((Sorry for the lack of updates. -_- School has limited the amount of time I have to write.
By the way, I just added the little bit in the summary that I'm using characters from 'Magic Knight Rayearth'. Not enough to count as a crossover though. A little cheesy x.o
Hope you like this chapter!))
The scorching sun rose the next day, giving off a suspicious aura. As Seto left the temple, he looked down at his side, a clear glass bottle swinging at his side. The bottle contained the spirit of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, the spirit he planned to make as strong as possible so he could defeat Pharaoh Yugi…
Tan sandals dug into the sand in a bored manner, making no particular figure. A sigh escaped him. A slight wind picked up, blowing his robes. The sound of footsteps…
Turning in the direction of the approaching person, he almost hoped it was… Could it be…?
To his disappointment, his eyes met with the Pharaoh's purple ones, immediately looking away. Where had that tomb robber had gone? Not like he cared. He just wished to see Bakura again… He seemed like the only other person in the entire city that was sane. Even if he was just a tomb robber… Social status had never really gone to his mind, unlike-
"Priest Seto!"
"Yes, Yugi-sama?"
Seto bowed his head, his eyes closing. He knew what was coming.
Yugi now stood in front of him, furious, purple eyes frowning at him. Seto knew he was trying as hard as he could to contain his anger.
"Seto… last night, a prisoner escaped from the dungeon… That prisoner is one of the most clever and merciless tomb robbers in Egypt. And the last person in there was, reportedly, you. You wouldn't happen to know what happened to him, do you?"
"I know nothing, Yugi-sama. I only approached the robber to give him a thrashing for his crimes, and to pray to Ra to curse him, and that is all."
Yugi pondered Seto's response for a moment, the priest awaiting some sort of reaction. Turning away from Seto, Yugi tossed his purple cape behind him. Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder, an almost seductive look in his eyes.
"I'll be watching you *closely*, High Priest Seto."
With that, Yugi disappeared around the corner of the temple, leaving Seto with a cold stare. Two brown eyes watched from the shadows, unaware to Seto. The tomb robber would indeed make his appearance. And soon.
The sun was just setting when Priest Seto entered the throne room, the porch area glowing with radiant, orange warmth. Servants were lighting torches, illuminating the throne room with a soft glow. Golden items gleamed in the dim light, almost making him sleepy. Yawning, he approached the Pharaoh with his evening report.
Yugi was obviously still upset from earlier, his eyes following his every move and not saying a word. Coming to a stop in front of the throne, he bent forward, bowing. He felt so stupid…
"I've come to give you the spirit monster and labor report, Yugi-sama."
Yugi simply stared, his head propped up by his left arm. Deciding it was safe to speak, he took the first scroll, reading the status on how far along the pyramids were. Yugi didn't seem to be listening.
When he was finished, he looked up from the scroll, only to see the Pharaoh crack a small smile, his tongue lining his bottom lip.
Arching a brow, Seto kept his eyes on the Pharaoh, almost afraid to look away for fear of being raped. Reaching for the next scroll in his hand, he saw the look of desire in Yugi's purple hues. Gulping, he felt the scrolls slip from his grasp, scattering about the marble floor. Shit!
No matter. He used this as an excuse to get away from Yugi. For the time being at least. Bending over, he began to gather up the scrolls, when the movement of a curtain caught his eye. The silk, red curtain swayed, as if a wind had blown it. Obviously, someone was trying to hide.
One of the scrolls had rolled over in the curtain's direction. Hoping the Pharaoh had not seen the material's movement; he cautiously crept towards the suspicious curtain.
As his hand gripped the scroll, his cerulean eyes lifted, only to see the outline of a familiar form behind the red material. Silver hair could be seen from the angle he stood at, a bag of gold by his feet. Bakura…
Yugi had noticed the look on his face, and was now dismounting his golden throne. Making his way down the carpeted steps, he spoke up.
"Seto, is something bothering you?"
"No… Nothing at all…"
As much as Seto had wanted to sound composed, he failed miserably. The Pharaoh drew closer, that glare still lining his eyes.
"What is it Seto?"
Seto panicked. He couldn't let Bakura get arrested again. Blue hues moved behind the curtain, where Bakura remained, a solemn look upon his face. He looked as if he knew what was coming.
