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Fleeing the Shadows	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I�m going to beg your forgiveness once more � for
the delay in posting as well as how this chapter turned out. My mind is not
really on my writing at the moment, so if it�s bad � I apologize. Please feel
free to let me know if it was atrocious!

My father died of complications two weeks ago, and
24 hours after that my friend that I had mentioned earlier died as well, so,
yeah � it�s been one hell of a ride the past couple of months. And I�ve had no
interest in finishing either of my stories for about a month now. I�ve had to
force myself to even sit down and try. Seeing as this is my stress outlet �
that�s pretty lame!

Anyways, before we start � thanks to ObsidianJade, Moondalian,
Dragonlady222, Catti and Rayemoon
for your kind words and thoughts.

I hope this chapter explains most of the plot holes
in this story � yes there will still be a few left for the next chapter. And if
you guys want me to mess with our favorite characters and put in the lemon for
the next chapter � let me know.

And now � this fic has no
historical value � I know that Celts were not blood thirsty as they are
portrayed in this fic. I own absolutely nothing right
now � eventually maybe I will own the Cleveland Clinic�s ass, but until then �
I don�t own don�t sue! And this is Yaoi � even if the
lemon isn�t in this chapter! Have fun!

Last chapter:

�I have walked the earth for around three thousand
years in many forms�each lifetime imprinted on my memories to be used in the
next. It was the result of a spell that I was able cast right before my soul
was torn in two � my light half stolen from me. I was one of the unlucky
ones�as was Isis. You see, this is our
punishment�for not being able to save our young Pharaoh, the rest of the
priests, the light halves of our souls. We doomed ourselves to remember every
failure�every disappointment, until we could redeem ourselves by saving those
who were torn apart that ungodly night�with the help of a traitor��

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Flashback:

�Traitor!!! You�son of a jackal! How could you?! I could
rip your beating heart from your body and throw you to the beasts of the Nile�!�
Shadi snarled as he strained against the bonds that held him fixed to the large
stone slab.

The blue
eyed priest couldn�t believe that he had practically led his Pharaoh, his
living god into this fix. All by trusting this�this traitor.
Everything that had happened and would happen to their young sovereign, it was
all on his head - his and the rest of the priesthood. They were the ones who fell
right in with the traitor�s plan, all but handing their young king over to the
invaders on a silver platter.

�I highly
doubt it.� Came the sardonic reply.

Someone
outside of Shadi�s�
line of vision stuffed a piece of foul smelling cloth unceremoniously
into his mouth, silencing him, as the traitor to the throne calmly walked over
to where he was currently held immobile against the rough stone

The
treasonous priest chuckled insanely. �You will not get the chance. By the time
Ra is reborn, I will be the ruler of this land�and you shall be nothing but
ashes. Your soul will not even find sanctuary in the afterlife.�

Shadi glared
ice at the taller man as he laughed, but his inability to move even the
slightest bit made the look ineffective.

Turning to
face the rough group that had managed - in a sneaky, well planned maneuver - to
overtake not only the entire priesthood, but the young Pharaoh and his elite
guard, as well, Akunadin spoke, �Tonight victory is
ours! We are Gods among men! Soon it will be time to feed the shadows, but for
now � feast, celebrate our victory!�

Shadi�s
blood ran cold when he got his first good look at the invaders as they moved
from out of the shadows. Celts!!! The beastly men from the
cold north. He had heard tales of the fierce northerners with their pale
white skin when he was a child, from the survivors of trading parties that had
gotten lost. He lost all train of thought in his shock.

The white
heathens never ventured this far outside of their borders! In fact, they had
never been seen out of their wintery region. What
were they doing here, in Khemet??! How had they
gotten here? And more importantly�why?

The fifty or
so men clustered inside the temple of Osiris raised their weapons and gave a loud roar of
approval. Most of them turned to leave the room for the promised feast, their
work finished for the moment. His speech ended, the traitorous priest made his
way towards a small group of fully cloaked men who remained clustered off to
the side of the room, unmoving.

�All is set?�
One of the men inquired.

�Down to the last detail. They won�t know what hit them.� Akunadin replied with a chilly smile.

�And the men?� Another asked.

At this
question, Akunadin deferred to one of the other
cloaked men. The hooded man nodded back at him, unspeaking.

