"Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves."
~ Henry David Thoreau
Destiny cried out in shock and nearly tumbled backward from her crouch position.
"Mokuba!" she cried, righting herself and grabbing the bars that divided them. "What are you doing in there?"
"You're brother put me in here" Mokuba replied, crawling over to meet her despite his chains.
Destiny could scarcely breathe.
"No! M-My brother wouldn't do that!" she cried, but something in her tight chest said otherwise.
"Destiny" tears began to slide down Mokuba's pale face. "He's going to hurt Seto. He put me in here and he's going to hurt Seto!"
"W-What are you talking about?" Destiny demanded.
"Pegasus wants our company" Mokuba replied "but Seto's in the way. So, he's going to hurt him!"
Destiny put a hand to her chest, it felt like a lava pit of terror, pain, and confusion was beginning to simmer up in her throat.
She started to hyperventilate.
Pegasus, hurt Kaiba? No! That couldn't be, Pegasus wouldn't do that.
"He's going to kill Seto!" Mokuba's relentless wails were like daggers against her skull. "He struck a deal with the Big Five; Kaiba Corp.'s head executives, they want to get even because my brother cheated them when he took over the company. He locked me here to lure Seto to the island; he's going to kill him and then the Big Five will rule the company through me! And Pegasus will have complete access to the company's technology. Destiny, please, you have to stop him!"
Destiny pressed her hands to her temples and squeezed her eyes shut.
Go away; she screamed in her mind, this isn't happening!
This wasn't Pegasus! This wasn't the brother who cut the crusts off her sandwiches, who played checkers with her on the porch, who drank his lemonade sugarless and ironed his shoelaces.
No, this was the brother who drank wine at eight in the morning, who plotted a hostile corporate takeover, who lured innocent boys to play his games by trapping their grandpas in living Hells.
Yugi may have hurt Kaiba but Pegasus was planning on killing him?
Was he becoming that man…that monster?
Tears brimmed in Destiny's eyes.
What happened to her brother? All the times he'd told her that killing was never the option, that there was a better way. There was always a better way!
How could she not have seen it? That over the years a new philosophy was slowly snaking up along her brother's body, like creeping vine, choking out the good, kindheartedness and giving way to a new reason.
Get what you want by any means necessary.
And Destiny had gone along with it. Could she help it? Pegasus was her brother, she trusted him, and he confided in her, told her everything. She'd blindly followed him along all these years because doing so was all she knew, too naïve to see that his obsession had eaten away any sense of reason left.
His grief had throttled him and the Millennium Items were that last pressure to make him snap.
Was he swallowed by that smirking, conniving creature that now sat in their dining room with his eyes glued to the Tournament like his life depended upon it?
Pegasus wouldn't do that to her, right? Kaiba was her friend, her best friend and she was his baby sister that he had sworn to protect all those years ago.
He wouldn't do that to her…
He wouldn't.
Surely, while striving to resurrect his dead wife, he hadn't forgotten his little sister who looked up to, admired him, and was the world to.
But no, Mokuba's words were true. Destiny felt it in her soul. Why else would Pegasus order her not to go into the Dungeon than not to discover Mokuba and his dirty little secret?
Slowly, it sank in, cut into her skin that her brother, her brother was about to murder someone who had become something so precious to her just so he could get his hands on some stupid holograms.
The room started to spin and there was a ringing in Destiny's ears. She pressed her hands to her head and shook it vigorously.
But when her eyes reopened, Mokuba was still there, hollow and hunched over in his prison.
Destiny started to cry.
"It's okay, Destiny" Mokuba whispered, his shining, chocolate-brown eyes still managing to bleed through his layer of confinement and filth.
With a trembling hand, he reached out and slowly stroked the side of her arm.
A bitter taste was stirring in the back of Destiny's mouth.
Mokuba was the one comforting her.
Suddenly the ringing turned to a violent screeching as her pain and grief melted into anger. All confusion aside, Destiny snagged at the bars of Mokuba's cell and raked her fingers against it, feeling the rust chaff her motorcycle gloves.
