A/N: I'm using the appearance of Tsukuyomi from the anime Kamigami no Asobi, specifically his god form. You can Google Images him to see what he looks like if you want. Again, I'm jus using his character and appearance to keep the OCs to a minimum. This is NOT a crossover with Kamigami no Asobi! That aside, enjoy!

Chapter Summary: In which the Wild Hunt begins, two Moons commune, and the Priestess brings bad news and also hope.

Hunts, Moons, Despair, and Hope

Howls echoed through the crystal clear night followed by the sound of whistles, horns, cheers, and the ghostly trot of hooves and tramp of feet. Hounds of immense size and strength bounded across the countryside at speeds that would be unreachable by typical human means but easily matched by the light feet of the Fae and their steeds.

At the head of the cluster of wild, excited Fae were two figures. One in dark blues and black with a single, gold filagreed red scarf tossed carelessly around his shoulders. Hair whiter than snow streamed behind the being and red eyes gleam with an unearthly glow in the light of the Harvest Moon. A coronet of holly and bright red berries graced his brow. The other figure had earth brown hair and bright green eyes that glowed like emeralds in the night. He wore cream and green with a long crimson cape trimmed with golden thread flapping in the wind behind him. Twisted bows of oak hugged his temples in the wind.

Directly behind these two great figures were hordes of Fae, spirits, sprites, and denizens of the Otherworld as well as two who were not of the this pantheon but who were under their protection. Selene's dyed golden hair hung free from its bindings, flowing behind her like golden silk as she rode her snow white mare. Endymion, ever by her side, rode a stallion of pitch black the same shade as his hair which continuously brushed his forehead above his blue eyes.

Far ahead, he could see the prize of the Wild Hunt, a pure white stag with majestic antlers that should have been too heavy for the great beast to bear. Yet the creature bounded spritely across the land, avoiding all efforts to catch it ensuring the Hunt would continue. Despite his efforts to remain focused on the mission, Endymion found it hard to resist the excitement and wild emotions which flooded him from the other members of the Hunt.

It had been Arawn's idea to use the Wild Hunt as the perfect cover for their secret mission to reach the Japanese pantheon. Pwyll had agreed with the idea, acknowledging its merits as the perfect cover. But he had also warned the mortal turned immortal of the intoxicating effects the Hunt had on any and all who witnessed or participated in it. That warning was perhaps the only thing preventing Endymion from giving in and embracing the thrill of the Hunt. Selene was his reason for living and he would not give her up for a brief stint of of glorious game of cat and mouse, no matter how tempting it may be.

He and Selene managed to stay close to Arawn and Pwyll, following Arawn's Hounds of Annwn as they chased the White Stag. When Endymion had asked if any other pantheon would wonder why the Wild Hunt was journeying farther East than usual, Arawn had brushed it off reminding him that many pantheons participated in the Wild Hunt. It was the Fae's right to start it, but once it began, anyone and everyone was allowed to join, even humans if they could keep up. Most mortals, however, could not and died in the attempt. But that would never stop the Hunt from taking place. Besides, the Hunt had no fixed route or range, it followed the Stag wherever it went. If the Stag travelled farther East, than so would the Wild Hunt.

Sure enough, a wave of Norsemen arrived from the north and meshed with the ranks of Fae from Ireland and Great Britain adding to the enthusiasm and tantalizing adrenaline rush. A horn blasted behind them answered by an enthusiastic cry from Arawn who raised a fist in the air in greeting. A rider with a wide brimmed hat and long, gray beard charged past Endymion, Selene, and the rest of the host to ride between Arawn and Pwyll who separated to accommodate him. With the new rider came two huge dogs nowhere near the size of the Hounds of Annwn but formidable nonetheless.

It seemed like hardly any time had passed at all before Pwyll reined his steed in, falling back until he paced Endymion and the Greek Titaness. "Be prepared to break off," he called. "Odin will guide the Hunt from here with Arawn but we must separate if you wish to speak to the Tsukuyomi."

Endymion nodded, unable to speak over the rushing wind and raging emotions. Pwyll smiled sympathetically at him before glancing over to Selene who met his eyes calmly. "One of Arawn's Hounds will come with us so when we are ready to return, we can join the Hunt once more," he said. "The time approaches. Be ready my friends!"

