to her feet. Dumon sighed with slight anger within that sigh.

"He is a super soilder who fought for every villain since the start of time! Yet, you want us all to die?!" Dumon grabbed a pencil case off his desk and threw at the wall. Without turning around, he continued. "You're just as bad as your own brother, Vector from the past!" Heather's left eye widened in shock at Dumon's angered words. Instead of yelling back like Mizar would, she closed her left eye and fell to her knees. She felt more tears falling out of it.

"I-I-I'm...s-so sor-sorry…" Heather sobbed. Dumon pierced his grey eyes into Heather's only remaining silver eye. Since both of them were busy, neither of them heard footsteps come in there direction. However, the flash of blue hair gave away the identity. Dumon looked up from the kneeling, crying Heather to see his own wife standing in the doorway of his office. Her blue skirt and blue t-shirt stood out as her magenta eyes glowed slightly at Dumon.

"Rio…" Dumon murmured. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping or something? I mean, you have taken an emotional turn after witnessing the dangers of what they villains have in store for us." Rio could only nod.

"Yes. I was sleeping." Rio agreed. "But I felt negative energy travelling around the temple. Or rather...the remains of it. So I got up and decided to try to find the source of this dark energy. It eventually led me to this room. Dumon chuckled in amusement before speaking once again.

"Tell Heather here we're fighting a war that we can't win. We need to stay out of it." Dumon commanded; throwing Rio the same file. To which she caught in her hands. She opened up the file and saw a picture of Yj, grinning with slight malice. She shivered slightly, then closed up the file and tossed it back to Dumon. To which he caught.

"Do you see why we can't battle such an foe in a war?" Dumon asked his wife. Rio pondered this for a moment, then nodded.

"I do agree with you regarding that. But if we don't fight, then we'll still die." RIo pointed out. Dumon on the other hand, shrugged it off.

"Pah." he scoffed out of annoyance."Then die with Heather." Rio's magenta eyes widened in shock at her own husbands' words towards her. She felt as if a very sharp needle has pierced her heart.

"Du-Dumon…" Rio felt herself crying; tears began to fall down her face as she stared at her still angry husband. "H-H-How could you...say that..?" Dumon used his cold stare to stare down Rio, and occasionally using said stare on Heather.

"Because I'm done with fighting this war." Dumon retorted harshly. "We came here to be in peace. But the only thing that happens is Heather causing conflict and the only way to end it is to ..." Dumon put his right hand into his right pocket; double-checking to see if his pocket knife was still there. He knew right away it was there still when he felt the handle. He gripped said handle and began to pull out the pocket knife slowly from his pocket. Once it was out, he held it in his right hand. High enough so he could throw it like a spear. Rio just covered her mouth as she noticed the pocket knife.

"Dumon…" she cried softly as she observed the knife. "How...long have you had that…?" Dumon used his left arm's t-shirt sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he held the knife, ready to throw it.

"Had this for quite some time Rio dear." he replied. "I've always used this for carving, and using my sword to sharpen it. I never thought I'd use it for something other than those two things. But I guess I was wrong." Heather could see it from the corner of her eye as she looked up at Dumon.

"Dumon...this isn't like you at all!" Heather cried as she began to stand up slowly off the ground. Dumon chuckled, then replied.

"Well, I thought it was time I take charge now. We don't need weak Leaders leading us, now do we? Your reign as Leader is …. Over" And with the final word leaving his mouth, the threw the pocket knife directly at Heather. Rio just stood there; covering her mouth. And was also too stunned to speak. Heather screamed as the knife flew towards her. It was spiraling towards her. It was too fast to dodge. She gasped when the knife stabbed her chest...right beneath the heart. She felt too dizzy to stand straight. So instead of trying to stand, she staggered backward a bit; then pulled the knife out of her chest. The she crumpled to the floor. (Qui-Gon Jinn style. Or, however he crumpled from the first episode of Star Wars. XD). Rio stared in horror at the mess of her best friend that laid before her. Dumon on the other hand, was shaking with sweat. The last remnants of adrenaline vanished from his system as he calmed himself down.

In the Yilaster of Darkness's HQ…

All the villains had watched the incident between 3 of the former Barians. One of the villains in particular found the whole thing hilarious. So hilarious that he recorded the whole thing, then saved it.

"Ahahahahahaha!" the shrill laughter of Yami Marik echoed throughout the conference room. Most of the other villains sighed.

"His insanity will be the end of us." Roman groaned. "Why didn't Yj pick Yami/Thief King Bakura or something?"

"Because Marik has a God card and can use Shadow Magic, and plus Thief king was busy." Dartz replied. After that, he stood up out of his chair and began to head for the exit. "Now if you'd excuse me gentlemen, I have a soul to capture." Yj noded from his throne and gestured towards the door. Thus, it opened; allowing Dartz to leave. The only thing Dartz heard was Yami Marik's shrill laughter as he began to exit the building. Once he left, he began to grin as he began shift into an illusion of Neptune Stone. And with that, he teleported away from the building, and into the Temple's area in the mountains.

Back at the Temple; Mizar and Heather's bedroom...

Mizar sat on his bed, staring at the dart board. He was still thinking about what had happened in his duel against Sartorius.

Why couldn't I defeat that Destiny Freak? Mizar thought. His thoughts didn't get very far when he heard a scream. He turned his head in the direction of the scream. He knew exactly who's scream that was.

"Heather!" Mizar called out as he got off his bed and began to run towards where the scream had come from. He limped part of the time because of his injuries. But that didn't stop him one bit from reaching the location of his wife's scream.