The whirlwind of emotions that spiraled around in her brain suddenly simmered down to one solid conclusion.
This. Was. Wrong.
Plain and simple. There was no explaining, charming, or convincing here.
Trapping Solomon Muto in the Shadow Realm, Destiny now saw Yugi crumple to the ground, as broken as a shattered vase, as someone he loved so dearly was ripped from his heart and left it raw and bleeding.
It didn't excuse what he did to Kaiba, but what Pegasus was planning to do to Kaiba had no excuse either.
An adrenaline of rebellion coursing like fire through her veins, Destiny climbed to her feet, although her legs were shaking like dead leaves in the wind.
She looked Mokuba dead in the eye and stared down the throat of an act she had never done or even thought of before in her entire life.
She was going to betray her brother.
You can have your Puzzle, Pegasus. I will help you with that, Destiny thought, but I will not help you hurt Kaiba or Mokuba.
"Mokuba" she whispered "I'm getting you outta here."
Mokuba's face lit up in a fireworks display of hope and confusion.
"B-But Destiny" he protested as she crossed the room in two steps and snagged a ring of keys from a hook.
"What about your brother?"
"Screw my brother" Destiny snapped back as she jammed the keys so hard into the lock she was surprised they didn't bend in half and jostled the cell door open.
"You're my friend and your brother is my friend" she continued, stooping down so as to gently remove the chains from Mokuba's bruised wrists "and not even my brother is taking you away from me."
Mokuba nodded as he slowly got to his feet, staggering as though his joints were snapped.
Destiny caught him around the middle and helped him down the hall and up the murky Dungeon steps.
The poor boy was so frightened and exhausted that he basically had to hang off of Destiny's waist like an infant baboon does to its mother.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Destiny paused and leaned hesitantly around the hall corner, pushing Mokuba's head out of sight behind her hip in a maternal fashion as she did so.
"What is it?" Mokuba dared to whisper.
"Shhh!" Destiny ordered as she swung her head from left to right only to find the hall as barren as the Dungeon now was
"Come on" she added, hoisting Mokuba over the last step and the two started down the hall with Mokuba having a death grip on her shirt as they went.
Destiny could feel the blood pumping in her ears as she raced down the hall with Mokuba bumping along in her wake like excess luggage. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to stop, shove Mokuba back into that dank cell, and return to the warmth and comfort of the dining room.
This new territory, away from her world of familiar isolation, felt like stepping on a mine field.
No!
Destiny urged herself to think slower and run faster. She wasn't that innocent little kid any more. She was a woman of fifteen. She was old enough to determine right and wrong by her own means.
This was her choice, not her brother's. The streak of rebellion strained wider, growing into a great rift that separated her old cozy world of Pegasus and the new open field that Seto and Mokuba had led her to.
Both had become equally important to her and now she stood at dead center.
Like a fork in the road.
With a gasp, Destiny hit the brakes and back peddled around a previous corner, shoving Mokuba against the wall. They'd barely disappeared when a thin, grey maid came shuffling around the corner, accompanied by a rolling cart of fresh, snowy-white sheets.
A cliché idea popped into Destiny's mind.
Pushing her hand against Mokuba's chest in a silent gesture to stay put, Destiny broke out of her hideout and into the maid's view, who stopped dead in alarm.
"Hello" Destiny exclaimed with a forced smile.
The maid's eyes trailed from left to right, obviously confused.
"Can I help you?" she asked very slowly as though she thought Destiny's intelligence had suddenly dropped.
Apparently that was the only explanation for her spontaneous attempts at conversation.
"Can I have some of those?" Destiny asked rather bluntly, pointing to the pile of neatly folded sheets on the maid's cart.
"What?" the maid asked.
"I said, can I have one of those, please?" Destiny repeated.
"I-that's not necessary, Ms. Pegasus; if you're bed requires its sheets to be changed than I shall be doing it for you" the maid explained.
