Kaira: *Walking along* *Suddenly disappears*

Yami: O_o where did she go?

Pharaoh Yami; She fell into one of the many stories plot holes...

Yami Kaira: *Goes to mouth of hole with the Sennen Katana and begins poking Kaira with it* Hahahahahahah!

Kaira: *Grabs sword and pulls YK in*

Yami Kaira: . Damn you! *Starts pushing Kaira, who pushes back*

Yami: ... hm... you think we should get 'em out of there...?

Pharaoh Yami: ... Naw... actually, it's quite relaxing without them...

Yami: ... True....

Both: *sit in a lawn chain and sit lemonade*

Pharaoh Yami: Oh yeah, the story she promised you people who wanted Malik is up. It's called Seven Simple Words.

Yami: Yeah, so Kaira doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh *Pokes Lawyers with a stick from the lawn chair* You can go now...


THANK YOU TO KNIGHT OF DARKNESS FOR BETA READING THIS CHAPTER!!


[1] - Insert any alternative you want here. "Daammnn..." ((Old English style)). "Hot diggity damn," Old western style. "Deeaaammmnnn boy," rapper style. "Fucking hell you fucking bitch I'll fucking blow you head off!! DAMN!!" Eminem style.

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Mahado walked around the streets of the town. He stopped in front of Yami - Er... Abayomi's house.

He had just trained Mana a little, but she wasn't doing to well. He had been glad when the sun reached its highest peak, meaning he could finally go see Abayomi.

He knocked on the door, and when he received no reply he opened it door. "Eshe? Abayomi?" He called in. "Nabooru?" He added as an afterthought.

No reply. He took a step inside, and then began to look inside the rooms. No one was home. He paused in the hallway, thinking of where they could be.

"Mahado!" A voice called from behind him, startling him. He whirled around, to be greeted with Abayomi flinging himself at him.

Mahado returned the greeting, and then pulled away. He looked at Eshe. She was carrying some food, so he had figured that they were at the market.

She waddled in, Nabooru following her. "Nabooru, Abayomi, please leave us children," Eshe said, catching the sorrowful look that Mahado was sending her.

Abayomi and Nabooru exchanged a look, and then both scurried out of the house.

"Did - did she give any new news? Has anything changed?" Eshe asked, sorrowfully, already knowing the answer.

"She only gave the date Eshe. The calendars aren't always right. I had a cousin born on the thirteenth day of the first month of Akhet, and he died by being bitten by a snake," Mahado smiled.

Eshe managed a very faint smile. "That may be true, Mahado. But, what if something happens? What if something worse happens?"

"I'm sure everything will be okay," Mahado said, taking Eshe's hands in his. "Everything will be okay... Now don't worry anymore. It's not good for the little one."

Eshe simply nodded, the sense of foreboding still deep within her heart.


"So, what are we going to do?" Abayomi said, energetically, as he always was with Mahado.

Mahado grinned. "You stiff?" He asked.

Abayomi nodded a little. "My legs especially," he sighed.

Mahado leaned down, his back facing Abayomi. "Get on. I know where I can take you," he said.

Abayomi hesitated a little, before crawled onto the older boy's back. Mahado stood, and took off towards the palace. He was suppose to bring one of the physicians to Abayomi's house, but not one would leave the safety of the palace walls. But he knew he could bring Abayomi to the palace.

"Where are we going Mahado?" Abayomi asked, his voice curious.

"You'll see little one," Mahado said, his voice light, and playful. Abayomi fell silent, and stayed like that for the majority of the way.

He spoke up again, when they passed Ramla's house, which was very near the palace...considering she's a priestess, it's only expected... getting of track again, aren't I?

"Mahado. Really. Where are we going?" Abayomi asked, from his place on Mahado's shoulders.

"I told you Abayomi. Just wait a little longer, and you'll see," Mahado smiled.

Abayomi bit his lip, and just held onto his back. Soon they were walking up to the palace walls.

"Mahado! Aishisu told me not to come near the palace," Abayomi yelled suddenly, when he realized where Mahado was taking him.

"I know, 'Yomi, but I know of some physicians who will get rid of you stiffness," Mahado explained airily. He stopped walking suddenly, then turned his head, so he could see Abayomi out of the corner of his eye.

"Just to warn you, some of the people in the palace... they've been through a lot, and their minds sometimes play tricks on them. If anyone says anything to you that's odd, or anything at all like that, then just ignore them, okay?" Mahado asked, seriously. Then he laughed. "One of them even called me Prince Yami! Can you believe that?"

