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At the End

By Evil Windstar
Note: Yes I have realized now that it is confusing since everybody doesn�t have the same brain waves as me. I tend to forget that. ^_^; Anubis=Jounouchi Katsuya. Set= Kaiba Seto. Reshed= Honda Hiroto. Sokar= Yami Bakura. Atemu= Yami Yugi. Apoohis= Yami Marik. Sekhmet= Mai.

Disclaimer: I will never own Yu-Gi-Oh! The one who owns it is probably already bloody rich by now

�Love seeketh only self to please,

To bind another to its delight,

Joys in another�s loss of ease,

And builds a Hell in Heaven�s despite.�

~ The Clod and the Pebble, William Blake

Chapter 2: Time is Running Out

He listened tentatively; not believing the bullshit whenever she mentioned that he was the one in the tablet and -he-was the one who brought the Gods into existence. His eyes were polite but in their swirl of darkness, Isis could tell the skepticism was there, mingled with arrogance. His young mind was too proud to believe her and his heart was too dark to believe in hope. As she explained, Isis studied him with detachment, knowing whatever he did now, what he would decided now, would bring the terrible fate to the world. It was all in his hands now, like it was before.

"You still do not believe me, Seto-san," she said softly, "even when I have showed you the true and past self of yourself."

"Nothing but pretty holographic images of a deranged mind, Miss Isis," Kaiba responded, keeping his irritation in check. He wasn�t a fool. He knew that he needed her to find out more about these powerful Gods that would help him regain who he was. "Though I must admit it was almost convincing, with the sounds and the smells of the Shadow Court."

She smiled. "How did you know that it was called the Shadow Court, Seto-san?"

He looked sharply at her. "It was obvious." His mind told him otherwise. He didn�t know how he knew. And that frankly, scared the shit out of him.

Again she smiled that smile that was beginning to infuriate him, a smile that told him she knew that he knew he needed her. "Hmm, very well -Seto-chan-. �Ignorance is bliss. As long as I don�t mess up that perfect little world of yours, where no one can touch you, where I cannot love you, all is well. I pity you, Kaiba.�" His eye twitched, the grip on the handle of his briefcase tighten, almost in breaking it, remembering what was said and what was done. "Is that not what he said to you as he left you?"

"No." �What the hell do you know little Egyptian bitch?�

"Your heart ached, knowing you would never be able to give him what he wanted, what he deserved," she was relentless in her pursuit to show him what he had done. "So you did the noble thing, Seto-san. You had to get him away from you, before you infected his innocence with hatred. You knew you could not love him without the demons of the past haunting you, but... You�re not god, Seto-san, no you�re far from it." She looked at him with no remorse of what she had done, her emerald eyes locking into his. And he understood, deep within himself, he understood and that�s what mattered. "You know what you have to do. Set it in motion the tournament that will renew your name and we will see what happens in the future. We will soon know what you do now will affect the rest of us." She bowed little, inclining her head at him. "Goodbye, Seto-san. Best luck in retaining of what you want." �And best of luck in restoring my brother back to the way he was. Malik� Come back to me, my little one.� Isis did not stop as she left the building, her shoulders shook as she cried softly but her step did not falter.

Inside the museum, Kaiba�s body convulsed as his mind was assaulted by images that were before. He fell to his knees in front of the Egyptian tablet, his unseeing eyes staring at the figure that was himself before-

He ran down the backside of his hand against the soft cheek. He looked beyond the scarred face and the red eyes that had more than half the court scared of him. He admired how the young foreigner glared at him with the utmost venom, apparently this blonde did not know who he was.

A hand slapped his hand away from the tender face. "Do you wish also to touch what is not yours, my lord? Do so again, and I will cut your hand," the blonde growled, his pale hand was over his hilt, ready to unsheathed the sword as soon as he made a move. Behind the young man (man? He seemed more like a boy), others moved to a fighting stance. The blonde raised his hand, signaling the brunette behind him not to come closer, saying in a foreign tongue, "No, Reshed. I will deal with this one alone. I�ve had enough of these arrogant Egyptians."

He was amused. Amused by the fact that the boy thought he could defeat him, the High Priest of Egypt, the Dragon Lord. He smirked widely at the boy. �This will be enjoyable. I haven�t had someone like him challenge mea goa good while.�

The boy frowned at him, as if he knew what he was thinking.