"I'd like them now, please" Destiny snapped, her tension turning to impatience.
Put back by her abruptness, the maid shoved a pile of folded sheets into Destiny's waiting hands and then quickly hurried off down the hall.
Destiny rolled her eyes as she watched her go, before beckoning Mokuba out of his hiding alcove.
"Alright" Destiny began as she unfurled the sheets and began to tie a series of knots. "You've probably seen this before, but; what we're going to do is: I'm going to tie these sheets together to make a rope and then hang it out the window so you can climb down. Ok?" she asked Mokuba.
The small boy nodded, his eyes full of shock and fear and yet still strangely empty.
Pulling one last knot, Destiny crossed the hall and tossed the sheets out the window. They elongated like a leaping tree snake before falling to lightly smack against the Castle side. Destiny tied the sheet rope to the curtain rod and gave it a firm tug for clarification.
"Ok, its ready" she said to Mokuba "climb aboard and for God's sake: don't look down."
Mokuba bit his lower lip as he stumbled to the window and grabbed the rope so hard Destiny was surprised it didn't rip.
He stared at the rope, and then peered down to the ground three stories below; he gave the rope a tug. Mokuba's lower lip began to tremble.
With a sob, the boy threw his arms around Destiny's waist and began crying bitterly into her shirt.
"Hey, hey. Don't do that" Destiny whispered comfortingly.
"I'm so s-scared, Destiny" Mokuba sniffled into her shirt.
"I know, sweetheart. But, everything's going to be alright, you'll see."
Mokuba looked up with a wet, snot-nosed, puppy-dog look.
"Promise you won't let your brother hurt Seto?" he asked.
"Promise" Destiny replied, ruffling his shaggy black hair. "Now, hurry up."
With one last mournful sniff, Mokuba snagged the rope and, with Destiny's aide, hoisted himself onto the flimsy sheets.
He hung suspended there for a few moments, swaying awkwardly back and forth, trying to get his bearings.
It suddenly occurred to Destiny that even if this boy made it off the island, he'd have nowhere to turn to. He couldn't go back to Kaiba Corporation where the greedy Big Five were waiting for him.
"Mokuba, wait" Destiny cried. Reaching into her pocket, she snagged a scrap of paper and a dulled-down pencil.
"Here, this is the address of my grandparent's winter home in Florida" she explained, scribbling down a name and number and handing it to Mokuba. "Once you get to the ground, go down a ways to your left and you'll come to the drawbridge, lower it by pulling the lever by the portcullis. After that, go straight to the boat that will ship those eliminated from the Tournament off the island this evening. Lay low, don't draw attention to yourself, and don't try to avenge your brother or anything. I promise I have it under control. The boat will take you up to Miami where my grandparents are staying. Go to the address I gave you and tell them you're a friend of mine. They'll hate the idea, but they'll let you stay until Kaiba and I can come for you."
"You're not in any danger are you, Destiny?" Mokuba asked.
"Are you kidding, kid?" Destiny asked with a weak laugh. "This is my turf and my rules. I'll be fine. Now, get a move on!" she ordered.
Mokuba nodded and was about to shimmy down the makeshift rope when his eyes darted over Destiny's head, lit up with fear, and he screamed.
"Mokuba, what is it?" Destiny barely got the words out before she heard that infamous 'click' just behind her ear.
"Don't move" a voice that was like sandpaper across Destiny's skin snarled as he pressed the gun more firmly to the side of her head.
Destiny drew in a harsh but silent breath.
"I don't know what game you're trying to play here, Ms. Pegasus" the suit stated "but that boy is Mr. Pegasus's special guest, so you better let him back in right now or I swear to God I'll use this thing."
Destiny stifled an arrogant laugh.
She was calling this guy's bluff: there was no way he'd have the guts to pull the trigger on her. Pegasus would have his head on a silver platter for it.
But, all the same, special precautions needed to be taken.
