His Story. Chapter Twenty-Four.
The sun began to rise over the vast Egyptian desert. A few scarce birds soaring through the air. Everything seemed so peaceful, but for a handful of people, it was not. Finally waking up, Damaja Onalie sat up in his bed, stretching, yawning loudly. Turning around in the bed, Damaja placed his feet on the floor, rising up from his bed, walking over to his suitcase, he opened it up, pulling out some clothes, throwing them onto the bed. Walking to the bed, Damaja pulled up a pair of black pants with various chains and straps hanging from them, stepping into them, pulling them up, zipping and buttoning them up. Grabbing the hem of his previously worn black tank top, he threw it to the side, picking up the clean baby blue one from the bed, pulling it on. Picking up the final clothing item, a black and silver hoodie, slipping his arms into the holes of the arms. Lifting the hood over his head, Damaja walked back over to the suitcase, moving the clothes in it to the side, revealing a medium sized black box. Picking the box up, Damaja opened it, pulling the grey deck box within it, slipping it into his pocket. Nodding, Damaja piled his dirty clothes into the suitcase, zipping it back up, picking it up, walking outside of the room.
"Mornin' all." Damaja said, tossing his suitcase to the side.
"Sleep well?" Yugi asked. Shaking his head, Damaja sat down on the bleachers.
"How are we going to get out of here? The jets left." Brad asked, Mindy wrapping her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I..don't know." Tea' said, looking down. "Are we stranded here Yugi, while Kaiba just goes around and does whatever he wants!?" She asked.
"No Tea' I'm sure we'll find a way out of here." Yugi said confidently. With that, a group of four people walked up to where they were sitting on the bleachers. "Look, it's Malik, Isis, and Rashid! Yugi said.
"I apologize for not properlly guarding Ra Pharoah." Malik said, lowering his head.
"It isn't your fault." Yugi said.
"What all did Kaiba take?" Rashid asked, displaying his emotionless look.
"The three Egyptian Gods." Yugi said.
"The three Sacred Beasts." Brad said.
"The three Wicked Gods." Damaja said.
"He's after the Trinity Force." Isis spoke softly.
"Maybe these will help you three in your quest." Malik said, slipping three cards out of his pocket, handing one to Brad, to Damaja, and to Yugi. The three looked at them with confused looks on their faces.
"We recently found them buried deep within the Valley of the Kings. We thought it'd be best to give them to you." Malik said.
"Thank you." The three said in unision.
"Now if you would follow us, we would like to escort you to the airport." Rashid said.
"Thank you all." Yugi said, the group getting up from the bleachers, following the four. After a few hours of walking through the city of Cairo, they finally approached the airport. As the group were saying their goodbyes, Malik spoke up.
"I'd like to go with you all. To help against Kaiba." Malik said.
"Are you sure?" Yugi asked. Malik mearly nodded. "Then let's go. Again, thank you." Yugi said, a smile on his face, as the group entered the airport.
Meanwhile back at Kaiba Corporation Headquarters in Domino City, Seto Kaiba had walked up, approaching Ryou Bakura. "Yugi's rag-tag bunch have entered the Cairo Airport as we speak." Kaiba spoke, in a trance.
"That doesn't concern me. Go gather Seven duelists to help protect what is ours." Bakura said.
"Yes sir." Kaiba said, walking out of the room.
"Now Dartz, soon as I defeat the Pharoah and steal his soul, I'm getting my body back, correct?" Bakura asked.
"As I promised, I will." Dartz said through Bakura's body.
"Good." Bakura simply said.
Back to the airport, the group had made it onto the plane, as it was taking off. Looking over to Brad, Damaja smirked. "Bet this wasn't in the brochure." Damaja said, laughing a bit.
"No...Can't say that it was." Brad said, laughing.
"By the way, I was wondering. Why'd you want to join us so bad? I mean, damn, you have your whole life with Mindy ahead of you. Why risk it?" Damaja asked.
"It just...felt like one of those things I had to do. Ya' know?" Brad responded. Damaja simply nodded, leaning back in his chair, drifting off to sleep.
Snapping upwards, Damaja's eyes shot open, looking around himself, seeing as he was confined within a pure white area. "WHERE AM I!?" Damaja shouted.
"We've called upon you once more young Damaja." A female voice said.
"Oh fuck, not this again." Damaja said.
"YOU WILL WATCH YOUR TONE OF VOICE WHEN SPEAKING TO US!" A male voice boomed, electricity striking down upon Damaja, causing him to scream out in pain, dropping to his knees. Grunting, Damaja slowly got back up to his feet, nodding slowly. "Now, as we were saying. There is a threat bigger than Seto Kaiba and his plan of ressurecting the Trinity Force." The same male voice said.
"What is it?" Damaja asked.
"We...do not know." A second male voice said.
"But we do know it lies within your group of confidants." The female voice said.
"You must be wrong." Damaja said.
"We never are wrong." The first male voice said.
"The threat could wind up costing your life and the lifes of many." The second male voice said.
"It is your place and your place alone to draw out this threat, and eliminate it." The female voice said.
"Kill it you mean." Damaja said.
"There are more ways to eliminate a threat other than..."killing" it." The first male voice said.
"And now you will wake up." The second male voice said.
