SL: Yay! I just got Word back installed on my PC, so that means less spelling and grammar errors! I might make some mistakes anyway because I just got back from a karate tournament. I got first place in sparring! I would have gotten second place in forms but I knew the judge, and he doesn't like me. He's mean, but on to the next chapter. FYI: This chapter contains character death so don't be pissed at me if it's your favorite character.

Disclaimer: Breaking News Bulletin: Hell has frozen over, and this author now owns YGO! Oh wait... that's not true.

Bakura's POV:

"Kita!" Me, Blondie and the Pharaoh knelt by Kita.

I looked towards the tower from which the arrow had come. Atop the tower were two figures that, even in the dim light of the sunset, I could see and identify. It was the guard we saw in the river and Him. I left Kita's side and sprinted towards the tower.

Kita's POV:

Gods, that was really painful. I could barely turn my head and glare at Kaiba, without searing pain attacking every muscle in my physical body. I struggled to keep my eyes open to glare angrily at Kaiba. He looked over-all pleased and was trying hard not to show it. Bakura had left my side. Perhaps... perhaps he really didn't care about me. Maybe he was only trying to make Mako jealous. But Bakura didn't... doesn't seem like that sort of guy!

"Ack!" I was awakened from my train of thought by another sharp pain in my side; but it was merely Ishizu easing the arrow. No, not 'easing'... YANKING!

Despite my bloody hip and the sharp pain that ran through my veins, I still had enough energy to yell at Kaiba.

"Kaiba! You dirty liar!" I yelled. He pretended not to know what I was talking about.

"What did I lie about Princess?" My ex-mentor asked with false, practiced innocence.

"You know perfectly well, you power-hungry bastard!" I yelled again, trying to push myself up with my elbows, "You tried to kill me so you could murder Yami and take the throne when everyone's guard was down!"

"You need to get your facts straight, Kita." He hissed, all fake innocence gone from his voice. "How could I be the one that shot the poison arrow at you, if I've been sitting here the entire time?"

"You knew Duke was angry at me so you..."

"What do you mean 'poison' arrows?" Malik snapped before I could finish.

Kaiba's POV:

Damn mouth. I can't believe I let that slip! I've got to think of a cover up! "I... um... I only assumed it was poisoned because um... Kita could withstand 20 normal arrows without being seriously harmed! I-isn't that right Kita?"

My ex-pupil glared daggers at me; she didn't buy my bluff for a second. Apparently, neither did the two men by her side. Wait...only two men? Where's that other one, the albino?

I heard a shout from the top of the guard tower. I turned my attention towards it. I gaped at the top of the tower just in time to see Duke get thrown off the top and land on the ground with a sickening 'thud'. (Sorry Duke fans)

Bakura's POV:

I reached the top of the tower I knew the arrow was shot from. He was standing there slinging a quiver of arrows over his shoulder, while the guard we saw at the river was standing behind him.

I grabbed a sword that was lying on the ground and silently sneaked up behind the guard and kicked him over the edge. Hey, it wasn't the first time I killed someone!

I listened to him scream as he fell; I had forgotten how good it sounded to hear people scream in the agonizing fear of death. That's right. I was a murderer only a few months before I met Kita. I suppose the only reason I quit was because I knew something wonderful was going to happen.

Ha! A lot of good that did me.

Mako's POV:

I heard a noise behind me and glanced at him.

"Bakura." I sneered

"Mako." He growled back, "What is your problem?"

"If I can't have Kiana, no one can!" (He doesn't know that Kita has been called by her real name for the past 10 chapters...)

Bakura lunged at me, the same glare from his murdering days fixed in his eyes. I barely dodged his attack without falling off the edge. I snatched a sword from a bin by the edge and jabbed, scraping Bakura's shoulder.

I took this as a victory, but my opponent only smiled his infamous smirk and said, "If you are so pleased by a scratch..." He paused to lick the blood off his shoulder, "You're going to love the real blood."