Author's Note; Hiya ppls!! Chappie 11- just for u!! XxxxxxX
"Thank you."
Ishizu looked to where the young girl was speaking to her, genuine gratitude evident in her eyes. It was a couple of hours later, and the worst of her pain had finally worn off. As he passed, Kisara noted the look of distaste Denian displayed towards the Tombkeeper, and with a confused frown, she kicked her cousin forcefully into the shin, making clear he was in the wrong.
"Is he always so…?"
"Like a prick? Yeah."
"But why?"
"Look, you can only get so far with Denian before you hit a brick wall and he won't let you get any closer."
After a minute or two of silence, Kisara spoke again, deciding it was better to give explanations now rather than later.
"He did have a wife…married when they were both eighteen and then she became pregnant…but at full-term the baby was stillborn and his wife suffered a prolapsed placenta…she died of septicaemia two weeks later."
"I was unaware…"
"Yeah, most people are…Ooooh! Daknar, Saheed; leave him alone!"
Kisara shouted at her troublesome cousins, who were busying themselves annoying and slagging Joey, who was growing rather weary of the constant badgering. The two looked around and grinned at their cousin, with Daknar, being the slightly cheekier of the two, speaking in a mocking voice.
"Awww…she's not allowed to curse here…"
He cringed as Kayreena slapped him round the back of the head. She was just gone seventeen with dark, almost black hair and brown eyes…the girl had been betrothed to her fiancé at the age of thirteen, her father being a member of the clan who'd died about seven years ago and her mother, having been married into the extensive family, was now married to another male, still with the majority of the group and remaining loyal to Bakura. Saheed noticed a discarded Duel Monsters deck and began leafing through it, calling out the names of the monsters as he did so.
"Magician of Faith, Ties of Friendship, Happy Lover…fuck, this is some wussy deck!"
Tea frowned as she realized it was her deck he was looking through and replied indignantly.
"It is not wussy, it's just…mine."
"Yeah, leave her alone; wusses are bad-ass!"
Daknar stated this with a smirk as Kisara shook her head, he then dodged a thrown runner and looked over his twin's shoulder, this time he called out the names as Saheed continued to run through the collection of cards.
"Pot of Greed, Change of Heart, Card of Sanctity, another Magician of Faith, Magician's Valkyria…"
Saheed frowned slightly as he looked at the picture of the female monster, dressed much like the Dark Magician Girl, except with brown hair and different colour clothing. (This was one of the monsters Yugi used in the movie, against Kaiba/Anubis) Why did he recognize it? He'd seen it before; it'd been someone's Ka…
"Hey, any Aralanti in the house? Who used have the Magician's Valkyria as their Ka?"
"Sheejahri."
Shit! As their older brother said the name, the twins cringed, with Daknar elbowing Saheed hard, who cursed aloud feeling several of his broken ribs flare to agonising life. Oh, they had just put their foots in their mouths big time… As Denian walked outside, several of the Aralanti shook their heads disbelievingly.
"You fucking spastics!"
The two spun at their cousin's voice and responded in annoying indignant unison.
"What? We forgot, okay?!"
"No, it's not okay! She was your sister-in-law and today's her three year anniversary!"
Out of response, the duo hung their heads; she was right, but they couldn't help being thick, could they? Kisara sighed and walked out of the room, following her eldest cousin to the elaborate stone steps descending from the front door of the Kaiba Mansion.
"Denian, you out here?"
"You shouldn't be out here, it's not safe."
"And neither was organizing a stand against Bakura, but you did it anyway…thanks."
At this, he leaned back against an ornately carved pillar and smirked, shaking his hazel head.
"Why're you thanking me, we're family, Kisara."
"But you're a blood traitor now…"
"So?"
"You want to be killed?"
"Your words, not mine…"
She frowned, knowing why he embraced life with such reluctance…why couldn't he just give someone else a chance to get close, instead of freezing everyone out, including her and his younger brothers…
"Okay then…you think she'd want you to be killed?"
"Low, cus, real low…"
"That's why you're pissed the whole time…you seriously need some counselling or something…it's not healthy, Denian! You think Sheejahri would want you like this, huh?"
He looked away, haunting eyes full of thought; his little sister-figure was reading him the riot act…now there was something to behold…
"At least come inside…"
With a heavy sigh, the twenty-two year old pushed himself from the stone pillar and followed his cousin into the huge mansion, even if it was with reluctance…
The next morning, the Kaiba house was full of hustle and bustle as countless news crews swarmed outside the wrought-iron gates, having caught wind of a rumour that young Seto Kaiba was to become a father…
"I bet that bastard leaked it to them!"