Seeing he
was still the spokesman, the priest rolled his eyes. �Neither will they�none of
them are needed but for the first part of the ritual. We will sacrifice them,
along with the guards. You had better hope that you gave the Pharaoh enough of
the drug, he is more powerful than he looks. I would hate for this to fail.�

One of the
men snickered. �Didn�t seem all that mighty to me.�

The priest
glared down his nose at the hooded man. �That is because I caught him�and the
others unaware. I assure you it would not be that easy a second time. He is
well versed in shadow magic. Do not take him lightly. Come; let us join the
feast in the outer hall until it is time.�

With that
warning delivered, Akunadin ushered the group out of
the chamber.

Shadi waited
until the men were out of sight before working the cloth out of his mouth with
a dark glare of self loathing. No one had suspected a thing. His fellow high
priest was brilliant in his treachery. The visitors were supposed to have been
just another group of emissaries from Rome, and neither he nor his subordinates had any idea
that they were anything but. Right up until two of the Druid priests had
inadvertently shown their faces in a meeting with the Pharaoh.

And by that
time it was too late, Akunadin moved swiftly,
disabling everyone in the throne room with a powerful shadow spell that shook
the palace walls and unseated many of the statues guarding the throne. A spell
that no one even realized he knew.

Looking
carefully around the dim, torch lit chamber; the blue eyed priest noted that
the prisoners were left without guard. Were they that confident that no one was
going to escape? What were they planning? Normally when a coup was successful,
the former regime was quickly killed off to prevent anarchy. What was the
purpose of keeping them alive? It had something to do with the ritual that Akunadin was talking about, Shadi would have bet his life
on it.

�Pharaoh!�
He hissed. �Pharaoh�wake up!�

After three
unsuccessful attempts to rouse his unconscious ruler, the terrified priest
realized it was no use. Whatever they had drugged the powerful god king with,
it left him completely lifeless. Shadi was thankful for that at least - as the
robed men had defiled the young sovereign not long after forcing him to ingest
the concoction. He would have hated to see the terror in the young king�s eyes
as the group of robed men had their way with him, leaving him battered and
bloody before lashing his arms and legs to a couple of posts and hoisting him
off the ground.

Right now Egypt�s monarch was kept upright and standing only by
the tautly stretched ropes that held him splayed between two poles, his
magnificent, sun kissed body laid bare for all to see, royal clothing scattered
about the floor, his crown nowhere in sight. It was as if they had put him on
display at the front of the room for everyone to witness his degradation.

Shadi was
grateful that he had been the only one halfway conscious during the assault on
his young king. No one needed to witness that. It was bad enough that he had
seen it, and that Akunadin had turned a blind eye to
the petite ruler�s torment. The traitor priest needed to answer for his crimes!

�Since he could get no answer out of his
lifeless king, Shadi gave up and turned his gaze to his fellow priests. He
could already tell there was no help to be had there. All the priests were tied
down tightly to what amounted to strangely engraved stone altars set up facing
each other in two precise rows.

Isis � his
lover and the mother of his unborn child, Seto, Mahaado,
Mahaado�s apprentice - Mana,
Karim, Siamun, Marik, they
were all out cold�wait, what were Siamun, Marik and Mana doing here? They weren�t even part of the priesthood.
In fact, Marik was a part of the guard. And what was left of the royal guard
was staked out unceremoniously to the floor in between the altars and the
Pharaoh, bloodied and beaten. Marik should have been with them.

Shadi made a
quick scan of the guards on the floor, looking for one person in particular.
Speaking of the guards, where was Jou? He wasn�t staked to the sandstone floor
like the rest of his comrades. The fiercely loyal head of his majesty�s elite
guard was missing completely.

Shadi
scanned the rest of the room, looking for Jou. There was no sign of the loyal
guardsman. But, at the far end of one of the rows of altars there was a young,
white haired man that the priest was quite sure he had never laid eyes on
before.

Focusing on
the mystery person at the end of the row, tied to the only altar that didn�t
have a matching companion set across from it, Shadi ascertained that the teen
was versed in shadow magic; it was stamped prominently on his aura, as it was
with Marik. Who was that boy, and why, after reading his aura, did he have the
nagging feeling that he should know him?

The blue
eyed priest contemplated those many questions as he worked feverishly to try
and free at least one of his hands. It was of no use, the ropes were too thick
and tied too tightly for him to even consider breaking free. And judging from
the noise in the outer corridor, he didn�t have much time left to try. It
sounded like the group in the other room was heading his way. In that instant,
Shadi decided that he would give his life, and soul to protect his Pharaoh -
and hopefully his lover and unborn child as well. He just needed to know from
what.

