Yami-chan: Slowly but surely getting there…

Originally this chapter and the last one were going to be one long chapter. But…I was too lazy to type the ENTIRE thing. -_-;

AN: End of Bahku's past though I'll continue through with everyone else's. Oh, and if Malik seems a little, okay, very OOC, I tried to make him before he met his yami, as if he grew up without him. *sighs* I'm stuck with the dubbed Yu-Gi-Oh on WB and I've only seen Japanese manga shots of his past but he seemed like a cheery kid. So kawaii!! *sparkles*

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/ / = monster 'talking' mentally

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A couple of months later…

Malik's POV

Bored. Bored. Bored. Rasid's lectures were always so boring. "Now my prince, on proper etiquette…" I look out the window as I stifle a yawn. I wonder what Yami is doing now?

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Yami's POV

Bored. Bored. Bored. Dark's lectures were always so boring. "Now my prince, on proper etiquette…" I look out the window as I stifle a yawn. I wonder what Malik is doing now?

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Malik's POV

Nothing outside the window caught my wondering attention. I sighed and stood. "I need a break, okay?"

Rasid rolled the scroll closed and fixed a glare on me. "Fine, but you need to come back this evening to finish up."

"Okay! See you around!" I resisted the urge to run out of the room like a little child, then gave up as I jumped down the steps and looked up at the sky in thought.

Even for father and his army, they were incredibly late. Earlier, father had sent a message saying he would have to delay his arrival for several weeks. Frowning, I rested my hands on my hips. And he was late even due to the date he said he would be here! Oh well. I shrugged. Such a large amount of people to be moved across the continent wouldn't be easy.

Sighing, I clasped my hands behind my back and walked along the small river that flowed through the village. The water was nice and calm today. That was good. The irrigation for the crops would be flowing steadily. Might as well go check. I headed over to the one farmer in our small town. "Hey Solin!"

The dark man looked up from tending to his crops. "Why, hello prince. I thought you had lessons at this time?"

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the fence. "Yeah, and…?"

Solin laughed. "I guess you can always do what you want."

I smiled. I know I didn't take my role as heir seriously as I should and the people knew it. But they were mostly kind and didn't mind.

"Anyway," I started. "I shou--"

"Prince!"

I whirled around at the call. A bloodied soldier and horse skidded to a stop in front of me. I noticed with dread the uniform he wore was that of my father's regiment. The soldier half fell, half slid off his wheezing mount. I moved to support him as he nearly collapsed.

"My prince…an ambush…near Cairo…"

My eyes widened. "Cairo?! Are you sure? The Egyptians would never do this!"

But the soldier nodded grimly. "…yes…mages…strong…" The man slumped and I pulled him up once more, putting his arm around my shoulders. "…prince…please…go back…home…not safe…" Suddenly his head slumped to my shoulder and his dark eyes closed. My heart nearly stopped.

"He's dead, my prince," said Solin quietly, taking the body from my numb arms.

A sudden thought sent a lightning strike right through me. "Father…what happened to my father?!"

I turned and ran to the stables. I barely noticed the figure emerge into path. I ran full speed into Rasid, the two of us falling into a pile. He immediately noticed my near hysteria. "Malik! What is it? What's wrong?!"

"Father…ambush," was all I could manage as I detangled myself from my mentor and took off towards the stables. I hardly took notice of Rasid's hurried steps behind me. Quickly I grabbed the nearest bridle and started fastening it on the fastest horse in the stables.

"Malik, you can't go. Whoever attacked the regiment could still be out there!"

"I don't care."

I fastened the last buckle and swung myself up. Luckily I rode bareback most of the time at home. Rasid grabbed the stallion by its bridle as I tried to leave.

"You're not going."

My eyes narrowed. "Let go," I ordered. "I'm going whether you want me to or not."

My mount shook its head and Rasid nearly lost his grip. "Prince, this is not wise. If you get killed as well--"

"What do you mean as well?!" I roared. "Who says Father is dead?!"

Rasid closed his eyes. "Malik…"

I growled and turned tried to tear away from the servant but his grip didn't waver. "Pease hear me out. I have something important I need to tell you."

"What? More words of wisdom?" I couldn't keep the sneer out of my voice.

"The King was not your true father."

That stopped my struggles. "What do you mean?"

"You are not of Babylonian blood."

"Then…what?" I whispered. I hated the way my voice trembled.

Rasid lowered his gaze to the wooden slat floor. "You are of a lower birth. A common Egyptian."

"Egyptian?"

Rasid looked up and extended a hand. "Please, dismount. Don't go and launch yourself into death."

I drew a shaky breath. My mind was reeling. Too much has happened.

Rasid let his hand wonder from the bridle. "Now that you know the truth, will you still go after him? A lost cause?"

Would I? Should I? "H-he's still a human being."

I yanked the reins around, bringing my mount towards the entrance of the stable, open desert in front of me. But still, I wavered.

"Malik…"

Suddenly, it as all too much. I couldn't cease either the shaking of my hands or the tears that came forth. Rasid came into my blurry vision and rested a comforting hand on mine. Then he helped me dismount as my knees nearly buckled. Rasid was my only support. For the first time in many years, I cried. I cried on Rasid's shoulder and he comforted me.

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Seito's POV

Everything was falling into place. Egypt was still somewhat unsettled after the pharaoh's "murder" and Egypt's most powerful ally was soon to be in chaos thanks to the death of their king. The mages of the elements did a fine job in eliminating all traces of the King and his regiment. I chuckled to myself as I swiftly walked down the palace halls. The pharaoh didn't even suspect the mages. Lord Heishin was incredibly stealthy in feeding that old man the virus. The fool didn't even bother checking his wine.

"Good day, Master Seito."

I barely responded to the servant as I continued past. I turned the corner and reached a dead end. Quickly I checked over my shoulder. No one there. Turning back to the wall, I muttered a short incantation and a door opened in the stone. As soon as I stepped through and onto the slightly damp steps, the door closed behind me, leaving no trace of my passage. Summoning a spelled light, I made my way down the stairs towards the meeting area.

"It's about time," I heard one of the shadowed figure mutter.

I shot a glare at him. "Watch you tongue, Anubisis. I came to speak on Lord Heishin's behalf."

"And why is he not here?"

"He has a meeting with the pharaoh later this evening. He needed time to prepare."

The grassland mage, Kepura shifted in his spot. "Is it time to finally carry out a plan?"

I nodded. "Lord Heishin has briefed me of his plan. I'm to relay it to you all."

The element mages eagerly gathered closer.