Abayomi allowed himself a faint chuckle, but some sort of... picture had just come to his mind.


"Prince Yami. It's time to go out on the balcony with your father, while he gives his annual speech about the floods," a young woman said, taking a five year old boy, who looked an awful lot like a young him by the hand.


He shook his head sharply, and looked around. He was just passing through the palace gates.

He held onto Mahado tightly, not sure what to do. "Hello Young Priest Mahado," an elderly man said, as he watered a beautiful bush that was shaped like a horse. His watery eyes widened, as he laid eyes upon Abayomi, and his mouth fell open, but he didn't say anything.

Abayomi decided to ignore him, and face the way in which Mahado was walking.

"Guard, may you open the door? My hands are a little full right now," Mahado said, stopping on the marble steps, just outside of the large golden door.

A guard standing near by nodded and opened the door, looking at Abayomi curiously.

"Who's the kid?" He asked, stepping in Mahado's path. Mahado tilted his head to Abayomi slightly.

"He's some kid from the village, named Abayomi Ishaq. The Pharaoh has given him permission to enter the palace, to see one of the physicians on some muscle problem's he's been having since he fought the emseh," Mahado said, laying strong emphasis on the last words of his sentence.

"You mean this is the kid that... this is the son of - he may enter," the guard said, seeming to be at a loss for words.

Abayomi blinked. He didn't think that fighting the emseh was that big of a deal. The son of who exactly? These are what he wanted to ask Mahado as they walked into the great hall of the palace, but as he entered, he seemed to feel that he shouldn't say anything. In fact, it made him feel a little afraid. It was an irrational fear, there really was no reason to it, which he could think of, yet he felt he didn't want to be there.

Mahado tilted his head slightly to the boy on his back. "Is something the matter?" He asked.

Abayomi shook his head. "Why?"

"You're shaking," Mahado answered, slowing his step.

"Just excited to be in the palace is all," Abayomi said, laughing nervously.

"Hmm..." Mahado groaned, as though he didn't exactly believe Abayomi, but wasn't going to argue against him.

Soon Abayomi found himself being carried into a room. In the middle of the room, there was a stone bed-like thing, with a woman standing in the corner, rubbing an ointment on her hands. She turned to Mahado and Abayomi as they entered. Then she gestured to the stone bed-like thing.

"Just lay on your stomach on that," he said. Mahado lowered Abayomi to the ground. Abayomi looked at Mahado questionably, and when Mahado looked at the bed, Abayomi walked towards it cautiously, before laying on it.

"Take off your clothes," the woman commanded. Abayomi's eyes widened, and the woman sighed when she noticed his tense up. "If you are that self-conscious, just take off the top part.

Abayomi looked at Mahado, unsure. Mahado just nodded, and Abayomi soon found himself sliding the top half of his outfit to his waist, since it was attached to the bottom half.

Abayomi looked straight ahead, his chin resting on his hands, as he lay on his stomach once again.

He shivered slightly as the woman's cold and oily hands fell upon his back, and he turned to Mahado once again, only to see the priest walking out of the room.

"Mahado?" Abayomi squeaked, as the woman began to run a particularly sensitive spot on the small of his back.

"Hush young pr - one," the woman said. "Priest Mahado has much important business to attend to around the palace, he doesn't have time to watch me work."

"Uh... what is your work exactly?" Abayomi asked, trying to turn his head around to look at her.

The woman chuckled. "I'm a physician. I'm also a masseuse, if someone is stiff, like you are now, they come to me and I loosen up their muscles. There's more to my job, but this is all you need to know. Now relax. You are so tense," she said, massaging the middle of his back now.

Abayomi sighed, and looked at the door Mahado just exited. He could have at least told Abayomi what he was planning. Abayomi closed his eyes, and allowed his muscles to relax under the strong hands of the woman.




Mahado turned to corner, head hanging, heading towards the training building where they trained new priests to control their baa, and summon their kaa. ((I think that's how it works anyways O_o... I never did understand the whole Baa, Kaa, Heka aspect...)).

"Hey, Mahado, watch it," a woman's voice snapped his head up.

"Aishisu..." Mahado addressed her, somewhat startled.

"Weren't you going to go to Yami's house?" She asked, looking at him.

Mahado nodded. "I've already been. He's with Aziza right now," Mahado answered her.