They drew their swords at the same time, the metallic zing could be heard throughout the court as the respected swords clashed with one another. They rebounded off another.

He was surprised by the strength of the wiry arms that had, after careful inspection, slender muscles that flexed as the boy moved his sword in a defensive stance. He smirk again at his foolish mistake, he underestimated the boy. Was that not how he won his position, because his enemies had underestimated him? He laughed delightedly at the irony of it all, which confused the young blonde and infuriated him further.

They went at it again and the crowd that gathered around them gasped at the ferocity of them two going at it. The ladies of the court sighed as they watched the bodies of the two handsome males glisten with sweat. They watched their young bodies twist and turn and saw how gracefully they moved with each other, like they were dancing together in full open court.

Dancing in a deadly sword game.

He had discarded his ceremonial headdress long ago for it hindered on his movement and he tried to fight the urge to touch his sweating hair. His sides heaved as he took long deep breaths. He didn�t know whether to be impressed or angered that the boy managed to hold out this long. This was most intriguing for him to know. The first pivots and strikes were used to first know the experience of the boy, to test him. And by Ra, the boy knew what he was doing. He was no fool in challenging him.

The boy was worth playing with. He smirked again as he bent his head toward the boy in acknowledgement of his fighting prowess. He could not help but wonder how well the boy would fare in bed. And he reached the conclusion he would very like to experience it for himself.

The boy frowned again at him, seeming as if he could read his thoughts. The boy nodded to himself as he moved an offensive stance this time.

Ah, so these last few moves would determine the outcome of this deadly game. Very well, but he would wait for his prey to come to him and then he would destroy.

The lovely boy fell into his trap as he let out a battle cry in his foreign tongue and raised his sword above his head tong ing it down on him, more specifically on his �ahem- precious jewels that held his very manhood.

He moved to the left as the boy swooped down and rolled on the ground quickly that led him to his exposed, defenseless back. He quickly tried to face the young blonde but the sudden press of cold steel on the back of his neck stopped him dead.

"By all rights, I could have your head, my lord," a panting voice whispered in his ear with his musical Egyptian tongue. He shivered with intense arousal as the boy�s breath caressed his neck. The bite of cold steel that pressed against him forced him to go on his knees. "But I know doing so would put a strain on the diplomatic relationships my mother has been trying so hard to have with the Pharaoh." The pressure of the sword left him and he quickly turned around to catch a glimpse of ebony kilt billowing in the wind as toungoung blonde left.

He felt the back of his neck, touching the cut, and stared curiously at the blood on his fingers. No one had ever marked him in such a manner.

"Rise, my brother. I thought you only bowed for me," Atemu mocked him as he detached himself from the shadows of the pillars. The crowd that had gathered around to see the spectacle now bowed to the ground. "That was certainly was amusing." His brother�s red eyes lighted up with devilish delight. "I never thought a foreigner would manage to overthrow the great Set."

He growled, "Quiet, Atemu. I don�t wish to hear your lashing tongue."

"Tsk, tsk, Set. Remember no one tells me what to do," his brother waved his finger at him. "If you wish to know his name, you only have to come to one of my many banquets. Then you may have him in any way you want. Though I do advise you to do it when the lioness of a mother is out of the sight. Ah I see. You have no idea what I�m talking about right?" A glare was what his brother received. "This is what you get when you spend your life worshipping the gods. The result is a cold-hearted Set, who has naught yet marri-"

"Enough! You�ve been hounding me to go to your pointless banquets for months! I will go, little brother, now leave me be," he snarled, sighing with disgust once he realized he had once more fallen into his brother�s trap. "Ra be damned."

Atemu grinned triumphantly. "I am the pharaoh. Everybody must obey me, even you, brother. You will not regret it. I shall find you a fine wife to warm your bed."

He gave no reply to that for his mind was wondering about the young upstart, who he much rather have in his bed than the most beautiful woman in the entire kingdom of the Black Land.
He growled in annoyance as the cacophonous sounds reach its equilibrium. Everybody around him was quite thoroughly drunk. His brother was doing who-knows-what with a new servant in the one of the many convenient rooms that had just a little couch and a curtain to keep prying eyes off from the carnal delights people had inside.

He snarled as he shook off another young lady off of his arm. He had quite enough of this indignities! Who did these women think they could just throw themselves on him? Oh, now he remembered, his brother probably ordered every young countess, lady, etc. to make a fool of themselves by trying to bring themselves to his attention. He sighed in disgust, rising from his seat and walked off from this ridiculous engagement. He made a mental note to never come to one again, despite any threats his younger brother might make.