I smirked. "It goes like this…"

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Within a hour, I emerged from the hidden pathways. The other mages would also be exiting in different locations throughout the palace and shrine. Having finished with today's business, I headed back to my quarters. The rooms for priests and mages were situated in the shrine, of course. And since I qualified for both, that was my location and where I called home. I entered my modest sized room and sealed the door. I wanted to be alone. Already, the pounding at my temples signaled the day's headache. I threw my hat and cloak on the bed and flopped down on the bed. Big mistake. A wave of pain flashed through my head, almost blinding. I faintly heard my jeweled headpiece fall to the floor, but I didn't care.

I closed my eyes as the headache's fury started to rise again. Where are you, Heishin?! I screamed mentally. Everyday, my master and lord would come to my room with a potion for my headaches, which would grow so bad it was agony even to move. The medicine would cause me to fall asleep for awhile and when I awoke, all the pain was gone. The only thing I could remember from those times was a golden light, comforting yet terrifying at the same time.

A bolt of pain rushed through my head. It felt as if it were about to split in half! I tangled my fingers in my hair as the second wave came. Where was he?! I couldn't hold out much longer! "Heishin!" I screamed. Then all went black.

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I was barely conscious as a vile liquid was forced down my throat. Faintly I heard a voice. "You're not going anywhere yet. You are still essential to everything." The potion started to take effect and I felt the drowsiness flow over me once again. Oh, here comes that golden glow… But for the first time, my mind retaliated. Why let it win? I never lost. As I was taught, I focused all my will into my purpose. The glow seemed to almost be surprised and pull back, but then returned in full force. But I wouldn't give in just yet. With a final mental push, the light faded and receded totally.

I awoke in with a gasp in cold sweat.

"How--?!"

My vision cleared, I saw Heishin leaning over me with a flask of potion. In his opposite hand I saw the cause of the glow; the Millennium Rod. My eyes widened. The Rod had the power to control minds! I bolted up from the bed but my weakened legs wouldn't hold me just yet as I collapsed to the stone floor.

Heishin growled in frustration.

"H-how long has this been going on?" I stammered, horrified.

The priest smirked. "Far longer than you suspect. I must say, your will has improved greatly since you were a child. It took even the Rod to control you this long."

Control? Since I was a child? That long? Now I could remember; I've had the blackouts since I was 9, almost 10. Almost eight years!

Heishin chuckled at he saw the horror overcome my features. What had he done to me? What horrible acts did he make me commit? Yami…I had to get to Yami and Bahku. I tried to pull myself up using the wall support but my body wouldn't obey. I fell to the ground again, my purple robes a hindrance.

Heishin advanced closer, the Millennium Rod held tightly in his hand. "All these years, I've made it easy for you, Seito. You were always a wonderful pupil and I must admit, a very quick learner. You easily mastered the Shadow Games and your studies. Not to mention your loyal and powerful Guardians."

I glared at the High Mage's flatteries.

"But…you now decide to resist. You choose pain."

"You're after Yami, I know it. You won't get to him."

"Going courageous on me now, too? Don't try anything stupid. I don't want to kill you just yet."

"And why is that?"

"The pharaoh still trusts you despite your hostility. That trust could prove useful in the future."

I growled. "And Bahku?"

Heishin smirked. "That half-breed slave? Don't worry about him for now. He's been taken care of."

"What do you mean?!"
"Oh, I forgot. You don't remember anything that happens while you're under the spell."

"Get on with it."

"You helped dispose of him. Too bad you don't remember. It was a brilliant plan. Conceived and carried out with your strict supervision."

My heart stopped.

Heishin tapped his head. "Yes, quite brilliant. Framing him for the late pharaoh's murder, having the captain arrest and execute him."

"Execute?" All my remaining strength left me as I bowed my head. "Bahku…" With a shaky breath, I looked back up. "What about my Guardians?"

"The Blue Eyes? Two of them are fine."

"Two?!"

"You bound one inside the Dragon Capture Jar for disobedience. I believe it was trying to protect it's younger brother."

"Protect? From what?"

"You, of course."

I clenched my fists. "Who?"

"The youngest. The one I believe you call Rane."

I closed my eyes tightly. Everyone who trusted me, I cared for, I had betrayed. "Get out," I hissed.

Heishin chuckled. "Have you forgotten who is the master and the apprentice?"

"Out!" I yelled.

"Don't you speak to me in that tone, boy!"

Before I realized what I was doing, I raised my hand and conjured an attack spell. A blaze of white flame appeared and launched itself towards Heishin. The tall priest was taken by surprise and he yelled out as the spell did its work. I struggled to my feet and towards the door. There was a shout from Heishin and my spell was cancelled out, surprising me. That had to be one of the most powerful spells I had created. Heishin suddenly whirled around and seized me by the arm. I cried out in pain as my arm was twisted at a near unnatural angle.

"You'll pay for that," hissed the mage. His grip tightened and I felt as if I was about to faint. A sudden yell of surprise and pain came from Heishin. But as he jumped away his hand did its work and there was a loud 'pop' as my shoulder was dislocated. A wave of fire and pain spread from my shoulder down my arm. I screamed. I didn't care who heard. All this time, I was only dimly aware of the fight going on around me.

"I'll be back, monsters! He is my property!" Heishin's yells of rage, and did I hear pain?, were cut off as the door was slammed shut and locked.

I groaned as the pain continued flaring down my arm. I didn't have the energy to yell anymore.

"Master! Master, are you alright?!"

A white figure stepped into my vision. "Rane?" I whispered.

My youngest Guardian nodded and motioned to another figure I couldn't see at the moment.

"Seito, how badly are you hurt?" The voice was familiar but my foggy mind couldn't place it.

"My…shoulder…" I responded weakly.

The figure came into view and I finally recognized the Dark Magician.

"Why…is he…here?" I asked Rane.

The dragon is disguise cringed as if he expected a blow. "I'm sorry, Master. I was meeting with him and his comrades when I heard you yell."

"And…you came?"

Rane had a shocked look on his face. "Of course."

I smiled. "Thank you."

The silent dark mage moved to my side. "Your shoulder's dislocated. I'll have to put it back in place."

I winced as his hand rested lightly on my arm. "Do it."

He nodded and leaned over me, indigo strands falling into his face. "Okay, on five. One… two--"

With a jerk, he pushed my arm back in its socket. I yelled again as a new ferocity of pain flared, but then settled to a tolerable throbbing. "What happened to five?" I hissed between clenched teeth.

"You would've tensed up on five and it would've hurt worse. I didn't think you would want that."

"No." I gingerly sat up, resting my hand on my shoulder. Rane looked curiously over at me. "You've changed, master."

