It takes a couple of hundred reviews and a couple of hundred PM's to make you realise, 'YOU NEED TO UPDATE THE DAMN FIC!!!'

And after the last one from sliders245 I came to realise, 'I NEED TO UPDATE THE DAMN FIC!!'

So, I takes a break from revising for my exams and a break from my usual breaks of Naruto manga to write this chapter! So forgive me if it's crap but, oh BOY is it LONG!!! So enjoy because we're nearly there! We're nearly there! Just a few more chappies left of this fic! Two maybe? Which I hope to get done in this next two to three weeks! Eep! O.O

Disclaimer:

Noel Edmunds: Alright Aerith! The banker has offered you £58,000 and you have two boxes left! One of them contains 1p, the other contains the deed to YGO! Now, £58,000! Deal or no Deal?

Aerith: O.O Um……… NO DEAL!! XD

Noel Edmunds: O.o This girl is an idiot… Um, right then! Has your decision been… a very foolish one? Well, yes actually! But let's see what you've won! (opens up the box and reveals the 1p)

T.T Damn! That means I still don't own YGO!!! ……………Or Noel Edmunds apparently O.o;;

(sigh) I really wish I was on Deal or no Deal… U.U

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WARNING: This chapter contains some cursing…you know what I mean! So…there's my warning! XD;

Chapter 14: Possession
Self-sacrifice is the real miracle out of which all the reported miracles grow

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yami's breath raced as he hurried down the long and winding stairway of Takai's palace, moving through the snake's belly with fierce grace.

The others trailed on behind him, but he refused to abide to their requests to slow down. He just couldn't. Not now. Yugi needed him and he would rather die than let Yugi face this alone.

A newfound burst of speed sent him spiralling down the corridor and flying through a large set of cathedral-esque doors and emerging in a wide room, surrounded by shadow, aside from a small pillar of light that circulated the centre of the room.

"Takai!"

No response.

"TAKAI!! Coward… Show yourself!" The Pharaoh's demanding voice glided through the shadows, a thick, sinister laugh reflecting his words.

"Coward? You're one to talk, you pathetic mortal." The voice sailed back smoothly.

Yami snarled, his fists shaking with pure rage. Another mocking laugh came from the shadows.

A sudden wind flew from Yami's feet, soaring around his form swiftly and causing him to grit his teeth and growl. It was in vain though as the wind sent his friends hurtling back through another set of doors and locking them out. "No…" he groaned through his teeth as his own form rose into the air and flew through the darkness above him.

Unconsciousness overcame him...

"Damn it! Pharaoh! PHARAOH!" Yokan called out frantically, pounding on the thick stone doors with his fists.

Finally giving up, he cried out in frustration and kicked over the nearest object, a statue.

Bakura and Seto stood behind him, the albino scratching his head in confusion and the brunet rolling his eyes, before they both turned away from the fuming, spiky haired blond.

Seto's eyes blinked uncertainly, noticing that the others weren't with them. "Jou…" He whispered under his breath, striding forward through the darkness.

A blinding light glared down from above them suddenly, causing the CEO to shield his eyes from its attack.

Blinking and staring forward, his eyes narrowed at his surroundings as Yokan and Bakura came up from behind him, both as equally confused as him.

A long corridor stretched as far as they could see, the walls a dusky, and murky brown.

Striding up to them, Yokan waved a hand across the wall, a harsh rustle echoing from beneath his fingertips.

"Leaves…" He mumbled.

"What? You mean this is some sort of garden maze? Great! Where's that damn Pharaoh when you need him!" Bakura snorted, throwing his hands into the air.

Seto glared at him, obviously offended by the statement. He growled and marched forward with great speed, the decaying ground beneath shuffling away from the abusive intruder.

Bakura blinked. "Something I said?"

Yokan rolled his eyes and followed Seto's lead, Bakura merely shrugged, tucking his arms behind his head as he travelled down the path of dead leaves.

A blunt groan bounced off the world around him. Exotic eyes blinked once. Twice. Three times, before opening fully to the nothingness that stared back.

