-Redemption-

The large briefing room was in an uproar by the various voices that seemed to bounce off the walls of the room as members of each assembled squad sat in their designated seats at the large black and silver marble table.

"Have you heard about the Vampire?"

"Heard he's pretty old for a leech."

"I even heard that he was king or something."

"I don't see why we need help from some leech."

With all the statements and questions flying around the room, wild lilac eyes turned to look at the rest of his squad members. "Y'know I'm sort of curious on why we needed to resurrect the Vampire as well," Marik sighed, crossing his arms leisurely over the table's surface. "Boss lady never really gave us a real reason why we needed his help."

Blowing a rogue bang from his face, Bakura snorted lightly. "I doubt she'd even give us a real reason anyways."

"Hmph, you're just too chicken shit to ask her, aren't ya Frosty?" Marik taunted, earning a sharp glare before instinctively moving his foot as Bakura stomped his left boot down harshly under the table. "Hah, missed!"

Sapphire blue eyes rolled at the constant squabbling agents before Seto turned to regard the other assembled agents sitting at the table. "We're missing two agents," he stated, catching Damon's attention as he made a slight incline of his head to point over to the empty seats on the other side of the table.

Damon frowned as he narrowed his eyes at the last two remaining members of the 'B' Squad. "Where's Rex and Weevil?" he asked, causing the two remaining squad agents to look at each other before looking back at him.

"In the Infirmary," stated one of the agents as he brushed a few strands of his long silvery white hair back to reveal a black eye patch covering his left eye.

Bakura snorted lightly at the words. "Let me guess, they shot each other again didn't they?" he chortled, earning a disapproving glare from Damon. "What? You know it's happened before!"

Shaking his head at Bakura, Damon turned back to the agent that had spoken. "What happened to them this time, Pegasus?" he asked, giving a side glance to Bakura as warning to not say another word.

Looking back at the higher ranked agent, Pegasus narrowed his remaining mahogany eye. "They were injured in the last raid. A pair of demons attacked them and they weren't fast enough to get out of the way. However, Keith and I did manage to make it to them before the demons managed to kill them, but they were still in rather critical condition when we brought them back here."

"How much ya wanta bet they were arguing so loud that it attracted the demons?" Bakura mumbled, earning a small smirk from Marik.

Seto smirked lightly as well. "Then maybe the two of you should tell them your secrets, since we all know how you two bicker like an old married couple," he added in, earning a heated glare from both agents.

"Keep it up rich boy and it won't be the demons you'll have to worry about!" Bakura snapped, glaring at the brunet.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Damon groaned in frustration. "The three of you knock it off--"

"Three? Hey, I haven't even done anything… yet anyways," Marik pouted, causing Damon's left eye to twitch in annoyance. "Sorry, go ahead and continue."

Enjoying the mental image of strangling his three co-agents, Damon sighed before turning back to the agent he was talking to earlier. "What exactly happened?" he asked calmly while giving side warning glares to the agents beside him.

Another agent with dusty blond hair and wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a rather patriotic bandanna was the one to speak this time around as he scratched the stubble on his chin. "Well we'd been communicating with each other on the radios when Weevil mentioned that the demon he was tailing had disappeared and then Rex said the same thing. Pegs and I were still watching our targets and they hadn't pulled a Houdini with us yet, so we thought that Rex and Weevil could handle their problem."

"Well after a few minutes Weevil came back on the line and sounded as though he'd run a marathon and we could heard something growling in the background as well as a grinding sound. Rex radioed and said he'd check it out and then both of their lines went dead and when we looked up both of our own targets had disappeared so we left and went to check on Rex and Weevil to find them on the ground with all four demons looming over them ripping at them."

Bakura inwardly shuddered as he recalled his earlier encounter with the demon that had drooled on him. "Didn't they even get a single shot in?" he asked, a bit surprised at neither having mentioned anything about the sound of gunfire.

"Apparently they didn't have time," Pegasus replied, looking at Damon with a narrowed stare. "We checked their weapons and neither had any missing ammo. It was like those demons knew we were there—like they were expecting us."

Blinking at the news, Damon was getting ready to reply when the large double doors opened to reveal none other than their female superior officer.