Calypse's P.O.V.

I nodded at Genji's comment. Seito was different.

"Your aura has changed," I added.

Seito looked away with now clear eyes. "I…can't say anything."

"And why is that?"

"I just can't."

"Master…" I cut Genji off with a look. I got back to my feet.

"I'd better get going. I'll cover up everything that happened. I doubt Heishin would tell anyone about this anyway."

I looked over at Genji who was crouched by his charge's side with a worried expression on his face.

"Take care of him. I'm almost positive Heishin will show up again sooner or later."

I saw Seito tremble almost invisibly.

"Everything will be fine," I comforted. With a last look to the two, I turned and left the room.

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Malik's P.O.V.

I sat in my room, gazing out at the night sky and mindlessly fingering the ruby that hung on a silver chain around my neck. It was my fa-- I mean, the Babylonian King's. He had given it to me when I was young, around nine. That makes me think… How long did I live with the royal family? And how did I get there in the first place? Were they ever going to tell me? I sighed. Too many questions. I let the ruby fall back on my chest. I needed to get away from here for awhile. Grabbing my sword and fastening it around my waist, I snatched the violet cloak from my bedpost and swung it over my shoulders.

As I quietly started down the steps past Rashid's room, I pondered my destination. I couldn't, wouldn't go back to Babylon. My only options were nearby Memphis and Cairo. In this strange land, I knew very little landmarks. I growled. I should know all this, though. Shaking my head, I dashed into the stables. Luckily, the horse I had tried to escape on earlier still had its bridle on. I debated whether or not to take saddle. Considering rations I would have to take, I chose an old but durable old saddle. Attaching the saddlebags, I quickly fastened the cinch. A quick trip to the storehouse guaranteed enough supplies for two days. I swung myself up and grabbed the reins, grumbling as my cloak got stuck under me.

The stallion, who I fondly named Obsidian, slowly walked to the entrance of the stables. Seeing no one in sight, I kicked the stallion in the side and rushed past the guards before they could wake. Smirking, I pushed the cloak's hood back, the golden chain flashing in the moonlight. I would now go through Memphis and hopefully sneak into Cairo to meet Yami. We had become friends after all the pharaoh had been through. He would listen and help me with the revelation I now faced.

As I urged Obsidian into a steady lope, my mind turned to Celena. Well, at least someone would notice my arrival. I closed my eyes and sighed. Wait, there was another problem. Everyone still knew me as the prince of Babylon. There would be an uproar when I arrived. Especially alone. I would definitely have to sneak in. Hopefully the guards wouldn't catch me. Ra, that would be an embarrassing scene. I laughed at the mental picture. Switching back to quiet contemplation, the problem pestered me again. How to get in undetected? Well, at least I had practice. I remembered earlier years at the capital. When I was younger, I had often snuck away from my duties and training.

Those memories of my fa--, I mean the king of Babylon jolted me back to reality. I had to find some kind of confirmation of the king's regiment. According to the one survivor, they had been ambushed near Cairo by mages. I bowed my head in thought. Egypt was well know for its magic users, both human and monster. I soon got lost in my broodings, occasionally taking sips from my water pouch.

Before I realized it, the city of Memphis rose in my view. I just barely skimmed through the town to replenish my water supply. To keep my cover safe, I kept my head low and pulled my cloak close around me, the golden chain dangling in my eyes. I luckily made it though without any incidents. Cairo was my next destination.

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Within eight hours, the capital came into sight. I stopped a good distance away and dismounted, stretching my stiff joints. I let Obsidian feed on some sparse weeds as I continued on by foot to find some sign of the struggle between the regiment and mages. But there was nothing but sand all around. With a heavy sigh I plopped down on the ground and traced meaningless patterns in the sand with the tip of my boot.

The only thing I could do now was go into the capital and hopefully under Prince Yuugioh's wing. Actually, he would be a pharaoh now, wouldn't he? I chuckled as I pushed myself back to my feet. Obsidian, finished with the weeds, trotted over and nudged me in the back. I obliged by scratching the stallion under the bridle. Obsidian nickered softly, then suddenly his ears twitched forward. I knew what that meant. I pulled my cloak up and grabbed Obsidian by the reins just as a sudden gust of wind whipped the sand up around me. But just as quickly as it came, the gales diminished. I sighed and dusted off my clothes. Desert weather…

All of a sudden, Obsidian reared, letting out a loud cry. A stabbing pain raced down my ribs as one of the great stallion's hooves caught me in the side and I was thrown to the ground. The horse reared again and screamed, then turned and ran blindly away.

I lay still for a moment, trying to catch my lost breath and ignoring the fire that raced up my side. Great, Malik, my cynical side accused. You probably have a broken rib or two, stuck outside a city you were intentionally going to sneak into, and you're minus one horse. I groaned and sat up, clutching my side. Now I had no choice but to enter Cairo. Wincing, I stood and looked around at my surroundings. An obvious question suddenly rang in my mind. What had scared Obsidian in the first place? Sighing, I shook my head as I gauged the capital in my sight and started off.

A few agonizing minutes later, something tumbleweeding along the sand caught my eye. Curious, I just managed to clumsily pounce on it before the scrap was blown away by the wind. It was a ragged piece of rectangular fabric. Spreading it flat over the ground, recognition flashed through my mind. This tattered cloth was the Babylonian banner! All military troops carried this with them. That means… I raised my head and stood once again. Gulping nervously, I started forward. That bothersome wind soon blew up again, temporarily blinding me. When it settled and I was able to see again, I barely managed to stifle a shout at the sight the wind had turned up before me.

I had found the regiment. Bodies of both men and their mounts lay scattered, uncovered from the sands. In a brief investigation, I found the bodies were still intact. It had to magic what had killed them, judging by the condition of the bodies and the horror-stricken look on the soldiers' face. I fought back the acidic taste of bile that rose in my throat as I looked away. As I continued through the graveyard, the faces of the soldiers I had come to known watched me with Death's eyes. I shuddered and continued on. Then I came across to the sight that caused my already weak knees to fail. "Father…"

Of course the factual part of my brain retaliated, shouting the truth out of who this man really was…or wasn't, but still…he had been the only father I had ever known. After a short breakdown, I scolded myself for acting like such a weakling. It was then I noticed something clenched in his hand. Gathering my frazzled nerves, I reached forward and forced the stiff limb open. His Guardian's card lay faded in his hand. As my fingers lightly brushed against the card, it suddenly grew bright again, feeding off my own life energy. With a roar, the golden dragon appeared from the sky and alighted in front of me, horribly translucent.