He nodded to the queen as he took his leave. She was a beautiful thing with the gentlest eyes he had ever seen in his great life. She inclined her head back to him in acknowledge and he wondered what made her stay at his brother�s side. She smiled sadly, making him feel nothing but the utmost pity for her and what she would have to bear with since she would have no say in Atemu�s activities.

But that was none of his concern. He could do nothing for her but give an occasional kind word to her.

He stepped outside and breathed in the fresh air that contrasted sharply against the bitter, sexual tension that had been contained inside. The moon was out and shining, making it a perfect night to go out and ride the magnificent horses that had been given as a gift by the kingdom of Menfe.

The stable servants knew of his nightly activities. They gave him his horse with no question and handed him a small package of food. Often stayed outside riding for sometimes the whole entire night and he would come back ravenous. So to solve this small problem, the cooks now gave him this. He gave a curt nod of thanks to the manservant and rode off to the night.

The beast he had was a majestic animal. The stallion had long, sturdy legs that made him and his kin one of the fastest horses of the world. The animal also had endurance to boot and it was well proportioned to his small head, making the horse pleasing to the eye. But he was never the one to judge a creature by its appearances, he only cared about the creature was capable of. And this stallion was capable of running itself through the night.

He let the horse have its head, letting it go where it pleased to go. He buried his nose in its sweet-scented mane and cling to its back. He adjusted his body position to the gallops of the horse and had the ride of his life. He could almost feel himself flying through the wind as the horse reached speeds that was almost impossible. The winds brought tears to his eyes as they raced to meet the sunrise.

A shadow loomed over them. He glanced up to see a fleeting shadow of a beast pass above them. He reined in the stallion and brought it to stop. He was curious to know what it was. It had felt like a Shadow Monster, but it was forbidden to bring them out unless it was in a Shadow Court in the palacethe the Pharaoh. He directed his beast to the direction where the shadow had gone off to. As they got closer to spot he was sure the shadow had landed, the horse began to falter, fear making it show the white of its eyes. He raised his head to the sky and fear coursed through him.

A flash of white, a rush of air as great jaws snapped at the empty spot where he once was. A roar filled the air and its large wings made it rise to the sky to dive down again. It screamed again and another roar answered it.

Another flash- but of gleaming black scales and red eyes as it landed on the ground with a scream. The dragon lunged at him, sharp teeth gleaming, and he dove down to the ground. He heard his horse scream as the dragon closed its jaws around it. He looked over his shoulder as he scrambled to get out of there as fast as he could. He was no fool. He could not hope to battle a Red Eyes Black Dragon and survive. If he could summon his own dragon, he could easily annihilate the damn creature but�

The dragon snarled and it rose to the air, joining its lighter companion. An ominous roar was the only warning he got�

He held out his Sennen Rod in front of him and yelled, "Hear me, beasts! I am the Dragon Lord! Heed my commands and lay off your attack! By the command of Orisis, stop!" A flash of light and the dragons screamed in unison as they hit the barrier that blocked off their way to their prey. They tangled themselves with wings and legs. When they found their way out of their predicament, they turned on him again, eyes glistening with lust of blood and jaws wide open to enclose themselves in his flesh.

Oh, so this was fear. He never thought he would have to fear from dragons. They always listen to him, whether or not they were his. But not these two dragons, they were loyal to whoever commanded them and they would do as they were told, even if it meant death.

His eyes went wide once the cloud that had covered the moon unveiled moonlight unto the desert. The other dragon was�!

A Blue Eyes White Dragon! He never thought he would see both species of Red Eyes and Blue Eyes fighting together, instead of against. But it did not matter. These two were determined to kill him and would see to it until it was done.

He cried into the night as the two dragons dove down to knock him down, snarling with blood-lust. He held out his Sennen Rod and praying to the gods he would live though the double assault. Then� sudden silence.

Fire burst in behind him, nearly catching his cape on fire. He turned around quickly to face the new danger and was face-to-face with a pair of gleaming teeth.

The rather large Red Eyes raised its small, fine head that was held by a long, elegant neck to look at him in the eye. It sniffed at him, its snout touching his face, his chest, his stomach, his legs. He held very still, not wanting to upset the great beast. He could feel its cold scaly nose touching him and its musty essence of dragon surrounded him. Then he understood. The Red Eyes was a female in heat and females in heat were easy to irritate and most dangerous in their time of mating. But how come did she not mate with the Blue Eyes behind her�?