A small chuckle slapped him hard and he glared at the offending noise, rising to his feet. The noise immediately died and a persuasive snap replaced it.

Yami flinched as a large beam of light came on obediently, illuminating a large throne and the man who rested upon it.

The once Pharaoh's crimson eyes glided across the male body in quiet observation. Loose, black streaked silver hair flailed within the invisible mist that cloaked him, long robes of exotic red, black and silver praised his form and slit, scarlet eyes examined him just as thoroughly. Yami crossed his arms.

"Takai."

"Atemu."

"Where is he?"

An elegant eyebrow arched. "'He' who?"

Yami seethed, keeping his arms crossed and hiding the frustration by pinching his arm. "Yugi, of course."

Takai pondered, softly tapping his chin and rolling his eyes around the room. "Yugi…Yugi…Yugi… Yugi…Ah yes! You mean…"

The silver haired one snapped his fingers again and another beam of light erupted to his right, the form of a certain blue haired male pierced upon the wall.

Ashi's head gave a heavy drop as he lolled it from side to side, turning his dull blue and scarlet stained eyes upwards to stare at the shocked Pharaoh. Blood spewed from his lips to the river on the ground as he whispered the same words over and over again, a never-ending mantra of "help me".

Yami's jaw dropped, his eyes widening and arms instinctively springing loose. "By the gods... Takai… he's your follower, your…your slave! How could you…"

The demonic lord merely gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, more interested in the flexing of his fingers than the man hanging off the wall. "Quite easily in fact. He failed me. I punish him. It's no different than when you were a Pharaoh punishing your slaves."

"I may have punished some people in my time, but I would never do this to them! This is sick! You've…you've crucified your loyal follower for doing his best to serve you! I would never justify such a thing!" He roared back, punching his fists through the walls of air.

"Crucified? Punished? What's the difference! Besides… the cross motif is a personal favourite, not the favourite, but close enough. Oh! Silly, silly me! You asked for Yugi!" He gave a fake gasp and turned towards the pained blunet with a 'warm' smile.

"I'm afraid you'll have to hang around here for another while, Ashi." The blunet hadn't any strength to widen his eyes more than a fraction, but enough to change his mantra to 'please no master'.

His fingers snapped and the blunet's light was gone, his whispers and the dripping liquid drowned out by the darkness.

"You'll have to forgive me. I give my vassals their new names; I care not to remember their old ones. But I believe you speak of…"

Another click of digits and another light lit up on the other side of the room. A new person was slumped against the bottom of the wall, a perfectly circular, deep, ebony wound that dripped with an everlasting scarlet hued liquid fell from the centre of his forehead. A tattered uniform and bruised skin adorned him.

"…Him?" He finished with the same smile.

A shake of head, disbelief and a slight smile, unconvinced. His eyes dulled. "No… Yugi… NOOO!!!"

Honey eyes blinked open tiredly, their murky depths shadowed by the brief amount of light that flowed around him.

Jou groaned and pushed himself upwards from the glass floor. His head felt dizzy as he struggled to keep his balance. He failed miserably as he fell backwards, eyes instinctively shutting as he awaited the impact of the cold floor to hit him once again.

It never came. Warmth spread through him. Jou turned his head to look over his shoulder, a wide smile overcoming his features as a pair of familiar cobalt eyes stared back at him.

"There you are Seto! I was wondering where you went!" He spoke excitedly, sighing blissfully as the brunet's arms tightened securely around his form.

"Thanks Seto. Now! We need to get going to find the others! I'll bet they're worried!" He spoke contently, making a move to step forward but was surprised when the eldest Kaiba refused to let him go.

"Seto! As much as I LOVE these little displays you make! We have to find the rest of the guys and then we're off to save Yugi! Though… I don't know if he even wants to see me again…He probably hates me right now…" His voice sighed pathetically, seeking some sympathy from his lover.

"You're not wrong." The brunet's voice called out coldly, surprising the blond both greatly and painfully.

