A/N Still don't own the cards or Kaiba, but he would look good in my bed stop oh I did not just say that out loud stop ack,I pulled a Kaiba.
Okay, all silliness aside, this chapter will not answer your questions about what Kaiba's response was…it will however, give you more ideas about the plot. Mwhahaha…The pharaoh lives another chapter.
Pharaoh: "as if there was any doubt"
Something slithered in the dimness, hissing and laughing to itself as it watched the darkness take another soul.
"Fool's, feed my darkness until it has enough power that no one can defeat me."
The resulting laughter caused the trapped souls to shiver in their cells. Their energy flickering and fading as their life was slowly devoured by the darkness. The stronger the player, the more energy they fed to the darkness. The sweater their fear tasted upon his withered lips. He pulled the mirror to him and peered at the passing scenes until one flashed by that caused him to hiss in anger. Another night had come and gone and the two strongest players and those near them had failed to fall to darkness of the game or mind.
"Fool, you said you would make sure they fell. Then why do they still walk in the light with their memories intact."
"They were stronger than I had thought." A shadow detached from the wall and caressed the mirror, fingers lingering over a longhaired elf of a woman stroking a dragon's neck.
"Bring them to the darkness before they discover their strength and me." He hissed.
The shadow shrugged. "The Pharaoh and Magician already know their strength, they just haven't figured out that one can be two and two can be one in the game."
The hissing increased as he watched the Pharaoh stop in front of the Pitch Black Dragon and speak. He froze the mirror and pointed at the girl the shadow's finger had lingered on. "If you bring me their souls, I will give you the flute of summoning dragons. She is what you desire is she not."
The shadow caressed the mirror one last time and turned toward the master of the darkness. "Now you have my full attention."
The master's smile was as vile as he was. The souls shivered and wailed in fear.
"If you take her from them, they will follow. If you cast them into darkness, she can be yours."
The shadow inclined his head in acknowledgement. "So let it be. She will be mine before twilight's last fingers leave this land and your darkness will be complete."
The master nodded and turned toward the mirror. The fools swirled away he was unconcerned now. The shadow would deliver or the shadow would die.
A/N And depending on how much I manage to write this weekend on my medieval paper, I may update next week by Wednesday. Finals week, gotta love it.