"Aziza huh? I thought you were going to massage him," Aishisu grinned playfully.

"Aishisu! I already told you! I'm not going to massage Yami," he answered back, glaring.

"Aww... but Mahado, you love him ever so much," she said back, puckering up her lips like she was going to kiss the air. "Oh! I see, you're afraid you won't be good enough and that Abayomi won't like you after you screw up."

"I don't live Yami!" Mahado yelled, then lowered his voice, "I wish you would stop saying that."

"Aww, you don't want me to speak the truth then?"

Mahado glared and then walked away. "Well, now I don't want to ask you out anymore," he grumbled, walking down the hall.

Aishisu followed him where her eyes, for a while, until he turned a corner briskly. "Damn!" Aishisu cursed, then went the way Mahado had come from. [1]



"So how this does loosen my muscles?" Abayomi questioned, as Aziza needed the skin near his shoulders.

"Well, you see," Aziza began to answer. "It stimulates your feeling, and your blood runs faster, and that makes less stress and tension in you muscles."

Abayomi blinked. He still didn't understand, but he decided not to ask anymore. It would probably only confuse him more.

Suddenly Aishisu walked through the door. "Hello Aziza. Hello 'Yomi," she smiled.

"Hello Aishisu," Abayomi smiled, while Aziza simply nodded respectfully.

Aishisu kneeled down in front of Abayomi. "How are you enjoying your massage?" She asked. He smiled.

"It feels good," he grinned.

"I should hope so. Aziza is the best masseuse this side of the Nile," Aishisu grinned. Aziza quickly said thank you, bowing.

Aishisu got up. "Well, I have to go check to see how my student's meditation is going. Shadah's student and mine can never seem to concentrate when they're near each other.

"Bye Aishisu," Abayomi said. She smiled.

"Priestess Aishisu," Aziza said. Aishisu faced her. "Tell Priest Mahado I should be finished with the Young Abayomi Ishaq shortly, so he should come for him shortly."

Aishisu nodded, then she swept out of the room elegantly.

"Are you sore anywhere else?" Azizu asked.

Abayomi smiled. "Just my thighs, but I'll get by," he answered.

Azizu smiled slightly. "Are you sure... I could massage those too if you wouldn't mind?"

Abayomi shook his head, and sat up. "I'll be fine," he smiled. She smiled back, as he pulled the top of his clothes back over his chest.

Mahado sat against the wall, watching as the Priest Shimon trained Mana, and a few of the other students of the priesthood.

He looked at the book in his lap, his lips moving silently as he read over the pages of the book.

"A blood red moon can mean many things. Death of a great one, or one loved by many. It can mean war, or war that is coming. Those who see a blood red moon are often plagued with bad luck for quite a while, but not often.'

"Mahado," a voice snapped him out of the pages of the book, and he looked up into the face of Aishisu.

"Yes?" He asked, closing the book.

"Yami's finished with Aziza, you can go get him now," Aishisu said. Mahado looked at the students one last time before he stood up, and brushed himself off. Then, he left in the direction of Aziza's room




Soon, Mahado came into the room. Abayomi got up and walked to him. "How you feeling kiddo?" Mahado asked.

Abayomi's grin widened. "I feel great!" He exclaimed.

"Great, does that mean that you wanna take a tour of the palace?" Mahado asked. Abayomi nodded excitedly. "Yeah! Show me everything!" He exclaimed.

Mahado smiled, and began to lead Abayomi around the palace.

Suddenly, a teenage boy ran around the corner, nearly plowing into Mahado and Abayomi.

He looked at Abayomi then looked away angrily at Mahado. "The Pharaoh wishes to have you in his presence, and him," the boy sneered the last word, and jerked his thumb towards the tri-colored haired boy.

Abayomi blinked and looked between the boy and Mahado. He nearly immediately recognized the boy from the one who had ran into him a few years back, but couldn't figure out why he was so angry with him.

"He wishes to see – is the Pharaoh alright?" Mahado asked urgently.

The boys lip curled in disdain. "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

"Seto! I - Just - Let's go kiddo, we'll go see the Pharaoh now," Mahado said, not knowing what to say.

Abayomi nodded, then followed the boy, Seto, and Mahado down the hall. Soon they had come to a narrower hallway, looking forbidding and dark, as though it didn't want anyone to walk through it.

Abayomi hesitated, as did Mahado, as Seto carried on. Mahado began walking also, but for some odd reason, Abayomi's legs didn't want to go any further down the hallway.

