Heya folks and once again thanks for the reviews! Well, having some spare time I have the next chapter up and running. Which reminds me, do any of you know how to italicize the text? Cause I'm trying to use the codes but they're not working. If anyone can help me on this I'll really appreciate it. Well, here's the next part!

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Snuggled up close in his large bed, High Priest Seto smiled. Asha was wrapped up securely in his strong arms, enjoying the warmth the fierce embrace exuded. She always felt safe when Seto held her. Both were just relaxing, basking in the aftermath of their most recent lovemaking session that had left both of them breathless. Asha's head was swimming as Seto beamed contently.

It had been a little over three months now that Asha has been at the palace. On the very first day their, the day of the selection before she met Seto, she would have done anything to go home but now she felt content to stay forever. Contrary to popular belief, once you get to know Seto, he's an actually great, sweet guy, in a wicked humour sort of sense.

Asha blushed slightly as at that train of thought. Yes... that was also very nice... Seto, sensing what Asha was thinking, let out a chuckle.

"What?" Asha asked as she turned to him, giving out a glare. Seto smirked at it. He was starting to rub off on her a little. And the way she glared... oh was it one of the few things that turned Seto on...

"I was just thinking" Seto said as he chuckled throatily, bringing his lips to Asha's forehead. He couldn't be tempted with kissing her delicious little mouth. He was completely drained of energy, something that no other lover had actually come close to even accomplishing.

Asha laughed as the High Piest's lips brushed against her skin.

"You tickle" she giggled softly as she slid out of his arms, instantly missing the warmth. Seto, however, just wouldn't have that as he pulled Asha back, holding her tightly.

"You stay" he stated simply as Asha pouted. "You're too comfortable to let go." And Seto was being perfectly honest. Asha fit perfectly in his arms and he had every intention of keeping her there as long as he could. They fit together wonderfully, like a puzzle.

Asha protested weakly, her heart not really in it, as she snuggled into Seto's torso. The High Priest mentally sighed as he gently laid his head on Asha's, shutting his eyes. As much as he loved sleeping with Asha, holding her afterward was definitely becoming one of the things that kept his world in orbit. It was just below breathing…

And not only was life with Seto's warming heart doing good, but life inside the palace was doing wonderfully too. Everyone on the staff practically adored the young girl. She was just like this big energy of light that brightened up every room.

And since Asha was practically always with her, there had been a noticeable change with the High Priest. He occasionally smiled and his dark, nasty temper was nearly erradicated.

And the people of Amenhenka realised this too. When people were brought before them Seto judge them fairly and those that were left free worked four times as hard. Life was becoming fairly enjoyable in the large city now.

Once, when Seto was giving a tour of the palace to Asha and passed into the throne room, Yami and Teana, who were there, went up to him and Asha.

"Well Seto... congratulations..." the young Pharaoh said as he clapped Seto on the back. Seto smiled.

"Why thank you Yami" he replied.

"I'm glad to know that you're one of us... it tugs at my heartstrings you know? Before you were a heartless nobody (at this Asha and Teana giggled madly) but now you are a sweet, loving soul" Yami said as he put on a little dramatic effect. Seto sighed and covered his face where as the girls kept laughing.

"Thanks a lot Yami...now my lover here will never shut up" Seto said, but in a friendly tone. This made Asha stop laughing and she bowed slightly.

"Oh I'm sorry my lord. If you do not like my obssessive noisyness I shall leave you in peace"she said and started to walk away.

Yami and Teana were trying to surpress sniggers and as for Seto, he was silent for a moment when it finally clicked in.

"HEY! Get back here!" he called as he started to chase her around the room.

"Run Asha! Run for your life! If he catches you it'll be unbearable!" Yami called after the fleeing girl.

"I know! That's why I'm running!" she replied.

But soon enough the High Priest caught her in his arms and gave her one of his deep, searing kisses in which Yami and Teana beamed at them both. It was really wonderful to see the High Priest, once a coldhearted man now become filled with true emotions now that he has found someone.

And just to think, all this good fortune came from one girl with a brilliant smile and shimmering eyes.

A little later Marlena came in the chambers to give both Seto and Asha their breakfast, urging Seto to eat though he insisted that he had his meal right there already and kissed Asha.

Marlena loved the girl to bits. Ever since her arrival, the palace was an ever greater place to live in. And now that the High Priest was pretty much done from his tempermenting days, once couldn't ask for anything more.

