All right everyone! This is the final match in the games! It is a little gory from the blood, but not enough to go against the rating. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

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It seemed like only moments later she was being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Mito standing over her. Yami was gone, and she was still curled up on the elongated seat. He had a terrible look of worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong?," she immediately asked.

"It. . . It's time for your match with Bakura," he managed to stammer out. She could tell he did not want to be the one rouse her. He feared that match much more than she did, and she could see it in every feature of his face.

"I'll be right out," she told him calmly hoping it would ease his nerves.

"You are to be announced. When you hear your name you are to enter the ring."

She nodded in agreement. He left with a cloud of grief and pain all around him. She walked over to some of her combative wear she had earlier discarded. She pulled them back on and felt her hands start to tremble. It was not that she was afraid; she was nervous. She knew that if she tried with all the strength she possessed there was a chance she would win, and if Yami believed she could do it then that made it inevitable. She picked up her staff and stared at it hard. She was almost praying on it, asking for guidance and strength from the Gods.

"Ra, be my power," she said aloud.

"The warrior finals are about to begin," she heard a priest's voice call out, "I, High Priest Mahaado, shall reside over this match. This match will decide who will be champion of the games. Gracious Pharaoh and kingdom's people, may I present your warriors! The first finalist to compete in this match is her royal highness, Queen Ateyda!" She heard some cheers from the crowd as she walked out of the lavatory. She was shocked as she saw the floor of the entire arena had been changed. It was one massive ring with two large tables at both ends. These tables were covered in every weapon imaginable. She gripped her staff tight. She hoped she would not need any of the other weapons in this match. She walked into the ring and stood by the table where her brother was waiting for her. He was going to be her sideliner in this match.

"The Queen's opponent is the second finalist Bakura!," Mahaado called out.

She looked over at the door of the other lavatory to see the white-haired warrior emerge. He had a horrible smile on his face as he walked over to his side of the ring. A trembling boy sideliner was waiting for him. He wrapped Bakura's hands in cloth shaking like he was naked in the middle of a snowstorm. After he had finished, Bakura gripped onto the front of his clothing and pulled him face to face.

"Do not screw up," he said with venom dripping off of every word. The boy looked like he was going to faint. Bakura laughed at his trembling and tossed him aside. He picked up his staff and walked toward the middle of the ring. Ateyda did the same.

"Have you made all your arrangements?," Bakura asked her in his dark, raspy voice.

"What are you talking about?," she asked.

He laughed, "You need to get all of your affairs in order before death, but it looks like you won't get that chance."

"I'm not going to let you beat me like Lamasse," she said.

"Oh, was he a friend of yours?," he asked with a smirk on his face, "I did see you kneeled next to him. He is a sorry excuse for a warrior. I will admit he gave me a run around at first, but I broke him down nice and easy. You have to do that with stupid bulls like him. They just don't understand they have no chance against someone like me."

"You may be a good fighter, but that doesn't mean you will beat me. I will not let Lamasse live out a defeat like that, for in this fight I am defending him. I dedicate myself to him in this battle against you."

"It would have been better had you have surrendered. You will lose to me, little girl."

"I am no more a girl than you are a boy, and I will not surrender. Not to the likes of you."

"Then let this match begin."

Priest Mahaado walked up to them and said, "These are the rules. You both have two tables with weapons upon them. During the course of this battle, you may take any weapon from the tables you wish, however, you may not take a weapon from your opponent's side. No other weapons will be allotted to you. You cannot have more than two weapons in the ring at one time. You must turn in one weapon for another unless a weapon is destroyed completely. You both have a sideliner to help you with these transfers. You may toss, throw, or any way possible to get your weapon to your sideliner as long as it gets there. They are in turn allowed to do the same to get the new weapon to you. The sideliners know that in throwing the weapons they cannot harm or even come in contact with the opponent. When you are transferring weapons, there will be no pauses in the fight. You have to do it as quickly as possible without giving your opponent an advantage if you wish to win. Are there any questions?"

"What happens in the event of death?," Bakura asked staring directly at Ateyda with a smirk on his face.

"A win will only be allotted if the cause of death was from the whole match and not one single, fatal blow," he replied with a look of hate on his face at Bakura.

"Well then, let's get on with this," he said backing away from Ateyda.

"Fine," she hissed and walked back.

