Author's Note: Hey guys! How are ya? Well, here's another chapter. Hope you like it! Oh, and in the last chapter, before I reviewed it, Sarah was like a train wreck. I figured that that's not really how I want her to be. So I'm going to change how she feels just a bit. And hopefully, it's not as bad. Thanks for everyone who reviewed, and...a big sorry, again, for YankeeSamson, because I was so dumb-dumb I spelt their name wrong. I got it this time, but I is still sorry. X/ So, on with the story! Thanks for everyone who reads and reviews and all that good stuff! ^^

Someone has decided to challenge not only the past but the future as well. Sarah finds herself shocked to the core - even though in the back of her mind she knew who it could have been from their ancient battle. Terrible wounds have been reopened. Can she contain herself long enough to explain?

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Battle City-New Evil Emerges, Old Friends Reunite Chapter 10

The moment Ishizu said the evil from before was coming back, I knew instantly who she was talking about. In response, my body went completely rigid and my insides turned ice cold, like I've been walking forever in a snow covered world. And speaking of worlds, it's like mine would collapse. The man who caused me such suffering, such horrible suffering, he was back? I couldn't believe it. Not only did I feel aggravated, but at the mention of him, I was completely shocked. Why in the world would he want to come back in the first place? So he could finish what he started?-

Oh wait a minute...oh damn, he IS back to finish what he started. That bloody bastard was back from the past just so he could achieve what he began 5,000 years ago. My body actually understood much faster than my mind, because when I suddenly realized who it was, I got even colder.

"Sarah?" Yami asked in sudden concern, seeing my frozen state. He laid a comforting hand onto my shoulder and I felt some warmth enter through my skin, thawing somewhat of the cold out. "What's wrong?"

I furrowed my brow, still thinking about that evil man and his murderous acts. How was it possible for him to come back from the past anyway? Was his soul brought into the modern world the same way as Yami's and mine? I couldn't believe it at all. And now that that evil is back, he's going to come for me...

My eyes snapped open and I took a sudden gasp of breath. I forgot where I was for a second, but when I looked around to see the museum's basement around us and Ishizu and Yami on either side of me, I remembered where I was. I was thinking so deeply, I was so close to falling unconscious. I know because my breath was a little quicker than normal and my body slowly started to warm from its cold case. But the spot where Yami had his hand on was much warmer than the rest of my body.

Ishizu stepped forward and laid a gently hand onto my forehead, checking my temperature. I thought it was a joke. I mean, it wasn't that bad, was it?

The Egyptian sighed and shook her head disheartened. She hated seeing me like this, I could see it in her eyes. It had the same look Isis gave me when I was hurt back in Ancient Egypt. And then I'd get the same feeling she was feeling; because I gave it to her.

"Sarah, I know you do not like this at all," said Ishizu and my heart started racing in worry, "but it is the truth. He's back, and like I can see from your current state, you wish it wasn't true."

"Tch. You bet I don't." I said, scoffing. The only thing I can think of now was this adrenaline coursing through my veins all of a sudden, like when a vehicle was frozen over time, but when summer came around, the vehicle was thawed out and when the driver turned it on, there's this fresh wave of energy running through its engines. My body felt almost exactly the same, except, you know, for the fact that I wasn't made of metal. After hearing what Ishizu said about HIM being back being true, I had this sudden urge to hunt him down. I suddenly wanted him to pay for what he's done. It's not like I haven't tried it back in Egypt, but now I want to do it all over again. I wanted him to suffer the same way I had.

Poor Yami had no idea what the hek was going on. When I finally realized that he was patiently waiting for an explanation, all thoughts of killing that demented baka subsided to another active part of my mind. It was still there, that craving to go for a hunt with a good bow and arrow, but it was just a tad bit lower than the craving to tell Yami everything. He had to know what was going on before I can actually do anything.