By now, Yugi was only a few feet away. Without a second thought, Seto did the first thing that came to his mind.
"Yugi-sama!"
Yugi paused for a moment, both from the cry of his name and the distressed look upon Seto's face. An uneasy silence soaked up the room.
Bakura watched Seto from the shadows. What the hell was Seto doing? He was going to get punished no matter what he said. Kicking the bag of gold beside him, both heads turned in his direction.
"What the hell…? What was that?"
Seto gritted his teeth. Yugi moved in Bakura's direction, still unable to see his slim form behind the curtain. Seto's arm shot out, grabbing Yugi's slim form and pulling him away from the curtain. Taking the Pharaoh by the shoulder, he turned his back to Bakura, making sure he wasn't seen.
"Seto?! What the hell are you-"
Seto's lips enclosed over Yugi's, silencing him for the moment. Thin arms wrapped around the Pharaoh's shoulders, his hand motioning for the window closest to Bakura.
Bakura stared, feeling his stomach churn. He'd never felt so sick in his life… Even though Seto had saved him a *second* time, something didn't feel right. It was almost as if he felt Seto should be kissing him, not the Pharaoh…
Bull shit. Gathering the bags of gold in his arms, Bakura swiftly and silently made his way out the window, leaving the sick feeling behind him.
****Seto's POV****
Well, I'd done it. I had unwillingly made love to the Pharaoh, just so Bakura could get away. It killed my ego to know I had stooped so low as to do such a thing… Just to save a tomb robber…
My blue hues gazed across the Yugi's room, seeing all my garments scattered among the Pharaoh's, covering most of the marble floor. Yugi probably felt pretty proud of himself right about now.
The sheets rustled to the left of me, indicating that Yugi was awake. The smaller one crawled over to me, resting his head upon my bare chest. The grin upon Yugi's face gave away that something wasn't right. Narrowing my eyes, I spoke up.
"…what?"
A deep chuckle filled the room. A sinister look filled his eyes as his unclothed body slid on top of mine, holding my arms down with his slender hands. Leaning down, he whispered into my ear.
"I hope you know, I knew all along about that tomb robber behind the curtain. I knew he was coming, and that you'd want to help him."
My heart stopped as I felt my blood turn cold with hate. My hands gripped Yugi's wrists, pushing him off my body. I had to leave then before I killed him…
Yugi didn't make an attempt to stop me as I sloppily threw on my clothes. Once outside Yugi's room, I felt my mind begin to slip. It felt horrible to know I'd been used…
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse… Yugi poked his head out of his doorway, the grin still smeared on his face. Emerging from his room, he leaned against the wall next to me, still halfway dressed.
"You know, I wasn't finished."
I was afraid to hear what else the Pharaoh had done to ruin my life. My knees were already weak… Sliding to the ground, I gathered my head in my hands, preparing myself for any more depressing news. Yugi kneeled down beside me, taking my hair in his hand and pulling my face close to his.
"When that thief slipped out the window last night, I had guards waiting for him. Your precious tomb robber is currently in the deepest pits of the dungeon, chained and guarded so that you won't be able to rescue him this time."
Letting my hair go, he got to his feet, roaring with laughter. Bakura… He'd been captured? I had done all that for nothing? And I hadn't saved him-
The vision of the Pharaoh became blurry as I felt my body slide limply to the ground. The blurriness faded to blackness as Yugi's laughter became fainter and fainter until it was no longer heard…
****Normal POV****
Deep within the shadowy, humid dungeon, Bakura was chained to the wall once again, this time within a small, windowless room. Guards stood just outside the door, torches burning on the wall beside them, being the only light in the entire stone corridor.
Bakura now sank to the ground, the back of his head purposely colliding with the solid wall behind him. I was such an idiot…
Luckily, he had managed to keep a spare lock pick entwined in his hair, unnoticed by the soldiers that had searched him. The chains that binded him to the wall were longer than he thought, so he was able to reach and untangle it from the mess of silver strands. The guards that stood watch hadn't heard a thing. Only chains rattling and his muttering.
He then unlocked the shackles as quietly as he could, then placed them loosely around his ankles and wrists so he could get free quicker without the guards being too suspicious.
After what seemed like hours of pure, deadly silence, a guard knocked on the wooden door. It noisily creaked open as the guard stepped in.