"W-What?" He whimpered as Seto's grip on him tightened fiercely.

"Why wouldn't he hate you, mutt! He was confused and frightened, trying to find a way to cope from thinking that his friends betrayed him and having to put up with them! And then he tries to accept you all finally and you end up assaulting him! Why SHOULDN'T he hate you?"

"B-but…S-Seto I…d-don't under-stand…" Jou stuttered, the shock of the words sinking in and the sudden harshness of them burning his senses and causing his eyes to water.

"Why?"

Seto sneered, flipping Jou around quickly to rest against his chest as he squeezed the life out of him.

"Because mutt, you've entertained me for long enough and now I'm bored of you."

"Bored? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BORED!!" An enraged Jou yelled, before he lost his breath to Seto's squeeze once again.

"The only use for dogs like you is for worthless playthings, you honestly think I could even like a disgusting and annoying thing like you? Please!" He muttered harshly, letting go of the blond and sending him reeling back and onto the ground.

Jou stared up at him through fury-hazed eyes. "You lousy son of a bitch! I should've known you'd never change!" He cursed loudly, pain pathetically hidden within his angry voice.

"Should have. But didn't. Now get out of my sight." Seto spat upon him. Turning around, he stared off into the distance with disgust in his eyes.

Jou couldn't keep his angry façade up. It shattered into a million pieces as tears welled within his eyes.

He turned and ran away. The pieces fading to dust with each step…

Ryou flew back with a terrible push, crying out as his ribs ached from the fall.

With one eye clenched shut, he stared upwards into unforgiving burgundy eyes with fear, confusion and hurt in his heart.

"Why are you doing this! What's the matter with you! Kura! Why are you doing this?"

The panic in his voice was evident which thrilled and delighted Bakura to no end. He raised his fist and slammed it down on the smaller body.

Once.

"You pathetic!"

Twice.

"Worthless!"

Thrice.

"Miserable!"Once more.

"Little!"

Twice more.

"BASTARD!!"

A final time. For good measure.

Ryou's head throbbed, as he lay plastered on the ground. He couldn't tell whether he was bleeding or not, but he was sure there was going to be some definite bruises and lumps.

He tried to push himself up on weak fingers but was slammed down on the ground by Bakura's foot to his back. Ryou gave a strained grunt and resigned to lying flat.

Seeing the sudden lack of struggle, the once Tomb Robber groaned, rolling his eyes and kicking him in the side. "Giving up so soon? How boring."

Stuffing his hands in the jean pockets, Bakura flicked one of his snowy, jagged bangs out of his face and walked off, shouting backwards with a distasteful tone.

"And you wonder why…"

His expression shook, whether in rage and grief he couldn't tell because of the numbness within his body.

A lone tear slid down his silent face. A crack. Many more followed…

Within that shadows of Takai's throne room, the said demon lord watched impassively as Yami knelt on the ground with Yugi propped up on his knee.

His eyes were closed in concentration as his fingers pushed harshly against the hikari's red dyed neck. From beneath his fingers, he could only feel his own shaking, no pulse echoed across them.

It was only when he searched through the newly restored mind link that he found a heartbeat reverberating across the walls of Yugi's chest. Otherwise, he might have thought…

With an unnervingly calm disposition, Yami gently placed Yugi down on the ground and closed over the mortified, cloudy amethyst eyes and wiped the blood from his face.

Takai gave an indignant scoff, "You honestly think I'd do away with my best servant so easily? Please. You insult me."

The world spun around them both. Time speeding up as Takai stepped down the stone stairway that led to his throne. "He is invaluable to me. As do most of my servants."

"Is that why you did what you did to that man on the wall?" Yami stood slowly.

"Ashi? Oh please! His greed is what lead him here and, although a respectable quality… it wasn't just what I desired."

"And what more did you need?"