What felt like a minute passed then Pwyll jerked his reins and leapt out of the hoard of undulating emotions. Endymion and Selene followed his lead, slowing down as they did so. A Hound stood waiting for them, tail swishing back and forth as Pwyll turned back to them. The Oak King nodded and turned away towards the ocean just beyond. Selene and Endymion followed Pwyll's lead who deferred to the Hound.

They reached a stretch of water which Endymion recognized from maps as the Sea of Japan. He opened his mouth to ask how they would cross but Pwyll did not stop, neither did the Hound. They continued racing forward until hooves and paws touched water and continued on. Stunned, Endymion remained silent and allowed his Fae steed to do the same. He turned to Selene who appeared intrigued but not necessarily surprised.

The moment they set foot on the land of Japan, Endymion felt the atmosphere change. Pwyll slowed and Endymion and Selene's steeds followed suit. The Hound sniffed the air and whined once before lowering his head and snarling, its hackles raised in warning.

"Seldom does the Wild Hunt travel so far King of the Seelie," a voice called, its accent lilting almost like the warbling of a bird. "Leave. You are not welcome here."

"I come bearing news I think you should hear," Pwyll replied. "I mean neither harm nor disrespect but the words of my companion must be heard."

"And why should we listen to a Westerner?"

"Because her words involve the endangerment of one who is under your protection," Pwyll replied.

The silence that followed was heavy. Several minutes passed before the voice returned. "With whom do you wish to speak Westerner?"

"I wish to speak to the Tsukuyomi," Selene said, urging her steed forward so she sat abreast with the Oak King. "I am Selene, the Titan and goddess of the moon in the Greek pantheon."

"And what words could you possibly have that could interest one as exalted as the Tsukuyomi no Mikoto?" the disembodied voice demanded.

"I will not speak to anyone save the Tsukuyomi," Selene announced boldly. "I am of the same element as he and demand the respect as such. We will neither leave nor continue speaking until he arrives."

Silence fell once more, this time longer than the last. Then, "You request has been heard."

A beam of pure, silver light extended from the full supermoon far above revealing steps which lead up a steep incline to a bright red, ornate torii gate that was beautiful against the backdrop of the full moon. Thin cirrus clouds floated far above and beyond the gate.

"Greek of the Moon," the voice said, "dismount and ascend to speak with the Tsukuyomi. The others must remain behind."

"But-" Endymion fell abruptly silent at Selene's raised hand.

"Understood," the Titaness said. She bowed deeply over the saddle of her mare. "Your kindness is much appreciated."

She swept a leg over the horse's back and stepped down to the soft ground below. She turned to Endymion and brushed his knee gently with her hand and offered him a loving smile. "I will return," she said softly. "Wait for me."

Pwyll remained calm, nodding to the Titaness respectfully. The Hound simply lay down and rested its massive head on its forepaws to wait. Those left behind watched Selene climb the stairs. When she passed through the torii gate, the moonlit path vanished leaving the three in darkness and silence.

Selene refused to allow herself to look back over her shoulder, knowing that doing so would probably lead to less than welcome results. Instead, she kept her eyes steadfastly forward and thus she beheld the palace of the moon. Clear, still water surrounded the place, reflecting the sky above and the land below. Stones spread out at even distances led directly to the palace. Selene removed her shoes, gently lifted her dress, and boldly stepped out onto the stones with her bare feet.

Her dress trailed through the water behind her, disturbing the smooth, mirror-like surface, but she paid it no mind. When she arrived, she stepped up the three wooden steps to the terrace which wrapped around the palace. The entrance before her had no door; it was simply an opening in the wall. She placed her hands one on top of the other over her plump stomach and bowed low at the waist.

"If I may," she said.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then a soft, masculine voice answered from ahead of her, "Come."

Straightening, Selene strode into the palace, following the direction from which the voice had come. There were several rooms on either side of the hallways she walked through, but she knew they were empty. She moved forward towards the back entrance of the palace which also had no door, opening out onto a garden of delicately manicured plants on islands dotting mirror smooth water. A small pagoda glowed with a soft, golden flame illuminating a small pool nearby.

