Rath- *yawn* S'everybody okay?

Set- No.

Rath- Hn. He really dun't have much to do now… Boredom…

Set- No! Really? God, you're slow, Sherlock.

Rath- Well, have fun readin' next chap. ^_^ I hacked away some boredom writin' it.

Set- We no own Yu-gi-oh.

Rath- Perhaps in our spare time we can teach ourselves some grammar, huh, Set?

Set- *sticks out tongue*

'TIME TO DIE!' It screamed. The fear was welling inside me. Time seemed to slow, as I grew closer to Bakura. Every raindrop was magnified to a loud thunder as with the blood cascading from open wounds. The knife plunged as I jumped off the motorcycle. Bakura's brown eyes widened as I fell. My grip on the knife tightened as it pushed deeper into his chest. All sounds suddenly disappeared. Warm blood mixed with the cold rain. I let go and he fell, knife still imbedded and unchanged from when I had stabbed. Empty eyes stared at the heavens.

I had just killed Bakura Ryou.

…

I walked up to the large, wooden double doors and heaved a sigh. I was back in control of my body… But what use was it now? This had not been the first time I had killed someone… Yet, I had no specific reason to kill that girly-wanna-be duelist… It was an empty kill. Blood tinted the gentle gold curved handle as I walked in through the large wooden doors. Dammit. I couldn't let Mokuba see this… He'd be traumatized for life. I made a run for my bedroom. After about several minutes of intense running, and knocking several servants down, I made it to my room. I looked it the mirror and realized that I still had my helmet on. A mask. I closed my eyes in my solemn moment. A mask like the one I wear to protect myself and those close to me. Hn, I act as though it works… We will forever get hurt; the world around us makes sure of that. Pain. It is what defines humans. Life, death and revenge. I snapped my head around… That voice… It was here… I looked around for any sign of a person or perhaps a wire to a speaker. Nothing. I stripped off my helmet, my bloodied shirt and coat coming soon after. I fell down on my bed, not bothering to change; I was too tired… I cracked open an eye to make sure the door was locked closed my eyes for a few seconds… I had some paper work that I needed to *yawn* take care of…

I was woken suddenly by mumbling. How had this happened? Where was I? My eyes darted around the dim-lit stone room. Serious faced men and women, dressed in flowing black cloaks with jaguar skins over their shoulders, all of them chanting incoherent words in tuned with each other. Their tanned skinned faces were shrouded in the shadows of their hoods. I hid behind a large stone pillar in what appeared to be an ancient temple. At the front of it was a small man seated on a stone throne, watching silently. Whatever trick this was, I wanted to get out. NOW. What a waste of my time…and sanity… A yell followed by a long string of cursing caught my attention. I peered over my shoulder at the scene before me. There was a young man writhing in fury as struggling muscular guards attempted to carry him to a large stone slab.

'Damn you, you bastards! Get off of me! You fools have no idea what you're up against! Get the fucking Ra off of me!' They somehow managed to drag the man to slab and rammed his head against it. He closed his blue eyes and he went quiet. Wait just a moment… blue eyes… I shrugged it off. Just a coincidence. Two young children walked forward, each handing a tiny bowl and a thin brush to a man and woman dressed in white gowns standing at the side of the side of the guy on the slab. They took it and nodded their heads.

Two of the four guards carrying the man earlier stepped forward and began to strip him of his belongings, leaving only the white skirt. All the gold jewelry and other accessories were discarded down a shaft, clanking slightly as it hit the stone sides. The man and women started decorating his body with odd symbols and pictures. Hn, I squinted as I tried to read it. During the finals of my tournament I had realized that I could read the Ancient Text of the Egyptians…perhaps, if this were an Ancient Egyptian temple I would be able to…

Our Greatest God, Father of all,

Ra

Allow the shred of your power to come forth and accept our offer

The Games of Shadow was first seen as a gift

But, this is our long due tariff

Come forth and take as you desire

As for the next thousand years we are done

Let be free,

Your guardian, the

They stopped painting before the chant was finished. The roof suddenly cracked and began to fall on the people. I crouched down and flung my arms over my head. I waited a few moments. I looked up at the people when I did not hear any screams or sound of falling stone. They did not make any move to escape or flee. The falling stone suddenly stopped several feet above their head then was flung into the sky as the already dark night shadowed with clouds. Lightening cracked violently in whiplashes at the sky. The white robed man and woman's hands shook as they drew closer to the still body on the slab of stone. Synchronized with each other they drew the last symbols quickly.

Winged Dragon of Ra!

Rath- Okay, I'm tryin' to do my best with cliffhangers here, so don't confuse it with abrupt endings, okay?

Set- Isn't that what cliffhangers are?

Rath- Shut-up…Well, I'll try to update soon, and thanks to those of you who reviewed. Ja ne. ^_~

Set- Later! ^_^