Once done eating, both Seto and Asha got dressed and they both headed to the throne room for the day's agenda. Yami was already there with Teana and both smiled as Seto and Asha took their seats with Asha sitting in Seto's lap. The High Council regarded Asha slightly. Compared to Teana, Asha was still a slave though Seto never treated her as one, but slaves weren't aven allowed near the throne room, let alone in it.

But Yami, Teana and Goleo, being the only ones that didn't mind, listened to what the High Council was speaking about. Most of the information was trivial and dull but then Goleo started talking about a rare disease that was rocking along Egypt. The people who were infected felt like they were burning from the inside out, and they were shaking an hivering with fever before they slowly went mad. All the infected people were killed and dumped into a remote tomb for quarantine.

Asha was shaking at the thought. Even though she was safe in the palace and away from the disease... her family and friends weren't...

Once the meeting was dismissed and both Seto and Asha headed to where Seto meets his other priests, he could see the girl shaking.

"What is it?" he asked worridly, stopping their walk to look her in the eyes.

"My family..." was what she replied. She hasn't seen them for months... who knew if they were hurt or even worse... dead... and her poor old grandmother was in no condition to fight this new illness.

It then occured to Seto that he knew practically nothing about Asha. Practically nothing at all. As he held Asha he could feel tears hit against his chest. He hated it when she cried.

It hit Seto like a tone of concrete. Did he care about Asha? He looked down at the bundle in his arms, still sobbing gently. He gently cupped her face, willing her to look at himself. When he saw the familiar glow of the of her mixed eyes, he smiled, the only true rare smile that Asha was allowed to see as he kissed a freshly falling tear. Did he care about this girl? This light that brightened up his dark, tormenting life? The answer was simple.

By Ra... I do...

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Not knowing what to do except the fact that he wanted to help his loved one, he went to Marlena, the only one who truly understood him when he was a child till now. She had raised Seto when his father died in battle and his mother after giving birth.

He knocked on her chamber doors and she answered.

"Yes Seto?" she asked. When Seto didn't respond for a while due to the fact he didn't know how to start Marlena finally got it. "Let me guess, does this conversation have something todo with the cute little plaything locked up in your room?"

Seto nearly choked at how clearly she could read his thoughts. It was like she was the reader and he was a book.

"Marlena, I don't know what's wrong with me" he began, deciding it best to let everything out. "I hardly know her but whenever she's near me, I feel different. She makes me feel stronger than I know I am. I don't want anything to hurt her and I feel like murdering all those that speak to her… I want her all to myself, but there's always this urge to throw her away from me… she confuses me Marlena. And… and I care about her," he muttered the words, not wanting to believe them. "How could I have let this situation get so far out of hand? I can't care about her, I can't want him the way I do!" Seto was pacing as he spoke, his words accentuated by swift hand gestures. He only used his hands when he was frustrated or confused. In this case, he was both. Marlena chuckled at his rant and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"You're an idiot you know. Asking her about her personal life would be just as effective as trying to guess" the elderly lady tisked. Her hands found their way to her hips; the telltale gesture of her disappointment.

Seto looked down at the marble floor. The only reason he tolerated her intrusions and snide remarks was because he loved this woman like the mother he never had. She was the only one that could cut straight through his thoughts and see him clearly.

But Seto, on the other hand, really didn't want that. The one thing Seto refused to do was beg, and his eyes, asking for something was showing a weakness. Noticing the stubborn High Priest wouldn't do as he truly wanted, Marlena sighed deeply, gathering the boy in her arms.

"You're such a child sometimes Seto," her words were emphasized as she looked him straight in his blue sapphire eyes. "I know you want to understand her. Start by getting to know her. I can tell you're curious, don't bother trying to deny it. And by Ra Seto, for once in your miserable life, don't run away from what you feel. Let it happen. Take a chance, for Ra's sake, let yourself care for him."

"I don't need her" Seto hissed through clenched teeth. If that's what he believed, then why did his heart just wrench so fiercely? Why does everytime he think she's nothing to him his mind screams at him that she isn't?

"Seto, you don't know what you need. You never have," she sighed quietly. "But if that's what you truly feel, then here."

She handed him a simple coin, a picture of the Temple of Ra on one side and a blank face on the other.

"If you don't need her, then flip this coin. Heads, she stays, tails she goes. You flip once. If you find yourself re-flipping, then you'll know how you truly feel."

