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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh

ChibiMisu here! First, I�d like to thank all the reviews and emails I got from all of you. Thank you for being so understanding and giving me time to pull myself back together. The hardest thing was the fact that Cleo would be laying at my feet every time I sat down to write/type a chapter. It was hard to write and not be able to feel her. But I managed it! So thank you all for being patient!

So this next chapter will be for Cleo

Also, I wrote two bonus stories at the end of this chapter as a way of thanking you for all your support through my sadness. They are both continuations of �Lies My Brother�s Told Me� and �Pineapple Island�. The first story will be �More Lies my Brothers Told Me� and �Return to Pineapple Island�. The last one is just for shits and giggles since so many people enjoyed the first one. It�s just for laughs.

Oh, and another thing. I�ve been getting a few emails from reviewers asking what type of breeds are Avaldamon and Kier. Avaldamon is an Ancient Percheron and Kier is a Newfoundland. A Percheron is an ancestor of the Clydesdale I believe (don�t take my word on that). And the Norsemen used to use Newfoundlands as war dogs. They would put spiked collars on them so the dogs could go under the horses and stab their bellies (or legs) Also, their thick fur was good for the cold climate and they�re excellent swimmers, and BIG too! I�m going to have one someday ^_^v

So read on fellow Vikings!

Danegold: The Viking Brother�s Sequel

Chapter 11: An Unauthorized Fight

�I know the truth behind your lies, little girl.� Her eyes widened in pure shock and fear.

�How do you know?!� Seto smirked.

�Hm, I have my ways.� She turned her head away from him and held the cloak tight.

�What do you know, then? Tell me.� Seto crossed his arms.

�I know that it was your brother who raped you.� She gasped and looked at him in surprise.

�You really do know�I thought you were lying to get it out of me.� Seto shook his head.

�No, I had this all figured out, and I know why you chose to frame Bakura.� She buried her face in her hands and started to sob.

�I�m sorry! But it was the only thing I could think of at the time! My brothers love each other so much that if they were to find out what really had happened, they�d be heartbroken! They just think the world of each other and if they heard something like that�oh, I just can�t bare the thought!� Seto placed a hand on her shoulder.

�I understand. You panicked after the incident and Bakura was the first to come to your mind since I�ve heard you walked around with him for awhile. But now, because of your lie, you�ve stirred up a shit load of trouble. Pardon my language.� She looked up at him through her tears. �Even if you come clean, and say it wasn�t Bakura, I�d doubt your brothers will believe it. Your lie is just prefect for them to raise hell against us. Pardon my language.� She hung her head.

�I guessing saying �I�m sorry� won�t help, will it?�

�No, it won�t. And don�t bother telling your brothers what Sveyn has done to you. I still don�t think they�d believe you if you said Sveyn was the one who raped you.� She turned her back to him.

�I�m sorry for causing you and your family so much trouble.� She said softly.

�It�s a little late for that now. However, I regret to inform you that I will be reporting this to King Olaf and Yami.� She spun around and gripped his tunic in her small fists.

�No! You can�t tell the king!� She begged. �Please don�t tell him! I beg of you!� Seto took her wrists in his hands and pushed her away.

�I�m sorry, but those are my orders from the king. He already knows it was Sveyn who did this to you. I told him, but I needed you to confirm it.� She fell to her knees, clutching onto the bottom half on his tunic.

�I fear what my punishment will be!� Seto stepped away from her.

�Stop touching me! And I seriously doubt you�ll be punished.�

�But Yami-�

�Won�t hurt you. Although I suggest avoiding him. He can be unpredictable at times. But you don�t have to worry about being punished by the king. I can promise you that.� She nodded with a sniffle. �Now get up and go back to your brother. I�m finished with you.�

Seto turned around and left the girl without a goodbye. Now he had to go tell the king that he got her confession and this case can be laid to rest. But Seto knew this wasn�t over yet. He knew that no matter what, the Oddvar�s would still blame Bakura for their sister. They couldn�t let their guard down for a second.

On Yami�s orders, Keith was now Annar�s official babysitter along with Hrothgar�s dog Kier. He had to tie a rope around Annar�s waist like Marik had to have done to him to keep him from wondering off. Yami said for him to find Annar some kids his own age to play with. Annar giggled as he decided he wanted to ride on Kier�s back. The dog let the boy climb up on his back and Annar gripped the fur on Kier�s neck.

�Giddy up, doggie!� Kier barked and trotted a small ways in front of Keith. Annar spotted a stand that had a basket of many colorful flowers. He jumped off Kier�s back and ran over to the flowers, gawking at the colors. Keith and Kier joined him but Keith had to slap his hand away from pulling out all the flowers. �Can me by some for mommy?� Annar asked.

�With what?�

�Me money!� Keith raised an eyebrow.

�What money do you have?� Annar reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins.

�Me took them from daddy�s money bag!�

�Do you know how mad your daddy will be when he finds out?� Keith said warningly with his hands on his hips. Annar just grinned and clutched the purse to him.

�IF, Unkie Keith! IF daddy finds out. He�s not! You and me keep secret!� Annar put his fingers to his lips and giggled. Keith rolled his eyes.

�You�ve been hanging around your daddy�s brothers for too long. That sounds like something they would do and say.� Annar nodded happily.

�Unkie Bakura told me to take money from daddy�s sack! He said me can buy all kinds of food! But me want to buy flowers for mommy. Mommy�s very sad, and flowers make people, happy. Right Unkie Keith?

"Well, alright. But don't take any more of your daddy's money, okay?" Annar ignored him and started picking the flowers he wanted from the large basket. When he had a reasonable amount of various flowers, he jumped up and down to get the attention of a seller. Keith lifted the boy up and sat him on the edge of the stand.

"Lady, me buy these!" Annar called to a middle-aged woman who was carrying another basket of wild flowers. She walked over to the two with a gentle smile.

"Hello there, little boy. Are you buying these for your mommy?" Annar nodded.

"Uh huh! Me picked them myself!" He said and practically shoved the flowers in her face. "See!" She laughed and pushed the flowers away from her face.

"Okay, since you're so cute I'll only charge one gold coin." Annar gave her a coin and turned to Keith.

"You buy some too, Unkie!"

"I have no reason to buy flowers." The woman pushed a bouquet of flowers towards him. "I really have no need for them, miss."

"Don't you have a special lady to give them to? Women love flowers!" He didn't have a woman, but he had a man he wanted to give them to. Duke probably wouldn't accept them knowing the flowers were from him. But maybe if he gives it to him as a token of forgiveness, he'll accept them. Or maybe he'll just leave them in his tent for Duke to find with a note. It was worth a try.

"Alright, I'll take some. Give me about..." He had to count the money in his leather sack. "Five." He said with a frown. He didn't have enough money to buy any more. The tugging on his sleeve grabbed his attention from his thoughts. Annar was shoving a handful of his, or rather Yami's, money.

"Here Unkie Keith! You take these! Buy more! Buy more!"

"I can't take your money." Annar blew him a raspberry and handed the
woman three more gold coins.

"GIMMIE!!" He ripped five more flowers out of her bouquet and handed them to Keith. "You take these!" Keith took the flowers and added them into his bouquet. "See? Much better! More pretty colors!"

"Thanks kid, but you didn't have to." Annar hopped off the table and climbed back onto Kier. "Bye lady!� He waved and the three started to walk off. �Unkie Keith, where to next?�

"We're going to the fields where children your age should be present. Your parents want you to have a social life." Annar looked up at him.

"Me 'fraid to meet kids."

"Don't be afraid. I'll be off to the side watching you. Just jump right in and ask if you can play." Annar gulped but nodded.

"O-okay."

When they arrived at the end of the camp where the fields were, there was a group of kids playing all kinds of assorted games. Annar looked over at them and smiled happily. Some boys were playing with a ball, kicking it back and forth. A small group of girls had their rag dolls and were giggling about whatever they were talking about. Another group of boys were wrestling and another group were playing with their carved wooden animals. Annar looked up at Keith and silently asked if he could go and join in the games.

"Go ahead, Annar." Keith shooed at him. "Go have fun."

"YAY!" He leapt off of Kier's back and before he could run off to play, Keith grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

"One more thing. Play nice! I don't want to hear about or see any biting, got that? No rough stuff!"

