Disclaimer...

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or do I claim to be the creator of this ultimate anime. I promise, due to court order to no longer stalk Seto Kaiba. (Sob) But anyhow, this one seems short too. Boo! They all do, but not as short as chapter one or three. So here it is Chapter Four.

Set in a Medieval Era.

The young girl stroked her Dragon's ridged throat. Her fingers tracing up and down the compressing and expanding throat. "Hi." She whipped around, her fist closed. "I'm Mokuba." She looked up into smoke-blue eyes and frowned. "Téa." She said slowly, never being able to resist children and their innocent attributions. "Wow, a Red-Eyes Black Dragon." Téa nodded and swept her long russet hair back and turned blue eyes towards her Dragon. These startling contrasts were the same as Seto's, Mokuba noted as she began stroking the throat of the winged beast again. "How did you ever tame it?"

"Red-Eyes?" she smiled. "He's been with me since hatchling; I was only eight at the time." She stood and stretched. "I don't have a day." She sighed looking at the clearing a golden sun breaking through bleakly. "What time are you losing?"

"A powerful Lord hated my father, a farmer and a wandering hero—paid hero. He didn't like certain things and he killed him. My father had no son's, only me. So it is my responsibility to kill him, avenging my father." Mokuba looked up at her. "I almost had him today if not for that ex-Knight."

"My brother?" she looked down at him with narrowed eyes. "What's his name?" she asked. "Seto, he's my best friend." She gave him a weary smile. "I'm sure he is." She stormed past the younger and walked over to where Seto sat alone. "You!" he looked up her with the same dark gaze she cast him. "I wanted him as dead as you." He told her before she could say another word. "I could have done it alone, I didn't need your help! You distracted me!" He stood up, now taller then her. Blue eyes met darker blue. "Hey, what's the commotion?"

Tristan had walked over to them and Téa shot him a dark glare. "I'm going to find Pegasus and kill him myself. Without any of you! Hey!" she ran towards her Dragon and the innkeeper's son. "Don't touch him."

"He looks better." Téa shoved him away and knelt in front of the Dragon, pupil-less red eyes shifted and Téa stroked the Dragon's cheek softly. "He's beautiful." Téa smiled. "I know." Suddenly the long neck raised the head of the beast and it stared at the boy. Joey fell backwards, clutching his skull and screaming in pain. His eyes were shut tightly and Téa ran forward to her Dragon. "Red-Eyes, Red-Eyes! Stop!" she pleaded tugging on the reigns. The great beast swung its massive head to the side and butted Téa, sending her five feet back; Seto caught her in his arms, making him trip and fall, still clutching the girl in his arms.

Joey grimaced and looked up, a green light shone on his chest where his heart was and her Red-Eyes mimicked the action. Téa looked at it in bewilderment and tears suddenly pooled in her sea-lit blue eyes. Seto stroked her hair as she turned her face into his shoulder and wept. A few moments later the light faded and Joey's hands dropped to his side and he lay in the mud panting. Serenity ran over to her brother as the Dragon rested his head on the mud, studying the sandy-blond hair boy intensely. Suddenly Seto was shoved back and Téa stood and ran away from the campsite.

Seto followed her, making sure Mokuba was still around after the strange display. "What happened?" he demanded, grabbing Téa's slender arm. She snatched her arm free from his grasp and folded her arms, resting her back against the charred wall. "All my life, from the age of eight till now Red-Eyes has been my friend and riding companion. What just happened has never happened between us. Red-Eyes, he was mine! He belonged to me!"

"What happened?" he repeated, more softly. "That was the Bonding-Ritual. The Dragon belongs to that boy now. Their Bond-mates and they can talk to each other." She cried harder and covered her face. This physically strong girl broke down in front of him and was ashamed.

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