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.

Sorry it took so long to update! I was finishing my Rishid fic that I just posted up today or was that yesterday? But anyways go Rishid! So here starts the tournament of the Shadow Magic thing. Shouldn't I call it something better?

Chapter 6: The First Round

The weekend had passed quickly, almost too quickly. Bakura had escaped again and hadn't been found anywhere. Ankhkare was soon up and about hurrying around trying to prepare for the tournament. Everyone else seemed aloof and quiet.

Isis wrung her hands worriedly as all the contestants were escorted to a stadium-like structure. They were told to stay inside a large airy room right next to their entrance to the chosen battlegrounds. * May the goddess Isis whom I am named after protect me. * prayed Isis bowing her head.

Quiet settled throughout the room as the pharaoh stepped into the middle of the arena. "My people! Today is a day unlike any other. Long has people of great power resided among us and now, finally it is the time to decide the seven most powerful! The winners will be in charge of the Sennen Items my great father had made." cried the pharaoh. There was a great wave of cheers from the Egyptians seated in the crowd.

"Remember, all the people who possess the gift of wielding the great Shadow Magic are participating. Even our convicts and thieves." announced Yami, though he spat out the last sentence acidly and with a bit of regret. "The first round will proceed! Tenept will be against Isis."

Guards came up and escorted Isis to one end of the arena. There she was left. Across from her, a hundred yards or so away was Tenept. A young man about her age with short black hair. He looked at her and sneered. "Woman! You are no match for me!" cried Tenept, "Hear me all those condemned and in this tournament. The pharaoh has promised to free the men from his dungeons if he does win this tournament. And I'm planning to be the one!" There was some booing from inside the waiting room and Tenept spat on the ground.

"Let the match begin!" shouted Seth, the High Priest who was standing below the podium where the pharaoh sat.

Tenept immediately started hurling handfuls of the black magic at her. Isis brought up a shield around herself and deflected the blows. The man started running closer to her to get in closer range. At that moment she began chanting and held out her hands.

Marik gasped as his sister released a column of Shadow Magic at the unfortunate man. It hit him squarely and he screamed and withered on the ground. Healers that had just now come back to the palace from a battle that had been going on earlier that week hustled Tenept onto a stretcher and rushed him away. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. Marik was sitting among the crowd, blending in perfectly. There was no need for his invisibility spell now. Pharaoh Yami looked around calmly, Marik could have sworn that the pharaoh had looked in his direction and saw a flash of a smirk on his face. But that couldn't be right, Yami had no chance of noticing him. Maybe it was somebody else?

"Tenept has been disqualified. Now is the match between Ankhkare and Cain." shouted Yami.

Ankhkare's jaw dropped in surprise. Out of all the times he could go, it was now? Guards grabbed his arms and pulled him out to the arena. Isis passed him and gave him a reassuring smile. He was placed near at the end of the field that was closest to the pharaoh. Two of the pharaoh's own guard was just a few feet away from him. The Elf Swordsman looked at him and whispered something to the Black Magician that was beside him and cocked his head towards Ankhkare. The indigo-haired mage gave him a shadow of a smile and turned back to guarding the pharaoh. Then there was Seth, the High Priest looked at Ankhkare and nodded approvingly. Well, at least he had a bit of support.

Cain was glaring at him from down the field. "Let's start already!" shouted the man impatiently. He was probably another convict eager to get out of jail. The pharaoh rolled his eyes and waved his hand to signal the beginning of the match.

"Hey you girl." taunted Cain as he started to swagger up to Ankhkare. * Oh my, he thinks I'm female? * thought Ankhkare. Cain was coming closer and closer, Ankhkare started chewing his lip again; a nervous habit he picked up out of nowhere a few years ago. He had never used his magic to fight before. But then again, he did, why else had his own kin rejected him? He had killed a man trying to beat him up, but it was all an accident!

