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Gin no Umi o Wataru (To Cross the Silver Sea)	By : Sunsinger Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 13170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gin no Umi o Wataru
(To cross the Silver Sea)
By Sunsinger

Joey shot up, the sheet slipping down his chest to pool around his waist. Sweat soaked the sheet and caused it to stick to his skin as he slipped out of bed. Padding to the bathroom, he stared at his face in the mirror. This has got to stop. Every day for three weeks, I dream about him. And the same dream for the past week. I gotta talk to Yami tomorrow. Maybe he can fix this. He has to. Splashing water on his face, Joey walked out to the front room. Collapsing on the sofa, he turned on the TV. It was five hours until school starts, no point in trying to sleep again.
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Yugi frowned and leaned forward. Jabbing his pencil into Joey's side, he hissed, "Wake up. Come on, Joey, wake up! Joey!"
Joey jerked his head up, "Huh? Oh... thanks Yuge."
"Tristan copied your assignment for you. Is something wrong, Joey?" Yugi asked, his eyes shining.
Joey turned and nodded to Tristan. "Thanks. Yeah. Do you mind if I talk to Yami later? I think he can help me with this."
"Of course I don�t mind. We have lunch after this. Meet me outside by the large tree?" Yugi suggested.
Joey nodded again and pretended to listen to the teacher teach. As soon as the bell rung, Joey left his seat and headed outside. Getting to the tree, he sat down and leaned against its rough bark. Closing his eyes, he tried not to fall asleep. Soon a soundless bright flash lightened his eyelids. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Yami.
"Hey Yami."
"Hello Joey, Yugi said you were having a problem?" Yami sat down on the grass.
"Yeah... I�m having dreams and I was wonderin� if you could help me with them."
"Tell me about them."
"For the past three weeks, I�ve been dreaming about me and someone in class. The first week it was one dream, over and over and over again. The next week, it�s us but a new setting and that dream repeats over for a week, now for the past two nights same thing. New setting but us and it repeats over and over and over. I don�t know what it means but each dream ends the same. The other person dissolves. They turn to rock and crumble or sand that�s blown away or ice that shatters. They�re in danger and I wake up too scared to scream."
"I see... can you tell me the latest dream?" Yami asked quietly.
"Yeah, it starts out with me, but not me, sitting on sand...
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He sat on the soft sand. The moon above with her attendant jewels, the stars turned the vista into a rippling wave of silver. A night wind carrying the burnt scent of the sand blew up behind him, tugging at the blue robe he wore, passing through the light weave, caressing his body. A shush shush of sound behind him warned him of his companion coming closer. Behind the blue clad man, his companion knelt beside him. Draping a soft golden cloak over him, the companion whispered into his ear.
"I know you miss your seas, I wish I could give them back to you. The soft silver sea of sand doesn�t compare but it is all I can offer you. Now we must go... if we are to be back home before the sun rises, we must leave now. The sandboat awaits us. Come."
He nodded, staying seated and watching as the night wind created waves in the sand sea. He watched as his companion pulled him to his feet and guided him back to their sandboat. Turning from the sight, he hugged his companion smelling the musty burnt smell of the desert, before his companion dissolved into a pile of desert sand that the night wind blew away. Leaving two dark blue sapphires.
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"That�s it?" Yami asked softly.
"Yeah. Then it starts all over again." Joey leaned back. "I can�t sleep without dreaming about this."
"I see. Tell me, what do you think it is?"
"I don�t know, that�s why I�m asking you! It�s a warning but why is it happening? What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Calm down, Joey. Since Battle City, I�ve been getting more and more of my memories back. And I�ve been thinking. I can remember vaguely one case which is similar. It was a young girl who loved to watch us play the Shadow Game. Her exposure to the Shadow Realm caused her other lives to awaken. For a time she enjoyed it. Until they became nightmares. She saw someone dying. We searched for him for one and half years while she was slowly driven mad. We found him. Right before he was to board a boat down the Nile. We took him into custody. The boat sank two days out. Five days before his scheduled stop."
"So h- this person�s gonna die, is that it?" Joey looked
"Not if we can stop it. The reason you were given the warning is that you are connected to this person, not just in one life but in many it seems. This person is close to you. Your souls care for each other. Even if right now you barely know each other, you are destined to be at least friends."
"So what do I do now?" Joey whispered.
"For now, do this. Every night I want you to write down every detail of your dreams, sketch everything you can remember and bring it to me. Start tonight and don�t fight your dreams."
"Sure thing." Joey jumped up as the warning bell rang. "Thanks Yami."
"Not a problem, my friend." The light flashed and suddenly Yugi reappeared. He grabbed Joey�s hand and started back towards the school. "Come on, we�re gonna be late."