"It's time we feed the animals!"
The two guards behind him chuckled at his joke, following him in. Time for him to work his magic. Thin wrists and ankles slipped from the shackles, leaving them in a pile of chains behind him. The guard that held his "food" was the first to fall as a powerful kick was sent directly into the side of his unprotected neck. Dropping the bowl of slop all over the floor, he fell face first to the ground, unconscious from the kick to such a sensitive spot.
The guards that stood behind him already began to run up the stairs, calling for help. Bakura flew after them, kicking at the back of their legs, tripping them on the spot. Both guards fell on the stairs, falling down a few steps.
Bakura followed, kicking one in the genitals and the second in the side of the head.
"Oh look, you're in pain. Might as well end your misery…"
Leaning over, Bakura took the first guard's sword from its sheath, the blade immediately being lodged into his neck. The sticky, crimson substance began to spurt from the wide wound.
As luck would have it, more guards were stomping down the stairwell. They had apparently heard the guards' cries of help. Too late to save them now.
But before Bakura knew it, the guards had surrounded him. Thick, muscularly arms grabbed at him from every angle, forcing him to drop the sword and drop to the ground, all at the same time.
Well shit. He was actually going to get away with it. Well, not any more. Giving up all hope, his head lowered to the ground, as he felt thick, prickly ropes wrap around his wrists and legs. Why even bother struggling? They were planning on executing him sooner or later. Why not let it be now?
The guards pulled out their whips and weapons, all gathering around and waiting for their turn to beat him. Whips lashed and cracked across his back and legs, random cuts forming into huge gashes. One of the guards began to kick him in the side, which, after a while, began to make him lose his breath. Choking on the blood he was coughing up, he felt a foot being lodged between his shoulder blades. He wished he could die then and there.
The wooden door at the top of the stairwell flung open as a strong wind current traveled down to the soldiers, blowing out their torches. They all began to cry out in fear, dropping to the ground and shielding themselves with their arms.
Silence filled the room as it grew dark once again, the only light being the open door, which was steadily closing. A deadly silence conquered the room. Guards shifted and swords clanked against armor and the stone wall as they all lifted to their feet at once.
"What the hell happened?"
"What was that?"
They all began to mutter amongst themselves until a low growl emerged from the darkness. They all fell silent again as one of the brave guards lit a torch. Out of the shadows emerged the huge, elegant Blue Eyes White Dragon spirit, growling between its teeth.
The guards panicked, all trying to rush up the stairs at once, trampling the already beat Bakura. They didn't get very far. The dragon followed them to the edge of the stairway, making sure to dodge Bakura, and opened its mouth. A white beam of lightning submerged from its mouth, electrifying every soldier in its path.
As the lightning died down, the soldiers' remains smoked as they began to cool. Ugh, they'd barely been dead a minute and they had already begun to stink. Bakura then realized the dragon had not harmed him…
Lifting his head, he only saw empty space behind him. Where had the dragon gone…?
****Seto's POV****
The clear glass bottle began to sway at my side, showing that my Blue Eyes White Dragon spirit had returned.
"Good job, Blue Eyes."
I whispered to the bottle, my finger delicately lining the glass. The bottle became warm to my touch. This is how I knew Blue Eyes was there and content. Lifting my head from the bottle's side, I turned to depart down the hall. It was almost time for the daily duel. Then again, maybe I shouldn't go today. Already, the word had spread, and I was now considered one of the Pharaoh's many whores. What a great title.
I was already trying to plan my revenge on him for tricking me. I would never bow to my Pharaoh again.
Leaning against the wall, I heard a noise below me. It was a scratching noise, much like the sound of… of… My head tilted down. I had been right. Beside my foot scurried a jet-black scorpion, at least 4 or 5 inches in length. It paused for a moment, as if in thought or waiting on something. Although, I knew very well it wasn't.
My eyes narrowed as a grin spread across my lips. An idea began to formulate in my head… I would get my revenge on Yugi…
Bending down, I took the scorpion carefully by the tail. Surprisingly, it didn't make any attempt to get away. It was as if it knew what I was planning.
"It seems you want revenge on him too, hm? Well then, off we go."