"You could almost say they were," Destiny stated calmly while walking into the room to give Pegasus an indifferent gaze before turning to find Damon giving her a rather annoyed look. "I think there is something that all of you need to be aware of now."

"Like why we have a Vampire in the building," Bakura whispered, causing Marik to nod in agreement.

"Yes that too," Destiny stated, giving Bakura a pointed look which caused the agent to cringe lightly. "I'm sure that you have all heard of what happened earlier and the fact that there is a Vampire in this building. However, he is no threat and should be treated with respect."

"Isn't he something we should be hunting instead of playing house guest with?" asked an agent with black hair pulled into tight ponytail and vivid emerald green eyes. "I mean he is a Vampire."

Damon inwardly flinched at the question and felt sorry for Duke.

"This Vampire is different. He will be helping us take down these demons," Destiny countered, giving Duke a rather cold look which caused the agent to cringe. "That's not the issue at hand though. There is something more important that the rest of you need to be aware of."

"This isn't going to be something good is it?" Bakura asked, tugging on Damon's sleeve to get the other agent's attention.

"I have no idea," Damon sighed. "But I've got a bad feeling about this."

"We've been underestimating these demons. They are far more cunning than they appeared and much more dangerous. After the recent murders and the attacks on two of our agents, I have delved deeper into everything that has happened thus far and have come to learn that these demons are much more aware of their surroundings because they have hyper senses. This leads me to believe that they are able to detect our presence because of scent."

"Y'mean they can smell us?" Marik asked, looking at Destiny to receive a small nod. "Well Frosty, I guess its time for you to familiarize yourself with the showers from now on."

"Bastard," Bakura growled, shooting the other agent a seething glare.

"That's enough you two," Destiny chided, her voice cold yet calm. "On another note; since most of you have claimed that the prototype ammunition that is currently used isn't all that effective, we've come up with some new weaponry as well as ammunition."

"The other ammo worked just fine as long as it was shot out of a damn bazooka," Bakura muttered, casting a small glance at Damon.

Shaking his head, Damon rolled his eyes. "Would you drop it already about the launcher," he grumbled irritably.

"This new ammunition explodes on contact dispersing several microscopic shards into the demon's bloodstream where the chemicals in each shard will erupt and attack the demon's insides causing them to self destruct," Destiny explained while retrieving her own 45 magnum from the holster strap around her leg to unload a small bullet that was outlined in gold while the insides seemed to glow pale blue and showing it to the other agents. "We've dubbed these as Reaper Ammo and after this briefing I'd advise you all to go to the weapons unit and pick some up."

"And be sure to have an umbrella with you after you shoot them," Marik muttered, running his hand through his spiky pale blond hair. "Or else you'll be spending the next 4 or more hours washing demon guts out of your hair and off your clothes."

Running a hand down his face in exasperation, Damon rolled his eyes before glancing at the Leading official in the room. "So exactly how is this Vampire going to be of any help to us? I mean he's been asleep for the last 3,000 years and I'm sure he's not up to date on modern weaponry or how to fight."

Crossing her arms, Destiny turned to look at the blue streaked black haired agent. "Maybe so, but if you continue to think that way then you are underestimating the true ability of Vampires," she stated with a small smirk while placing the small bullet back into an ammo clip and reloading her gun before putting it away. "As for him helping us… well, the demons won't be able to smell him, so therefore he will have the element of surprise on his side."

"So I'm guessing that we'll be training this Vampire to fight, won't we?" Bakura asked, receiving a nod. "Figures…" he muttered before forcing a small smirk. "I want to teach him weaponry."

Damon glanced at the white haired agent warily. "You better not blow anything up like you did the last time," he chided, earning a small glare.

"That wasn't me!" Bakura countered, pointing an accusing finger at the innocently whistling spiky pale blond haired agent beside him. "It was the Porcupine head over here!"

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Seto muttered, shaking his head.

Ignoring the quarreling agents behind her, Destiny turned to face the rest of the agents in the room. "A training routine will begin in 2 hours and I expect everyone to be there on time. Pegasus, Keith, the two of you will be the first ones to start off the training," she stated, bowing her head lightly as the two agents saluted before she turned and left the room.