His eyes went wide when he saw what he saw behind the Red Eyes. It was the damn foreigner! But his attention was brought back to the drama in hand. The red dragon snapped at the air above his head as she moved back to her master. The Blue Eyes roared at her and she responded back with a swipe of wing and claws. She growled a warning and the white dragon showed its gleaming teeth at her as a response, as if daring her to try what she might.

The blonde in front of him just raise his hand and said something in his foreign tongue as fire leapt from the palm of his hand and surrounded his two servants and turned them into ash. He could feel the shear heat of fire just from where he was standing, few meters away from the foreigner.

Once his wits caught up to him, he proceeded to give what he got. "By Ra, what is the meaning of this blasphemy? You�re not allowed to summon the dragons unless you�re in the Shadows Courts!" he snarled to the blonde, his pride wounded that the one he wanted most had seen in his weakness.

The foreigner only smiled at him and walked off.

Wait a minute. Nobody in the Black Land would leave him standing here, talking to himself because he was the Dragon Lord! This he would not stand!

"Why you insolent mongrel! How dare you turn your back at me-" he reached to grab the foreigner�s shoulder but was stopped by an iron grip. He stared wide-eyed at red-blood eyes.

"I did tell you if you touched me again without my permission, I would cut off your hand," the blonde whispered softly into the stillness of the night. "I do not make me live up to my threat. I would hate to ruin such a lovely body." He released his hand and walked off again.

He stared at the blonde�s back as he disappeared by the dune. He was stupefied by the fact that his blonde opponent had beaten him yet again! He found himself saying softly to the wind, "Please. Tell me, what is your name?"

The wind carried the foreigner�s response. He could feel the smile in the reply. "Anubis."
-Gasps, moans, and the most delicious feelings were in his groin as he thrust into the willing body of his lover. He locked eyes with Anubis, who gasped out loud as he found that particular spot of pleasure. Anubis twisted his head to the right, trying to burrow his face into the silk sheets brought from the eastern kingdoms. His skin glistened with beads of sweat brought on by sensuality and foreplay of sex.

His own shaft burrowed itself deep into Anubis� body, knowing there would no bliss without him, by his side, forever. He leaned down to nibble delicately on the fine jaw and brought his lips on the sensual lips of Anubis, effectively silencing him.

He stilled his pumping hips and brought his hands down on slender waist of Anubis to still him also, his mouth still very attached to his. In his hazed mind, he had sensed something� The thudding of rapidly approaching soldiers, and judging by the precision of the march, it was lead by Enkil, the green-eyed general whose only ambition was to advance in the social hierarchy by any means necessary. Even if it meant murdering one of his own. He stared down at Anubis.

With the connection he and Anubis shared, the young blonde could also hear them, who closed his eyes with the sound of steady marching booming in his ears. It was almost the end. They had barely an hour to compose themselves and say a last goodbye.

"I did not think it would end like this," he heard Anubis whisper softly. His eyes were finally open to their glorious red. "Set�"

He just stared down at Anubis and tried to convey all what he felt for him by his eyes. After being together for so long, seven years in fact, he still could not utter the words Anubis wanted to hear. He showed it, by his eyes.

"� I am bound to you by sacred customs. I cannot leave you now, even if I did want to. By Horus alone, I would stay by your side. But you are more than my child�s father, you are my lover, my trusted confidant, my beloved. I love you, Set." Anubis was on his elbows, still on his back with Set�s shaft inside him, raising his body above the couch.

He swallowed nervously, not understanding the feeling he had inside of him but only knowing he had to say it. "Know this, Anubis, I will find you again when this is over. This I promise you."

Anubis smiled beautifully and laid down again, his legs spread open in invitation to take what is his. His eyes were devilish, glistening in the sunlight that filtered in the room. His hair was bright golden as the sun hit it. And his scar on his left cheek never seemed more foreboding of the impeding doom that lay before him.

In a sudden outburst of emotion, he swooped down like a falcon and claimed the soft lips for a kiss. He brought his hand to trace the scar and felt warm tears on them. And to his sorrow, Anubis� hand touched his cheek to wipe away his tears.

Oh, Orisis and Isis. Deep within himself, he knew he would never see Anubis again once he step out of their room.

