Well, this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic, and I hope y'all like it!!!!!!!! I
don't know if the rating's going to go up yet, so Read and Review, and if
you realllllyyyy don't mind, I would love to hear your suggestions! Should
Seto fall in love with Rena? Will Andre get what he wants? Well, read and
see, and give me your suggestions ASAP 'cause the next chapter is on its
way!!!!!!!
Now for all the legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine! All mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, actually, I used the names Andre and "The Professor" from Michael Chrichton's book Timeline. A very good read, I highly suggest it!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!)
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She wiped her forehead slowly, the Egyptian sun beating down on her back. She had been trekking the same area over and over, searching for the entrance. She had seen several mirages, but knew for sure she could find it here. She breathed thickly, the air hot and steamy. She reached for her water bottle, but it was gone. She ran in circles, but could see no trace of it.
"Looking for this?" came a voice from behind her.
"Andre! Damn you!" she yelled.
He handed her the water and she drank hungrily. He watched with adoring eyes as she sipped. It spilled on her face, rinsing away dirt and sand, showing her slightly tan complexion. Dark brown, almost black hair rippled down to her waist. Her eyes, mysteriously violet, glimmered in the heat. She caught him staring at her and winked.
"So, what's the big deal? I'm so close to finding it, you could have waited," she said impatiently.
"Hey, listen Rena, something's happened. We haven't seen professor for three hours. Some big hotshot CEO came down this morning. Said he wanted to fund our excavation," Andre said, nabbing her water and taking a drink.
Snatching the bottle back, she said, "Hmm, it's not like a corporate to come down here, did he say what he wanted?"
"No, just called me a archaeological mole or moron or something like that," he said, furrowing his brows.
She laughed, "Well then, shall we?" They took off toward the camp, and the dig site for the temple of Mando Nashti'ora.
As they headed toward the professor's tent, they saw him come stumbling out. He looked flustered, as if arguing for some time now, and his face showed a complexion of anger and agitation.
"Rena, hallo!" the professor called cheerily, "I'm glad you're here!" Rena could not help but wonder why. "It seems," the professor started, "That you are needed."
"What," Rena sputtered, "Needed? Listen professor, what's going on?"
"Everything will be explained to the both of you once you've discussed things with our guest," the professor looked somewhat at a loss for words. Rena walked toward his tent. The bright sun allowed her to see through the thin canvas, and she could make out three figures. One, sat in a chair, hunched as if thinking. The second seemed to be standing obediently in a corner. The next sat next to the first figure, but seemed more relaxed. The professor swept in and said a few things at first in a few hushed tones, but then the voice of one of the strangers spoke up, "Well then, where is she? Probably locked up in a study somewhere."
"That's him," Andre muttered.
In a slight fume Rena strode in the tent, to see the voice that had spoken those words was only a young man of maybe eighteen! This was the hotshot CEO that had the professor so worried? The other two figures were a butler, waiting patiently in the corner, and a small boy with a head of unruly black hair sitting at the table, a very serious look on his face. Rena stood by the professor waiting for something to be said.
"Rena, I'd like you to meet Seto Kaiba. Mr. Kaiba, this is Rena Campbelle, an expert graphologist and linguist,"
"The head of Kaiba Corporation?" she seemed somewhat stunned. She had never seen a single high-ranking businessman at the excavation site. Only a few employees, a couple secretaries here and there. But this young man sitting there had to be Seto Kaiba. He looked at her coldly. He was so quiet, very solemn. All business and arrogance. He sat there and looked at her, checking her up and down. Certainly not what he had expected. He had originally expected a stereotypical graphologist. Lighter hair, primped and preppy. But what he saw before him was a beautiful young woman with dark hair to her waist and eyes that were always curious. Her build was athletic, but kept with the curves of her body. He took his eyes off of her and sniffed contemptuously.
'He's so rude. What a jerk,' she thought. But still she flashed the award-winning smile and held out her hand generously, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Kaiba."
He shook her hand briefly and said, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Campbelle."
'Oh, that arrogant son of a…'
"Well," said the professor interrupting her thoughts, "I believe we should discuss the goings-on at our site. Rena, shall you be so kind as to explain to Mr. Kaiba what we've been doing and tell him of our schedule." She knew what was happening. This was one of the subliminal messages the professor sent. This one clearly said, "Keep this guy busy. He doesn't find out we haven't found barely anything."
