Yami-chan: Hiya loyal fans!! Glad to see ya made it this far. I'm on Thanksgiving break right now, well, it's over in one day. -_~; So I've made pretty good progress on this story. The written version is nearly finished and, for me, I'm flying with the typed version. So, as promised, here's part four!
Disclaimer: Haven't ya learned now I own only a crappy computer and my imagination?! (Which I'm not even sure is totally mine…) I own Genji, Parne, Velnia, Kaira, Rafet, and Caziel. Oh, and Raol is mine, ALL MINE!! HEHEHEHE!!! The horse rules over you all!!
Celtic: *lying on a futon and listening to YC's copy of Final Fantasy Generation S soundtrack* Okay, who let Yami-chan near the milk chocolate candy coins again?
Dark: *shrugs as he messes with the CD controls* Dunno. *goes to track 5, "Man With the Machine Gun," Laguna's battle music* ^_^ I love this song!
Genji: *trying to sleep on the too small beanbag*
Luster: *intensely focused on beating Sephiroth on Final Fantasy VII* Hey, hand some of those chocolate coin candy things over here!!
*Dark and Celtic whap him on the head with their various weapons*
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Heat.
Dry.
Dead.
Nothing.
That's what the desert was to Bahku. He had been traveling a good eight to nine hours already. The city of Cairo had long since faded from his line of vision into endless dunes of sand. Bahku slumped forward in the saddle, his head resting against the horse's neck. It was too hot….
He pulled the hood of the cloak further over his head to block out the burning sun. As much as he ached to remove the cloak, it protected him from the sun exposure. The teen reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a pouch of water. There was only about quarter left. Removing the covering over his lower face, he greedily drank the precious liquid.
Pulling Raol to a stop, Bahku dismounted. His legs almost gave way in weariness and he clutched the horse's stirrups to keep standing. Bahku poured some of the water into the stallion's mouth, who also drank wholeheartedly. After a few moments, Bahku put the pouch back and pulled himself up on the saddle once again. The journey was only beginning. After he crossing the Nile, he still had about another trip across the desert the same length as this one. At least when night fell, it would be cooler out. Now, he could only hope.
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Soon, Raol let out a small, exhausted whinny. Bahku looked up to see a small settlement. His heart leapt in his chest. The Nile crossing!! The ferry he needed to cross left from that station. Plus, he could also replenish his supplies. He encouraged Raol to a gentle trot. The sooner he got there, the better.
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Within another twenty minutes, Bahku had arrived at the crossing. He sighed in relief when he saw the combination of small, riverside shops and no guards to be seen. He trotted to the nearest shop and dismounted. After securing Raol's reins around a post, he checked his saddlebags where the money Yami had given him should be. Thankfully, it was still there. Yami hadn't had much time to scavenge for him and so had given his friend some of his own money. Pocketing the small bag and grabbing his water pouch, he headed for the store.
Little did he notice the pairs of eyes watching him walk into the shop.
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Bahku breathed deeply in the scent of the store's products of spices, wines, and other items. It was such a relief from the nothingness scent of the desert. As he looked around, he noticed there were little people in the shop. A little concerned, he walked up to the shopkeeper.
Making sure his face was still covered, he gently tapped the man's shoulder. "Uh, sir? Is it always this empty?"
The tall man turned. "Ah, hello. I'm afraid not. It's been a slow couple of months. Usually it's jam packed in here. Everyone's always after the fresh water supply." The brown-haired man studied Bahku. "Ya here to get something?"
"Oh, yes!" Bahku started. He had gotten sidetracked. "I also need some fresh water. I have a long journey ahead."
The shopkeeper nodded and took the pouch. "Where are ya headed?" he asked as he headed behind the corner.
Bahku stopped in his tracks and looked at the floor. "I'm afraid I can't tell."
The man chuckled. "Thought so with all the get-up. Get in trouble or something, young one?"
Bahku's dark eyes widened. "Ah, no.. of course not!" he replied a little too hastily. He shifted his gaze to the shelves of products. "Am I that obvious?" he whispered.
The man laughed again. "No, not really. I just like giving people a hard time, can ya tell?"
Bahku didn't know how to answer the question without getting himself in more trouble.
"It's okay, lad. Don't worry 'bout nothing. I won't rat ya out. By the way, name's Parne. I guess you can't tell me yours?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Ah, it's okay. No hard feelings. Now, how about I get ya some of that water?"
The teen nodded hesitantly.
Parne disappeared into the back room, chuckling to himself.
Sighing in relief, Bahku kept himself occupied by walking around the small shop, looking at the various products and items around the store. Parne seemed like nice guy and all, but he still wasn't safe yet and it wouldn't be wise to release any information about himself yet.
"Hey, kid."
Bahku turned as Parne emerged from the backroom. He was pleased to see his water pouch nearly bursting off the seams.
"How much do I owe you?" asked Bahku, pulling out his pouch of money.
"Two silver pieces will be enough." (AN: I not sure what currency they had back then. Bear with me)
Bahku pulled out the money and realized he didn't have too much left. He placed the silver pieces in the shopkeeper's hand and received the pouch back.
"Thank you, sir."
Parne waved a hand. "It's nothing. Just watch out. As you just witnessed, clean water's expensive around here. Someone may try to nab it from ya."
A small wave of fear surged through Bahku. "W-what are the chances of that?"
"Ah, don't worry. It's pretty slim." He eyed Bahku. "But it does happen."
Bahku nodded. "Thank you again."
"It's fine. Ya better get going. The ferry leaves in about five minutes."
"Already?!" Bahku exclaimed.
"Yep. Get going!"
Bahku turned and ran towards the door. "Good-bye Parne!"
"Farewell!" The shopkeeper watched the cloaked figure disappear out into the dirt path that served as a street around here. Watch it, boy. I sense a good spirit in ya. You better not lose it. Too many people will try to take advantage of you.
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Bahku ran out toward Raol in a mad dash. He quickly slid the water pouch back in the saddlebags.
"Okay, boy," he said, patting the horse on the side. "Time to get going again."
He placed a foot in the stirrup and hoisted himself up.
Just then a hand grabbed the back of his cloak and pulled him back. Caught off guard, Bahku fell backwards and landed roughly on the hard ground. He lay there, stunned for a moment, trying to catch his lost breath. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by a group of five brutish looking men. One was rummaging through his saddlebags. He victoriously held up the water pouch.
