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"What is the meaning of this?!" Kaiba shouted, busily trying to think of escape. But they were in the basement…..
Through the eyes of his mind slave, Marik studied the tall CEO. Where have I seen him before? He muttered, safely hiding far away, back in his lair.
Sensitive Ishizu answered, "He is the high preist of Ancient Egypt, 5000 years ago." Kaiba rolled his eyes, impatient. "The original holder of the Millenium Rod, brother!" she threatened, lifting a finger at the mind slave Marik was speaking through.
"Ah, that's it," Marik agreed, nodding unconcernedly, storing that bit of information in his mind. He saw Kaiba roll his eyes again.
"Enough! I have nothing to do with this---this family squabble," Kaiba told the mind slave, "So I'll be on my way!" Turning grandly, he headed for the stairway leading up to the first floor. Immediately, several nozzles were pointed his way.
"I don't think so," Marik said silkily, stroking his Millenium Item, smug. Rare Hunters continued to pile in, shutting the shattered window with a wall of plaster, trapping the two hostages inside.
"Brother, let him go! He is right; he has nothing to do with us!" Ishizu demanded, taking a step.
"You always weer a bad liar. Why else would Kaiba be here; he obviously does not believe in your 'fairy tales'…….unless you were giving Obelisk the Tormentor to him?!" The Millenium Rod glowed. "Seize him, my minions!" Hands and arm grabbed at Seto Kaiba. Struggling, cursing, he tried to shake them off, but there were too many. His long, powerful arms were pinned back, and his long maroon-purplish coat was opened before her eyes and torn off.
"There's. Nothing. In. His. Coat. Master. Marik," said a Rare Hunter, after he checked all the pockets.
Ishizu shot Kaiba a sideways glance. She'd seen him stuff it in his coat. Where was it?
Kaiba smirked. If they expected to get my most powerful card that way, they're sadly mistaken!
"Search him," Marik ordered, and again Kaiba struggled, but again, nothing was found. Marik turned his attention back to Ishizu. "Where did you hide it, Ishizu? I am the rightful owner!"
Figuring Kaiba must've put it in a safe place for now, she answered, "I will never give it to you. And…..as you can see, he doesn't have it either. so let him go, brother."
"No." Tired of her games, he threatened, "I will tear this place apart until I find it! and you know I will." The mind slave, done talking, dropped to the floor like a sack of beans while the rest sontinued to search.
Kaiba blinked, putting his coat back on. Seeing him staring at the collapsed man lying faceflat, Ishizu explained without turning, "That is not my brother."
"I figured that," he said sarcastically, eyeing the guns turned to him. "Not much of a family .....resembelance....." About fifteen...... I have no idea who her brother is, but I have to get out. Sooner would be better. He fingered the card; he'd hid it in a secret compartment of his coat.
The gunmen were watching him closely, clearly wary. Hoping to distract them, Kaiba went on, "He doesn't look anything like you." She gave him a strangely calm stare, that looked out of place in such a situation. "If he isn't, then where is he?"
With a sigh, Ishizu moved to a space, and pressed a secret button with her foot. "He is in hiding."
"Humph. It would figure he would be a coward."
Ignoring him in the meantime---he was safe, as long as he didn't try anything foolish--she stared up at the tablet, the one with the pharaoh and priest battling. The hieroglyphics were not completely deciphered yet, but their was mention of her and her brother in the ancient times. She was a high priestess, like Seto; the pharaoh had six priests, each one held a Millenium Item, and wielded it's power. She had yet to harness the powers of her Necklace, ever since she'd been forced too young to wear it. it was when Marik was overtaken by his darkness and fled in search of the three Egyptian God Cards; the most powerful in all of duel monsters. They had been buried by Pegasus, only she'd known their location. But somebody spoke, and Marik plundered them from their secret location.