Mahado turned around. "'Yomi, you coming?" He asked.

Abayomi didn't move. He found he couldn't even reply. He took a step backwards.

"Hey, Abayomi... you look a little pale," Mahado said, taking a step towards Abayomi.

Abayomi took another step back, but his foot slipped, and soon he found himself falling. Mahado shot forward, and grabbed Abayomi's wrist before he fell completely, and Abayomi found that if he would've fallen all the way, he would've hit his head on the wall pretty hard.

"Are you okay?" Mahado asked, his voice filled with concern.

Abayomi nodded. "Um, I - I - I don't th -think I can go there," Abayomi stuttered, looking into the foreboding hall.

"Want me to carry you?" Mahado asked. "The Pharaoh asked for your presents directly."

Abayomi found himself nodding, before he knew what he was doing, and soon he found himself on his friends back for the second time that day. He hid his face in between Mahado's shoulder blades, his eyes closed tightly.

A boney hand soon was laid across Abayomi's shoulder. He jumped and looked into the ancient, wrinkled face, of the man with the golden eye.

He shied backwards, falling out of Mahado's grip and falling on his back to the ground. Seto let out a short, huff, which sounded an awful lot like a laugh.

Abayomi glared at him. Then the man with the gold eye kneeled down in front of Abayomi. It took all of his will power to not back away, or poke the eye.

"I just want to warn you, that the Pharaoh is dying, so he is a little delusional. If he says anything that seems strange to you, just go along with it, okay?" the man said.

Abayomi nodded, then was led into the old mans room with Mahado.


On the bed lay an old man, who probably looked much older then he was. His cheeks and eyes were sunken in, his eyes ringed with the black marks on insomnia. His breathing was ragged and scattered.

"My Pharaoh?" Mahado asked, drawing the old mans gaze. Both the boys had to keep from flinching, the old mans old eyes seeming to have a glaze over them.

The old man smiled, and Abayomi couldn't help but think that it was a warm smile, despite the condition of the face it graced. "Ah, my son. You have decided to see me in my final moments of life," The Pharaoh wheezed.

Abayomi looked up at Mahado. He had never said anything about being the son of the pharaoh.

"Mahado, bring my boy close to me," he said, and Abayomi blinked. Did the old man just say that he was his son?

"Yes sire," Mahado said quietly, before taking Abayomi by his shoulders, and leading him closer to the old man. And suddenly, Abayomi didn't want to be there anymore. He wanted to be anywhere but there.

The oppressive air of death hung heavily around his head, and his ears began to buss annoyingly.

Why was Mahado doing this? Why was he leading him closer to this old, decrepit old mad.

Despite the warm smile that played on the old man's lips, Abayomi couldn't help but feel afraid of this man. That, despite his condition, that the old man was going to hurt him.

He closed his eyes tightly as the man, the Pharaoh, raised his arms, and he almost stepped away, until he felt The Pharaoh wrap him in a gentle embrace.

He opened his eyes widely, and in turn wrapped his arms around the old man, trying not to cringe when he could feel every rib sticking out from his chest, and every vertebra in his back, jutting out through his linen.

"My son, I am so sorry for how I had treated you. I deserved not being able to lay my eyes on you for the past two years. But, you leaving me have probably helped me more then it hurt me. Thanks to you, I got to pull the country out of the slums, into the country it is today.

"I was always more of a Pharaoh trying to teach you to be like me, then I was a father. I forgot you were just a boy, and that you needed a father," The Pharaoh said, speaking quietly into his son's ear.

"You mother. She was a very beautiful woman. I suppose, another reason that I was so cruel to you, was because I loved your mother so much. She died in childbirth."



SMACK! Abayomi fell to the floor. "That's not right boy! You're never going to do anything right like that!"



"Why do you treat him like that?" Abayomi stood outside of a room that contained The Pharaoh Akunamakanon, and Priest Shimon.

"He needs to learn how to be a proper ruler! If he hadn't killed his mother -" Abayomi left then.




Abayomi shook his head violently as images rushed into his head. "My son? Yami?" Akunamakanon asked, his voice sounding hurt.

Abayomi pushed away from him violently. "Don't touch me!" He screamed, holding his head. "Don't touch me you crazy old man! I don't know how you did that to me! Just - just - You can't - GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Mahado grabbed Abayomi by the shoulders, stopping the boy from charging at Akunamakanon. He pried Abayomi's hands from his head, and down to his side, and then grabbed Abayomi by the face, making him look at him.