"You both know what is at stake," Mahaado said looking from one fighter to the other, "Then let this match begin!"

Bakura flipped his staff around impressively and watched Ateyda with a blaze kindling in his eyes. She held hers in front of her as a guard while they took slow circles around one another. His face broke out into an evil smile, and Ateyda could swear she could see every sharp fang he possessed. She could no longer hear the crowd. There was no one around her except Mito and Bakura. Everything else around her was nothing but a black void. She was going to concentrate her every bit of energy on Bakura. She knew that in order to protect herself from his harsh blows that she would need to predict where his every strike would land. They stopped very slowly and stared straight into each other's eyes trying to see the tactics in their mind. Every hair in the entire arena stood on end, as everything grew quiet. The soft breeze that swept through the small windows sounded like a tornado in the quiet. She felt as if she could hear every heart beat around her and every breath she took seemed to resound off the walls. Then she saw something move. Bakura's sandal scraped across the sandy floor as he crept forward. She decided it was time to take action.

She swung her staff at his head, but like lightning he ducked under it and returned with a powerful blow to her side. She was lifted off her feet and flew three feet to her left. The place where his staff had connected with her throbbed with pain. She wondered if he had broken any of her ribs. She could not believe that much pain came from a single hit, but she was not going down that easily. He came at her and tried to slam his staff down upon her from above. With both her hands she raised up her staff to block it. It took all her strength to keep her own staff from coming down on her. He flipped the staff beneath it and the end upper cut her jaw. Her head flew back, and he hooked his staff behind hers. He wrenched it from her grasp and tossed it to the side of the ring. She fell back and hit the ground with a crack. He tried to slam the staff into her again, but she flipped her feet over her head, pushed up with her arms, and landed perfectly on her feet. She turned back to Mitonen and before she even had to say a word, another weapon was flying straight toward her. She caught the tonfa that he had thrown her. It was a straight bit of wood with a handle attached much like modern day police nightsticks. It was only about the length of her forearm, therefore could not give her much of an advantage over Bakura's staff. She needed another weapon paired with this one to do any damage, but Mito knew that she could not have another one since her staff was at the edge of the arena. He had merely grabbed the one that was closest to him without thinking. She would have to make her way over to the staff protecting herself as best she could with the small weapon.

Bakura laughed and landed his the end of his staff in the middle of her back before she could turn around. She screamed out as she felt the searing pain ripple up and down her spine. She pulled herself to her hands and knees shaking with the pain. She felt the side of his staff collide this time underneath her. She was lifted into the air once again. He threw her up and then smacked her down into the ground with a loud smash. She felt all the air rush out of her lungs from the force. She gasped for breath, and looked up, as Bakura was about to jam the end of his staff into her stomach. She flipped around as best she could onto her knees. His staff sunk three inches into the floor from the power behind the blow. He quickly and easily uprooted it from the ground and swung it over at her head. She had the tonfa held so that length of it followed down her forearm. She figured the added strength of her arm would help her. She held up her arm and his staff collided with the tonfa. She felt her skin sting with the energy that was behind the hit. She then jammed the short end of the tonfa into one of his knees, but as she landed the hit and heard him scream out, she felt his staff collide with the side of her face. She once again was thrown three feet to her left and almost completely out of the ring. She quickly got up and backed away from the edge. She was definitely not going to lose on a stupid ring-out. She could taste blood invading her mouth once again. It drained out of the side of her mouth and down her face. He slowly straightened up and limped toward her. This would give her slightly more of an advantage than she had before. She got into a stance ready for him to attack her.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet? Pity, little girl, I thought you were more intelligent than that," he snarled at her.

"You say that, but look at you. You can barely walk with your knee like that," she snapped back. She hated his taunting with the little girl routine.

"Simple wounds like this do not deter me, not when I have a goal to reach."

"And what goal might that be?"

He smiled at her nastily, "To challenge your precious Pharaoh, but we do not need to be worrying ourselves with things like that. There is a fight underway, and I'm not finished beating you around this ring yet."

He launched himself at her. He started to attack her from the right with his staff but she blocked it with the tonfa. Before she could turn, he easily flipped his staff around and attacked her from the left. She hit the ground and he quickly landed his staff directly on top of her. She had to get to her staff somehow. She could not compete with the tonfa by itself. She got up as quickly as she could and darted for the staff. He quickly ran in front of her and smashed his staff into her face.