/You are…the heir/ its weak voice said. I almost nodded but caught myself. "But I am not of noble blood."

/Yes. I know./ The dragon lay on its stomach, its magnificent wings drooping with lack of energy. However, it still radiated pride. /He told me…I was to join you if something were to happen./

"And so it has," I whispered.

/Sadly enough, yes. So, if you will…allow me to…become your Guardian./

I was flabbergasted to say the least. A radiant monster like this? "But you're a-- I mean-- you'll help me?"

The monster seemed to smile. /My status as a so called 'God' card is unimportant. But I will come with you. If you accept, that is./

"O-of course! I'd be honored, Ra."

The dragon nodded. /Very well then./ Ra slowly stood, his image wavering. /I must rest. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more use to you…or him./

I closed my eyes, my throat tight. "It's in the past. The path of the present lies before us now." I reopened my eyes. "It's the path we must take now."

The god nodded. /You are very wise for your age./

I laughed and rested a hand behind my head. "Some people don't think so."

Ra chuckled, a sound deep in his throat. /Be careful. Until then./

"I will."

The dragon's image faded completely into the night. Still somewhat amazed at just what happened, I put the card on the top of my deck. No matter what I needed to continue on. Leaving the former battleground, I turned towards it and bowed in respect. I didn't have time to give each and every brave soldier a proper burial. Hopefully they remained just as strong in Death and would find the next world themselves. "Farewell." With a final look, I turned and continued on towards the gates of Cairo.

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Seito's POV

The Dark Magician had left an hour ago. Rane had stayed by my side, despite my constant urgings I was fine. I had crawled on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, my mind too troubled to sleep or rest. Looking across the room, I saw it wasn't the same with my Guardian. The stress from the past couple of days had finally caught up with him and he had fallen asleep in a chair in the corner. He had curled up in the too-small chair, hands curled by his cheek and breathing slow, occasionally disturbing the long shimmering strands that spilled around him. He looked otherworldly. Which, technically, he was. Why a creature like this had remained faithful to me after what I had done to him, I did not know. I was the monster, not him.

Shaking my head, I looked down at the deck in my hands. The Dragon Capture Jar card glowed warmly on top. Closing my eyes, I released its prisoner. //But please, do not come here now.//

/Thank you, Master Seito. It's good to have you back./

I didn't reply as the dragon's voice faded in my mind. With that done, I brought my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. I ached to leave this increasingly stuffy room but Heishin would be waiting for just that opportunity. What to do? What to do? My eyes slowly grew heavy. What to do?

I jumped as my sleep was interrupted by a cry from Rane. As I looked up, he fell off the chair and onto the floor. "Master Seito! We have to get out of here!" he exclaimed suddenly, trying to detangle himself from his robes and stand.

I also stood, trying not to show alarm at his outburst. "Calm down. What is it?" I asked in an even tone.

"They're coming! We need to leave!" he retorted, calming himself only slightly.

I barely caught a glimpse of his eyes, which showed a mixture of fear and something I couldn't quite place.

Before I could stop him, Rane dashed to the door and flung it open. There was a bright flash and he was instantly thrown backwards and hit the wall hard with a cry. I ran to check to see if he was okay. No way he could be hit that hard taking his own power into consideration. I found a fluttering pulse in his wrist and the only visible injury my Guardian had sustained was a small trickle of blood starting down his face.

Looking towards the door, I spotted his assailant. A large Meteor Black Dragon stomped into the room, the air still blistering hot around it due to its attack. No wonder Rane had been beaten back. Suddenly its golden glare focused on me. I backed away, trying to reach the cards I had left on my bed. Further attracted by my movement, the large red and black dragon started towards me. Raising its eight inch claws, it prepared to strike. Quickly I called upon a spell. The ice attack caught the monster off guard and it stumbled back. Unfortunately it shook off the effects quickly and roared in anger. I couldn't summon spells quickly enough and it took too much energy. I was out of options. I squeezed my eyes shut as it charged forward.

"White Lightning!"

The large dragon fell to the ground with a loud thud, roaring in agony. I looked across the room and saw Rane leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and hand still raised in attack mode, random bolts of the white electricity sparking from his fingers.

"Master…get out of here now…I can hold him…just a bit longer…"

"Rane…"

The roar of the enemy monster signified its return. Rane ran forward, transforming at the same time in a flurry of wings. With an even louder roar, he tackled the Meteor Black Dragon and the two monsters rolled into the hall. I quickly followed after but hesitated at what to do. Rane couldn't win this fight on his own.

/Go now!/ he yelled.

Nodding, I turned. Only to come face to face with Heishin himself.

"Long time no see."

I backpedaled but I was already too close. He caught me the same way as before. Before my mind registered what happened, a dagger was pressed to my throat. I quickly caught my breath and tried not to panic. Was now his time to kill me?

"You're almost too much trouble for your own good, boy."

Fighting the arm that held me, I retorted, "You wouldn't kill your best pupil yet, would you?"

Caught by surprise, I twisted and claimed the knife from Heishin. He abruptly froze.

"Don't do anything you'll regret later."

My gaze narrowed. "I know I won't regret this."

His gaze flickered behind me and he smirked. I suddenly noticed the sounds of the battle between the two dragons had faded.

"You will regret it."

Confused, I slowly turned, keeping one eye on the High Priest. The Meteor Black Dragon had a human Rane around the throat and pinned against the wall, his wings broken behind him. My Guardian's struggles were becoming increasingly weaker.

"Surrender now and the monster will go free, however, if not…"

Hearing its master's unsaid command, the dragon tightened its grip. A weak strangled cry escaped from Rane as he fought to free himself. Growling, I dropped the dagger to the ground with a final 'clink.'

Chuckling to himself, Heishin stood and signaled to his Guardian. The Meteor Black Dragon relinquished its hold and the pale figure fell to the floor, gasping for breath and holding a hand to his slightly cut neck.

/I'm sorry/ I directed at him.

He looked over at me, bright blue eyes pleading. Breath still lost, he communicated through our link. /No…you know what he'll do to you./

/Save your strength./

Tuning his weak protests out, I looked to Heishin and bowed my head in defeat.

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Celena's POV

Dear Diary,

Bored, bored, bored. There is absolutely nothing fun to do at the palace anymore! Ever since father died two years ago, things in Cairo have changed dramatically. Yami has been too preoccupied with running the country to pay much attention to me. Some days the stress really gets to him. Unfortunately, those bad days are normally when he meets with the city officials from Thebes, Gaza and others. So people now tend to think that my brother is horribly mean and unforgiving. If only they knew him like I do, then they'd see that he's just the opposite.