"Well, Mr. Kaiba," she said heading over to the ceramic basin to wash off her face, "we dig all day."
"I don't find that very amusing, Miss Campbelle."
"And neither do I. All day we sit here, digging with toothbrushes to uncover pottery, and a few pieces of gold and jewels. All trivial." She looked at him with a passionate glare and said, "What we have found is nothing more than an Ancient Egyptian wasteland on the front."
"What about the temple," he said staring at her with cold intent.
"This temple is covered with thousands of Egyptian spells and curses, and I'm not letting any workers down there until I know it's perfectly safe. There could be thousands of traps. From every papyrus and stone tablet I've read, it seems more and more every day that something is waiting for us down there."
"Are you saying you believe in magic?" He looked her; he was toying with her.
'Two can play at this game,' she thought with a smirk.
"Well, actually, yes I do. Because I have lived it," she said sitting in the seat next to him, now that there was nothing left in the basin but dirty water. She leaned in closer, deadly serious. Her voice was hushed, nothing but a mere whisper, "We have found the lost scroll to the temple of Mana Ka'reph, the site we are at now. That document revealing where we are now also spoke of something else. The spirit demon Ryu-Kishin is here, guarding the map to the key…"
Seto touched his pocket; he felt his Duel Monsters card deck in there. In his deck was the card Ryu-Kishin. He remembered something Pegasus had warned him of, just before leaving to find his brother. "The monsters, the magic, it all was real…" Could that have been what he spoke of?
But instead he replied, "So you actually believe there is a demon spirit in there?" His eyes laughed at her, with a silently mocking stare.
"I've seen it, of course, because I know where the entrance is. You think I pace near a mile away for nothing? The entrance is near here, and I have seen the demon beast. But now I am prepared to fight it," she smiled, "You see, I've been doing my homework. Since no one alive can read olden priestly hieroglyphics, I have been able to keep it a secret."
"You mean, olden hieroglyphics really exist?" said the boy next to Kaiba in awe. Seto Kaiba raised his hand and the boy fell silent.
"That's what I came here to discuss with you, Miss Campbelle. I know you can speak fluent Ancient Egyptian and that you read the priestly texts written in olden hieroglyphics. I have also already known that this wasn't the true resting place to the key to finding Mando Nashti'ora," his voice as soft as hers.
"So, what are you doing here? Do you really expect to get that document out yourself?" She said bemused.
"No, I expect you to get it with my help. We're going down there and facing Ryu-Kishin," he said with a strange solemnity.
"I know Ryu-Kishin can't be beaten with pure strength. There are several swordsmen of the living dead down there, each a champion of his own time, and look what that did for them. I have but one sword, and a scythe. The swordsmen in there can be beaten. I believe there are ten, but they present little challenge to myself," she said.
"So, you think you're a fighter?" Kaiba looked at her mockingly.
"Of course not, I know I'm a fighter," she shot back.
"Then tonight?" he asked.
"Tonight."
"Can I come?" the little boy asked.
"No," both Rena and Kaiba said at the same time. Rena headed out of the tent, back into the sunlight. She let her eyes adjust as she looked out over the shimmering landscape.
"The time has come," she said aloud.
"For what?" Andre asked coming up behind her.
"Oh, nothing. That CEO is just a little creepy. I suppose he wears off on you," she giggled. Andre sighed. He loved looking at Rena. He had already hit on her a little bit, as had every male on the dig team. All except Seth, so everyone naturally assumed he was gay. Andre had tried to sneak a kiss in here and there. She didn't buy any of it though. All she would ever say was, "I'm not that kind of girl." This had become a small joke around the guys on site. Whenever talking about a failed attempt at Rena, they'd laugh and say, "I'm not that kind of girl." But Andre had just recently given up; he noticed that she was much more open to the people not trying to date her. He watched as she jogged off into the desert, dark hair streaming behind her. He turned around to see the professor sitting at a table, and the young CEO's butler setting up a tent near the professor's. With an exultant flair he turned, flipped opened the tent flap and strode inside.
"What a mother-" he started but thought better of it and went back to the heavy digging.
