Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, save a few characters, the symbols and a few names. Other than that I am just a writer for their new world. Sorry for the delay in updating. Please enjoy.

The cave was dark and he could hear the sound of steady breathes. He rested his hand on the side of his hilt. He blinked feeling around for the sheath and sword. He remembered now, he had laid it down at entrance of the cave. To him this cave was sacred. This was the home of not one, but three Blue-Eyes White Dragons. He clenched his fist and relaxed. Of course he was nervous. Here he was, a 6"1' man in a dark cave, unarmed with three giants. But he didn't show his fear, what was the point in that. The bad thing was that he couldn't see a single thing, not even his hands. He was stumbling around in the dark feeling his way around. The walls of the cave were dark and damp; he could hear the sound of dripping water. Suddenly, for what seemed like moments, blue white fire flashed in the air. He saw one of them briefly before the fire burned out. Another blast of fire shot out and this time it ignited something. He could see much better. He could see two white beasts lying with their heads down. Another one sat, holding between its teeth, a cow. Bloody, torn and open. Seto looked away for a moment, he had never seen a Dragon feast before. He stepped forward and that's when it happened. All the Dragons were alert. Staring, deep blue eyes, at him. He opened his arms and called out to them.

"I am not here to harm you. I am here to show my respect towards you. Please, understand my love for you." He was about to lower his arms when a strong blue light began to appear over the spot where their hearts should be and Seto looked down, seeing the glow mimicking the Dragons on his own heart. The pain was unbearable. He fell to his knees and cried out in pain. The pain burned in his skull, images flashed behind his eyes and the pain soon began to burn in his chest. He grasped his shirt and panted. He shut his eyes tightly, turning to block the pain and the images. But the glow wasn't only on his heart. The blue light shone on the back of his neck and one of his shoulder blades. He could feel those burns so clearly. Suddenly the pain thinned out and the glow grew faint till it vanished all together. He panted heavily and weakly got to his feet, vacating the cave.

Téa limped over to Seto. "Are you all right?" she asked, stopping just in front of him.

"Téa..." he gave a weak smile and turned around, lifting the length of his russet hair and showed her the mark. It was a small ﻍ on the back of his neck. She got to the tips of her toes and touched the mark, tracing it slowly with the tip of her finger. He shrugged forward and turned around, complaining about how it tickled when she did that. Téa barely had time to laugh at his complaint when he lifted her in his strong arms and spun her around. Everyone was watching them, even the King. Seto set her back down and told her, "I don't just have one. I have three. One here," he touched his heart, "and one on my right shoulder blade." He looked over at Mokuba and ran over to him.

Téa watched him kneel in front of his younger brother and tell him with a smile on his face that he had not one Dragon, but three, three Majestic Blue-Eyes White Dragons. He came to her then and she looked into his violet eyes. "I know how you feel, but believe me... it really will pass."

"So you just believe I'll come to love you?"

He nodded. "I know." He walked away from her and she wasn't sure but she believed for the remaindered of this trip to Duelist Kingdom the King would not say another word to her.

It was awhile till nightfall but when it fell the camps were made. The Three Blue-Eyes emerged from their caves and sat with Seto and Mokuba. Téa watched with a smile on her face and she lay down and closed her eyes. When the Blue-eyes returned to their caves Seto and Mokuba made their way to the little pond on the other side of the camp. "What was it like?" Mokuba asked, pulling his shirt up over his head, but got stuck halfway up. Seto tugged the shirt free off his brother and shoved him down. Mokuba frowned, now sitting on the wet grass and yanked his shirt away from his elder.

"Painful. It happened almost exactly like it did with that dog, Wheeler."

"His name is Joseph, or Joey." Mokuba said matter-of-factly. Seto shrugged carelessly as he pulled his own shirt off and knelt in front to the water to examine his new tattoo.

"Téa called it the Bonding-Ritual." Seto muttered, tracing the ﺝ over his chest.

"I like this one." Mokuba said, prodding the ﻦ on his right shoulder blade.

"They're not works of art, Moki!" Mokuba laughed and Seto looked at his brother.

"You called me Moki! You haven't called me that since I was six."

"Is that so?" Seto grabbed his brother suddenly around the waist and tickled him mercilessly. Barely able to breath, Seto finally pick his younger up and tossed him into the water.

"Seto!" Mokuba's brother laughed into the night and leaned over the water. Washing his chest and forearms and face. "How come you don't have to be completely in the water?" Mokuba demanded, swimming towards the ground.

"Because." He said, splashing water onto his hair, making the color a deeper brown.

"That's it? That's your answer?"

"Let's see, I'm the elder so I get to say what my answer is. That was it." He got a face-full of water. He growled at Mokuba and held him under briefly.

"That wasn't fair!" Mokuba complained, getting a breath-full of air.

"Ah, come on out." Seto said handing his brother his shirt and standing up to get his own shirt.