"Okay Unkie Keith."

Keith let him go and watched as the boy ran off to join the others. He immediately went to the group of boys who were playing ball. Keith couldn't hear them talking, but they looked like they were letting Annar in on their game. When he realized that they were getting ready to play, he sat himself down on the nearest bench, laying his flowers for Duke and Annar's next to him. Kier sat down in front of him and wagged his tail silently. Keith couldn't take his eyes off Annar so he just ruffled the dog's furry head.

The boy seemed to be getting along with Annar, that was until he missed the ball when it was kicked to him. They all started laughing and one said something to Annar, pointing to him. Whatever the other kid said made the others burst out laughing. Keith could see Annar was angry and confirmed this when the boy kicked the ball at the kid who started the whole thing. He could hear Annar shouting but couldn't make out what he was saying. He wanted to go over there, but he figured he'd just embarrass Annar more. No doubt the kids were making fun of him. Keith knew about that all to well.

It wasn't long before Annar hung his head and walked away from the group of laughing children. Keith was expecting the boy to haul off and punch the other for laughing at him, but he didn't. Kier wagged his tail when he saw Annar coming to them and barked his excitement. Annar pat the dog on the head and looked up at Keith with angry, yet sad eyes.

"Annar, what happened?"

"They make fun of me. They say me too fat to kick the ball!" Keith picked the boy up and sat him on his knee.

"What did you say back to them?"

"Me said me can't help the way me look. Me really that fat?" Annar asked with large, sad eyes.

"No, you're not fat, you're healthy. Those boys out there do not come from a rich, wealthy family like you do. You are very fortunate that you can have food whenever and wherever you like. They�re just jealous." Annar just sniffled, but he didn't start to cry.

"Me want go see Mommy."

"Alright, I'll take you to mommy."

Yami's tent

Yugi was lying on the furs, an arm slung over his eyes. Yami was still next to him, but was in a deep sleep and snoring away. Yugi found he couldn't sleep, constantly being woken up by memories of his rape. He thought that by being with Yami he would be safe, but the event must still be too fresh in his mind to put him at ease. He felt physically safe with Yami, but he couldn't protect what was in his mind. Sveyn haunted him in his dreams and thoughts. He just couldn't shake himself of the man.

As he laid there, he couldn't help but wonder about his friends. How did they get through this? Malik sold himself every day for them and always came back as if nothing happened. Malik said he got used to it and found ways to enjoy it, even if he hated it. Poor Ryou was raped before he had ever even laid with a man, much less a woman. His first time was nothing but rape, fear, and helplessness. He wasn't present with Duke when he was taken away to live with Keith, but he was sure his friend fought the whole time. Unlike himself, who had no choice but to give in. There was Jou, though. Jou has yet to lay with Seto after he was raped in the castle by Pegasus's men. But that was a while ago and he would think Jou would be over it by now. Was he going to become like that too? He wanted to lay with Yami, but Yami won't lay with him. He was doing the complete opposite of Jou. 'Is something wrong with me?' he asked himself. Shouldn't he be acting more like Jou in this situation?

"Mommy!" Yugi sat up right away when he heard the sound of Annar's voice. His sudden movement made Yami wake up also, slightly disoriented. Annar darted through the flap and jumped over his father to clutch onto Yugi.

"Annar baby? What's wrong? Why are you so sad?" Annar sniffed.

"Some meanie kids made fun of me!" Keith walked in the tent, leaving Kier outside. "They called me fat!" Yugi gasped.

"Why would they say such a thing?!"

"Because me missed the ball!" Yami sat up.

"Waz goin' on?" he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Who's makin' fun of you?"

"These low born kids." Keith said. "They're skinny as rails and I told Annar they're just jealous of him because he�s healthy." Yugi hugged the boy close.

"Oh Annar, it'll be alright. You don't have to play with those boys if you don't want to."

"You should have punched them!� Yami said. �That would have taught them not to mess with you!�

�But too many boys were there, daddy! And Unkie Keith told me to play nice so I did! Me wanna punch them!�

Yugi frowned as he watched Annar make a fist, growling softly. Annar was, without a doubt, a full blown Bolverk. All three of the brothers feel the need to lash out and attack anything that is angering them. He didn�t want Annar to be that way, but being around his crazy uncles and all these violent games, he knew the boy didn�t� stand a chance. He�d just have to deal with a barbaric son and husband.

�That�s my boy!� Yami said with a grin and ruffled the boy�s hair. �And you�re not fat, you�re healthy. And you know, Uncle Bakura was quite the husky one when he was your age.� Annar�s eyes widened in surprise.

�Really? Unkie Bakura?� Yami nodded.

�Yup! Just one small, bouncy ball of butter!� Annar laughed and clapped his hands.

�You know what, daddy?! Me was bigger than all those kids, too! Me tall boy!� He said and emphasized it by holding his hand high above his head. �Me be big and tall like Unkie Marik!�

�Oh dear, we can�t have that.� Yugi said with a tiny smile. �All the small woodland animals of the country should be forewarned.� Yami shook his head as he took in Yugi�s words.

�Nah, I don�t think he�ll be as big as Marik. Our father�s side was always big, and I got a mix between both parents. Marik�s birth mother, I�m assuming, were big because he�s taller than average in the Bolverk family. And Bakura, well, Bakura is ALL his birthmother. As for Annar, Tea�s side isn�t very big, so he�ll probably be average size. Which is good, since we do NOT need another large, barbarian rouge walking around.� Yugi chuckled

�No, we certainly can�t have that.� They heard Keith clear his throat and turned to him.

�Annar, don�t� you have something to give to mommy?�

�Oh yeah!� Annar jumped out of his mother�s arms and ran over to Keith, who reached outside the tent to grab the flowers. Annar squealed with excitement and ran back over to Yugi, stepping on his father�s legs in the process. He practically shoved the bouquet of flowers in Yugi�s face. �Here mommy! Me got these just for you! Do you like them? They make you happy? Me want you to be happy! Happy mommy! Not sad mommy!�

Yugi looked at the flowers in front of him, but he didn�t smile. As much as he wanted to smile for Annar in thanks, he instead frowned. One of the flowers was a reddish-orange, much like the Oddvar�s hair color. When he put the connection together, he began to tremble in fear, the memories all coming back to haunt him again. On reflex, he smacked the flowers right out of Annar�s arms, the petals swirling in the air around them. Everyone stood in shock by Yugi�s sudden outburst, Annar most of all. He watched the petals flutter around them with wide confused eyes, then turned them up to his mother. Yugi was still shaking, also surprised by his sudden, violent action.

�Mommy?� Annar said in a small, pitiful voice. �Mommy? Why don�t you like my flowers?�

�Yugi?� Yami said to him calmly, rubbing one of the shaking shoulders. �Yugi, what happened?� Yugi�s wide eyes soon narrowed and filled with tears. He buried his face in his hands and started to sob. How could he have done that to poor Annar? He was his son, a little boy trying his best to make his mother feel better, and he responds by smacking away the flowers. Damn that Oddvar for what he did to him! The memories and images just wouldn�t leave his head, no matter how hard he tried to push them back. He could feel Yami�s hand on his shoulder and Annar�s soft, hurt voice.

�I�m sorry, Annar!� Yugi said, his voice slightly more pitched. �I didn�t mean too! Mommy got scared!� Annar blinked up at him in confusion.

�Why mommy?� He asked innocently and tugged on the front of Yugi�s tunic. How could he explain it to a little three year old boy? The boy wouldn�t understand, well, he didn�t understand either. None of his friends EVER acted like this when they were raped, so what was wrong with him?

�Yugi, just calm down.� Yami said soothingly, his other free hand now resting on Yugi�s other shoulder. �Tell us what happened.� Yugi rubbed his eyes roughly and sniffed. He had to tell Yami, whether Annar understood it or not.

�The color!� he started. �The color of that flower�was the same color�.as my rapist!�

�Seeing the flower must have trigger a memory.� Keith said from his place at the door. Annar reached up and stroked his mother�s cheek.

�No cry, mommy. No cry. Me sorry.� Annar gathered up the other flowers, leaving the orange one on the ground. �Here mommy, that better?� Yugi made a small smile through his tears and took the flowers.