Rena sat down in the hot sand, shifting it with her foot. She had found it earlier, so she knew it was here. She had tripped over it. Literally. She saw a small triangular shaped rock protruding from the surface of sand. She had a feeling that was it. She dug just enough to reveal a crevice wide enough for her to get through and long enough for both her and her companion to fall through. She felt the unrest waiting in that tomb. It was horrible knowing what was down there and knowing that she would have to face it. But this time she would not be alone. She would survive. She sighed, and then startled herself as she heard the graveled rumble of stone giving way. She was going to fall into a tomb filled with undead soldiers. She felt herself slipping as the grumbling became increasingly louder. She screamed bloody murder before feeling herself being lifted bodily up and thrown to the side.
"What in the name of Mother Mary was that?" Andre screamed. He was horribly shaken. The gap was eight feet long now and three feet across.
'Sweet Jesus, what have I done?' Rena thought, 'anything could get through that crevice now. I have just released the living dead among the living.' She looked at Andre. The time was about six o'clock. Close enough to evening. She grabbed his ear and pulled him inches away from her face, "Get Seto Kaiba. Bring him here. Tell him there's been a slight change in our plans."
"What? What are you—"
"Just do it!" she hissed. Andre ran off to the campsite. She saw something come up out of the sand. And it wasn't pretty.
The hand was missing two fingers, trails of gangrenous flesh hanging off the bone. The arm followed up, dragging itself along. The skull still had hair attached to it, gnarled nasty hair combined with rotting flesh. This had to be one the poor souls that had fallen into the tomb and eaten alive by Ryu-Kishin, the demon who fed upon the living flesh. She wasted no time. She ran to the body and sent a flying kick into the decaying head, sending it sailing off from the shoulders. Still, it progressed upward. The next arm flung up, holding a sword. Amazing, that for a dead person, their blade stayed so sharp. She snatched it from the headless form, and swung, separating the remaining pieces of skin from the vertebrae.
'One down,' she thought, 'But how many more to go?' The blade skittered away as the body fell back to the pit. Rena snatched it up, holding it at the ready.
~Sensou no Seishinryoku~
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Now, please review, I'm dying to know what you thought!
Now for all the legal blah…
Disclaimer: All names and likeness used in this are property of Yu-Gi-Oh, and of course, all characters from the manga/anime are not mine, no matter how much I wish they were. Oh well, at least, Rena and all other unfamiliar characters are mine! All mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, actually, I used the names Andre and "The Professor" from Michael Chrichton's book Timeline. A very good read, I highly suggest it!
*Note this isn't rated R for extreme romance. It's very gory, very graphic; those with weak constitutions probably shouldn't read it! (Though, the romance thing is probably going to rear its head sometime in the story so wait and see!)
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She wiped her forehead slowly, the Egyptian sun beating down on her back. She had been trekking the same area over and over, searching for the entrance. She had seen several mirages, but knew for sure she could find it here. She breathed thickly, the air hot and steamy. She reached for her water bottle, but it was gone. She ran in circles, but could see no trace of it.
"Looking for this?" came a voice from behind her.
"Andre! Damn you!" she yelled.
He handed her the water and she drank hungrily. He watched with adoring eyes as she sipped. It spilled on her face, rinsing away dirt and sand, showing her slightly tan complexion. Dark brown, almost black hair rippled down to her waist. Her eyes, mysteriously violet, glimmered in the heat. She caught him staring at her and winked.
"So, what's the big deal? I'm so close to finding it, you could have waited," she said impatiently.
"Hey, listen Rena, something's happened. We haven't seen professor for three hours. Some big hotshot CEO came down this morning. Said he wanted to fund our excavation," Andre said, nabbing her water and taking a drink.
Snatching the bottle back, she said, "Hmm, it's not like a corporate to come down here, did he say what he wanted?"
"No, just called me a archaeological mole or moron or something like that," he said, furrowing his brows.
She laughed, "Well then, shall we?" They took off toward the camp, and the dig site for the temple of Mando Nashti'ora.
As they headed toward the professor's tent, they saw him come stumbling out. He looked flustered, as if arguing for some time now, and his face showed a complexion of anger and agitation.
"Rena, hallo!" the professor called cheerily, "I'm glad you're here!" Rena could not help but wonder why. "It seems," the professor started, "That you are needed."