She pushed him in the direction of his room, coin and advice in hand. There was no use arguing with her. She always got what she wanted. Seto found it hilarious that one of the most respected people in all of Amenhenka bowed down to an elderly lady that had been his nanny since birth.

He stopped outside his door as her words began to sink in. He clutched at the coin tightly, debating on whether or not he would in fact toss it up. After what seemed like hours, he growled, disgusted at how idiotic he was being, as he tucked the coin away safely. He told himself it was because the concept was foolish, but not even he believed that. He just didn't want to come to terms over what the potential outcome would bring.

There was always that possibility he would have to re-flip. He didn't want to have to face this yet… in his heart, he knew how he felt. He would just rather die a thousand deaths before he admitted the young, mixed-eyed girl in his bedroom was his one and only weakness in all his life.

Gently pushing open his door, as to not disturb anything Asha might have been doing, he stepped in. No one was there. A sudden panic swelled in Seto's stomach as he darted in, his sapphire eyes skimming everything quickly and desperastely.

No… no one would be stupid enough as to come into my own house and take her… no one… Seto found himself thinking as he looked in the large bathing chamber that was directly across from his bed.

Asha wasn't there.

He took a moment to inhale, finding himself feeling sick. He blindly stumbled over to his bed, falling on it ungracefully. Asha wasn't allowed out of his room, she knew that… she wouldn't break his rule… she swore she wouldn't...so where was she?!

Almost as if on cue, he heard a familiar laugh. His head bolted up, his heart pounding a little faster.

That's Asha's voice… and it had come from outside.

Making his way to the large window, he did indeed see Asha outside. She was four stories below him, holding onto a tall, pointy haired brunette boy in a grey robe. The boy was merrily as he held onto Asha warmly. As for Seto's chosen, she was smiling more brightly than Seto had ever seen in the few months he had been with her.

Who is that?

He watched them curiously, resting his body comfortably against the window as he stared at Asha. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride come over him as he gazed at the stunning girl.

She's all mine, he thought hungrily, smiling to himself. He was very appreciative of Asha and he showed her in more than one way just how important she was to him.

It occured to him, how that before Asha, the thought of being with the same lover twice disgusted him. He had always assumed it would be the same thing, always repetitive and dull. Now, he couldn't stop touching Asha. With her, it was always something new, always different yet so familiar. Seto loved it.

The feelings that arose within him were more than pleasant. They were incredible. Only Asha could make him feel alive yet so close to death at the same time. A recognizable and always welcome warmth began to spread through Seto at the though of his younger lover. He closed his eyes, emitting a small groan as his desire began to mount.

The last few months with Asha had been sheer, wonderful bliss. Cascades of new feelings began to seep into his once frigid body as he remembered all the time they had spent together. Though, what scared the High Priest tremendously was, he could derive the exact same amount of pleasure from simply holding Asha close as he did while he was sleeping with her.

She's changing you, a small voice in his head snapped bitterly. She's making you weaker…she'll make you become weak and pathetic...

And for once in his life, Seto didn't care.

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"Asha!" the tall pointy haired brunette boy cried and laughed at the same time, hugging his friend tightly. "Oh, I've missed you so much!"

"Tris! How have you been? How's Serena, Nileoi and Jono?" she said the last name with a hint more emotion than the rest, mentally smiling.

The young seventeen year old boy was elated. He was almost crying, she could barely see, but for the life of her, she wouldn't let go of her friend that held her.

"We're all great. Nileoi is doing wonderful and Jono is driving Serena crazy even though they're brother and sister. She's even threatened to hurt Jono several times if he doesn't stop being so annoying" he laughed fondly at the memory.

Asha found herself smiling as tears trickled down her cheeks.

"How's my grandmother Hikana doing?" she asked.

"Jono would be the better person to ask. He stays there a lot now that you're not there. But she hasn't gotten any worse if that helps any."

Asha sighed in relief, once again grasping onto her friend tightly.

"Tris, listen closely. I have to get back inside now before Seto realises I'm missing, but I want you to tell everyone that I love them all and that I'm all right."

The boy nodded vigorously as he turned around to go run off. But he stopped, turning back as he kissed her cheek twice.

"One of those was from me. The other was from Jono," he beamed as he sped off.

Asha stood there shocked for a minute, her slender fingers resting on her cheek as a slow smile crept its way onto her face. She could have floated back up to Seto's room for she was so overjoyed. Yet, taking the semi-safer route, she began her ascent. Because of her height and weight, she had always been a very good climber. There was a tremendous amount of overgrowth on the side of the castle that made the ideal climbing material.

