Long time no update -- Evil writers block. Evil. Enjoy, and thanks for your reviews, everyone

A voice burst through the thick darkness like searing hot fire.

"I swear, I'll kill you!"

An amused chuckle followed. Silken, deep, dark, like desert nights.

"You certainly can not kill me."

"We'll see about that when I'm done with you!"

The enraged voice belonged to a woman obviously. Two figures stood beside a well, on a clearing, the pale full moon hanging low in the sky. One was tall, sinister looking and male; the other was smaller, petite, female and trembling with rage.

"How could you do that?!", the woman shouted, delicate hands clenched in fists so tight her knuckles went white. "He wasn't supposed to come back! He was my protégé! You had no right to decide over him!" The linen dress flowed around her body as her brown eyes burned with flames of fury. "Now all hell broke lose!"

"At least I'm in character.", the man chuckled.

"You jerk!"

By now, the man growled. "Don't you dare insulting a deity higher than yourself, Anuket."

"Well, Seth, I'm only stating the obvious! Why, Ra damn? Why?"

"Because! You can't make me tell you all my plans and plots! I could have left him to be judged by Osiris, and he would've been eaten by Am'mit for what he has done while he was alive!"

"Oh yes? Whose chimaera was it who killed him in the first place?!"

"It was his fault to disturb the rest of the pharaohs!"

"I want you to bring his soul back to me! I don't care how, but you will!"

She pointed an accusing finger at him, face pale and blushed at the same time. Seth smirked.

"I will, don't worry. But after I have the souls of the other children as well; they are very precious."

"You will not take them!"

"Well, Anuki. . . ", Seth smirked, using the name Anuket had used for cover when she had been on earth, knowing perfectly well it would remind her of a certain blonde. "I suggest we let our chosen children fight against each other and see who wins. . . this way or the other, you will get Mariku's soul, but if you win, the other souls will be spared."

Anuket sighed, closing her eyes briefly and looking back at the god of the desert again, her eyes now regretful.

"I know I am not happy with this out coming. . . but you get your way. Very well. I will choose my child tonight."

"Another condition, Anuket. The child must be close to my puppet. Choose either his sister, his best friend, or. . . his lover."

With a last sinister smile, Seth vanished, and Anuket broke down, staring brokenly at the ground.

"What have I done. . . "

Isis slept. Sweet, peaceful sleep for once, undisturbed, without any unpleasant dreams.

She knew, she had to be at the realm of visions.

Sighing, she looked around, waiting for her guardian goddess to appear. It was warm where she was, comfortable, like walking and sitting on clouds, dark warm clouds, in blissful darkness. The woman's cool eyes scanned the area, breaking through the wavering shadows like rays of light, like it always was; and she spotted a familiar figure in the distance, silhouetted, that came closer – but much slower than usually. Isis frowned. Anuket never walked at such a slow pace. It took her almost forever before she kneeled down in front of Isis.

The black-haired woman felt strange around the goddess; Anuket looked like a teenager, not a bit aged since the last time she saw her, not since the time the goddess brought them back in time. Though, Isis felt like she was a mere child again, stunned in awe as she lifted a hand to touch and hold the long, loosely flowing robes of the deity. Gone was the Egyptian styled, tight fitting dress Anuket wore usually.

"Isis. . . sweet child of mine, get up. I have got something to show you.", the young voice stated calmly, and Isis followed the orders. Getting up and walking a step behind Anuket. That was how Isis –and all children of the world possibly- imagined the gods. Anuket was at least twice as tall as Isis in here, a wonderfully beautiful creature. It didn't take long and they stood in front of a well. It was filled completely, and the surface of the silvery water was still . . . all Isis could see was herself, as in a mirror. Then, images began to swirl together, and the woman's mind puzzled them together slowly, until a decision was made.

"I. . . I can't do it."

"You don't have to, Isis. You raised him as if he was your own son, and your bond with him is stronger than anyone else's. But I need you to help me with my decision; either Bakura has to fight him, or Anzu. The one that looks up at him and loves him as a brother; or the one who loves him more than herself and carries his child.", Anuket said slowly. She knew, it was cruel to let Isis make this decision, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Seto sat on his bed; knees hugged to his chest, and stared into nothingness. Shizuka was gone, preparing some food, breakfast most probably. It was morning after all, he could see the soft rays of light out of the corner of his eye. The horrible night finally was gone. A day and a night since he had found the girl bloodied in the bathroom. A day and a night since Shizuka had to care for him like for a little child. A day and a night since he had seen anyone.

He didn't even know if Anzu was alive; he didn't know how Ryou was; he didn't know Yami brought Yuugi here; he didn't know if Bakura had gone back to training or not.

It killed him slowly. Not knowing something had always been terrible for him; and of course, being a genius, he just had to go insane. Seto wrapped his arms around his knees tighter, thinking of how ridiculous he had to look.

"Seto?", a soft voice came from the doorway, then he could hear footsteps coming towards him and the door shut quietly.

"Seto? Love, please talk to me.", Shizuka pleaded, setting down the tray with light food on the night table and sitting down next to him. Her soft, warm hand laid down onto his own, cold one. Seto flinched.

"Oh come on, please. I brought you something to eat."

The CEO didn't answer, but turned his head almost creepily slow to stare at his fiancée with empty eyes.

"How. . . how. . . ?", he managed. Shizuka smiled, her light green eyes lighting up with a happy spark.

"Anzu-chan's fine, love. Isis said, she was in a kind of depression; she's pregnant, Seto. Ryou is well, too, Bakura stayed with him all the time! And Yami-san is here, he brought Yuugi. . "

Seto nodded. His fingers intertwined with hers, for he wasn't able to speak. His throat felt raw from crying and staying silent so long, though he was to embarrassed and too proud to admit it; this had been his first break-down after all. But seeing the girl he loved smile, smile at him, smiling because she could make him react when others couldn't warmed his heart. It would be cruel not to talk to her, and he glanced over at the tray for something to drink. Chuckling softly, a sound he barely ever heard from her, Shizuka reached over and placed a glass of water in Seto's trembling hand. He slowly took a sip, almost coughing it up again, but managed to force it down his throat. Once it was down, things went smoothly.

Seto downed the entire bottle of water Shizuka had brought, ate all the food on the tray, and smiled at her when he was done.

"Did you sleep last night, Seto?"

"No."

"Then sleep now.", she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders lovingly and pulled him down so his head laid on her shoulder while she laid down, and ran her fingers through his hair soothingly.

"I love you, 'Zuka. . . "

"I love you too, Seto."

Plot! I got a plot! Yay! Well now, I let you decide. Should Bakura or Anzu fight Mariku? Please tell me, because I can't decide o.O See ya me hearties.