The next day, I heard the Pharaoh's sobs before I had even entered the throne room. Apparently, my plan had worked. After letting out my snickers, I put on my most solemn face, pulling back the curtain, and entering the room.
I found Yugi curled up on the steps the led to his throne, madly sobbing. I pretended to be sympathetic, leaning over him and placing my hand on his small shoulder.
"Yugi-sama, what troubles you?"
Yugi sobbed a few moments before he looked up at me. I had never seen anyone so miserable in my life… I almost felt bad for what I had done. Then again, I hadn't planned what I heard next…
"Seto…" Yugi choked out between sobs, "Last night, *hic*, a scorpion got into Jounouchi's room and stung him… He's deadly ill now from the poison…"
I patted Yugi's shoulder, still pretending to care. But Yugi wasn't finished. I felt his body tremble to my touch as he lifted his hand from the throne's cushion to reveal a bloody cloth…
"And… *hic*, and Hikaru-chan… she got stung too… and now she… she's dead-" Yugi burst into a flood of tears once again, clutching the cloth tight to his chest. I felt my heart drop for a moment. I never had anything against young Hikaru, nor had I planned on anyone else getting hurt besides Jounouchi…
The night before, I had snuck into Jounouchi's room and had placed the scorpion underneath his pillow. At least that half of the plan worked… As for Hikaru, I felt horrible.
Yugi's fragile body sank to the ground, curling up into a little ball. Tears streamed from his eyes, staining his cheeks, falling onto Hikaru's bloody cloth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Umi and Fuu peeking from around the corner. And by the look on their faces, I knew they were aware of what had happened…
****Umi's POV****
The previous day, before we had gone to the duel monster's tournament, I had seen Priest Seto in the hallway. It seemed pretty suspicious to me…
Once Fuu had left to the tournament, I decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Once I had caught up with the distrustful priest, I realized he was outside of Jounouchi's room.
Apparently he hadn't seen me and continued to sneak around the corner. Just then, I caught sight of something in his hand… A scorpion…
I decided to keep my mouth shut. Until now. I bet he planned for that scorpion to go into Hikaru's room. I will have my revenge on you, Priest Seto.
((Bit of graphic-ness in this chapter. Tell me what you think! Please review! ))
By the way, I just added the little bit in the summary that I'm using characters from 'Magic Knight Rayearth'. Not enough to count as a crossover though. A little cheesy x.o
Hope you like this chapter!))
The scorching sun rose the next day, giving off a suspicious aura. As Seto left the temple, he looked down at his side, a clear glass bottle swinging at his side. The bottle contained the spirit of the Blue Eyes White Dragon, the spirit he planned to make as strong as possible so he could defeat Pharaoh Yugi…
Tan sandals dug into the sand in a bored manner, making no particular figure. A sigh escaped him. A slight wind picked up, blowing his robes. The sound of footsteps…
Turning in the direction of the approaching person, he almost hoped it was… Could it be…?
To his disappointment, his eyes met with the Pharaoh's purple ones, immediately looking away. Where had that tomb robber had gone? Not like he cared. He just wished to see Bakura again… He seemed like the only other person in the entire city that was sane. Even if he was just a tomb robber… Social status had never really gone to his mind, unlike-
"Priest Seto!"
"Yes, Yugi-sama?"
Seto bowed his head, his eyes closing. He knew what was coming.
Yugi now stood in front of him, furious, purple eyes frowning at him. Seto knew he was trying as hard as he could to contain his anger.
"Seto… last night, a prisoner escaped from the dungeon… That prisoner is one of the most clever and merciless tomb robbers in Egypt. And the last person in there was, reportedly, you. You wouldn't happen to know what happened to him, do you?"
"I know nothing, Yugi-sama. I only approached the robber to give him a thrashing for his crimes, and to pray to Ra to curse him, and that is all."
Yugi pondered Seto's response for a moment, the priest awaiting some sort of reaction. Turning away from Seto, Yugi tossed his purple cape behind him. Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder, an almost seductive look in his eyes.
"I'll be watching you *closely*, High Priest Seto."
With that, Yugi disappeared around the corner of the temple, leaving Seto with a cold stare. Two brown eyes watched from the shadows, unaware to Seto. The tomb robber would indeed make his appearance. And soon.