"Meeting adjourned then," Damon sighed, glad that the meeting was finally over so that he could go and find out some more about their Vampire guest as well as a few other things. "You're all dismissed."

Crimson eyes continued to gaze over the large skyscraping buildings that covered the vast city. Even from the distance, he could almost see every individual through the various windows in the large buildings as well as the humans that darted around the busy streets. Taking a deep breath, he glanced over his shoulder just as the large oak doors opened to reveal the familiar figure of the blue streaked black haired agent that he remembered from his awakening.

Entering his office, Damon jumped as he noticed the figure standing in the window. Blinking, his eyes soon narrowed as he glanced over the vampire's new look. Instead of the white shenti and colored sash around his waist, the vampire was now sporting tight low riding black leather pants that flared to reveal black leather boots while a series of silver mesh chainmail ran down the leg.

Wrapped around the vampire's right thigh were two silver studded black belts while around his waist was two more black belts with a silver buckle: one placed to secure the pants on his hips while the other hug off his hips. The tight shirt was sleeveless and made in a vest style. The back was made completely of chainmail while the front was covered in black leather with a series of buckles that were decorated in a few patches of silver mesh.

Three black belts covered the vampire's left bicep while a large silver bangle covered the right one. To top off the rest of the look there was a black leather choker wrapped around his neck followed by a rather thick looking chain that carried the gold pyramid which rested against his chest.

"What are you doing here?" Damon asked, glaring lightly at the vampire as he caught sight of the familiar puzzle around the other's neck.

"Admiring the view," Atemu countered, crossing his arms lightly as he turned to face the agent fully.

Shaking it off, Damon shook his head. "Oh, and where did you get the clothes?" he asked, eyeing the other again.

"They were given to me by my kin," Atemu replied, watching as Damon arched a curious brow.

Cocking his head curiously, Damon frowned at the word. He'd heard the word mentioned many times before by Weres talking about those of their family… but there wasn't any more vampires around… where they? Shaking off his train of thoughts, he leaned across the desk and crossed his arms. "So you're name is Atemu, right?"

Atemu nodded. "And your name is Damon if I remember correctly."

"That's right," Damon smirked, feeling a little bit more at ease with the vampire. "So Atemu, what do you think of this place so far?"

Turning away to glance out the window, Atemu sighed. "It's odd. This time is full of things that are truly remarkable… but where are the shrines to the Gods and Goddesses?" he asked, turning back to look at the agent while narrowing his eyes. "Or have they turned against all of us after my betrayal?"

Flabbergasted, Damon blinked before shaking his head. "Um… well I guess it depends on your religion. Around here there's churches for some to pray," he rambled off, not really sure on how to answer the other. However, he was curious about the betrayal that the other spoke of. "What did you mean by 'Your betrayal'?"

Atemu growled lightly to himself before looking at the other while gently caressing the gold pyramid against his chest. Feeling the comfort of the ancient relic, he sighed lightly before looking back at the agent and shaking his head. "It's a story for another time."

Inwardly grumbling at the lack of an answer, Damon frowned before glancing down at the pyramid. "What are you going to do when you find the one that solved your puzzle?" he asked, slightly cocking his head to the side curiously.

Caressing the pyramid, Atemu heaved another sigh. "That is something else I can't tell you."

"What? Why not?" Damon asked, narrowing his own brown eyes against Atemu's crimson.

Before another word could be tossed between the two of them another figure entered the room with an exact duplicate of the pyramid around the vampire's neck. "Am I interrupting anything?" the figure asked, raising haunting blue eyes to look at the two in the room.

"Nothing Shadi," Damon replied while looking down at the pyramid curiously. "What are you doing with that?"

Shadi offered the other a small smile. "This is going to the one who solved the original," he stated.

Damon frowned as he looked at the replica before glancing back at the real thing. "I'm guessing Destiny was the one that wanted you to craft it wasn't she?" he asked, earning a nod. 'Damn her,' he inwardly growled, wishing the woman was in front of her so he could wring her neck. "Can I ask why?"

Shadi shrugged. "She didn't say… only that it was part of the challenge for the Pharaoh."