I pulled my wallet from out of my pocket and then looked through its worn out leather covers. I had this, you guessed it, ever since Ancient Egypt, when I first lost my parents. I pulled out our family picture and handed it to Yami, so I could start explaining. He gave me a double-checking glance, if it was really OK for him to hold something so precious to me in his hands. I gave him a short nod in a response and watched him carefully reach for it, gingerly holding it in his fingertips like it was so delicate, it would break any minute. The paper was kind of rough, I had to admit, but I knew it was no where near actually breaking like very thin glass. (Just a note: If you want to see her family picture, go on to my profile. But I have to let you know, that I do NOT own that picture. I thank the gods above there was a picture out there in the Internet that could suit what I was looking for and show Sarah's family well. XD)

"I remember this from the day we defeated the Paradox brothers at Duelist Kingdom." he recalled, thinking about the time we defeated those twin dumb-dumbs (xD) and right after, I remember I left my duffel bag somewhere in a clearing. To make sure they were still there, I had looked through the bag to find my parents' passports and this family picture between its pages. Yeah, I was glad I didn't lose them. Stupid Keith...he made me lose my duffel... (xD)

I nodded. "Right, you looked through Yugi's eyes and saw it." said I, now remembering the gang looking over my shoulder to see what I was holding when I pulled the picture out that very first time. Yugi didn't know about Yami, but judging by what Yami just said, I'm sure he did see it through Yugi's eyes.

Yami nodded, confirming my suspicions.

Then I pointed to the boy with cerulean blue hair. He was cuddling closer into my father's chest and I'm sure now that it was time to tell everyone who he really was. Exactly. You heard me right. He's not the son of a family friend of ours, just like I said he was back at that tunnel to the whole gang in Duelist Kingdom.

He's someone entirely different.

"You see this little guy here?" I asked Yami, showing the boy on the picture.

Yami nodded and said, "Yes. I believe you said he was a family friend of yours."

I shook my head, astonishing Yami for a second. His eyes blinked mysteriously, wondering what I was talking about. Or...gesturing about because I didn't say anything yet, just nodded.

"He...he's not your family friend?" he asked me, confounded now. His brow furrowed forward in confusion. "Then who is he?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat that had just magically appeared from out of nowhere and replied with a small, but solemn, sigh. "I'm sorry I lied." I said first. "I didn't mean to misguide anyone, but I didn't want anyone to know who he really was because it just hurts too much to think about him." I quietly sighed again, swallowing that same lump back down, making sure my eyes didn't sting. Oh yeah...every time I thought about him, it hurt. I can't bear it.

"He's...he's not our family friend. He's my brother."

Yami blinked. "Your brother?" he asked me, perplexed now. I was hoping for a slap, because I lied to the Pharaoh of Egypt. Even though it wasn't directly to him but through Yugi. He was still mislead. But Yami acted completely calm and confused about everything. I mean, I think I was actually wanting the slap so I could learn from that mistake. But I already knew lying was bad and I didn't want to lie but because I didn't want anyone to know I kind of told them something different...and I think I'm taking this too far into consideration. My head hurts.

I was far too wrapped up in my thoughts to realize Yami giving me this overly thoughtful look. It was like he was trying to read into my very soul to figure out why I didn't tell everyone about my brother. I couldn't exactly blame him for being so curious. I'd want to know what happened too.

Oh but then I would regret ever asking.

I nodded solemnly, that ache I received every time I thought about my brother was back and it was pinching my heart many uncomfortable times.

"Yeah...he's my brother." I said, quietly. The aching was taking its toll now. I'm beginning to feel familiar stinging from the corner of my eyes. The longer I kept in the sobs, the more my heart pounded and tried forcing them out of me. I almost choked on them but I was able to catch myself in time.

"...Sarah..." said Yami, and I felt the comfort in his voice actually touch my heart. "...did something happen? Is that why you told us differently about your brother?"