Despite the fact that she had a gun pinned to the side of her head, Destiny felt strangely calm and almost weightless, as though she was in complete control of the situation.
"Stop" Destiny commanded, not even fully processing speaking the order.
The man froze like stone.
Destiny slowly turned to face him; he was a relatively young guy with ruffled, light-brown hair that hung a little in in his eyes to partially conceal his dark shades. Despite the lenses though, the surprise in his eyes was still imminent.
"Turn around" Destiny continued; again it felt like someone else was speaking, someone deep down inside herself.
The man obliged without a single thought, turning rather stiffly so that Destiny was now staring at the back of his head.
"Put the gun down" Destiny's voice dropped to a whisper.
But the man heard every word and slowly lowered his weapon to the ground.
Cool as a cucumber, Destiny strode around to stand at the man's side.
"Face me" she breathed, the man did so.
With slight caution, Destiny bent down and picked up the gun that lay between them. It was the first time in her left holding a live weapon before; it felt like carrying a fragile piece of priceless art.
Destiny's eyes moved from the gun and refocused on the petrified man who stood rooted to the spot, unable to move or even speak.
"Take three big steps back" Destiny hissed like a conniving serpent.
The man's eyes widened in horror, but his body betrayed his terrified eyes that shown like beacons through his dark glasses. He slowly began to stagger backward.
One….two….three…
There was a strangled cry and a sickening crunch as the back of the man's head connected with a stone pillar across the hall. Blood bloomed behind his head as his body went stiff and he slithered to the ground in a dead faint.
Destiny stared blankly, not fully processing what had just happened, but the strange mist of surrealism slowly faded away and she was left in complete shock with an active gun clasped in one hand.
She dropped said weapon as though it was an animal she'd feared would bite, she glanced up at Mokuba who looked like he'd seen a ghost.
His eyes grew still larger, about to pop from their sockets and his jaw slackened in complete terror.
"Uh, D-Destiny" he stammered. "You're eyes are glowing."
Destiny blinked, not fully comprehending what he was saying.
"What?" she asked.
"You're eyes" Mokuba repeated weakly, gesturing to his own for good measure. "They're glowing purple."
"What are you talking about?" Destiny cried as she snagged a small makeup mirror from the pocket of her shorts and shoved it in front of her face.
"What the hell…" her voice trailed off.
Staring back at her was not her usual rust-brown irises but rather a pair of bright purple orbs that glowed as if on fire, a pair of illuminated amethysts had replaced her eyes.
Destiny almost dropped the mirror.
"Holy crap" she whispered. Her eyes should be flaming; burning up within her skull but they weren't. The sensation felt almost natural.
Destiny had been able to manipulate the minds of people once before when she commanded Kaiba, Mokuba, and their father, Gozaburo, to forget seeing her use her hovering ability but this, the eyes, had never happened before.
"Destiny, are you okay?" Mokuba asked.
"Fine" Destiny replied, although she was really far from it. "I'm fine. Now, what are you still doing here? Go! Hurry!"
"But, Destiny…" Mokuba started to protest.
"Go!" Destiny cried.
With a feeble nod, Mokuba finally began to scoot down the sheet rope, just as his head was about to vanish from view he re-glanced over the brim of the windowsill.
"Be careful" he called before vanishing from view.
Destiny's still glowing eyes itched with unborn tears as she rushed to the window to tug up the sheet and watched a flash of scruffy black hair sprint off along the Castle bank and to the drawbridge.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
But it was short lived.
It hit her at full force then, and it hit her hard.
Destiny was forced to grip the rough stone sides of the windowsill for support for her trembling legs.
She sagged slightly under the weight of her realization and guilt.
Her brother, Pegasus…What would he do if he found out what she'd just done?
Destiny could see it now, burned on the inside of her vision: her brother's one good eye drowning in a lake of pain and betrayal.
Destiny, he whispered, why would you turn against me? My own sister…
More tears began to spawn at the corners of her eyes and she felt nausea churning in her stomach.