Finally reaching the last step, Takai stood silent for a moment. An implacable frown marring his features. He grinned suddenly and swung his arms out, the insanely large grin spreading as far as his arms did. "I needed anger! Sweet, untameable fury! Mixed with the greatest power imaginable! That was what I needed. That is why-"

Swirling around, Yami screeched at him. "THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!! SO SAVE YOUR BREATH BECAUSE I'M NOT INTERESTED!!"

Lunging forward he attempted a punch to Takai's face. It was caught.

He swung around and attempted and elbow to Takai's gut. It was dodged.

Pouncing upwards he dove in for a roundhouse kick to Takai's head. It was repelled.

With wide eyes, Yami stepped back and tried again, but once more, his attacks proved ineffective. With every kick and punch, he found that the only effect it did have was a dramatic loss of his own stamina.

Time for a different approach… Standing directly before his smirking opponent, he ran forward once again but instead of going for a punch as he had the past times, he slunk down on the ground and slid between Takai's open legs and into the air.

"What!" The silver haired man hissed as he swung around in time to witness a blur of blue and white smack him in the side of his face.

Landing behind him with a graceful descent, Yami gripped his staff, with its multitude of blue glowing symbols, tightly in his hand before rising with a proud stance.

Watching Takai's frozen form with narrowed eyes, Yami held the weapon before him with both hands in a defensive state. The demon's frankly amused demeanour altered swiftly to insane laughter as he shook his head and touched his abused cheek lightly.

"Areisa gave you that, eh? That's just too rich!" He said between laughs as he bent over and held his stomach.

"Stop your foolish laughter and face me like a man!" Yami growled in frustration.

"I would…" Takai turned to face him and the once Pharaohs face fell from anger to nausea. "…If I was one…"

"You…can't be…" His jaw shook as the staff he held lowered slightly from its former position.

"Oh? You mean this?" The elder male spoke with a calm smile, eyes closed in content curiosity as he pointed towards his cheek, the melted skin that dripped from to the floor like an acid wound, the eternally grinning jawbone clearly visible in a grotesque bloody grey.

Nodding in confirmation, Takai gave a whistle, as if calling a dog back to its master. The melted skin on the ground twisted horrifically and crawled across the floor joining the skin of Takai's leg and darting forward to cover the wound, his face completely healed as if he had never been hurt.

"There? That better? Good! Now come on! Show me more of your delicious rage!"

And Yami did.

"BLOODY STUPID MAZE!!!" A certain thief proclaimed to the shrouded sky as he ripped off the dead leaves from the walls of the maze he struggled to escape from.

Yokan shifted his glistening eyes towards the frustrated albino, blinking in boredom and bounding his gaze back to the three new paths with Seto.

Already knowing what was going to happen, Bakura still cried out in agitation when the hole in the wall seemed to burst with new life, bringing a huge sparkle of emerald to the crispy brown wall before even those leaves wilted and melded into a forgettable pattern.

Yokan and Seto continued to stare down the three paths, mirroring each other's chin scratches as Bakura sprinted around them and shredded the walls.

It feels like we've been here for hours yet we're still not any closer to escaping… The Blond began within his mind.

…And we're still not any closer to finding the mutt or the other two… The brunet finished.

At once, Seto's eyes skimmed over to the holes that were quickly repairing themselves and a shimmer of gleaming opal caught his own mystical sapphires and he pointed towards it, his comrades immediately catching the glimpse of several oval shapes scattered strategically around something that was blocked by the dying leaves.

Facing each other with identical gleams in their eyes of ocean and grass, they summoned their weapons and chopped heavily each side and stem around the healing bed.

Bakura watched in fascination as the two quickly tore apart the hedges but was equally fascinated by how quickly it was repairing itself again also.

Yokan and Seto merely watched the growth and sidestepped, back to back inside the hole, spinning their weapons like buzz saws and slipping through at that moment, with a growling and thoroughly demeaned Bakura crawling in under their feet, to the other side.

The place around them made both Yokan and Bakura gasp at its enormity, Seto was unimpressed.

