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101 Puppies
By Hideki LaShae

Chapter Twenty-four
Jou and the Seven Yugis

�� ~~~~~~~~~~~~Seto�s~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~

�� Once upon a time in a
kingdom far, far away, there lived a King and Queen who wished and wished for a
child of their own. One winter�s day the queen was sitting by the window in her
chambers sewing, and she pricked her finger on her needle. Three drops of her
blood fell onto the snow at the windowsill. �I wish for a child with skin as
white as snow and lips as red as blood.� And lo and behold, nine months later,
a child was born. The Queen held her son in her arms and gazed at his pale
white skin and crimson red lips. She kissed his forehead once. �I love you, my
precious Snow White!� Snow White was taken out to his father�s waiting arms
while the nursemaids tried to save his mother�s life, but they tried in vain.
Not long after, Snow White�s father married again, and life resumed in the
peaceful kingdom.
�� Mariku,
a man with an insane grin and light blond hair, walks into his bedchambers and
stands before a gilded mirror that has a face engraved on the top border. He
gazes into his reflection for a moment. �Mirror, mirror, on the wall� who is
the fairest one of all?�
�� In all
the kingdom I have seen, none is fairer than the Queen!� sings the mirror, the
mouth of the face opening as it speaks the words.
�� Mariku
smiles, and his violet eyes glitter. He looks around his room. �I have done
much to become Queen of this kingdom, and when my husband dies, I will rule it
all� the most beautiful person in all the land!�
�� Not more
than a week later, Jou enters the throne room where Mariku sits beside Ishtar,
the kind lavender-eyed king, and he runs up to Ishtar. His caramel eyes shine
happily, and his golden hair catches the candlelight and shimmers. His skin and
lips are just as his mother wished them to be, skin as white as snow and lips
as red as blood. �Father! Will you take me hunting with you tomorrow? Please?
Oh, please?�
�� Ishtar
smiles. His platinum blond hair falls down to his shoulders in spikes, although
he has them pulled back into a ponytail. �How could I refuse you, Snow White?
Yes, you can accompany my hunters and I tomorrow! You can gather berries and
wildflowers from the forest!�
�� Jou
embraces Ishtar. �Thank you, Father!�
�� Mariku
glares at Jou, shocked with how beautiful the young child is becoming. He
returns to his bedchambers later that afternoon and stands before the gilded
mirror. He takes a deep breath. �Mirror, mirror, on the wall� who is the
fairest one of all?�
�� You
were the fairest this is true, but Snow White is fairer far than you,� sings
the mirror.
�� Mariku
screams and turns away from the mirror. He calls one of the huntsmen to him.
�� Yes, my
Queen,� says Bakura looking evilly at Mariku. His white disheveled hair hangs
loosely around his face adding to his evil appearance. His deep brown eyes look
almost unnatural.
�� Huntsman,
you are loyal to me, are you not?� asks Mariku.
�� I am
loyal to none other,� says Bakura.
�� I have
a task for you,� says Mariku.
�� Bakura
nods.
�� Tomorrow,
Snow White will be traveling with my husband on his hunting trip. He is not to
return alive!� exclaims Mariku, �Take the boy deep into the forest and kill
him! Bring me his heart!�
�� Bakura
grins wickedly. �It shall be done, my Queen!�
�� Go now�
Bring me his heart when you return tomorrow!� exclaims Mariku.
�� Bakura
leaves.
�� The next
day, the hunting party departs from the castle and enters the forest.
�� Bakura
stays with Jou to protect the boy as he picks berries for the cook while the
rest of the party heads deeper into the woods to hunt for deer and elk. When he
is certain that no one is near enough to hear, he draws a knife from his belt
and grabs Jou roughly by the arm.
�� Jou
looks at the knife. �No! Please! Don�t hurt me! Please! I will run away and
never been again! Please, don�t kill me!�
�� Bakura�s
face softens at the sight of the tears that start streaming down Jou�s face. He
sighs and releases his grip on the boy. �Run! Leave before I change my mind!
And never return to the castle! Your step-father will surely kill you if you
return!�
�� Jou nods
and runs away as fast as he can.
�� Bakura
proceeds to go hunting for a small animal so he can still give the heart to
Mariku.
�� Meanwhile
Jou runs as far and as fast as his feet can fly. He comes across a small
cottage deep within the forest on the side of the mountain. He knocks gingerly
on the door.
�� When no
one answers after several minutes of knocking, Jou enters the house. He looks
around at the mess of filthy dishes and a cluttered table with seven small
chairs around it. He explores the house and finds upstairs a room with seven
little beds. �Surely whoever lives here must be little children!�
�� Finding
himself quite ravenous after the long run he endured, Jou returns to the
kitchen and finds some stale bread on the counter beside the cluttered sink. He
nibbles it cautiously, and soon devours it all. He takes a deep breath.
�Perhaps if I tidy up the place a little, they might let me stay with them.�
�� With
this thought in mind, Jou quickly organizes all the dirty dishes and begins his
work on cleaning them and storing them away in the cabinet. He dusts the entire
house and removes the bedclothes from the seven little beds. He washes the
sheets and blankets in the stream behind the cottage as well as all the little
articles of clothing that he found thrown all over the bedroom floor. After
hanging everything up to dry, he quickly begins the fixings of a stew in a pot
over the fire in the fireplace.
�� In the
early hours of evening, just before the sun sets, Jou removes all the sheets
and clothing from where he had hung it to dry, and he makes up the seven little
beds and folds all the clothes to place in neat little piles on the foot of
each bed, the clothing being the same color as the blankets and sheets. And
then he lies down across three of the beds and falls asleep.
�� Just
after sunset, the seven Motou brothers march home covered in dirt and soil,
carrying pick axes and shovels. They deposit their tools in a small shed to the