�See, I told
you nothing would go wrong.� One of the robed men spoke as they filed into the
room. �We are better than these lowlifes in every way.�

The man hit
the floor with the force of Akunadin�s unexpected
blow. �Never assume that you are superior us! You forget that were it not for
me, you would not have this! You would not have him, have them!�

The man
glared ineffectually back at the tall priest from his place on the floor, wiping
blood off his chin, looking towards the other robed men for help.

One of the
other men stepped into the room, behind the traitor�s back. �And you shall be
rewarded for that.�

The man
snapped his fingers and ten of the crude men who had taken over Khemet surrounded the furious priest. �In fact�I think it
is time for you to reap your reward. Ready the last altar!�

�What is the
meaning of this?!� Akunadin roared angrily as the men
roughly forced him to the ground.

�It appears
that I was mistaken�we need ten after all.� The cloaked man who appeared to be
the leader of their group snickered in an effeminate voice. It was the first
time that Shadi had heard the man talk; all other communication went through
the others of the group. Even in their earlier meeting.

Shadi
couldn�t believe that the traitor, Akunadin, had the
gall to think that he wouldn�t be betrayed. He almost laughed at the man�s
plight. But to do so would bring him unwanted attention. He needed to have
their attention diverted elsewhere if he was going to attempt to escape. An
almost imperceptible movement caught the corner of his eye, and he slowly
turned his head.

Across the
room Shadi barely made out the shadowy figure of Jou, the head guard, peeking
out of a hidden crevice behind the altar that Seto was tied to. How had he
gotten there? Where was he throughout the coup? Well, wherever the blonde guard
was previously, maybe he could help where Shadi could not. At that moment,
Shadi wished he was able to convey his thoughts to the frightened guard.

Jou shrank
back into the shadows behind his lover�s stone prison, shaking violently in his
anger. He watched the group of strange, pale men as they set up yet another
altar, looking for a flaw that would enable him to strike. One against so many
was impossible odds, so he knew he had to time it just right. There was no room
for error on his part.

�His light, honey brown eyes narrowed as the
men hoisted his king�s traitor on to it, bound and gagged. Bastard! He deserved
his fate! The bleached blonde shook his head, focusing back on his task.
Somehow, he needed to free the priests, and his Pharaoh. And all he was armed
with was the small, ornate blade that Seto had gifted him with on their last
anniversary. The task was nigh impossible. But he would do it, he had to.

He was the
only one left and he had known it ever since he woke up earlier, alone in one
of the darkening corridors of the palace, his hands still wrapped around the
throat of the cold body of the man he had chased out of the throne room, to
find that the palace was completely deserted. He wandered the extensive grounds
for what seemed like hours, searching for any other survivors. There wasn�t a
soul to be found anywhere. Even the Pharaoh�s wife and only son had
disappeared, he hoped to safety.

It wasn�t
until he had headed towards the city, frightened and disoriented, that the
guard literally stumbled across the trail of carnage that led him to the temple
that was situated between the palace and the city. One of the men, he wasn�t
sure from which side, was bleeding profusely. And it left him enough of a trail
that he was able to track them to this violated sanctuary.

Using one of
the hidden pathways that he had learned of as a child of a temple servant, the
stunned guard made his way into the dimly lit chamber that was supposed to only
have been used by the priests. These invaders defiled the temple by their mere
presence. And that was before he witnessed what they had done to his Pharaoh.
The thoughts greatly irritated the blonde and made him wonder why the gods had
yet to strike them down. What else had happened while he was out?

All he could
remember before waking to fuzzy sort of numbness was fighting against these
pale strangers�and then darkness. He was certain that he had been hit with a
powerful magic spell. That would account for the lack of wounds on his body and
his inability to gather his wits. It galled him that someone had used an
underhanded tactic like that. They were winning the fight damn it! Until that moment. At least he knew who the traitor was now.

Crouching
back out of sight behind the large stone pillar as the leader of the band came
into view, Jou continued to watch the strange men as he looked for ways to
unbind his lover and his friends from the stone. How they had the priests tied
though was proving to make it a challenge. Jou would almost have to reveal
himself in order to get at the ropes. And he had no intention of doing that
yet. If he fucked up there was no one to help him.