"Thanks for the water, kid. I don't think you'll need it much longer." The man went to scavenge through Bahku's belongings some more. But suddenly Raol, whose reins had already been untied, reared and lashed out, nearly striking the man. Raol reared again, whinnying loudly, then turned and bolted.
"Damn horse!" yelled the man. He picked up the water pouch and turned to his comrades.
"What should we do with him?" asked a tall, muscular man.
The tall man who had robbed Bahku, obviously the leader, shrugged. "I don't know. He probably doesn't have anything else on him."
"What about we have some fun?" asked a short and stocky figure. "We haven't had a nice fight for awhile."
"I doubt this runt could even put up a decent fight," mocked the leader. He looked down at Bahku. "Get up, kid."
Mentally scolding himself for letting his guard down, Bahku obeyed. The leader walked up to him. "Well, kid. Aren't you going to defend yourself?" He grabbed Bahku by the front of his cloak. "Huh?"
A sudden feeling of confidence rose in Bahku. He narrowed his eyes, the only part of him visible. "No, I won't. I won't lower myself to your pathetic level."
The thief's black eyes widened. "Why you little--"
Bahku was ready for the blow. The punch landed on the right side of his face, right below his eye. He fell back to the ground, fighting a mix of nausea and dizziness.
"We're not done with you yet, punk." The short man grabbed him and pushed him to another thief. Bahku could already feel the lower part of his face covering falling off. As he was pushed to another man, he retaliated. Having almost no clue to what he was doing, he raised a fist and clumsily, but successfully decked out the tall man. Shocked for a moment at what he had done, he was caught off guard as the another thief punched him in the lower back. Bahku could feel the breath forced out of his lungs. He swayed, but somehow stayed on his feet. He was then pushed roughly to the ground and his hood fell completely off. He wasn't aware of this at the time, trying to catch his breath and get the taste of blood out of his mouth where he had bitten his lip. He sensed rather than saw the thief come up behind him. He struck out with his legs and tripped the thief to the ground. He fell with an 'oof!' that assured Bahku he would be down for some time.
Two down, three to go, thought Bahku. He almost leapt up from the ground and tackled the nearest thief. The teen wasn't even fully aware of what he was doing. He had switched to survival mode. He would do whatever he had to do in order to survive. All that was left was the leader and one of his lackeys.
But the leader looked hesitant. "Screw this! Let's go!"
He turned tail and ran, also taking Bahku's only supply of water with him.
Bahku glared at their retreat, breathing heavily. A sudden wave of pain flared through his side where he had been struck. A broken rib, maybe? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to catch his breath. His world grew dark, then faded out completely.
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The first thing Bahku was aware of was a pounding pain in his side. The second was the somewhat familiar smell of spices and wine. He weakly tried to open his eyes, but even the dim light forced him to close them.
"Glad to see ya awake, kid."
The voice was familiar and Bahku forced his eyes open.
"Parne?"
The older man smiled and knelt by Bahku's bedside. "How ya doing? Can ya feel everything?"
Bahku started to nod, but he stopped himself. "Yes. But my side, it hurts."
Parne nodded as he lit a smoking pipe. "Thought so. You got clipped there pretty hard. Lucky ya didn't get a broken rib. Just some bruisin'." He looked back down at Bahku. "Well, if ya didn't want to be noticed before, ya sure as hell got yourself noticed now. Not many people can take down three of Clance and his gang. Not to mention your odd looks."
Bahku looked away. "I'm sorry about all the commotion I caused." He managed to sit up, despite his protesting side. "But they attacked me first. It was self-defense."
"Yeah, some self-defense. Geez, those guys were out for hours."
Bahku's eyes widened in alarm. "How long have I been out?!"
"Calm down. Just a few hours. It's dark out already and the ferry has stopped for today."
Bahku growled to himself. He had no money, no water, and no transportation. Not even a horse!
"Oh, by the way, lad. There's been this black stallion hanging around the shop. Nice lookin' animal. I was thinking of taking it myself. But it won't let anyone near it."
Bahku laughed out loud. At least something has gone right.
Parne just looked at him strangely and sighed. "Well, kid. I say ya should get some sleep. You can be out on the first ferry out if ya get some sleep now. There is a midnight ride, but ya need your rest."
Bahku nodded. "Thank you for everything, Parne."
"Pheesh. It's nothing. It's just nice to know I'm a use to someone around here."
Bahku smiled. "I guess I will get some sleep."
Parne gently rested a hand on his shoulder. "If ya need anything through the night, just holler."
"I'll be fine."
"Then…good night."
"You too."
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Almost as soon as Parne left the room, Bahku's eyes shot open. He would need to leave tonight. He could make the midnight ferry and reach the next city by mid-afternoon. Being as quiet as possible, he gathered his cloak. He couldn't risk taking any water. Besides, the act of thievery, especially from someone that had helped him, seemed horrendous.
Surprised his own natural stealth, he crept across the room without making a sound, and crept through the door.
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Raol loud a loud whinny at the appearance of its former master. Bahku quickly shushed him and grabbed the trailing reins. Even without being tied down, the horse had stayed put waiting for Bahku to reappear. Dark sure trained Raol well, thought the teen as he lead the stallion away from the building. Checking to see if everything was still in order, Bahku mounted and headed for the station.
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He barely caught the midnight ferry and found out, much to his relief, it was a free charter. Raol didn't even balk at walking onto the seemingly unsteady raft, which surprised Bahku yet again. He was the only passenger and he relaxed in the saddle as the ferry pulled away from shore. It was about a twenty minute ride so he had plenty of time to plan out his trip. He still had another eight to nine hour ride ahead of him, and this time, he didn't even have any water. It was almost a suicide attempt. Bahku shook his head as visions of his own mangled, dehydrated body laying in the sand, the unforgiving scavengers closing in. Well, let's see if the gods have any future plans for me, thought Bahku as they arrived on the western shore. With a cluck of his tongue, Raol was off in another, and perhaps final, canter into the desert night.
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By the time the sun rose once again, the former slave was about ready to give up. His water was gone, his rations were gone, and he hurt all over from the brief beatings of the thieves. He was incredibly weary. He often caught himself drifting off to sleep, nearly falling out of the saddle. But, Bahku thought to himself, a little nap now won't hurt anyone. He once again rested his head on Raol's neck. His dark eyes slowly closed. A few minutes later, his hand fell limply to his side.