As she rose himself into the high window, she jumped over the ledge, brushing some of the dirt off her. She glanced around.

Good, he isn't back-

"Enjoy yourself?" Seto spoke lightly, his voice betraying his emotions.

"Seto!" Asha gasped, wheeling around. Her eyes were wide with fear. They stared at each other for several minutes before Asha gulped nervously.

As Seto began to speak, the Millennium Rod which he held in his hand started glowing treacherously as he approached Asha, the room starting to become dark even though there was sunshine pouring in. The young girl backed up slowly.

"A very handsome boy, who was he?" he asked, continuing his journey to Asha, regal and proud... and also scary.

He circled her slowly, taking a few deep breaths so he didn't overreact. He was sure Asha would be able to explain why she had disobeyed him and not only left his room, but the palace as well. Asha cast her eyes downward, body shaking and exhaling loudly.

"He's Tris… one of my best friends that I use to live with. He had snuck in and had come to see me. He was worried sick about me."

Seto visibly relaxed and the Rod stopped glowing and the darkness in the room lifted. Out of sight, he wrapped his arms around Asha as he pulled her close.

"Why didn't you ask if he could come in? I would have liked to meet him". Asha smiled weakly, her pulse racing.

"I'm sorry Seto, I didn't know how you'd react to him. I just wanted to see him so… so…"

"Desperately?" Seto finished for her again. Asha nodded.

"I love him to pieces and it was so nice being able to see him again."

"How would you like to be able to see your entire family again?" Seto suddenly spoke before he could really stop to think. He wanted Asha happy and if seeing her family made her happy, then so be it. Asha choked slightly, a half laugh and a half sob.

"I don't have a family Asha. I have my grandmother and friends," Asha could almost hear the question Seto was going to ask, so she beat him to it. "Both my parents and grandfather died a really long time ago when I was just a baby, from some awful disease that was running through Egypt. My grandmother has been raising me for the last sixteen years."

Seto wasn't sure what shocked him the most. The fact that the little light he held had no immediate family, or that she was sixteen… His voice sounded raw as he spoke, he winced as the words came out.

"Then, I think a reunion is in order. Would you like that?"

Asha was trembling as Seto spoke to him.

Please don't be lying… please don't be lying… she mentally shouted at the High Priest.

"I mean it Asha" Seto whispered. Asha didn't reply as she turned around, assaulting Seto with her lips. She hadn't realized, but she was crying so ferociously, that he could barely see anything. She clung to Seto tightly, whispering thankses over and over and over.

Taking the young woman into his arms, the High Priest lead her over to his bed as he laid her down softly, taking his place beside her as he wrapped his arms around her.

So be it, Seto proclaimed mentally. He would make sure to inform his guards to go and find Asha's friends and grandfather, bringing them here for a day or so. It would be all worth it to see Asha that happy.

"Thank you Seto," Asha murmured, shakily snaking her arms around Seto's strong body. "Thank you…"

Did he care about his girl? There was no denying it. Yes, he did. Would he sacrifice everything in his power for her? Yes. Did he want her happy? Yes.

I'd give you the world if you wanted it Asha… Seto thought as he shut his eyes, conforming to Asha's body.

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In an indirect way, he flipped that coin. He decided that his happiness would rest in fate's hands. It would rest on a game; a simple game that took only two seconds to play. His future happiness, or misery, all rested on that one silver piece that his nanny had given him.

And as that token fell into his hand, Seto clutched it in his fist. Now all that was left would be to open his palm and see what his future held.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't lose Asha. It was as simple as that. He cared for her in a way he had never cared for anyone else. His feelings cut deep; like a stinging pain, the pain that cuts a straight line through the heart.

Seto threw the coin against a wall. He was going to keep Asha. Fate, destiny, life be damned. With Asha's light in his life, Seto was freed from a dark place, his soul. He was going to keep the child for as long as he could. In a way, Asha protected him. Kept him safe. Without her, he would surely fall back into the sadistic, wicked creature he had been so long ago.

My Light... my happiness, he chuckled to himself the next day as he woke early, satisfied with watching Asha as she slept. She resembled an angel in her sleep; so innocent and pure.

Silk blankets were hugging her small frame, rising and falling with the rhythmic breaths her chest emitted. Her hair was scattered across the sheets, the morning sun highlighting pale blue streaks in her long black hair. He had realized a while ago, that the darkened section of Asha's hair washed out easily, as opposed to the strips of pale blue that stained her bangs.