After a few more minutes of pained jogging, he eventually made it to Dumon's office. He turned to look at Rio, who was still shocked. He wondered why that was. But, his answer was given to him when he looked down on the floor. He felt himself becoming nauseous as he stared down at the bloodred stain of blood on the floor. A pool of it surrounded Heather's body.

That's… Heather's blood! Mizar thought frantically. But who did this to her?! He didn't have to look far. Because the answer was right in front of him. The grey-haired, grey-eyed former Barian. Mizar clenched his fists in absolute rage.

"DUMON!" Mizar shouted with rage dwelling within his vocal cords. "WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE?!" Instead of replying, Dumon felt himself shaking violently.

"I-I-I-I'm so sorry…" Dumon cried softly. Mizar growled as he stormed over to Dumon and grabbed him by the collar.

"How could you?!" Mizar spat in Dumon's face. "Have you forgotten that Heather means everything to me?! I guess you have!" And with that, Mizar used the remaining strength he had (regarding standing) to push Dumon so he landed behind his desk. Rio eventually snapped out of her trance, then noticed that Dumon had fallen behind his own desk. She ran past Mizar, and helped Dumon up.

"Are you okay?" she asked in concern as she helped her husband up. Dumon brushed his shirt with his hands; getting off any debris. He nodded at Rio.

"Ye-Yeah… I'm fine." Dumon stuttered. The two loveys noticed Mizar had picked Heather up bridal style and began to leave the office and head for the bedrooms. Little did the threesome know that someone was watching them. A grin plastered on the Dartzs' face.

With this illusion as Neptune Stone, Dumon will come out of hiding and come down to the soundproof basement with me. So no one can hear his harsh screamed as the Orichalcos absorbs his soul! Ahahahahaha! And with that, Dartz walked out of his hiding spot by the small pillar and towards Dumon's office door.

Back at Yilaaster HQ, Sartorius, Rex and Roman watched as Dartz approached Dumon in his son's illusion. Heck, even Yj and Z-ONE smirked a bit in amusement. Antimony and Yami Marik watched with slight interest at Dartz's antics.

"It seems Dartz has everything under control. Just as the cards predicted." Sartorius mused as he flipped over another card. Yami Marik glanced at Sartorius's cards. He scoffed, then turned back to the screen to observe what would happen next.

Dartz in his Neptune illusion spoke to his "Dad" as he approached. Dumon looked past Rio to see his son standing in front of the threshold to the room.

"Neptune, what is it?" Dumon asked. "Neptune" began flanking his arms around.

"Hurry! Tethys is in trouble!" "Neptune" told his "Father".

"What?" Dumon asked, worried. Rio had the same expression on her face as her husband's'. "Neptune" began to run towards the basement.

"Come on Dad!" "Neptune called back over his shoulder. Dumon leaned in and kissed Rio on lips.
"I'll be back shortly." he whispered into his wife's ear. Rio nodded silently. After that, Dumon began to run in the direction of his son. Towards the basement.

Hang on Tethys my daughter, I'm coming! Dumon thought.

Yami Marik laughed maniacally as he watched Dumon head towards their planned trap.

"Ahahahahahaha!" Yami Marik laughed. "He's falling right into our little trap! His daughter isn't really there. She is sleeping soundly in her bedroom." Yj grinned from his throne in Yami Marik's direction.

"Exactly Marik." Yj sneered. "Soon, we'll be down 1 less Barian." All the villains (except Antimony, who was silently watching) laughed darkly.

After 10 more minutes, Dumon finally had made it down to the dusty part of the Temple. The basement. He opened the door slowly and went inside. He couldn't find his son anywhere. He scratched his head in confusion. He also had forgotten that he had brought his datapad of information on their foes with him. Why he brought it with him was beyond him.

"Hello?" Dumon called out. "Anyone here?" He continued to wander into the basement. However, he didn't get very far when the lights magically turned on. He glanced around himself frantically to find the source.

"Huh. Odd. I swear my sister was here." Neptune" spoke as he approached Dumon. Dumon on the other hand, narrowed his grey eyes.

Somethings not right… Dumon thought. What is going on? His adrenaline rushed again when the doors leading to the exits of the basement magically closed.

"Huh?! What?! What is going on?!" Dumon demanded at the boy he believed to be his son. "Neptune" smirked as he held up his left arm. His D-Pad activated.

"If you want to leave here, you'll have to defeat me first." "Neptune" told his father. Dumon closed his eyes, then opened them again; his D-Pad was activated.

"Fine then." Dumon told "Neptune". "But, you do recall that I taught you and your sister the game of Duel Monsters, right? I know your entire deck. "Neptune" felt his lips curling into a tiny sneer as he and Dumon drew their 5 card hand.

Little does this Know-it-all realize that I'm not really his son Neptune. I'm the Mastermind of the Orichalcos, Dartz! But, I can't reveal myself to him yet. I must pull him in with his son's own deck first. Then retaliate with my own deck! Hahahahaha!

Yj observed as he watched Dartz reel Dumon in. A wide, evil grin spread across his face.

Everything is going according to my plan! Yj thought. Soon Dumon will lose and victory will soon be into the palm of my hand! Haahahahahahaha! (Think the ending of an episode of where it shows the villain holding the heroes in his giant palm).

0713MM: It seems some more dark stuff is going to occur. Heather getting speared in the chest by Dumon's pocket knife was just another nasty twist I had planned. (Original plan was to have her get speared by the knife in her only good eye. Her left eye. But me and my friend had decided to change that plan last minute to give this chapter a darker spin to it. Hope you readers enjoy it regardless! :D