Young Blood by Mooguri Klaine
Author's Notes: Okay…I want to die now. ((grabs a taut nylon rope))
So, here I was, sending the decrepit piece of junk that was my computer to some technician to have it repaired (the technical aspect I shall not delve into), along with ((huffs dangerously)) EXPLICIT SET OF INSTRUCTIONS NOT TO DELETE THE CONTENTS OF MY FOLDERS ESPECIALLY MY FANFICS, and the said computer comes back, perfectly fine with one tiny flaw… ((pauses)) THE HARD DRIVE WAS TOTALLY WIPED CLEAN! TABULA RASA (meaning empty slate)! WHERE THE F ARE MY DOCUMENTS?! Okay, my school reports totally gone, I can live with that…BUT MY FANFICS?! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY PLAYING AT?! ((storms out of the room, starts smashing things and looks for that stupid son-of-a- technician))
That, my friends, is just one of the dozen reasons why I am horribly late updating this chapter. Care to know what the other eleven reasons are?
Reason 11:Yes, this obsolete computer needs a bit troubleshooting, so I sent it away to computer paramedics. And it'll be back in a jiffy, they said…
Reason 10: …and it came back three weeks later. Uh-huh… "jiffy all right…"
Reason 9: Extra-curricular activities. I am a part of an anime enthusiast organization in our university, and am currently being "exploited" (this word helpfully supplied by another member) for having the apparent talent to draw.
Reason 8 and 7: SCHOOLWORK. Enough said.
Reason 6: Procrastination and my other demons such as laziness, laziness, and laziness…
Reason 5: Disheartened and disillusioned…
Reason 4, 3, 2 and 1: …after having found out that NONE OF MY WRITTEN FANFICS AND SCANNED ARTWORKS WERE SALVAGED. I was in a state of shock for a few hours before I started bashing things.
And I have currently added my brother to my to-kill list for sending the computer away without even WAKING ME UP to tell me to SAVE MY WORKS IN A DISKETTE. Yes, I did decide that I should have it repaired, yet it seemed that he took the liberty of bringing it to the techies. And it was DAWN when he left the house at that time…
So there we have it… ((bows down repeatedly)) Forgive me for the really really REALLY LATE UPDATE!! And I'm sorry for dishing out all my woes on this page because I totally felt bad after the said "accident". And I still do. I NEED YOUR SHOULDER TO CRY ON! Chapter Six was halfway done at that time and would've made it on my usual posting days. And not only did I lose Young Blood, I also lost all of my unfinished fics all waiting to be polished and posted! WAAAAA!!((wails)) Forgive me! ((goes to a dark corner and sobs some more))
I must make it up to you in any way! So, I'll be posting this chapter and add the next at once, and I'll be working on the succeeding chapters extra hard. Let's face it – my old files are totally gone. I can't spend the rest of my days wallowing in solitude, now can I? :D
READERS! After everything that has happened to me, you are still that glimmer of hope in a dark tunnel! Gee, I sound too sappy! XD
To LadyZephyros: Why Horus? Horus is one of the gods of Ancient Egyptians, who is the son of Osiris and Isis. After battling with the evil god Seth, Horus was proclaimed the victor and was crowned as the Pharaoh of Egypt. Well basically, all Pharaohs in Ancient Egypt are said to be the embodiment of Horus, so it's safe to say that Atem, who was once a Pharaoh, be called Horus. 'Hope I cleared that up! :D
To Elusia: Thanks for that observation! I was thinking I didn't do much justice on Atem's bloodlust, yet it turned out to be okay for you! Thanks a lot! XD
To silver dragongurl: … XD
To Minor Arcana: Weee, you liked Mai! ((beams at Minor Arcana)) And here I was thinking she was a bit off… :D And as for your drawing, I'll work on it as soon as I sort my other things out! I'm going to have fun drawing Neith! ((giggles))
To Misoka: Yeah, thanks! Though I'm in no rush, I really want to pick up the pace of my story so as not to bore you guys out! Thanks again!
To Faith the uke Seto gal: Lovely suggestion! And I can't wait to read your fic! There's just so much to talk about! I'll keep in touch at once! :D I do hope you received my mail! Sometimes, email just wanted to be stubborn and chose not to send mails! X3
To Lucifur: Short review, but fills my heart at the right spot, nonetheless! Thanks!