Crouched by the pagoda was what appeared to be a young man. His pale, faintly violet hair was cut short around his face but hung to his shoulders once it past his ears. The only exception were two, thick strands of stark white which tumbled from his head past his temples to drape heedlessly into the water over which he leaned. He wore pure white robes underneath a thick, elegant but simple kimono. His skin was pale as moonlight but bore the faintest flush of life. When he lifted his head, Selene felt her heart ache, for his eyes were the same shade of gold as her brother's.

"Selene," he said, his voice soft and serene as the place in which he dwelt. "Welcome. Come," he said, gesturing to the grass beside him, "sit with me."

Selene obediently approached the god and sat next to him. "Tsukuyomi," she said to which he nodded.

"I understand you have news for me," he said. "I mean no disrespect, but I suggest you deliver it quickly for my people are not fond of outsiders. Should my sister Amaterasu intrude upon us, things could," he hummed thoughtfully, "not go well."

The Titaness nodded. "You have under your protection one Seto Kaiba," she said, heeding Tsukuyomi's advice and coming straight to the point.

The Japanese god nodded slowly. "We do," he replied. "We also understand he is the Egyptian god Set reborn."

"He is," Selene said. "You are aware of the attack on Kaiba a year ago by Ares, the Olympian god of war," she said.

Again, Tsukuyomi nodded but this time there was glint of ice in his golden eyes. "We are." He looked away, back to the waters of his garden. "But it was not an attack on him as much as it was an attack on his pantheon," he said. "Thus we did not intervene."

Selene sat up and narrowed her eyes. "I am here to inform you that it was an attack on Kaiba specifically and not the pantheon of which he is a part."

Golden eyes darted to Selene's cold silver sharply, studying her closely, seeking any sign of deception. "Why do you say such?"

"Because it has happened again," she said.

Tsukuyomi started, his back going ramrod straight and his eyes wide in shock. "When was this?" he demanded.

"The bomb planted on the balcony on which he and brother stood was planted by Ares," Selene said. "Also," she added quickly before Tsukuyomi could speak, "when he attacked Kaiba a year ago, he possessed him, driving him into a berserker state from which he could not escape. Had his fellow pantheon not acted in his defense, it could have resulted in his death."

Golden eyes gazed into her silver coolly, deliberating in silence for a full minute before looking away. "If what you say is true," his eyes glanced back at the Titaness, "then your pantheon has intruded on ours which could be seen as an act of war. You are aware of this and yet you tell me anyway. Why?"

Selene sat back and looked away, gazing out over the gardens of the lunar palace. "I and my brother have fled Olympus. Helios, my brother, is the Greek Titan and god of the sun. Long ago, when Set still walked the earth under the reign of the Dark Ones, the gods of the old Egyptian pantheon, Helios had a worshipper who fell in love with the Lord of Storms." She sighed. "Although Helios never met Set directly, he learned much about him through the prayers of his worshipper who remained loyal to him despite falling in love with Set and eventually being lost to Set's pantheon. Helios never informed Zeus of this because it was not something he needed to know."

She turned back to Tsukuyomi, meeting his steady gaze unwaveringly. "However, that changed last year. Zeus decided the information Helios was privy to was reason enough to have him captured and possibly tortured into revealing what he knew. I rode my chariot out and warned my brother of this plot and we both fled. We did not tell each other where we were hiding to protect us and those we cared about. Although I have no doubt Helios has been hiding with Set and his pantheon."

Tsukuyomi nodded. "He has been," he replied. "Since he was under the protection of the Egyptian pantheon, we did not interfere."

"Something has happened to him," Selene said. "I know not what, but the sun has been-"

"Acting strangely, yes," Tsukuyomi said seriously. "Amaterasu has been worried about that of late. You say it is attributed to your brother?"

"I believe it is," Selene said. "If he has been captured as I fear may be the case, then he was taken from the protection of Set who now goes by Seto Kaiba."

