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She sat up, her body drenched in a thin layer of sweat. She brought her hand up and found blood on her claws. Whatever that dream was, she'd hurt someone. Slowly she brought the digits up to her mouth and licked off the blood. 'Kaiba's blood . . . wait, how do I know that?' she was confused, but she jumped from the tree anyways. Walking away from her dream, and the thoughts that had arisen because of it, she wandered into a clearing. A duel box stood in the center, one of the things Kaiba had created and her brother had taken the liberty of amping it up, if she were forgiven the use of such a phrase. Mutou was just exiting the box, a ventriloquist was whining in the center and she felt a strange urge to end his suffering by slitting his throat and draining him dry.
A chill ran up her spine as she saw what lay at the ventriloquist's feet. It was a doll, modeled after Kaiba. She decided to act out her earlier thought. Only thing is, she dragged the ventriloquist into the forest before acting. She licked the blood off her hand and bottled the rest. She slipped the bottle into her bag and then walked out.
The group stood, backs ramrod straight, and eyed her warily. She just walked over to Mutou. Her eyes flicked back to the box before she spoke.
"What happened?" the others relaxed, but Mutou didn't. He seemed unwilling to trust someone of the Pegasus name.
"I dueled a fake who held Kaiba's deck." He cast his gaze towards the box, "I . . ." his voice faltered as he saw the box empty. "It seems that the ventriloquist has disappeared, but that is no matter. Have you come to try and disqualify us as well?"
"Look, my brother is a sneaky ass, and I'm not siding with him on this matter. Besides, I'm only here to watch." She let her tongue run over her lips, "So, you need any kind of help here? Anything I can do?"
"Why would you help us?"
"Because my brother is a lowlife who can't carry his own weight and I'm tired of him depending on me? Is that a good enough reason for you?"
"Yes. But, and I don't mean any disrespect, why would a Pegasus betray the company I2? Is there dissention between . . ."
"Dissention between me and my brother right? No, we aren't fighting. I'm just repulsed by his lack of showmanship and fair play. It's as simple as that. Besides, my brother 'ain't gonna' make it out of this tournament any saner." The others just looked at her, shocked at her words. She took their silence as an answer. "Look, if you don't want my help fine. But I'll make sure, somehow, that my brother doesn't screw up your chances of getting into the castle."
She walked off, letting her words hang in the air, and not caring much if they followed. She had other things to do. She had to find Kaiba. She knew he'd show up somehow. Her vision clouded because of the sudden darkness of the trees, but she kept on. These forests were as well known to her as the back streets in the Domino slums.
Her thoughts traveled back again, to the sudden show of compassion from Kaiba. 'That couldn't have been a dream. There's no way. I remember it too clearly.' She shook her head and lit in a tree as she heard more amateur duelists approach. That would be the last thing she needed, duelists to come and approach her.
She hated Duel Monsters with a passion. She hated it because her brother used many of Cecilia's drawings as cards for the kinder type of monsters. She hated him for that. She hated Duel Monsters for that. She hated everyone who was even associated with Duel Monsters because of it. she assured herself of this, though meeting Mutou had cast in doubts.
'Kaiba's different though. I have never doubted that. He doesn't use any of the kinder types. I think he understands that they aren't true monsters.' Her thoughts, always returning to Kaiba, were sporadic. They scared her as well.