"The plane will have just landed in Domino Airport." The female voice said.
"Do you understand your mission young Damaja?" The first male voice said. Damaja replied with a nod, and with that the light dispeared, as Damaja awoken in his seat, being shook by Brad.
"Wake up, we're here." Brad said, Damaja getting up, nodding his head. As the group exited the plane, Damaja kept a close eye on all of them, remebering the words told to him.
Standing in front of the airport, Yugi looked to Brad, then to Damaja, then to Malik. "I need to go into the city and pick up a few things if that's okay with you all." Damaja spoke up.
"Tea, go with him." Yugi said. "Me, Brad, and Malik will go to Kaiba Corporation. Tristian, you take the rest of them to Grandpa's house. They'll be safe there." He finished. The group nodded, as the three groups went their sepperate ways.
Looking at his suitcase, while him and Tea walked down the street, Damaja shook his head, dropping it into a nearby Trashcan. "What was that for?" Tea asked.
"It's time for a new look is all." Damaja said, looking up at a store sign, noticing it to be a clothing store. "Ah, perfect. Come on." Damaja said, walking into the store, Tea following behind him. Looking through the clothes, Damaja grabbed up a couple pair of black jeans, some grey tank-tops, a couple different colored shirts, and finally, a long black leather trenchcoat. Looking over, he saw Tea eyeing a pair of shoes in the corner. Placing his objects up onto the counter, he reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out the necissary money, handing it to the cashier. As Tea and Damaja walked out of the store, Damaja looked at her. "Hold up, I left something in there." He said, walking back into the store, picking up the shoes Tea was looking at, placing them on the counter, paying for them. Getting them bagged, Damaja made his way out of the store.
"Where to next?" Tea asked with a smile on her face.
"You hungry?" Damaja asked. Tea nodded a bit. "Lead the way." He said, extending his hand, as Tea grabbed it, laughing, walking with him down the street to a place to eat.
Meanwhile on the other side of town, Yugi, Brad, and Malik approached Kaiba Corporation, looking at the door. As Yugi walked up, he went to open the door, only to see that it is locked.
"Figures." Malik said.
"Maybe we should come back another time?" Brad asked.
"When we do, we'll bring Damaja with us. Something seemed different about him since the last time I saw him." Yugi said, the three making their way to Grandpa's house.
Back to the resturant, Damaja and Tea were sitting across from eachother in a booth, enjoying their respective food. "So, how did you get drug into all of this?" Damaja asked, taking a drink of his soda.
"Well, I have always been friends with Yugi, Joey, and Tristian. So, it's natural that I'm here." Tea responded. "What about you? I know you're not here just to get the Wicked Gods back, there's something else." Tea said.
"I owe Yugi." Damaja said plainly. "When I faught Bakura at Duelist Academy, Yugi gave me the Dragon's Mirror card I used to defeat him with." He finished.
"Girlfriend?" Tea asked, eating a fry.
"Had, Bakura...killed her." Damaja said with a great touch of sadness in his voice.
"Sorry." Tea said, looking down.
"Don't be...Oh, I got you something." Damaja said, grabbing up a bag from his pile, handing it to her. As Tea looked into the bag, her eyes widened greatly.
"These are the shoes I was looking at. I would've gotten them, but they were way to expensive. Oh my, thank you." Tea said, reaching over the table, wrapping her arms around Damaja. Smirking, they finished their food, getting up from the booth. Looking outside, they saw that the sun had set, as it was pitch black outside. "We should get back to Yugi's Grandpa's." Tea said, as they made their way outside, walking down the darkened sidewalk. Suddenly, a dark voice spoke from the shadows.
"What a pleasurable turn of events, finding you here Damaja, I've been waiting for a rematch from Duelist Academy said." The voice said, Ryou Bakura stepping out from the darkened alley.
"Tea, go to Yugi's, bring them here." Damaja said, dropping his stuff, pulling off his hoodie.
"I'm not leaving you here." Tea shouted.
"NOW!" Damaja shouted as Tea began to run off in the distance. "So, you want your ass kicked again Bakura? MY PLEASURE, THIS IS FOR ALEXIS!" Damaja shouted, rushing Bakura, driving his knee into the man's gut, doubling him over. Baking up, Damaja swung his right arm, driving a balled fist into the jaw of Bakura, knocking him to the concrete.
"You'll regret that." Bakura said, spitting a wad of blood out of his mouth.
"No, you'll regret ever coming back." Damaja said, once more rushing Bakura, but this time he was blind sided by a punch to his gut. Dropping to his knees, he looked up, seeing a group of robed people looking down at him. Then...they attacked. One sent a stiff kick into the spine of Damaja, dropping him onto the cold concrete ground. Another, sharply kicking him in the ribs, knocking him onto his back, as rain began to pour from the sky. One pulling Damaja up by the collar of his shirt, punching him in the right side of his jaw over and over again, as the rest were taking turns kicking him in his sides.
"BREAK HIM!" Bakura shouted.
"DAMAJA!" Yugi, Malik, Brad, and Tristian shouted, running into the scene.
"We're done here." Bakura said, him and the hooded figures, stepping back into the shadows, disapearing. As Tea ran up to Damaja, she rolled him onto his back, his eyes cold, his face emotionless, blood dripping down his mouth and nose.