The Legend of the Sennen Items

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! though I wished I did. Ankhkare (the spirit of the Ankh a.k.a. Key in the American version) and Senui (spirit of the Scales) also do not belong to me they are Indigo Tantarien's muses and she made them up for her story Three in One Combo. The spirit of the Eye and Rod are not mine either, she made them up too (cause supposedly there is no spirit in either one though the one in the Rod will be very familiar)

Okay, this is not totally about the Sennen Items a.k.a. Millenium Items. It is about how there came to be spirits in them. Enjoy!

* * * * * * * * * * Okay, my newest fic. Enjoy, no yaois in this one either.

Chapter 2: Explainations

Bakura stumbled into town, there was a cut on his scratchy brown shirt and scrapes across his arms, legs, and face. * That is the last time that I fall for that 'Oh there is a coin stuck in the cracks. I'll take it out' false floor trick. Have to keep that in mind. * thought Bakura spitting disgustedly onto the road. A well was farther up on the road and he rushed toward it. Quickly he pulled up bucket of water, ignoring the pain of his rope burned hands and drank greedily from the bucket.

He ended up pouring the rest over himself. Spying a clothes line that was hanging far to low, Bakura snatched a linen sheet off the line and tore it into long strips, winding them carefully around his hands like gloves.

"So we finally found ya tomb robber." drawled a voice. Bakura spun around only to be shoved to the ground. A tall skinny guard with a mop of blonde hair on his head looked at him with hard brown eyes. "Yah don't know how hard we've been lookin' for yah."

The guard next to him rolled his near-black eyes, "Come on Jou, we don't have all day. Just knock him out already so we can take him to the pharaoh." Bakura jumped back to his feet and punched at the guard that had just spoken. He managed to dodge it, but Bakura knocked the metal helmet off his head. It was already off kilter because of his hair that was somehow standing up like a spike.

"Honda! Are you alright?" asked Jou, he turned to glare at Bakura and spun his spear deftly in his hands. Bakura took out his belt knife, but it was hopeless. Instead Bakura held out his hands as if giving up. Jounochi and Honda looked at each other and then at Bakura suspiciously. The thief laughed and let loose a barrage of negative energy at the guards, hoping to confuse them. But somehow Jounochi managed to snap out of the confusion and with a loud crack! He brought down the spear-butt on Bakura's back. The last thing he remembered was being kicked roughly and dragged onto his feet.

High Priest, Mind Controller, Second strongest

Seth paced the halls of the palace absent-mindedly. That plan of Yami's was daring and open. A bit too open for Seth's comfort. The pharaoh had sent guards out everywhere in Cairo with a list of people registered with Shadow Magic a few hours ago. A few of them have returned already. He glided silently through the halls of the palace, meeting the pharaoh's Duel Monsters here and there and greeted them with an aloof acknowledging nod.

As he neared the room where the contestants were to be kept, he could hear cries of protests and shouting from both the guards and contestants; Seth found that rather strange, for they were to be treated fairly, after all, they had to be in top condition.

He slammed the door open, the smell of sweat, dust, and some blood. There was at least thirty people gathered there already. Everyone grew quiet. Seth glared at the guards, "Did you not hear the pharaoh's direct orders?" he barked, "They are to be treated like royal guests, not like animals!" the guards cowered slightly.

"Hey, Seth, get out of da way!" exclaimed Jounochi pushing the High Priest roughly aside. He and Honda came in with an unconscious young man with white unruly hair and pale skin. Seth's upper lip curled up in disgust, the tomb robber? Yami wanted him to participate?

"Guards! All of you out! If you aren't out by the time I count to ten, then . . . Ra, you'd wish you were never born!" yelled Seth, he started counting, "One . . . two . . . three. . ." by four, nearly all the royal guard had pushed their way out. Seth had demonstrated his rein of command before and it wasn't a pleasant consequence.

"Now, the reason why all of you are here today is that the pharaoh his holding a . . ." Seth was cut off again by the groaning of the tomb robber as he awoke and got up.

Bakura looked around and blinked. What was he doing here? And with all these pathetic people? They were all as silent and statues and staring at someone in front of him. Holding back a growl of anger, he looked up only to find the High Priest looking down at him as if he were dirt. Bakura spat at the brunette man's feet.

"Oh, so you're awake?" said the High Priest sarcastically, "Then you'll be in time to hear the reason that all of you are here. As I had said before, the pharaoh is holding a tournament to decide the seven people most powerful in Shadow Magic. The reason is not going to be declared until the tournament is over."

* If I know the pharaoh, then it's nothing good. * snorted Bakura. There was murmuring inside the crowd and people shifted so they could see the High Priest better.

"You will be led to the chambers prepared for you. The first round will start a week from today. I advise you to be ready because this will be an all out war. [1]" smirked Seth as he walked out of the musty room. Bakura resisted the urge to take away the Priest's soul and seal it into something that he could beat up. He pulled himself to his full height and glared at everyone that was looking at him.

