SPRING BREAK!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!! I'M FREE!!!!

Seto: *sweatdrop* it's not that exciting

*huge crowd of school-kids hit him with frying pans*

Seto: X_X

Kirsta: *blink* that's what you get, seto-kun! Try to think with a normal teenager's point of view pleeeeease!

Seto: *rubbing various areas of head* you of all people should know I'm no normal teenager.

Kirsta: *sweatdrop* dorkis….

Anyway!!!!!!…OMG I GOT NEW PEOPLE REVIEWING!!!! I love you guys, and I love you guys that have been reviewing for a while now even more! (sry to the other people)

BY THE WAY! I'm currently deciding how I'm going to end this. I've contemplated a lot on killing Caleia off, then I reconsidered, now I'm thinking on it again. Should I? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!!!! Maybe I should be weird and let Morsie win…

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I really am planning on killing Caleia at the end but I might change my mind if I get enough reader feedback (aka reviews) that don't want her to die.

Caleia: *scared* I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE TELL HER NOT TO KILL ME!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, obvioiusly, and I also don't own the book Sabriel, which is owned by Garth Nix, and from which I started to take some stuff out of for this fic.

Thanx so much Moonie for the title!

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Chapter 25

Turned to Darkness

Bakura slid back a few inches from the force of the Dokuryaiba hitting his sword. Barely after he regained his footing, the monster flew at him again, aiming for his neck. He barely raised his sword fast enough to stop the boomerang. It hit the silver blade of the sword, then persisted on pushing against it, trying to overcome him and slice oven his neck. The tomb robber could feel himself being pushed backwards, and soon his back met the cold stone wall. He could feel his hands tiring, but the Dokuryaiba showed no signs of weariness.

Taking his left hand off the handle of the sword, Bakura placed the blade flat on that palm, distributing the weight of the sword more evenly. He grimaced as he felt the edges of his sword being pressed into his palm, but that constant thought of the Dokuryaiba slicing his neck open overshadowed the pain.

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Caleia raised her hand and willed Sayana to come to her. Being so connected to its master, the sword responded to Caleia's small gesture of power and will, and flew into her outstretched hand, faster than the Ansatsu's lightening-speed attack.

Metal met metal with a loud clang. Momentarily stunned, the ninja made his gravest mistake-- he hesitated. Caleia took the opportunity and kicked him, causing him to fall to his knees. She jumped up and executed a perfect stop-thrust, arm and sword extended as one, into the ninja's chest, piercing through his heart.

She unlodged her sword with a sharp pull, the Ansatsu falling forward as she did, blood pouring out of his wound. Sayana, again, burned itself clean. Caleia's shoulder still bleed, staining some of her clothes. Sheathing her sword, Caleia kneeled beside the Ansatsu's body. He was dead, but Caleia knew his spirit was still in the graveyard, not yet passed into the Realm of Death. Where he was now, a sorcerer could bring him back as part of a Krevin or likewise. To assure that his soul would come to rest in the Realm of Death, Caleia decided to give him his final rites. Besides, it was the least she felt she could do. She knew that those of the ninja clan were mercenaries, and they would not seek revenge on her, nor speak of this incident, though they would know it. She owed it to them to set the Ansatsu's spirit free.

Hands over the Ansatsu's body, palms down, Caleia began chanting an old spell of the rites of death-- a spell that summoned wind, water, fire, earth, light, and darkness: the elements of the realms. The soft glow of the maiden of Soul Release (from that card) descended and guided the Ansatsu's soul to the realm of the dead. Blue flames spread over the body, turning it to black ash. Caleia laid the ninja's sword over his remains before getting up and continuing down the corridor.

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Yami was having troubles of his own. The Dokuryaiba had pushed him further and further down the corridor. Even the clashes from Bakura's sword seemed far off and distant, like echoes.

But he didn't have time to think about that now. The Dokuryaiba spun at him again. He didn't have time to raise his sword; so instead, he turned to dodge it.

The quick move prevented that monster from taking off his head, but it wasn't quick enough to stop it from cutting his cheek. A drop of blood rolled down his cheek to his mouth, the stinging pain of the cut pushed to the back of his mind. Yami raised his sword to guard again. There seemed no way to defeat the cursed boomerang, and he did not want to summon monsters and have them involved in this endeavor. That, option, though, seemed to be needed more and more, and Yami argued with himself on it.

Half-distracted, the pharaoh was not completely ready when the Dokuryaiba attacked him again. The momentum of it knocking into his sword threw Yami into the wall and knocked his sword away. He groaned as his head contacted with the stones, as black dots started to cloud his vision-- a concussion, most likely. He could just barely make out the Dokuryaiba flying at him, seeming to be almost in slow motion, but his body refused to respond to his commands to move.

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Seto struggled against his bindings as the magic surged through his body. It felt like his mind was going to explode, and that every cell in his body was on fire. Somehow, he knew what Morsei was trying to do, and resisted. Remnants of his powers in past life as a High Priest helped him, but his energy and mind were growing ever so weak. A sudden surge of magic was enough to finally overwhelm him. Seto shouted in agony before becoming quiet, eyes closed, bindings becoming slack.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, but they did not seem to be his own. Morsei, standing in front of him, waved a hand, the bindings of Seto disappearing. Seto dropped to one knee and bowed his head.

"How may I serve you, Master?" Morsei grinned with wicked satisfaction.

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ouh! Good ending place! That, and… I just can't think anymore… writer's block evil… I'm totally lost rite now… gotta go think some more… well, till next time, c ya all.

~Kirsta~