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Kaira threw her whole body weight on the rope, trying to pull the bucket up from the well. The 7-year-old paused to brush a strand of black blue hair out of her face. At that moment, the rope nearly slid out of her fingers. Thank goodness. If I lost this bucket Mom would be really mad. Bracing one foot against the stone wall of the well, she pulled. But her other foot slipped out from under her and she fell.
"Oh no!"
Suddenly a hand grabbed the rope before it disappeared over the pulley and into the water. Kaira looked up to see a cloaked man. With a couple of quick pull, the bucket could be seen and was soon safely on solid ground.
Kaira smiled up at the figure. "Thank you so much sir!"
But the man suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Surprised, Kaira walked over to him. "Hey mister?"
There was no response.
"Kaira!"
The girl looked over her shoulder to see her mother. "Mewet! This guy's sick!"
Kaira's mother, Velnia arrived at her daughter's side. "Who is this man?" she questioned.
"Dunno. I almost lost the pail but then he came out of nowhere and caught it for me!"
Velnia knelt next to the figure. She gently turned him over and removed his hood. He's just a child, she instantly thought.
"He looks weird," said Kaira.
"Kaira," snapped Velnia. She pressed a finger on his pale neck. "He's alive. Prolonged sun exposure and dehydration. Bring the bucket over here."
Kaira obeyed, carrying the heavy pail over. Velnia cupped some water in her hands and tried to pour it into the teen's mouth. After a couple of attempts, the life giving liquid trickled into the stranger's mouth and he swallowed. After three more hand pulls, the stranger groaned and moved slightly in Velnia's arms. But then he grew still once more.
"Kaira, bring that horse over here. It must belong to him."
The child jumped up and grabbed the stallion's loose reins, then lead it over to the rail. As the horse drank from the bucket, Velnia lifted the teen on the horse, surprised by how light he was. Then she clucked her tongue and they headed back to the city.
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Bahku slowly awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I?" he mumbled, his voice rough from thirst.
"You're in our house!" A little girl jumped into his line of vision.
"What city am I in?" he demanded, trying to sit up. But a raven-haired woman he hadn't noticed before gently pushed him back down.
"You need to rest."
But Bahku grabbed her arm before she stepped away. "Where am I?"
"The city of Memphis."
Bahku sighed in relief. Memphis. Good. I made it, but I still need to get to Faiyum and the oasis.
However, the woman protested for him to stay in bed. "My name is Velnia. You had an encounter with my daughter at the well and the heat got to you and you fainted."
Bahku rested a hand over his eyes. He felt so drained both mentally and physically from the past twenty-four hours.
"You're at my inn. You may stay as long as you need. Your horse is being taken care of down at the stables. All you need to do now is rest."
With a sigh, Bahku smiled and nodded.
Velnia also smiled. "You probably be better tomorrow. Maybe even up and moving by next morning." She stood and left the room to leave Bahku to his recovery.
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Velnia was right. By the next morning Bahku was up and moving again, though after extended periods of standing he felt a little dizzy. Even the bruising on his side had subsided to a tolerable ache. Pulling a shirt over his head and running a hand through his unruly hair, he walked out into the lobby. Velnia sat in a chair looking over scrolls on the table. She looked up as Bahku entered the room. Kaira was nowhere to be seen.
Sighing, Bahku rested a hand on the nape of his neck. "I never really did thank you for letting me stay here. For free no less."
"It was no problem. Kaira wouldn't have it any other way."
Bahku leaned on the desk. "Anything you need help with?" he asked awkwardly.
"No. Not right now."
"Where's Kaira? I haven't seen her all day."
Velnia looked up in realization. "She should be back. I told her to be home by noon." She stood up in concern.
"I'll go look for her," volunteered Bahku. "I need to have a look around the city anyway."
Suddenly a scream from the streets caught the two's attention.
"That sounded like Kaira!" gasped Velnia.
Bahku had already ran out the door. He held his arm out to stop Velnia as she tried to pass him.
A man with light brown hair stood next to a Black Jungle Dragon which held Kaira in one of its long talons. The jet black dragon swung its head around as Bahku broke though the crowd that had gathered around the monster and its master.
"Let her go," demanded Bahku, not knowing where his courage came from.
The man snickered. "Now why would I want to do that?"
"Let her go, Rafet!" yelled Velnia.
"You know this jerk?" asked Bahku, turning toward the woman.
Velnia nodded. "Yes. He's been trying to get at my inn and land for ages. But he can not have it unless I give him my consent."
"Which you will!" crowed Rafet. "The tournament grows near, woman. But yet you still do not have a fighter!"
"What tournament?" questioned Bahku.
Rafet folded his arms across his chest. "The Dragon Duels will be held tomorrow. The duels are conducted in the main square. Dragon monsters are the only types allowed and there are no limits on magic and traps."
"For generations, both Rafet's and my family have used the tournament to decide control over the inn. My husband was supposed to be the duelist this year, but…" Velnia looked at the ground. "He met with an accident a couple of months ago along the Nile while retrieving supplies. He never returned."
Shaking his head, Bahku stepped forward. "I will be Velnia's fighter."
Rafet laughed. "You? A child? Do you even have a deck?"
"Yes I do." Bahku withdrew his deck from his belt.
Rafet laughed again. "Fine. I'll be seeing you tomorrow." The dragon threw Kaira to the ground and followed his master's departure.
Velnia ran over to Kaira and hugged the child to her chest. She looked up at Bahku. "Thank you. I don't know how I can repay you."
Bahku slunk to his knees as he looked at his deck. "I've never dueled before in a real match with real stakes. I'm pretty sure I have at least one dragon."
Velnia rested a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you," she said again.
Bahku smiled weakly. "Don't thank me until I win."
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Bahku spent that night rearranging his deck, separating dragon monsters from the others. He also kept some of his best magic and trap cards. His hands flew through the cards until he froze at the sight of a familiar monster. The teen's hand trembled as he lifted the card closer to the candlelight.
"The Punished Eagle," he whispered.
Miren's Guardian monster. Closing his eyes, Bahku called forth the wind monster. A soft screech alerted him. When he opened his dark eyes, a large silver eagle sat on his bedpost, looking over Bahku with a golden eye.