�T-thank you, Annar.�

�You welcome, mommy.� Yami nudged the boy in the side to get his attention.

�Why don�t you run along with Unkie Keith now, let your mother get some more rest.

�But me want to stay with mommy. He�s sad.� Yami picked Annar up by the waist and pulled him away from Yugi, laying the boy on the side of him.

�I said to run along with Keith now, so do it. I�m here with mommy, so there�s nothing for you to worry about.� Annar looked over at Yugi who was still staring down at the small bouquet of flowers. �Run along now.� Annar hurried over to Keith when he heard the firm tone in Yami�s voice. Keith picked him up and sat the boy on his shoulder.

�Lets go get something to eat, okay?�

Annar nodded and held on to the back of Keith�s hair as he walked out of the tent. Carefully, he reached down and picked up his bouquet for Duke. Kier wagged his tail from his spot on the ground as he saw the pair come out. Keith snapped his fingers and Kier got up to follow the two. They stopped in front of Duke�s and Keith peeked inside to see if he was there. Luckily, Duke wasn�t in the tent to throw something at him so he laid the flowers up against the side of the tent.

�What you doing, Unkie Keith?� Annar asked, putting a finger to his lip.

�This is for Auntie Duke. I�m trying to tell him I�m sorry.� Annar cocked his head to the side.

�Sorry? What you do?� Keith didn�t say anything, or rather, couldn�t say anything. What could he say? That he did to Duke what the rapist did to Yugi? He couldn�t tell Annar that.

�It�s a secret between Auntie Duke and I. I can�t tell you.� Annar smiled.

�Ooooh! Okay! Me won�t say anythi- Look! Auntie Duke is coming!� Annar whispered in his ear and pointed.

Quickly, Keith kept his grip firm on Annar�s ankles and made a break for the back of some tents. He slowly peeked around the corner of the tent to see if Duke notices the flowers. He had decided not to put a note on the flowers but to tell Duke in person. As soon as he picked up the flowers, he would come out and tell Duke they were from him. With Annar on his shoulder, Duke would refrain from any hitting, kicking, biting, or cursing. All in all, it was a fool proof plan! He held his breath when Duke saw the flowers by the flap. He bent down to pick them up and studied them with a smile. Keith was just about to turn the corner and voice his presence, when someone else beat him to it.

� �Afternoon, Duke.� Said Tristan as he walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Duke looked up at him with a bright smile, which confused him. �Aren�t you going to complain about my smell?�

�How can I complain about you when you leave me these beautiful flowers!� Tristan raised a confused eyebrow and Keith�s jaw fell open.

�I did?� Duke leaned up and gave him a peck on the mouth.

�Oh, stop playing dumb!� Duke teased, putting his face in the flowers and smelling them. Tristan just scratched his head, trying to remember if he really DID get Duke flowers. Well, if it made Duke act all �lovey dovey� towards him, then he wasn�t going to say anything to spoil it.

�I�m glad you like them, Duke! I saw them and immediately thought of you!� Keith slapped an hand to his face and drug it down slowly. He could NOT believe this was happening to him!

�And I know just how to thank you, too.� Duke said seductively and pushed up against him. �So don�t work too hard.�
�I�ll be ready!�
�And you don�t even have to wash up this time.�
�Wow! If you�re like this, I�ll get you flowers whenever you want.� Duke laughed.
�Just don�t get carried away. I�m going to go ste- buy a vase to put these in.� He winked at him. �I�ll see you later tonight.� Tristan winked back.

�See you then!� Back behind the tent, Annar was pulling on Keith�s short ponytail, trying to get his attention. Keith was still staring at Duke�s retreated figure.

�Unkie Keith! Unkie Keith! Why you not tell Auntie Duke you buy them
for him? Unkie Tristan didn�t buy them.� Keith saw a barrel of old apples to the right of him and went to take one out. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he stepped out from behind the tent and threw it at Tristan, hitting the man square in the head.

�OW! �The hell was that?!� He saw Keith standing by a tent, and he was the only other person around, so he must have thrown the apple. Tristan rubbed the small lump forming on his head and glared at him. �What did you do that for?! What did I do?!� Keith gripped Annar by his ankles and stormed off.

�Nothing! You didn�t do anything!� Tristan watched the two leave, still rubbing his now aching head. What the hell was going on today away? First the mystery flowers, then Keith randomly throwing an apple at him. Maybe he really should have stayed in bed this morning, or maybe he was working to hard. Oh well, didn�t matter. He had a date with Duke tonight and he wouldn�t have to listen to the �You Stink Don�t Touch Me� speech. Today was turning out to be pretty good.

At the arena, a group of Vikings were preparing for some practice fighting, or rather, unauthorized fighting. They were trying to decide who would fight who, and of course, Marik heard the word �fight� travel along with the wind. Immediately, he took off to the arena, grinning like a wolf and pushing his way through the group. The men exchanged nervous looks, fearful of Marik�s skills and craziness.

�What�s this I hear about fighting?!� He said excitedly, bouncing in place.

�You men going to cross swords?!�

�Uh, yeah�� Said one of the men �But we�re only�er�only practicing! Yeah, only practicing!� Marik stood up strait and cracked his knuckles, making all the other men twitch at the sound.

�Don�t lie to me! I know you men are planning some unauthorized fighting and I want to be a part of it too! So who goes first?!� The men looked at each other again.

�Uh��

�Never mind! I�ll go first to get the ball rolling!� He pulled out his sword from his belt �Who wants to go against me first?!� The Vikings exchanged worried looks again, all of them silently wondering how they could get out of a �Bolverk Beat Down�. Everyone knew Marik sometimes didn�t know his own strength and could accidentally break their necks, or limbs. Marik frowned and put his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at the men.

�How come no one ever wants to fight with me?! I�ll be gentle!�

�W-well�� Stuttered one of the men, looking to one another. All of them were hoping the other would step forward and volunteer. Marik tapped his foot as he waited impatiently for an opponent. When no one was moving, Marik decided that it was time for HIM to pick.

�Alright then, if you can�t decide, then I will!� The men all gulped and shuffled their feet a bit in the dirt.

�Why are you torturing those poor men?� Came a familiar voice. �I�ll be your opponent.� Everyone turned to see Seto standing behind them with a confident smirk. Marik returned the smirk with equal enthusiasm and twirled his sword. The other men all backed away as fast as they could, giving Marik enough space.

�Well, well, this is a surprise, old friend.� Marik said, eyeing Seto up and down. �I don�t believe we�ve EVER crossed swords before. In training or combat.� Marik twirled his sword again and stuck it in the ground by his left foot. �Are you sure about this?� He asked with amusement. Seto just scoffed.

�As sure as I�ll ever be. You caught me in a VERY good mood today and I could go for some sword play.� He took out his sword and twirled it around his fingers three times. Marik raised an eyebrow at him and nodded.

�I�m impressed. However, it will take hell of a lot more than fancy sword work to take me down! And why are you in such a good mood anyway? Did Jou finally let you have him again?� Seto narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly.

�No, and that�s none of your business. I�ll have you know that I solved
a very �important� case and I�m quite proud of myself. Since I�ve so busy with this case, I�m ready to let off a bit of steam by pummeling you into the ground.� Marik threw his head back and laughed.

�That�s rich, Seto! You really think you can beat me? I can chew you up and spit you out like I used to do for Bakura�s meat!� Seto stuck his tongue out.

�That�s the only �big brother� thing I ever remember you doing�it�s edged in my mind and it�s never going away.� Marik started stretching his body this way and that, making Seto chuckle beneath his breath.

Allowing no time for his opponent to ready himself, Seto charges. His lighting fast movement shocked Marik and he almost didn't dodge Seto's first thrust. He knew he must find a way to counter Seto's high rate of movement. Seto swung his sword again and Marik jumped back, once again just barely avoiding it. Seto wasn't lying when he said he was in a good mood. He had NEVER seen Seto this energetic before in his life. He finally managed to get a strong hold of his sword and swing it back towards his opponent. Seto easily dodged it, and have an amused smirk on his face as he quickly did a side swing. Marik hopped out of the way but he did get a very small, painless cut.

"It seems that I have struck the first blow." Seto stood victoriously and held his sword up by his face. "Brains always wins over brawns." Marik chuckled.