The stealing light of the opal objects drew their attention immensely at first, there were altogether nine of them glowing sinisterly around a fountain that contained no water and was thoroughly nourished by the cracks across the stone cherubim who held two giant thirsty vases in their tiny hands.

Seto immediately stepped up to the fountain, Yokan choosing to walk around the huge, and apparent, centre of the maze whilst Bakura, mainly for value's sake, examined the giant oval that was closest to him.

As Seto traced the fountain with his eyes, Yokan was the first to notice the apparent numerity of those giant oval things. There seemed to be hundreds of them littering the centre, some old and decayed by time and others seemed only freshly born but they all had two things in common; they held a dead stone greyness instead of the sparkling opal of the other nine and also, there seemed to be a crack in them like broken glass.

He blinked and skimmed his fingers over one of the 'dead' ones as Seto resorted to chin scratching again. Something about this fountain annoyed him but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what. Maybe it had something to do with the cherubim…

Bakura however couldn't find anything suspicious (or valuable) about the oval apart from its eerie glow and a strange 'J-like' emblem upon the front of it, but it just looked like a scratch so he paid it no mind.

"You two got anything?"

A simple "not quite" grunt was Seto's reply.

"Not really…what about you?" Came Yukon's reply as he examined one of the ovals closest to him.

Bakura shook his head, moving away from his find and walking off to another one. "Not much, this thing is stupid. I mean, the only thing weird about it is the glow. It just looks like a dumb scratched stone otherwise."

"Scratched stone?" Yokan mumbled, turning back to stare at the opal glow before him, it suddenly seemed colder and brighter now. "But… this one isn't scratched…"

A crack formed across the surface of the oval and Yokan's eyes widened as he was thrown off his feet by a huge wave of grey water and pinned to the wall of struggling brown.

A black blur leapt out from the oval and Yokan's gasped as a pair of strong, chocolate hands clasped around his throat and flung him higher into the unforgiving heavy air.

He clawed at the hand with his own nails digging meekly into the flesh but it was to no avail. Yokan's grip lessened and his eyes began to roll, a steady drip of clear liquid falling from his gasping lips. Panic overcame him.

No… This can't be…I'm really going to die here…

"Great Father… Vulcan…Please…Guide me…" He rasped out his prayer with a dying breath as his body went numb.

Yokan's body fell in a bundle of bones on the ground, his head sunk low around his bruised neck as the body of his bulky attacker flew back and his head hit the stone oval, hard.

Bakura spat in disgust at the muscular, black haired attacker who was covered, for the most part in a sticky grey substance and over half of his face was smothered in it. Snorting, he turned around and knelt by Yokan's body, Seto soon skidding to a stop beside them.

The CEO checked for a pulse and his breathing. "Respiratory Arrest… Artificial respiration…He needs CPR!"

Bakura blinked blankly. "CPR?"

Seto rolled his eyes but immediately regretted it when he found he couldn't widen them when two more of the ovals cracked and more silvery liquid drained from them, followed closely by two black lumps.

The brunet waved Bakura off. "Just keep them busy and I'll deal with this."

"I can do that!" The other male replied overly cheerfully before diving forward to spear the awakening giant in the stomach and back into the stone oval.

Seto meanwhile, tilted Yokan's head slightly, a look of disgust on his face. "Ugh… I hate to do this but…" Pinching the blonde's nose and tugging his chin, Seto dived down and his lips connected with the cold, dry ones of Yokan's, his own breath flowing hastily away.

There was no response.

He tried again. And again. And again. And again, until a faint coughing blocked him from trying again. Seto graciously pulled Yokan up into the recovering position and patted his back gently.

Gazing up with wild eyes, Yokan watched Seto's sudden saintly behaviour. "You…saved me?"

Seemingly embarrassed by the sudden confirmation, the blushing Seto turned away. "So what? You're my team-mate and you needed help."

Yokan gave a crooked smile. "Thank you."

Giving an embarrassed cough, Seto stood and awkwardly helped the other to his feet. "Yeah well…don't spread it around that I was handing out the "feel-goods" alright!"

