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(Warning. Some parts of this chapter contain suggestive violence.)

Frezick yawned, covering his mouth with a hand. The torches along the stone walls flickered, the crackling of fire echoing in the long stone corridors. He glanced beside him, seeing Aknadin huddled up in the corner of the prison, his Millennium Eye glinting in the darkness. The old priest was scowling at Frezick, his now matted gray hair shadowing his face, making him look a bit sinister.

Unnerved, Frezick turned his head, resisting the urge to glance at the priest again. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Aknadin didn't move, not caring who it was. Frezick looked down the corridor, seeing Priest Seto stalk towards them. Frezick saluted. "Greetings sir. No changes yet." Priest Seto glanced at him briefly, before staring through the bars at Aknadin.

The old man refused to look at him.

"Aknadin."

Seto began, waiting for a response.

There was none.

"Have you realized the error of your ways yet? Are you ready to accept that your plans will not succeed?"

Aknadin glanced at him, grinning creepily. His Millennium Eye flashed.

"Heheh. No. I will not give up on my plans. Using people's anger and Ka, I shall reap my rewards when I have accomplished everything.

Speaking of Ka, you have a specific someone under your wing don't you? Someone, whose Ka, is close to the power of the three gods.

Heheh.

Thought you could hide that from me? This dear eye of mine can read minds. And, it has read yours. Keeping secrets of your own aren't you, dear son."

Seto tensed. "Don't you dare plot anything against her."

Aknadin just chuckled. Then, Seto realized the other thing Aknadin had said.

"W-Wait...you called me son?"

The old priest smirked at him. "Oh yes. I'm your father Seto. It was me who told your mother to tell you that I died in battle.

I couldn't risk you knowing what I've done. But, as you grew, I taught you everything I knew."

Seto trembled. "No. That can't be right. There's no way a kind man like my father really turned out to be you. When you first started teaching me, you were kind, you had lots of patience, you hated violence if it could be avoided.

Just like my father...but then...you changed."

Aknadin smiled, teeth flashing in the dark. "Yes. I just realized then...that peace could not last forever. People, have grown cold, have turned away from what is right. Then, Atem, just became blind to it all. Just like his father.

While you, you were still young, but you were attentive. I wanted to nurture you to becoming the Pharoah. But you struck me down and refused my ideals. All my hopes were wasted on you."

Seto clenched his hands. "Y-You...s-shut up. So what if you're my father. Your ideals were sick.

I hope you waste away into nothing in this prison.

I hope rats come and eat the flesh off your bones.

And I hope that time will wither your bones into dust."

Seto stalked away, fuming. Aknadin just chuckled.

Frezick sweated nervously.

"..."

At the deserted ghostly village...voices whispered above the blood colored dust that blew around in dry scratching wind.

"Hurry.

Hurry Bakura. The darkness incarnate is growing impatient."

At this, a cold bellowing scream of anger and trembling desire for revenge echoed throughout the once bustling village. The spirits got agitated. "Hurry...hurry..."

Evil Bakura lifted his head, eyes narrowed as faint whispering reached him.

"Hurry..."

He grinned. "Yeah yeah. Just wait..soon. It shall be soon. Now. With this hooded robe I stole from a guy, I should be able to cover up my identity...if just a little bit.

Keh.

I don't have enough power yet to conceal my presence. I'll need to be careful."

Putting the robe on, evil Bakura pulled the hood over his head, the sun overhead shining down and shadowing his eyes.

"Perfect."

Standing up, he walked to the edge of the cliff overlooking the city. Without hesitation he jumped over the edge, managing to slide down on the uneven cliff face.

(Oh yeah. He also stole some sandals. So he's not barefooted anymore.)

Reaching the bottom, evil Bakura started making his way through the crowd. Nobody seemed to notice him. Voices whispered to him, and evil Bakura felt a slight surge of power course through his veins.

"Heh. This'll come in handy."

Pushing some people roughly aside, he stared up at the golden steps leading up to the palace.