Seto actually preferred Asha's hair black. He had never seen a person with naturally long black hair with some blue highlights before. Then again, he had never seen anyone with his particular eye color before either.

Hesitantly, he made his way out of bed, dressing quickly as he collected a few of his guards. He was going to go and find Asha's friends. It had been a little over a week since he and Asha had talked about it and he had every intention of making his promise a reality.

It had taken him the greater part of the day to find the little house where Asha's grandmother lived lived. The only way he was able to find it was grace, a little help from his dark powers and the fact he had seen the young bronzed brunette Asha was with outside, talking to a young red haired boy.

The older boy had a rare haircut, though it suited his handsome face nicely. He noticed them first, instinctively stepping in front of the younger boy, who's hair was slightly messy.

"We mean no harm. We're here to collect you all" Seto said, smiling to himself.

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"Seto, where are you taking me?" Asha inquired as she kissed at Seto's hands, laughing and coughing softly at the reaction the High Priest gave her. The High Priest was covering her eyes and was doing a pitiful job at it.

"If you keep kissing me I'm going to resort to the cloth blindfold Asha," he told her simply. He could feel Asha pout against his skin. Lightly pecking her once more, Seto brought her into the huge throne room that now served as a dinning hall. Tris, Nileoi and Serena, a young long brown and red haired girl were all waiting excitedly as their friend arrived.

As soon as Seto lifted his hands, Asha was assaulted with hugs. Tris being the quickest grabbed his friend, holding her up as he hugged her tightly.

"Tris!" Asha cried happily, holding the brunette tightly.

"Asha!" both Nileoi and Serena cheered happily as they hugged her. Seto had never seen Asha smile so brilliantly.

This was all worth it, he inwardly grinned. He was more than a little surprised when Asha flung herself at him, almost squeezing him to death.

"Thank you Seto!" she squealed as she quickly kissed his cheek. Seto smiled at her. He was rather disappointed that Asha's grandmother and best friend Jono couldn't make it, but according to Tris, the elderly woman was in quarantine, Jono staying by her side.

"Enjoy yourself my Light" he spoke silently, wiping away a tear of joy that had fallen from Asha's shimmering eyes. "I'll leave you to your friends."

"You're not staying?" Asha sounded disappointed. "I want everyone to meet…"

"It's all right, we got to know each other on the way over here. I want you to have fun."

"I want you to stay though" Asha told him, eyes begging. "Please, I promise you'll like them! They're really kind and…"

"Shush my Light" Seto silenced her as he placed his finger on her lips. "If you want me here, then I'll stay. But I'm sorry I couldn't get your grandmother and Jono".

"No, it's all right Seto, you gave me the best present tonight, thank you". Asha hugged him again; shutting her eyes as he mentally thanked him over and over.

"Only because you're my greatest present" Seto gently leaned down and kissed Asha tenderly, breaking away quickly as he smiled.

Serena looked over at the duo, sighing happily as she noticed the expression on both their faces. Seto was absolutely crazy about Asha and the High Priest had every single right to be. Asha was a terrific person.

Though, she was thankful that Jono wasn't there. If the gorgeous blonde haired boy had seen that, he would have probably torn off Seto's arm.

"You see it too don't you?" a new voice filled the air as Serena spun around. She was greeted with an elderly lady smiling down on her, her aged face showing nothing less than wisdom and love.

"Yes, High Priest Seto seems to care a great deal for my friend".

"Oh, I think it runs a lot deeper than that child" she whispered only so she could hear. Serena giggled as she looked over, now seeing what the lady was talking about. But a dark thought entered her mind as she frown.

"That's what I'm worried about. See, Jono and Asha… well… they're, close…" she mumbled, making sure no one heard.

"Oh dear," the old woman murmured.

* * *

Asha was a living ball of energy as she and Seto walked back up to their room after Tris, Serena and Nileoi had left. Yami and Teana arrived a little later and the friends embraced Teana too, for Tris, Nileoi and Serena knew her very well. It was the greatest day in Asha's entire life.

She was so jubilant, that as soon as Seto had shut the door, she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him as she kissed the High Priest passionately. Propelling Seto to the bed, she kissed him madly, sending little jolts of contentment through the High Priest at each peck.

"I can't thank you enough" Asha began as she beamed, flashing her beautiful smile. "But I sure as hell will try."