To Swtdreams07: Nope, I won't regret this! ((whispers)) Even though with the mounting pile of schoolwork, it'll be challenging, if not hard! Ehehhe! And as for when Seto will meet Atem… hmmm… ((enigmatic smile))
Disclaimer: After all that stuff I spouted in the Author's Notes part, I don't feel like adding more insane commentaries. Plus, I must be boring you out… YGO is not mine. I hope you got that.
Warning: This fanfic is loaded with shonen-ai material as well as yaoi. Back off if you don't like this. Get out of here if you think YGO is crap to you. If otherwise… BE MY GUEST! XD
Summary: An intersection marks the meeting of personalities, and the intricate web starts its spinning, upon which a shattering conflict is born amidst of it all. Will the Prince find the azure eyes of Sekheth once more? READ, REVIEW AND GET A PRIZE! XD
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Chapter Six: Photographed Vision
(A/N: I tried to remember all that I've written so far, but I only got a few measly lines off of my brain. What you're reading now is a newer – and hopefully better- version! It still sticks to my original plot of course. :D)
Being a Kaiba sure has its perks.
This is what Mokuba had realized upon disembarking from the limousine as cameras started clicking away madly to greet their entrance. Suddenly the air was alive with a flurry of sound, and the very area permeated gushes of excitement from onlookers and guests.
"It seems that the elusive billionaire Seto Kaiba showed up in this event along with his younger brother…" Mokuba heard a reporter from somewhere. He couldn't help but smile at this. The Kaiba Family has long been a subject of discussions among the media, the social circles, and among the other citizens, even before their father's time. Yet the public's fervor intensified a couple of notches higher when his older brother took the corporate chair from their deceased father. Needless to say, the media community had finally found the so-called "darling of the press". Soon enough, factions dedicated to the said young man started sprouting like mushrooms, along with a constant mob of paparazzi camping outside the Kaiba mansion and the Kaiba Corporation Building.
A big crowd of fan girls cooed with glee as they waved in unison at the brunet CEO, calling his name to catch his attention, but the blue-eyed debonair deliberately avoided the annoying pleas. After all these years, Seto could still never get used to all the attention.
And so was Mokuba. 'I mean, why fuss over a Kaiba, anyway?' he mused in his thoughts. 'It's not like my brother is so special…' He felt his brother quicken his pace and practically strode down the length of the red carpet. Despite that, he managed to crack a smile.
"Mister Seto Kaiba, are you a fan of Miss Isis' works? What is your purpose for going to this event?" a reporter barked to Seto from the sidelines, as microphones, cameras, and pens were all poised and ready for the blue-eyed businessman.
Seto glared at the people for a moment and proceeded to make their way to the entrance of the hall and half-dragged Mokuba who was smiling nervously at the crowd, looking thoroughly pleased with all that's happening.
The brothers were easily admitted inside the lavishly decorated hall. Another of the "perks" Mokuba was certainly happy about – instant access to gatecrash any party in Domino City without anyone actually getting mad about it. Apparently, his older brother's face was worth a truckload of IDs; something's definitely wrong with you if you don't recognize even a single strand of hair from him. Plus, Mokuba gets to keep the invitation as his proof of attendance.
Upon entering the threshold, Seto's blue eyes drifted upward briefly to take a glimpse of the venue for the cocktail party. Gleaming crystal chandeliers shone iridescently against a marble ceiling; everything seemed to shine with elegance and affluence. And yet for Seto, all of these were too lavish, too extravagant. And he was never a patron for such intricacies. He shook his head furtively in disgust. 'Some people have weird tastes.'
There will always be fans of the authoress at the higher wrings of the social ladder, which was why this posh party was held in the first place. People kept coming in their expensive cars, signature attires, and glittering jewelry, while others settled inside, sipping their Martinis while exchanging talks ranging from their latest island excursions to the Bahamas down to their secret love affairs.
Both Seto and Mokuba were careful not to step on someone else's shoes or trod on someone's long gown as the place was practically teeming with guests. There wasn't pretty much elbow room for everyone. Seto highly doubted all of these rich folks came from Domino. He spotted a lot of visitors from outside the city – some even from outside the country, like little Rebecca Hawkins and her grandfather who came all the way from the United States. But there were still a lot closer to home – like the action star Tristan Taylor, who was pretty much absorbed into getting all the cameras to focus on him. On the other hand, Mokuba spotted the green-haired pop icon Esparoba with his uncannily identical younger brothers. This made the young Kaiba twist in his place in excitement.