"What," Rena sputtered, "Needed? Listen professor, what's going on?"
"Everything will be explained to the both of you once you've discussed things with our guest," the professor looked somewhat at a loss for words. Rena walked toward his tent. The bright sun allowed her to see through the thin canvas, and she could make out three figures. One, sat in a chair, hunched as if thinking. The second seemed to be standing obediently in a corner. The next sat next to the first figure, but seemed more relaxed. The professor swept in and said a few things at first in a few hushed tones, but then the voice of one of the strangers spoke up, "Well then, where is she? Probably locked up in a study somewhere."
"That's him," Andre muttered.
In a slight fume Rena strode in the tent, to see the voice that had spoken those words was only a young man of maybe eighteen! This was the hotshot CEO that had the professor so worried? The other two figures were a butler, waiting patiently in the corner, and a small boy with a head of unruly black hair sitting at the table, a very serious look on his face. Rena stood by the professor waiting for something to be said.
"Rena, I'd like you to meet Seto Kaiba. Mr. Kaiba, this is Rena Campbelle, an expert graphologist and linguist,"
"The head of Kaiba Corporation?" she seemed somewhat stunned. She had never seen a single high-ranking businessman at the excavation site. Only a few employees, a couple secretaries here and there. But this young man sitting there had to be Seto Kaiba. He looked at her coldly. He was so quiet, very solemn. All business and arrogance. He sat there and looked at her, checking her up and down. Certainly not what he had expected. He had originally expected a stereotypical graphologist. Lighter hair, primped and preppy. But what he saw before him was a beautiful young woman with dark hair to her waist and eyes that were always curious. Her build was athletic, but kept with the curves of her body. He took his eyes off of her and sniffed contemptuously.
'He's so rude. What a jerk,' she thought. But still she flashed the award-winning smile and held out her hand generously, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Kaiba."
He shook her hand briefly and said, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Campbelle."
'Oh, that arrogant son of a…'
"Well," said the professor interrupting her thoughts, "I believe we should discuss the goings-on at our site. Rena, shall you be so kind as to explain to Mr. Kaiba what we've been doing and tell him of our schedule." She knew what was happening. This was one of the subliminal messages the professor sent. This one clearly said, "Keep this guy busy. He doesn't find out we haven't found barely anything."
"Well, Mr. Kaiba," she said heading over to the ceramic basin to wash off her face, "we dig all day."
"I don't find that very amusing, Miss Campbelle."
"And neither do I. All day we sit here, digging with toothbrushes to uncover pottery, and a few pieces of gold and jewels. All trivial." She looked at him with a passionate glare and said, "What we have found is nothing more than an Ancient Egyptian wasteland on the front."
"What about the temple," he said staring at her with cold intent.
"This temple is covered with thousands of Egyptian spells and curses, and I'm not letting any workers down there until I know it's perfectly safe. There could be thousands of traps. From every papyrus and stone tablet I've read, it seems more and more every day that something is waiting for us down there."
"Are you saying you believe in magic?" He looked her; he was toying with her.
'Two can play at this game,' she thought with a smirk.
"Well, actually, yes I do. Because I have lived it," she said sitting in the seat next to him, now that there was nothing left in the basin but dirty water. She leaned in closer, deadly serious. Her voice was hushed, nothing but a mere whisper, "We have found the lost scroll to the temple of Mana Ka'reph, the site we are at now. That document revealing where we are now also spoke of something else. The spirit demon Ryu-Kishin is here, guarding the map to the key…"
Seto touched his pocket; he felt his Duel Monsters card deck in there. In his deck was the card Ryu-Kishin. He remembered something Pegasus had warned him of, just before leaving to find his brother. "The monsters, the magic, it all was real…" Could that have been what he spoke of?
But instead he replied, "So you actually believe there is a demon spirit in there?" His eyes laughed at her, with a silently mocking stare.
"I've seen it, of course, because I know where the entrance is. You think I pace near a mile away for nothing? The entrance is near here, and I have seen the demon beast. But now I am prepared to fight it," she smiled, "You see, I've been doing my homework. Since no one alive can read olden priestly hieroglyphics, I have been able to keep it a secret."
"You mean, olden hieroglyphics really exist?" said the boy next to Kaiba in awe. Seto Kaiba raised his hand and the boy fell silent.