"I don't think so!," he yelled out the staff collided.

She was thrown backward. Blood poured from her nose and mouth. She suddenly felt dizzy and was not sure if she could stand up straight without teetering back and forth. She heard his sinister laugh and she felt him grab a hold of her right ankle. It was then that it hit her. She felt herself being pulled into his mind and into a memory.

She stood in an alleyway that was dark and deserted. She no longer felt any pain, and no blood was draining down her face. She looked around curiously. If she was in Bakura's memory, then he had to be around there somewhere. It was then that she heard sobbing. She looked over to see a pile of what looked like scrap clothe among some other bits of trash start to tremble. She bent down to look at it closer when she saw a tear-filled eye staring through a hole in the shredded rags. It had to be Bakura, because she could feel his fear, grief, and confusion. Something was terribly wrong.

She walked out to the edge of the alleyway to be met by a sight she could not have conjured in her worst nightmares. It was the Kuruelna village of thieves, but something was terribly wrong with what met her eyes. It seemed that every inch of the village was covered in either a body part or a massive splash of blood. The people were not just killed; they were slaughtered. It was relatively quiet, but it was not a comforting silence. She then heard a faint noise come from behind a building to her right. Just as she felt the need to go investigate, a man riding a horse came bounding from behind it. He was dragging something along behind him. She looked closer to see it was a woman that was screaming. She looked hurt pretty badly from being drug along the ground so fiercely. A few men came riding up behind him as he came to a stop. She heard movement from behind her. She turned to see a small child version of Bakura walk out from underneath the rags of cloth. He was so small it was a wonder she even found him there, but now he was coming out with a face covered in tears and confusion. His beautiful white hair and his clothes were spattered with blood, but it did not look like his own. He looked unharmed except for the terror on his face.

He walked over to the corner of the building and just peeked out enough to see what was going on. He gasped in shock at the woman he saw on the ground.

"Mommy?," he barely whispered as his face contorted to keep a howl of sadness from escaping him.

The man now dismounted his horse and cut the white-haired woman loose. He grabbed what looked like a large club from his horse and started to laugh as walked up to her.

"What have you done with my son?!," she screamed as best she could, "What did you do to Bakura?!"

They merely laughed at her and one man said viciously, "He's probably dead just like you're gonna be. I'm almost positive I saw one of our men chasing a kid that looked a lot like you. There is not a doubt in my mind his body is probably hanging by its neck right now."

The woman let out a howl of misery, "I'm so sorry Bakura."

The little Bakura hidden behind the building started to emerge, "Mommy. . .," but he quickly stopped when the other men started to beat on her. He jumped back in horror. He watched on in terror as they slowly beat the woman to death. Bakura stifled back his screams as he watched with waterfalls of tears cascading down his cheeks.

"Let's retrieve the others and finish this. We'll clean up. The Pharaoh will not want to see this," the man said after stabbing the woman a few times to make sure she was dead. They all mounted their horses once again, and then left the dead woman in their rising dust.

Bakura slowly came from behind the building looking around to make sure the coast was clear. He then ran as fast as his legs could carry him over to his lifeless mother. Ateyda quickly followed him and approached the poor woman. Bakura knelt down and started to bawl. She was barely recognizable from all the blows to her face. He merely laid his head on her chest and screamed out his cries. After a while, he slowly stopped. He looked down at his mother, and all the feeling in his eyes was lost. Where a hurting child's face once was, an angry glare replaced it. He slowly got up and started to walk away from her. Ateyda instantly followed him.

He led her down a series of alleyways. The whole time she wondered where he was leading her. He finally came to a door what was well hidden. As she went down inside of it, she realized it was a secret passageway. It must have been the whole reason he was still alive and that no one found him. Everything around her started to fade, and she felt herself being pulled from his mind. She felt all the pains in her body come back. She looked down to see the adult Bakura still gripping her ankle just as he had before she had been pulled into his mind.

He lifted her into the air, and brought her down hard on the ground with her face smashing into the sandy floor. She cried out, and tried to raise her head to see where he would come from next. Her vision was a bit blurred and her face felt like it was swollen ten times its size. She turned on her back to see Bakura standing over her. He laughed and kicked her in the stomach. He did it with such power she was flung further away from her staff than she had been before. She coughed hard and felt another rush of blood come from her nose and mouth. She looked up slowly at the figure standing before her. Yami was being held back by Mahaado at the very edge of the ring with his eyes wide with worry.