"That does not involve our pantheon," Tsukuyomi said slowly. "However, the attacks on Kaiba as a citizen of Japan and thus under our protection from the year before and a few days ago will not be dismissed easily." He considered a moment more. "I will inform Amaterasu of this to discuss what actions should be taken. I take it the Westerner wearing the band of oaken branches is your ally?"

Selene nodded. "He is, as is his pantheon as represented by the Hound of Annwn. The other man is my husband Endymion and father to my unborn child."

Tsukuyomi's eyes widened and dropped to Selene's stomach which had been cleverly concealed by the folds of her dress due to the position in which she sat. "You are with child?" he gasped. His eyes lifted to her's once more, this time filled with hope and surprised respect. "You have allowed yourself to become pregnant despite the dangers?"

"I have," Selene said, placing a hand over her swollen belly. "No longer will I allow myself or those I care for to be controlled and bullied. Other than myself and my child, Helios is the only Titan left in existence who has not lost his sanity."

Tsukuyomi blinked his wide eyes, absorbing the information. "I see," he said. "You have my respect, Titaness," he said, bowing his head. "Your courage and honor will not be overlooked, you have my word. Return to your friends and know you have my support. And hopefully, should my reasoning be successful, the support of my sister and our entire pantheon as well."

"You have my thanks and support as well as that of the Celtic pantheon and both the Seelie and Unseelie Fae Courts," Selene said standing.

"Both Courts," Tsukuyomi murmured. "Truly a feat to be praised." He bowed his head to her once more. "Farewell, Lady of the Moon."

Without another word, Selene turned and left.

"It's about time you summoned us to Court you nicompoop of a Pharaoh!"

Crimson eyes blinked, taken aback by the unexpected insult. The almost identical form next to him chuckled light heartedly. "That's a word I've never heard you use before, Marik," Yugi said with a smile.

Marik propped his hands on his hips and humphed. "Well I wouldn't have had to use it if his Great Now-Named Darkness had had the courtesy to inform us you'd been shot."

"It wasn't exactly urgent at the time," Yami said hurriedly. "The priority was making sure Yugi was alright."

"We know, Pharaoh," Ryou said. "Marik was just worried."

"The hell I was," Marik grumbled.

"So was Bakura," Ryou added with a grin.

"Fuck me sideways, I was most definitely not worried," the former tomb robber snapped. Ryou just smiled and waved the spirit back.

"Sorry bro," Jounouchi chirped, giving Bakura a thumbs up. "Ya've been sold out."

He promptly burst into loud cackles, quickly joined by Honda's belly laughter and Anzu's polite snickers. Even the Pharaoh joined in with Yugi's soft chuckles.

"It's nice to know you care," Yami said. He turned to Ishizu who was stood silently to one side, eyes downcast and not at all happy. Yami's amusement faded away to worry. "Ishizu," he said. "Is something wrong?"

The Priestess lifted her head and gazed at both Yami and Yugi with steady blue eyes. "First," she said, "I must know, have you recovered from your wound?"

"Yeah!" Jounouchi crowed proudly. "Yer's truly used some kickass magic and boom! Good as new!"

Ishizu did not laugh or even smile at the blonde's antics. Instead, she asked, "Is it true?"

"It is, Ishizu," Yugi replied. "I'm fine now. Though," he winced, "I'm not sure how I'm going to tell my mom or Grandpa about my 'miraculous' recovery. Or the nurses, come to think of it."

"That might be the least of your worries, my King," Ishizu said. "I want you to see what I have seen. I need you to help me make sure it does not happen."

"See..." Anzu whispered.

"You mean you've had a vision?" Honda gasped. "Don't tell me, it's another end-of-the-world scenario and we're the only ones who can fix it," he groaned.

"If allowed to continue, it could lead to destruction to our Court, the Shadow Realm, and our world as well as many others," the Priestess said. "Please, my King, my Pharaoh," she pleaded formally, "I beg you. Let me show you, all of you."

Yugi and Yami glanced at each other before nodding and returning their gazes to their Regent's Priestess. "We're ready."

"Then please relax," Ishizu said, lifting her arms to cup the area above her clavicle where the Millennium Tauk appeared, glowing. The glow enveloped the group, blinding them temporarily before dimming.