He put his lips on the scarred cheek and mouthed his emissions into it. He let his weight fall on Anubis� lithe body, he remembered Anubis once said it comforted him to have him resting on him. The blonde put his arms around him and they stayed like that for what seemed too short of a time. Oh how easy it was to pretend the world did not exist around them. But the steady marching of the soldiers echoed in their minds and now the echo of a cry-

::Leave now, my lords! He comes for you, Anubis! I will detain them from here but my strength is not infallible.:: A mental shout to both of them by Reshed, who had shades of fear coloring his thoughts- not fear for himself but fear for- ::SOKAR!:: Anubis� body jerked in response to his friend�s pain- and then he felt nothing. Nothing in his mind. The very essence that separated Reshed from all other mind-voices was gone. Gone� he was dead.

Anubis wept bitterly. "He�s dead. Reshed is dead. Sokar is taken prisoner. RESHED!!!!! My brother-in-arms, my friend, my protector, he�s gone!" He separated their bodies from one another and rose up, beginning to put his robe on.

He reached to grab Anubis� wrist to bring him closer but he pulled away from the contact. "His death will not be in vain, Set. He died protecting Sokar and in giving us time. I loved him as if he were my brother, the only brother I have ever had." He had hung his head low, but now he faced him head on. "I will avenge him."

"Ay, beloved. That is what I was attracted to you in first place. You fight your own battles but not today. I will fight for _you_ today." This time as he reached out to touch Anubis he did not flinch away. "This is where you belong, in my arms." He buried his nose in the sweet-smelling locks of hair as he tighten his hold on the slim hips. "I will let no harm come to you," he whispered into Anubis� ear.

::But can you protect me from yourself?:: Anubis asked him silently. ::This day will end in bloodshed and infamy. And I will pay the price.::

"No, beloved. I must do this. He has gone too far. I will show my brother he cannot touch what is rightfully mine without suffering the consequences� even death." If he kept on whispering, they would never find them. Anubis was his, will always be his, and never mind how saccharine it sounded, Anubis is his until the end of time. Ever since that deadly dance of swords, Anubis had marked him as his. Like that the night he found himself whispering into the wind, pleading for a name; he again found himself whispering, "I love you, beloved."

"I know, Set. I know." Anubis touched his face with both of his hands and they looked at each other in the eyes. "For I love you also."

"Swear to me. If I fall this night, you will abandon everything in this land and return back to your land of your mother with Horus. Swear it, Anubis. Swear it!" he said fiercely, his own hands now laying themselves on top of Anubis� hands. He could hear Enkil and his soldiers now rapidly advancing to their hidden room.

"I- I-". Anubis snapped his head towards the door as it burst open, eyes turning pitch-black as the fire burned inside of him. The first soldier that went through the door burst into flames, screaming as fire consumed his flesh, burning it. The next ten soldiers that came met the same fate. Damn Enkil and his foresight! He deliberated knew Anubis would try to burn them all. The last soldier died, flames still live as they licked the dead body. And this was only a searching unit. When the Death Squad would come� they would show no mercy.

"There will be no redemption tonight, Set," Anubis whispered, now fully clothed. His eyes were sorrowful, gazing at the burning soldiers at their doorway. The sunlight filtered inside their room, covering Anubis in a golden halo that stood out sharply against his ebony cape and kilt. He gazed at his lover, fully looking at him for one last time.

He was startled out of his thoughts as the soft voice murmured, "Blood will flow tonight and it shall be not the true Pharaoh�s� but the Pretender�s. He shall sacrifice it all, and not get his captured prize. May the gods protect Horus." Anubis kissed him swiftly, love coursing through him, crying out to him that this could not be possibly the end-

Kaiba�s body twitched once more and then his body just collapsed on the floor, still as a stone. The unchecked tears flowed down his cheeks, pooling around his face. His chest heaved as he sobbed silently to himself. His legs trembled as he made himself rise up once more to stand on his own two legs. He stumbled out of the museum and tumbled into his limousine.

He canceled all of his meetings and didn�t go to work that day. Nor he did go the next day; in fact, he stayed, holed up in his room for duration of the week.

And Mokuba was so surprised to find his brother doing something he hadn�t done in a long time, he was looking out the window. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his arms just laid loosely on his knees, pensive about something. Mokuba would just come into his room and ask him if he wanted anything to eat and he would always say no thank you, little brother. Then he would turn back around to look out the window and Mokuba would be left staring at his back, worried about him. Kaiba didn�t want to turn around and see his brother�s doe-like eyes looking sorrowfully at him, much like Anubis had looked at him at their last few moments together-

No! Those images weren�t real. They were nothing but the images of holography. They were nothing more than an illusion of long ago.