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Joey stared at his reflection in the mirror. Frowning, he reached for his toothbrush. Sighing, he slammed it back on to the counter. Ya already brushed your teeth three times tonight, doofus. It�s just a dream, it can�t hurt ya. Just gotta do it like Yami said and write it down. Nodding after giving himself the pep speech, he headed over to his bed. He made sure that there was a notebook and pen on the bedside table and opened the book to the first page.
Satisfied with his arrangements, Joey climbed into bed. Closing his eyes, he could smell the burnt desert air.
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Joey wandered around the room. Smiling he sat on the bed, bouncing slightly he laughed silently. Getting up, he pried and opened things. Warm brown arms wrapped around him, before a sharp chin rested on his shoulder.
"Hello, my love. The ceremonies are over. Give me a minute to change into something more comfortable and we can go. I had the kitchen prepare us dinner and I ordered them to ready the boat."
Joey bit his lip and turned to face the man holding him. The priest, for he must be one, dressed in the finest linen with gold and color all over him, smiled at him. The priest removed a gold and linen headdress, tossing it onto a couch. "I wish you would speak more, beloved. Your voice will not come back if you stay silent."
I don�t want to speak, why must you nag?
"Just because I can hear thoughts, doesn�t excuse you from talking. I want to hear your voice again, my love. I love when you sang." The priest walked over, whispering the words. Gently he cupped Joey's face, kissing Joey�s lips softly. "Go change. I can�t wait to be out on the sand. To feel the wind in your hair. Your beautiful sun hair."
You are strange, beloved. My voice is ruined along with the rest of me.
"You are not ruined."
Joey licked his lips. "You are the only one who thinks that."
"The others don�t count. Go change."
Joey stood before the closet, wondering what to put on, when the priest brushed past him. His dark blue eyes flashing and the tail of his dark brown hair flipping, he pulled out a long sleeve green shirt with a cream tunic embroidered with emeralds. Smiling, the priest tossed a light tan cape and pants to Joey.
"Dress... I�ll go..."
"I love you."
"I love you too, sea-eyes." The priest sat on the bed and watched Joey dress. The priest was dressed in sheer blue tunic and pants with gold embroidered symbols on the edges.
Once Joey was dressed, the priest took his hand and led him out the room. Keeping to the shadows they headed downstairs to the boat bay. Nodding to his servant the priest helped his lover into the boat. Joey raised the sails and pulled up the anchor. The priest jumped in as the air filled the sails and the boat took off. Joey stood as the wind rushed around him. They flew across the sands, spewing flumes of cinnamon sparkle as they passed.
It was as if they flew. Joey luxuriated in the feel of the warm body pressed close to him, warm arms around him, the wind whispering. All too soon, it ended. The priest slowed the boat and they stopped. Miles away from anyone and the burnt cinnamon smell floated around them. Joey tensed up, he wouldn�t, couldn�t let this happen again. The priest loved him, he could... love the priest. Joey stared at those beautiful treacherous dunes. Hugging himself, he stepped back into the priest�s arms.
"Come we�ll go sit for a while up there." The priest led him up and they sat, Joey warm in his arms. Soon the priest kissed him and got up, murmuring about getting the food. Joey sat on the soft sand. The moon above with her attendant jewels, the stars turned the vista into a rippling wave of silver. A night wind carrying the burnt scent of the sand blew up behind him, tugging at the blue robe he wore, passing through the light weave, caressing his body. A shush shush of sound behind him warned him of his companion coming closer. Behind the blue clad man, his companion knelt beside him. Draping a soft golden cloak over him, the companion whispered into his ear.
Joey shook his head. No... please.
"I know you miss your seas, I wish I could give them back to you. The soft silver sea of sand doesn�t compare but it is all I can offer you. Now we must go... if we are to be back home before the sun rises, we must leave now. The sandboat awaits us. Come."
Joey tried not to turn, he knew what would happen. Not this time, I want to stay here this time.
He nodded, staying seated and watching as the night wind created waves in the sand sea. He watched as his companion pulled him to his feet and guided him back to their sandboat. Turning from the sight, he hugged his companion smelling the musty burnt smell of the desert, before his companion dissolved into a pile of desert sand that the night wind blew away. Leaving two dark blue sapphires.
Joey stood for a moment before his knees gave out. Collapsing in the sand, he let the tears run. His voice hoarse from disuse cried out. "Sef�!"
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Joey woke up. His heart pounded with fright and loss. Opening his eyes, he counted his breaths until they slowed down. Groaning, he turned over and pulled the notebook towards him. Blearily he started writing, glancing at the clock. Seeing he had three hours before school, he lost himself in the writing. Quickly he sketched the sand boat, the priest in his finery, and the priest in his blue outfit. For some reason it seemed important to get the symbols right. When he filled up four pages, he lay back. Turning to look at the clock he jumped out of bed. Smiling for the first time in weeks he got ready for school.