Pain. Despair. Hopelessness.

"Mokuba!"

Kaiba ran towards his brother who stood blinking in confusion and fear in the midst of destruction and debris. There was something wrong with him.

A person stood astride a white vehicle that resembled an elongated motorcycle. He had long blonde hair and wore a white mask. His clothes were outlandish and armored strangely. He lifted a device tucked at his left side, propped it against his shoulder, aimed, and fired.

There was no time to scream a warning. No time to react. No time.

There was only the loud cough of the rifle and the sickening squelch as a bullet penetrated Mokuba's skull directly in front of Seto. The bullet, knocked aside from its original trajectory veered slightly and struck the older Kaiba brother in the gut. But not before Kaiba screamed in desperation, echoed by the familiar roar of a white dragon.

The Blue Eyes White Dragon burst into life from Kaiba's heart and Deck and released a brilliant blast directly at the shooter. The blast struck true, blowing him back. But before she could attack again the shooter held up a blank card from which chains lashed out, entangling the struggling dragon and dragging her into its depths.

A cry fled Kaiba's throat that was both furious and heart wrenching as his beloved dragon was ripped from her cards in his Deck, gone forever just like his precious little brother. Everything he believed in, everything he loved, everything he built his life, his very existence around, was suddenly gone.

The Regent collapsed to his knees, blood spilling from the wound in his stomach. His blue eyes now dim and lifeless stared down at the crumbled figure of Mokuba in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. He reached out a shaking hand and touched the tousled black hair, pulled it back, and saw the blood.

When he screamed, it was not as Kaiba Seto or as Seth; it was as Set reborn in all his chaotic glory. Storms raged, the sun was blotted out by eclipses that could not be explained, confusion reigned in all worlds as the Shadows held in his carefully controlled balance were now free to wreck havoc at their leisure.

He no longer cared. Set no longer cared about anything. He had nothing, no reason the defend, no reason to live, no reason to go on, no reason the exist.

But he did.

The cry stopped, replaced by pitiable weeping as Set fell forward over his beloved little brother's body. The chaos was strictly pulled back under his command with a viciously tight control only he could ever master.

Set now stood silently watching the pallbearers lower the casket that was much too small down into the earth where it should not be. It was sunny, birds sang, and waves crashed in the distance. Life went on.

Seto Kaiba, now lost as Set reborn, remained unmoving before the grave that was now covered with dirt. Candles long guttered and burnt out sat on the pedestal of the marble gravestone inscribed with Mokuba's precious name. A vine had begun growing around the gravestone, tenderly cared for by Set. Small white buds remained closed to the sun's light, opening only at night.

Dragons attacked their world. Kisara one of them. But there was nothing he could do. He could not stop her. So he destroyed her, destroying what was left of his heart in the process.

Rain fell as Set stood before the grave. It was well. The sealed enveloped in his jacket pocket was a duplicate of the one he had submitted to his lawyers earlier that day. Everything was taken care of. He was no longer needed, no longer wanted. Obelisk's card was sitting neatly on Mutou Sugoroku's desk in the Kame Game shop waiting to be found by Yugi and Yami. He knew they would fight this decision which is why he did not discuss it with them.

He wanted nothing. He had nothing. He needed to be nothing.

Mokuba.

He knelt on the mud and grass covered ground of Mokuba's grave when he lost all feeling in his legs. He forced his heavy hands to pull out the locket he still never removed. Clasping it tightly in his hands, he closed his eyes and leaned forward so his wet forehead rested on the pedestal of the dripping gravestone. He shifted so he lay across the grave, curled in a loose fetal position, clutching the card locket close to his face.

Tears he long ago stopped shedding burned his eyes once again. He clicked open the spring lock and gazed adoringly at Mokuba's young face staring back at him through the photograph. The childish crayon drawing of the Blue Eyes White Dragon was delicately folded on the opposite side of the locket.

"Soon," he whispered, smiling brokenly at the precious faces.

He pulled the locket close, let his eyelids drift shut, and waited, fully aware and not caring in the least. Slowly but surely he lost all feeling in his arms, then inching up his chest. He felt the Shadows frantically reach out to him, begging him, pleading with him to live!