"Well, what are you all staring at! Look at something else!" he screamed.

* He sure needs to go on anger management. * thought Senui folding his arms again trying to look unphased, but at the same time trying to blend in with the wall. He had headed some trials against that man and every time Senui convicted him as guilty. It was a good thing that he was in the back of the room or else . . .

Bakura was standing in front of him with look of wrath on his face. Senui squeaked as the tomb robber grabbed a handful of his black robes and slammed him into the wall.

"You again! Ra, we have a lot to talk about." said Bakura sweetly, but venom was dripping from every word coming out of his mouth. Senui stared in horror as an orb of Shadow Magic formed in Bakura's hand. "Here's something to pay you back judge."

"Wait!" cried a desperate voice. A slim man in green robes, and yellow- green hair pushed Bakura, making the tomb robber's aim go off slightly so the destructive magic hit the stone wall, creating a smoldering crater.

Ankhkare winced at the look the white-haired man was giving him. "Um, I'm sure you two can set aside your differences other than killing each other." said Ankhkare helpfully. Bakura muttered curses under his breath and was about to make another Shadow Ball in his hands when something stopped him. He muttered something about not being able to kill a healer and stomped away.

"What were you doing! I had everything perfectly under control!" hissed the man with the black turban, he was straightening it out and trying to tuck some of his jagged black hair back under it while also trying to be mad and Ankhkare.

"I was just trying to help." said Ankhkare softly, Senui looked even madder at that.

"Well I don't need any help thank you. So go away!" muttered Senui and he melted away in the crowd.

Isis looked around calmly at her surroundings. Unlike everyone else who were jabbering away about staying in the pharaoh's palace. She saw Ankhkare, he often passed her house everyday for his early morning walks. His yellow-green hair was stuck out like a sore thumb among all the native Egyptian people who had dark hair, not counting the tomb robber, and another man with white hair.

Isis sighed. Her powers had told her that something like this was going to happen. She was shone brief flashes of the final seven. Pharaoh Yami and the High Priest Seth were definitely among them, but the rest were obscure and she couldn't remember.

Navar was lounged across some barrels of wine. He looked around to see if anyone was looking and produced a small hip flask from his shoulder pack. Crouching down next to the barrels, he wriggled out the cork and the fermented red wine gurgled out. Quickly Navar stopped the flow of the wine as soon as the flask was full. He took his place back across the barrels and had a small sip of his prize.

There was mild surprise as he watched the pale-haired boy started to pick a fight with an older man in black robes. He shifted his gaze to his hands and narrowed his eyes in concentration. All around his hand there started to appear a black energy, every now and then there was a small lightning bolt streaking through it. Navar smirked, this power had gotten him out of more than one jam before. He let go of his focus and took another satisfactory sip of wine.

"Is everything ready?" asked Yami, he was lounging across the throne like an overlarge cat.

"Going as planned." replied Seth.

"Good, they should be going to their rooms by now." said Yami twirling a lock of his golden bangs.

* Huh, finally my work is over for today. * sighed Seth as he retired to his chambers.

"Hey! Seth, you're back!" cried a small boy with long, dark blue hair. With some mind controlling, Seth had found out that people thought that his brother's hair looked a lot like the tomb robber's and that was not a good thing for those certain people. Navy blue eyes looked up at Seth, "Is something wrong big brother?" he asked with his arms around his older brother.

"Fine, just fine Mokuba. I just wanted to tell you. No matter what happens to me in the next following week. I want you to know that I am your brother and will always look after you. You hear me?" said Seth firmly, crouching down next to the child. Mokuba looked at him in a puzzled way.

"What are you talking about big brother?" asked Mokuba.

"It's alright. Just go and get some sleep." replied Seth in a gentler tone, he patted Mokuba on the back and pushed the boy out of his room and into his own. "Good night kid." Mokuba crawled under the covers and immediately fell asleep.

Seth watched his brother, a rare true smile on his face. And he walked to his office to ponder more on this tournament and maybe get ready himself.

* * * to be continued . . . * * *

[1] quote taken from Yu-Gi-Oh! episode when Kaiba is announcing things over that HUGE blimp of his.

Thank you for reviewing Rosz of Angel: I'm glad you like this fic. I'm still working on Dropped into Middle Earth, but it is taking some time. There's a little writer's block on that, but it's progressing.

Indigo Tantarain: Oh, my gosh!!!! I'm glad you like it ^_^. I fixed Ankhkare's name in the first chappie. And can I use Ankhkare and Senui again in another fic? It's my Dropped into Middle Earth one.

So whadaya all think? A nice sappy moment with Seth and his little brother Mokuba * sweet *. Tournament should be coming up soon, but I do need to cover the next week or so before it. Please R+R. (Oh my gosh, this sure is a lot shorter than most of my author's notes.) - Fire Pendant.