Yami knows me just as well. I can talk to my brother about anything on my mind from what I'm going to do tomorrow to even my deepest secrets… like sneaking out of the palace during the day. And he's okay with that because he's my brother and he feels the same way. He says I'm only going to be a kid once and to enjoy it while I can before I have to be a queen. He's starting to sound so much like dad…

I don't get to see my betrothed as much either. Normally he stays in smaller cities down the Nile River, but a little while ago I received news that Malik would be going back to Babylon. With or without me, I don't know. The legal document my dad signed says I have to go with him as soon as I'm thirteen years old, and my thirteenth birthday isn't too far away. I hope I don't have to go yet. Yami needs all the help he can get!

I suppose it would only be fair if I gave a full account of how everyone is doing at home. I think Dark is finally giving into Dark Girl. He seems more comfortable around her-- actually enjoying her company. Well, it's an improvement from him whacking her with his staff whenever he got annoyed with her. Dark Girl may finally have her dream of becoming a mother come true! She has been acting a little weird lately. Maybe it's already happened! I'm so happy for the both of them.

…Playing matchmaker is sooooo much fun…

Speaking of the monsters, the ones from Yami's deck come by regularly to say hi. Well, most of them anyway. Luster is still sticking to his wandering attitude, but he's still around more often ever since Yami started dueling officially. Celtic, however, comes by for the sole reason of bugging Luster and giving me sadistic grief of one particular thing in general. I'd better start at the beginning.

See, most children get their dueling decks at age thirteen. It's a big event when a child receives their first deck, which is made by the child's parents or guardians and the cards are chosen according to the child's personality. Well, as you know already, my thirteenth birthday is coming up and we plan to have my deck ceremony on the same day. Even though he's so busy, Yami volunteered to make my deck. He claims he didn't want any of the guards screwing it up.

There's one tiny little problem though… I can't duel. Really, I can't. No matter how hard I try I can never win a single game… at anything! Just because I'm the little sister of the King of Games and Pharaoh everyone thinks I'm at his level. I'M NOT! This is what Celtic gives me grief about all the time.

What I really love to do is write and I'm obsessed with politics. I know it's a bit unusual for my age, but how else am I supposed to keep Heishin on his toes? I remember more then once going up to my dad with a huge sheet of papyrus and explaining to him why Egypt needs to change into a democracy. Well, all Dad would do was laugh and tell me that, "Celena, you have an extremely creative and complex mind… don't ever lose your edge and whit." And that would be that.

My creativity helps me write. My first little short story I ever wrote was about a group of kids discovering a cursed tomb and getting amazing super powers to help keep the peace of Egypt. The only one I ever told about my story was Yami. He proofread it for me and helped me with some spelling mistakes, but that was a while ago.

Going back to my overrated dueling skills, I've been sneaking out of the palace to meet with two of my brother's friends, Jono and Teana, to teach me how to be a better duelist. It's not working. Teana says I'm improving, but she's just naturally optimistic about everything, even in the gloomiest moments. It doesn't matter; I won't have to duel in my lifetime. The rest of my life is going to be spent with Malik Ishtar in marriage (which really isn't so bad) and be Queen of Babylon and Egypt. Oh, joy.

In other news, Yami's Kuriboh is sick. It's kind of funny though. The little furball keeps coughing up hairballs. Celtic says it's like the Kuriboh is making little clones of itself without the magic card, Multiply. Yami is trying his best to take care of it. We think it's just a little cold. Celtic is always trying to crack jokes about the Kuriboh. The worst one was a couple of years ago when the Kuriboh was really excited about some special event, I forget what it was. Celtic was so kind as to translate for the rest of us. "What is it, little buddy? Is Yami stuck in a well?!" Kuriboh refuses to talk to Celtic to this day.

Yes, it's rather sad. All of my friends are my brother's friends and all the monsters. Like Seito and Bahku. Something happened to both of them and I know Heishin has something to do with it. He just has to! Bahku would have never acted like that towards Yami ever. Since I'm the youngest person in the palace everyone thinks I'm too ignorant to know what happened to Bahku the day he came back. I do know. I saw the whole thing. Well, I listened to it anyway. If I had known that the creation of the Millennium Items would lead to this… I would have told Daddy to not make them. But Yami and I were too young to know and Heishin had too much influence over Daddy his entire life.

It's all the fault of the Millennium Items. The real Bahku is trapped inside the Millennium Ring and somehow, someday I intend to get him out. If only I knew how…

Seito is a whole other story. I never really knew him that well, but Yami always tells me stories about how we all worked together as kids to wreak havoc throughout the city. Seito must have been a really nice guy. Unfortunately, Heishin got a hold of him and now look at him. He's practically Heishin's little permanent minion! Which, dear diary, brings me to what I believe is the heart of all of these misadventures.

Heishin, I really, really don't like him and I make sure that he knows it. A little prank here and a little prank there, I think he gets the point. I know my brother is suspicious, but Heishin is deliberately trying to make him busy so he can't worry about it. The sneaky little freak.

In that case, I've finally decided to take things into my own hands. Technically, I'm supposed to be co-ruling with Yami but I think I can help him more by taking care of some major problems myself. I'll start out with a simple prank, the old bucket of water on top of the doorframe. It was one of Yami and Bahku's most popular pranks and now I'm going to cry on the papyrus will get all wet and that would not be good. I can't let myself go soft now before a prank… I really miss Bahku…

Putting her diary back under her pillow, the young princess sat up from her bed, feeling somewhat uneasy. There was both too much and too little going on. Gathering her stuff, Celena went off to her task.

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"He's beautiful, Asura," said Dark lovingly, looking down at the small bundle Dark Magician Girl held. Tired but happy DM Girl brushed the blanket away to reveal a bright pair of aquamarine eyes staring up at them.

"My dream came true," she whispered. "Right, Yume?"

The child mage giggled in response.

"Do you want to hold him?"

"Of course."

The Dark Magician sat next to DM Girl on the bed and took his son into his arms for the first time. He was amazed yet again at the miracle of life. Monsters grew and matured at an amazing rate. In about a month, Yume would be equal to Celena in age. It was time to cherish these moments. Yume suddenly yawned, cooed softly, then closed his eyes.

"Oops, time for a nap," said DM Girl.

Smiling, Dark gently handed the child back to his mother. He sighed as he stood. "Very well then. Take it easy. Don't do anything until Milyna tells you. I have some business I have to take care of."

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Leaving the room, Dark shook his head. Miracles…Him and DM Girl getting together was enough of one. Turning into a hallway, a cloaked figure came into view.

"You there! Stop!"