"Shush, 'Yomi. Calm down," he said soothingly. Abayomi's darting, frantic eyes slowly began to relax, and his ragged, shallow breaths became deeper and more controlled.

Mahado looked at the Pharaoh, prepared to apologized for Abayomi's behavior, when he saw Akunamakanon's eyes. They weren't shocked, of angry or anything. In fact, they looked sorrowful, as though they were expecting this.

"Yami, I just want to tell you. I'm sorry that I couldn't be a better father to you," Akunamakanon said, slipping the pyramid puzzle from around his shoulders.

Mahado's eyes widened. Never once had he seen the Pharaoh without his puzzle. "Yami, please, come here once again," he said.

Abayomi shook his head frantically, looking up at Mahado, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Please 'Yomi. Do it for me, if not for him," Mahado said. Abayomi took a ragged breath, and stepped close to the pharaoh.

Akunamakanon took a gold box off of the stone ledge near his bed. Then he took the puzzle, and held it in his hand. It fell into many pieces, all in the box.

"Yami... I want you to solve this puzzle," Akunamakanon said, placing a golden lid over it.

Abayomi nodded, taking the puzzled. Then, once again, Akunamakanon wrapped his arms around him, in a fatherly embrace.

"For the sake of the justice you believe in, no matter what, never turn your back," he whispered, the ending words nearly lost.

Those were the last words that ever escaped the Pharaoh's lips. He fell limp in Abayomi's arms, and Abayomi laid him down on his bed carefully.

He didn't know the man, he was just a crazy old man. That's what he kept telling himself. A crazy old man, who had implanted horrible pictures in his mind. But, Abayomi couldn't stop the tears that were burning in his eyes. He let them fall, as he closed the now dead mans eyes, and his tears splattered in tiny droplets on the golden box.

He brought it close to his chest, bringing his knees close to him, and let his tears fall.


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Kaira: *Huffing, dirty and sweaty* We FINALLY got out of the plot hole you bastards .

Yami Kaira: No help to YOU TWO .

Yami and Pharaoh Yami: O_o... *Hide lemonade behind them*

Yami: How did you get out?

Kaira: It's called Team Work .

Yami Kaira: Yeah!

Pharaoh Yami: Wow O_o... didn't expect you two to come up with something like that...

YK and Kaira: . GRRRR!!! *Start walking angrily towards them, but fall in another plot hole*

Yami and PY: O_o... we better go before they get out again... *Take of running but also fall into a plot hole*

Yami: O_O Ow!! Get off of me! You way like, 300 pounds, don't you?

Pharaoh Yami: You get off me first . You're no feather yourself...

Yami Kaira: PLEASE REVIEW!!!

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Yami Bakura's Wife: Heh ^_^;; and this took you longer to read, right?? Yay! More Mahado - Aishisu interaction =P


Yugi-Redwall-Fan:

Like I said before, you shall see... I'm so cruel, aren't I? I'm still deciding on whether or not Seto will find out by the end of this fic... most likely not... Abayomi will find out by the end of the fic ^_^;;; I don't know, will you run out of questions?? XD I highly doubt the world will end though. Yay ^_^ Hypernessnessness is gooooddd... lol.



JK:

Yes!! Prove them wrong MWAHAHAHAH*Cough cough* HAHAHHA..... yeah ^_^;; Hehehe... I'm just a little hyper...



Chibi Chibi Tenshi:

I'm not sure if it actually worked, but it lasted the entire 5000 years of Egypt, so it couldn't be completely pointless. Yes, Mana is the DMG ^_^


Rurouni_agra:

Lol ^-^ Dreadfully sorry about the whole Bakery deal ^_^ Yay ^_^ Someone who likes no fics likes mine!! *Glomps* Lol ^_^ okz, glomp away ^_^ Pharaoh Yami's here for everyone's glomping pleasure!! *Glomps him*

Pharaoh Yami: U.U I feel so used...



Aleuwolf:

Yep ^_^ The thing in Mana's mind was her Kaa... or Baa... O_o I don't know, one of the two. Um... you shall see what the blood red moon means!! Mwahahaha!!! *Shifty eyes* Okay... you see... I don't plan ahead in fics O_o So at the time I wrote it, I had no idea what the hell it meant O_o... Hehehe ^_^



Amy:

Lol ^-^ N/p. YAY!! HAIL THE MIGHTY SHONEN JUMP ^-^ lol. I have that issue ^_^ Fun fun. Lol


Meroko-san:

He will....eventually, but once he gets it back, I'll most likely end the fic ^_^;;; I have to perfect ending planned out =P Did he make up well enough? I hope so u.u Yes!! I love all their nicknames ^_^ heheh ^_^ Fuzzy!!!