Her body dipped lower as the nausea crept up her spine and into her head, suddenly it transformed into a very familiar headache.
"No…" Destiny faintly whispered "not…now…"
She crumpled to the floor.
A heavy, wet aroma wafted into Destiny's nose and clung to her skin and hair like a second papery skin. Her surroundings were a world of bright tropical colors, underlined with dark green hues. The island scenery stretched around her, dripping and moist like a wet painting. She blinked in shock and gazed around, attempting to focus herself.
"Wow, Yugi. I can't believe you've already gotten five Star Chips" Tea's voice called up from the brush.
"At this rate, you'll be at Pegasus's Castle in no time" Tristan added as he and the others stumbled out of the dense, jungle foliage and into Destiny's view.
"I wish I had more Star Chips" Joey mumbled glumly, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Don't worry, mate. You'll get 'em all in no time" Ryou reassured him, clapping Joey on the back.
Destiny smiled in spite of herself; Ryou's accent was simply adorable.
Suddenly, there was a crash from behind and a rhythmic thumping like someone breathing very hard. Yugi and his gang all whirled around to meet the noise but instead were smacked head on by a whirlwind of a brightly colored striped T-shirt and faded jeans. The whirlwind ceased its frantic movement when it ran blindly into Yugi, knocking him clean off his feet.
"Whoa, what the-" Yugi cried out in shock as he stumbled backward and he and his attacker hit the ground.
Righting itself, a flash of scruffy black hair came into view accompanied by a pair of large, soft brown eyes that were wild with fear.
"Mokuba!" Destiny screamed out, but her voice had no sound. "What the hell are you doing? I told you to get off the island!"
"Hey, who the hell are you?" Joey demanded as Mokuba jumped to his feet and quickly dusted the jungle grime off his already filthy clothes.
He stared at the five friends in confusion, but when his gaze fell on Yugi his eyes turned surprisingly murderous.
"Yugi" his voice dropped to a dangerous level.
Then, without warning, Mokuba sprang at Yugi like a large cat, knocking him back to the ground in an aggressive tackle. There was a short frenzy of kicking, screaming, punching, and biting as Mokuba and Yugi rolled around in the dead leaves while Joey and Tristan attempted to peel Mokuba from their friend.
Finally, Joey managed to wrestle the squirming boy from his hold on Yugi, who sat up tattered, gasping, and completely shocked.
"What the hell do ya think ya doing, ya little brat?" Joey demanded of Mokuba, who continued writhing in his grasp and shouting at Yugi.
"You...You asshole!" Mokuba hollered at Yugi as Ryou helped him to his feet. "You hurt my brother; you broke his mind! You did something to him when you Dueled him! And now he's going to die because of you!"
"I don't know what you mean" Yugi stated calmly.
Destiny clenched her fists.
Yeah right you don't.
"Who are you?" Yugi continued.
"My name is Mokuba Kaiba" Mokuba replied as though this was something to be proud of. "That's right, I'm the little brother of Seto Kaiba, who you…" he pointed threateningly at Yugi "…hurt really badly when he lost to you in that Duel."
"Whoa, that jackass Seto Kaiba has a little brother?" Joey asked.
"Yugi, what is he talking about?" Teá asked.
"I'm…I'm not quite sure" Yugi stammered, fingering the Millennium Puzzle "but I think when I Dueled Kaiba for my grandpa's Blue Eyes White Dragon, the Pharaoh in my Puzzle did something to Kaiba. He told me it was going to help him."
Anger started to build up in Destiny's chest like a cooking pot boiling over.
"What do you mean?" Ryou asked.
"I'm not sure" Yugi repeated, he turned to Mokuba. "I'm sorry if I hurt your brother. I never meant to. There was just an evil presence of avarice in your brother's heart that needed to expel" he said. Mokuba, who had still been thrashing around in Joey's grip, suddenly went limp and his eyes glazed over for a moment.
