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Blood Legacy:

Mourning Glory

Seto felt his muscles burning; denial failed him as fatigue painfully took control. Whispering under his breath, "I'll never forgive you, you bastards." Taking his hand he extended it out in front of him as the blinding light released from his palm. A demonic smirk creased his lips when the last enemy fell at his feet. Looking over at the blond standing next to him looking clueless. "I thought we agreed no powers?" Seto huffed quickly and turned away from him. "Kill or be killed Joseph. Even that should be easy enough for you to understand." The brush began to swish violently. Seto focused his blue eyes on the reason behind it, now looking in to a lavender colored eyes a good seventy feet away. The eyes widened and took off running Seto followed with no hesitation.

The figure ran through the woods, knowing perfectly well where he was going to his advantage. Seto cut through the vines with his nails, gaining on him and closing the distance between them. Seto reached out for the long, light blond hair. The boy turned in the opposite direction causing Seto to trip over himself. Looking up his pursue ended. Looking in every direction the boy was gone. Hammer fisting the ground he stood up, angrily walking in any direction. A high pitch whistle then a scream began to fill his ears forced to look away the ground shook. Seto looked down the ground was beginning to fill with thick smoke. "Dammit." He leapt blindly, as the bomb exploded under him.

Opening his eyes, the clouds circled above him as they came in to view. Rolling to his side he slowly got up clutching his rib cage. Stumbling as he tried to continue to press onward, Seto felt the liquid run down and over the back of his hand, following the source he untied the shirt lace. Gently moving his hand over his chest, flinching as the touched the embedded object in his skin. Extending his nails he reached in to pinch the object's sides. Ripping it out, he looked at the large jagged rock, before dropping to the ground. He noticed a small group of trees in front of him. Feeling the cool shade on his skin he collapsed at the tree's base.

Seto was drifting in and out of consciousness, he could feel his bangs dance along his forehead and the blades of grass caress his face. His brows twitched as he felt something cold and wet tickle his chest. He reached to find the warm fur in his hand, then the pressure on his other side from the animal. He sighed contently as he massaged the animal's ears. "Fur, wet nose, wait a minute..." Seto opened his eyes barely to see Joseph resting on him, seizing the scruff of Joseph's neck grinning baring his fang slightly. His hand fell beside him again.

"Seto... don't leave me." Seto looked down at the girl. "I won't, I'll be here when you wake." He brushed her face slightly as she smiled at him through weary eyes. Seeing his blood still drip from her mouth he leaned in licking it off and kissing her once again. Waiting till she fell asleep he grabbed the dagger from the side of her, standing he turned to see Yami in front of him. Wearing his traditional pharaoh robes. "I've over looked several things in your life, but I will not let you get away with this." Yami withdrew a dagger of his own clutching it tightly as he walked closer to Seto. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind as the girl yelled at Yami. "Damn him pharaoh! Just as he damned me!"

Coughing harshly, he couldn't move. He felt Joseph help him over to his side. Giving up, he rolled back over hoping this curse would leave him and just let him die. "Joey... give it up." He hoped his message got all the way out, but had a feeling they didn't.

Walking the dungeon halls, his steps could barely be heard against the floors. Two of his personal guards stood watch over the cell door. "Leave us." The guards nodded and took a different post at the ends of the hallway. Unlocking the door, he let himself in.

A pale skinned girl sat on the bed running her fingers through her hair. Startled as she felt his arms wrap around her, she started to struggle. "Let go demon." Seto whispered in her ear. "You may want to choose your words carefully; your life is in my hands." Kisara jerked her head aside, "I don't care you're going to kill me anyway, what's taking you so long?" Seto kissed her shoulder. "You have a power I want to make mine." Kisara stood up. "Abuse me then kill me... is that it?" Seto smirked. "Would you prefer the other way around?" Kisara sneered at him. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me. You're the one that insists that I'm a demon." Seto went over and picked up a bowl off the floor, reaching in to his shirt pulled out a wine bag emptying the water in to it, handing it back to her. "Thank you." She drank half of it before setting it back down. Seto caught her hands pulling her back up in to him. "What?" Seto looked over her petite frame, the long hair down to her waist, the tattered one-piece dress, and the same mysterious blue eyes he had. "Nothing." He leaned in to kiss her, feeling the curves of her hips, back and up to her chest. Gasping she tried to pull away from him.

