Disclaimer: I'm late! I'm late! For a very important update! Sorry! Did you miss me yesterday? (Clocks In) I better do this fast. Yu-Gi-Oh? Not mine, no way, no how! Uhh... This is chapter 24... enjoy!

Arthur served more tea then looked at Rebecca, carelessly dunking her buttered toast into the tea. "Dear, what's wrong?" she shrugged.

"I miss Mokuba... and Yami. Grandpa? Can we go see Yami?" Arthur smiled wryly and nodded.

"Go get dressed." Rebecca threw her arms up, jumped down and hurried up the stairs. Moments later she was dressed in a pink wool gown and her hair combed and up like she preferred. Arthur smiled and they went to the stables.

Men piled hay and others led horse and more others made the necessaries for the horses. One man walked past them carrying a bucket full of dirty water. "Arthur!" The big man in front of them clapped his hand with Arthur's and held his hand tightly. "So?"

"My horse, Rem. I'm taking Rebecca for a ride." Rem looked down at the eight year old and smiled.

"Lucky. Arthur's horse is one of a kind." His mustache twitched as he talked and Rebecca stifled a giggle.

"Come Rebecca." Rem saddled and bridled the horse and Arthur thanked him as he and Rebecca mounted the horse. They rode out with Rem waving at them and Arthur frowned, hoping the King wasn't busy.

Yami stood on the balcony with Simon and sighed. "They're keeping secrets from me, I'm beginning to think they've been doing this since I was crowned King." Staring out at the horizon he touched the heavy golden crown. Simon smiled under the thin sheet covering his nose down to his chin.

"My King, they trust you are busy. But do not doubt yourself as our King. You're father was good so from good adds more good."

"Do you believe that? Honestly?" The old man nodded as Yami advanced on him. "Tell me, and truthfully." Yami slowly got on his knees, clasping the older man's hands. "What is Kaiba? Why is he important? The whole of my counsel seem to bring him up. Like he's the true King and I'm just keeping his throne warm." Simon took a breath and knelt with the confused and angry King.

"You are the true King. You are young and mistakes happen. But I can assure you that you are the one to be sitting in that throne. I know nothing about Kaiba except that he used to be your Knight. Now please, let him not be your concern any longer."

Yami was about to protest when a deep voice, loud introduction calling rang. "King Yami, Mapmaker Arthur and his Granddaughter Rebecca have come to grace you." Yami stood up and dusted himself off, straightening his clothing.

"Arthur!" He chided, strolling over to them. "You should have told me, I would have had a meal and room prepared for you."

"We only live just outside the City, Yami." Rebecca reminded him and he stared down at her with his cunning violet eyes.

"Oh! Do forgive me, little lady." With that he scooped her up in her arms and she giggled out loud and Arthur smiled.

"You spoil her so, my King."

"Do I? Well, nothing is too much for Rebecca, as we've learned. Still about those stables?"

"Daily, my King." Arthur said tiredly. It was a true fact that Rebecca had too much energy on hand.

"My King?" Yami turned towards the door to see Marik approaching.

"Marik? What is it?" The boy with silver hair made his way over to the King.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but... would you come with me?" Yami looked at Rebecca who pouted as he set her down.

"Arthur, just a moment please."

"Of course. Here, Rebecca." Rebecca frowned and went over to her grandfather. It was a known fact when the young King was fourteen the three-year-old Rebecca decided she'd be the one to marry the King. It was a cute thing to say from such a young girl, but an unlikely possibility all the same. He was in fact infatuated with the young lady that had rolled into his castle days ago. Téa. Her name still burned in his mind as well as her image and he just couldn't stop thinking about her. When she returned he would know more about her, love her more and make her fall in love with him, no matter how slow it would take. He loved her with no question. But he didn't know her, how odd.

"What is it Marik?" Yami asked when they stopped in front of a closed door.

"Here, your highness." He opened the door and they stepped inside. The room was dark until someone else pushed open the shutters.

"Ishizu... Odion? Who is this man, Marik? What's going on?" He demanded. Gold light flooded the room from the setting sun.

"He is from Duelist Kingdom my King. A so called 'messenger.'" Odion answered for Marik. Yami walked over to the man, held by Odion and pulled out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, but Yami pulled away quickly when he saw the raw hatred in the man's black eyes.

"You! Our Lord will raise his army and rid you and yours of the world. Domino is just another prize to be claimed."

"What does Pegasus want with my kingdom?" Yami demanded, pulling a chair out from the desk and sitting himself in front of the man who struggled little.

"That's just it! You don't know..." he broke off in laughter before he continued. "...And you never will. He'll come to you as you lie in the dirt in your own blood and he will reach his hand down to your still beating heart and will reach inside and pull it out as you watch before you die in fir---" Yami pulled back as blood seeped from the side of his mouth and trickled down onto his arm. Yami stared down at the blade protruding from his chest, right through his sternum. Ishizu was holding her hands to her mouth and Marik was holding her close to him as Odion pulled his dagger free from the 'messenger's' chest. Odion shoved the body to the ground and sheathed his sword.

"Disgusting, vile thing!" Odion spat.

Ishizu covered her face in her younger brother's neck and cried. "He was so graphic. It was horrible."

"You shouldn't have been here." Marik told her firmly. Odion walked over to her and took the priestess by the arm.

"Come with me." She nodded and he helped her out of the room. Yami still stood in the exact spot.

"My King. I am sorry. I only thought---"

"No. I... I am going to retire with my guests—excuse me." He left with a stumble in his step and Marik frowned.

Yami walked the halls aimlessly. He shook his head when he bumped into the wall. He looked down at the grounds below. Few servants were walking around and watering the roses. The sky was growing darker and he looked up to see the silver of the moon appearing. White light shimmering; in the whispers of the winds a name escaped his lips at the mists of all the violence of his death from the 'messenger's' mouth. "Téa." He felt a smile and touched the corners of his lips.

"Yami!" He turned and saw a crown of blond hair.

"Rebecca." He held out his hand to her and she walked over to him. "Arthur, let me show you your rooms." The old man smiled and Yami led them upstairs and then opened the door to their rooms. Rebecca ran over to one of the beds and jumped on it.

"It's bouncy!" she said with a giggle and a smile.

"Okay, good night." Arthur nodded and Yami closed the door slowly. He walked over to the palor and found Simon there.

Phew....

LuvinAnime: I'm not going to say you're being harsh on Tristan, he shouldn't have interrupted the kiss... but I can't kill him... what about Serenity, they haven't even begun to notice each other yet.

klb101: Well I'll tell you a publicly announced secret, I really liked this story Dragon's Tears and Dragon's War by Kami no Eriaen o Senshi Ryuu unfortunately the writer of this awesome fic quit writing it. So I thought this is pretty good, but what would I want really from this story. I made the Dragons real like the writer's were and I put them in a medieval era and this came from it. My story is completely different from Dragon's Tears or Dragon's War. These stories should be read. (Sighs) such a good story, too bad it was cancelled. Now I must eat this document, you all know too much! P.s. Never say you could never write anything as good as someone else's work, you may just surpass them; just work hard at what you do! (Punches the air in victory) I'm a motivational speaker!