"Are you going to do anything or are going to just stand?" asked a voice just a foot away from him. Ankhkare opened his eyes and saw that Cain had his arm pulled back and was ready to punch him. Out of pure instinct, Ankhkare put up his hands to protect himself, but large black sparks exploded out of his opened palms and showered onto the man. Cain yelled and backed up. Ankhkare started in surprise and lowered his hands. Cain looked at him murderously and took in a deep breath as if ready to shout. But when his mouth opened out came a black beam.

Ankhkare dropped to the ground to avoid the attack, it ended up heading towards the Black Magician instead. The mage looked at it casually as it headed towards him and brought up his staff and spun it rapidly. The beam met the reeling staff and was negated easily. There was a brief pause after that but the match quickly resumed.

Cain kept on letting his big beams of Shadow Magic through his mouth and Ankhkare was kept to the defensive. * Hmmm, if he keeps this up the only thing that he is protecting his front. He's kept his back open for an attack. * pondered Ankhkare * But the only problem is, how do I get behind him quick enough? * Ankhkare blanched at a sudden idea but it was his only chance. He hoped he could get this right, he hadn't done it for quite some time. And it might be hard in these robes but . . . whatever.

Backing up, Ankhkare bunched himself up and began sprinting quickly towards Cain. The man looked shocked at this sudden rah move, "Bring it on girlie!" he shouted. Ankhkare quickly jumped up and started did a handspring. * Oh, by Ra I hope I do this right! * hoped Ankhkare. He sailed over Cain, the man was too stunned to react quick enough. Ankhkare brought up his hands and tried to do what he had done before. But this time nothing happened. He concentrated harder. Cain turned around and laughed. "Nothing's happening. What are you going to do about it wench?"

Anger that Ankhkare didn't know that existed in him bubbled up; anger from the betrayal of his own people, anger of being dragged away like this, and anger at this stupid Ra forsaken man! A giant spark-like thing that was about the size of the pharaoh's head, hair and all exploded out of his hands and smashed into Cain's head. The man toppled over with a big thump, in an unconscious heap.

Ankhkare stepped up to Cain and kicked him roughly. "And I am NOT a girl!" he spat before realizing what he was doing. Feeling a lot better, Ankhkare walked away to the waiting room. There was silence from the crowd, just as he was about to enter the waiting room. They burst into wild applause and cheering. Someone clapped him on the back as he entered the room. "Nice work healer, I didn't think you had it in you." complemented a strange white-haired man, what was his name again? Oh yes, Navar.

"Why thank you." said Ankhkare blushing slightly.

"Hmm, that healer seems very familiar." muttered Bakura, he had come along with all the contestants unnoticed, which was a good thing. Last time when he had seen Jounouchi, the guard looked absolutely malicious. He drifted back into his thoughts and a face floated into his mind.

~ Don't worry young man, you'll be fine. You look very beat up. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. ~ said its voice. It was the voice of the healer and that was the healer's face! Bakura remember, his first tomb robbing expedition, how he had failed miserably. The black world that he found out in his unconsciousness that was soon to be his own soul room. Yes, that was it!

"The third match will proceed with Bakura and Mateye." said Yami.

"I guess that's my call." lilted Bakura stepping out of the Shadows.

* * * to be continued . . . maybe ( I do like writing that! ^-^) * * *

So, what do you think? Go Ankhkare! Give that guy what he deserves! Isis and Ankhkare kicked butt didn't they? Whoooyah! I'm really happy. Help me with some names here for other contestants. How bout if you want to suggest a contestant fill out this form, mind you, you know they will be have to be beaten by Navar, Yami, or Seth:

Name:

Age (approximately):

How do they despell their shadow magic?:

Physical Description:

Convict or no convict?:

First come first serve (sorry!!!!!) will get it! Sorry, but I'm only doing round one. Then the finals. It will take too long to do everything. Remember there were DOZENS of contestants in that room! Okay, tell me what you think!