Still holding her hand he sat on the edge of the bed inviting her over to him. Sitting on his thigh he wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled resting her head on his, hugging him in return. "Kisara, stay with me." Kisara blinked not sure if she heard him right. "What?" Seto looked up at her. "Stay with me. I thought I could do this, but I can't. Somewhere I feel in love with you." Kisara began to run her fingers through his hair. "We're from two different worlds." Seto shook his head. "That's not true, my parents died when I was just a kid, the pharaoh's family adopted me. I'm from the streets just like you." Kisara looked in to his deep eyes of blue, "You know we won't live forever, I may leave your side or you'll leave mine first." Seto cupped the side of her face, "If there was a way, would you do it?"

"Then, I'd say yes."

Seto kissed her gently, feeling her tongue wrap around his. The feeling of liquid, filled his mouth, she relaxed sinking deeper in his mouth. Seto reached up pulling her into him. Opening his eyes slowly he looked up to see Joseph's lips locked with his.

May 20, 1987

Seto woke up screaming, panting as he sat up right, looking around the room. Lifting his hand to wipe away the sweet. Pushing the thick comforter off him, he scooted to the edge of the king size bed letting his legs dangle off the side. "Only Jonouchi could turn a dream like that in to a nightmare."

"You know Kaiba-boy; dreams express your inner most desires."

Seto looked over to see Pegasus sitting the chair next to his bed. Out of instinct he grabbed a pillow next to him and threw it at him. "What are you doing in here?" Pegasus switched his brandy glass around. "You were screaming in the middle of the night, I came in to make sure you didn't hurt yourself." Seto picked up a small pillow next to him at threw it at Pegasus not really caring if it him or not. "I thought you were more mature than that. Thank you for proving me wrong." Pegasus got up from his chair and walked over to the door putting his hand on the handle. "By the way, there's a freshly prepared meal waiting for you downstairs, if your brother hasn't eaten it by now. You might want to consider it, especially since it's been awhile since your last meal." Seto left the bed to cross over to the other side of the room only liking a certain amount of space between them. Starting to unbutton his shirt while rummaging through his suite case. "How long was I out?" Pegasus looked down at his Funny Bunny watch. "Three weeks." He took his leave, leaving Seto alone.

Seto opened the door to his room beginning to look for his brother. Checking his room, the game room, the swimming pools, he was beginning to run out of ideas. Stopping in the middle of the hall yelling a question in general. "Has anyone seen Mokuba?"

"Last I knew he was in his room, but that was an hour ago." Seto looked over, doing a quick double take. The maid's skirt was at his eye level, with her long, limber legs standing on the ladder. He felt his get warm for a second then controlled himself. "Already checked." The girl stepped down a couple steps, and looked at him, his face was still a little pink. "You all right?" Seto tried hard not to blush again. "I'm fine." The girl looked in to his eyes. "You have really pretty eyes." Seto took her hand to help her down. "Thank you, so do you." Her eyes were just a shade lighter and brighter than his were. She stepped on to the carpet noticing her five foot three was no match for his six foot four. "God I'm short." She sighed and walked down the hall with Seto following her, he felt his eyes drift over her. Long hair down to her waist, the French maid's outfit complementing her long legs, petite frame, and perky breasts. He felt his face getting hotter this time. "Where the hell did that come from?" The girl looked back, noticing his face was to the floor. "Did you say something?" Seto cleared his throat. "No, just thinking out loud." He couldn't pin point it exactly, but after walking with the girl, the more convinced he became that he had met her before. They could hear voices getting louder from the room ahead of them. "Love to keep chatting with you Kaiba, but one of us still has work to do." She walked in to the room greeting them, he heard Pegasus greet her back. "Anzu, I was wondering where you were." Seto shook his head, hoping the name was just name and not who the thought it was.