At the words
of the robed leader, Jou jerked his narrowed gaze towards the front of the
chamber, gritting his teeth in anger�

�I spit on
your god-ling! He is worthless. Tonight we separate light from dark and become
masters of the shadows! We become the gods!�

Shadi
snapped his head to the front of the room to see that the leader of this group
was standing directly in front of their helpless Pharaoh. As he looked on with
wide, frightened eyes, the cloaked man withdrew a blade from the folds of his
clothes and marked the king�s exotic face deeply, drawing blood. The young
Pharaoh fought against his drugged state, jerking his face from the pain the
man was inflicting. But the man turned him back to carve more strange symbols
into his skin. Blood ran from the various wounds to drip casually to the
sandstone floor.

Once the
hooded stranger was finished covering the victimized ruler in odd drawings that
ended down around his navel, he hacked off the prominent lock of blonde hair
that fell into the king�s face. Then he began chanting as he backed away, the
others in his group falling in with the mantra. The man moved until he was
directly behind the fallen monarch. Taking the knife, he proceeded to make more
carvings until he was satisfied, grinning as the petite king thrashed about
helplessly, before tossing the stolen hair into the air to let it float to the
ground, scattered by the growing winds.

Shadi
cringed with each slash of the blade, seeing the look of pure agony that
crossed his king�s drug clouded face. It was obvious that the young man was
fighting to clear his head, but with the drug induced haze, he was unable to do
more than cry out in pain, his expressive features tightening in his torment.

It was then
that the blue eyed priest noticed that the winds had picked up violently in
this chamber that had always been protected from the elements, whipping his
clothes about in a frenzy. And not only that but a
sinister, roiling cloud of blackness was beginning to emerge from the air
behind his young monarch, growing more ominous with each word of the chant
until it reached enormous blackened proportions. What the hell?

That was
when Shadi began to feel the pain. It started as a low, nagging throb that beat
in time with his heart, twisting his insides as it grew along with the dark
cloud and the violent winds. He heard some of the guards cry out in pain. Not
long after the first cry ,louder and more unearthly
shrieks began to come at him from all around the room, the shrill sounds
reaching to the heavens themselves.

In that
heart stopping moment, the blue eyed priest knew that the invaders would
succeed. They would succeed in the ritual they were trying to enact. He
couldn�t stop this, but he needed to stop what came after. The blue eyed priest
knew what he had to do. Closing his eyes, Shadi began to recite a spell of his
own, heedless of the gnawing, growing pain, praying that no one would hear him
above the clamor.

With this
shadow curse, Shadi would ensure that he would forever protect those that were
to be split. And they would be split; he understood what this ritual was for.
The wording might not be the same, but the intent was. These strangers fully
intended to split the souls of the priests and the Pharaoh in two. Powerful
shadow magic. Something not to be messed with, for it could backfire just as
easily as it could work.

Why on earth
would the strangers risk their own lives like this? What could they possibly
gain from splitting souls? There were several different spells Shadi could
think of that involved the use of half souls, but nothing that could be used
immediately, unless� The priest�s thoughts trailed away as a burst of pain
brought a cry to his lips. It took nearly all his concentration to keep his
chant going.

The
horrified screams of the guards staked to the floor, and of the men who had
fought against them earlier in the day barely penetrated Shadi�s
hearing above the now gale force winds and the pain coiling within him. Then,
mere minutes after the shrieking had begun�there was a strange, deathly
silence, broken only by the infernal chanting and the howling, whipping winds.

Chancing a
look, Shadi was almost ill at the sight that greeted him. Where there used to
be living, breathing human beings tied out on the ground and others milling
around, there was now nothing but piles of bones, flesh and blood. It was as if
they had all been turned inside out and left to rot. The sight was sickening,
bringing tears to Shadi�s eyes..

He turned
his tear stained face from the carnage, still chanting his hex quietly, only to
look straight into the deep brown eyes of his wide awake,
and frightened lover. She stared back.

Another tear
escaped his moist, swollen eyes, as the blue eyed priest thought of how he
would never get to meet his unborn child. He would never witness the milestones
that came with along that birth � watching as the child learned to walk, and
talk, to pass on all the things that his father did with him when he was old
enough. Never.

�Conveying all his love into one long, last
glance at his lover, Shadi fought to continue his curse, biting back a groan of
agony as his eyelids fell closed. He couldn�t think any more. The pain was
worsening; he could feel his insides threatening to break free from his skin He
fought against the continuous pain knowing he had precious little time to
finish his spell.