side of the cottage and head inside. All seven of them look exactly alike with
black spiky hair tipped in crimson and blond bangs. They all have the same
large, innocent, amethyst eyes, and their clothing all matches in design only
not in color.
�� What
happened here?� asks Motou number one, the one in brilliant red clothing.
�� Everything
is clean!� exclaims Motou number two, the one in shocking orange clothing.
�� But
how?� asks Motou number three, the one in soft yellow clothing.
�� Something�s
cooking on the fire!� exclaims Motou number four, the one in earthly green
clothing.
�� It
could be poison!� exclaims Motou number five, the one in heavenly blue
clothing.
�� Someone
must have come to our house,� says Motou number six, the one in stunning purple
clothing.
�� Well
let�s find whoever it is and kick that person out!� exclaims Motou number
seven, the one in the darkest black clothing.
�� We�ll
search the entire house,� says Motou number four.
�� Well,
this room is empty, so whoever it is must be upstairs,� says Motou number six.
�� All
seven little Motous head up the stairs and gasp at the sight of their beds all
made and a beautiful boy lying across them.
�� Wake up
and get out!� shouts Motou number seven.
�� Jou
jerks away and sits up quickly, looking frantically around him. He sees the
seven Motous and gasps. �Who are you?�
�� We live
here. We�re the seven Yugis,� says Motou number one, �And who are you?�
�� I�m
Snow White! My step-father tried to kill me!� exclaims Jou hurriedly, �I had to
run away from home and I can never return!�
�� Motou
number one smiles. �My name is Dominoes!�
�� Motou
number two bows slightly. �My name is Scrabble!�
�� Motou
number three takes Jou�s hand and kisses it. �My name is Cards!�
�� Motou
number four smiles. �My name is Checkers!�
�� Motou
number five glares at Jou. �My name is Risk!�
�� Motou
number six bows. �My name is Chess!�
�� Motou
number seven looks at Jou suspiciously. �My name is Clue!�
�� A
pleasure to meet you all! You�re named after games! That is so cute!� exclaims
Jou smiling.
�� Did you
clean our house?� asks Cards.
�� Yes, I
did,� says Jou nodding his head. He gasps. �I left the stew cooking!�
�� The
seven Motous stare at Jou as he scrambles out of bed and down the stairs to
check on the food in the pot on the fire. They hurry after him.
�� Oh,
good! It isn�t overdone!� exclaims Jou sighing happily, �Come now, wash up for
dinner!�
�� The
brothers take turns washing their hands and faces in the sink while Jou dishes
up eight bowls of stew.
�� I
couldn�t find any meat, I�m afraid,� says Jou, �So I hope this isn�t too
bland.�
�� It
should be fine,� says Clue dragging a stool from the small living room over to
the table for Jou to sit at as they eat.
�� Dominoes
fills eight small cups with water and places them around the table.
�� There
is no bread either. I will need to bake some tomorrow,� says Jou.
�� Tomorrow?
You�re staying with us?� asks Checkers happily.
�� If
you�ll let me.� Jou looks at them all hopefully.
�� Everyone
nods.
�� Jou
smiles, and they all sit down to eat.
�� A month
passes with no disturbances, and it finds Mariku once again standing in front
of his magic mirror. �Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of
all?�
�� You
were the fairest this is true, but Snow White is fairer far than you,� sings
the mirror.
�� Mariku
scowls at the mirror. �Mirror, mirror, with magic inside, search the country
far and wide! Look through all within your sight! Tell me where to find Snow
White!�
�� In a
cottage by mountain�s bend, on seven Yugis he doth attend,� sings the mirror.
�� Those
damnable gaming dwarves,� says Mariku angrily, �I will poison the wretched boy
myself!� With a wave of his hand a secret panel in the wall opens, and he pulls
out a dark vial. He grabs an apple from a fruit basket and pours the opaque
black liquid over it.
�� The
liquid seeps into the apple and darkens the skin to look redder and more
tempting to the taste buds.
�� Now,
for a disguise so that the boy doesn�t recognize me!� exclaims Mariku. With a
snap of his fingers, his appearance changes completely so that he looks very
much like an old grandfather with slightly spiky hair sticking up off his head.
He carries the apple and places it in his fruit basket. He hurries from the
castle and heads into the forest towards the house of the seven Motous.
�� Jou gets
a drink from the stream after having spent the entire morning baking bread.
�� Dear
boy, you look like you could use some refreshment,� says Mariku in his old man
disguise as he limps towards Jou.
�� Jou
gasps at the sight of the man and backs away. �Who are you? Go away!�
�� Why,
that is not polite. My grandsons live here in this cottage,� says Mariku.
�� Your
grandsons?� asks Jou calmly slightly.
�� Mariku
nods. �I came to bring them some fruit I got from my village market.�
�� Oh!�
exclaims Jou smiling, �Come inside then! Can I offer you a drink? We have a
nice berry drink!�
�� No,
thank you, dear,� says Mariku removing the poisoned apple from the basket. He
holds it out towards Jou. �Here. You should eat something. You look rather
pale.�
�� Jou�s
mouth waters at the sight of the apple. �It does look good and I am hungry.�
�� Eat! Eat!�
exclaims Mariku.
�� Jou
takes the apple and takes a bite of it, closing his eyes as the juice runs down
his throat. His eyes widen an instant later, and he drops the apple, clutching
at his throat.
�� Mariku
watches Jou choke, and the life drain from his body. Then he turns and leaves.
�� That
night when the seven Motous return, they find Jou lying dead in front of the
cottage, and they weep for him. They build him a glass coffin and place him
within it.
�� Not even
two days later, a foreign prince travels through the forest and comes upon the
coffin where the beauty lies in a sleep-like death. Kaiba passes the seven
Motous as they cry uncontrollably, and he steps up to the coffin. He lifts the
lid and gently caresses the soft cheek, feeling warmth within it though there
should be none. He leans over and presses a chaste kiss upon the blood red
lips.
�� Jou�s
eyes flutter open, and he coughs up the piece of apple.

�� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

�� Seto bolts
upright in bed with a scream echoing from his lips.
�� After a
brief moment, the door bursts open and Mokuba runs in with Katsuya fast on his
heels.
�� Seto! Are
you okay?� asks Mokuba hurling himself at Seto and hugging him tightly.
�� Hey, uh�
Kaiba�� Katsuya walks up to the side of the bed and pours a glass of water from
the pitcher on the nightstand. He passes it to Seto.
�� Seto drinks
the water quickly. He gulps down air just as fast as he had the water. �I�m
okay� it was just a nightmare� Just a nightmare��
�� Would you
like to talk about it?� asks Katsuya, �You have a dream expert here, remember?�
�� No!� snaps
Seto with wide, fearful eyes.
�� Maybe we
should sleep in here with you,� says Mokuba.
�� Seto looks
at Katsuya. His cheeks tinge pink as he looks away. �No� I�m fine� There�s no
need.�
�� Shut up
and scoot over, Kaiba!� exclaims Katsuya in a bossy voice, �You told me that
you wanted me to stay in your room when I had a nightmare, so now that you�ve
had a nightmare, I�m going to repay the favor!� He climbs into the bed with
Seto.
�� Seto moves
over to the far side of the bed with Mokuba still clutching him. He turns
bright red.
�� Katsuya
grabs Seto�s arm and pulls him back into the center of the bed. He helps him to
lie down and wraps his arms around the now trembling brunet. �It�s okay, Kaiba�
there�s no reason to be afraid.�
�� Mokuba lies
down with his head on Seto�s shoulder. �Have pleasant dreams now, Seto.�
�� Seto
continues to tremble as Katsuya rubs him gently to calm him. He takes a deep
breath, but the tenseness in his body fails to ease and he remains awake as the
other two drift off again.
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