"Big brother, I want to get Esparoba's autograph!" he exclaimed fervently, searching his pockets for a pen.
Seto rolled his eyes. "I believe we are in Isis' book signing event, not in some teen fans' day, Mokuba."
"But this opportunity rarely happens!" Mokuba protested. "I might as well grab it!"
"Mokuba, if this were an opportunity, then I'll gladly miss it for as many lifetimes it can get."
Mokuba scowled, his small lips pouted. "Fine…killjoy…"
"Just think of Isis' signature instead. It's what you came for in the first place," Seto helpfully supplied. He wanted to get this event all done so he could go home, and stay away from everyone else.
"Hmm…" Mokuba's blue-gray eyes raked through the dense crowd for a sign of the writer, but there wasn't any of her in sight. Heck, photos of Isis were extremely hard to come by, as the authoress seemed to be keen on getting away from the media. And with the volume of guests so huge, Mokuba's chances of finding the writer would be next to none.
Meanwhile, Seto loosened the knot of his tie, feeling the apparent discomfort despite the custom-made features of his tailored Armani suit. Suddenly, he felt all eyes stare more ominously at him, regarding him as if he were a rare specimen only recently discovered.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" a voice said from behind him. Seto spun around and saw a small group of middle-aged women in their mink coats and fur eyeing him with unflattering and blatant interest.
"Good evening, ladies," Seto murmured half-heartedly, bowing down courteously. This simple gesture elicited excited giggles from the ladies, who seemed to be acting like love-smitten schoolgirls. Seto fought the urge to snort derisively, and instead forced a thin-lipped smile. He may not be a sociable person, but at least he knows how to keep things respectful at a civil level.
"Why good evening, Mister Seto…" one woman purred seductively at him. Seto could feel his eyebrow threatening to shoot upward at the mention of his first name; only his younger brother calls him by that name. And not only that, the woman was obviously trying to get on his good side as well. Seto politely took a step backward to put as much space as he can away from her. 'God, this lady is old enough to be my grandmother,' he thought, appalled at the very idea that these women were planning to do something unholy to him. Seto couldn't blame himself for being too skeptic of these people. After all, he is a Kaiba, and a rich, young Kaiba at that. Rich people nowadays tend to expand their horizons even further, stretching the full extent of their pockets by "investing" on a network of potential friends with just as much money as them. And his late father has long invested on that. This would undoubtedly explain why Seto was once engaged to a daughter of a big-time and high-ranking military officer many years back, despite Seto's protests. Then, shortly after his old man's untimely death, the new CEO of the Kaiba Corporation cancelled the engagement, wrath of his dead father be damned.
Though this group didn't seem to be focused on getting Seto to marry one of them, Seto could sense that they wanted him to be in that so-called network of friends. Which was why he never liked social gatherings like this – people are bound to see him for how large his wallet his, and in the more likely scenario, how he could be a profitable venture for them. Times like these, he wouldn't take any chances, regardless if there were any good and honest people left in this planet.
"So what brings you here to this event?" another one asked. "A fan of Miss Isis?"
"That would be my younger brother," he replied, glaring momentarily at Mokuba, who was now trying hard to stifle his laughter. "I'm here to accompany him."
"Oh, so you must be Mokuba Kaiba!" a third woman exclaimed, bending down to gaze at the other Kaiba.
"Er… hi?" Mokuba waved uncertainly.
"Oh how cute!" the lady clapped her hands appreciatively, then proceeded to hold Mokuba's long hair, which was now tied in a braid. "My, what long hair you have, my boy!"
The other women briefly abandoned their posts around Seto and hovered around Mokuba instead.
Mokuba smiled and laughed nervously as every woman circling him pinched his cheeks and toyed with his braid. He looked wildly at Seto, sending more or less a distress signal to his older sibling.
Seto dutifully went to the rescue. He cleared his throat promptly, causing the women to stop, standing up once more with a tinkle of small laughter in their lips. "Forgive us, Mister Seto, your brother is such an adorable creature!" one remarked, ruffling Mokuba's hair, causing the latter to frown surreptitiously.
The elder Kaiba would love to disagree with the ladies about Mokuba being adorable – he was anything but adorable – but he just didn't have the mood to carry on another minute with them. Time to end the conversation.