Bahku slowly walked over. "Hello there." He held out his arm and the raptor transferred itself from the post to his dark arm. Bahku winced as the monster's sharp talons cut into his skin. With his free hand, he gently rubbed the red markings on the Punished Eagle's forehead.
When he was comfortable with the weight, he let the monster perch back on the post. His eyes straying across the room, he spotted his saddlebags, now empty. He grabbed them and flopped back down on the bed with his project forming in his mind. Pulling a dagger from his belt, he cut the stitches of the bags so the large piece of leather lay open and flat. Within a couple of hours, Bahku had a crude falconer's glove. As he slid it on his left arm it reached halfway up his lower arm and left his fingers bare, the rest of his hand and lower arm covered with the leather. Then, standing back up, he nudged the monster back on his arm. This time, the Punished Eagle's talons didn't even touch his skin.
For the next hour or so, Bahku spent his time trying to establish a communication link with the winged beast. Even un-humanoid monsters could be heard through a mental link with their masters. Bahku had seen this with Seito and his Blue Eyes White Dragons. Only soft bits and pieces came trough though. With a sigh, he rested the eagle back on its perch. Then he slid his two decks into his pockets and lay down on the bed. He would need his sleep for the competition.
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Bahku awoke with a start. He must've finally drifted off. As he sat up and stretched, he looked out the window. The sun rose over the buildings, bathing everything in a fiery reds and oranges. The sight panged him deep within as he longed for Cairo once more. Shaking his head, he crawled out of bed, rousing the Punished Eagle from its sleep. It let out a soft scolding screech at its master. Bahku smiled and let the large bird climb onto his arm. "Oh, quiet you."
As he headed out into the lobby, he was surprised to see Velnia already up and moving.
"Sleep well?" she asked.
The teen shrugged. "As best as I could."
Velnia's gaze then traveled to the preening bird perched on Bahku's arm. "Is that a monster?"
"Oh, yes. The Punished Eagle. He's actually quite friendly."
Velnia hesitantly stepped forward. "Can I touch him?"
"Of course. He likes being rubbed on the forehead. Yeah, right there on the markings."
The woman cautiously ran a finger over the red symbol. She was surprised how soft the eagle's feathers were. Then she sighed and let her hand fall back to her side. "Down to business. I'll show you where the main plaza is now if you have nothing else to do. The elimination rounds will be starting soon but you and Rafet are automatically in because your match is considered a special event."
Bahku swallowed nervously. "Well, let's get going!" he said, trying to sound more enthusiastic than he felt.
"Wait for me!"
Kaira ran into the room and grabbed Bahku's arm. "I'm going too!"
Bahku looked over at Velnia. "Is it wise for her to come?"
Velnia shrugged. "I can't stop here. She'll sneak out even if we leave her and I'd rather have her near me where I can keep an eye on her than her wondering around alone."
Bahku nodded. "Fine then. Let's go." The trio headed out into the already crowding streets.
Bahku was in awe at the large buildings and the sheer number of people and merchants setting up their booths.
"The Dragon Duels brings a wide variety of people to the city," explained Velnia. "The perfect place for a business."
After nearly another fifteen minutes of weaving through the ever increasing crowds, they came upon the main plaza and its arena, which was being blocked off by guards. Bahku shrunk back a bit at the sight of the scarlet clad figures, earning a curious glance from Velnia.
"Do you want to go see the inside of the stadium?"
Pass the guards, Bahku relaxed. "Sure, why not?"
But Velnia led them straight to a guard. The large man tensed at the trio approached, but then relaxed when he spotted Velnia.
"You're the woman who owns the inn, aren't you?" he questioned.
Velnia nodded. "Yes. This is my duelist." She gestured to a extremely nervous Bahku. "He wants to see the dueling arena."
"Go right ahead. The preliminaries for the normal tournament are being held right now anyway."
"Thank you."
The guard stepped aside and let them in. Bahku let out a soft sigh of relief. I guess the news of the pharaoh hasn't reached here yet. The Punished Eagle drew him out of his thoughts by grabbing some strands of his white hair in his beak and pulling. Bahku winced and lightly tapped the monster on the head. It let out a squawk of indignation and shook its head. Velnia laughed at the two's antics. Confused for a moment at the woman's laugh, Bahku shortly caught on and also laughed. But it was cut short as he entered the arena.
The sheer size took the teen's breath away. The outdoor arena rivaled the one at the palace. Looking down from one of the wooden railings, he could see the preliminaries going on below. A monster's defeated roar rose up along with the breeze of the changing dimensions as it was returned back to the Shadow Realm from where it came. That duel was over. Bahku leaned over the railing as he saw the loosing duelist collapse.
"What's wrong with him?" he exclaimed to Velnia, brown eyes wide with fear and concern.
Velnia looked over, surprised, at Bahku. "He was defeated. His soul has been banished to the Shadow Realm, of course. Didn't you know?"
Bahku slunk to his knees in horror. "That's terrible…" he whispered.
Velnia looked over with pity towards him. I thought he knew. But, didn't he say he's never participated in a real Shadow Game before? What if he loses he soul for my cause?
"Bahku."
The former slave looked over to her with fearful eyes.
"You don't have to participate in the tournament. At least not on my behalf."
Bahku shook himself out of his reverie. "Velnia, I owe you one. Besides…" He let the Punished Eagle perch on the railing. "…I need to learn to master the Shadow Games one way or another." Bahku looked out over the dueling arena and towards the blistering Egyptian sands he had traveled earlier. Velnia looked over at him, then sighed and looked away.
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Rafet smirked as he spotted that woman and the white-haired boy. "I'm surprised you showed up, woman."
Velnia whirled, her eyes narrowing as she saw who addressed her. "Of course I would come. With or without a duelist. I'm not a coward."
Rafet sneered. "Your fighter should be saying that."
Bahku turned to make eye contact. "I'll admit I'm a little nervous, but I'm not going to back out," he stated in an unwavering tone. "I'm not a coward," he hissed, eyes turning hard and his voice dangerously soft.
Velnia backed away, concerned at the teen's sudden personality change. She cautiously rested a hand on his shoulder. The dark aura that seemed to surround him disappeared.
"You okay?" asked the raven-haired woman.
Bahku shook his head, as if to clear it. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Which is a good thing," interjected Rafet. "For our match is about to begin. Follow me." Rafet turned and started down the worn steps that descended to the dueling floor.