By now the pain in my heart was too hard to handle. The tears I wanted so badly to stay concealed leaked from out of my eyes and began running down my cheeks in straight, uneasy streams. It was my one weakness. Whenever—and I mean, whenever,—I thought about my brother or my family, I get so heart broken inside from their tragic deaths that I'd start crying no matter what I was doing. During battles, though, I only generate anger and hatred upon my foes when I think about my family. It makes me even more determined to spill their blood. But like now, when I'm just explaining or actually see something so precious as the moment when two siblings unite, like Mokuba and Kaiba at Duelist Kingdom, I cry. It's as simple as that one little word. The tears just force their way out of my eyes just as I forced the word "brother" from out of my lips.

Yami's eyes widened when he saw my tears fall. Ishizu even appeared at my shoulder in a matter of moments. Concern, worry, and care was suddenly evident in their eyes and both held each of my hands with growing apprehension. The crying momentarily weakened, but they still kept attaining.

Before Yami could ask again if I was all right, or what was wrong, even though I wanted to bash my head against a wall for ever letting both Ishizu and Yami worry, I instead began my life story in a short summary.

"When I was born," I began, although forcing myself to keep the tears at bay, "my brother was already 2 years old. Yes he's two years older than me. I have this faded memory of him looking curiously over my mother's shoulders just to see who she was holding while sitting in a hospital bed. It was so long ago and yet I still remember that moment. My memory was sharp, I'd have to say. I believe I got it from my father.

"Anyways, we grew up together, like best friends. Usually brothers and sisters fought each other but we were raised a bit differently. Our parents taught us that the love we gave one another was ever lasting and that nothing could break that bond. Mother and father told us stories at bed times about the basics of our culture to some of the greatest Pharaohs of all time. We shared memories, happily living with each other, just enjoying life in general. Our time was special. It was the greatest life of all time.

"My brother...he was a gem. Nothing could be as bright as his smile or as comforting as his touch. I remember this one time, I had this enormous fever. My parents grew awfully worried, I was 4 then, and the doctors thought I wouldn't make it. But my brother thought differently. He stayed with me the whole time, keeping me company, passing time by retelling stories, holding my hand, and most of all, saying that he was there. That he wouldn't leave me until I got better. And soon enough, a week later, I was up and back to my old self. And it was all thanks to my brother. He was truly a caring person; protective, loving and happy. He held me sometimes like he never wanted to let go. And I'd wish the same...oh...was our family happy..."

Then my face darkened and instead of tears, my eyes suddenly sparked with the anger I had shoved away only minutes before. It was mixed in with the feeling of sadness but I could still sense it. It wasn't as strong as before, but it was definitely there. I wanted to go hunt him down...that bloody bastard who ruined everyone's lives...

Yami tightened his grip on my hand, prompting me to go farther. He had that same look in his eyes when my brother stayed at my bedside on the week of the fever.

That...that caring look...the one that said, "I'm right here. Forget about your worries."...

I returned the hand gesture and continued.

"But then it all changed. Everything in our family shattered. A war started, tearing us literally apart. First, the enemy took my brother. He was only 8. I was only 6. They kidnapped him and when they disappeared for the night, my parents and I looked everywhere for him. But we found nothing. Then later that same week, that same enemy started another attack, but this time, not only did they ruin what my family and I had cherished, they took my parents' lives. And I was left alone.

"I couldn't understand it. Why would they need my family dead? I don't know if my brother has passed on, but what I do know is that it was completely unfair. We had nothing to do with the war going on, yet no matter how much the Pharaoh of the time tried, he couldn't stop the attacks from hitting our homes.

"First my brother was kidnapped. I still have no idea where he went...or if he was even alive...and then they killed my parents. I had nothing to live for anymore. My home, my life, my heart; everything my heart was and always is my family—they were gone. Everything. I didn't think I had a reason to live for anymore.

"But then our family friend, Isis, took me in, saying that she would care for me." Here, I gave Ishizu a small, gentle, and thankful glance. "She brought me into her home and raised me as if I were her own. She slowly filled that void that's been made in place of my heart from losing my family. I loved her like how I would love my mother. She was awesome. She cared for me. Just like my parents.

"And then she thought of an idea. When I was 12, a small while right after my birthday, she brought me before the Pharaoh's Secret Court and the Pharaoh himself, saying that I would have what it takes to take care of the future Pharaoh.