The person turned and spotted him. "Dark Magician?"

"Who are you?"

The violet cloak was pulled back. "Prince Malik?! What are you doing here?"

The teenager nearly collapsed in relief. "Thank the gods. I have urgent news."

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Later that night…

"What do you mean you can't do anything?!" exclaimed Malik.

Yami shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't make a move before they do. I can't start a civil war."

Malik clenched his fists. "But you're the pharaoh," he protested weakly.

The other teen sighed. "I can't cause a commotion. You have no idea at how many political problems we're already having in Egypt."

"But…" All the anger seemed to seep out of the blonde Egyptian. He seemed to collapse in himself. He bowed his head, his ribs giving another scolding for standing too long. He winced. "Very well, then. It's over," he whispered. Bowing in respect, clearly a task for the injured prince, he turned and took his cloak from the guard.

Yami jumped up from the throne. "Wait Malik!" He jogged over, his golden jewelry clinking and clanking. "You can stay here if you want. We've got plenty of room."

But Malik just shook his head. "No. I'll just be a hindrance. And I also need to console my peo-- I mean, the Babylonians."

"Are you sure? You're still hurt."

Malik smiled and waved him off. "I'll be fine."

"Okay. Take care. I'll arrange supplies for you."

"Thank you, hm."

Yami shook his head. "Now don't you start calling me that, too. I hear it enough from everybody else."

Malik smiled again. "I have the feeling I'll see you later. Good luck."

"Same to you. Oh, and you will be back soon. Celena's waiting."

Malik rolled his lavender eyes and departed.

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A month later…

"You still can't catch me!"

"Just you wait, Yume! I'll get ya!"

Childish laughter echoed in and outside the palace. A silvery-white haired boy jumped over a line of hedges with Celena not far behind. As the girl closed in, Yume focused his energy and teleported. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Celena tripped on her next jump and landed in a fountain. Yume appeared on the edge, looking down at the soaked princess.

"No fair! No powers!" she complained. "Dark Girl is gonna kill me for ruining another dress!"

"I don't think she will."

"Oh yeah?" Celena grabbed the mage's ankle and pulled him down as well. He quickly came to the surface sputtering.

"Aw, mom's gonna kill me!"

"I thought she was in a good mood?" teased Celena.

"Oh, shut it," retorted Yume, climbing up the marble wall and hoisting himself over. Celena joined him shortly, brushing rogue strands of gold and brown hair out of her face. She found the young monster was trying to wring out his crimson and silver robes identical to his father's. He was having little success.

"Yume! Celena! What happened to you two?!"

The children cringed as DM Girl ran up to them. "I've been looking all over for you two. The ceremony is tonight! And what are you doing? Goofing off!"

"Geez, mom. You're starting to sound like dad."

"Watch your mouth, mister," snapped DM Girl. "Now both of you, off to your rooms now."

Grumbling, the twelve-year-olds walked off.

"And Yume, come to my room."

"Ooh, busted," whispered Celena..

"Oh, bugger off."

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Yume sat on the bed, nervously waiting for his mother. Dark Magician was busy helping Yami prepare Celena's deck for tonight. So at least it was only one angry parent. It stunk having two parents who were mages. His musings were interrupted as DM Girl stormed in.

"Uh, hi m--"

"Quiet." DM Girl flopped down on the bed and sighed heavily.

Confused for not having to face an angry outburst, Yume crept over to her. When DM Girl opened her eyes, a pair of curious aquamarine orbs stared down at her. "What's wrong, mom?"

"It's nothing. Just a lot of stuff is going on right now." She sat up and motioned for Yume to turn around. Sighing, he obeyed. DM Girl grabbed a brush and stared running it through the silvery strands.

"Your hair's getting long," she commented.

"Yeah. Soon it'll be just like dad's."

"You already resemble your father all too much."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"It depends," replied DM Girl, chuckling.

Silence fell between the two, then, "Mom, I had those dreams again."

DM Girl's hand froze where it was. "Again?"

"Yeah. Something bad's gonna happen. I'm sure of it." Yume turned to face his mother, legs crossed. "They keep getting worse and worse and faster and faster then they go black."

"You can't interpret them?"

Yume shook his head.

DM Girl swallowed nervously, the serious expression on her son's face all too unnerving. He can't be a prophetic mage…can he? One hasn't existed since the Beginning, she though, thoroughly concerned. But if he is…that means something will happen soon. And I fear for what that means for him. The few that existed became martyrs.

"Mom?"

DM Girl was jolted out of her sorrowful thoughts. She forced a smile. "It's probably nothing, dear. Now turn back around."

"But--"

"Now."

Knowing better than to argue, he sighed and complied. The last few minutes were filled with a tense silence in the room.

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Damn it. I'm gonna be late, Malik mentally complained. The military were so unorganized and unmotivated it took weeks to get them in some semblance of order. He was obviously running late. He was obligated to be there for his so called "future wife." Sighing, he pulled the lower face covering up on his cloak. The storm was picking up again. This day just keeps getting better and better.

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Celena warily crept through the halls, watching out for the guards. Yume would usually be here to watch her back, but he hadn't returned yet. She would have to carry out this task by herself. Quietly, the princess slipped into Seito's room. It was his turn for a nice wake-up call. Setting the pail of water on the floor, she closed the door behind her. Now, how to get the water up there without Yume's help? Who knew how long he was gone? And there was only about an hour left before the ceremony. She jumped as she suddenly heard voices coming down the hall. Hastily pushing the bucket under the bed, Celena leapt into the closet and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Peeking from behind the fabric, she just had a good enough view of the room and door.

The princess saw Heishin enter the room, Seito's arm around his neck and helping his limp pupil into the room. "I though the symptoms would wear off earlier. You should have told me you were getting the headaches more frequently."

"I'm…sorry…my lord."

"Hmph. Nothing you can change now." Heishin placed Seito on the bed where the young priest lay down. Taking a vial from seemingly out of nowhere, Heishin poured a small amount of the contents into a cup of water. Mixing it together, he braced the protesting Seito to a half-sitting position. "Drink." Seito weakly obeyed, his eyes closing in both exhaustion and the effect of the so-called medicine. The taking the Millennium Rod, Heishin sealed the spell and waited. In a few moments, Seito groaned and stirred.

Opening his eyes once more, he slowly sat up. "What do you need, my lord?"

Crossing his arms, Heishin looked down at his servant. "As you know, tonight we make our move. Do you remember the plan?"

"Of course, sir."

"And?"

"I'm to take care of the princess while you dispose of the pharaoh and his Guardian."