As a vote of confidence, the Punished Eagle gently crooned towards its master. Bahku smiled and gently rubbed its forehead. "Keep an eye on him, okay?"
The innkeeper nodded. "Good luck."
Bahku nodded back and started down the steps. "I'll need it," he mumbled under his breath.
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A/N: I can't write a duel to save my life, so I'm skipping to a different setting. I'll come back to Bahku nearly at the end of the match. Oh and for the next scene, which is mainly focused on the monsters, including one of my bishy OC's, here's the advice on the monster's names. In a narrative sense, when no one's talking, I'll refer to them by their "given" names such as Dark Magician, Celtic Guardian, etc. When they talk to one another, out of hearing of humans, they use each others "true" names such as Calypse, Sage, etc. Genji is the exception, though. I'll always call him Genji, being his true name, while his given name is Rane.
And now onto Cairo…
"My lord, a proposition from the builders near the Nile…"
"Your Highness, a petition from the people requesting--"
"Your Excellency, a report from the scouts near the border."
Yami was trying desperately not to lash out at all the squabbling officials and delegates. He rubbed his eyes, ignoring the smeared kohl on his face. "One at a time," growled the new pharaoh. But only another set of arguments broke out among the politicians and messengers.
"Half of you, come with me!" came a voice over the crowd.
Yami looked up and sighed in relief as he saw his Guardian at the chamber doors. He gave a small wave at the mage. Dark smiled back. He knew the pressure that was being exerted on the 15-year-old. Yami hadn't even had time to grieve his father's death. And without Bahku around to help cheer him up, Dark had to up his participation in his charge's decisions.
The blue and brown clad figures separated, grumbling as part made their way over to the Dark Magician.
"I'll take care of some of these issues, hm. I'll be back by this evening." Hopefully, thought Dark.
Yami nodded. "Don't forget the dinner. I'll see you then."
~*~
Dark walked slowly down the palace halls, shearing off another delegate's issues quickly and expertly. They each departed to their duties until only one was left.
"And what do you need?" asked the mage.
Wordlessly, the delegate handed Dark a scroll. Watching the man ahead of him with his peripheral vision, the Guardian scanned over the paper. Suddenly the man stopped in his tracks and Dark nearly ran into him.
"What was that for?!" demanded Dark, the frustration of the day wearing his patience thin.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," sneered the delegate, a smirk on his features. "But we have reached our destination."
"What?" Dark looked around. He had been so intrigued of the contents of the scroll, he had mindlessly followed the delegate, whose name he now remembered was Caziel, without thinking of a destination. The area he found himself in, he had never seen before, which surprised the magician for he knew the palace like he knew his spell books.
The sound of many footsteps on the dank stone caused him to whirl around. Dozens of cloaked figures had surrounded him, boxing him in the middle of the room. Sensing danger, Dark formed his staff in his hands.
"Caziel, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
Caziel only laughed.
"I demand to know what's going on here!"
"You're in no position to be making demands, monster."
The cloaked figures suddenly surged forward, wrenching the mage's staff out of his hands and forcing him against the wall. His wrists were quickly shackled together and chained to the stone wall before he could react. Task done, the figures lined the wall like ghosts, silently watching and waiting.
Caziel stepped into the middle of the room to address the Dark Magician. "You are the pharaoh's Guardian which means you're held in high respect. Almost as much as the kid himself." Caziel spat on the floor, expressing his hatred at the pharaoh. "But you are still a monster. A level of life below humans to serve humans."
"That isn't true," hissed Dark, sapphire eyes burning.
"Oh but it is." Caziel stepped forward and seized Dark's right wrist. "Why else would you have the same mark as a good for nothing slave?" Caziel forced Dark's clenched hand open and traced his finger lightly over the brand. Dark growled and pulled back.
Caziel chuckled. "What? Don't even like contact with humans?" He stepped closer. "While on the subject of slaves, I've heard you aided in the escape of Yuugioh's half-breed servant. I forget his name."
Dark's eyes widened. How could he know?!
Caziel shook his head. "Well, a slave's name does not matter." A smirk crept over the black-haired politician's face. "After all, isn't that why you are know as only one Dark Magician among many?"
An unfamiliar falling sensation settled itself in the mage's stomach. "It doesn't matter," he whispered.
"What? Don't you even have a name?"
"Of course I do!" snapped Dark.
"Well then why don't you share it with us?" teased Caziel, motioning to the still figures among the shadows.
But Dark was silent. His true name, or any other monster's for that matter, was to remain a secret only to be shared with companions.
"Ooh, stubborn one. Ah but by the time I'm done with you both your will and spirit shall be broken."
One of the cloaked figures came forth and Dark was filled with terror as he spotted the Cat Of Nine Tails whip in his hand. (AN: For those of you who don't know what a Cat Of Nine Tails whip is, it is a whip with nine leather lashes with either metal of bone shards at the end of the 'tails'.) Caziel smiled. "Let's see if you bleed like us, monster."
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A brutal hour later, the once proud mage lay on the dank stone in a pool of his own blood. His breaths came in ragged, pain filled gasps and his sweat tangled hair fell in his face. The evil human, Caziel stood over him, whip still in hand. The politician then kneeled by the crumpled Guardian, wearing a sick grin on his face. Caziel wiped a hand over Dark's torn back. The mage gasped at the horrible pain.
Caziel looked down at the blood that stained his hand. "I guess we do have something in common, monster. We both bleed." He wiped his hand on Dark's face, leaving a crimson streak on his pale skin. "We're closer than I thought," he sneered and he stood. "Well I enjoyed our little meeting. I hope we can arrange another in the future."
"Which won't be happening anytime soon," came a new voice.
"What?!" cried Caziel, whirling about. The delegate died that way, his severed head keeping that same look of confusion and hate.
Two figures landed in the middle of the room. The first was an elf warrior wearing green armor and holding a broadsword which had blood glistening off the blade. The second person was a tall humanoid wearing black and gold armor, his long red hair tied back and flowing down his shoulders.
"Luster, take out the priests while I get Dark!" yelled Celtic.
The Black Luster Soldier nodded and charged at the nearest enemy, curved scimitar ready to strike.
