I'm not in the mood to write a whole long author into so im not. Basically this chappie ties up a few ends from the last one and leaves a few ends open on the way.
Disclaimer: Geez… who actually reads it anyway? And who would actually want to read this and not the story? If you are reading u know it by now…
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Chapter 26
Loyalty and Betrayal
Yami closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The world slipped out of focus, he was losing blood, he could just register in his mind. He waited and waited to feel the blades of the fiend slice open his neck.
It never came.
His mind was even too weak to feel the surge of power in front of him, but, using all his strength, he managed to open his eyes, just in time to see the Dokuryaiba freezing in midair, turning night black, and disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
He barely picked up a familiar magical signature, but couldn't identify before he slipped into the black oblivion of unconsciousness.
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Blood dripped from Bakura's open palm as his sword pressed harder and harder into it. He did not know how much longer he could last, and the fiend still showed no signs of weariness; he could feel his muscles tiring quickly.
The Dokuryaiba still pushed against the sword, and Bakura's arms started to give out. The fiend inched closer to his neck by the second. Bakura desperately needed a third arm so that he could draw out a card to summon. Change of Heart was what he would have liked.
The Millennium Ring glowed. A golden beam of light shot from it and formed the shape of an angel-devil—the Change of Heart. Bakura could hardly believe it.
The Dokuryaiba backed away from Bakura, but something was wrong as the tomb robber slumped to the ground. The fiend had sliced his neck just before the Change of Heart worked its magic. It had sensed it's master's peril and had come to help, but it had come a moment too late to stop the fiend from cutting the white-haired boy's neck.
The Change of Heart directed the Dokuryaiba to run into the wall and destroy itself, which it did, then kneeled next to its master. It blamed itself for this. The trickled of blood from Bakura's neck still ran.
But wait… it the tomb robber was dead, why was he still breathing?
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Sword loose in its scabbard, Caleia flew down the corridors, letting some unknown force guide her path. As she turned the corner, she sad the Witty Phantom in his night-black tuxedo, waiting for her.
Drawing her sword as she started to slow down, Caleia stopped about ten feet short of the fiend and took guard position, Sayana's blade gleaming.
Ignoring her reaction, the phantom took off his had and bowed gentlemanly to her. "You may sheath your sword, milady, I am not here to harm you," he said in his poisonous, silky smooth voice. Eyeing the fiend suspiciously, Caleia finally and warily sheathed her sword, keeping it loose, though, for if she should need it.
"Now, please follow me," the phantom continued. He walked down the corridor, Caleia following, senses intent on detecting any signs of malice.
"Where are you leading me?" she demanded.
"To see someone," Caleia's eyes narrowed. 'Morsei,' she thought automatically. Her hand fell on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it.
The Witty Phantom stopped a few feet short of what seemed like a dead end and snapped his fingers. The wall slid aside, revealing a door. The phantom opened the door and motioned Caleia in.
"Through here, milady," he said with his ever-present smile. Caleia would have liked nothing more than to wipe that stupid smile off his face, but refrained from doing so as it would cause her to delay. She walked into the room, senses on high alert.
It was completely dark, save for the light coming from the door she had just walked through, and that did not do much to illuminate the room.
So concentrated on trying to determine who or what was in the room with her, Caleia was a little startled when the door behind her shut. She spun around, but reverted her attention when the torches around the room lit themselves, momentarily blinding her.
As her eyes adjusted, Caleia saw that she was in a fairly large room. Save for the torches along the walls, there was really nothing special about it, except maybe the person in there with her. It was the last person she would have guessed.
"Seto!" she gasped, frozen with shock. Seto looked at her, but without his usual spirit in his eyes. They seemed almost blank, but Caleia didn't seem to notice. She ran to him and threw her arms around him. "Seto, you're all right," she whispered. Rough hands pushed her away. She stumbled and fell to the ground, then looked up at Seto, eyes wide with shock and disbelief—tears starting to form. "Seto?" she almost whimpered. Seto ignored her and drew a card.
"Go, my Blue Eyes White Dragon!" his voice boomed. In a flash of light and energy, the dragon appeared. Caleia let out a small gasp. What was Seto doing? "Attack with White Lightning!" The Blue Eyes held Caleia's eyes for a moment—he did not want to attack the Keeper of the Cards, his former mistress. But, at his current master's urging will, he had to. He summoned his energy and fired the white energy at the girl.
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Caleia: ahhhh!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Save me!!!!!
Seto: *wide-eyed open-mouthed* WHAT!!! I WOULD NEVER…
Kirsta: all bow down to the authoress! :-D
Everyone: *glare*
Kirsta: heh heh… or not
Bakura: I better not be dead
Kirsta: did you get the you're still breathing part??
Bakura: *sweatdrop*
Yami: I am totally at a lost, what happened
Kirsta: you're supposed to be knocked out! *knocks him out with frying pan*
Yami: x_x
*everyone shuts up*
Kirsta: ahhh!!! Peace and quiet! Heehee
Please review! Till next chappie!
~Kirsta~