Yugi's and Yami's Shadows as well as Ishizu's, Shaadi's, Mai's, and even, surprisingly, Oliver's Shadows reached out to him. He did not fight back, but neither did he answer them. They were too late. He did not care. He was so close. He would see Mokuba again.

Obelisk's cry of anguish bit into his soul. He tried to reach out with his Shadows, caressing the god who adored him in a weak apology. Then he could no longer breathe and that was it.

Peace.

No one spoke. Hardly anyone breathed. It hurt too much. A soft sob echoed loudly in the heavy silence.

"What?" the Pharaoh breathed, horrified by the sights, sounds, and emotions that were and were not his began to slowly fade away.

"That is what will happen if we do not do something to stop it," Ishizu said, her voice quiet and firm, even as her eyes watered. "We must stop this."

"Mokuba," Anzu breathed, covering her mouth with her hands as she tried to hold back her sobs.

"That bastard stole Blue Eyes!" Jounouchi fumed. "Just like 'e stole ma Red Eyes. Like hell I'm gonna let 'im get away wi' dat."

"Not just stole, Jounouchi," Honda growled. "Used to attack Earth."

"Several Earths from the look of it," Bakura hissed. "I want his heart on a platter."

"Get in line, Thief," Marik snarled.

"Who knows how many other dragons this guy's stolen over the years or however long he's been on the loose," Ryou said. "What if other Shadow users have had their dragons stolen. Some of the dragons I saw attacking Earth were like none I've ever seen before."

"Yes," Yami said. "I think it's safe to assume this assassin has stolen dragons from many worlds."

"Why dragons?" Jounouchi asked.

"Throughout human history, dragons have been shown as creatures of power," Honda said seriously. "Good or bad they were always powerful."

"Point," Jounouchi said.

"Besides," Anzu said, fisting her hands to control herself as anger surged within her, "dragons can fly. That means they can attack from above as well as below."

"Anzu's right," Yugi said. "But that still leaves what this assassin wants. He steals dragons, attacks Earth, tries to kill me and Kaiba, kills Mokuba in that...that..." He gulped. "Vision. But why?"

"I do not know," Ishizu answered grimly. "Which brings to mind something else."

"Not more doom an' gloom," Jounouchi moaned.

"Set's tomb has been uncovered," she said.

"What?!" the others exclaimed.

"It's true," Marik said. "We all saw it."

"On the bright side," Ryou said, "they only found the door. They still have to break the seal, open the doors, get past the Spells and Traps inside, and then get into the actual burial chamber before they can get to Set's sarcophagus."

"Yes," Bakura said. "And I've decided no more playing fair. Marik and I are going to start using real Monsters to cause some much needed chaos," he smirked. "While sweet little Ryou here," he said, wrapping an arm around his reincarnation, "will cause trouble and dissension within the ranks."

"We may need to reveal ourselves to do so," Ishizu said. "If the need arrises, do we have your permission to reveal our existence?"

"You mean come out 'a da closet?!" Jounouchi gasped. "Geez! Ya know what ma parents would do ta me? I'd be grounded fa'ever."

"If necessary," Yugi said seriously, "do it. We'll back you. I'll call the Justice League and let them know. Maybe they can help with the damage control."

"That reminds me," Honda said, speaking up. "I got a call from Anzu earlier today. Apparently the bomb was planted by Ares."

"Ares?" Marik gasped.

"Yeah," Anzu said. "I talked to Amelda and Raphael. They said Wonder Woman is fairly certain it was Ares. They also said the League's sending Shayera to the dig site."

"What? Why?" Bakura exclaimed.

"Because they think she might be able to distract Carter Hall," Anzu said with a cheeky grin. "If you want to distract a man, send a woman," she added waving her finger in a mock scolding manner.

"Good," Ryou said. "The extra help would be much appreciated."

"I assume this means we have the backing of the League in case anything else happens?" Marik asked.

"I'm guessing so," Honda said.

"Good."

"One last thing," Yugi said. He glanced at Yami who listened to his other half's thoughts before nodding. "Kaiba had another attack. That's why we called Court so fast."