Seto was shocked at the dangerously sensual tone Asha had adopted, but was more than willing to go along with whatever the younger girl wanted.

It was early the next morning when Asha had finally finished thanking Seto. The sex was absolutely mind-blowing. A truly religious experience. Seto have never in his life felt anything so nearly spiritual but so sensual all at the same time. He could barely breath when they tore away from each other, gasping loudly as the pleasure haze remained.

Asha was already curled up into Seto's side as the older boy hugged her, their usual routine. Seto still couldn't get enough air into his lungs, even though he was breathing normally. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he thought he was going to die. Something was rippling through his flesh as Asha snuggled in closer, sighing happily.

All the colour around Seto seemed to wrinkle, bleeding and seeping into each other as his heart still stayed at that same maddening pace.

She's mine… Seto exhaled, his mind completely set. I'm going to keep her forever.

If only fate thought along the same lines as him.

See, fate has a twisted sense of humor. One of the most ruthless and cruel men in all of Egypt suddenly found someone that turned his world upside down and inside out. He changed for the better and made life more bearable for all those around him. But as punishment for his heinous past actions, the one he cared about would never be his.

For you see, if Seto would have looked at the coin, he would have seen that it had landed on tails and he would have been forced to flip again.

* * *

One day as Yami, Seto, Asha and Teana were having lunch in the throne room, chatting merrily and what not the door suddenly burst open, startling everyone.

"Brother!" a loud voice roared, filling the room with the deafening sound.

"Devlin!" both Yami and Seto cheered as their eyes went wide and smiles broke out on their faces. They lightly placed their loved ones down as they both ran over to their friend, each one hugging him tightly.

"Ignoring us, why Yami, Seto, wherever are your manners?" a handsome pale haired blonde chuckled as he slipped into the room with an equally handsome white haired man behind him.

Asha was amazed. She was staring at five of the most powerful people in all of Egypt and she was alive to tell about it. Devlin was the Emperor of East of Egypt, Bakura the Emperor of the West and Malik the Emperor of the South. Yami was obviously the High Priest that ruled basically al of Egypt though he resided in the North with Seto.

"Malik, Bakura!" Yami and Seto both gasped, not expecting this. "Why are you all here?"

"Is that all we get after travelling for weeks to get to you? A, what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here? Yami, I expected better!" Bakura laughed as he hugged the Pharaoh and then the High Priest. Malik joined seconds after Bakura had left.

Asha couldn't help but be impressed. Each of the men standing before him, were absolutely gorgeous. Though, Jono would now and forever always be the most handsome man her bright red, black and blue eyes had ever rested upon. Though, Seto kept looking better and better everyday.

"We needed a place to rest for a while. There's a nasty little plague in our lands and we thought it would be a good time to take a small vacation" Devlin yawned as his sharp green eyes skimmed the elegantly decorated room. His long black hair was held up by some silk cloth and he wore black and green robes. Almost immediately his gaze fell upon the young girl, his mouth watering hungrily. A small smirk crossed his beautiful mouth as his eyes wandered back to Yami.

"Hope you don't mind".

"Nonsense! My house is your house. Feel free to use anything you like," Yami assured his friends. Devlin smiled happily.

"Excellent," with a wave of his hand, Asha was suddenly wrapped up in his muscular arms. "I'd like to use this for a while…"

Before the Emperor could even blink, Seto had ripped the young gril from his arms, holding her possessively to his chest, glaring at Devlin. Yami could understand this and looked at the other Emperors.

"Let me clarify for my High Priest has reminded me. You may use anything in the palace, except for our personal things," Yami said, nodding to Teana and Asha. None of you are to touch them…Do I make myself clear? he then stated telepathically so the two girls would not hear.

Crystal Pharaoh, Malik and Bakura muttered as Devlin sighed.

Pity really. She is quite attractive.

"I know" Seto spoke aloud, puzzling Asha who was still in his grasp. She immediately knew she didn't like Devlin. There was just something about the dark Emperor that petrified Asha… it amazed her that even though these five were so much alike, yet Seto seemed so radically different in so many ways... and for Teana, Yami seemed different too.

"Anyway, we all better get settled in. I'm rather tired" Bakura stated as he turned, Malik following. Devlin stayed a moment longer, his piercing eyes still locked on the beautiful slave in Seto's arms.

I will have you little one…mark my words, I will... he decided as he smiled forcefully, slamming the door as he left.