Yokan smirked, his eyes falling into their usual mocking gleam again, "Alright, I won't tell anyone you gave me the 'kiss of life' but he might."

Seto's colour visibly drained when he noticed the albino who was knocking away two of his much bigger opponents but who still managed to giggle immaturely.

"Damn it!" He cried before leaping forward and kicking away the scrawnier of the two opponents whilst Yokan stood for a few seconds to catch his bearings before vengefully tackling the other one.

Bakura continued his laughter beside the visibly twitching Seto until the thief was suddenly tackled and knocked several yards away by the third body that was sneaking around the shadows of the dead ovals.

The smaller, grey smothered body straddled his waist and attempted to pin him to the ground with a great amount of grunts and growls, his hands skimming forward and attempting to pluck the Sennen Ring from around Bakura's neck. This struck a cord.

"You little bastard!" The annoyed albino screeched, boxing his foe square on the chest and sending him flying backwards a few feet, which then ended up with Bakura straddling the foes waist and pinning both of his opponents hands above his head whilst the thief's own hand was busy scraping off the grey gunk from the other body.

"I'd like to know who I'm fighting if you don't mind. I never liked people keeping secrets, unless it was me doing so, in which case I was rather for…it…"

His voice trailed off as he removed the last of the gunk from one side of the boy's face and found a similar pair of burgundy eyes glaring back.

"R-Ryou…what're you-" He was cut off when Ryou's bucked his hips and sent him rolling away, which the younger boy took immediate advantage of by crawling away to a farther distance and pulling himself into a fighting stance behind an oval.

With his ever cunning hearing, Seto managed to catch the muttered name and it suddenly dawned on him who his opponent might be as he frantically scrambled over to the others prone form and tugged off the horrible slime from his hair and face.

"What the hell happened to you mutt?" The CEO mumbled, his gaze swarming across Jou's face as he opened his eyes groggily.

The glazed honey eyes focused upon Seto's form and immediately lit with fury as he grabbed a handful of lush chestnut hair and head butted the male that leaned over him.

Giving out a shriek of pain, Seto fell on the ground and rolled back and forth, cupping his hands over his face to stop the suddenly explosion of red.

The blond swirled around and grabbed Seto's spear one the ground during the distraction and made a move back towards him in an ape-like manner through the deathly area.

Sitting up again, nursing both a bloody forehead and nose, the vexed CEO glared half-heartedly at the blond to was hunched before him and gripping Seto's own weapon in his grey, slimy hand.

Seto grimaced as the weapon swung by his cheek, slicing it open and singeing the ends of his hair, but he continued to stand tall and strong. He needed to be if he was to save his lover from whatever seemed to be controlling him.

"Ryou! What the HELL are you DOING!!" Bakura, meanwhile, yelled as he pulled himself up and shook his abused arms carefully.

He got no verbal response, only a sudden swish of a shuriken flying past his skull and rushing back into the pale hands of the younger albino.

"Like you don't know, 'Dear Kura.' I'm getting revenge for all those times you screwed me over you BASTARD!"

The thief's eyes softened in hurt at the insult before hardening as Ryou dashed forward and swung for Bakura's face, only to miss and have his arm reprimanded.

He swung again with his other fist and it was caught too. And for the first time, within the light of a nearby oval, Bakura could seen the beginnings of a black triangular mark seeping from underneath his lovers chocolate eye…

As Yami flung punch after punch, kick after kick, strike after strike at Takai, he found himself failing and his hope declining with the lack of success.

Takai merely laughed and swung a rare hit from time-to-time, which was enough to have Yami completely battered into a bloody pulp.

Currently, the crimson-eyed one was kneeling on the floor trying to catch his breath but failing miserably. In the end, his entire body collapsed in a sea of sweat, blood and, he assumed, his own beaten tears.

Takai's eyebrow lifted as he walked forward four steps, the most movement he had made the entire battle.

He stretched out a calloused finger and tilted the Pharaoh's head upwards, whispering in a degrading voice, "Is that all you've got?"