Celtic ran to comrade, who was barely clinging to consciousness. The elf's amber eyes were wide in disbelief. "Damn it. Calypse how could they do this to you?" Anger flashing in his eyes, Celtic raised his sword and brought it down on the chains that bound his friend and leader. Then he sheathed his sword. Now how to carry him without injuring him further?
"Celtic! I think it's time we made our escape!" yelled Luster, cutting down another priest. The cloaked figures were flooding into the room, this time armed. Celtic ducked as a throwing knife missed him by a hair, literally. Blonde strands fluttered to the ground.
"I agree!" he yelled back. The warrior looked down at Dark. "Sorry, buddy. But I gotta get you out of here one way or another." Kneeling down, Celtic swung the mage over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. The new sudden stab of pain was too much for the Guardian and he lost the battle for consciousness. His head fell limply against Celtic's back. Within a couple of minutes, the three monsters had escaped into open air.
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There was trouble brewing in Cairo and one of the first steps of decension for the Shadow Games had passed.
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(AN: For the duel I know I screwed some rules up like playing certain magic cards on your opponent's turn but HEY! I told you I stink at writing duels!)
Back at the arena…
Despite his weariness, Bahku yelled out loud as his powered up Darkfire Dragon defeated Rafet's Dragon Zombie. Bahku was winning, his life points at 1600 and Rafet's now at 900. I can't believe I'm winning against an experienced duelist! he thought happily. All of his moves came naturally for him and, up until this point, he and Rafet had been even. But the toll of the Shadow magic was wearing on both of them. Bahku's hands were trembling and Rafet was almost to his knees.
The older man glared at the flaming Darkfire Dragon, its equip of Dragon Nails glittering in the sunlight. An attack power of 2100. Rafet glanced at his hand. A variety of weaker dragons and his Guardian's card was in his current hand. But his Guardian would be equal to Bahku's monster attack-wise. Growling, Rafet drew a card and cackled out loud.
"You've done well, kid. But not good enough. First I play Black Jungle Dragon King in attack mode!" Rafet's Guardian roared to life in the stadium. "And then I play De-Spell to rid your dragon of its power up." The Darkfire Dragon hissed in surprise as its attack dropped to its original 1500.
"No!" yelled Bahku.
"And now, my Guardian. Attack!" The Black Jungle Dragon King's long neck elongated and a stream of fire erupted from its mouth. The Darkfire Dragon roared in pain and then exploded, flames landing back on Bahku. The white-haired teen hastily put them out and watched his life points drop to 1000. With a sigh of relief, he noted he was still ahead.
"Your turn, boy. Unless you're ready to back out?" crowed Rafet.
Bahku didn't respond to his jeers and drew his next card. He gasped at his luck but then a smirk crept across his features. "I call upon the Red Eyes Black Dragon!"
"What?!" cried Rafet.
A sleek black dragon appeared across from the Black Jungle Dragon King, its crimson eyes showing eagerness for battle.
"Red Eyes! Attack his Black Jungle Dragon King!"
Rafet nearly panicked but then managed to come up with a strategy. "I play Paralyzing Potion to stop your Red Eyes in its tracks!" A vile green substance fell from the sky and covered the winged black dragon. It screeched in pain as it fell to the ground, flapping its wings futilely, unable to attack. Bahku growled as the tables were turned once again.
"Oh, too bad," mocked Rafet. "You finally get a powerful monster like that on the field and it can't attack unless you get rid of my Paralyzing Potion! And now, it's my turn." He then played a magic card. "I use Ookazi, which lowers your life points by 800."
"Damn," muttered Bahku under his breath as his life points dwindled to a mere 200.
"And since I can't do anymore during my turn, it's your move."
Gritting his teeth, Bahku drew. "I play Armored Glass which destroys any power up equipped to a monster! And then I equip my Red Eyes with a new Dragon Nails, raising his attack to 3100!"
"No!" yelled Rafet.
Bahku smirked. "I think you know what's coming next. Red Eyes, attack with Molten Fireball!" A barrage of spherical flames erupted from the dragon's mouth. The Black Jungle Dragon King, carelessly left in attack mode, slunk to the ground roaring in defeat. Bahku had won.
"No! How could this happen!" cried Rafet. Bahku didn't respond as he wearily fell to his knees and the Red Eyes disappeared.
"Bahku!"
The teen turned to see Velnia and Kaira running towards him. Kaira jumped in his arms, knocking him back to the ground, laughing. Velnia watched with a smile.
"You did excellent. You're a natural."
"Thanks," responded Bahku as he slowly got to his feet.
Suddenly he noticed the guards talking near the entrance and motioning towards him. As one turned, Bahku gasped. "Kaju."
"What?" asked Velnia, confused.
"Uh, look, I have to go," stammered the former slave as he handed Kaira back to her mother. "The next city is only about 3 hours, right?"
"Yes, but--"
The guards suddenly started towards them. "Crap. I got to go. Thanks for everything!!" yelled Bahku as he took off at a run towards the other exit. He could hear the shouts of alarm from the guards behind him. As he turned to look behind him he suddenly ran into something hard, knocking him to the ground.
"Ouch," he groaned, holding your head. When he opened his eyes, he saw the guard from earlier that had let him in.
Bahku braced himself for the worst but, "Are you okay?"
His eyes shot open. "Wha--?"
"I asked if you were okay. You were in quite a hurry."
Bahku laughed nervously as he got to his feet. "Yeah, you see, um…" He looked behind him to see the guards appear from behind the corner. The guard in front of him suddenly made the connection.
"I'm sorry for this," apologized Bahku, making a split second decision. He raised a fist and punched the guard in the stomach, causing him to double over. Bahku took that moment to jump over him and out onto the streets. "I'm sorry!" he yelled again.
Quickly he ducked into an alleyway parallel from the inn. Why do I feel this is all going to become a habit? he mused. Dashing into the inn, the duelist grabbed his stuff and quickly saddled Raol who sensed his urgency and stamped his hoof in impatience. Bahku leapt onto the horse's back, the Punished Eagle perching behind him. As he erupted from the stables, surprised cries came from the guards but Bahku was already gone.
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Cairo…
With a groan, Dark slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey Calypse. Good to see you're finally awake."
"It's Apocalypse," corrected Dark instantly.
The Celtic Guardian stepped into his line of vision and shrugged. "All that matters is that you're okay. Milyna did a great job in patching you up. Asura's been worried sick about you."