"Should've known," Damon muttered, casting a dark look at the vampire before turning back to Shadi. "So what can I help you with?"

Covering the pyramid replica with a scarlet veil, Shadi carefully placed the item on the desk. "Destiny wanted you to deliver it."

Atemu's eyes widened as he looked over at Damon to watch the other glare at the replica before carefully picking it up and giving Shadi a small nod before the other agent walked to the door. Waiting for Shadi to leave, he narrowed his eyes lightly as he was once again alone in the room with the other agent. "You know the one I seek."

Glaring at the vampire, Damon nodded. "Yes I do," he growled, not wanting this vampire anywhere near the one he'd always consider as his little brother.

Frowning at the other, Atemu bit back a hiss. "Tell me about them," he managed out through clenched teeth, not wanting to lash out at the agent for the disrespectful tone.

Clutching the replica puzzle closer to his chest, Damon shook his head while walking to the door. "No, and just between you and me. I don't want you any where near the one I'm giving this to… because if I find you there I'll stake you myself!"

Biting back another hiss, Atemu reigned in his emotions to let a smirk cross his lips. "I'd like to see you try," he countered, causing Damon's eye to twitch. "However, know this mortal. I will find the one that solved the puzzle and when I do, nothing will come between us—not even you."

Growling, Damon stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him. Destiny was definitely out of her mind and onto his shit list for this. Cursing every breath, he stalked down the hallway before exiting the building so that he could deliver the relic and get away from the vampire.

"Yugi, what in the world are you doing?"

Looking up at his elder with a sheepish grin, Yugi rubbed the nape of his neck nervously. "…Um… just looking for something," he stated between nervous, sheepish chuckles as he tried to move some of the mess of papers under his bed.

"Like what?" Solomon asked with an arched brow as he surveyed the various stacks of papers and books that surrounded his grandson.

"Just looking for something that would make for an interesting report," Yugi rushed out, not really sure on what he should tell the other.

"A report eh?" Solomon questioned, stroking his beard lightly before looking back at his grandson. "What is this report about? How to make a mess?"

Snorting at his grandfather's remark, Yugi turned his head away so that his grandfather couldn't watch him roll his eyes.

Shaking his head at his grandson, Solomon smiled while glancing up at the clock. "Well I thought I would tell you that Damon called and told me that he would be bringing your puzzle back to you tonight."

Amethyst eyes instantly looked up at the elder with sudden jubilation as Yugi smiled brightly. "Really?" he asked, earning a nod from the other. "That's great! I was worried that I'd never get my puzzle back!"

"I told you that Ms. Mushira could be trusted with it," Solomon countered while crossing his arms across his chest.

"I know Grandpa… it's just Malik said a few things that had me worried," Yugi sighed with a small shrug. "Then again that's typical for Malik."

Chuckling, Solomon nodded in agreement. "True, but now that you know the puzzle is being safely returned I think you should straighten up this mess and then come and help me fix something to eat so that when Damon arrives he can stay and eat with us."

Nodding, Yugi quickly got to his feet and started to straighten up the clutter around him. "Alright Grandpa, I'll be down in a minute," he smiled while placing a few things in a neatly stacked pile on his desk as his grandpa turned and left the room.

Meanwhile…

Damon was still fuming as he shifted the midnight blue metallic Jaguar into a higher gear, causing the sporty convertible to accelerate even faster down the narrow highway. "Damn leech," he growled through clenched teeth as he took a side glance at the box carrying the pyramid replica in his passenger seat. "And damn Destiny for her fucked up schemes as well."

'I can't let him get to Yugi… he'd hurt the little guy!' he thought to himself, giving a quick glance in the rear view mirror before switching lanes to hit the exit that would take him toward the Game shop. 'I need to get my mind off of this or else Yugi will get suspicious,' Damon mused, touching one of the small buttons on the steering wheel that instantly turned on the stereo.

Hearing the familiar lyrics and beat of his favorite song, he let his thoughts drift back to the private meeting he had with Destiny when she first came up with the proposition of releasing the Ancient Vampire. Snorting at his musings, he had to remind himself that not only was their Vampire ancient he was royalty as well and with royalty came the clichéd 'I-rule-the-world-bow-to-me' attitude.