Joey waited impatiently for Yugi to show up. Spotting the short 16 year old, he walked over. "Hey Yuge."
"Joey, how are you? Did you sleep OK last night? Yami said you were having some bad dreams." Yugi asked.
"Yeah, well I did like he asked, I wrote everything I could remember down." Joey pulled out the notebook. "Here ya go."
Yugi took it. "Thanks. Yami will look at it in class. Meet for lunch?"
"Yeah Yugi, at the tree." Joey nodded and headed off to his class. A flash of dark brown hair caught his eyes and he watched as his former lover walked into the school.
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Yami stood under the tree pacing. Where is he, Aibou?
He�ll come, promise. Yugi replied. Is it bad? Is Joey in danger?
Not Joey... but someone and yes it is bad. Yami turned to look for his friend.
"Hey!" Joey popped up from behind him. "Thanks for showing up, Yami."
"Joey... of course I did. Sit... I have a few questions." Yami sat on the ground. "First, why is there no face on the priest?"
"Ummm cause you�ll recognize him?" Joey mumbled.
"Joey," Yami sighed, "I want to recognize him. How can I help him if I don�t know what he looks like?"
Joey deflated and hung his head down. "Seto... it�s Seto."
"Kaiba? I see. He is in danger, Joey. Look." Yami pulled out the notebook and flipped through the pages. Turning the book towards Joey, he showed him the picture of the priest. "Notice what you drew, and drew quite well, on the edges of his sleeves and around the hem. Those symbols are readable. �Danger. Death. Overwhelmed. Power. Alone. Crushed.� Over and over they repeat. The dreams are a warning for Kaiba. He�s experienced the Shadow Realm before so he will believe in the danger it presents. Whether he will believe that he himself is in danger... I do not know but I do know we can not let him be harmed. Mokuba needs him so much."
"Yeah... so what do we do?" Joey brought one leg up and rested his chin against his knee.
"We talk to him, tell him what�s happening and get him to make choices with our help. He will neither thank us nor respect us if we make decisions without him. Now, perhaps I can see him after school. Can you remember any of the previous dreams?"
"Yeah, want me to write them down too?" Joey asked softly.
"Yes, I want to see them before I talk to Kaiba."
"Ummm let me try to talk to him earlier? I don�t know but I just need to."
"I understand, Joey. I�ll talk to him tomorrow." Yami smirked. "Come, it�s time for class again."
"Sure thing, I�ll bring the notebook over a bit after school."
"Fine." A light flashed and Yugi looked up at Joey. "Race you!" Yugi took off.
Joey laughed and ran after him.
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Joey leaned back against the wall. Seto came striding out of the school as if he could barely wait to shake the scum that is the student body off of himself. Keeping himself separate from them, he strode through the other teenagers. Joey shook his head and pushed off from the wall.
"Hey Seto! Yo!" Joey walked up to Seto.
Seto looked at him with ice in his glare. "What did you call me?"
"Huh? Uhhh that doesn�t matter. Look I gotta talk to you." Joey followed Seto as he headed towards the car waiting for him.
"I don�t want to talk to you." Seto turned away, muttering, "Inu."
"Well, fine! But when Mokuba gets hurt, it�s your fault for not listening." Joey called after him.
Seto stopped and turned his head. Slowly he held out one hand before pointing at the ground beside him. Speaking glacially, Seto asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well, can we talk about it some place else. Remember where Pegasus kept Mokuba, the real Mokuba and you during Duelist Kingdom Finals? It concerns that. That�s why I asked Yami for help. It... I don�t know how to explain this without you thinking I�m insane."
Seto smirked, "I already think you are but you are right. If there is danger to my little brother, I want it to be kept secret." Seto led the way over to his car and slid into the back seat. "Get in, Inu."
Joey sighed and slid in. "You know it would be easier to talk to you if you didn�t keep calling me �dog�.
Seto smiled slowly, "Very well Wheeler. Talk."
Joey sighed, giving Seto a glance. "Ok... apparently people are affected differently by how much exposure they get to the Shadow Realm. Outta me, T�a, Tristan, and Yugi; only Yugi and I duel much. And we were the two who competed in Duelist�s Kingdom, same with Battle City. Well the Shadow Realm did something to me and it�s starting to show now."
"And this threatens Mokuba how?"