"Ladies, my brother and I should go," he started. "We –"
"I think my brother needs to use the toilet," Mokuba said at once, grinning foolishly at the group. Seto shot him an icy glare, which the latter totally disregarded. Mokuba is the only the person who can throw off the infamous "Kaiba Look" without batting an eyelash, and not act the least bit unnerved at all.
More peeling laughter from the ladies. "Oh I see! Call of nature!" one said merrily.
Seto bowed once more, and made a move to leave, but was stopped almost soon, when one of the women handed him something.
"My card, Mister Seto," she smiled, flashing her million-dollar smile (which was probably true; the dentist must've charged her a lot just to get that unnatural glint in her smile). "In case you need anything…" then she winked.
'Gag,' Seto vomited in his thoughts. No sooner after that, the other women began digging into their purses, pulling out their most impressive calling cards. Seto stared disbelievingly as one of them proceeded to kiss the card before giving it to him, the lipstick contrasting starkly with the beige color of the cardboard.
He once more forced a smile and bade them good evening, both he and Mokuba quickly turned their heels and went to the opposite direction.
"You could've said I'm potty-trained as well!" Seto quipped sarcastically, clearly pissed off at the pathetic alibi Mokuba made up a while ago.
"Remind me to say that next time," his younger brother replied, in between fits of stifled laughter.
They continued to wean their way away from most of the crowd, both aiming for the corners or to some nearby hole, whichever comes first. Yet they haven't even gotten a good deal of distance from the women, when this time, a group of men managed to block their progress.
"Good evening, Mister Kaiba," a man greeted.
Both Seto and Mokuba groaned.
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Karimu peeked through the thick velveteen curtains briefly before closing it once more. "That's a lot of guests downstairs," he remarked. "Care to take a look?"
Ishizu stood up from her seat slowly, Mahado stood next to her, watching with concern in his face.
"Are you sure you are all right?" he asked.
Ishizu nodded silently and gave him a reassuring smile. "I am fine."
"Tell me, Ishizu, what do you see?" Shada asked almost suddenly, his face slightly covered in shadows.
The priestess' hand unconsciously went to the necklace perched on her neck, twinkling benevolently. She closed her eyes and sighed. "It is uncertain, my friends. The Necklace only shows us so little. It is hard to tell…"
"Is he even here in the first place?" Mahado spoke. "Perhaps he is not among the mortals. This attempt to lure him might only be a futile plan. I –"
"We should not despair!" interrupted Ishizu firmly, feeling her small fists clench tightly. Mahado was a bit surprised at the former's sudden outburst, and saw the unwavering sapphire eyes of the priestess.
Then Ishizu lowered her head, sighing once more. "We cannot abandon all hope, Mahado."
"Hope? Ishizu, we have exhausted all that hope for more than a thousand years, and still we find no Sekheth!" Mahado said sharply as he wearily shook his head. "Surely you realized that there is no point – no sense – in this search, and that we are getting nowhere out of this!"
"Then if you see this as unwise, you are free to step down!" her limpid eyes flashed with more determination, casting her gaze not only to Mahado, but also to the rest of the priests. "If it means that I have to do it alone, then so be it!"
There was a long and troubled silence. The other priests shifted guilty looks, all of them had their heads bowed down, avoiding the woman's piercing gaze.
Then, almost suddenly, Ishizu gasped.
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Atem walked and walked. He'd let his feet do the thinking and allowed himself to wander off. He pondered on many things - of his encounter with Mai, of the numerous questions, of Sekheth…
Then he felt something lingering in the air – anticipation it seemed, and it was near him. Atem rounded on a corner, and found himself staring at a heavily-lit building, along with a huge crowd of people swarming around the establishment.
Humans.
The prince wistfully stared at the spectacle of lights and sounds; cheery voices floated up and seemed to reach him from where he stood. He could feel his lips twitching upward in a detached and sad smile. And then, for a single moment, he had a sudden flash of understanding.
For some reason, he felt like he needed to be there. Atem could not fathom why, or how it happened, but his head was as clear as ever, now devoid of its lethargic state. The Puzzle vibrated knowingly, as if it were some sort of mystical magnet detecting something. Purposefully, he walked towards the cobbled path, thinking of nothing else.
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By the time Seto and Mokuba reached the buffet table (which was located at the edge of the vast hall, unfortunately for both of them), the younger Kaiba's cheeks were swollen with too much pinching, and his hair a total tangle of hopeless mess. He had been smiling for God-knows-how-long that his muscles were so numb with pain that it refused to do anything else but…smile.