"Please, it was barely a scratch! You may move quick, but that won't help you when you're just standing there."

Before Seto could react, he found his airway suddenly blocked by pressure. Marik had proven that he could be fast too, and Seto found the battle worn hand encircling his throat. His hands went up to grip at Marik's wrist and tried to relieve himself of the crushing grip. Marik sneered and slowly raised him off of the ground, his boots dangling just inches from the dirt. He He brought his knee up and shoved it into Marik�s abdomen, making him double over slightly. It was enough for Seto to get his feet back on the ground and to pull out of Marik�s grip. He backed away and rubbed his neck, narrowing his eyes at Marik. Marik was already over the blow to his stomach and had his sword over his shoulder.

�It�s best if you just give up now, Seto.� Marik said with a smirk. �There�s no reason to hurt yourself.� Seto straitened his back and readied his sword again. He tried to keep his breathing even so Marik couldn�t see the effect of his bear-like grip.

�I�ve never backed down from a fight, so what makes you like I�d back down to you? You know damn well that I could take you down! You�ve never been the sharpest sword in the sheath.� Marik sneered at that comment then charged at Seto with his sword. He swung mightily, meaning to knock the sword from his hand, but Seto blocked the blow, using two hands to hold his weapon. The blades crossed and he stared at Seto between the sharp edges of their swords.

�You think you win under my strength?� He suddenly found himself on his back as he feet were kicked out from under him.

�Yes, I believe I can!� Marik�s eyes narrowed and he pushed himself up to his feet. He raised his arm, swinging his blade. Seto deflected the blow and countered with an arc toward his side. Marik stepped back and dodged, spinning to attack again. The blade slammed down above Seto�s head and he parried with a mighty swing.
Back at the camp�

Malik and Ryou were busy washing Bakura�s laundry. They had Hrothgar find some water for them so they didn�t have to go all the way to the lake. Malik couldn�t find his husband anywhere so he decided to help Ryou wash Bakura�s clothes. Jou had suddenly rushed into the tent, making the two jump out of their skin.

�What�s wrong, Jou?� Malik asked.

�A Viking just came and told me that Seto and Marik are in a fight! They�re in the arena now, and they�re not sparring!� Malik jumped up, dropping the freshly cleaned tunic in the dirt.

�What do you mean they�re fighting? Whatever for?�

�I don�t know, but the man said that they were fighting each other and he thinks we should stop them.�

�Good idea, I don�t want Seto getting hurt.� Jou narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips.

�Seto can handle himself, but I fear for Marik.� Malik narrowed his eyes right back at Jou.

�My husband is one of the fiercest warriors on this land! Do you honestly think Seto can hold his own against
Marik? My husband outweighs yours!� Ryou�s head darted back and forth from the two, becoming more nervous with each word.

�Weight and muscles has nothing to do with it! My Seto is a highly skilled warrior who uses his head rather than brute strength! He can dance rings around Marik!� Ryou pushed between the two, separating them with his arms.

�Guys stop! You shouldn�t be fighting like this! Your
husbands are equally matched and you know it. Instead of arguing over who is better, you should go and stop them! They could hurt each other!�

�Ryou�s right, lets go to the arena.� Said Jou.

�Alright.�

The two left with each other and ran as fast as they could to the arena. Sure enough, they saw their husbands engaged in a sword fight. Jou and Malik exchanged glances before dashing into the arena towards their battling husbands. Marik saw them out of the corner of his eye and he turned his head, which led to Seto hitting him with the butt end of the sword.

�Stop it you two!� Shouted Jou, and hearing his voice drew Seto�s attention.

�Jou?�

�What�s going on here? Why are you two fighting?� Jou asked his husband. Malik was hanging off of Marik, rubbing the now noticeable bump forming on his head.

�Marik was itching for a fight so I gave him one.� Seto said flatly but still glaring at Marik. Marik mouthed �fuck you� to him before turning his face into Malik�s gentle caresses.

�Well, you�re both evenly matched so you might as well not continue this little spar.� Jou said to his husband, brushing some dust off of his shoulder. �Come on Seto, lets do a little shopping! You never take me shopping!� Seto gave him an amused look.

�I buy you things all the time.� Jou started to pull on him.

�But I want to pick the stuff out! And you�ve been so engrossed in this case that you�ve been ignoring me!� Seto rolled his eyes.

�Oh, alright. I�ll take you shopping.� He glared at Marik, telling him silently, with his eyes, that they weren�t finished yet. Marik gave him a sly look in return.

Later that night, Annar peeked his eye opened and focused on his parents at the far end of the tent. He could see his father�s back, but knew his mother was on the other side. He could hear his father�s light snores to confirm that he was indeed asleep. Annar crawled out of the basket bed and tip toed out of the tent. He knew he shouldn�t be out without his parents or his uncle Keith, but he had to go and talk to Auntie Duke.

Kier lifted his head and wagged his tail as he watched Annar come towards the tent. He was sleeping outside Keith�s tent, probably getting some fresh night air. Annar went over to him and cupped the dogs nose with his hands. Kier didn�t struggle or bite, but he did wiggle his nose a bit.

�Shh.�

Annar whispered to the dog and let him go. Kier put his head back down between his front legs and watched as Annar snuck in to Duke�s tent. His aunt and uncle were sound asleep at the far corner of the tent on the furs. Duke was asleep facing the tent flap and Tristan had his back to him. That would make it easier for Annar to wake him and not his uncle. Quickly, he tiptoed over to the furs and shook Duke�s shoulder.

�Auntie Duke?� He whispered. �Wake up, auntie. Auntie.� Duke mumbled something and opened his eye lazily. When he saw it was Annar, both his eyes shot open in surprise.

�An-� Annar put one chubby hand against Duke�s mouth and a finger to his lip with his other.

�Not so loud, Auntie Duke. Me have to talk to you.� Duke moved away from the boy�s hand and sat up on one elbow.

�What is it? And why are you out here with no supervision? Do your parents know you�re here?� Annar shook his head.

�Me snuck out, but me go back after me talk. Come Auntie!� Duke sighed and slid out from under the furs, not waking Tristan. He followed Annar outside the tent.

�Now what is this all about?�

�Unkie Tristan didn�t get you flowers.� Duke�s eyebrows went up in surprise.

�Oh?�

�Unkie Keith got them for you to say he was sorry. Me know because me help him pay for them.�

�Oh really?� Duke suddenly disappeared inside the tent and then came out with the bouquet of flowers. Annar watched as he walked into Keith�s tent, ignoring Kier completely. He heard a gasp from inside the tent and Duke came back out. �Go back to your tent, Annar. And thank you for telling me the truth.� He went back into his tent and Annar decided to peek through the flap. He watched as Duke slid back into the furs, then looked down at Tristan. He raised his hand and slapped Tristan hard, then quickly pretended to be asleep. Tristan shot up from the bed, confused and aching.

�What the hell was that?� He said out loud, holding a hand to his stinging cheek. He seemed to recall Marik saying that once he woke up thinking someone had slapped him. He looked over at Duke who was sound asleep, (or rather, pretending to be). Tristan sighed and laid back down. �I must have been imagining things.�

Annar just shook his head and turned away from their tent. He saw that Kier was up and standing outside of Keith�s tent flap, his tail wagging slowly. Annar went over to him and pushed the dog aside so he could peek in. Keith was sitting on a chair, picking out various colored flower petals from his hair. The stems of the flowers were scattered all over the ground beside his bed, only a few petals remaining on each. Annar started to bite at his nails, wondering if he had made things worse. Maybe his aunt didn�t want to forgive his uncle. Maybe he should have not said anything. He bid Kier �goodnight� and hurried back to his tent.

End Chapter 11

Bonus Story: More Lies My Brothers Told Me

Lie #1:

�And so, the little boy woke up from a VERY scary nightmare�� Said Yami to his little brother. The room was dark except for a small candle throwing off a dull glow. Bakura clutched his stuffed horse and shook in fear as his brother continued on with the scary story. �As he threw his legs over the side of the bed, he heard a deep, dark growl�� Bakura gasped.

�What was it?� He asked in a shaky, timid voice.

