Author's Note; Okay, I know this sounds really bad coming from the actual author, but I wasn't really interested in this fic up until the last chapter; I actually gave my twin sis, Renolvr, the option of continuing the plot as I kinda didn't like it at all, but she kept telling me it was a good story and I was (somehow) forced into writing more...so y'all have her to thank! Anyway, now I'm tuned into this plot and it's the main fic I'm working on at the moment, so if you got any ideas or suggestions, don't hesitate to pm me with them; I mean, you should have seen the way I planned to finish this fic; if it wasn't for Renolvr and her plot suggestions, I'm sure I wouldn't have you peepls reviewing!! XxxxX
"What d'you mean…pregnant?"
"He means you bedded her and obviously that had repercussions."
All heads looked to the new voice that had just spoken, finding their gaze to be resting on a tall young man with sandy-brown hair and the same blue-slate eyes as the twins…a younger woman was standing behind him.
"Herani!"
The twin with the obvious bruises and cuts sprang to his feet and held the girl as she ran to him and sobbed into his chest. The newest male then looked to the second brother, still seated on the sofa and smirking slightly.
"Daknar, Kayreena's safe; a few of the women are keeping her with them until we get back."
"Mmmm…thanks Denian."
Ishizu blinked as she heard the twin called Daknar say the name…so this was him; this was Denian Hirotsh…The youth was younger than reputed and taller; he was the one responsible for the assassination of many a high-profiled Tombkeeper and was hailed as the greatest of the Aralanti members, in combat and magic, although the Tombkeepers had received no Intel reports on what form his Ka actually took…His reputation was both inspirational and harrowing amongst the older of the Tombkeepers who'd actually seen the young man in action.
"You're Seto Kaiba?"
Those grey-blue eyes looked to Kaiba, who was for once, shorter than someone…
"What of it?"
Denian raised an eyebrow in a mocking gesture and continued, voice laced with overly evident distaste.
"Y'know, I could kill you right now without even lifting a finger and fulfil millennia of my family's legends, but my cousin is lying underground in a cold, dank and bare holding cell…all because she chose you over Bakura! Now, I've always hated Bakura and the fact that Kisara was betrothed to him, but I'm not your number one fan either!"
As Seto blinked, obviously trying to comprehend some aspects of that death threat/insult, Denian turned to the three Tombkeepers present and spoke to their leader, a young woman with green eyes and ebony hair…the attractive, yet revered Ishizu Ishtar…he'd heard a few tales of her, but she wasn't said to be much of a fighter…more of a debater in democracy issues…she was about a year younger than him…yet her years did represent her with a slight hint of naivety; he smirked inwardly, trying to imagine how far her "democratic" view would succeed within the Aralanti.
"Look, I've had to study your family since I could read and I know that your duty is to protect the royal bloodline, right?"
The woman nodded, not sure how to take his sudden and forward approach, speaking in her usual, soft tone.
"What has that got to do with your cousin?"
"Well that baby she's carrying, it's half-Aralanti, half royal-blooded…you have a duty to protect it, even if it's still inside its mother."
As he finished this comment, Daknar raised his head from where he was still seated, quite comfy, on the couch.
"Unless, Pretty-Boy orders the killing of the kid…"
Seto turned on the younger male, his gaze one of accusation.
"What d'you think I am?"
As usual, Daknar didn't even falter for a second before making his own response.
"A rich prick that lives in a fancy house, with loads of money and a huge ego!"
"Daknar!"
Denian gave his brother a sharp look, which silenced the eighteen-year-old and stood to testament that he was the only one who could really control his troublesome brothers, he then turned to Seto.
"Listen to me, Kisara's already six months gone, when the baby's born, Bakura will kill her and if the baby's a boy, which it almost certainly will be, he'll kill him aswell…you want that bastard killing your son?"
As he said this, the young Aralanti was struck with a sudden image of his own son, Dahrej…to aid him ignore the painful memory, Denian cast a glance at Yugi Muto and his friends, mentally taking note of the short boy's uncanny resemblance to the Pharaoh Atem. As he considered this stranger's words, Seto came to a decision; he may not want anything to do with Kisara, but the baby was his aswell, and he knew what it felt like to grow up without parents…with an exasperated sigh, the youthful company-owner spoke.
"What do you want from me?"
"If we can get her here, then I've rounded up a few of our members willing to stand against Bakura, and we can set up some protective spells round your grounds to keep out anyone who wants to hurt her or the baby…but she'd have to stay here till the kid's born…"
"And what about your people who stand against him, where will you stay?"
Denian turned to Ishizu Ishtar, who had asked the question and shrugged his shoulders lightly; despite his apparent organizing and planning in getting his younger cousin to safety, he'd never thought of that…
"We'll find somewhere to stay; we can't go back to the base…things have changed."
"The Tombkeepers have a small yet scarcely-occupied base here in Domino, your group are welcome to use it."
At this, he blinked, then smirked; all his life he'd been told of how evil Tombkeepers were, or of how they would cut you down as soon as look at you…as a result he was the one usually sent on assassination missions and had succeeded in killing quite a large number of their ranks…yet here their leader was, offering his band of enemies a place to stay…The handsome youth nodded his hazel head in appreciation.
"Thanks, Ishtar."
Daknar, at last, stood and stretched in an exaggerated fashion, yawning deeply, whilst speaking at the same time.
"So…what're we doin…huh Denian?"
The eldest of the three siblings merely smirked and cuffed the teen round the head.
"You thick fuck…c'mon bro!"
He raised a hand, summoning a portal and stepping through it, followed rather slowly by his still yawning brother. Saheed looked to the Tombkeepers and indicated his fiancée, to which Ishizu nodded; Herani couldn't possibly go back to the base… then the lad also walked through the portal, cursing in Egyptian as his twin jumped on top of him, then the dark window closed.
As they arrived back in the base, it was evident that Bakura knew exactly what was going on…
"You two, use portals and get down to the cells, a small group should be waiting down there…get Kisara and get to that house, bring everyone with you; Kayreena's already down there and tell them to start putting up the protective spells as soon as you arrive, got it?"
The two looked to each other, then to their older brother and the thirty or so Aralanti members that surrounded them, having already summoned their numerous Kas, making it obvious that they were still loyal to Bakura…the duo spoke in unison as was sometimes usual with them.
"But, Denia-"
"Go already, and don't wait for me!"
At the sound of his angry voice the pair hastily disappeared, leaving the twenty-two year old to fend for himself against the small mob of attackers, Bakura at their head…
"Daknar!"
Kayreena ran forward and hugged her husband-to-be as he appeared in the underground compartment, along with his twin…she was among about twenty men and a couple of women; the only ones in the expansive clan who would dare stand against Bakura.
"Where's Denian?"
Out of sheer hope, Saheed glanced over his back as an older man asked the question, wanting to believe that his brother had summoned another portal and followed him and Daknar, but as a loud collision was heard above their heads, it became apparent that he hadn't…
a/n- did u like dis chptr? As I said at the top of this page, any suggestions would be taken into cinsideration...and plees review peepls, as then I'll write more, c yas!! XxxxxX