'Still… there's something else about him. He talks of a betrayal and then of course the damn 'kin' thing he mentioned as well,' grumbling at his inward thoughts, Damon took another glance at the box beside him. "I guess all I can do is wait and see how this all plays out… even though I'll have to keep the Vamp away from Yugi."

Making another quick turn, he blinked as the familiar tone of his cell phone overpowered the loud music of the stereo. Turning down the music, Damon frowned as he reached over and flipped the top of the phone up before pressing the receive button. "Talk to me."

"I thought that I made it clear that I wanted everyone to attend the training exercise."

Mentally growling at the familiar sound of his superior officer, Damon clenched his teeth. "It's kinda hard to attend a meeting when you send me out to play delivery boy."

"So it seems. Though by the tone of your voice I think you have more to tell me."

'I doubt she really wants to know what I really think,' Damon mused, glaring at the phone lightly before taking in a deep breath. "It's nothing, although I have to say that I really don't like you right now."

"Fine by me. I'm used to others not liking me."

Frowning at the statement, Damon shook his head. Destiny was very odd at times. "Look Destiny, all I want to know is why the Vamp is so determined to get to the one that solved that stupid puz--," he trailed off as he picked up the unmistakable dull tone that echoed on the other end. With his left eye starting to twitch in annoyance he realized that she had hung up on him. "I really hate that woman."

"So I guess you'll want them to go easy on him, right?" Seto asked, looking over at his superior officer to only arch a regal brow as she shook her head.

Shaking her head, Destiny looked down at the leather clad Vampire that was currently standing in the large dome shaped training room with his head held proudly while Pegasus and Keith entered from the corner doors, each one of them carrying a training weapon while the ancient Vampire was unarmed. "I want them to give him all they've got."

Bakura arched an eyebrow curiously at the superior officer's words. "So much for showing him some respect," he whispered, leaning closer to Marik. "I thought she actually liked the vamp."

"I do."

Jumping at the quick come back, Bakura tensed while noticing Marik do the same. "Then why is it two against one and he's unarmed?"

Offering the others a small smirk, Destiny turned back to look down at the Vampire. "Who said he was unarmed?"

Marik and Bakura both frowned at the odd statement before looking back at the Vampire. Not seeing a weapon anywhere, they looked at one another with arched brows before inching slowly away from their superior and scuttling over to where Seto stood watching with an equally arched brow.

"Between the three of us, I think she's finally flipped her lid," Bakura muttered, jutting his thumb over in Destiny's direction. "I don't see anything on him and even the concealed crap can be seen if you know where to look."

Humming in agreement, Seto looked back at the Vampire before casting a side glance at their superior officer. Ever since he had met the woman shehad been more mysterious than he cared to admit. Shaking off his thoughts, he crossed his arms. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Down below in the training room, crimson eyes narrowed as they looked over the weapons in the two agent's hands. There was a time when he could remember having to train with sticks before he was allowed to even go near the swords back in his time. Sighing at his nostalgia, Atemu brushed away the thoughts as he watched the two agents close in on him.

"Hate to ruin your outfit leech," Keith sneered before suddenly lunging at the leather clad vampire to only blink as the ancient immortal stepped to the side to miss his attack while giving him a heated a glare of his own as well as a glimpse of those deadly canines.

Atemu growled lightly at the dirty blond before quickly jumping back just as the silver haired agent attacked him from behind, narrowly missing the blow. Regaining his footing, he gave the pair a low threatening growl while narrowing his eyes.

Through lunges, quick attacks and various punches Bakura, Marik, and Seto were almost completely blown away at how agile their vampire guest really was. Though as agile as the immortal was it was soon apparent that he had never been accustomed to dirty tricks as Keith managed to use a feint swipe with the training stick before nailing the vampire behind the knee with a quick kick causing the ancient being to crash to the floor.

"That had to hurt," Marik mused, knowing the maneuver from past experiences by training with Bakura. However, he was also curious as to why the Vampire had yet to retaliate. Getting ready to ask the question, Bakura managed to beat him to it.

"Why isn't he attacking them back yet?"