�Well,� Yami continued �The little boy thought it was just his dog outside his door having a bad dream too, so he hopped onto the floor to go find his parents. And as he did, something came out from under the bed and grabbed his ankles!� Bakura�s hair nearly stood up strait as he gasped.

�What happened?!�

�The little boy screamed for help, but no one heard him! And then the monster slowly pulled him under the bed and into it�s large, sharp toothed mouth!� Bakura was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, his eyes wide. �And the little boy was never seen again.� Yami hung his head in mock morning. �Poor little guy. But they say he comes to the beds of little boys who steal pies from the kitchen.� Bakura gulped and his eyes widened. He HAD taken a pie from the kitchen today! �Well, it has nothing to do with us.� He stood up. �It�s late, so why don�t you go to bed now.�

�I need mommy to put me to bed.�

�Don�t worry, I�ll go get her. You just climb in bed.� Bakura nodded and ran to his bed, jumping up onto it. He crawled up to the pillows and got under the covers, waiting for his mother. As promised, his mother came in her nightdress to tuck him in. She pulled the covers up to his chin and brushed his bangs out of his face.

�Goodnight sweetie.�

�mommy?�

�Yes dear?�

��nevermind.� She smiled and kissed his cheek.

�I�ll see you in the morning.� She blew out the candle and closed the door gently behind her. Bakura shook in the dark room and sucked on his thumb nervously.

Marik�s Room:

�Marik, are you in bed?� His mother called as she peeked into the room. She noticed that Marik was not in his bed. �Oh dear, now where could he be?�

Back in Bakura�s room:

Bakura sat strait up in bed when he heard a sound like thumping. He remained silent and looked all around, seeing nothing but the darken figures of the furniture. There came a growling from under his bed and his hair stood up on end.

�Could�could it be!?� It must be the monster! Bakura wasn�t sure if he should cry out for help or just wait for it to go away. If he called out, it might come up and attack him! The growl became louder and something hit the mattress, making Bakura nearly jump out of his skin. What was he going to do?!

�Marik?� He heard his mother�s voice out in the hall. �Marik dear, where are you?�

�MOMMY!� Without thinking he jumped off the bed and something grabbed his ankles. �AHHHHHHHHH!�

�GRRRRRRR!!!� Went the monster loudly. Bakura fell to the floor and the monster started to pull him under the bed. His mother came barreling through the door at the sound of his cries.

�Bakura! What�s wrong?!� The monster let go of his ankles as the door opened. Bakura cried and ran to his mother, gripping her nightdress.

�THERE�S A MONSTER UNDER MY BED AND IT TRIED TO EAT ME!� He sobbed into the silk, tugging on it as he did. She bent down to pick him up and rub soothing circles on his back.

�There, there now, don�t cry. There�s no monster under the bed, silly.�

�YES THERE IS! IT GRABBED MY ANKLES!�

�Mommy will go look under the bed for you.� Bakura gasped and gripped his mother�s ears.

�No mommy! He�ll eat you too!� She just laughed and walked over to the bed.

�You�ll see there�s nothing to be scared of.� He clutched onto the front of her nightdress, hiding his face in her neck. She bent down on the floor and lifted up the fallen sheet. �See, there�s nothing under there.� Behind them, Marik was tip-toeing towards the door, hoping to make a clean getaway. However, he tripped over Bakura�s wooden sword and took a tumble. They both turned their heads to the sound, seeing Marik smiling sheepishly at them. She stood up with Bakura and shook her finger at the boy on the floor.

�I think we found the monster.� Bakura glared at Marik and shook his fist at him.

�You big meanie! Tell daddy to spank him! HARD!� Marik gasped.

�Please no, mommy! Don�t tell daddy!�

�Don�t tell me what?� Came their father�s voice as he entered the room. �What�s going on in here? I heard screaming.� Marik gulped and crawled under Bakura�s wardrobe.

�Tell him mommy! Or I will tell him!� She sighed and shifted Bakura in her arms.

�He was scaring the baby again. This time pretending to be a monster under the bed.� Their father moved to stand in front of the wardrobe, his hands on his hips. Marik could only see his boots and the left one tapping.

�Out!� His father commanded and Marik scurried out from under the furniture.

�Spank him daddy!�

�I'm on it!�

�No darling, don�t!� His wife pleaded, stopping him.

�Now why not?! He�s scaring the baby!� Bakura glared.

�I�m not a baby!�

�Marik will have no pie for dessert tomorrow after dinner.� Marik gasped.

�No mommy! I want pie!!� She glared at her husband.

�See? He feels remorse and I didn�t have to use violence.� He just sneered and crossed his arms. �Bakura, would you like to sleep with daddy and I tonight?� Bakura sniffled and nodded, wrapping his arms around her neck. He stuck his tongue out a Marik.

�That�s not fair, mommy!� Marik whined. �I want to sleep with you and daddy too!� She shook her head.

�Bad deeds do not go unpunished.� Marik crossed his arms and stomped out of the room. Bakura blew a raspberry at him.

Lie 2

One day, Bakura was in his room playing with his collection of wooden farm animals his father had made for him. His father had carved them just for him since Yami wouldn�t pass on his toys and Marik wouldn�t share. There was a knock on his door and his brothers entered. He looked at them suspiciously, wondering why they were here together.

�Bakura! You wouldn�t believe what I�ve heard!� Said Marik, pretending to be shocked.

�What?!� he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

�We just heard mother and father talking about you.� Said Yami. �They were saying that you aren�t really a boy, you�re a girl!�

�What?! That�s not true! I�m a boy!�

�Nuh-uh! You�re a girl! Daddy said so because you have long hair! And you�re skinny.� Said Marik. Bakura tilted his head in confusion.

�Really?�

�Really.� Yami repeated. Bakura scratched the back of his head and frowned.

�But I don�t� want to be a girl.�

�You can�t help the way you were born.� Yami said seriously. �And now that you know, we need to dress you properly.� Marik grabbed Bakura�s wrist and started pulling him.

�Come on, we�ve got everything you need!�

They pulled Bakura into Yami�s room where the �girl� supplies were laying on his bed. Marik had taken a dress from their little cousin who was visiting. It was green with long sleeves and gold trim. The two stripped Bakura of his clothes and slipped the dress on over his head. Yami set to threading the criss-cross ties in the back, making sure each one was even in length. Marik had a brush in one hand and a tie in the other. Bakura let out a few whimpers of pain as Marik pulled tightly on his hair, trying to put it in a pigtail. To Bakura, it felt like Marik was pulling his skin up high as well. Then he set to do the other one, and when he did, it came out crooked. Bakura�s pigtails were lopsided and the left one had more hair in it than the other. And not to mention his crooked part. It looked more like a zigzag. Once they were finished, the two pranksters looked over their work.

�Marik, you have no talent for hair. But I guess that can be assumed, by looking at your hair.� Marik hissed at him. �But Bakura, you DO look like a little girl now!� Marik nodded.

�Yeah, yeah! Go show mother and father! They�ll be so�surprised to see you!� Yami chuckled.

�Especially father!� Bakura picked up his dress and ran out the door to show his parents. After a few seconds, Yami and Marik fell to the floor, rolling around in laughter. They had tears in their eyes as they clutched their bellies.

Down in the main hall, Bakura saw his parents up on the dais sharing a bottle of wine. Luckily, the hall was empty except for them. He picked up his dress bottom again and walked gingerly over to his parents. When they acknowledged his presence, Bakura curtsied, or tried to anyway. His parents exchanged confused glances.

�Honey, is that our youngest son, Bakura?� He asked flatly, looking down into his wine goblet, then at Bakura, then threw it behind him to shatter.

�Look mommy and daddy! I�m a girl!�

�WHAT?!� His father hollered, clutching at the armrests hard enough to crack them. She put a hand to her mouth and giggled.

�Yes, we can see that. You look adorable, Bakura.� He sent a glare to his wife.

�Honestly! Do you HAVE to encourage him?!� She continued to giggle.

�But darling, he�s only a little boy. He knows not what he does. He�s just being silly.� Bakura shook his head.

�Oh no, mommy! I�m a girl!�

�For the love of Odin, you�re a BOY!� His father shouted, pointing a finger at him. �No girls have sprung from MY loins! Now take off that ridiculous outfit before the other nobles see!�

�But I can�t! My brothers said that you and mommy said that I was really born a girl.� His father slapped a hand to his face while his wife shook her head.

