LazerWulf: ((Sits in corner of room, crying)) WAAH!

Joey: Snap outta it, Laza!

LazerWulf: I'm sorry, but I just read tragic endings to two of my favorite stories: "The Millennium Scales III: Quest of the Items" by Evil StormSister and "To win or to lose" by Lover of Seto Kaiba. Ok, So TMS 3 isn't quite over yet, but the latest chapter is sad, and the next chapter promises to be sad as well. But I am looking forward to it. They are both good stories, and deserve the special mention! So go read them!

Joey: #cough# Shameless Plug #cough#

LazerWulf: Shut up! Anyway, I would like to respond to my reviewers.

Evil StormSister – Glad you are liking this story. So you like special mention, huh? I hope that "Shameless Plug" as Joey puts it is special enough for you. I really like your stories, and they deserve all the special mention I can give. And I mean that in utmost respect for your writing. ((glares at Joey))

C.R.D.SpAzZz – Sorry I confused you, I hope this chapter will put things in perspective.

behind-cold-blue-eyes – Sure, I'd like to correspond! Having pen pals in other countries is fun. I have a pen pal in Australia. He was just a random guy I asked for a Gmail invite, and he gave me one! We've been writing back and forth. He's not a big Anime fan, so it'd be nice to have someone to talk Yu-Gi-Oh with. Don't worry, there's more about this girl coming up this chapter.

Amme Moto – Glad you like it, and you're welcome. It pains me to see authors dis their own work. Like I said, If you have confidence in your work, others will be more prone to like it.

AllDayIDreamAboutFics – Yeah, I hope QuickEdit 1.03 will let us use carrots and asterisks. Glad you like the twist, but something else came to me after doing research, so I'm twisting it again. You'll see in this chapter.

LazerWulf: ARGH! ((drops to floor, clutches head))

Joey: ((worried/shocked)) What is it!

LazerWulf: Too... Much... Information... Head... Exploding... Can't... Express... Knowledge...

Joey: Come on, buddy, try!

LazerWulf: ((regains composure, somewhat)) I have discovered more of the wonder that is Janime. They have an episode guide of all the Ancient Egyptian Saga Anime episodes. IT contains MAJOR spoilers, but it's an extremely helpful research tool for fanfic writers who focus on the AE Saga.

Joey: The link to that site can be found in our profile.

LazerWulf: And Now

Disclaimer: If you want a list of who has a claim on Yu-Gi-Oh, read the disclaimer for the last chapter. You'll notice that I'm not on that list.

The Return of the Priest

Chapter 5: Seth Returns!


Reader's POV

"Are you sure you don't want your true master, Seth?"

Suddenly, a flash came from the Millennium Rod that Marik was holding.

"My true master does not want me."

This was not voiced by Malik, however. Standing next to the transparent Malik, there was a new apparition. A tall figure in a blue ephod ((1)) and a tall blue hat, he was the spitting image of Seto Kaiba.

"It is good to finally see you, Seth."

"And you, as well, Shada ((2))"

"So you know about Kaiba. He may be more willing than you think. He has been having visions of his past life, or, rather, your life. But whether he wants to or not, the time has come for the Rod to pass to him."

"I understand."

With that said, the Millennium Rod flew from Marik's grasp, and into Shadi's waiting palm. Malik was surprised at this.

"How did you..."

"You forget that I am the true spirit of the Millennium Rod. While you're power was fueled by the hatred you and Marik shared for the Pharaoh, you were able to suppress me. But now that you are weak, I will be the one in control."

There was another flash, and Malik disappeared. Marik, who was, in all honesty, scared of what had just taken place, chose this moment to voice his concern.

"Please don't send me to the Shadow Realm."

Seth smiled.

"Do not worry. I am not as unforgiving as you or your counterpart."

"I believe your sister is waiting for you at the museum."

Marik turned to Shadi, thanked him, and ran off.

"Come, Seth, let us find your new host."


