Amani Hershel: Sorry it took so long ;

The morning peaked through the hills and over the mountainous region of Japan. A stir and flash of russet was the sign of the young warrior awakening from his rest. Today they were to scout the woods for these new fighters. He prayed blood would be spilt in order to save his own troops from blood shed. Fighting could only end in the death of the other trying to fight. He walked to his small trunk placing on his outfit for that day tying his hair back tightly. He exited the room coming to the small table where a man, his father ate quietly. Ryou sitting their silently making rice balls hearing his brother making his way down he reached over to pour the tea and place a rice ball to his plate.

"Good morning brother." His voice was near whisper, a silent thanks to no longer be alone with his father. Bakura gave a nod and a bow to his father before beginning to eat. "You'll need to eat plenty today, you'll need the energy I offer you my blessing dear brother." Bakura nodded before taking his sword and reattaching it. He walked from the table to the door staring for a moment at the rising sun before making his way to the bridge at the town's limits. The elder man closed his eyes as he finished the meal.

"Leave me." Ryou nodded being silent as he walked down the hall to gather the carious flower arrangements sitting outside to attempt to sell them, although it was obvious that in times of war families would not have such money to splurge upon useless things, but it was all that he knew to do.

Within the line of young soldiers they were briefed on info they all knew Bakura and three other boys Otogi, Malik, and Noah. Why was he always the one to be dragged down with the less experienced? They walked through the woods finding nothing and soon after an hour had passed all came back to explain that nothing had been found. All left disheartidly although plenty happy to have their money pouches a bit heavier. Though throughout the peaceful morning about noon chaos was soon to take over the temporary peace. Bakura came from the local dojo and to the scene seeing one of his comrades Otogi Ryuuji sprawled out within the most complex puzzle of distorted limbs. To the forehead of the now dead youth a small throwing dagger held a slip of parchment. One of the older guards kneeled lifting it.

"Yume." He held it up and sure enough the character for 'dream' had been painted upon it nothing more and nothing less leaving a wave of chatter to fall over the small group from the strange message. Ryou sat out upon the edge of the home starting to feel a bit disheartened he had heard someone speak of a young fighter injured which brought worry over him. A tanned man looking about eighteen or so approached the pale boy.

"You really have a talent there." The stranger observed he was dressed with a pair of sandals as were the majority of people, and simple cotton pants his chest was slimed yet obviously built a purple vest opened his eyes and head hidden by the large sun hat he wore. Ryou looked up to the man although he could not see him. He gave a polite bow.

"Thank you very much." He offered a slight smile since many in the village found the young 'girl' strange they rarely approached Ryou. The stranger dug about his satchel before pulling out a small amount of yen.

"Is this enough?" Ryou felt a bit embarrassed to have to reach out to the strangers hand and feel over the writing to check the amount having it be double of what he were to ask for in the norm.

"No, no that is too much." Ryou assured. This gained an amused laughter from the other it was a bit high to be a male's but the firmness of his hands was enough to confirm the stranger was male even though the skin had felt like that of silk.

"I insist it is not for as much work as you seem to have put in." The tanned skin male placed the currency within Ryou's hand taking on of the lilly arrangements. Ryou smiled giving a low bow.

"I thank you greatly, I hate to bother you but I heard quiet a noise coming from the center town what has happened?" He asked now having someone to explain and also to make sure his brother was all right.

"A young man was killed the sign of 'dream' was left by him quiet odd, I believe they said his name was Otogi." Ryou let out a sign of relief although feeling quilt from being relived by the passing of another and offered a silent prayer to the passing of the soul, although was not denying that he was glad it had not been his brother within the hands of death instead. "Are you alright miss?" Ryou would not say anything to the gender reference, but simply shook his head giving thanks.

"I feared my brother Bakura had been injured I am happy to know it was not him who was killed." The man stood.

"I hope to see you again Genko Ryou." Spoke the voice before merging within the street of people giving Ryou a bit of worry that the other had known his name, he did not seem familiar having been the small town it was everyone knew everyone, and if he knew his name that was sure to imply his true gender as well.

Marik entered Seto's chamber that lie in the middle of the maze of small homes within the base.

"You were being careless Marik you can not slip up like that or you will only cause more problems." The darker skinned male gave a shrug.

"Oh. Oh but Seto it is so fun to see them squirm what is the point if there is no fear? We must awake this from this dream they are constantly dreaming." Seto said nothing for a moment.

" I do not care how you see fit to have them you are working for me and I am taking it you have down something to plan for tonight correct?" The head of the unit said a bit irritated.

"Oh but of course Malik is already on it I plan on meeting him tonight." The other explained.

"You best not fail me Marik."

TBC. .

Amani Hershel: I was not going to even attempt to pretend I knew how to calculate yen sorry I got a bit sloppy towards the end I am tired and it is three in the morning and I wanted to go ahead and get this out to you guys before I erase it and start rewriting the chapter like I have done about three times