"It's okay Yugi, I forgive you" Mokuba muttered.
Destiny stared in shock, remembering the same thing happening to Joey during his Duel with Mai Valentine. How his eyes had gone blank and Yugi had convinced him so easily that everything was going to be fine.
Something was certainly up there.
Seeing that the boy was now calm, Joey cautiously set Mokuba back down on the ground where he sat blinking and glancing around as though he'd momentarily forgotten where he was.
Ryou bent down and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright, kid?" he asked him.
Mokuba nodded weakly.
"Why don't you tell us where your parents are, sweetie, and we'll help you find them" Teá added.
"I don't have parents" Mokuba stated. "They're dead, so I have Seto."
"Oh" Teá replied, taking a moment to recover. "Well, where is your brother?"
At this, Mokuba's bottom lip began to quiver again.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Yugi asked, dropping to Mokuba's level.
So Mokuba then tearfully explained to Yugi and the others about his plight, Seto's imminent peril, and Pegasus's diabolical schemes.
Teá, Tristan, Joey, and Ryou all exchanged looks of horror, but Yugi remained relatively calm.
"Man, that sounds like Pegasus" Joey grumbled, slamming his fist into his hand. "Why I'd like to wring his scrawny little neck!"
Destiny tensed.
I'd like to see you try.
"Don't worry, Mokuba" Yugi reassured the small boy. "We'll help you save your brother."
"We will?" Joey asked.
"Yeah, of course we will" Yugi replied.
"But, Kaiba's our enemy, isn't he?" Tristan asked. "I mean he tried to hurt your grandpa after all."
"It doesn't matter" Ryou snapped. "We should still come to his aide if he needs us because it's the right thing to do."
"Bakura's right" Yugi agreed. He turned back to Mokuba "we're on our way to the Duelist Kingdom Castle. If you come with us, maybe you can find out where your brother is."
Mokuba nodded, his mood beginning to brighten.
"Alright" he agreed with a slight smile.
Destiny watched in surprise as the group all gathered themselves together and trooped past her.
The little brother of her best friend was joining forces with her worst enemy.
Destiny shrugged.
When in Rome?
Destiny followed Yugi and the others as they crashed rather unceremoniously along the leafy trail.
An awkward silence hung over the four friends and their new companion, who kept glancing nervously around as though he could tell that Destiny's disapproving gaze was burning holes in the back of his neck.
Suddenly, shouts ran up like rising smoke and the friends all froze.
"Fan out, men!" a gruff voice hollered "little brat can't have gotten too far!"
Destiny was surprised; it had taken them longer than she expected to discover Mokuba's disappearance.
Mokuba tensed up.
"Oh no" he breathed.
Ryou glanced his way.
"They're looking for you aren't they?" he asked.
Mokuba nodded mutely.
"Well, they won't find him" Joey declared, he and Tristan stepping in front of the scruffy-haired kid.
Yugi glanced around; they'd just broken through the foliage and out into an open expanse of overgrown grass with a desolate Dueling Arena only a few feet away.
"What do we do?" Teá cried; glancing frantically over her shoulder as the sounds of approaching guards grew louder.
"Come on" Joey called as he and Tristan grabbed Mokuba's wrists and lead him towards the deserted Dueling Arena. "We need to go find the other Duelists and try to blend in."
"We cannot, they are gone" Yugi declared, the Pharaoh taking over mid-sentence.
"Where did they go?" Teá asked as she, the Pharaoh, and Ryou jogged after Joey and Tristan.
"They have all been eliminated and shipped off the island. The numbers are steadily climbing down as the semi-finals draw closer."
"There he is!" a lone Suit suddenly called from the top of a rocky slope a few feet away.
More shouts and a bunch of other Suits sprang out of the underbrush, running surprisingly fast despite their loafer-adorned feet.
"Head for the trees!" Ryou cried and everyone broke into a mad dash for the jungle on the other side of the clearing.