"Mokuba, wipe that silly smile off your face," pointed Seto, who seemed to be in a lot of problems as well. His pockets were practically bulging with calling cards from virtually everyone who attended in this convention. Now he has to discard these somewhere; his blue eyes scanned the hall for any sign of a trashcan.
"I…can't…" Mokuba massaged his cheeks, trying to get them to frown. "Whoever said that 'it takes 17 muscles to smile and 34 to frown' is one big liar." 1
Seto was still busy looking for a trash bin or a guest's wine glass to dump the calling cards, when his eyes met someone else's in the crowd. He turned the other way at once. Mokuba, never missing anything, caught his brother's unease, and smiled.
"Oho, it's Miss Amelda!" he exclaimed, as he sniggered.
"Let's get out of here," Seto muttered hurriedly, steering his brother away. He stole a quick glance back at Amelda, and saw her glaring at him malevolently still, as if wishing him to get killed by her withering look.
"So she's still sore about that cancelled engagement," 2 Mokuba triumphantly said, comprehension dawning in his face. "You didn't tell me she was wholly upset about it!"
"It's not my fault I don't like her," he answered coolly. "Besides, I don't think you need to hear the details from me…" his voice trailed off, as Seto remembered the "biggest celebrity scoop in the history of Domino", where he politely called off their engagement through a dinner-for-two. He never anticipated that the hopeful Amelda brought the media with her (in clandestine, of course), thus letting the whole country witness the termination of the proposed union, as well as the crunchiest slap on Seto's face courtesy of the angered female. The press was in a state of cloud nine that time, especially when a certain channel managed to snag the exclusive interview of Amelda, where she hissed vehemently in front of three million television sets that she will kill Seto in any way possible. Fortunately for the CEO, he's still in one piece, but he was never safe from public scrutiny after that. The news spread like wildfire, even reaching foreign shores, as evidenced when an American consultant once approached Seto and asked him if the slap hurt. The blue-eyed businessman turned down their business deal at once.
"Yeah well, I think –" Mokuba started to comment, but stopped when the lights suddenly dimmed as a huge spotlight focused on a velvet curtain on a balcony. Voices hushed instantly, all eyes stared unblinkingly. The curtains opened; a veiled woman walked out, bathed in the glow of the yellow light, followed by three men. The audience held its breath.
Mokuba seized his brother's arm and squeezed it excitedly. "It's her, big brother!"
Seto looked up at the pedestal. 'Isis.'
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The crowd cheered as Ishizu stepped forward, meeting her fans for the first time. She smiled kindly at them, but inside her, she felt off, her mind somewhere far away.
The Necklace had just given her a vision a while ago.
Yet it didn't make sense. The Sacred Tauk would always give her snippets of future events, but tonight, it gave her something else. It lasted for a few seconds, and only comprised of a photograph-like projection.
It was an intersection.
A hand rested on her shoulder. She looked briefly behind and saw Mahado gazing at her. She nodded reassuringly. 'What could that possibly mean?' she thought.
An intersection…
"Here's the writer we've all been waiting for!" an announcer's voice boomed over the speakers. "Author of more than a dozen vampire novels – all bestsellers in their own right – and is a creator of a totally new universe… I bring you the beautiful Isis Ishtar!"
Generous claps greeted her once more.
Yet confusion clouded Ishizu's mind.
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"Okay, you've seen her, let's go home," Seto said impatiently as he turned to the exit.
"WHAT? I haven't had her autograph yet!" Mokuba cried. "If we leave now, I totally missed the purpose of attending here!"
"Why don't you take a good look at the people lined up to see her?" his older brother vaguely waved his hand to the visitors.
Mokuba saw his brother's point, but ignored it. "Well, I don't care," he huffed defiantly. "I'll still get her signature, no matter what!" He tugged his brother with surprising force and dragged Seto towards the authoress.
'It's times like this my brother needs to exercise his status as a Kaiba,' Mokuba said in his thoughts, looking hopefully at Seto so that the elder might take a hint and help him at least.
A minute passed. The older Kaiba didn't stir.
Another minute went by. Seto folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.
Roughly ten minutes have passed. Mokuba was starting to get desperate, and his brother wasn't doing anything about it and was being virtually useless at the moment.