"Ateyda. . ." he merely mouthed.

She merely gritted her teeth. She pushed herself to her feet and turned toward Bakura. He smiled while she glared back at him. She wiped away the blood from her face, and held up her tonfa with her other hand ready to attack.

"I was hoping you had some fight left in you," he said flipping his staff out in front of him as well.

"I will fight until I die if that is what I must do," she said disdainfully.

"Then let me help you fulfill that promise," he said charging at her again.

She stood ready. She watched his muscles as they rippled. She was watching what action they were going to take. She saw them contract to make a hit from the right to her head. With her senses coming back to her, she crouched under the attack at the last minute, and threw her leg up to kick him across the face. She had her hands on the ground, and her back to him as her leg collided with his face and she turned completely around in the attack. She stood up, but quickly flipped backward so that her feet caught his staff. With the strength of her entire body, she flung his staff completely out of the ring. Bakura quickly turned to his terrified sideliner who had a naginata in his hands ready. As he was reaching to catch it, Ateyda crashed down with all of her force on his head. He fell forward, but still managed to close his fingers around the naginata. As he tried to flip around, she jumped into the air and landed with her knees in his chest. He coughed and gasped for breath. She quickly got up, and ran toward her staff at the other end of the arena. Before she could even get there, she felt a horrible pain in her side. She stumbled and clutched her side. She then cut her fingers on the blade of the naginata that was soaring past her. She fell to her side as the fresh cut sent streams of blood rushing down her body. The wound was not enough to kill her, but she needed to have it looked at as soon as possible.

"Ateyda!," she heard her brother cry. She looked up at him, and he looked at a loss for words. She was very close to him, but she knew that if she threw him the tonfa in exchange for another weapon, it could mean the loss of the match and her life.

Bakura walked up in front of her and grabbed his naginata from the ground. She lay there with a small bit of blood staining the floor beneath her. The pain that was writhing in her side made it difficult for her to breath, and she was still trying to get up. She gritted her teeth and slowly pulled herself to her feet. Drops of blood softly spattered the ground as she stood to face him. He threw a small attack at her that she easily blocked, but it sent sharp, sickening pains all the way up to her throat.

"You thought you could get the best of me?," he said with a hiss. He was clearly very angry that she had been able to attack him while he was trying to retrieve another weapon. "I will finish you off nice and slow."

She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. By the looks of her condition now, she did not know if she would be able to survive any more of it, but she was not about to give up. He swung an end of the naginata at her. She blocked it, and tried to punch him back, but he retaliated and met her fist with the bladed end of the naginata. It sliced a good bit of her hand. She cried out and pulled her hand off of the blade. She had fallen victim to yet another handicap. She would not be able to use her left hand. She felt her hot blood start to drain from it also. It ran down her fingertips and started to mingle with the other blood from her side on the ground. She held her hand against her protectively while it throbbed in pain. His reflexes were amazing, and had been getting the best of her the whole match. She stood there with blood slowly draining from her nose, mouth, side, and now her hand. She saw her brother behind Bakura shaking his head in horror. She could not hear his shouts over the crowd's deafening cries, but she had an idea that he was begging her to stop.

While she had looked over at Mito, Bakura went for another attack. She reacted in an instant much to her surprise. She quickly jumped back away from the blade that already was stained with her blood. She could see bits of her flesh still sticking to it, and she felt a wave of sickness rove over her. He attacked her again with the blade. She blocked it with the tonfa, but he curved it around so the curved blade went around it and managed to bite into another piece of her flesh. She backed away from him holding her arm wondering if she would bleed to death before he got the chance to kill her. She stood waiting for his next attack trying to find a way to get at her staff again. It was her only chance to survive if there were any. He lifted himself up onto his naginata and side kicked her down before she could dodge it. She fell to the ground, and the ache in her side now increased as she felt the cut in her side tear even more.