But they were outnumbered and outmatched as a line of more Suits spilled out from the brush they were heading for.
Destiny watched helplessly as Mokuba and the others were overtaken by a swarm of armed guards.
"Nobody move or we'll shoot you" Khemo ordered, brandishing a sleek pistol as he spoke.
Teá froze in fear, the Pharaoh's hands went to the Puzzle, Tristan and Joey moved closer together in order to shield Mokuba, Ryou stood stock still with a poised look of defiance.
"Hand over the kid" Khemo demanded of them "and no one gets hurt."
"We ain't giving him to you" Joey snapped.
"Now, now we don't want any trouble" Khemo snarled "just give us the brat."
Under an invisible gesture, the Suits tightened their barrier around the group, pressing their guns to the friend's backs and arms.
"Don't come any closer" the Pharaoh snarled and the surrounding air suddenly turned to ice.
Oh boy, Destiny hissed, those guards had no idea what they were getting into.
Khemo watched the Pharaoh's calculative stroking of the pyramid-shaped pendent around his neck.
"Last chance" he hissed.
The Pharaoh's eyes darkened more red then purple.
"Do not move" was his response.
Khemo smirked.
He raised his gun and pointed it straight through the ropes of the Millennium Puzzle and directly at the Pharaoh's heart.
The Pharaoh's eye narrowed.
His hand closed around the Puzzle.
Out of nowhere, the leg of the guard directly behind Yugi thrust out like a metal spring. It sunk into the Pharaoh's spine with a sinking 'crunch'.
The Pharaoh gasped, staggered forward as the Puzzle flew from his neck and clattered in a heap at Khemo's feet.
Khemo grinned.
"You dropped your Puzzle."
The crack of gunfire echoed throughout the jungle seemingly louder than it would have in an empty room. Teá screamed again, Joey and Tristan both leapt to the Yugi's side as he hit the ground, gripping his shoulder.
Destiny saw Ryou's eyes darken to a black and his hands flew to his chest where the faint glow of the Millennium Ring could be seen through his sweater.
The temptation to use it was in his eyes.
"Yugi!" Joey cried as he hoisted him back to his feet. Yugi staggered, groaning in pain.
"Don't worry" Khemo chuckled "the bullet just grazed him. Did you seriously think I would kill him? Oh no, Mr. Pegasus has much better plans for him." As he spoke, he tossed the Puzzle back to Yugi, a condescending gesture. The Pharaoh took control as soon as Yugi slipped the Puzzle back around his neck, his expression immediately glazed over in pain.
The Pharaoh looked up, his wine-colored eyes glistening with malice.
"You are not getting away with this" he snarled.
Khemo smiled.
He gestured to his guards, who lunged forward like striking cobras and seized Mokuba before he could even gasp.
"Put me down!" Mokuba screeched, kicking and punching; but his arms remained pinned by the Suit's iron grips.
"Let the boy go" the Pharaoh demanded. "He has nothing to do with this. Leave him and his brother alone."
"On the contrary" Khemo sneered as two Suits wrestled a pair of handcuffs onto Mokuba's thin wrists "he has everything to do with this, as does his brother. Of course that inconvenience is no longer a concern."
Mokuba froze.
"What do you mean?" the Pharaoh demanded.
"You'll be happy to know, Master Kaiba" Khemo called over to Mokuba "that you're brother met with a relatively painless end. As painless as falling from a seaside cliff while being pursued by some colleagues, of mine, that is."
Mokuba's eyes broke.
"W-What are you talking about?" he cried, but he knew.
Destiny did too.
The weight of Khemo's words crashed down upon like she was being hit over the head with a lead brick. It seeped into her chest and plummeted down into the dark, taking her heart with it. She fell to her knees as something deep down inside her shattered.
Kaiba was dead.
A/N: Damn, a lot happened in this chapter. Not only do we have Destiny's betrayal of her brother and her now apparent inner conflict but Kaiba is supposedly dead. What do you think is going to happen next? Read and review