He wanted to say no. He wanted to say that the battle had only just begun. He wanted to say that he had so much more left to give. But people don't always get what they want. The fact of the matter was, Yami was completely done. And he couldn't change that.

"This is the end for you, Pharaoh…But don't worry…I'll look after your…'Yugi' for you…" He erupted into laughter as the nails on his fingers sharpened to claws and dug into the vulnerable flesh of the Pharaoh who couldn't even find the strength to gasp.

Takai muttered a sarcastic farewell but his threat ended there as his interest in Yami suddenly took a nosedive as he dropped the other male's chin roughly on the floor, causing a sickening crack to boom through the room.

"My, my, my, now this is a surprise…and what do I owe this pleasure to. Hmm?" Heavy, feminine panting was his response and he chuckled darkly at it, turning to look at the woman who stood behind him.

With long flowing blue and silver hair and even paler blue, sweat laced skin to match, with worn silver eyes with straining bags underneath them and a long, magnificent gown adorning her hunched form, Areisa stood. Clasped hand held tightly to her chest.

Takai gave a 'sympathetic' look towards the frail, once proud lady as he strode towards her, stopping a hair's length away from her.

"Takai…you vile snake… I desired never to venture within your domain again… as you can see, it is taking its toll on my body, but it seems I had to come." Her gaze dared to sprint back and forth between Yami, Takai and Yugi's three forms as she held up a strong but fading face.

"Your insults deeply wound me! But do you really think that you can stop me? My dear! You are trapped here! You are in my domain and you forfeited your powers in order to come here! You cannot even escape to safety without them because your precious troops are beaten! What hope have you got!"

He laughed, seemingly light-heartedly before suddenly darkening and plunging his hand into Areisa's chest as Yami watch in mortification.

Takai's eyes grew wider than ever before in ecstasy as he pulled his arm up and lifted the white sage from the ground, her dress, skin and hair dying a sensationally beautiful red as her lips gasped for breath.

Takai's voice, melded with the demon he truly was, burst through the walls like a bulldozer. "I've wanted to do this for so long. And now… IT IS FINALLY DONE!!"

His laughter showered the lands and his demonic minions roared and cheered their praise for their mighty leader's triumphant call.

"A…re…isa…" Yami managed to gasp out, crawling closer to the two of them.

Areisa's head rolled to face Yami, a smile firmly carved upon her features and a soft look gleaming in her eyes.

"Atemu…Son of Akunumkanon…I grant you this final gift…please…I beg of you…save…them…all…"

Her gaze stared into that of nothingness and Yami bowed his head in grief.

A soft tinkling noise was heard over the bellowing laughter of the demon lord and he stopped immediately when he noticed a perfectly round jewel fall from Areisa's now open hand and bounce in Yami's direction.

Takai grimaced violently and swung around but with Areisa's additional weight, he was too slow. "NOOOOO!!!"

Yami's hand shot up a clasped the orb in his hand. His crimson eyes glowed menacingly as a wave of light radiated from his clenched fist and swarmed over his body like waves at the sea.

The blood was no more, the wounds were no more, and the pain was no more. Yami stood, ready to attention, with a proud aura and an even stronger power than ever before.

"It's a whole new game now, Takai."

With that, his body exploded into a beam of light. Takai flew back, screeching and covering his eyes.

Yugi's unconscious body lay on the floor, facing away from the fight but his spirit presided over the battle with fiery warmth pulsing through it. Yami had the key now. He could perhaps actually win!

The spirits eyes turned its hollow gaze towards its true body on the ground. Worry flooded through him. He knew…He knew…

Man, when I alter a chapter, I bloody ALTER a chaper! I bloody killed Areisa! That wasn't supposed to happen! And uh…did I spell Atemu's daddy's name right? O.O;;

Sirea: XD I LOVE IT!!! MORE MORE!!!

Aerith: O.o;; Well…Shite! Okay! XD And is there any Ouran High School Host Club or Death Note fans here? I was wondering because I was going to bring out some fics from those two anime.

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