"Mokuba, aren't you supposed to have your books signed?" Seto asked, noticing the stack of books now perched on his younger brother's arms. Then he scowled. "I confiscated your books, didn't I? Then why –"
But black-haired Mokuba wasn't paying any attention. 'It's a do-or-die situation!' his mind screamed.
Then without warning, Mokuba started to wail.
"I WANT TO MEET HER SO BADLY!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He began to throw his books around; most of the people started noticing him. He smiled inwardly. 'Perfect.'
Seto, on the other hand, was totally thrown off at his brother's outburst. One minute, his brother was perfectly sane, and the next minute, Mokuba was acting like a deranged lunatic.
"What's wrong with you, Mokuba?" Seto hissed silently, bending down in time to see a victorious look pass by the younger Kaiba before it disappeared.
"I WANT TO SEE MISS ISIS!!"
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A few people looked away from Ishizu. There was unmistakably someone screaming the writer's name.
"Who's that?" Karimu wondered aloud. Cameras focused away from the author, all of them had the same question as Karimu's.
"It's a child…" Ishizu said. She felt the Necklace vibrating on her neck. This confused her more. Sacred items can feel the other Item's presence, yet it was responding somewhat differently tonight. The other priests sensed it as well and were just as perplexed as the priestess. They approached slowly.
The crowd parted before Ishizu. Her silent eyes fell on the crying form of a child with long black hair tied in a braid. Her eyes softened as she knelt in front of him. Ishizu has always been fond of children, something that deeply saddened her greatly, thousands of years ago.
"Is there something troubling you?" she said in a clear, soothing voice, and placed her hand on the jet-black locks.
The boy looked up at her, the tears brimming up his blue-gray eyes. "Miss Isis!" he said, his eyes hardly believing what he's seeing. This made the priestess smile genuinely for the first time in a long while.
Then suddenly the boy was lifted up by someone else. "I'm sorry for the behavior my little brother displayed," said a cold voice.
Ishizu shook her head. "It's nothing," she replied. "A child is a child. They cannot deny their feelings. It is quite understandable, Mister…?" She looked up and saw a pair of startlingly familiar blue eyes.
"Seto Kaiba," the man replied.
Ishizu's eyes widened.
"Sekheth?"
-----To Be Continued-----
Author's Notes: 1 I don't know if I got the exact number right for how many muscles it will take a person to frown, but I'm pretty sure that it takes a lot less to smile than to pout. Hehe, though I must admit, smiling can be pretty tiring, especially if you're trying to do that all day long. I can easily remember my experience with that! :D
2 Ahahahaha! So I decided to put Amelda for a bit of cameo appearance! Amelda is a character from the Doom Organization Arc of Yu-Gi-Oh, which takes place after Battle City. In the series, she hates Seto with all her guts, even though Seto has nothing to do with her life being destroyed. If you're watching the current series in your place, consider yourself lucky! Cartoon Network here in our country boasted an "All New Series" which turned out to be the Battle City Arc, which frustrated me a bit because I've watched that already… But what the heck, the replay value was too much for me not to miss! I mean, I just LOVE the voice artists who unknowingly inject yaoi-induced lines into the characters! Take this line said by Seto Kaiba for example: "Yugi is the only worthy rival I ever ever have…" The reiteration of 'ever' was too much for my yaoi mind! ((faints)) XD
Here's another line from Kaiba again: "Do you feel the same way when you duel with me, Yugi?" Whoaaaa… O.o ((faints again)) There's lots more, I SWEAR!! ((grins)) You got any memorable quotes from YGO? Tell me all about it! I'm feeding on them right now! XD
Yeah! Another chapter done, and it took me the LONGEST TIME to finish it! Please forgive me!! But I'll update a lot faster now, since I'll be having more free time than usual, plus the story's picking up…I think… :D
As for the drawings I promised…since I lost all my files, I'm back to having them scanned (I don't have a scanner, unfortunately) somewhere. It won't take long; so wait for it!! ((thumbs up))
Again, I need your reactions and sentiments! Drop me a line, a paragraph, a poem, a sonnet, or anything! Feed me your reviews! REVIEWWWW XD
So what's next on Chapter Seven? After six chapters, Atem gets to meet Seto! Well, it was supposed to be in this chapter, but I ended up writing it longer than I intended to. At least that's something to look forward to! And there's a lot more too! SO STICK WITH ME! X3
That's it! Thanks a lot and Rock On! ;P