Denian cursed a cetain white-haired youth as he glanced out a window, seeing Kaiba's security teams forcing the hungry paparazzi backwards, away from the mansion.
"Oh my, it is rather wild…"
As the English accent spoke, the leader of the renegade Aralanti cast a look around, hairs on his neck standing on end as he saw a male with white hair, knowing and hating that face.
"You!"
"Denian, no!"
As Ishizu called this, all the Aralanti members had surrounded the innocent youth, whose features were near identical to a certain distant-cousin of their leader. Upon the young man slamming the teenager against the wall, hate burning deep within his eyes, the Tombkeeper commander spoke in rapid Egyptian.
"Look at him! No tan, brown eyes and no scar; his name may be the same, but he is not an enemy!"
As she studied his features, she saw no sign that he was about to let it lie…without thinking, she placed a hand on his wrist and pulled it down…away from innocent Bakura's throat. As soon as their skin touched, images began flashing through his mind yet again…
In a large throne room…servants and dancers moved throughout as six people stood before their king, all of whom were robed in the finest clothes, adorned with gold and each had a Millennium item in view.
"Has there been any news?"
The voice of the eighteen-year-old ruler of Egypt, Pharaoh Atem, echoed throughout the cavernous chamber.
"Not yet, my Lord, but Shada and I intend to investigate such matters tomorrow morn at the very latest."
"Good, Seto…thank you."
That was Kaiba…though different, somehow…what did Kisara see in him? This train of thought was severed as Atem spoke again.
"I want these Aralanti found and dealt with, is that understood?"
All of his Royal Guardians nodded their heads, pledging their allegiance to him. Denian watched from where he stood, invisible to these people, watching these events unfurling… As he walked across the vast courtyard, Mahad was stopped as Isis walked out from her tablet shrine, towards him.
"We have been given orders to kill all Aralanti members…"
He nodded his head.
"I know."
"But…what if they find out?"
Upon asking this, she ran a lingering hand over his muscled left bicep, knowing the brand was hidden beneath his robes. Mahad smiled and looked down into her emerald eyes.
"They won't…I've never been associated with my family…and I don't intend to be…"
The young woman wasn't satisfied and looked to the sandstone flags beneath her feet, wishing her lover didn't bear this burdening weight that could endanger his very life…Mahad gently cupped her chin and raised it, so as she was looking him in the eyes.
"I will be fine, Isis."
With that, his lips were felt against hers, his hand on her cheek. The raven-haired young woman permitted his tongue entry into her mouth, wanting for the embrace to never end…she dared not use her Millennium Necklace and see what could befall him…no, if she didn't, then he'd be fine, wouldn't he?
As he blinked his way back into the twenty-first century, Denian became aware of how abruptly Ishizu removed her hand from his wrist, her eyes glazed over, then she took a couple of steps away from him, having seen the exact same vision, although from Isis's point of view…what was going on? Denian released his grip on Bakura and also stepped away, whilst the roomful of eyes watched him and Ishizu, wondering why the two had just spaced out and now acting as though in shock.
"I told you the wheels of destiny were in motion, Ishizu…little did I know it would affect you too."
As these words were spoken in Egyptian, everyone looked to see the familiar face of Shadi standing at the back of the room. Without thinking, Denian spoke.
"Shada?"
The strange and enigmatic man replied, but continued to use his native tongue.
"It has been many a millennia since anyone called me by that name…but yes, I was once Shada, as were you Mahad and Ishizu as Isis…be wary Denian Hirotsh, as a guarded heart will only allow for self-wallow…"
"Fuck off-"
Before he could finish his insult, Shadi had vanished into thin air…he had an annoying habit of doing so at pivotal points…Denian then looked back to Ishizu…Isis…no, this one was Ishizu. But what he felt surprised him in the very least; no longer did he feel a resentment for the Tombkeeper…now, as much as he hated to admit it, those green eyes and elegant features were desirable to him………how could things possibly get any more fucked-up? He had a cousin who was heavily pregnant by the lad they were sworn to kill, a doppelganger for his worst enemy, Aralanti on the lookout for him, some freaky guy in a bathrobe who liked coming and going with cryptic statements, memories running through his mind from some guy called Mahad and now he felt attracted to Ishizu Ishtar………
Maybe he should have stayed with the Aralanti after all…nyah, he hated Bakura and was delighted to oppose the prick…but all this memory and attraction shit was confusing him big-time!
a/n- did you like dis chptr? Tell me what ye thinks ppls!! XxxxxX