None supplied an answer as the others kept their attention on the scene below.

'That was an underhanded tactic,' Atemu mused, not amused in the slightest at the tricky move. In his time his trainers knew better than to actually attack him. Getting to his knees, he closed his eyes in concentration while using his other senses to detect the dirty blond and the silver haired agents.

Seto blinked as he watched the vampire carefully before feeling the hair on the back of his neck bristle. Inwardly shuddering at the sudden sensation, his eyes widened as he caught sight of the shadows that bathed the training room.

From the fluorescent lighting, dark shadows covered the area with different shapes formed by the various equipment that littered the corners of the room. However, this time the shadows were not as they always were, for this time the shadows started to move.

"What the hell?

Judging from Bakura's remark, Seto could tell he wasn't the only one seeing the phenomenon that was going on down below.

The shadows were moving as they pooled around the ancient vampire, caressing him with an almost intimate touch. Feeling the familiar presence of the shadows, crimson eyes once again opened before narrowing over at the two stunned agents.

Destiny inwardly smiled as she watched the immortal become reunited with the ancient powers that were his birthright. "And you three thought he was unarmed," she teased, regarding the three agents in the observation room with her.

After getting over their momentary shock as well, Pegasus and Keith once again started their relentless attacks. However, this time around the vampire's moves were even faster as if his speed and agility had doubled as he dodged all their attacks.

Moving into position, Keith started to deliver his feint move once again, but to his surprise found the breath knocked out of him as the ancient vampire managed to quickly disable the move and turn it against him.

Watching the fall of his fellow agent, Pegasus lunged at the ancient immortal, but instead of a victorious blow, he witnessed a portion of the vampire's power. Bringing down his training stick with all the strength he could muster it would've been a devastating blow to the head, however the stick never made it as it as a wall of shadows sprung up from the floor to block the attack, causing the stick to shatter into a million pieces.

"Ok, remind me to never to piss off the leech," Bakura muttered, inwardly intimidated by the sheer power that now seemed to radiate inside the building.

"It's not over yet," Seto added in, watching as Keith unsteadily got to his feet and lunged at the vampire once again.

Sensing the attack, Atemu quickly dodged and with amazing speed and unmatched strength gripped one of Keith's arms and twisted it behind his back. Leaning over the agent's shoulder, he chuckled darkly. "You'll have to be quicker than that, mortal," he stated, letting his breath brush across the agent's skin.

Keith inwardly cringed at the words. The vampire's baritone voice was husky and dark, sending chills down his spine. However, he wasn't going to be taken down without a good fight! 'I've tangled with the demons that have been scouring this city and this Vamp has nothing on them!' "Back off bloodsucker!" he growled through clenched teeth before jerking away and spinning around to find the vampire gone.

"Where did he go?" Pegasus asked abruptly, scanning the room carefully before turning his gaze back to his partner to find Keith moving his head around in so many different angles, so fast, that he would give a bobbing head doll a run for its money. "What in the hell are you doing?"

Ignoring his partner, Keith continued to quickly scan the room. Turning to stare the darkest corner of the room, he inwardly felt his skin crawl as the shadows glided slithered across the surface of the walls, floor, and ceiling. "He's in the shadows," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at his companion.

Nodding in agreement, Pegasus leaned down and picked up Keith's training stick that had been dropped earlier. Gripping the weapon tightly in his hands, he signaled the other to make the first move while he would pull the second one.

Running into the shadows, Keith struck at the lone figure that was in the center of the darkness. However, as soon as his fists made contact the figure dissolved in a wisp of shadows, causing his eyes to widen. "Fuck, he's not here!"

Looking around, Pegasus gripped the stick even tighter as he watched the shadows surrounding move like rumbling waves. "If he's not here then where the hell is he?"

"Hmm, he could be watching two Mortals fall into a trap."

At the familiar deep baritone, Keith and Pegasus both whirled around to find the ancient vampire standing at the mouth of the shadows that surrounded them. The immortal stood regally with his arms crossed while regarding the both of them with vibrant crimson eyes as well as an apparent smirk evident on his surreal features.

"How?" Pegasus breathed, still in shock at how the vampire had managed to corner them.