"That's what I came here to discuss with you, Miss Campbelle. I know you can speak fluent Ancient Egyptian and that you read the priestly texts written in olden hieroglyphics. I have also already known that this wasn't the true resting place to the key to finding Mando Nashti'ora," his voice as soft as hers.
"So, what are you doing here? Do you really expect to get that document out yourself?" She said bemused.
"No, I expect you to get it with my help. We're going down there and facing Ryu-Kishin," he said with a strange solemnity.
"I know Ryu-Kishin can't be beaten with pure strength. There are several swordsmen of the living dead down there, each a champion of his own time, and look what that did for them. I have but one sword, and a scythe. The swordsmen in there can be beaten. I believe there are ten, but they present little challenge to myself," she said.
"So, you think you're a fighter?" Kaiba looked at her mockingly.
"Of course not, I know I'm a fighter," she shot back.
"Then tonight?" he asked.
"Tonight."
"Can I come?" the little boy asked.
"No," both Rena and Kaiba said at the same time. Rena headed out of the tent, back into the sunlight. She let her eyes adjust as she looked out over the shimmering landscape.
"The time has come," she said aloud.
"For what?" Andre asked coming up behind her.
"Oh, nothing. That CEO is just a little creepy. I suppose he wears off on you," she giggled. Andre sighed. He loved looking at Rena. He had already hit on her a little bit, as had every male on the dig team. All except Seth, so everyone naturally assumed he was gay. Andre had tried to sneak a kiss in here and there. She didn't buy any of it though. All she would ever say was, "I'm not that kind of girl." This had become a small joke around the guys on site. Whenever talking about a failed attempt at Rena, they'd laugh and say, "I'm not that kind of girl." But Andre had just recently given up; he noticed that she was much more open to the people not trying to date her. He watched as she jogged off into the desert, dark hair streaming behind her. He turned around to see the professor sitting at a table, and the young CEO's butler setting up a tent near the professor's. With an exultant flair he turned, flipped opened the tent flap and strode inside.
"What a mother-" he started but thought better of it and went back to the heavy digging.
Rena sat down in the hot sand, shifting it with her foot. She had found it earlier, so she knew it was here. She had tripped over it. Literally. She saw a small triangular shaped rock protruding from the surface of sand. She had a feeling that was it. She dug just enough to reveal a crevice wide enough for her to get through and long enough for both her and her companion to fall through. She felt the unrest waiting in that tomb. It was horrible knowing what was down there and knowing that she would have to face it. But this time she would not be alone. She would survive. She sighed, and then startled herself as she heard the graveled rumble of stone giving way. She was going to fall into a tomb filled with undead soldiers. She felt herself slipping as the grumbling became increasingly louder. She screamed bloody murder before feeling herself being lifted bodily up and thrown to the side.
"What in the name of Mother Mary was that?" Andre screamed. He was horribly shaken. The gap was eight feet long now and three feet across.
'Sweet Jesus, what have I done?' Rena thought, 'anything could get through that crevice now. I have just released the living dead among the living.' She looked at Andre. The time was about six o'clock. Close enough to evening. She grabbed his ear and pulled him inches away from her face, "Get Seto Kaiba. Bring him here. Tell him there's been a slight change in our plans."
"What? What are you—"
"Just do it!" she hissed. Andre ran off to the campsite. She saw something come up out of the sand. And it wasn't pretty.
The hand was missing two fingers, trails of gangrenous flesh hanging off the bone. The arm followed up, dragging itself along. The skull still had hair attached to it, gnarled nasty hair combined with rotting flesh. This had to be one the poor souls that had fallen into the tomb and eaten alive by Ryu-Kishin, the demon who fed upon the living flesh. She wasted no time. She ran to the body and sent a flying kick into the decaying head, sending it sailing off from the shoulders. Still, it progressed upward. The next arm flung up, holding a sword. Amazing, that for a dead person, their blade stayed so sharp. She snatched it from the headless form, and swung, separating the remaining pieces of skin from the vertebrae.
'One down,' she thought, 'But how many more to go?' The blade skittered away as the body fell back to the pit. Rena snatched it up, holding it at the ready.
~Sensou no Seishinryoku~
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Now, please review, I'm dying to know what you thought!