Giving up he opened the split doors to the kitchen, seeing a small boy at the island countertop eating a bowl of cereal. The dark haired boy looked at the brunet and blinked his violet eyes. Seto creased his brow as he took the barstool a crossed from the boy, preparing a bowl for himself. "AH!" The boy started screaming until one of the kitchen staff members came rushing in. "Mokuba what's wrong?" Seto put the milk back down on the counter waiting to see how long his brother's tantrum was going to last. "There's a stranger!" The plump woman looked at Seto minding his own business then back at Mokuba. "That's not a stranger, it's your brother." Mokuba shrugged. "Really never seen before in my life." Seto looked up through is dark brown bangs. "Ha. Ha." Flicking a piece of puffed cereal off his spoon, letting bounce off of Mokuba's nose. "Witness! Child abuse!"

Anzu sat down in the chair at the end of the table. Turning the chair around she refaced Pegasus, her red hair was dark brown, and pulled up, wearing a 1920's styled Armani suite. Her legs crossed over the edge of the table, proudly showing her strapped high heels. "Sorry, you know I never discus business while undercover." Pegasus pulled out a file. "Understandable." He slid the folder a crossed the table to her. "Domino, Japan is in trouble." Anzu smiled, but the look on his face told her, he wasn't kidding this time. She opened it up and began to read it. "Yami's..." Pegasus looked away briefly. "Yes, Yami, our beloved Tremere prince, is dead. Thanks to those two Malkavians." Anzu glanced back. "From what I heard he had it coming to him." Pegasus sat back in his chair, cupping his fingers together. "With Yami out of the way, Seto is now Prince of the city." Anzu laughed. "I'd thought you'd be happy, you got exactly what you and Seto wanted."

"Think of what Kaiba-boy did to Egypt, during Yami's transformation phase. Now add the military weapon's he manufactures, the computer technology he has access to, the billions of dollars he's collected through out the years. He could wipe out the face of Earth in the matter of minutes if he wanted to."

"What do want me to do? Kill him before he gets the chance?" Pegasus smiled back through his silver hair. "Nothing that drastic, just keep an eye on him, you are the best spy that I know of."

"Assassin. There's a difference." Pegasus smiled. "Of course. My apologies."

Seto walked back in to his room taking a look around, feeling something was off. Shifting his eyes back and forth through the room he grabbed his suite on the hanger and went in to the bathroom for a quick shower. Turning on the water to the desired warmth, the steam filtered out as he flipped the switch on the nozzle. Taking off his shirt he folded neatly setting it on the counter next to the sink. Looking down, he fingered the scar on his chest, which oddly enough like an odd shaped cross. "It's a good thing I don't believe in your power." Un-notching his belt he put it off and placed it next to his shirt, beginning to lower his pants a cat call whistle echoed from behind him. Turning around, he saw no one standing there and nothing moving from the breeze they would have made. "It was nothing, just my mind playing tricks that's it. That better be it." Just to be on the safe side he lowered his pants and jumped in the shower still wearing his boxers.

Wrapping the fluffy towel around him he stepped on to the carpet then on to the tile. "Hope you're planning on changing your boxers. That'd be a horrid place to get a rash." Seto spun around trying to figure out who was there with him. "Anzu were are you!" The girlish laugh filled the air. "If I told you it wouldn't be a secret anymore and that'd just take all the fun out if." Seto picked up the body spray of the counter and sprayed himself. "Isn't there someone else you can annoy? Yami perhaps, I know he'd enjoy it." Anzu gasped, "you didn't hear did you? Yami stabbed himself with a wooden stake."

"What!"

"He was throwing pencils up at his ceiling and ended up stabbing himself in the hand." Seto opened the door and left the room. "Kaiba I know you're upset, but you didn't have to leave." He came back holding a pair of silk boxers. "I'm not."

"I feel special you're going to give me a show, I thought I'd have to date you for that." Seto sighed, changing them still wrapped in the towel. "No, I just have to be smart about it." Anzu snickered. "How do know I'm not the towel?" Seto hung his head low in front of him knowing that she could have been telling the truth. "Cheer up Kaiba, I'm just having a little fun." Seto sighed heavily as he grabbed the deep navy blue pants and put them on, followed by a sky blue shirt. Buttoning it up he placed a tie around his neck. "You look like a pilot." Seto looked down. "No I don't."

"I have the better view you do." Seto took the tie off and put the jacket on. "It's a little better, but not much." Seto sat on the bed putting on his socks and shoes. "I don't need this from you."