Moving his hand, Atemu watched in mild satisfaction as the shadows instantly swirled around the two agents, imprisoning them in its grasp while solidifying into large spikes that closed in around the pair so close that the sharp points pressed against their skin.

"By watching you," he stated, taking a few steps closer to the imprisoned pair. "Mortals such as yourselves use underhanded tactics to gain the upper hand. I merely turned the tables against you."

Keith growled before letting out a yelp as one of the spikes managed to slice into his shoulder. "You bloodsucking cheat! How can you classify this as a fair fight when we can't control shadows as you do!"

Before Atemu could offer an answer another voice beat him to it.

"Because you fought unfairly in the first place."

Pegasus glared as the female superior officer came into view. "Maybe we did use some underhanded tactics, but that is all we can do. He can summon shadows to his aid."

Destiny smirked lightly. "True, but then again I just wanted the two of you to help him recover his powers. Good job at that by the way," she applauded, earning fierce glares from both agents.

Atemu snorted lightly at the rather odd female superior. Ever since his awakening the female had been a bundle of surprises. "I would have recovered them soon enough," he stated, giving her a reproachful glare.

"Maybe, but then again I didn't want to take any chances. I know how you are. You'd fight fair with fair and that isn't going to help anything. That's why I faced you off against these two. Both of them don't know how to fight fair."

"If that was the case why didn't you pit him against Bakura and Marik? Those two are the ones that don't know the meaning of the word 'fair'!" Pegasus shot back, before narrowing his glare even more. "Or is it because those two are part of your precious BRIM Squad!"

Frowning at the disrespect in the agent's tone, Atemu glared before turning away as he sensed three more humans enter the large training area. Turning to glance at the newcomers, he arched a regal brow at spotting the three familiar agents that he'd met during his awakening.

"Regardless what you think, I have other plans for Bakura and Marik. They will be the ones to help Atemu get used to the weaponry. Seto will bring him up to date on all the technology and afterwards I will take him to the armory where he can pick out his own weapons or I can build him whatever he desires.

Bakura had to whistle at the superior's last words. The superior officer was a master craftsman or woman as it were when it came to weaponry. Though she didn't make all the weapons for all the agents, he's witnessed a few of her crafted weapons and they were something that no one could ever copy.

"How come she never offered to make us weapons?" Marik asked, pouting lightly as he childishly crossed his arms. "We've been here for 4 years without an offer like that and yet the leech has been here for like a day and he's already getting the royal treatment."

Crossing his arms, Seto inwardly agreed with Marik's statement. Destiny had never offered anyone one of her own crafted weapons. It appeared she was the only one that actually used them, though from the veteran weapons crafter, he'd heard that any of Destiny's weapons were not only unique but very lethal. 'Figures,' he mused, deciding that from all that he knew of the superior officer that she was just like the weapons she wielded.

Atemu sent a side glare at the spiky pale blond for his statement. In his opinion his treatment hadn't been anything near royal.

"I have a question," Bakura stated, gathering the other agents' attention. "Marik and I have to weapon train the vamp, Kaiba will be his technology tutor, so what the hell does Damon have to do?"

At the mention of the blue streaked, black haired agent, Atemu inwardly growled. He was still aggravated by the agent's treatment earlier. Curious as to what Destiny would come up with, he glanced over at the superior officer and waited patiently for her response.

Brushing aside a rouge bang, Destiny looked over at Bakura as well as her other agents and sighed lightly. "I'm sure the rest of you are capable of helping Atemu get accustomed to this time and everything in it. As for Damon, I've got something else planned for him."

Bakura and Marik both flinched at the dark tone that crept into the superior officer's tone. Looking over at Kaiba, they both inwardly smirked at finding that the brunet wasn't immune to the female's creepiness either since he was slowly inching away from the female officer.

Atemu shook his head. He could sense that Destiny was aggravated at the agent as well. Sighing, he looked back down at the golden pyramid resting against his chest and stroked it gently. Reunited with the ancient relic he could almost feel the long lost loving touch of his lover. Wanting to get lost in his past memories, his chance was stolen away as the spiky white haired agent stated something that caused a smirk to cross his face.

"I reallypity Damon when he gets back."