Heishin nodded. "Precisely. You should be able to handle the brat's monster with ease."

Seito's eyes narrowed. "And what of the mage child?"

The high priest shrugged. "It matters. He may still be young enough to turn to our side. Plus I have my suspicions that he is a prophetic mage."

"Prophetic?" exclaimed Seito. "One hasn't existed since the Beginning."

"Exactly why he would be useful to us."

"You do know his parents won't give him up without a fight. They would readily give their lives to protect him."

"Well they'll just have to. The monsters will be too busy at the time anyway. You can take care of the child after you have secured the princess."

"Yes sir."

"Are the element mages ready?"

"Yes, my lord. Their apprentices will join with me until you make the first move, then we'll split and take care of business and then regroup in the royal chambers when done."

"Good. Very good. Then I'll see you in an hour."

"Of course."

Nodding, Heishin turned and left the room. Seito sighed and looked out the window. Tonight would be a night of reckoning. A new age was upon Egypt. And he would be a part of it all…

Suddenly there was a crash and a yelp from his closet. "What the…" Seito stood and made his way over to the disturbance. There were no further sounds. Frowning, he pulled the curtain back. Celena lay sprawled in the back, boxes, books, and clothes piled nearly on top of her. She froze when she saw the figure of the priest standing over her.

"Uh...hi, Sei-"

"You heard everything?" It was more of a statement than a question. Celena shrunk back against the wall, fear in her eyes. Something in Seito broke at seeing his past "acquaintance" like this. Carefully keeping his expression neutral, he backed up and cast a barrier spell over the whole room. Once he left, no human could leave or enter the room without his permission. Backing towards the door, he watched Celena warily creep out of the closet. Reaching into his deck, he summoned one of his Guardians. The middle of the Blue Eyes appeared, its size quickly adjusting to the room.

"Slace, keep watch over this human. Make sure she doesn't leave the room."

/Yes, master./

The dragon lowered itself to all fours and curled its long tail around itself like a giant cat. Seito nodded in acknowledgement and opened the door.

"Wait Seto!" Celena ran forward but a claw stopped her dash. The Blue Eyes shook its head.

"You'll be safe here. This would be the last place anyone would look for you."

"Seito…"

Resting his jeweled hat atop his head, the priest turned and left to his mission.

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Dark sighed as he paced back and forth, absentmindly tapping his staff against his leg. Dark Girl and Yume silently watched him. Yami was trying his best not to join his Guardian's actions. The pharaoh tapped his fingers against the throne. Where was Celena? Ah, the question of the hour. The ceremony was supposed to start soon. Over in the corner, Celtic sat in a large window and Luster leaned against the wall next to him. Both were surprisingly quiet. The elfin warrior balanced his sword on his finger and his partner half-heartedly examined his helmet, then rested it on Celtic's ledge as he crossed his arms. Dark finally stopped his pacing and stood beside his family.

"Don't worry. She'll show up soon," assured DM Girl.

"Hopefully," grumbled the violet-clad figure. Dark turned to his son. "When was the last time you saw her, Yume?"

There was no response. Concerned, Dark knelt in front of the silver haired child. "Yume?"

His eyes were blank and he stared straight ahead, as if in a trance. "So it begins," he whispered.

"What?"

The doors were suddenly blown in by a gust of magic. With a cry of alarm, Dark leapt in front of his family and took up an attack stance. Celtic and Luster followed his actions in front of Yami. When the dust settled, Heishin stood confidently in the entrance, smiling smugly.

"What are you doing?!" demanded Yami.

"Good evening, pharaoh. I hope I haven't interrupted anything."

Yami growled as he clutched the Millennium Puzzle. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Oh, just a rebellion."

Dozens of priests and traitorous guards gathered around Heishin. All the monsters tensed as they raised their weapons. The soldiers' monsters surged into the room but did not yet attack. "I have a proposal, pharaoh. Your monsters and Guardian fight my followers'. Whatever of your monsters remain get to challenge me in a Shadow Game. That is, if there are any left at the time."

"That isn't fair!" yelled Celtic.

"We would already be worn down from the previous fights," pointed out Luster, visibly calmer than his comrade. "It is a disadvantage for our side."

"It's the only option I'm going to offer you to a fair fight."

"But it's not fair," hissed the elf.

"Calm down," said Yami. "You're on, Heishin."

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Celena wanted to yell out in frustration. She had managed to reach the window but there was some kind of invisible barrier blocking her escape. The princess fell to the floor, holding back tears by grumbling about certain friends going insane. "But, what's going to happen to everyone else? Yami, Dark Girl, Yume…"

She jumped as something sharp gently touched her cheek. /Don't cry, little one/ 'said' the Blue Eyes, withdrawing its claw. /Everything will be fine./

"You're a bad guy! Of course you would say that! It won't be fine! Everyone's gonna get hurt or…" she broke off.

Feeling sympathetic to the human girl, Slace curled around Celena, feeling her body shake.

"P-please, get me out of here."

/That would put you into danger./

"I don't care!" yelled Celena. "I don't care as long as no one else gets hurt!"

The Blue Eyes lowered its head. /That's a very courageous statement./ It looked to the door. /He may still be out there and in danger himself,/ thought the dragon. /If anything happened to him I would never forgive myself./ /Very well then. I'll take you through./

"What?" exclaimed Celena, looking up.

The dragon stood, still somewhat on its haunches. /Get on./

The brown and golden haired girl hesitated for a moment but then she obeyed. Getting up proved more difficult then it seemed though. The dragon's scales were linked closely together thus making its hide quite slippery. It took more than one attempt for Celena to get on, grumbling about her skirts. "Okay, I'm ready."

/Just stay as close to me as you can. There is going to be some resistance as we go through the barrier./ The monster started towards the doorway. As they went through, Celena felt like something was trying to push her off the Guardian, but she kept her arms tightly around the dragon's neck. When she opened her eyes, they were finally in a desolate hall. "Thank you! I don't how to make it up to you!"

/Just don't get yourself killed./

Celena smiled. "Sure thing." Then she turned and took off at a dead run to find her brother.

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Celtic gasped for air as he sliced through a Grappler, whose claws narrowly missed gutting him like a fish. Holding his sword at ready, he backed up to get a chance to breathe. His back met something hard. Whirling around, the warrior raised his sword to strike. He abruptly halted when he found a silvery blade at his neck. Luster smirked. "Getting a little slow there."

"Oh quiet." The two separated and leapt back into the spree.

Dark and DM Girl attacked in perfect unison, both keeping an eye on their son. "Yume! When you get a chance, get out of the palace and into the city!" yelled Dark as he blocked a hit from a Rabid Horseman. He sideswiped the centaur who fell heavily back to the ground.