Ishizu nodded amid the other's shock. "I am aware," she said. "I felt it. It happened about the same time as the tomb's entrance was uncovered. It was..." She grimaced. "More severe than those he's had to date. I think the unsealing might be affecting him as well as Seth in ways we did not originally anticipate."

"I agree," Yami said. "That's why aibou and I have decided to do something about this."

"Woah, what?" Honda gasped. "And exactly how do you plan to do that glued to the hospital bed?" he demanded, crossing his arms across his chest and glaring at them. "We almost lost you two just now. You really think we're going to let you out of our sight?"

"Yeah!" Anzu said. "I'll quit and come right back to Japan to beat some sense back into you if I have to."

"We have to," Yugi said firmly, cutting off his friends' words. He turned to his Light Triad and smiled. "I'm glad you're worried about us, but this is bigger than a single bullet." He turned back to Ishizu and sighed. "We have to find Pegasus."

"That freak?!" Jounouchi demanded. "Why?"

"Because he can make Duel Monster cards," Yugi said. "We need more cards, Jounouchi. Plus, Pegasus is powerful even without the Millennium Eye. Maybe there's a version of him somewhere who survived Bakura taking the Eye from him and who is at least neutral to us if not an ally."

"I find that a bit hard to believe," Bakura said. "His soul had become so entangled with the Eye that he would have died without it even if I hadn't forcefully taken it."

"In this world, yes," Yami said. "But what about in another world?"

"You actually think that's possible?" Ryou asked.

"Ten bucks says it ain't," Jounouchi said.

"I'll take that bet."

The group turned to Ishizu in surprise. Her eyes sparkled with the faintest hope. "I believe in you, my Pharaoh, my King. I also believe in my Regent. I ask that if you do find a Pegasus who is willing to help, do me a favor and ask him to make card for Kisara as well."

"Kisara?" Yugi repeated.

"But she already has a card," Anzu said.

"Yeah," Honda agreed. "The Blue Eyes White Dragon."

Ishizu shook her head. "That is the card version of the stone tablet her ka was sealed within by Akhenadin after he killed her," she said. "I want you to ask Pegasus to create a card in Kisara's image as she was when she was still human." She smiled slyly. "A card that should compliment the Regent's Kaibaman cards nicely, I should think."

"That..." Yami breathed.

"Might work," Yugi said, violet eyes wide in astonishment. "If Kaiba can make the Kaibaman cards-"

"Then Pegasus may be able to make cards for Kisara," Yami finished.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jounouchi said, waving his hands around. "You tellin' me there're ca'ds out the' that're called 'Kaibaman?'"

Yugi chuckled. "It was an experiment that worked," he said, looking back at his friend. "Kaiba wanted to know if he could create Duel Monsters cards and made 'Kaibaman' as the test. He only made two of the cards and they only work in his Deck."

"Wha? That's not fair! Why wou' they only work 'n 'is Deck?" the blonde Knight demanded in frustration.

"Because it's used to summon a Blue Eyes White Dragon," Yami replied. "And only Kaiba has those cards."

Jounouchi huffed and complained loudly forcing Honda amd Anzu to try to calm him down.

"We'll do our best, Ishizu," Yugi said. "We plan on leaving in a couple hours. We're going to inform the Justice League first if we can." He stiffened as did Honda and Jounouchi.

"Actually," the Pharaoh said, "it seems we may not need to. I believe the Manhunter is already here."

"Here?" the Priestess asked.

"At the hospital," Yami clarified. He grinned. "We'll be leaving now. Again, we promise to do our best to fulfill your wish." His eyes narrowed. "And we will stop your vision from coming to pass."

"Definitely," Anzu said.

Ishizu smiled in relief. "Thank you," she said.

She watched as the Court disappeared from around her and she was back in her tent.

"Ishizu."

She lifted her gaze to Rishid who stood loyaly nearby watching her curiously. She smiled. "Don't worry," she said. "Go back to Marik. He'll need your help."

Rishid bowed his head and hurried out to his brother leaving the Priestess sitting in her tent much more relaxed than before. She had faith in her Regent, her Pharaoh, and her King. They would get out of this yet.