"If you didn't get from me, then who would?" He put his foot back down on the floor. "Everyone else. Don't you have someone you have to kill off?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" Seto got up from the bed and left the room. Anzu listened in as Mokuba brother greeted him. "You looked like you've seen a ghost, everything ok?"

"Yeah, just had a scary thought that's all."

Seto stepped out of the limo with his little brother Mokuba as Pegasus followed them out and they walked in to Madison Square Garden together. The building opened up, as they went down the escalator, Mokuba looked up at the glass ceiling. Walking to the nearest tunnel, coming out, they were awe struck by how many people filled the arena. The Duel Monsters game, Pegasus created, was its one-year anniversary tonight, to celebrate was the regional championships, with ten thousand dollars on the line to the victor and a chance to face Pegasus himself.

Pegasus sat down with Kaiba next to him on the floor seats. "I'm still amazed you didn't part-take in my tournament Kaiba-boy." Seto watched ahead as he answered. "Sorry, I had better things to do with my time, besides this looks really lame considering how we used to "play" it."

"I take it you're still working on your secret project?" Seto looked over. "Its not much of a secret if you know about it, how'd you find out?" Pegasus looked over at him. "Kiaba you of all people should know I have my ways."

Seto sat back and talked with his brother a good portion on the time. Including going with him whenever he wanted snacks. Seto never understood how he could eat so much. He doesn't get the energy off of it. The only thing he could think of was that he was nine years old when he was turned, and the he was just doing what any normal boy would do...eat.

"Seto get back!" Seto remembered just seeing an outline of someone pushing him back as he carried the small boy to the bed in the palace. "Mokuba! What happened to him? Tell me already!" A priestess bent down and spun him in to a hug. "Seto, we're not sure... he just collapsed in the hall." The young prince ran in to the room and stood beside Seto as they watched them trying to revive the small boy. "Is he going to die?" The spiky haired prince hugged him. "No, the God's wouldn't allow such an act." They both yelled as they were forced from the room and the door shut behind them. Seto awoke while lying on the floor with the prince still leaning on him sleeping. The priestess came from the room; "I don't understand how his body can be lifeless like that. It's like he's dead, but he's still alive." The older priest held her. "At this rate he won't live very long, a couple days at best." Seto lowered his head, waiting till they were gone to start sobbing. The prince lifted his head and hugged him tightly. Seto wrapped his arms around the other and cried himself to sleep.

"How you enjoying the evening?" Seto blinked snapping back in to reality. Watching as Pegasus retook the seat next to him. "It's alright. I've been too livelier occasions. I thought you out there dueling Keith?" Pegasus grinned. "Well, well, you didn't fall asleep on me." Seto looked on seeing a small boy dueling in the final round reading from a piece of paper. "Hope not." The boy put down his last card and ended up winning the match. Pegasus went back to shake the boy's hand as Keith walked away broken and humiliated.

Getting back in to the car Seto and Mokuba sat on one side while Pegasus sat on the other. "I know you love toying with your enemies, but why?" Pegasus looked out the window. "I had my reasons." Seto folded his arms a crossed his chest. "Not good enough. You had no reason to do what you did."

"Kaiba, what are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! You called a kid from the stands and broke a duelist." Pegasus sat back in the chair a little bit more. "When you're in my position you'll know why I do the things I do. Besides he was arrogant and needed to be dropped down a peg or two."

"Or five."

"Although, your stature just may be upped sooner than we thought." Seto was still glaring at him. "What do you mean?" Pegasus sighed and poured to glasses of his special wine. "You want this first." Pegasus handed him a glass Seto hesitantly took it. "I just received word that the Tremere prince, Yami, has been shall we say killed." Seto held the glass thinking about what Anzu had told him. "He's really dead?" Pegasus took a drink. "Seems that way; congratulations you just bought yourself the title of prince of Domino. Cheers."

Seto instinctively raised his glass, but didn't drink to the toast, that marked his success. Looking away he tried to make sense of everything. Yes, he hated Yami, but in a way, the competed with each other forcing the other to become stronger. If he's gone, who else is there?

"How did it happen?" Pegasus swallowed quickly. "He fled. Running away to escape his enemies, the malkavians caught him in Egypt, ironically in the Valley of the Kings." Mokuba eyes widened. "That's impossible, he wouldn't run he had the strength to take them on. The gangrels would have saved him." Seto starred in to the wineglass as Pegasus continued. "To make matters worse for him, he knew it was coming and sent his bodyguard somewhere over here in the States."

