Author's Note: O.K. Now the angst part of the story comes into play. You do not have to grab of box of tissues yet, but you will need them in the second to last chapter. Anyway, here is the first clue to my guessing what my name is. Clue No. 1: It is a girl's name with eight letters in it. Anyway, e-mail me your answers. -Yuugi-chan

Chapter9:

Priest Akunadin's POV:
Damn girl, is there no way to get rid of her? Not only that, but the poor, pathetic, excuse of what we call a "pharaoh" has increased the number of guards surrounding the medical chambers where she resides.
I don't know what my son sees in this child of Set, but I will not let it go any longer! Also, I need to cover the truth of death of my wife. Wretched woman, how could she have gone soft and not comply with my plans to kill my brother? Not only that, how could Seto know that I killed her, nonetheless remember?
Maybe I don't have to worry about these things, as I have a plan to get rid of that girl once and for all.

Pharaoh Yami's POV:
"Seto! She's gone!" I said, gasping for breath.
"Gone? What do you mean 'she's gone'?" he said, turning on me.
"Just what I said, she's gone! Not only that, but all the guards that were guarding the medical chambers are DEAD!"
"WHAT?!"
"Dead Seto, they were drowning in their own blood!"
"Is their any trace of where this person took her?"
"None whatsoever. However, I did find this."
I handed him a golden cartouche with his name on it, stained with blood.
"Oh no," he said shakily, "He couldn't have. How could he have known? Leaving it just in spite to chip away the very center of me!"
He clenched the cartouche in a fit of rage, "CURSE YOU FATHER! CURSE YOU!"
Then, I knew. As soon as he said those words, I knew. I knew and I understood.
"Seto," I said, grabbing his arm, "I know where he went. Come on, follow me!"
He looked ready to lash out, but my words took affect and he recalled that emotion.
"Lead the way," he said, while we both ran out the door.

Kisara's POV:
Seto, I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Seto, I need you, I want to be in your arms, assured and comforted that you will protect me.
If you ever come across what I have written, please keep it safe, as these may be my last words to you.
Please Seto, come to my aid. I love you.