She managed to save one, Obelisk the Tormentor, which she had just given to Kaiba. She could see he was just dying to flee and run off with it forever. His shrewd cobalt eyes scanned for an escape, but there was none. Unless……
But how was she to make him follow her directions? I suppose it's only right to let him have it…..I will track him down later, if I have to. If it, doesn't work, the police would be here. They won't do much good, but at least what's happened here will be known.
Kaiba could hear sirens outside and guessed Ishizu had contacted them. Very smart…..he thought, his fingers flexing anxiously. Just what we need, police officers to push her insane brother over the edge and murder us both, he thought, angry he had been dragged into a 'family feud' between two sibling psychos. Even though his first impression of Ishizu was that she was very beautiful, and soft spoken, reserved, like a woman should be; he sensed she knew her place. He'd immediately was attracted.
But she turns out to be just as psycho as her brother, he thought, moodily sliding to the floor. Seemingly innocently. But really he was trying to get the gunmen to drop their guard, so he could throw a container in his pocket, filled with a kind of smokescreen, and while they were coughing, make his getaway.
He saw Ishizu trying to get his attention, she was sitting on the floor against the same wall. She widened her large, dark blue cat shaped eyes and jerked her head behind her right. Secret exit…..she mouthed.
Where? he mouthed back immdiately, concluding she was sincere about letting him escape. She seemed sincere about not letting Marik get his card..
She jerked her head, a barely noticeable gesture, behind her again. Kaiba could see an outline of a doorway on the seemingly plain wall behind the large tablet. Their eyes met, and he nodded slightly, accepting her proposal of escape.
Ishizu put her hand by her side on the floor, just as the collapsed Rare Hunter, who'd been lying faceflat on the ground, rose up--seemingly in mid air---and said: "I don't think so, sister." A bullet shot out; one of the men held a smoking gun afterwards. Only centimeters away from where her thigh and delicate fingers were, an equally smoking bullet-hole lay, leaving a charred black spot. Ishizu froze, her mouth gaping wide open, and she was still.
The control panel for opening the secret door was shot…..broken…..
"Neither of you is leaving, alive or dead," cackled Marik.
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Outside, policemen gathered around the tall, statesque carved building, pistols drawn in the stone steps. Two hours had passed and they didn't know if the hostages were dead or alive. The leader refused to negotiate.
Having seen the afternoon news, Yugi and crew arrived in front of the police. They all knew Ishizu, and of course, all knew the infamous Kaiba, and were worried. Especially Kaiba's little brother, Mokuba, a short kid with wild black hair that always seemed to be all over the place. His little round eyes filled with tears.
"My brother!" he wailed. "Big brother!" Yugi and the others tried to comfort him.
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Inside, even though Kaiba was in the stuffy, closed basement, he heard his brother's cries and sat up straighter. Ishizu heard it too. "Mokuba!" he yelled, struggling with his bonds. They had tied him up after he tried to escape, but not Ishizu. She wouldn't have left, anyway, Marik knew.
"Do not worry, he will be fine," she said.
"Yes, no thanks to you," he spat, finding a file in his sleeve at last. Silently, he began to erode away the cords at his wrists.
Ishizu saw how furious and irritable he was becoming, and she could well understand. She had watched stone-faced as the Rare Hunters upturned display cases, not using caution against the priceless artifacts. Again she tried to tell Marik that it wasn't in the museum, but he didn't believe her. He had always believed she was constantly against him, and was jealous of his 'power.'
"Marik, stop this foolishness. That power rightfully belongs to the pharaoh, and you know it. Let destiny be as it falls."
"I have already tried that, and I'm sick of it," he snapped. "Time for me to make my own destiny!" But he was thinking: I HAD forgotten about the high priest…..it was true he was the original owner of my Millenium Rod……but it seems the present day Kaiba doesn't believe in the ancient scriptures……interesting……
Very stupid of him……
TBC
A/n: I like how Kaiba never believes in his past……so stubborn. :D Next: A second attempt! Anyway, Review. I know I haven't put in too much romance in this chap., but next one, there'll be more. :)