The sun was just setting when Priest Seto entered the throne room, the porch area glowing with radiant, orange warmth. Servants were lighting torches, illuminating the throne room with a soft glow. Golden items gleamed in the dim light, almost making him sleepy. Yawning, he approached the Pharaoh with his evening report.
Yugi was obviously still upset from earlier, his eyes following his every move and not saying a word. Coming to a stop in front of the throne, he bent forward, bowing. He felt so stupid…
"I've come to give you the spirit monster and labor report, Yugi-sama."
Yugi simply stared, his head propped up by his left arm. Deciding it was safe to speak, he took the first scroll, reading the status on how far along the pyramids were. Yugi didn't seem to be listening.
When he was finished, he looked up from the scroll, only to see the Pharaoh crack a small smile, his tongue lining his bottom lip.
Arching a brow, Seto kept his eyes on the Pharaoh, almost afraid to look away for fear of being raped. Reaching for the next scroll in his hand, he saw the look of desire in Yugi's purple hues. Gulping, he felt the scrolls slip from his grasp, scattering about the marble floor. Shit!
No matter. He used this as an excuse to get away from Yugi. For the time being at least. Bending over, he began to gather up the scrolls, when the movement of a curtain caught his eye. The silk, red curtain swayed, as if a wind had blown it. Obviously, someone was trying to hide.
One of the scrolls had rolled over in the curtain's direction. Hoping the Pharaoh had not seen the material's movement; he cautiously crept towards the suspicious curtain.
As his hand gripped the scroll, his cerulean eyes lifted, only to see the outline of a familiar form behind the red material. Silver hair could be seen from the angle he stood at, a bag of gold by his feet. Bakura…
Yugi had noticed the look on his face, and was now dismounting his golden throne. Making his way down the carpeted steps, he spoke up.
"Seto, is something bothering you?"
"No… Nothing at all…"
As much as Seto had wanted to sound composed, he failed miserably. The Pharaoh drew closer, that glare still lining his eyes.
"What is it Seto?"
Seto panicked. He couldn't let Bakura get arrested again. Blue hues moved behind the curtain, where Bakura remained, a solemn look upon his face. He looked as if he knew what was coming.
By now, Yugi was only a few feet away. Without a second thought, Seto did the first thing that came to his mind.
"Yugi-sama!"
Yugi paused for a moment, both from the cry of his name and the distressed look upon Seto's face. An uneasy silence soaked up the room.
Bakura watched Seto from the shadows. What the hell was Seto doing? He was going to get punished no matter what he said. Kicking the bag of gold beside him, both heads turned in his direction.
"What the hell…? What was that?"
Seto gritted his teeth. Yugi moved in Bakura's direction, still unable to see his slim form behind the curtain. Seto's arm shot out, grabbing Yugi's slim form and pulling him away from the curtain. Taking the Pharaoh by the shoulder, he turned his back to Bakura, making sure he wasn't seen.
"Seto?! What the hell are you-"
Seto's lips enclosed over Yugi's, silencing him for the moment. Thin arms wrapped around the Pharaoh's shoulders, his hand motioning for the window closest to Bakura.
Bakura stared, feeling his stomach churn. He'd never felt so sick in his life… Even though Seto had saved him a *second* time, something didn't feel right. It was almost as if he felt Seto should be kissing him, not the Pharaoh…
Bull shit. Gathering the bags of gold in his arms, Bakura swiftly and silently made his way out the window, leaving the sick feeling behind him.
****Seto's POV****
Well, I'd done it. I had unwillingly made love to the Pharaoh, just so Bakura could get away. It killed my ego to know I had stooped so low as to do such a thing… Just to save a tomb robber…
My blue hues gazed across the Yugi's room, seeing all my garments scattered among the Pharaoh's, covering most of the marble floor. Yugi probably felt pretty proud of himself right about now.
The sheets rustled to the left of me, indicating that Yugi was awake. The smaller one crawled over to me, resting his head upon my bare chest. The grin upon Yugi's face gave away that something wasn't right. Narrowing my eyes, I spoke up.
"…what?"
A deep chuckle filled the room. A sinister look filled his eyes as his unclothed body slid on top of mine, holding my arms down with his slender hands. Leaning down, he whispered into my ear.
"I hope you know, I knew all along about that tomb robber behind the curtain. I knew he was coming, and that you'd want to help him."