�Your mother and I have never said that, Bakura. You were born a boy and you will remain a boy.� Bakura shrugged his shoulders.

�How come? Why did they say you said I was girl?� His father sighed.

�Okay, first off, they were tricking you. Second, when you hide under mommy�s dress, do you have the same thing she has?� Bakura thought for a second, then shook his head.

�No.�

�THEN YOU�RE A BOY!�

�WAHHHH! THEY GOT ME AGAIN! WAHHHHHHHH!� He ran off crying with his mother chasing close behind him. Now he had to get up to find his blasted sons and bang heads.

Lie #3

It was a beautiful spring day in Norway and the Bolverk family were out in the grove having a picnic. The boys were on the blanket, eating away at the two pies their mother had packed. Bakura had the apple pie and Yami and Marik shared the blueberry. Bakura seemed to have the pie everywhere but in his mouth. Their parents were further away from them, on the swing their father had built for their mother. Bakura and Marik wanted to play on the swing too, to be pushed by their daddy, but Yami said to leave them be. He said that adults need their time alone once in awhile. So they had to find a way to entertain themselves.

�Hey Bakura, is that the apple pie from today?� Ask Marik and Bakura nodded.

�Yeah, the cook made it.� Marik gasped.

�Not the fat cook with the missing eye?!� Bakura swallowed the last piece of pie and went for the next one.

�Yeah, why?�

�That pie is for the Count who comes tonight!� Said Yami. �The one father hates! He asked the cook to put poison in it!� Bakura�s eyes went wide with fear.

�R-really?!� Marik gasped.

�You ate it too!� He turned to Yami in mock fear. �Yami, what are we going to do?! Bakura is going to die!� Yami gasped in mock horror.

�You�re right! Oh no, Bakura�� Yami shook his head. �Your life has only just begun.� Bakura�s tears started welling up in his eyes.

�Hey Bakura, now that you�re going to die, can I have your carved farm animals?� Bakura�s bottom lip began to tremble as tears pored down his face.

�I�I guess so�� Bakura sobbed out loud and ran to his parents. When they saw him coming, his mother hopped off the swing and knelt down as he ran into her arms, crying into her chest.

�Bakura dear, whatever is wrong?�

�I�m going to die!�

�Who the hell told you that?� Asked his father in annoyance, his hands on his hips.

�I ate the poison pie you sent for the count by mistake!�

�Poison pie?� He repeated in confusion. �For the count?�

�Marik and Yami said it was poisoned and I just ate it!� He continued to sob and his mother looked up at her husband, silently telling him not to lash out at his sons.

�Bakura, there never was a poisoned pie.� She said gently to him, stroking the top of his hair. He looked up at her with damp eyes and sniffed loudly.

�There isn�t?� His father shook his head.

�Of course not! It�s true I�d like to tear that count apart and feed him to the dogs, but I�d never do something so cowardly as use poison! You�re brothers are once again playing a joke on you and for the hundredth time, you fall for it!�

�GO HIT THEM DADDY! HIT THEM HARD! ON THE HEAD!�

�Now dear��

�I�ll get them later!�

Lie #4 THE REVENGE!

Bakura was busy playing with Smokey in the garden when he noticed his father coming up to him. He picked Smokey up in his arms and watched his father kneel down in front of him. Bakura smiled at his father.

�Hi daddy.�

�Good morning, Bakura. I have a little�something to share with you.� Bakura grinned, thinking its going to be a treat.

�Oo! Oo! What is it? What is it?!�
�Come sit on my knee.� Bakura hopped onto his father�s knee and let Smokey run off to do cat things. �I�ve been thinking about this for awhile, Bakura, and I thought of a trick you can play on your brothers.� Bakura�s eyes widened.

�Really?!�

�Mmhm. Now, you can�t tell your mother we�re planning this, or she�ll try to stop it. She�ll find out later, alright?� Bakura nodded.

�Yeah! Now tell me! Tell me!� His father smirked.

�They�re going to be in for a real surprise.�

Late one evening, when the two eldest Bolverk sons were asleep, a little �mouse� slipped silently into their rooms. The �mouse� first visited his second oldest brother, Marik. Marik was mumbling in his sleep about food and didn�t hear the �mouse� enter his room. Slowly, the �mouse� began painting little green dots of paint onto Marik�s face with his fingers. Marik was still asleep by the time the �mouse� was done and he scurried off to his next victim.

In Yami�s room, the eldest brother was sleeping soundly on his back, snoring lightly. The �mouse� did the same to him as he did Marik and scurried out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

When the sun began to rise, Bakura met up with his father and took his hand. The two first went to Yami�s room and entered.

�Yami? Are you awake?� Yami stirred in the bed and moaned, peeking an eye open.

�Father?� Asked Yami, groggily. His father pretended to be in shock.

�Gods above! You have it!�

�Have what?� Asked Yami, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

�That god awful disease!� Yami sat strait up.

�Disease?! What disease?!�

�It�s so horrible, I can�t even pronounce the name!� Actually, he hadn�t thought of one, so he had to cover it up. Yami jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror, gasping as he looked at the green dots on his face. Bakura had to hide behind his father to keep from laughing out loud.

�By Odin�s bones!? I am sick!� Yami turned fearful eyes to his father. �What does this illness do, father?�

�It turns you slowly green! It is passed to men and women alike from frogs that have leapt from Asguard! They are very rare, but are VERY deadly!� Yami gasped.

�Oh father! Is there any antidote for this illness?!� His father shook his head sadly.

�I�m afraid there isn�t. I�m going to loose my heir!� Said his father sadly and fell to his knees to hug him. Yami looked over his shoulder and saw Bakura looking sad also. Yami figured he must have heard them talking. He felt some tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back. He had to be strong!

�I�m sorry, father.�

�Hurry! We must check on Marik! I hope he doesn�t have the same thing!� The two sons followed their father to Marik�s room where he burst in, startling Marik awake. Marik sat up strait, also covered in green dots. �By the gods above, you have it too!�

�Have what?!� Marik asked, wondering what the hell was going on.

�That god awful illness from the heavens! Your brother has it too!� He shoved Yami in front of him so Marik could see. Both brothers gasped as they saw each other�s faces covered in green spots. �You both have it now! I�m going to loose my next heir also! He turned to Bakura and winked. �Bakura�you�re going to have to take daddy�s place after I�m gone�� Bakura nodded.

�I will, daddy.� Marik jumped out of bed and ran to clutch at Yami�s nightshirt, tears welling up in his eyes.

�Father, isn�t there something you can do to save us?!� Marik asked anxiously, hoping to hear what he wanted to hear.

�I�m sorry, but like I told your brother, there is no antidote.� He shook his head sadly. �Why must young lives be taken so horribly!� He said mockingly to the gods, shaking his fist. �Why must you torment them and those around them!� Yami was on the verge of tears and Marik�s were already falling down his face. Bakura pretended to sob and ran to his brothers, holding them tight.

�Wahhhhh! I don�t want you die! I want you here with me!!�

�I can�t face your mother at this moment. I couldn�t bare to see the look on her face when she knows that her darling boys are going to die.� Yami and Marik ran out of the room to their parents quarters where they knew their mother would be. They burst through the door and startled their poor mother who nearly dropped her porridge.

"MOTHER! MOTHER!" They both shouted and jumped on the bed.

"Children, be careful! You almost knocked over the breakfast tray. And what do you have all over your face?" She asked as she placed the tray on the end table.

"Mommy, we're going to die!" Said Marik, burying his head in her chest and crying.

"What?"

"Father says we have a disease that comes from the frogs that leap from Asguard! There is nothing to cure it!" She narrowed his eyes.

"Oh really?" She licked her thumb and rubbed it over one of the green spots on Yami's face. The paint came off a bit and she showed the light green spear on her thumb. "You're not sick, and you're not going to die. This is only green paint." Yami and Marik exchanged glances. "I think your father and baby brother are playing a little trick on you." Yami growled and crossed his arms, then pouted angrily, upset with himself for being so easily fooled. Marik just slapped a hand to his face and drug it, also wiping off some of the paint.

"That was mean!" Marik said angrily. His mother just sighed.