Dark tried to sit up but his fatigued muscled wouldn't obey. "Is Milyna okay?" The Mystical Elf almost always overworked herself as a healer, spending too much energy.
"She's fine."
"Asura?"
Celtic laughed. "I think she's more than okay because her little Darkie can't escape her now. I still can't believe she's your counterpart."
"Neither can I at times," mumbled the indigo-haired spellcaster.
"Calypse!!"
"Speak of the devil," whispered Celtic.
Dark Magician Girl ran into the room and nearly glomped Dark but she restrained herself as she saw the other mage's condition. "Are you okay? What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine and I'll explain later," he sighed.
"'Sura, I think you should let him rest for awhile."
Dark Magician Girl turned on the elf. "Too bad, Sage! I'm staying with him," she protested, brushing strands of blonde hair from her face.
"Please Asura? I do need some rest," asked Dark, trying to sound as pathetic as possible earning a well hidden snicker from Celtic.
Dark Magician Girl's bottom lip quivered and her emerald eyes misted with tears. Dark and Celtic sighed.
"You can come back later, okay?"
"Okies Darkie!" she responded. Dark sighed once again as the female mage departed. When she was gone, he turned to his comrade.
"Where's Ryon? I thought I heard his voice earlier."
Celtic shrugged. "Who knows where he is? I haven't seen him since we rescued you. Maybe he went off to find another job."
Dark shook his head. "Why won't he just stay in the city like the rest of us?"
Celtic turned to his friend and gently tapped him on the head, earning a glare from the mage. "Hello! Do any of us stay in the palace besides you, Calypse?"
Dark didn't bother fixing Celtic's mentioning of his name. He lay back down on his stomach, the soft sheets tickling bare skin. A light knock at the door alerted them. The door slowly opened and a pale haired figure stepped in. In fact, he seemed all pale even his robes, except for some blue trimmings and the figure's brilliant blue eyes. "I hope I'm not disturbing your rest," he apologized in a quiet voice.
"Genji! I haven't seen you for awhile. How are you and your master?"
Genji sat down in a nearby chair and nervously wrung his delicate hands together, his long nails flashing in the candlelight. "Master Seito is…"
"Yes?" prodded Celtic.
"…different."
"What do you mean?" asked Dark, concerned.
Genji looked down at the floor. "He seems…colder and indifferent to me and the others. He doesn't pay much attention to me and my brothers any more except to duel."
"That is unusual," mused Dark. He had known Seito somewhat when he was younger because the apprentice used to cause mischief with Yami and Bahku years ago. In the short times he had talked with Seito, he had struck him as a rather quiet but intelligent and stubborn young boy. But I haven't seen him for awhile or had an one on one conversation with him lately. He always seems to be working with Heishin or practicing his studies or dueling abilities.
The dragon in disguise walked over to a candle near Dark's bed. "I'm worried about him. And Heis--" he abruptly cut himself off.
Dark furrowed his brow and pushed himself to his elbows. "What's wrong?"
Genji turned away to gaze out a window.
"What about Heishin?"
The monster jumped and whirled around. "I-it's nothing."
Celtic raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh and I'm a Kuriboh."
"Look Blue Eyes…" Genji cringed at Dark's tone. "…you can tell us. It will keep you, your brothers, and your charge safe."
The pale figure turned his gaze back out the window, nervously playing with the shorter strands of his knee-length hair. "I can't," he whispered.
Dark closed his eyes. "Fine. I see." He settled himself back under the blankets. "You may go," he stated, his tone obviously saying it wasn't a request.
Genji nodded slightly and silently left the warrior and mage.
Dark sighed into his pillow.
"I'm worried about him," said Celtic, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
"As am I, Sage," replied Dark. "We need to somehow keep an eye on him."
"The question is, how? None of us are allowed in the shrine."
"But who then?"
Squeaking from the ajar door caught their attention. A small brown furred, three toed creature was bouncing down the hall past the room. It peeked in with large eyes curiously at the two other monster.
An evil smirk crossed Celtic's features. "I have just the monster."
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"Go on! Go in!" urged Celtic.
"Is this even going to work?" sighed Luster bored, fingering the hilt of his sword.
"Of course it is, Ryon. It was my idea."
The fiery haired warrior rolled his lavender eyes. "We're doomed."
Celtic paid no attention to his comrade, too busy trying to coax the poor trembling Kuriboh into the temple shrine. It had just been minding its own business, going for a little stroll around the palace and look what happens. Two big and strong monsters had jumped into its path and had been forced to go 'investigate' a big, dark foreboding place. Not to mention earlier, a servant had mistaken it for a mophead. The Kuriboh was having an absolutely great day.
Celtic was obviously having little success in his endeavors. Growing frustrated, the elf stood. "Blasted little...thing."
"Very creative."
"Quiet. I'm thinking."
"We are doomed," mumbled Luster. Then he knelt by the poor trembling Kuriboh. "Look, little fellow. Me and this idiot--" Kuriboh nodded furiously at this. "--need your help. We need you to check in on the youngest Blue Eyes White Dragon. Can we trust you with this important task?"
The Kuriboh nodded and proudly hopped towards the entranceway and into the temple. Luster stood, smiling.
"I have an idea!" yelled Celtic. "We can steal some butter from the kitchen, make a slippery path, then slide the Kuriboh into the entrance! Yes, that's perfect!"
Luster hit his fellow warrior on the back of the head and then walked away.
"But-- Wait! Ryon! How about this? Hey wait, where did the Kuriboh go?"
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Dark wearily opened his eyes as he heard the door open once more. Celtic was grumbling about something and Luster had a smug smile.
"How'd it go?"
"Fine," answered Luster before Celtic even got a word out. In retaliation, the elf stuck his tongue out at the ritual monster. "All we can do is wait. It shouldn't take too long."
As if to confirm that statement, sudden squeaking erupted from the window. Luster opened the blind and the Kuriboh hopped in, squeaking its little head off.
"What is it?" asked Dark.
"I can't understand it," growled Luster.
"Let's just follow it and check it out," suggested Celtic.
"I'm coming as well," stated Dark, wincing as he pushed the covers back.
"Uh-uh. I don't think so," retorted Celtic, pushing the mage back on the bed.
Dark glared at him. "We all heal faster than humans. In a couple days, Ill be fine. I'm coming whether you want me to or not. Genji might be a rival, but I won't abandon him."
