Things Unseen; Sequel to the Millennium Ritual
Disclaimer/Authoress Note: ............ Snapper Whips
Chapter 13: Kill
"Please!" Yugi cried out, banging his fists against the counter. "I need a ticket back to Egypt right now!"
The woman on the counter shook her head. "I'm sorry sir," she replied, going back to her computer, "but you took a private one way flight from Egypt to Japan. There's no way you can go back unless you pay."
"Then I'll pay!" he shouted, taking out a wallet and counting all his yen. "How much is it?"
"30,000 yen," she answered, staring at him skeptically. His mouth dropped open, counting only one or three yen in his wallet. "I believe you're not carrying that amount around." The woman then turned to the next person in line, ignoring Yugi completely. He fumed, but walked away in defeat as his friends ran over to him.
"Yugi, why are you trying to get back to Egypt?" Joey asked, lugging his suitcase behind him. "We just got back, ya know."
"Speaking of which, I bet Kaiba went straight back to America the moment he stepped off the plane," said Tristan, raising an eyebrow and carrying his knapsack over one shoulder. Yugi sighed heavily, unsure of what to do.
"Are you okay Yugi?" Tea asked worriedly, playing with her fingers. "You were acting really weird on the trip back."
"Yes," Ryou agreed, "is there something you need to tell us?"
Yugi sighed. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. But what else to do? He's going to have to explain it sooner or later.
"I'll tell you on the ride back," Yugi muttered, walking over to the taxi waiting for them. His friends were confused, but eventually followed the spiky haired boy with suspicions.
. . .
"Ah," Solomon Moto remarked, watching Yugi and friends coming out of the taxi with tired faces, "back so soon? Have you won already, Yugi?" He laughed happily, walking over and giving a hug to his grandson. "Did you enjoy Egypt?"
Yugi looked at his friends over Solomon's shoulder. They still had the shocked faces, still unable to let the information of Apis Enari to sink in. 'Why would he do it? Why would Apis Enari want so much for this "balance" to be unstable? And most importantly, what is it.' Yugi shook his head and embraced his grandfather, thinking that he should think about this another time.
"Just fine, Grandpa, just fine," he exclaimed, putting on a fake smile. But Solomon had seen through it, just as he had done before. He is Yugi's grandfather, of course he would see.
"W-Well," muttered Joey, grinning nervously, "I guess we all. . . err. . . Hafta go home now."
"Yeah," Tea said slowly, walking away. "See ya later Yugi."
"Bye," Yugi murmured as they walked away with small waves. Another time, another place. They can talk about it later. He turned toward his grandfather, seeing Solomon watch him with suspicious eyes.
"Let's go inside and talk, my son," Solomon murmured, walking inside the Kame Game store. "We must discuss about your trip." Yugi gave out a sigh and nodded, following him inside. Walking into the living room, Solomon handed Yugi a cup of green tea, as they both sat down opposite of each other, sipping at their cups.
Yugi was the first to speak. "Grandpa, something weird happened in Egypt," he started, looking away. "I. . . I don't know why, but somehow we got all caught up in this stupid mess about the Pharaoh and Aura and Apis Enari and these weird boatmen, and I don't know what I can do about it. I felt so helpless, I mean, what can I do in a situation like this. . ." He continued on without stopping, unable to stop the flow of his thoughts.
Solomon raised his hand, silencing Yugi. "My dear boy," he said, "I know exactly what you are going through." Yugi stared at him in surprise, dropping his cup to the table.
"You. . . you do?" he whispered.
Solomon nodded, standing up and taking the broom leaning against the wall in his hands, lightly passing it back and forth with his fingers. "You're scared. Yugi, you aren't sure of what's happening right now, and everything is going so fast you aren't even sure if it's even happening." Back and forth, the broom went. "But it is. All too quickly. First it was solving the Puzzle, and then finding the Pharaoh and now this. What is next? You don't know. All you wish for is to have an ordinary life. But you can't, Yugi, because you are not an ordinary child."
