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Seto slipped off his stallion and patted his neck. "Look at that, Norim. Two Black Skull Dragons." He was in awe. He rarely, if ever, saw two Dragons fighting for the same place to call home. Home... Seto looked down at Téa, she was still asleep, but he had rested her against the warm sand and had covered her with a blanket. His home was gone, both times, once with his parents and then again with Gozaburo. He may have hated his adopted father but he loved the manor. It was enormous and it was beautiful. If he and Mokuba needed a place to hide when they were little, they had no trouble at all. He remembered one maid, she was about his age at the time; fifteen and she was lovely. She had blond hair and green eyes and she was warm like the sun on a chilly afternoon. Her name was Sonja and she was the daughter of a carpenter. He made small homes and such. He smiled sadly. So he had lied before. Females could be just as beautiful as the Blue-Eyes White Dragon. The girl Sonja was his first, but she didn't last. She had died from heart failure. He was with her by her deathbed, holding her hand and comforting her, as she grew sicker and weaker until all at once, she was gone. The light had died from her eyes and they buried her the next day. Her father blamed Gozaburo for her death, and ended up having a stroke that killed him as well. Seto felt like everything was his fault and his foster father didn't make a show of telling him he was wrong, in fact at some points he told him it was exactly his fault. Seto covered his mouth with his hands and looked towards where his companions would be riding. He saw one dark stallion and knew it to be Tristan and his Lord.

"Seto?" he turned his gaze from them and went to kneel near Téa.

"I'm here." She smiled and sat up, wrapping her arms around him, tears filling her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked so softly that she almost didn't hear.

"I was dreaming about my father." She sobbed, hiding her face in his neck.

"I was dreaming, too." He said.

Stroking her long silky hair, she asked, "What were you dreaming about?"

"This girl I knew, she had died." He said, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry." She pulled away and he grabbed her neck between his hands and tugged her back gently.

"Téa..." she opened her lips parted slightly, eyes shifting, searching his own navy eyes.

"Téa..." he said again, more softly this time. He leaned in so that his face was but an inch from hers.

"Seto!" They tore apart and he stood up and faced the intruders. He narrowed his gaze at Tristan as Serenity and Joey and his brother came riding behind them. Téa was panting madly and running her hand through her hair to her nape, before touching her cheek and mouth. Was he going to kiss her? She had no idea, but would she have stopped him if he did? Again she knew nothing, except that he was attractive and she couldn't help but trust him now, he had won that. Soon Serenity was by her side, asking if she was all right and if any pain persisted.

"No." Téa muttered as the girl un-bandaged her bad leg and pulled out fresh gauze. She re-wrapped her leg after checking the stitching and doing a little more stitching.

"Here, take this." Serenity handed her a small vial and Téa eyed it before uncorking it and taking a small drink. "All of it. Don't worry. I have plenty more." Serenity told her. Téa finished off the small bottle and handed it back to Serenity. Téa wrapped her tears away on her arm warmers and watched as Serenity made her way to her mare.

Mokuba was by her the next instant and he wrapped his arms around her. "Hello." She said when he pulled back. Were Seto and Mokuba her family now? She felt as though she would do anything for them now. Seto took care of her; Mokuba adored her.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked, making a show of the water-skin. She nodded and held out her hands for the leathery pouch. He gave it to her and she unstoppered it and drank deep. Mokuba watched her chug it down as if he had never seen her in his entire life.

"Thanks." She said, wiping her mouth and handing him the skin. He grinned.

Seto glared at Tristan. "How about next time you wait for us?" He said crossing his arm over his golden chest-armor. Seto smirked. To believe he had once wore that showy armor. Seto's armor now consisted of sea-blue and soft whites and his armor was a little rusty. Black swirls, though few, were the decoration.

"I'll do what I want."

"Then you risk the girl!" He snapped and Seto grabbed him by the scuff of his undershirt, the collar protruding from the armor.

"Don't talk about her!"

Tristan shoved him back. "I see." He smirked in sudden amusement.

"You don't see anything." Seto hissed dangerously. He turned and left for Téa's side. He gave her a smile as she looked at him helplessly to save her from her brother's excessive affection. Seto whipped the kid up in his arms and placed him high on his horse's saddle. "We should move out?" Téa nodded and reached her arms up and he caught her waist, encircling it with his hands and she straddled the shifting horse. He climbed up, one leg over on either side and grabbed the reigns. The other's re-mounted and followed pursuit. "We'll be heading for Battle City soon." He told Téa.

"I'm ready. Just take care of yourself." He withheld a laugh and they were off.

I have a new pet peeve. I found writers who write does as dose. Does: Do, Dose: prescribed amount. See different meanings. Maybe it's an accident, but I really hate spotting it when people mean: does!