"Yeah, dad," the child replied shakily. He knew his magic, but he hadn't been trained fully how to attack or defend.

With a cry, DM Girl attacked a Crawling Dragon with a spell. The two adult mages nodded to each other. "Yume! Now!"

"Right!" The young monster ran for the crumbling doorway. Dark's attention was suddenly diverted as a Flower Wolf leapt for his throat, growling fiercely. A quick blast of dark magic took care of it.

"AH! Mom! Dad!"

Dark whirled around, his heart leaping in his throat at his son's voice. Yume was caught around the waist by a figure Dark knew too well. "Seito?"

"Dad! Hel--!" Yume's plea was cut off with a sharp blow to the head. Dark growled as he leapt forward.

"Ah-uh-uh." Seito unsheathed a dagger and held it to the small mage's throat. Instantly Dark froze, clenching his fists. He stopped DM Girl's advancements as she just noticed the situation.

"Seito, please don't hurt him," she begged. Yume's small scared whimper broke the parents' hearts.

"You…you," hissed Dark.

"Tsk, tsk. Watch what you say, monster." The silver blade wavered even closer. Dark could just see a small line of crimson mark the knife.

"What do you want?" gave in Dark, trying to control his temper.

A smirk crossed Seito's face. "Your lives, of course."

The mages let out a yelp as they were suddenly yanked up from behind. Relinquished was quick and cruel with its work, trapping the mages with their hands to their sides, both caught within the power thief's body. Dark gasped out loud as he felt all his magic and strength drained from his body. Struggling, he managed to looked over at his partner, who was in the same situation but far worse, since DM Girl had less power than him. She could die far easier. The Guardian couldn't keep back a yell as his armor finally gave into the pressure and shattered, bits and pieces digging into his flesh. Relinquished seemed to enjoy the taste of blood even more, tightening its hold to maximum. Dark's head slumped against his chest. He didn't know how much more he could take…

Looking up from the chaos, exhausted from the numerous summonings, Yami spotted his Guardian's predicament. "Dark!"

Heads turned at his cry. Celtic and Luster, bruised and bloody but still battle-ready saw what had become of their leader. "Calypse!" yelled Celtic. Dodging the few remaining enemies, they charged Relinquished.

"No! …Don't!…" gasped Dark.

The two stopped, feet away. "Why?!" exclaimed Luster, his cool façade fading.

"It'll...get…you, too…"

Celtic growled in frustration. He had to watch one of his best friends die right in front of him. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it. He yelled out, "This is impossible! This can't be happening!"

Luster looked over with concern at his friend. This was terrible for all of them. Bowing his head, something suddenly caught his eye.

"Sage, MOVE!"

Luster pushed the elf aside. The Meteor Black Dragon rushed into Luster instead, the two falling to the ground with a crash. The warrior gasped out loud as he felt sharp talons cut through his armor effortlessly. Lightning bolts of pain raced through his side as his breath was cut off. He felt his blood along with his opponent's drip beneath him. The dragon let out a final roar as it futilely tried to reach the scimitar buried in its chest. Finally it sagged and fell.

"RYON!!"

Jumping to his feet, the elf mustered all his strength and pushed the corpse off of his friend. Celtic knew it was already over by the sight of crimson overcoming ebony. Luster smiled sadly as Celtic gingerly pulled him to a half-sitting position. "H-hey…better…get back…to the fight…" he said softly.

"Not unless you're coming," Celtic replied fiercely, his throat tight.

Luster closed his eyes. "I…I'm afraid not, buddy…" His eyes didn't open again.

Celtic closed his own eyes, willing tears away. He clenched his fists in anger. This can't be happening…He carefully lay the still body of his comrade back on the ground, the fiery hair pooling beneath him. This is it. Celtic stood. His gaze met that of Dark, whose sapphire eyes were opened wide in disbelief. Then he shook his head 'no.' Celtic tore his amber gaze away as his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. This is going to end now. He whirled toward Heishin and charged.

"Sage! Don't!" yelled Dark.

But the elf was deaf to his yells. With a shout, Celtic brought his blade down. But it stopped a mere foot away from his foe.

"Incompetent monster," sneered Heishin as Celtic tried to get through the barrier. "You're no match for the power of a Millennium Item." Brandishing the Millennium Rod, he focused its power on the warrior. Celtic's arm moved away from the priest.
"What the…?!" he exclaimed. Involuntarily, his grip on the sword was switched and the blade now faced his own heart. Gritting his teeth, Celtic did all he could to fight this magic. But it was futile. The blade broke through his green and silver armor and through his body. Shocked, he fell to his knees.

"NO!!" cried Dark, unable to get free without hurting himself further.

The elfin warrior looked over at his friend, eyes soft. "S-sorry, Calypse…Looks like…its up to you again…" With a weak smile, he too fell to the blood-stained floor.

Dark squeezed his eyes shut, tears still seeping through. This…this is horrible...No...this isn't…this isn't happening… Around the trapped mage, a dark aura surged forth. This isn't right. Beneath closed lids, Dark's eyes had changed to a deep crimson, his hair darkening to a wavy black. I won't let this continue!! The aura lashed out. Relinquished shrieked and let go of its quarry, half its side blown apart. The new spellcaster caught the unconscious DM Girl and gently touched down to the ground. Yami was shocked. What had happened to his Guardian? Placing the female magician on the ground, the monster formed a black and crimson staff. The Chaos Mage turned to Yami and said the finishing four words.

"Let's finish this, Yuugioh."

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Yami-chan: CHAPTER SIX IS DONE!!! WHOOHOO!! PARTY!!!

Chaos: *glaring* You still have two chapters left…

Celtic: You killed me?! You killed me?! How could you kill me?!?!

Luster: *nearly sleeping on YC's beanbag chair * 'Cause you're too loud…

YC: Sorry it took so long to get this out. ;P If you can believe it, the next one's gonna take even longer. School starts in four days…*cries*

Thank you all reviewer who encouraged me to get off my lazy butt and type! You're all my savior!!

Unrealistic: *stares (cause she can't glare ^_^;)*

YC: *grumbles* Oh, and my hikari too….

Note: In case you didn't know, Yume means 'dream' in Japanese. I thought it was pretty cool. *smiles.

And the Meteor Black Dragons, they actually came from the PS game "Forbidden Memories." One of Heishin's most powerful monsters was the Meteor Black Dragon so I decided, what the heck? Make them his Guardians. He does have three in his deck in the game. Probably the reason I haven't beat him yet. Dragons are cool…