Sapphire met amber as there was a glaring match between the two, but then Celtic broke away.
"Fine. Get dressed and we'll meet you in the hall."
Dark nodded as the other two, uh, three monsters left the room. Wincing as he slid his violet robes on, neglecting his armor with a shake of his head, he grabbed his staff and forced himself to stand on his own two feet. He wavered for a second, but quickly caught his balance. His companions looked up as he emerged into the hallway, and then they headed for the temple.
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"Ow! Watch it, Sage!"
"Sorry! I can't see a blasted thing!"
"Just follow the Kuriboh," sighed Dark behind the two warriors. "It knows the way."
The four emerged from the dim halls into another corridor, this time lit with torches every few feet, illuminating the murals on the wall. The Kuriboh squeaked and leapt down the hall, occasionally looking back at the other three creeping monsters.
"Let's go," urged Dark, pushing Celtic and Luster down the hall. The Kuriboh led them down the corridor to a small dueling arena. Spotting two figures and seeing Luster abruptly stop ahead of him, Dark pulled Celtic behind the wall before he walked into plain view.
"Why do you refuse to fight?!"
"Master, please! This isn't right!"
"What I say is right! Now transform!"
"No! Plea--"
A slap was heard and a body falling heavily to the ground.
Dark rushed forward, but kept himself hidden, as did the others. He couldn't believe what he saw. The Blue Eyes, still in human guise, was on the floor of the arena, holding a hand to his cheek. His long hair shadowed his face and his expression, but the tears falling silently was proof enough of how he felt.
Seito stood over his Guardian, his blank blue eyes furious. He knelt and grabbed Genji by the scruff of his robes. "I told you to transform, monster. I need you for the duel tonight. I will not tolerate another act of disobedience from you."
The dragon's sapphire eyes shifted to the floor, anywhere except for his charge's face. "Master, please. Something is wrong with you. You've changed."
Seito dropped Genji to the ground. "Why you-- You have no right to judge me!" The priest raised a hand to strike Genji again.
A load roar startled him. A large white dragon charged Seito, who just barely jumped out of the way, the end of his purple cloak shredded. The older Blue Eyes settled itself between its brother and Seito. /Master, please stop this,/ it pleaded. Genji understood his brother's roars and growls while Seito heard it translated mentally.
"Slace, I told you not to interfere in my affairs."
Slace roared. /I will interfere when it involves my little brother!/ The dragon stepped forward threatingly.
"You will pay for your actions," growled Seito as he withdrew a card from his deck. "Dragon Capture Jar!"
A large golden, dragon shaped pot appeared. With a roar of anguish, the older Guardian was sucked into the jar.
"NO!" cried Genji. He leapt forward but it was too late. "Tsuki!
The pot's eyes glowed red as it faded. Genji crumpled to the ground, unfamiliar tears flowing from his beautiful blue eyes, his long robes tangling around his ankles.
Seito, who was trying to catch his breath from the quick summon, straightened and walked over to the crying teenager. "Let that be a lesson to you, dragon. I might consider releasing your brother if you grant me a flawless victory tonight."
"Yes, master," whispered the Guardian.
"Now transform."
Sadly, Genji stood in defeat. White wings unfolded from his back and wrapped around his slim body. There was a small flash of light and a Blue Eyes White Dragon stood in Genji's place.
Seito smirked. "Good."
The young dragon bowed its head humbly and lay down on the ground, showing submission to its master.
"Very good."
Dark clenched his fists. This wasn't right.
"Calypse, wait!" Celtic whispered loudly as the mage leapt from his spot and charged into the stadium.
"Seito!"
The priest whirled around as the Blue Eyes looked up. /Calypse! Get out of here!/
"No. I don't know how long this has been gong on, but it's not right," hissed Dark, his eyes hard and his body trembling with anger.
Seito smirked. "Dark Magician, I suggest you leave here now and not say a word of this to anyone."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Perhaps."
"Dark!" Celtic and Luster ran in front of Dark, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords.
"We'll figure this out later when you're well," said Luster. "I'm even with the Blue Eyes' so I can hold my own."
"You can't fight him!"
"You two just get out."
/Yes, please,/ begged the dragon.
"Genji…"
Luster nodded to Celtic. The elf grabbed Dark around the waist and hoisted him over his shoulder.
"Stop it! Put me down this instant!" roared the mage, dropping his staff.
Celtic quickly departed, as Luster followed after, his eyes not leaving the master and monster in the arena.
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Celtic dumped his comrade on the bed and quickly jumped back as the mage lashed out.
"What was that for?!"
"You're too weak now and even at full strength you couldn't defeat Genji."
"Who said he would attack?" retorted the spellcaster.
"Think, Calypse," said Celtic as he tapped the slimmer monster on the head. "Genji's brother was at stake. Who do you think he cares for most? A rival or his own sibling?"
Dark sighed and winced as the slashes across his back erupted into a new ferocity of pain. "I had to do something. I couldn't let it happen to anyone, not after.."
Celtic looked away. He knew what Dark was referring to. Yami had not been the kind mage's first master. The elf didn't know all the details, but Dark's old and first master had been extremely abusive to his monsters and forced them to do almost impossible physical labor. Dark had been a lucky one as the Shadow Realm pulled him back into its reaches to wait for another master. And another chance.
Celtic looked over at the mage, who was staring at the floor. "Seito has changed," he stated quietly. "The whole city and its citizens are changing for the worst. The Shadow Games are whirling dangerously out of control…"
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YC: *stretches* Yeah!! Another chapter done! *looks at her notebook and moans* Three more chapters?! You've got to be kidding! *starts crying*
Genji: *comforts her* Don't worry, all the nice people will review and make you feel better. Right?
YC: *glares* They better. Or I'll send evil Seito to your house.
By the by, does Tsuki's (Slace's) personality seem somewhat familiar? Let's see, he has a little brother whom he's over protective about. Who could it be? *the Irony Gods laugh out loud*
Just for reference, I kinda based Genji off of Yue in Cardcaptor Sakura. At least in looks, only Genji's more kawaii! ^__^
Genji: *blushes*
YC: See! Kawaii-ness a work!
Yue: But, what about me?
YC: *double-glomps Genji and Yue* Don't worry my little moon babe. You're always one of my top bishie-boys!
Yue: Should I be grateful or afraid?