"Well, what goes around comes around." She said. "You two aren't very nice to your little brother either. I think he teamed up with your father to get you back." Sure enough, there was snickering coming from outside the room. Bakura jumped in and pointed at his brothers, laughing loudly.

"Ha ha! I got you! I got you! You two were crying like little babies!!" He said in a sing song voice. "Nyany nyany boo boo!" He blew them a raspberry. They just pouted, flushing from embarrassment. Their mother giggled.

"Now, now, Bakura, don't taunt you're brothers too much. You gave them quite a scare."

"Daddy helped me think of it!" His father appeared behind him.

"Darling, you're suppose to be the parent." She shook her finger at her husband. "You're just as bad as they are."

"I was just helping the kid out. Now you two," He pointed to Marik and Yami. "Go get cleaned up before that stuff stains." Yami and Marik got off the bed and walked out of hte room with their heads bowed. Bakura just grinned at them and then stuck his tongue out as they walked by.

"Revenge is sweet, right daddy?" He asked with a smile, tugging on his father's pants. He bent down and picked Bakura up.

"That's right son." Bakura heard his mother sigh.

"You're all impossible."

The End

Bonus Story 2: Return to Pineapple Island

�LAND HO!!� Shouted Marik at the top of his lungs as he spied a piece of land ahead. All the men gathered to look at the island, relieved that they can now rest for a few days. The Vikings rowed their longboat to the shore and pulled the rest of it up onto the sand. Yami and his brothers, plus Seto, stood side by side as they looked over the island forest in front of them. Seto stroked his chin as he thought about this piece of land they were currently resting on.

�I think this is that kingdom of pineapples.� Seto said to his companions.

�PINEAPPLES?!� Bakura nearly shouted in happiness. �I need to get a HUGE supply this time!� Yami grabbed onto the scruff of his tunic as Bakura tried to make a dash for the island forest.

�Hold it, Pineapple Boy.� Yami said sternly. �Remember what happened last time we were here? Oh Pineapple Queen, Bakura!� Bakura turned blue in the face at the memory. He fell to his knees in the sand.

�No! This can�t be! I need to do my annual pineapple hunt!� Yami rolled his eyes. �Wait, can�t we just sneak around? We�ll keep the ship here, and go out by ourselves!� Seto put his hands up.

�Hell no,� he said calmly �Keep me out of it. The last thing I need is to be thrown into a giant pot of hot water by some uncivilized natives. I�ll stay here with the men.� Bakura pulled on the bottom of his brother�s tunics, giving them large puppy eyes.

�I want to go get pineapples! Please! Please �big brothers�!� That would get to them! A little begging to get something he wanted never hurt him! Yami and Marik exchanged glances. Marik was, as always, eager for an adventure and mischief. Yami read the expression on Marik�s face and sighed. He really wasn�t up for going pineapple picking, but he couldn�t let Marik and Bakura out of his sight. Who knows what trouble they could get themselves in to.

�Oh, alright.� Bakura jumped up and hollered his joy.

�Lets go!� Bakura and Marik immediately took off, racing each other for the trees. Yami yelled and ran after them.

�DON�T RUN AHEAD OF ME, BASTARDS! HEEL DAMN IT! HEEL!!� Seto watched them run off and realized something. They didn�t have the wagon. He quickly ordered the men to assemble the wagon so he could bring it to the others. By the time they were done, Bakura�s happy whooping was growing fainter.

�WAIT FOR ME! YOU FORGOT YOUR FUCKING WAGON!� Seto shouted and took off after them.

Somewhere in the depths of the jungle�.

�I AM IN PINEAPPLE UTOPIA!� Bakura shouted playfully as he weaved in and out around the pineapple bushes. Seto had managed to catch up with them, but had to rest for a bit and fan himself with his fur shawl. Yami stood by him and the two watched Bakura pick the pineapples. Marik was doing the same, but just following behind him, catching the occasional tossed pineapple.

�So far I haven�t heard a thing.� Seto said, wiping some of the sweat off his brow. Yami leaned his back against a palm tree.

�That�s not a good sign, then.�

�I know. Either someone, or something, is stalking us. I hear no birds, or any other animal at all. We should go back, this isn�t our territory.� Yami frowned.

�Try telling that to �Pineapple Happy Boy� over there.� Suddenly, an arrow wisped through the air and stuck in the tree, but not before pinning Yami�s hair to the bark in the process. �WHAT THE FUCK!?� Seto jumped up and reached for his sword, then remembered he didn�t� bring one.

�I CAN�T BELIEVE THIS!? I FORGOT MY SWORD BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT BAKURA�S FUCKING WAGON!�

�TO HELL WITH THAT! MY HAIR IS STUCK!� Seto tried to get it free, but the arrow was tangled around the knots.

�Oh, swell!� Seto growled out sarcastically. Before they knew it, the four men were completely surrounded by the Pineapple Island natives. They stood back to back, Marik still with an armful of pineapples and Bakura with chipmunk cheeks. He had already eaten two, but refused to swallow, yet. One native yelled in a strange tongue, pointing at them with a look of pure rage.

�Didn�t some of these guys talk like us?� Marik whispered to his brothers.

�HAULT!� Came a strong voice.

�I was right!� Marik whispered again.

From the line of natives came the leader of them all. He was much bigger than the last time the brothers saw him. He had more muscles with darker skin from the sun. Seto couldn�t� get over the man�s headdress. The leader wore the green tops of pineapples around his tie for his long black hair, and he had more sticking up from his crown. For some reason, his sense of style bothered Seto more than the situation they were in. In fact, all the natives had the pineapple greens somewhere on their body.

�You! White seamen!� He pointed to our heroes.

�Semen? As in�� Marik repeated, raising an eyebrow. Yami rolled his eyes.

�Seaman! As in �S-E-A-M-A-N!� Not �S-E-M-E-N�. Fucking moron!�

�Ohhh.�

�SILENCE!� Shouted the chieftain, pointing his large spear at them. �We eat!� He looked at Bakura and smiled. �We marry.�

Bakura �eeped� and hid behind Marik, praying to Odin that the man didn�t recognize him. Maybe Loki heard his prayer instead of Odin. The leader said something in their language and a guard suddenly shoved Bakura onto the soft sand. Yami and Marik tried to make a move to help him but more spears were just pointed closer. The leader stabbed the spear into the sand, inches away from Bakura to get his attention. Bakura looked up and glared at the chieftain.

�My wife!�

�NO! I cant� be your wife! I�m a man!� Bakura argued, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and anger. The chieftain puffed out his chest.

�We marry with stars!� He said and pointed up.

�NO!! I WILL NOT DO IT!� Yami then stepped forward, ignoring the spears pointed at him.

�Pineapple king, lord, master, whichever, you can not, I repeat, can NOT marry this man!� The chieftain crossed his arms and glared at Yami.

�Why?�

�Because he�s already married! To him!� Yami pushed the closest one of their group onto the sand next to Bakura, who just happened to be Marik. Bakura turned blue in the face and his jaw dropped, completely in shock. Marik just smiled stupidly and brought Bakura into a tight hug.

�We�re in love!� Bakura was frozen stiff in his brother�s arms. The chieftain scowled and stabbed his staff into the ground.

�YOU! FIGHT!� He commanded, pointing at Marik.

�With you?� He scoffed. �Piece of pie.� The chieftain turned to his men.

� Pu meht eit!� ( �= Just written backwards. I�m lame. >_>)

The men ran passed their leader and tackled the four. Bakura was easy to tie up and carry, but the others put up a good fight. It took about eight men to wrestle Marik and five for Seto. Yami decided not to put up a fight so he wouldn�t be hurt. He needed to use his head to think of a way out of this, and he didn�t need to be sporting battle scars either. This wall all his brother�s fault anyway and he was NOT going to take a beating for him.

Everyone was carried (or rather dragged) through the village of the natives. It hadn�t changed since the last time they were here. They still had the pile of pineapples and the HUGE wooden statue of their god, which was still a pineapple. But they went through the village and further into the jungle. They went on for a bit longer before they ended up in a new area, a large one. It had a HUGE circle of stones in a clearing of trees. There was a large circular platform that surrounded the top of the stones. It was made from bamboo and topping the posts were new or rotten pineapples.