My heart stopped as I felt my blood turn cold with hate. My hands gripped Yugi's wrists, pushing him off my body. I had to leave then before I killed him…
Yugi didn't make an attempt to stop me as I sloppily threw on my clothes. Once outside Yugi's room, I felt my mind begin to slip. It felt horrible to know I'd been used…
And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse… Yugi poked his head out of his doorway, the grin still smeared on his face. Emerging from his room, he leaned against the wall next to me, still halfway dressed.
"You know, I wasn't finished."
I was afraid to hear what else the Pharaoh had done to ruin my life. My knees were already weak… Sliding to the ground, I gathered my head in my hands, preparing myself for any more depressing news. Yugi kneeled down beside me, taking my hair in his hand and pulling my face close to his.
"When that thief slipped out the window last night, I had guards waiting for him. Your precious tomb robber is currently in the deepest pits of the dungeon, chained and guarded so that you won't be able to rescue him this time."
Letting my hair go, he got to his feet, roaring with laughter. Bakura… He'd been captured? I had done all that for nothing? And I hadn't saved him-
The vision of the Pharaoh became blurry as I felt my body slide limply to the ground. The blurriness faded to blackness as Yugi's laughter became fainter and fainter until it was no longer heard…
****Normal POV****
Deep within the shadowy, humid dungeon, Bakura was chained to the wall once again, this time within a small, windowless room. Guards stood just outside the door, torches burning on the wall beside them, being the only light in the entire stone corridor.
Bakura now sank to the ground, the back of his head purposely colliding with the solid wall behind him. I was such an idiot…
Luckily, he had managed to keep a spare lock pick entwined in his hair, unnoticed by the soldiers that had searched him. The chains that binded him to the wall were longer than he thought, so he was able to reach and untangle it from the mess of silver strands. The guards that stood watch hadn't heard a thing. Only chains rattling and his muttering.
He then unlocked the shackles as quietly as he could, then placed them loosely around his ankles and wrists so he could get free quicker without the guards being too suspicious.
After what seemed like hours of pure, deadly silence, a guard knocked on the wooden door. It noisily creaked open as the guard stepped in.
"It's time we feed the animals!"
The two guards behind him chuckled at his joke, following him in. Time for him to work his magic. Thin wrists and ankles slipped from the shackles, leaving them in a pile of chains behind him. The guard that held his "food" was the first to fall as a powerful kick was sent directly into the side of his unprotected neck. Dropping the bowl of slop all over the floor, he fell face first to the ground, unconscious from the kick to such a sensitive spot.
The guards that stood behind him already began to run up the stairs, calling for help. Bakura flew after them, kicking at the back of their legs, tripping them on the spot. Both guards fell on the stairs, falling down a few steps.
Bakura followed, kicking one in the genitals and the second in the side of the head.
"Oh look, you're in pain. Might as well end your misery…"
Leaning over, Bakura took the first guard's sword from its sheath, the blade immediately being lodged into his neck. The sticky, crimson substance began to spurt from the wide wound.
As luck would have it, more guards were stomping down the stairwell. They had apparently heard the guards' cries of help. Too late to save them now.
But before Bakura knew it, the guards had surrounded him. Thick, muscularly arms grabbed at him from every angle, forcing him to drop the sword and drop to the ground, all at the same time.
Well shit. He was actually going to get away with it. Well, not any more. Giving up all hope, his head lowered to the ground, as he felt thick, prickly ropes wrap around his wrists and legs. Why even bother struggling? They were planning on executing him sooner or later. Why not let it be now?
The guards pulled out their whips and weapons, all gathering around and waiting for their turn to beat him. Whips lashed and cracked across his back and legs, random cuts forming into huge gashes. One of the guards began to kick him in the side, which, after a while, began to make him lose his breath. Choking on the blood he was coughing up, he felt a foot being lodged between his shoulder blades. He wished he could die then and there.
The wooden door at the top of the stairwell flung open as a strong wind current traveled down to the soldiers, blowing out their torches. They all began to cry out in fear, dropping to the ground and shielding themselves with their arms.
Silence filled the room as it grew dark once again, the only light being the open door, which was steadily closing. A deadly silence conquered the room. Guards shifted and swords clanked against armor and the stone wall as they all lifted to their feet at once.
