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By the way, I forgot what Yugi's grandfather's name was, so I call him Mr. Motto. If that's not his last name, SORRY-*-__-*-
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CHAPTER TWELVE:: DOUZE:: DOS:: SHI ER (THAT'S SPANISH FRENCH AND CHINESE FOR TWELVE BTW IM NOT SURE HOW TO SPELL IT IN SPANISH THOUGH)
Isis eyes shot open as a bowl careened towards her from under the door. As she crawled toward it, she saw that it contained some kind of porridge. The food wasn't exactly decent, but it was welcoming. She gulped it down in small sips, then fed the rest to Mokuba. His health was becoming worse and worse. His lack of nutrition was taking a drastic toll.
"C'mon, Mokuba. We're getting out of here. I don't care if we're going to have to risk our lives doing it, but we're not going to be penned up any longer by that maniac." Isis had learned her lesson about Marik. He was unchangeable.
She scanned the dungeon for nooks and crannies. There was a window, but it was thick and had steel bars going across it. She swept the floor with her hands, searching for any signs of an opening. There was nothing.
And then, as she glanced around, she suddenly spotted something golden flicker for a second…
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"Mr. Motto, Mr. Motto, I need your help."
Yugi's grandfather opened the door and stared into the face of a familiar teenager.
"Thank god you're home," the teenager panted. "By the way, my name is Seto Kaiba. I need your help."
"Mr. Kaiba," Mr. Motto answered. "Come on in."
Seto took no time in settling himself down. He began talking instantly.
"Mr. Motto, did you know Gozubaro Kaiba, my stepfather?"
Mr. Motto raised his eyebrow at the name and hesitantly answered.
"Why yes, I did. He was a few years younger than myself, but I remember him as an arrogant, bullying man. He berated others for fun…yet he always got his laughs."
"Well, did you know of any, say, secrets, that he had? Any at all?"
"Secrets?" Mr. Motto gulped slightly.
"Yes, secrets. You know something?"
Mr. Motto opened and closed his mouth, each time failing to release any words. Finally, he answered.
"If you really need to know, I have some possessions of his that you may care to see. Follow me."
Seto followed the old man into a room in the back of the house. The room had walls plastered with Duel Monster pictures.
"Here," Mr. Motto muttered as he yanked open a drawer. He took out three silver objects. "These belonged to Gozubaro Kaiba. I've tried to decipher the ancient writing on them for years, but I still can't understand what they mean."
"May I take a look?" asked Seto. Mr. Motto gently handed them to him. The three objects were miniatures of a sword, a crown, and an oddly shaped heart.
Seto realized, as he examined the writing on the sword, that he could read the words. They gave a pleasant and familiar feeling…
"I can't explain this, but I understand what this means. I don't know how; I don't even know what language this is written in."
Mr. Motto peered into the face of Seto Kaiba.
"Well, what do they say, son?"
Seto squinted and translated each word as well as he could.
"It says: Power is strength. Strength is fortitude. Fortitude is heart. Heart is infinite."
"Wow…" marveled Mr. Motto. "Never in all my years have I encountered anything so extraordinary. How you can read this, I may never know, but this was destined for you. How about the writing on the crown, or the heart?"
Seto slowly translated these words.
"The heart says, 'When one and one become two, it is perfection. When one and one become three, it is love.' And the crown says, 'Power can be enclosed. Desire is eternal."
"I think these objects are meant to give you advice…"
Seto looked up with sudden comprehension.
"And excellent advice it is… Mr. Motto, my dilemna is that Marik Ishtar, the bearer of the Millennium Rod, has kidnapped my brother. I believe he wants to sacrifice my brother's life in order to strengthen his Rod. His ultimate goal is to control all seven Millennium Items, and by making his more powerful than the others, he can somehow control them.
"And there's another part," he continued. "Marik's sister, Isis Ishtar, tried to help me. But for some reason, she deserted me. I can't figure it out; maybe she doesn't care for me. But I have a feeling that she's in danger. While she was with me, I felt…deep passion toward her. I think I was falling in love with her."
Mr. Motto fingered the silver objects. Their brilliance vibrated in his eyes. He shook his head in amazement.
"My son, this was meant for you. I suppose the sword is telling you that Marik is not indestructible. He has power, but only from his Rod. Does he have mental and physical strength? Is he brave? Is he daring? Would he sacrifice his life? I doubt it. And most importantly, does he have heart? No, I have a notion that his heart is made of ice."
"And therefore," Seto's voice grew. "If he has no heart, his power is not infinite."
"Exactly! And the heart is saying that it is only true love when a pair is greater than the sum of its parts. You may equal one, and Isis may equal one, but when you are combined, you will equal three if the bond between you is strong enough."
Seto nodded his head in agreement.
"And the crown, which symbolizes authority and power, is saying that power can be restrained if there is enough force against it. But if you have enough desire, no one can stop you."
Seto's eyes shone with new life. "Mr. Motto, how did you get these objects? You explained that Gozubaro was a bully, so I doubt you were friends."
"I actually got them from another man," answered Mr. Motto. "He was auctioning them off after Gozubaro's death. He said they belonged to him but were useless. I suppose he was a good friend of Gozubaro's."
Seto made connections between the people he had met recently and asked an important question. He hoped the answer was yes.
"Was this man's name, er, Kenton? Clark Kenton?"
"No," replied Mr. Motto as he thought. Seto's eyes drooped. "I remember it as… Rezowsky."
Seto snapped his fingers as he tried to remember where he had heard that name before.
"Yes!" he exclaimed after a few moments. "It was him, wasn't it? Kenton's assistant! Here, let's sit down. Tell me everything you know about this Rezowsky, Marik Ishtar, and Gozubaro. Everthing."
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sorry I kinda ended that on a cliffhanger. but it's a good cliffhanger huh? J but hey when ppl read fanfics they get sick of it after a while so long chpts aren't that good…
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stay tune for the next chapter ITS GONNA BE AWESOME BEYOND UR SAD SAD IMAGINATION and stay tune for the rest of the story cuz I promise THERES GONNA BE ANOTHER KISS o yeh… but I might make it rele depressing in the end though but still ITS GONNA BE AWESOME
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