�After a few moments, the blue eyed priest
began to hear a soft undercurrent of words that didn�t seem to blend with the
outsiders� mantra. The very act of opening his eyes had by then become a pain
filled chore, but he had to see what was happening. The pressure built behind
his eyelids as he peered out and around the room weakly. What he saw amazed him

The other
priests were awake now as well, torn from their magic induced haze by their
pain. And yet they were collectively chanting their own spell, their mouths
moving even though their eyes were closed. Somehow they understood what he was
attempting to do. He kept at his own mantra, trying to ignore the immense,
painful pressure that was tearing him apart from the inside. Just a little
longer and they would be bound to each other, and whatever the outsiders were
planning � it wouldn�t come to fruition.

A last,
agonizing glance toward the Pharaoh told Shadi what the invaders had planned
from the beginning. This was why they needed ten magical souls � split in two.
Dear gods, they were going to sacrifice the split souls!!! The invaders were
going to use the Pharaoh and the priesthood to call upon the evilest of evils.
To let the darkness roam the earth in physical form!

How in the
hell could he have forgotten this spell?! It had given him nightmares for weeks
after Akunadin unearthed the old, worn scroll that
had surfaced after one of the previous Pharaoh�s tombs was robbed. He thought
it had been buried again, deep under the concealing sands.

Shadi
watched in horror as the black shadowy vortex coiling behind the tortured ruler
began to take shape, starting with the massive black claws that held the
vulnerable king in their tight grasp, squeezing the last of youth�s life force
out of him. With a scream of pure terror, the Pharaoh lost the battle to stay
alive.

Shadi
redoubled his attention to his spell, every second counted now. With the
Pharaoh down it was only a matter of minutes before the rest of them would
succumb. And he needed to reach the Pharaoh�s light soul before the demon used
it to power its way into the world. The gnawing pain was immense, consuming his
consciousness, trying to force him away from his task. Finally the pressure
became too much, and with an animalistic shriek that was echoed back at him
from the other dying priests one by one�Shadi gave into the pain.

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�Jou found his chance to move then, pulling his
still breathing lover from the stone and breaking their ritual, but it was too
late for most of us. I found myself looking down from a point above the
carnage, my attention taken by what the Druid priests were doing to the guard.
It was only a moment, but that was all it took for the half formed demon to begin
pulling the newly created light souls to him.� Shadi glanced around the room to
see glassy and glazed eyes in a rainbow of colors looking back at him.

�Luckily for us, Mana and
Mahaado�s dark halves sensed what was happening�they
sacrificed themselves against the dark god�s rage when they pulled the rest of
the lights back from his power. Karim and Isis�s lights
were all lost, though, as was mine. Gathering what newly formed souls we could,
the rest of us quickly fled�towards the heavens.� Shadi�s
voice broke when he couldn�t hold back his emotions any longer.

Isis reached for
her husband�s hand as she sensed his breakdown. �While he was chanting the
spell that would bind our souls to the Pharaoh�s bloodline � his firstborn
child that was spared � the rest of us attached our names, so we would always
be able to find each other. The mere mention of one of our names would bring
back a piece of memory. But as we came to find, we attached ourselves to the
dark halves, not the light. It was a fatal mistake for four of our number.�

�Mana�� Atemu looked up
tearfully, remembering his sister�s fate and equating it to one of the faces he
had seen during the vision.

Yugi shivered violently, tears streaming down his
face. It all seemed so real. He had seen the whole thing as if living it, felt
the immense pain, smelled the copper tang of the blood, heard
the roar of the wind. He didn�t know if it was a true memory, or if Shadi had
the ability to make them see what had happened on that bloody night oh so long
ago.

With a deep shudder, the small teen bolted from his
place on Atemu�s lap. He was going to be sick. He barely made it to the
bathroom by the kitchen before everything that he had eaten for breakfast came
back up. Slumping to the floor after dry heaving for a third time, Yugi glanced
shakily over to see that he was not the only one to be given that vivid of a
dream � if that�s what it was. Ryou was right along side him, retching into the
sink.

Atemu jumped up, racing into the kitchen after his
little one, Bakura right on his heels, only for them to be stopped halfway into
the room by his young uncle. Malik placed his hands on the agents� shoulders
halting them in their tracks gently.