He stopped, staring at the broom in his hands. Yugi was silent, not able to know how to respond. "You are an extraordinary child," Solomon whispered, shadows covering his face. "So extraordinary, that you can even become a threat. A threat too big to handle."
Yugi began to feel scared. His grandpa doesn't act like this. . .
"And now that Aura has returned, you have become even more of a threat," Solomon murmured, not moving.
That was when Yugi realized that something was wrong. "Grandpa, I never told you that Aura was alive. How did you--"
Solomon sped towards Yugi and slapped the broom against his neck as Yugi collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. As he looked into Solomon's eyes, he saw that they were colorless and blank. His own eyes widened. He was being controlled. . .
"G-Grandp-pa?" he gasped, coughing and spitting out drops of blood.
"Die Pharaoh," Solomon hissed, pressing harder. Yugi struggled for air, screaming Yami's name at the top of his lungs. But he didn't come.
He didn't come.
. . .
Kaiba stepped out of the limo, staring up to the Kaiba Mansion.
"It's been awhile since we've been here, huh Seto?" Mokuba said, walking beside his brother. Kaiba was silent but nodded in response, staring at the massive building. So many memories were passing through his head now, back from the time of Gozoburo Kaiba and when he first took control of Kaiba Corp. Kaiba smirked in spite of himself. Ah, sweet victory.
"Let's go Mokuba," Kaiba said, striding towards the entrance of the Kaiba Mansion. Mokuba nodded and quickly followed, the limo parked outside the gates.
He looked around the garden. 'No one has been tending to it as I thought,' Kaiba frowned. 'I guess I'll be making a few phone calls today then.' Kaiba fought the urge to mutter "fools" as he stepped inside his home.
Everything was still in place, he saw, staring at the ceiling. Moving his finger along the table, he saw that the mansion was cleaned and dusted. Good. One less thing for the servants to worry about. Brushing his trench coat, Kaiba then walked into the resting room. Yes, everything was there. Nothing was stolen. Not wanting to give a full scan, Kaiba then announced, "Kaiba Mansion has been well taken care of this last year, don't you agree Mokuba?" He turned around to find his little brother missing. "Mokuba?"
Suddenly a click was heard in the room to his right. Kaiba walked straight into it, not bothering to knock on the door. His eyes widened as he saw what Mokuba was doing.
Carrying a knife, Mokuba sat on the velvet chair, plunging the blade into the armrest. But that wasn't what Kaiba was worried about. Something about Mokuba's face, his eyes, and his consistent plunging of the blade made a chill go down his spine. Soft classical music was played in the background as Mokuba looked up and stared at his brother blankly.
He turned away as he murmured, "Brings back memories, doesn't it Seto?" Kaiba didn't respond.
Mokuba smirked, the same way Kaiba had done before. "So many memories. . . Good and bad, you know. But no matter what, you helped me through all of them. You, big brother, protected me from everything." The smile disappeared. "Well, almost everything." Kaiba's eyebrows furrowed; what is he talking about?
His face held a hint of boredom as he said dully, "You didn't protect me from her, Seto. That's why I almost died last year. And the strange thing was. . ." Mokuba stared at the cutting knife. "You didn't even notice."
Kaiba's eyes widened. "What are you talking about Mokuba? You used to adore Aura, and now suddenly you resent her? You didn't die last year; you're still here right now!" he yelled out, not sure why he suddenly got so jumpy.
Mokuba rose from the chair, staring at the knife. Kaiba was silent. What was wrong with him?
"Have you ever felt like you wanted to die?" Mokuba whispered, staring at his brother with helpless eyes. Kaiba felt a jab towards his stomach.
With a trembling hand, he looked to his feet and murmured quietly, "Yes."