Cleo:

heh ^-^;; I'm glad you liked it!!


Malik Lover:

heh . That sux. Oh yeah ^_^ The Malik story is up. "Seven Simple Words."



Kura Chan NCK:

awww poor you u.u Naw, you're a good authoress ^_^;;; No where near as many plot holes and mistakes as mine...



Yami Blue Eyes White Dragon:

Heh ^-^ no problem. Yeah, I'm going with the whole symbol of death thingy, but I think it's also a Christian sign for the Apocalypse or the Rapture or whatever you wanna call it O_o...


Link the traveler:

I'm glad you think so ^_^ Thank you ^-^



Silverlight3:

Lol ^-^;; I hope I posted soon enough. Yeah, if Seto does become Pharaoh, all hell probably will break loose, so I don't think I'll let him have that position. Aww lol ^-^ I should be happy that you can't find criticism, huh? Lol ^-^ Thankies!



Tahoerollo:

Bah s'all good ^_^;;. Thankies for the spelling! Weee!! Wow O_o that's cool ^-^ heheh. Lol


Millennium: ((To review on ch. 2))

I'm glad you like it ^_^ Yep, that's the first chapter ^_^ No worries ^_^


Millennium: ((To review on ch. 3))

Heheh ^_^;; I'm glad you like my little authoress' notes ^-^ Fun fun! Actually, from when I began writing, to where I am now, I've read the manga, and Anzu and Jonouchi aren't even in it. I mean, they are, but it's their present selves ^_^;;; hehehe.


Millennium: ((To review on ch. 1))

Lol, they aren't in order because ff.net is a little ass and they screwed them all up . Yeah, I'm just a little mad, but oh well ^-^;;


Millennium: **To review on ch. 4**

There were censored bits? **Goes off to re read chapter** **Gasp** O_O My computers being stupid and won't let me read it ^-^;; so I can't really say, most likely, it was because I didn't want to write anything there?? Yep yep ^_^ Chibi Kaira is cute!!

Kyla: Yay!! Me cute!! *Cute smile*

Kaira-chan: The wedding u.u it never happened u.u *Sniff sniff*

Pharaoh Yami: Thank Ra...

Kaira-chan: Oh shut up.


Millennium: **To review on ch.5**

Really? That really sux . I'm glad that my story is keeping you entertained though =P ^-^


Millennium: **To Review on ch. 6**

I'm glad you thought the ending of the chapters are good! Yay ^_^ lol. I like to end things =P Well... sorta... if I really liked to end things, this story would be done by now ^-^;; Hehehe...


Millennium: **To review on ch. 7**

yep yep ^_^ The chapters will be long =P Unfortunately one of my best friends can't stand reading long chapters, and the only reason she's still reading this is because she's my friend ^_^;; And I kinda told her the ending... lol ^-^


Millennium: **To review on ch. 8**

Yes that was suppose to be animal T-T.... and yes, after I reread that while back, I noticed that and banged my head on the wall for about an hour, the Yami thing...


Millennium: **To review on ch. 9**

Lol, you didn't give me much to review with, now didja? Lol ^-^;; S'ok.


Millennium: *To review on ch. 10**

Oooo ^-^ Sounds like fun =P I'm glad you like those chapters ^_^ hehehe.


Millennium: **To review on ch. 11**

Yes, Bakery is suppose to be Bakura, but see, I didn't have a beta reader back then, nor did I read over my Chapter, so I didn't notice until I had already gotten some reviews, and I'm a little obsessed with reviews ^_^;; The thing about Bakura killing Yami?? Well, I had writers block, and in order to get rid of it I either 1) Write really odd beginning authoress notes, or 2) make up a little mini story on the story ^_^;; Usually it's an extra chapter but... Meh *Shrugs*


Millennium: **To review on chappy 12**

Lol ^-^;; characters always die ^_^;; I don't think I'm going to kill off very many people though ^-^;; lol. So, no worries. And even if I did, because I'm planning on killing some characters for the point of angst, it won't be because of Bakura ^_^;; hehe. Lol.


Pan:

I continued!! I hope it was soon enough.