"What the hell happened?"
"What was that?"
They all began to mutter amongst themselves until a low growl emerged from the darkness. They all fell silent again as one of the brave guards lit a torch. Out of the shadows emerged the huge, elegant Blue Eyes White Dragon spirit, growling between its teeth.
The guards panicked, all trying to rush up the stairs at once, trampling the already beat Bakura. They didn't get very far. The dragon followed them to the edge of the stairway, making sure to dodge Bakura, and opened its mouth. A white beam of lightning submerged from its mouth, electrifying every soldier in its path.
As the lightning died down, the soldiers' remains smoked as they began to cool. Ugh, they'd barely been dead a minute and they had already begun to stink. Bakura then realized the dragon had not harmed him…
Lifting his head, he only saw empty space behind him. Where had the dragon gone…?
****Seto's POV****
The clear glass bottle began to sway at my side, showing that my Blue Eyes White Dragon spirit had returned.
"Good job, Blue Eyes."
I whispered to the bottle, my finger delicately lining the glass. The bottle became warm to my touch. This is how I knew Blue Eyes was there and content. Lifting my head from the bottle's side, I turned to depart down the hall. It was almost time for the daily duel. Then again, maybe I shouldn't go today. Already, the word had spread, and I was now considered one of the Pharaoh's many whores. What a great title.
I was already trying to plan my revenge on him for tricking me. I would never bow to my Pharaoh again.
Leaning against the wall, I heard a noise below me. It was a scratching noise, much like the sound of… of… My head tilted down. I had been right. Beside my foot scurried a jet-black scorpion, at least 4 or 5 inches in length. It paused for a moment, as if in thought or waiting on something. Although, I knew very well it wasn't.
My eyes narrowed as a grin spread across my lips. An idea began to formulate in my head… I would get my revenge on Yugi…
Bending down, I took the scorpion carefully by the tail. Surprisingly, it didn't make any attempt to get away. It was as if it knew what I was planning.
"It seems you want revenge on him too, hm? Well then, off we go."
The next day, I heard the Pharaoh's sobs before I had even entered the throne room. Apparently, my plan had worked. After letting out my snickers, I put on my most solemn face, pulling back the curtain, and entering the room.
I found Yugi curled up on the steps the led to his throne, madly sobbing. I pretended to be sympathetic, leaning over him and placing my hand on his small shoulder.
"Yugi-sama, what troubles you?"
Yugi sobbed a few moments before he looked up at me. I had never seen anyone so miserable in my life… I almost felt bad for what I had done. Then again, I hadn't planned what I heard next…
"Seto…" Yugi choked out between sobs, "Last night, *hic*, a scorpion got into Jounouchi's room and stung him… He's deadly ill now from the poison…"
I patted Yugi's shoulder, still pretending to care. But Yugi wasn't finished. I felt his body tremble to my touch as he lifted his hand from the throne's cushion to reveal a bloody cloth…
"And… *hic*, and Hikaru-chan… she got stung too… and now she… she's dead-" Yugi burst into a flood of tears once again, clutching the cloth tight to his chest. I felt my heart drop for a moment. I never had anything against young Hikaru, nor had I planned on anyone else getting hurt besides Jounouchi…
The night before, I had snuck into Jounouchi's room and had placed the scorpion underneath his pillow. At least that half of the plan worked… As for Hikaru, I felt horrible.
Yugi's fragile body sank to the ground, curling up into a little ball. Tears streamed from his eyes, staining his cheeks, falling onto Hikaru's bloody cloth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Umi and Fuu peeking from around the corner. And by the look on their faces, I knew they were aware of what had happened…
****Umi's POV****
The previous day, before we had gone to the duel monster's tournament, I had seen Priest Seto in the hallway. It seemed pretty suspicious to me…
Once Fuu had left to the tournament, I decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Once I had caught up with the distrustful priest, I realized he was outside of Jounouchi's room.
Apparently he hadn't seen me and continued to sneak around the corner. Just then, I caught sight of something in his hand… A scorpion…
I decided to keep my mouth shut. Until now. I bet he planned for that scorpion to go into Hikaru's room. I will have my revenge on you, Priest Seto.
((Bit of graphic-ness in this chapter. Tell me what you think! Please review! ))