Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine. If it was, I'd be as rich as Seto Kaiba himself. (Well, probably not, but you get the idea…)

This chapter is using a complaint from a character from my other fic, so if you're interested, then read it. You'll understand why they send the message they do. If not, then just appreciate it as a chapter.

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Chapter 8: Eight Curses

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If there was one thing Kaiba Seto was today, he was bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored! His plan to kill Yugi had backfired when that so-called 'spirit' of his had caught wind of his plans and denied him the chance to duel him again if he went through with this attempt to kill his partner.

His hands clenching tightly on the puppets he had made, he growled angrily, waving the first puppet with spiky hair. For added effect, he put on a squeaky high voice.

"I am Yugi. I am a short demented dwarf who has no chance of beating the great Seto Kaiba."

He then waved a second puppet, one that looked extraordinarily like him, hitting it over and over into the first. His voice then changed to its usual self.

"Ah ha! And I am the great Kaiba Seto, your eternal nemesis. So shut up and die!"

"Aie!"

The Yugi puppet was soon thrown over the side of the desk and he leaned out to stomp on it repeatedly with his heel. Grinding it into the floor, he looked sceptically up at his visiting past self.

"What are you looking at?" he glowered, instantly dropping his Kaiba puppet.

"Oh nothing; just an insane reincarnation of mine who needs to learn to relax. Besides, he only said 'this attempt', did he not? So technically, he can't blame you for making future attempts. My Pharaoh did always have a brain the size of an ant," the priest responded, causing him to smile.

"Excellent." He then noticed that his laptop was beeping and leaned forward to check it. "Oh. It's for you. Who'd want to email you? I thought the Egyptians didn't have computers. Or anything electronic, come to that."

Set moved over in front of him, causing him to be unable to see the screen.

"Priest! Get your fat behind out of my face!"

The priest did not move. Something had to have him spooked. He shook in front of him, causing him to enquire what was wrong. He got the reply that there was only one thing in the world more dangerous than the pair of them; estranged women.

"Especially ones that you left without saying goodbye to, my little reincarnation. But seeing as you insist, here, have a read."

He snatched his laptop from the desk and hugged it possessively, reading the email. In fact, it seemed like there were two; one addressed to the priest and one to himself. They, like the last one from Akunadin, were written in hieratic.

To my pig of a husband,

I know where you are, you good for nothing layabout! And why didn't you even bother to say goodbye? Don't you even dare think that you can escape from me and leave me looking after everyone else back home without paying the penalty! I don't care if you're my social superior, get your ass back here immediately or I shall be forced to use the ultimate sanction a woman can use – no sex until you get back home. Just like a typical man; you only think of yourself. As long as it goes in and out you don't care about my felings. And don't think that all your dirty emails over this thing called a computer are appreciated, you pervert! I know it was you that sent them.

Your as of now angry wife,

Neith.

Ps. You are a…

He resisted the urge to chuckle and deliberately read aloud the eight expletives that followed before moving onto his own message.

To Kaiba Seto, Kc Building, Domino City

I am tired of not being taken seriously because I am a woman. I know that in these days, we were considered to be less valuable then men, but I don't care! I ordered one a.w.o.l husband off you and he has yet to arrive. Not only that, but he insists on pretending everything is fine and has even been sending me dirty emails from your laptop. I would have thought that you would be glad to be rid of him. But I guess boys today are not as they used to be.

Neith.

He licked his lower lip and glanced at the priest.

"Mmm. Someone's in the doghouse." He chuckled evilly, singing in an airy voice. "Someone's not going to get any tonight…"

"Shut up. I have had it more in the last week than you have in a lifetime.

"Which means you're still a virgin."

"Shut up. I have a plan."

"Excellent. Stage two begins."

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