"So since that day, I've been keeping a goal; to keep the Pharaoh safe from any harm. Ever since my family was taken from me, I had this goal in mind. Yes it was you, Yami." I gripped his hand a little tighter as he stared back at me speechless. "I vowed from the moment my year of training was complete, that I would guard you and personally see fit that whoever comes within even 5 metres of you, I would kill them. No doubt. Even after the Battle of the Nile...I never broke that vow. (I'll tell you about that battle...later. XD) And I am not planning to.

"Oh...and then the worst part of everything is just about to come." Ishizu and Yami gazed at me, waiting for what could have been more worse than what I had already gone through. Ishizu of course, and actually, knows everything that happened, but Yami had this look of utter disbelief written all over his face. His brow was creased in a strained line and his eyes showed a firm hold in them.

Who in the world would cause such destruction in one's life? he thought to himself. Sarah's usually such a hyper person, it's hard to believe she's gone through something as terrible as losing her family; member by member basically. And now she claims something even worse happened after it all. What could it possibly be?

I saw that look of caring grow even more in Yami's eyes and then I found all the right reasons to go on and tell him.

"The Legendary Battle..." I said, draining my voice on purpose, not for special effect, but for regaining my breath, "it was the battle that was so hard to beat, it forced you to seal away your soul just so you could vanquish the evil. The moment that battle began, a huge explosion started it all. And from out of that smoke...I saw what would haunt me forever...and it still does.

"It was my brother...wearing armour to conceal his face but I recognized those blazing crimson eyes anywhere from between the visor and the cap. He was second in command in that battle. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was really him. After 10 years. But it wasn't a happy memory. Instead of the usually cheery or protective glimmer in his eyes, it was gone with no trace whatsoever. What was actually shining in his eyes...was the thirst for blood.

"The enemy...he made my brother a mindless servant. He erased any memories my brother had of us, of is family, just so he could gain my brother's strength. I honestly couldn't believe my eyes. He was using that sword of his to wipe out anyone in his way. His own village members. In a way, we were all family. I mean with this sort of friendship bond with each other. But seeing my brother like how he was...I almost decided to lose it. But I had you to guard, so I wouldn't let him get near you."

I didn't notice the fresh wave of tears trickling down their streams again. My anger disappeared and the urge to murder the enemy subsided.

Yami held both my arms now and Ishizu was off to the side, watching from a small distance. I'm pretty sure she, too, was fighting off the urge to cry. My mother and father were very close friends with Isis. Ishizu felt that same connection they had too.

"Sarah," said Yami, making my eyes meet his. I'm sure they were redder than what they usually were, but Yami didn't notice at all. Instead he was determined to set things straight and find out how to help me. I could see that familiar care in his eyes again. He held my hands for comfort, and I have to admit it was comforting. He held my hands softly yet firmly. I didn't know how that worked, but at the moment I didn't care. Whenever I think about my late parents or my torn family, I just lose it and become vulnerable to anything. Yami's hands helped me.

"If your brother was second in command," said Yami, bringing me to look back up at his eyes. I didn't know I had looked down to see our hands. "who was the war's leader? Who caused you such devastation?"

The devotion in his voice...it sounded so much like he was wanting to hunt down the man responsible too. But why would the Pharaoh of Egypt care for one of his mere servants? I mean...I'm low class, it doesn't work that way.

...what have I missed for 5,000 years?

But I tossed aside all the emotions filling my head. The anger, the sadness, everything. I didn't want to look so weak anymore and Yami shouldn't worry about me so much. With as much determination as I can muster at the moment, I answered Yami's question clearly.

"It's the same one who's back." I said. "And he's your worst enemy possible.

"Bakura."

Author's Note: Oh wow. So much tension eh? Lol. Sorry if it was somewhat boring. I had to tell you what finally happened to her brother. And I'm sorry if it's so very sketchy...please critique as you like. Your reviews are important to me. Thanks everyone! Please tell me what you thought of it! If you have any questions, let me know! ^^ Thanks again for reading and reviewing! ^^