She cried out and held her side. She shook with all the pain that was coursing through her. She did not know if she could pull herself to her feet. She felt his hand enclose around her throat. As he lifted her up, she gave him a few blows to the head, but he quickly caught her tonfa and threw it out of the ring. She tried to kick him, but he held her out far enough away from him that she could not come in contact. She saw his hand pull back, and she closed her eyes waiting for the impact. It hit her harder than she could have imagined. If she could have heard anything over the crowd, she would have sworn she heard the crack of her entire chest. She flew backwards and slid along the ground toward the edge of the ring. She rolled over onto her stomach coughing, and struggling for breath. She put her hands down to try and lift herself. She wondered why she would even try when she had no way to defend herself, but as she reached out to get a firm hold on the ground, she felt something underneath her fingertips. She looked up to see her staff right in front of her. A rush of joy swept over her. Even though she did not know if she could even stand, she felt she still had a chance. She heard Bakura coming up behind her. She flung around quickly and attacked the knee she had before. He cried out and clutched it tightly as he fell onto his other knee. This was her only chance if she wished to win this match. She kicked him in the face as she flipped onto her stomach. She lifted herself up, and spun around to crack her staff into his head. He flew sideways and she could see blood gush from the spot where she had hit him. It was now flowing down his face. Normally she would have kept attacking him until he fell down now that his senses were skewed as he tried to recover from the hit, but she felt the gash in her side pound with pain that made her wrench. She almost fell over as she gripped onto the hot, bloodied area. It was still giving off blood, and it had left a crimson river all the way down to her foot.

Bakura held his head where she had hit him. It seemed she had hit a vulnerable spot near his temple. She could see the red start to change the color of his eye as it slowly flowed into it and down his face. He tried to walk toward her, but his knee was basically broken and skewing off into an odd direction. He held up his naginata clearly telling her he was not giving up at all; not that she had expected him to. She flipped around her staff with a new form strength running through her.

Bakura swung the blade at Ateyda trying to slice across her stomach, but she blocked it with her staff. She caught the naginata underneath the blade with her staff, and with all her strength she yanked it from him by pulling it to the side of his broken knee. He tried to hold his weight on it to keep his naginata, but it gave way and he hit the ground. She threw the weapon out of the ring. Now there was now way he could fight her with a weapon of any kind.

"If you were a true fighter, you would throw that away," he said pointing at her staff and slowly getting to his feet.

"Can you not beat me with you bare hands?," she asked him in a nasty tone.

"You cannot beat me no matter what the circumstances are," he replied and lunged out. She ducked under his attack, but then felt the sting of the cut on her side. He managed to catch her off guard with the pain she felt, and he caught the side of her face with a left hook. He took the weapon away from her, and just as she did to his naginata, he threw her staff from the ring. Now they were both without a weapon.

Bakura kicked her in the stomach as she attempted to get to her feet. He grabbed a hold of her right arm, and twisted it behind her back. She cried out from the pain in her arm, and the pain it caused by threatening to tear at her side even more.

He pulled her very close and whispered into her ear, "You have no weapon. You are in much worse shape than I, and the only thing you can use against me I have pinned behind your back. You cannot kick me with that gash in your side, and you cannot punch me with your hand nearly severed. You are now under my control, and I have decided you need to die. The Pharaoh will want nothing more than to take up a challenge from the man who killed his Queen."

She had never felt hate like that before. It burned in her veins and threatened to kill her all in itself. She tightened her weak and blood drenched left fist, and turned her face toward him as much as she could.

"You have underestimated what I can do," she said calmly, "If I kill myself in taking you down, then that is fine with me, because I will not let you near the Pharaoh." She bent down as much as she could and bashed the back of her head into his face. Then, in a split second as he loosened his grip slightly, she flipped around and punched him as hard as she could directly in the nose with her left hand. He went flying back and hit the ground. She ran up on him as he tried to get up and kicked him down again. She jumped into the air and landed on his chest once again. He tried to lunge out and punch her, but she ducked under them, flipped behind him, and dropped kicked him in the back. Then she saw, just a few inches away, was the tonfa he had earlier discarded. She grabbed it, and started to bash his head as fast as she could. She hit him with a left, then right, then left again until he completely collapsed on the ground unconscious.

She stood and looked at his form on the ground. She felt sorry for the pain he had endured at such a young age, but she did not pity the thing he chose to become. The crowd's roaring was deafening, and she felt like she was going to collapse at any moment. She barely heard Priest Mahaado declaring her the winner. Her brother and Yami both rushed over to her as the crowd cheered on. They led her into the lavatory as she tried to walk as best she could. When she was finally out of sight of the entire arena and kingdom, she fell to the ground and completely passed out.

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