Yami and Seto were kept tied together, surrounded by numerous natives with large spears up on the bamboo platform. Bakura was separated from the others and forced to sit next to the king. He was tied up against the bamboo throne, now dressed in what had to be the �queens� attire. The others wondered why they had to leave Bakura and some natives behind. They had to dress him. He had a matching crown of pineapple tops and a long dress made out of the most hideous fabric he had ever seen. Poor Marik was hanging upside down from a thick log of wood with two skeletal remains of men. His feet were spread slightly apart and the ropes were cutting into his ankles. Not to mention the hot sun beating down on him.

�Damn�I hope I don�t get burned in wrong places!�

While he was handing, the natives were lowering a large wooden box decorated with what looked like evil pineapples into the arena. Marik really couldn�t make out what they were on the box since all the blood was rushing to his head. Suddenly, two natives climbed up the side of the poles and cut Marik down from the log. Four more caught him at the bottom and dragged him to the stone arena. He was thrown over the wall and landed roughly in the sand. He sputter some of it out of his mouth and shook a bit from his hair. He looked around and all the natives were either sitting or standing on the platforms.

The natives pulled on the rope that was tied to the box. The front of the box started to slide open and a deep purr or a growl came from inside. For a second, Marik thought it was Smokey coming back from the dead, but he wasn't prepared for what it REALLY was. A large cat with orange fur and black stripes leapt out from the box. Marik let out a scream and immediately started to run with the tiger close behind him. The tiger chased him around the stone arena roaring and growling.

�THAT�S NOT SMOKEY!�

"What the hell is that thing, Seto?!" Asked Yami nervously, watching his brother run from the strange animal. Seto was just staring at it with wide eyes.

"I have no idea! It's a large cat of some kind!"

"He's going to be killed!" Yami struggled in his binds, trying to break free to help his brother. Seto let out a gasp.

"Stop it Yami! You're squeezing the breath out of me! Give me a few minutes to think!" A spear banged twice next to them, urging them to cease their movements. Bakura was struggling in his binds as well, shouting Marik's name through the gag.

Marik was still running in circles, trying to escape from the tiger. The natives all cheered and shouted, waving their weapons around. As Marik ran by, they tried to stab him with their spears or chuck pineapples at him. Being a skilled Viking warrior, he managed to dodge the weapons with only a few scrapes. He held his arms up and grabbed the first spear that came in front of him, pulling it out of the native's hand.

Marik turned around and held the spear out in front of the tiger. The tiger ran into it but the stone blade only scrapped it's shoulder. It roared at him but backed away, pacing back and forth. Marik held the spear and readied himself for another attack. The tiger waved its paw at him, claws outstretched. Marik batted the large paw away with the spear and tried to stab at the beast again. He held the spear over his head and brought it down onto the tigers head, making it his and roar. It leapt at him again and Marik sent the spear into his front hind leg. Something hit Marik in the head and he realized it was a pineapple.

"I did NOT just get hit with a pineapple!" He let his guard down for that second as he picked up the pineapple and the tiger lunged at him. He let out a scream and acting on his feet, he shoved the pineapple in the tiger's mouth and jumped out of the way. The tiger bit right down on the pineapple and it exploded in it's mouth. Marik whimpered and took off in a run again. The spear wasn't helping him in the least.

While the natives were busy watching the fight, they didn't notice that Yami and Seto were rubbing the ropes against one of the bamboo poles. The rope was made from a soft material, Seto noticed, as it fell apart after a few rubs. The two jumped up and grabbed the weapons from nearby natives. Seto with a spear and Yami with a club. They jumped down into the arena, their weapons raised and ready to fight. Marik saw them and his eyes lit up with joy.

"You guys broke free!"

"Look out behind you!" Shouted Seto and Marik ducked as the tiger leapt at him, but ended up going over him. It saw the two new men in the arena and went for them instead. Yami swung his club and whacked the tiger in the face, making it back away and roar. The three joined together with their weapons ready.

"Seto, what is that thing?!" Asked Marik. Seto just sighed and spoke softly.

"Why does everyone keep asking me?"

"You're the smart one!" The tiger jumped at him again and he thrust his spear forward. The tiger backed off and went for the other two. Yami managed to club the animal again, this time on it�s head. Seto then used his spear to thrust it into the beast�s chest. The tiger roared in pain and leapt away from them, bleeding from its neck.

�It�s wounded! Get it!� Seto held Marik back.

�I landed a firm blow, Marik. I don�t think he�s going to charge at us again.� But Seto was wrong. The tiger lunged at them with it�s mouth opened wide, it�s teeth sparkling in the bright sunlight. Marik thrust his spear and managed to send it through the tiger�s open mouth and out through it�s head. The natives fell silent as they watched the death of the animal, not believing their eyes. Marik held the spear firmly, shaking it a bit do make sure the animal was dead.

�It�s dead.� Marik put his foot onto the animal�s bleeding chest and kicked it, letting the bloodied spear pull from it�s mouth. The natives all gasped and started talking wildly amongst themselves. Bakura was bouncing up and down on the throne happily, muttering something that sounded like �we kicked your ass�! Marik held the spear up over his head and placed one foot on top of the carcass.

�I HAVE BEATEN YOUR CREATURE OF EVIL, PINEAPPLE KING!� Seto leaned over to whisper to Yami.

�That has got to be the WORST title I�ve ever heard. How can he say it so seriously?� Yami shrugged his shoulders.

�NOW THAT I HAVE SLANE YOUR BEAST, I DEMAND THAT YOU RETURN MY WIFE!�
Yami and Seto couldn�t help but start to chuckle at the �wife� bit. The pineapple king sneered and gripped the knobs of the armrest. An old native, which looked to be an advisor, said something to the king that made him hang his head. The king said something in their native tongue and Bakura was cut loose. Immediately, he jumped off the platform and landed in the hot sand. He ran over to the others and Marik made sure he ran into his arms.

�We still need to play the part!� He whispered to Bakura. Bakura grit his teeth and had to hold back the vomit that built up in his throat as he returned the embrace. Marik�s hand was PURPOSFULLY sliding down to his ass! He was going to DIE when they got out of this. Then the unthinkable happened. Marik crushed his lips to Bakura�s, making his brother literally turn to ice. Seto tried not to make a face of pure disgust to give them away. Yami had to put a hand to his mouth and stomach, feeling like he was going vomit. That was the most disgusting sight he had ever seen.

A ladder was lowered down into the arena and the four quickly climbed out. The natives never moved to try and stop them but just lowered the ladder on the other side. They climbed down from the platform and were starting to leave when Seto stopped.

�What�s wrong?� Asked Marik, his arm wrapped around Bakura�s waist.

�Hold on for a second.� He picked up a stone and tossed it at the pineapple king�s head dress, knocking it clean off. �You look better without it!� His friends looked at him. �I hated that thing!� The natives started shouting battle cries and waving their weapons in the air, jumping from the platform. �Oh shit!�

�HEAD FOR THE SHIP!� Yami shouted and they took off in a run.

�RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!� Marik had to shout after him as the natives started to chase them. Marik had to shout after him as the natives started to chase them. They ran through the jungle with the natives hot on their trail. Luckily, their men already had the boat in the water. They saw their lords coming and one ordered to ready the arrows. However, the natives knew better this time and backed away into the jungle before the arrows could fly.

�Hey, the gave up!� Bakura shouted to his brothers and Seto. They all stopped and looked into the jungle overgrowth.

�You�re right! They must have learned from last time.� Said Seto. Bakura walked up to Marik and punched him square in the jaw. Marik fell to the sand with a loud �thud�.

�HOW DARE YOU PRESS THOSE DONKEY LIPS TO MINE!� Marik glared at him.

�I DO NOT HAVE DONKEY LIPS!� Yami replied the image of his brothers kissing in his mind against his will and he turned around to vomit. �I HAD TO PLAY THE PART OF LOVING HUSBAND!� Bakura glared daggers at him as he stood over his brother.

�What about your hand on my ass?! Did you HAVE to go that far?!� Marik grinned.

�I just couldn�t pass up and opportunity like that! Pissing you off is one of my favorite things in life, Bakura. You know that. And you have such a pert little ass, too.� Yami and Seto had to hold Bakura back before he jumped onto his brother.

�I�LL KILL YOU, BASTARD!�

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