"That's not true. Yami would never run like a coward. I think you got your lines crossed again."

"Believe what you want Kaiba-boy, but the fact still remains, the prince is dead."

Seto tucked Mokuba under the blankets in the guestroom. "Seto do you think its true, what he said?" Seto looked down in to his violet eyes and nodded. "And tomorrow our lives will change for the better, just liked I promised you."

Seto waited until his brother fell a sleep. Quietly he left the room and went down the hall to his room. Loosening his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and laid back in the center of the bed staring up at the ceiling.

He looked up at the dark figure hovering over him, as the bright light shined from behind. Joseph began to smile only making Seto more nervous as to what he was unaware of. Pushing Joey back he stood abruptly trying to figure out what he was going to do next. "I'm going to sleep." He dashed over to the tree and climbed to the top perching on the branch trying to piece everything together. "Ok, I remember the fight, the figure behind the brush, the cannonball exploding, and I woke up under that mutt." Seto starred off replaying the scene over and over hoping to uncover something. "All around the mulberry bush I was chasing a psycho..."

"Shut up Seto!" Seto lost his balance not really sure when Yami had gotten there. "Was he there the whole time? Ra, he might have joined in. I don't remember." Seto jumped down landing on his feet and pressed on towards the castle.

"I'm telling you, these malkavians are clever..."

"Don't give them anymore credit. Yami you can come with but leave the scared puppy behind... anything to get rid of him till I figure this out. That's it." Seto looked up towards the third story balcony, whispering under his breath. "He can't jump that high yet." Seto took off running and spring boarded off the riverbank. Making the landing with ease. He looked back smiling as he started to Yami follow him. "That should hold him up for a while."

"Ah!" Seto looked back seeing Yami half way over the railing still holding on to Joseph trying to pull him back up. Yami slipped again this time digging his nails in to Joseph's arm. Walking back over he summoned enough strength to pull them back over. His eyes traveled to the blonde's wounds, his wrists were slashed deep. Joseph was licking them closed. "Where you trying to save him or kill him?"

"What do you think?" He looked back through the chamber room. The shields and all the swords on the walls were accounted for, nothing looked out of place. Which scared him even more. Opening the door he looked out in to the hall where it split off. "Which way?" Yami stood back and spoke up. "We split up."

Not waiting another moment he dashed down the hall. Jumping he attached himself to the way and scurried along the crease of the wall and ceiling for protection. He'd stop every now and again to check for sounds out of place. Seeing a light grow ahead of him he perched upright on the wooden beam before the connecting hall.

A small boy walked in to the hall searching both directions, Seto's brow creased as he continued to watch him. His features, height, everything, he had known, but couldn't understand it. Jumping down for a better look he still remained in the shadows. "Mokie?" The boy turned around, his violet eyes brightened. "Seto is that you?" Seto crept from the shadows slowly revealing himself, then rushed in hugging the small boy. "Mokuba, what are you doing here?" The boy's grip tightened on his brother. "Malik, he kidnapped me while Bakura took Kisara. I was with her, but she told me escape I don't know what's happened to her now..."

"Don't worry we'll find her, I'm just glad you're safe."

"Too bad you're not." Seto's eyes widened as he felt something stab him in the back. Pushing his brother away, Mokuba held a demonic smile, as his eyes changed to the same shade of blue. "You guys really should learn how to stick together." He felt his heart race, watching the boy change in to him. "Ah, hell."

He flinched his shoulder, then waited for it to heal before continuing. "Poor Kaiba, you never can catch a break can you? Losing to me in a game a tag, you can't tell the difference between your real brother and me. Kind of sad, but I have a job to accomplish." They both attacked locking their arms, rendering them useless, hoping to sweep the other's leg from under them. "Who are you?" The imposter giggled, "Just an assamite looking for a pay raise, by killing you." The assamite swept Seto first, getting his leg caught up in to the torso kicked sideways, rolling him as Seto had gotten the upper hand. "What good will that do?" The assamite smiled, shape shifting in to a snake, slithering free. "Easy, kill Yami, you get the power, kill you, and third in line gets it, Bakura." Diving to grab hold of it, the snake wiggled free finding an opening in his pant leg. "Not bad, you've been working out. It shows." Seto growled, extending his nails. "Get out of there. "If you insist." Swiping down he missed the snake, cutting himself. "Son-of-a."

