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Mahado headed towards the throne room, looking worried. He walked through the doors, to see Atem not on his throne, but walking back and forth in front of it. He stopped for a second, before shaking his head and resuming his pacing. Mahado studied him, picking up faint muttered words.
"What could I have done different?"
"Seto doesn't know that Aknadin is his father."
"Why does Bakura want to team up with Aknadin to possibly destroy everything we have worked for."
Mahado was saddened by not only his Pharoah's worries, but also his best friend. Clearing his throat, he stepped foward. "My Pharoah." Atem stopped pacing, and glanced at Mahado, his face darkened with worries and stress. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."
The magician shrugged it off.
"It doesn't concern me.
What does though, is how you're taking all of this. Perhaps you just can't handle the position of being Pharoah. I mean, your father died so suddenly..."
His words were harsh, but Atem knew the truth behind them. He fiddled with the cord holding up Millennium Puzzle. "This is only thing I have to remind me of him." Mahado smiled suddenly.
"You are wrong. If that was the only thing he left behind, you would have been thrown into chaos.
But...you haven't. You carry on his strong will, and desire to make the right choices. But...something holds you down...it's Bakura isn't it. You are frightened by this new enemy."
Atem laughed dryly. "You're starting to sound like Isis. Do you know the future?"
Mahado shook his head. "No.
But I know you."
Atem smiled at this. "Yes. I suppose that's true." For awhile, Atem forgot about his worries, and instead continued to chat with his dearest friend.
Seto stalked out of the palace, going down the steps to the main part of the city. For the next few minutes, he just wandered the streets, observing people. A shout made him attentive, and he glanced around, seeing a group of citizens surrounding someone. He started to walk away, when he noticed that they were jeering and throwing rocks at the helpless person. Scowling, he went to investigate.
Pushing aside some onlookers, he stared down, startled, at a mysterious looking girl on the ground.
She looked to be only fifteen. What was strange though, was the fact that her skin was pale, like a dove. She had long cascading blue hair, splayed around her as she trembled on the ground. A simple brown dress adorned her skinny frame, and a few blood splotches showed through the stained fabric where the rocks had hit her.
She looked up at the priest, then opened her eyes. They were the clearest blue you've ever seen. Her eyes were almost the color of ice. But the eyes weren't cold.
No. They held kindness.
Compassion.
In them, there was also a desperate plea for help.
Seto glared at the onlookers, some still holding rocks. "Stop your abuse of this girl at once." He ordered. Everyone muttered, but stayed. Seto scoffed at them. He turned towards the girl, and walked over to her. The strange girl trembled, but didn't move away. He picked her up, bridal style, and walked out of the crowd, heading towards the palace. The girl whimpered, but didn't say anything. Seto looked down at her.
"It's alright. I won't hurt you. We'll get you cleaned up, and I'll ask the Pharoah if you can stay."
At the mention of the Pharaoh, Seto felt the girl stiffen. He frowned, but continued to walk towards the palace. When he reached the stairs, he climbed them, entering the palace and turning towards the corridor that held the healing chamber.
A few people gave the girl questioning stares, but one glance from Seto and they adverted their gaze. All the while, the girl closed her eyes, one hand clutching Seto's robes. Finally reaching his destination, he set the girl down on a soft but low bed.
A healer was bustling around, not really glancing at the girl. Seto watched, slightly stiff, as the healer went about his business cleaning the girl's wounds, giving her some medicinal soup, and even giving her water, knowing the girl was parched.
When he was done, Seto strode towards her, but the healer stopped him.
"Let her rest for a bit. As well as receiving the wounds she got, with her body structure and strange appearances, she also has heat exhaustion.
You can leave. I will let you know when she wakes up."
Staring down at the man, Seto nodded curtly and left, searching for the Pharoah.
Evil Bakura stared hungrily over the cliff at the bustling city below him. "Heheh. Just wait. Soon, these streets shall be covered in blood, just like my village was. But first, I have to gather an army, and the person who will help me with that is Aknadin. But right now, he's wasting away in prison. Better bust him out...but how?"
Grinning, evil Bakura scooted away from the edge of the cliff, leaning against a rock.
"Hm. The question is not how to free him, it's more like how to reach him.
A few casualties may be in order. Meheheheh."
End Of Chapter Six