Mokuba grinned. "Good," he said, his voice changing. Kaiba looked up in surprise just as Mokuba slashed him straight across the chest. He moved back just in time, leaning against the door. Wiggling the door handle, he saw that he was locked in.
"Mokuba, what the heck is wrong with you?" Kaiba cried out, his trench coat in shreds.
Mokuba slashed again, screaming to the top of his lungs, "Die Priest!"
Kaiba braced for the attack, not knowing what to do. 'Why is this happening?' he thought, staring at the knife going closer and closer.
Sadiki jumped out to Mokuba and wrestled the knife out of his hand as they landed on the ground, hissing at each other and spitting out ugly words. Kaiba stared at this in surprise, wondering how in the world the rat got there. Mokuba's face was twisted in fury, screaming, "Get out, you fool!! This is none of your business!!"
"We had a deal!" he yelled out, raising a fist. "No killing!!" Sadiki punched him in the face as Kaiba's eyes widened in anger. He pounced on Sadiki with a roar, Sadiki caught in surprise.
"No one hits my little brother!!" he yelled, punching Sadiki in the face. He dodged a few, but got hit also.
"F-Fool! Stop it!" Sadiki said, trying not to hurt Kaiba. "Don't you know that I'm trying to save you, you idiot?" Kaiba didn't care; no one hurts Mokuba, ever. What kind of brother would he be if he stood by and watched that happen?
Sadiki kicked Kaiba off of him, standing up and carrying the Millennium Orb. Mokuba and Kaiba both gasped; how did he get that? "Stupid snobs," he muttered. "Hey Fates! Get out of the kid, right now!! It's too late, anyway! He already knows now! And. . ." Sadiki glared at Mokuba. "You know you can't kill me!"
Mokuba sneered, saying, "Very well, Protector. . ." A misty substance flew out of Mokuba as she whispered, "But you can't protect all of them forever. . ." Mokuba fell to the ground.
Kaiba ran over to his little brother as he coughed and spat out for air, standing on his hands and knees. Mokuba tried to ask what happened, but felt to weak to do so. Kaiba put his tired brother on his back as he stared at the Egyptian, glaring at his feet.
"It's just like them," he muttered, wearing his hood, "to kill anyone they can't work with. Just like before. . . Luckily for you, I was here just in time." He turned toward Kaiba. "Where is Yugi Moto?"
"At the game shop," he muttered, staring at him angrily. "Why?"
Sadiki ignored the last question, saying, "Very well." He flashed out a scroll and murmured a few incantations, and disappeared completely. Kaiba gasped, wondering what was really going on.
'One way to find out,' Kaiba thought. Quickly he took off his shredded trench coat and carried Mokuba to the chair, placing him on there and whispering, "I'll be back, little brother."
Kaiba then ran off towards the game shop, not knowing what he might face.
. . .
Yugi felt his vision disappearing. How long can he hang on? 'Yami, where are you. . ?' he thought, his eyes rolling back. Looking down, he finally understood why.
Somehow Solomon took off the Millennium Puzzle. 'Oh good,' he thought, closing his eyes. 'For a moment I thought he left me. . .' Is he really going to die? 'Well, I guess I'll soon find out. . .'
"Pharaoh, you must die," Solomon whispered. "For the sake of this world. . ." He pressed harder, Yugi's windpipe failing.
A staff fell straight to Solomon's side as he screamed in pain and fell to his knees, cursing under his breath. Yugi gasped for air, collapsing to the ground in a heaving heap of gasps.
Sadiki came forward and handed Yugi his Millennium Puzzle. "You might need to wear that," he advised, putting the Puzzle around his neck. The moment it touched Yugi's skin the Puzzle glowed, and immediately Yami stepped out, breathing hard also.
"Th-Thank Ra," he cried out, holding onto his neck, "that Yugi is safe." He almost lost him. He can't do that again. Yami looked up and finally saw Sadiki. "Sadiki? How. . . How did you come here? And so quickly?"