Pulling the hood further down his face, he climbed the stairs. A voice called out to him. "Stop right there. Who are you?!" Evil Bakura frowned.

"Tch. Don't get in my way."

He felt a prod from the spear the guard was holding.

He growled.

"Don't touch me again. Or you'll regret it." The guard prodded evil Bakura again.

Hissing, the once spirit jumped on the guard, driving his face into the ground. Raising his fist, evil Bakura slammed down on the man's head, knocking him unconscious and even drawing blood.

Evil Bakura glanced at his bloodied hand.

Grinning, he licked the blood, laughing.

Getting up off the man, he continued his way into the palace, staying close to the walls as he entered. Some passerby stared at him, confused. But no one stopped him. He froze though, as a voice called out to him, demanding that he state his purpose.

Glancing up just a bit, he saw a man, a bit taller than him.

Long white robes covered him. His head was bald, covered with strange and elegant tattoos. Glittering in his hand, was the Millennium Key.

Evil Bakura tried to side step him but the man would not move.

"I am High Priest Shada. And I demand answers.

Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Snapping, evil Bakura felt the faint powers of darkness call out to him. Some sort of invisible wave shot off him, colliding with Shada. But instead of knocking the man over, it froze him in place. "What is this? Release me at once!"

Evil Bakura lowered his hood again, snickering at Shada.

"Sorry. But I can't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to."

He walked down the corridors. Turning right, he glanced down the hall, seeing a wooden door shut tightly. Making his way over, he placed a hand on the door, feeling the rough wood scratch his skin. Looking for a handle or something to open the door, he spotted a latch, cleverly hidden in a crease in the wood.

Undoing it, he opened the door, worried that the old wood would creak. But it didn't. Feeling victorious, evil Bakura entered, seeing a long stone staircase going down, down, down...into the earth. Closing the door behind him, the vengeful spirit inhabiting poor Bakura's body trekked down the winding stone steps, the number of torches increasing as the air around him got cold and dark. With one final step, he reached the bottom.

Glancing around, he saw a guard in the distance, keeping watch over what was obviously a trapped Aknadin, seeing as how there wasn't any other prisoners currently. He twitched with excitement, walking briskly towards the unassuming guard. Just as he came near, the guard turned, eyes widening at the intruder.

"How did you get down here?"

Evil Bakura hissed at him.

"Doesn't matter!"

Leaping at the guard...he hooked his arm around the poor man's neck, squeezing hard.

Meanwhile, Aknadin was standing, watching the entire scene with silent concentration.

The sounds of strangled choking was heard, before...silence.

Evil Bakura dropped the limp body to the floor, cackling. "Don't worry. You're not dead.

Yet.

Just forget any of this ever happened."

Turning to Aknadin, he looked him up and down. "Hmph. You've seen better days. I've come to free you, and make you achieve your goals."

Aknadin blinked. "Then you're..."

Evil Bakura pulled the hood down, revealing his long shaggy white hair. "Yes. I'm Bakura. Now. Let's get you out of here."

Aknadin frowned.

"How?"

Evil Bakura flashed his teeth. "Heh. Stand back. Way back."

Doing as he was told, Aknadin shuffled back to one corner.

Closing his eyes, Evil Bakura muttered under his breath, dark fog coming off him. The fog curled around the bars, and strangely, some of them vanished.

Aknadin gasped. "How are you doing that?"

The white haired boy shrugged.

"Not me. The powers of the shadows. But. This will only last a bit. So get your ass out here already."

Mumbling, Aknadin shuffled out, glancing back to see the bars had returned to normal. He was just about to stretch his weary limbs when Evil Bakura grabbed his arm, dragging him down the corridor. "We have no time to waste." It was true.

Sounds of shouting and distant monster sounds echoed through the darkness. One voice spoke. It sounded like a woman.

"So. It has finally happened.

Guards!

Alert the Pharoah at once!

You! Bring Frezick to the healing chamber!

Kalim. You notify everyone in the city to be on alert. Bakura has arrived."

End Of Chapter Seven.