Lyn's POV

We had just moved to Domino from our home in Sweden. It was my first day in town, and I wanted to see the sights. How I ended up in a karaoke bar, I'll never know. I saw a guy there, sitting in the corner, and he looked hurt. Audio A was one of my favorite bands, and I knew they had the perfect song for him.

Instead of going to him, I decided to see if he wanted to come to me. He did. He asked me how I knew he was hurting. Apparently, he thought he had hidden it.

As I got up to give him my number, I saw an opening, and took it. I kissed him.

I'm still kicking myself in the head.

"I don't know this guy! Why did I kiss him?"

"Umm... miss? We're here."

I hadn't realized I had said that aloud.

I paid the taxi driver, walked up the front steps, and into my new house.

"...and a direct attack to wipe out the rest of your life points."

My 13 year old brothers were playing Duel Monsters on the floor of the den, amidst the scattered boxes. They were twins, but not identical. Max was a techie; he loved computers and everything that had anything to do with technology and was very outspoken when it came to problem solving. Sam, on the other hand, was the quiet one; he loved to read and had a very active imagination.

Duel Monsters was the one thing they had in common. Max loved the strategy of it, while Sam was fascinated by the fantasy. They had tried to teach me to play, so I knew a little about the rules, but it really didn't interest me. They were both decent duelists, but Max, being the strategist, usually always won. Not this time, however.

"Great duel, Sam! You're getting better."

"Thanks, bro, although, you almost had me. Hey! Lyn's home!"

"Hey, yourself. So you finally beat him, eh?"

"Yup, thanks to you. I got some great cards in those booster packs you bough us."

"Yeah, I didn't use any of my new cards. I'm still trying to figure out how to best use them."

Max, always the strategist. He was looking through his deck, comparing cards. Sam was looking at something else.

"I know that look. You met a boy didn't you." He stretched the "boy" out in a typical thirteen-year-old singsong manner.

"That's none of your business. Anyway, what are you two doing up this late?"

It was almost midnight.

"Mom had a headache, so she said we could wait up for you."

"Well, you can tell her that I was home before curfew. Now, off to bed, both of you. You don't want to be late for your first day of school in Domino, do you?"

With that, they reluctantly headed up the stairs to their shared room.

Brothers.

I thought back to that guy. I hope I did the right thing, giving him my number. I wonder what he's doing now.


Seto's POV

I stood there, too stunned to move. It was if my inner soul was trying to break free from the chains of Gozuboru.

When I finally regained my composure, I washed off the number she had written on my hand. Can't have writing on my hand like a high school kid. True, I was still in high school, but, also being a CEO, I need to present an aura of statesmanship, and somehow, numbers written on my hand would detract from that.

I wasn't afraid of losing it, though. I already had it memorized.

I don't know why. Maybe it's because I memorize every number that's relative to me, Like the KaibaCorp quarterly fiscal reports.

But why was this number important enough to warrant memorization? Was my inner soul so touched, even through the chains my rough childhood had placed on it, that it had regained some control?

I put those thoughts aside, and headed back to my table. I was able to finish my work, despite the bad singing.

Not like her singing. Her voice was that of an angel.

Where did that come from? I push that little voice away, and head to my car.

As I drove away, I was startled by a voice coming from the passenger seat. A voice coming from a person who wasn't there when I got in.

"Hello, Kaiba. The time has come..."


((1)) An ephod is a garment that priests wear.

((2)) Just a reminder, but Shada is Shadi's AEAE


LazerWulf: Evil Cliffie, I know, but I wanted to get this out. I'm sorry for the delay, but I've been busy helping other people.

Joey: Like who?

LazerWulf: Well, Amme Moto, for one. I'm helping her re-do her prequel to "Holding My Last Breath". And I'm also helping behind-cold-blue-eyes on her "Hidden Memories" fic, as well as beta-reading some of her other stories as well.

Joey: Oh, OK.

LazerWulf: So in the mean time, Review!

Phila-Del-Phia!