"We can't speak of that now, Pharaoh!" Sadiki urged, pulling on his arm. "We have to get you to safety! Kaiba was already in danger!" Yami's eyes widened; Kaiba? Suddenly that very person ran into the room, seeing that the danger already passed.
"Are you okay, Yugi?" he asked formally, glaring at him in his usual way. Yami nodded, but before anyone could say anything, a misty substance flew out of Solomon, giving a menacing laugh.
"Sadiki," the Fate murmured, stepping in front of him, "Do you really believe. . . That you can stop us?" Sadiki didn't reply.
"I don't know," he muttered, Yami and Kaiba awe-struck.
The Fate was silent. "This is for the world's sake. Why, do you wish to stop us?"
Sadiki's fist trembled as he answered back, "Because it's not right! There is too much killing! Why do you have to increase it?"
"You have such a caring heart," the Fate whispered, stroking his cheek with her hand. Sadiki shuttered; her hand was so cold. "You so wish to save everyone, no matter how much you dislike them. But tell me, my child, if you are here protecting the Pharaoh and Priest. . . who, may I ask, is protecting the Priestess?" Sadiki's eyes widened. Aura. . .
"You should have done your job," the Fate continued, "and now my sister Fate, has killed her."
"What?" Yami yelled out, standing to his feet.
"But why?" Kaiba asked in anger.
"My Pharaoh, it is just as I told you," the Fate replied. "You are so extraordinary, that you even became a threat."
Sadiki's hands curled into fists, saying in a controlled voice, "You. . . You monster! Don't you dare touch her!"
The Fate gave a smile, but before she could say anything, she felt a jab towards her. She shuttered, her eyes widening. "Sister. . ." She then disappeared, Sadiki fuming.
"Get back here, you murdering pigs!" Sadiki yelled out. "What have you done to Aura?" He took out his scroll and tried to murmur an incantation, but nothing happened. Sadiki tried again, but it didn't work. Yami and Kaiba stared in stunned silence. "You. . . You fiends!! I'll get you, you lying dogs!!"
The Millennium Orb glowed dully in the sunlight.
. . .
A slept soundly in the straw hut, a Nubian girl watching her quietly. Taking her hand, the girl gasped as she saw that strange scar on both of her wrists. Then the girl giggled, tracing the scar with her little finger. A gave a little groan, but fell asleep once more, her face matted with sweat. The sun was beating down the little Nubian village, filled with busy people and merry laughs.
An elder placed his hand on the little girl's shoulder, saying quietly, "Tis time for the woman to sleep, child."
"Who is she, father?" the child asked, touching her skin. "She is so strange. . . But she seems so familiar. . ."
The elder smiled and replied quietly, "Do you remember the woman we elders spoke of in our stories? The woman who save the first child to this village?" The girl nodded.
He smiled. "This is her," he whispered, his hand waving over A's body. The girl gasped and jumped up and down in the air, obviously excited. Putting his finger to his lips, he continued, "Now can I trust you, child, to keep this woman's secret safe and sound?"
"Yes father, yes! I will tell no one!" she exclaimed, as they both laughed and walked out of the hut. Nodding to the elder, a Nubian woman stepped into the hut with a wash bowl and cloth, staring at A quietly. The moment she thought it was clear, she took a small dagger out of the rags she carried, sitting down and raising the blade. Her eyes were colorless, blank, just as Solomon and Mokuba's was when they were controlled.
"Good bye, Priestess," she murmured, raising the dagger, ready to strike.
Suddenly a hand stopped the plunge, as the Fate looked into the hand's owner. Gasping, she cried out, "You!! But how? You are suppose to be--"
A scream was heard throughout the village, and when they entered A's hut, they found a dead body and an empty bed.
To Be Continued. . .
Hi. Yeah, finally updated. So who is this person? Is it Apis Enari? Is it the crew? Or is it someone else. . ?