Seto didn't even blink when he saw the body lying on the sand brick floor. "Where is Malik?" he asked loudly.

"He's gone," Bakura murmured. He lifted his head up partially to look at the priest.

Seto gasped at the sight of the God Eye. "Where did you get that?" he asked accusingly.

"Malik," he whispered. "I think he hoped it'd kill me." He looked up at Seto. Blood trickled down his cheek like a tear.

Seto whirled around. "Looks like you'll die soon anyway." He began to walk out, but Yugi stepped in front of him. Seto grabbed him. "Out of my way," he commanded through clenched teeth.

"Per...per..." Yugi stuttered. He placed his hand on Seto's ankh around his neck. "Priest," he whispered. "H-heal, please."

"Get out of my way!" He lifted his hand up to hit Yugi, but stopped when he saw the tears in his eyes.

"Please," Yugi repeated. He grabbed Seto and began to cry into his chest. "Uoy evah ot pleh mih. Please, please Priest."

Seto turned back to look at the white-haired man. Sighing, he left Yugi's grasp and picked Bakura up. He led them to the temple, setting Bakura onto an alter. He began slowly removing the last shreds of clothing. He shuddered, feeling sick when he saw Bakura's rib stuck out of his body. "How can you still be alive?" he asked in amazement.

"I am here for one purpose..." he whispered. "To protect the king of the Celts."

Seto barely acknowledged that, picking up a bowl filled with an oil and ash mix. He began spreading the paste over Bakura's cuts and wounds. Bakura sucked in a hard breath and began to jump up, but Seto gently pushed him back down. "Try to relax. The healing gods won't enter if they aren't invited."

"In our civilization, we had doctors."

"You depend little on the gods. That's why your civilization dies." Seto began to wave his God Rod over Bakura. A soft chant went past his lips.

"Tell me about the gods, priest," Bakura whispered. "Who do you call upon to save me?"

Seto broke his concentration, staring down at Bakura. "For the knowledge you posses to read the scripts, you know little." He began to bandage Bakura, but answered him. "I have called for Khons to drive out any disease or demons you may have. Ra watches over you, too. Hathor nourishes you with her milk, and Imhotep guides me, too. Isis has taught the others before me how to cure disease. But mostly you are being served by me."

"What can I call you, Priest?"

"I am The High Priest and advisor to the pharaoh. My name is Seto," he said softly, wiping at the blood on Bakura's cheek.

"Seto? Were you not named for Set?"

"Yes," Seto whispered.

"I know enough to know Set is your god of all that is evil."

Seth nodded. "He is the god of vengeance and jealousy. He plots against his older brother over jealousy of the throne. Then later he denies his nephew the proper throne." He said all of this in a soft voice that held little feeling in it. "Not everyone lives up to their name."

Bakura rolled back his head, laughing. Bakura motioned for Yugi to come close. "Eh si deman retfa live," he said amused.

"Eh si dnik. Yreve eno si doog, peed nowd."

Bakura shook his head.

"What does he say?" Seto asked, looking up briefly.

"He is too idealistic. He is only a child." Bakura lightly ran his hand through Yugi's hair affectionately, though.

"Then why do you let him stay with you? Is it because he is a Celt, too?"

"Not only that, simple priest. He is who I must protect; he is my king."

Seto looked up, eyes wide. "What?!" he asked, startled. He dropped the God Rod on the floor.

Yugi bent down to pick it up, ignorant to what they were saying.

"He is the Celtic King?" Seto asked, looking Yugi up and down. "What is he doing here, serving the pharaoh?"

"I do not know, he doesn't talk much about his past. When last I saw him, he was only a baby, barely even walking. It seems, when we scattered, his parents were killed. I have been searching for his parents and the God Items."

"Why is that, Celt?"

"My name is Bakura. Please call me Bakura. I looked for both of them for the same reasons. I think it's best I do not share this with you, friend of Egypt's pharaoh."

Seto took his rod from Yugi, bowing his head briefly in a semi-bow. He looked into Yugi's eyes and nodded, acknowledging his power.

"Priest? Thank you," he said awkwardly. He looked at Bakura. Speaking in their own language, he said something to Bakura.

Bakura nodded, then turned to Seto. "He wants to thank you, Priest. He says that he thanks you as King of the Celts and as a friend to you."

Seto smiled and nodded at Yugi. "Tell him he is welcome. And I thank him as High priest of Egypt and as a friend."

Bakura repeated the message and Yugi smiled at him.

Seto began to clean Bakura's wounds some more, uncomfortable with what to do with Bakura's rib. He had draped a cloth over it, waiting to come back to it later. When there really was nothing more to do, he pulled the cloth off and flinched. "I don't think I can do anything about this, Bakura..."

Yugi picked up a small satchel that Seto had tossed aside with Bakura's clothes. He set it on the alter next to Bakura and began to rummage through it. He climbed up on the alter and began to gently clean Bakura's wounds with a cloth moistened with alcohol. Bakura winced in pain, sucking in a hard breath.

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