Gods- what had the crazy, lunatic bitch done to him? He clutched his head between his hands and cried out to whatever was holy to stop the images from torturing. To stop them from tormenting him of what he could not have or hope to have ever again!

His heart cried out for Jounouchi to come back to him once again but his pride wouldn�t allow him for him to do such a weak thing. He came back to the real world few days later, realizing his little brother was suffering from his silent retreat. He took Mokuba out to the arcade, spoiling him beyond measure. His heart grew less heavier as he looked at Mokuba�s shining face.

They were on their way home, his brother chattering happily about nothing. He listened absentmindedly, his fingers tapping the wheel as he waited for the light to turn green. He turned his head to the side to crack his neck when he saw it.

He saw Yugi kissing Jounouchi in the rain, in the open, under an umbrella, with both arms around the blonde. Lips kissing each other tenderly, lovingly� he lost it. His jealousy came out, his eyes glared at Yugi�s back. Neither one noticed him, they were so wrapped around each other. They broke off, Jounouchi�s blushing cheeks and Yugi�s flushed lips were more than enough reason for him to speed away in his car.

Mokuba stared at him quizzically as he passed the red light. The only reason he knew something was wrong when he saw his niisama�s burning ears, a sure sign that he was pissed off beyond measure. Oh no� he saw. Mokuba bit his lip and looked away from his brother.

The rest of the way home was spent in silence.

Kaiba sent his brother to bed after it was ten o�clock. He got coffee from the kitchen and proceeded to begin the greatest Duel Monsters Tournament there ever was. It would outshine Pegasus�s Duelist Kingdom Tournament and this one he now was making would make Pegasus�s tournament seem like a sham.

He specially designed it for his purposes. The winner of the duel would receive his opponent�s most rarest card in his deck. This, he smiled to himself, would guarantee the way for him to get the Egyptian God Cards. Then he would redeem himself in Jounouchi�s eyes. If he beat Yugi in this tournament, this would prove who was really the shinduo duelist and show Jounouchi who was really the best suited for him. This tournament would allow him to purge himself from all his sins against others who had done him no wrong but to love him. Mokuba love him, but he kept hurting his little brother everyday. It wasn�t intentional but it still hurt the little kid when he wasn�t happy. Jounouchi� he had loved him also, or so he claimed. Kaiba knew he was responsible for the drift that occurred between them but, as same with Mokuba, he couldn�t stop it for the life of him.

Only the holiest of gods would allow him to rid himself of his sins�

Dead in the night, he found himself dreaming of Jounouchi and himself, together, happy. They were kissing each other, Jounouchi warm and safe in his arms, where he rightfully belonged. But when they stopped, Kaiba turned his head to the left and saw him- Anubis, who was wide-eyed and gesturing to him to stop- Yugi appeared at the right side of Anubis. But it wasn�t little Yugi, no it was the Yugi who came out and dueled with him. The darker Yugi grabbed Anubis� wrist and dragged him to the darkness, the blonde tried to struggle out of his grip

Soon, Kaiba heard screams in his dream, waking up. He was the one screaming. His shoulders shook as he w the the sweat from his face with trembling hands. He looked at the computer screen in front of him and typed something in. He shut it down, his hands still quivering.

He made his way to Mokuba�s room, walking up the stairs and across the hallway. He put up the security system up and turned off all the lights of the estate with several touches across a pad.

Kaiba crawled into his brother�s bed. Mokuba moved over with little resistance and when he settled into the bed, Mokuba turned around and cuddled up with him. He wrapped his arms around his brother�s little body and promptly fell asleep.

But not before reminding himself to sent out invitations and to announce the Battle City Tournamwoulwould start in one week.

It wasn�t after he was on the fringe of sleep, did he realized how manipulated Isis could be.

Damn her.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Sigh. So we come to chapter 3 and realize how complicated this is going to bemademade Kaiba� really �human- in this chapter. But this is a side nobody knows about him except for his brother�

Next Chapter: Introduce Malik and his schemes. The battle between Yugi and Jounouchi in the docks. And I think I�ll get to the Noah arc� hmm� now to get typing. Hee-hee.
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