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Aknadin fidgeted, frowning at the smooth gold tiled floor. The throne room was silent, expect for the quiet swishing of robes every once in awhile. Atem stared down at the old priest, confused but angry. "Why have you done this? Have I done something wrong to anger you? Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Aknadin's face twisted into a scowl, but he held his tongue. Atem decided to ask him more questions, his tone of voice prying.

"Aknadin. What is it that makes you so unhappy, that you feel the need to team up with outside forces."

Aknadin shot a glance at Seto, before lowering his gaze to the floor. This did not go unnoticed by Atem. He glanced at Seto, a question in his eyes. Seto shifted, looking uncomfortable.

"Seto?"

Asked Atem.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

After a moment's pause, the tall priest strode fowards. "Well. I did not want to tell you but, I have been told of Aknadin's plan. Perhaps I should tell you now." At this the accused priest leapt up.

"Silence!"

He roared.

"Don't tell him! You need to work with me! Not him! Am I not the fatherly figure you always wanted since you grew up without one?! Then listen to my reasons!"

Seto turned on him, eyes blazing. The Millennium Rod he held shone for a second, responding to the priest's anger.

"How dare you!" He thundered.

"My father died a long time ago, cut down in battle! He died an honoable warrior's death! You dare act like my father?!

Perhaps maybe it would be better that you didn't come into my life! I would have been happier not knowing how I itch to kill someone who dares to pretend to be my father!"

Aknadin smirked, not at all affected by his threats. Seto growled dangerously, stepping towards Aknadin, Millennium Rod raised.

"Cease this at once!" Yelled Atem.

Everybody instantly quieted down, including a few of the palace subjects that had been whispering by the doors to the throne room, watching the fight. Seto fumed silently, glaring with such force at Aknadin that even flowers could melt. Aknadin was unperturbed.

'Oh Seto. If only you knew...that...I'm your father. I've committed things that I couldn't risk you knowing. So, while you still were a child, I told your mother to tell you I died honourably in battle, struck down by enemy blades and Ka.

(Remember, Ka is what we call duel monsters.)

Then, I became your teacher, while you followed my steps, not knowing that I was your father. I raised you to become a High Priest like me.

So why not go further?

You are blind to the possibilities Seto. If you won't help, then maybe that mysterious boy Bakura can.'

Atem glared down at Seto, then Aknadin. "You can bicker about family matters when I say it's okay. For now, Seto. You are dismissed. And Aknadin. You are to be put behind bars for awhile to think about what you've done." Aknadin scowled at him. The guards grabbed him, and took him away.

After they left, Atem sighed, rubbing his temples.

Bakura collapsed against a Date Palm. (A type of tree) The only one for miles. Taking out the bag the old woman had given him, he felt around for the berries, grabbing some and eating them. The smoke whisp floated by his side, form wavering. Bakura glanced up at it.

'Huh...it seems bigger than before. Roughly the size of a toddler. When I set out it was only the size of a pear.'

Then Bakura blinked, rubbing his eyes.

It was no longer a whisp. It took the form of a faint outline of a child. You could say it's height made it seem like eight years old. But, the spirit was still very smokey, hard to see. But, Bakura could see shaggy white hair cascading down it's head to the middle of it's back. Just like Bakura's hair. The spirit turned, and stared at Bakura. It's eyes were brown like his, but more sharply defined. Something...evil...lurked in the depths of those coffee colored eyes. Faint outlines of Bakura's clothes flickered around it's form. The young boy smiled.

'So it has decided to copy my look. I guess that's fine.'

The spirit's mouth was moving, but Bakura couldn't hear what he said. The smokey spirit looked at Bakura expectantly. The white haired boy shook his head, shrugging. He froze though, as something cold and dark whispered in his ears, resounding in his head.

"Bakura...can you hear me?"

The boy slowly nodded.

"Good. Now. We must make haste. Our objective has been thrown in prison. For our plan to work...we need his help. You will become the container for my revenge!"

Bakura shifted back a bit, eyes wide. "W-What do you mean?" The spirit laughed. Then, without warning, the spirit rushed at him. With a swift reflex Bakura grabbed the bag, tied it, and put it in his pocket before the spirit's cold hands touched him and darkness filled his vision.

'Bakura' stood up, laughing quietly to himself. "Yes. This will do nicely. I shall be the Bakura now. You, on the other hand, can disappear into my subconsciousness. No one will ever need you again! Bwahahaha!"

A faint cry of despair echoed in his head, before fading. Evil Bakura laughed.

"Oh well. Can't help it now."

He took the bag out of his pocket, tossing it to the ground. But something held him back, telling him to keep the feather. Evil Bakura picked up the bag, roughly taking out the feather, letting the bag drop to the ground.

"You, want to keep this?! What good does it do?"

With cruel eyes, he crumpled the feather, before throwing it, seeing the once beautiful feather float sadly to the ground. A strange wind blew, and the sound it made sounded like a woman crying.

Scoffing, Evil Bakura stalked away, eyes trained on the faint mirage of a beautiful kingdom in the distance.

A bloodied white feather floated to the ground, laying beside the crushed brown, black and rouge red feather. A moment passed, before the wind picked up and blew them away.

End Of Chapter Five