�Please, let me attend to them.� Malik looked
between Atemu and Bakura as he spoke, seeking their compliance. �I assure you
they will be fine.�

Atemu forced his attention back towards the living
room of the massive old house. It was apparent from the loud voices that there
was an argument already in progress. The ruby eyed agent was torn between
comforting his little one, and breaking up the dispute between his biological
cousin and whoever it was he was yelling at. With a weak nod, Atemu gave his
assent to the platinum blonde as he wiped the moisture from his eyes, his
cousin mimicking the gesture. Atemu and Bakura made their way back into the
other room, wanting to be there in case things got out of hand, as Malik walked
into the bathroom to help the two smaller lights.

�Stop trying to feed me this line of shit! There is
no magic�it doesn�t exist! I don�t need you forcing this on me every time I
turn around!� Seto snarled, his face distorted with
anger.

Shadi however was totally calm in the face of his
adopted son�s rage. �Then what of Atemu�s abilities? What do you suppose��

�Atemu can do nothing of the sort! He has no
abilities! This is just another�!�

Jou was trying, unsuccessfully, to pull the blue
eyed agent away from the fight, while Isis was doing
her best to pull Shadi away from his enraged son. Neither of the men was
budging. Shadi, despite his pain and fatigue was standing up to the younger
man, attempting to stare him down with the truth.

Atemu stood off to the side, trying to understand
how his cousin could possibly defend his position. After watching the pair debate
loudly and increasingly violently for a minute or two, he decided it was time
to step in and show his disbelieving cousin that he was wrong. This couldn�t
continue and no one else seemed to want to step in. With a sigh, he moved
cautiously out of the corner, calling their attention to him.

�� Then what
exactly would you call this, Seto?� Atemu asked quietly as he made his way to
the center of the room where the two were currently having it out.

In his outstretched hand he held one of the shadow
flames that he had spent the past couple of weeks perfecting his skills with. A
chorus of gasps met his ears as the whole group turned his way. Atemu advanced
on his cousin, his eyes glinting dangerously, holding the small but lethal
purplish flame up where everyone could see.

When his shocked cousin refused to acknowledge the
glowing fire, he all but shoved it into his face. �This doesn�t exist?! Tell
me! Does it exist?!� He snarled.

Seto shook his head, looking everywhere but at the
glowing fire ball. He didn�t want to admit that the others were different. It
would mean that all his life he was odd man out. There was nothing special
about him, just as his birth mother had told him over and over, in person and
in letters. There was nothing special about him.

� �Fuck you!�
Seto roared as he slapped Atemu�s hand away and fled the room, almost launching
the destructive flame out of the ruby eyed agent�s hands. It was only by sheer
will that Atemu was able to hang onto it.

The door slammed soon after, indicating that the
volatile, blue eyed agent had left the house. It took nearly all of Atemu�s
concentration to pull the small flame back into his being. He had still not
fully recovered from the incident yesterday. Breathing heavily with the
exertion, the ruby eyed agent glanced up to realize that his astonished family
had witnessed the entire scene, before lowering his ruby gaze, ashamed at his
loss of control.

�I couldn�t stop myself�he needed physical proof.�
Atemu muttered, trying to excuse his behavior.

Jou was torn between wanting to know what the hell
had just happened, and going after the person who had been his constant
companion for the past three months. He couldn�t believe what he had just seen.
A human flame?!!! How in the hell? He glanced
helplessly towards Isis for guidance. She seemed to be
the voice of reason. Seeing her nod towards the kitchen, the blonde made up his
mind. Ducking out of the room, Jou went to find the blue eyed agent.

Bakura and Marik began speaking in low tones as Isis directed Shadi
back down onto the couch. Atemu had still not moved from his position in the
center of the room. Nor would he meet anyone�s gaze. After a moment�s
contemplation, the ruby eyed agent decided that he should talk to Seto, try to
explain why he acted the way he did. Maybe find out why his cousin was so dead
set against anything that had to do with the unexplainable. He turned to walk
out of the room.

�Leave them�Seto has many issues that need to be
resolved before he can accept our situation. Let your little one�s friend fill
the hole in his heart. Besides, the lights will be finished with their
discussion in a few moments. You need to be here for your little one.� Isis gently
advised.

With an apologetic glance at his adopted mother,
Atemu changed direction to sit in a chair over in the corner of the room. He
was not yet up to talking about what had transpired, even though it was
apparent that Bakura and Marik were wishing that he would.

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