"Bitch? Only when I want to be..." He looked up seeing a slender brunet, with short bobbed hair, wearing a black leather corset top over a white peasant shirt and leather pants. Resembling a stable boy's outfit.

"What is that, twice now you've lost to me? I thought you said you were unbeatable? The name's Anzu you might want to remember it. Bye." Seto rose to his feet hammer fisting the wall, realizing he was a lone. "Damn you."

Seto headed down the way Anzu had come from; hoping it was best way to the malkavians. Going down a spiral-enclosed stairway, he put his hand in front of him palm up, using a spell to ignite a small flame. The wooden door at the bottom refused to open, kicking out the door, he flinched as a hand reached in after him, grabbing his shirt and throwing him in to the room. Looking up, only to see Joseph standing on his throat ready to press down at any moment. "Seto?"

"Mutt."

"It is you!" Joseph wrapped his arms around him tightening his bear hug. "Let go. Damn it!"

"I knew it was you, you're the only one that will talk to me like that." Seto stomped on his foot to get him to let go, straightening his shirt back out, he took a look around the room. The torches lit high a long the walls, one main bon fire in the center of the room, the sight of iron chains and wood filled the floor. "I don't know which is worse, for the fact that I was stuck in here, or that you can wonder around any palace and find the freakin torture chamber." Seto huffed as he tried looking for a way out. "You act like I wanted this to happen. Stuck? What do you mean stuck?" Joseph crossed his arms, "exactly what I mean. There are two doors, the one I walked through, then yours." Kaiba turned back around about to strangle Joseph. "AH!" Seto looked up, seeing Yami just about land on top of him. Taking a small step sideways, watching Yami roll a little bit after he landed. "Have fun?" Yami shook his head and stood up. "Sort of... please tell me you guys have a way out of here." Seto glared at him not liking the idea that was the first thing out of his mouth. A small scarab beetle landed next to his shoe as he torched it with his flame, listening to it scream in pain as it died. "What did you do?" Joseph grabbed a stick from the fire pit. "Can we discuss this later?" They started to fend off the beetles as the swarmed around them. "By the way Kaiba, what did take you so long?" Seto sprung the flame thrower spell, torching a straight line down the river. "Assamite." Yami crouched down to the ground. "Assamite... as in shape shifting assassins?" Seto looked back. "Did I stutter?" Yami grabbed a bottle as it came towards him. "What's that?" Yami looked at Joseph for a second then opened it. "Gift from the gods..." Yami took a drink spitting it back out catching Seto's flame. "The god's hate me." Seto and Joseph froze. "Do that again." Seto summoned a lightening attack as Yami leapt around the room torching everything he could with his newly found weapon. Clearing away for the door Seto had come from, he hated knowing the stairwell was enclosed, but at least he knew where it led.

Running down the hallway, he turned the third direction in which Anzu might have headed. "Well, this looks familiar." Yami kept up starting to run low on the wine. "It's a castle the whole damn thing looks familiar." Joseph tuned to side hallway. "Here quick!" Seto looked down the stoned hallway. "You better be right." They continued to race down the staircase. "Left." Seto looked at Joseph trying to figure out where he's getting his directions from. Landing in front of an iron gate. Seto heated the door so he could kick it in. Looking upon Kisara, chained above the well, choking back the tears at her sight, his anger grew stronger for his hatred of the malkavian clan. "Release her." The light colored blond walked behind her forcing her chin back, he could see the pain in her eyes. "We already did. You didn't hear the screams earlier?" Seto reached for his sword, "Let her go." Malik walked around her. Seto lunged forward rubbing the steel against Malik's throat. "If you insist." Spinning out of the way, he kicked the handle sending her down the well until the chain snapped at the end. Fighting his way through, Seto backed Malik against the wall, punching him in the rib cage. Seto heard something behind causing him to look away, catching his moment of opportunity, punched Seto in the jaw, knocked him backwards, kicking him one more time to fall in to the well to join her.

Holding her soaked body against him, he tried undoing the chained knots that impaled her fragile skin. "Seto I told you the gods would pull us apart." Shifting his foot over he refused to believe it. "No, stay with me."

"Seto at least you die alone." Seto looked up squinting trying to get him in to his focus. "Malik you bastard."

"Wrong answer." Malik sent down an electric current down the chain. Seto heard the sound of wings flapping around him. He screamed her name as she screamed one last time. Before letting the echoes died down in silence. He looked in to the blue eyes of white dragon as it looked back at him; it self-destructed right in front of his eyes. Watching as the scales scattered around him. Unwrapping the chain the final time her lifeless body fell in to his arms. Propping her over his shoulder, he carried her out of the well. Watching as Joseph stepped towards him wanting to say something, but held it in. Shifting her body around, he held Kisara in front of him until they left the castle. Back to the tree where he collapsed under. There he kissed her a final time and buried her.

Joey sat in front of his computer, watching the surveillance cameras he had installed on the roof, and smaller ones in the smoke detectors of their apartment, making it easier for him to patrol. "You know some would call that stalking." Joey smiled slightly as he watched the rain fall on the quiet evening. "Just keeping a promise. "No matter what happens, guard him with your life." Duke sighed and twirled his dark bangs with his finger, as he sat next to him straddling the wooden chair. "You found out about Yami?" Joey closed his eyes. "Yeah, Mai told me the other day." Duke set a bottle of blood wine on the desktop. "Here, I noticed you haven't gotten out too often. Just don't over do it." Joey nodded as Duke left him. Hearing the door click shut behind him.

Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms behind his head as he sighed, looking in to the wine bottle, he noticed a letter under the door. Turning around, he walked over to it and picked it up. Studying it carefully it just had name Joey Wheeler and his address on it, with a no return address. He tore the seal open, taking out the letter.

Each day is just little piece of a puzzle that we call life.

Some puzzles are just more complicated than others.

Yami

Joey looked up while his hand dropped to his side. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Looking back at the computer next to the window, Lillian was frantically screaming. Dropping the letter he dashed to his computer chair. Not wanting to believe what he was seeing was true. Thomas was walking through the hallways carrying a ten-inch cutting knife. Lillian was pulling on his arm, but he continued his rampage. Joey leapt from his chair, flinging the door open. Running down the flight of stairs, hoping he wasn't to late. Pounding on the door, Lillian was screaming for help. Good enough for him, Joey kicked in the door. Dashing through the small apartment, he grabbed Thomas pulling him back from Yugi, who was now wide-awake and screaming. Joey looked in to his eyes, noticing they were still shut. "He's sleepwalking." Wrestling the knife free, Joey punched him one, knocking him unconscious. Lillian rushed passed him grabbing Yugi from his bed. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do, I didn't want to hurt him." Joey panted a little bit. "It's alright. I should really apologize, I broke your door in and he's gonna have one heck of a bruise." Yugi started to calm down a little bit and looked at Joey, extending his arms. "I think someone wants to thank you." Joey leaned back, but couldn't say no to his big amethyst eyes. Picking him up Yugi clutched on to his shirt. "Sorry kid, back to mommy you go. Maybe when you're older we can play, but for now its way passed your bedtime." He handed Yugi back to his mother. "You want me to move him to the couch for ya?" Lillian smiled placing Yugi back in his bed with his teddy bear. "Would you? I'm already going to have one heck of a time trying to explain this to him." Joey picked him and carried him to the couch. "Put ice on it for fifteen minutes, and then switch to a warm rag. Do that twice for both and it shouldn't be too bad."

"Thank you...eh?"

"Joey."

Lillian smiled, "Thank you Joey."

"Anytime. If you need anything I'm the apartment right above you. Just get a broomstick and tap." Joey smiled before walking out of the apartment. Walking back up the stairs he ran his hand through his hair. "It better not be like this his whole life." Duke was leaning on the railing looking down on him. "Yami couldn't have chosen anyone better for this job though."

Author's note: Hey guys me again. Alright, first, I'm sorry if it was angst. Second, to those that have been waiting for Yugi to finally get transformed I'm sorry, I wanted to write the background first and not just jump straight in, it is getting there. As you can tell, there is a little bit of the series going on, this will continue. Third, now that you read it, please for the love of Ra, review!