"I keep having these dreams about you and me. We�re friends, sometime... more." Joey mumbled. "Anyways at the end of each dream you... crumble and blow away, or turn to stone and shatter, or somehow in some way you are destroyed. It got so bad, I went to the library. I was sure that this was just an over active imagination. That none of this could be real but the details matched real things. So then I thought, �hey! It could be past life. I should ask Yami about it.� So I did. They are. We knew each other then. So I asked Yami why I kept having the dreams. He remembers this happening before and said the images of you breaking, crumbling, and dying all mean the same thing. You�re in danger, great danger. And correct me if I�m wrong but if you die, Mokuba will be hurting badly. Worse you couldn�t do anything about it."
"I see." Seto rubbed his forehead. "So what you are saying is that because you had a bad dream, I�m gonna die."
"NO! But that�s cause back then we were friends and close, that now that you are in danger, I�m being warned. I�m being warned so that I can warn you."
"OK... then why didn�t it warn me directly?"
"I don�t know. Maybe it can�t. Yami said the Shadow Realm affects people differently. This time it lets me see that you are in danger. Tonight I�m gonna talk to Yami to see how to get you out."
"I see... and you remember everything about each of the dreams?" Seto leaned forward and tapped on the barrier separating them from the driver. The car started moving.
"No," Joey pulled the notebook out of his book bag, waving it in front of Seto. "I wrote them down, Yami asked me to. "
Seto reached for it, only to have Joey snatch it back. "Nope... I gotta take it to Yami today... I'll... ah go by the store and copy it for you tomorrow."
Seto frowned as the notebook was yanked from his reach. "No. Come over tonight after you finish talking to Yami. If this concerns me, I want to be kept up to date. In fact, I demand to."
"Of course you do. And Yami wanted to tell you but hey... those dreams came to me for some reason so I figured that I should tell you."
Seto smiled slightly, "True. Very well." Seto reached into his briefcase, finding a pen, he scribbled something for a minute. Handing a card to Joey, he flipped it over. "My address and my private number. Call before you come."
Joey smiled at Seto, his lips curling slightly and a faint touch of sweetness entered his eyes. "Sure thing. After all... we can't let Mokuba lose you now. Hey can you drop me near the Kame Game shop?"
Seto flicked open a small cover and pressed a button. "Kame Game Shop. On Shueisha Street." The car turned.
Joey leaned back and opened the notebook. Smiling slightly, he started to sketch in some of the details of the sand boat. Reaching into his book bag, he pulled out some color pencils and proceeded to add color to the picture. Slowly Seto stood up and sat next to Joey, staring at the picture.
"What is that?"
Joey jumped a bit. "The sand boat. From my dreams. You ordered the servants to ready it and pack food. We snuck out and took off. It was like flying. You taught me to pilot it and we'd take it out on the dune for hours. Flying over the sand, kicking up waves of tan and silver and red. Sometimes we'd get a really great wind and we'd fly for hours. Once we went so far that you had us push the boat into the Nile so we could get home before sun-high. I loved it, I... we were so happy, I wanted to sing. You spoiled me, Sef- ahhh never mind. It's not important." Joey moved away from Seto and pulled his book bag open.
"Wait. Tell me more. What was the name of the boat, where did it come from, why did I-we have a boat in the desert?" Seto softened his voice.
"Ahhh, let me talk to Yami first." Joey stuttered, jumping back into the seat. Blinking quickly he straightened up. Joey felt the car slow, looking out the window, he could see the game shop. Yanking open the door, he jumped out with his book bag. Running towards the shop, he turned and called back to Seto, "See ya tonight."
Seto closed the car door and knocked on the dividing window. Slowly the car merged back into traffic.
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Joey shook his head as he closed the door behind him. Leaning back, he took a few breaths to calm down.
"You do have it bad." Yami said from close by.
Joey startled, banged his head into the door. "Yami don't do that! And got what bad?"
Yami chuckled, red eyes glinting devilishly. "Your... crush, desire, infatuation, love of Kaiba."
"I do not have a crush on Seto!"
"I see." Yami smirked. "Grandfather is out, so we can go up to Yugi's room. Tell me, did you write anymore or remember any more of the dreams?"
Joey let Yami lead the way. "Nah, not really, I colored in the pictures though. It seemed important for some reason."
"It may be, what can look like merely a bunch of lines intersecting can take on different meaning when colors are applied. So how did you end up coming here with Kaiba?"
"Seto? I told him about the dreams. No details but that I had to talk to you. He wants to be kept informed, says it's his right. I told him okay and then he offered me a ride."
"Well of course we'll keep him informed. This danger is to him and maybe even Mokuba. I don't want either of them hurt. Now may I see what you have done?" Yami held his hand out for the notebook. Joey handed it to him.
Yami looked over the notebook slowly, noting which pictures had colors and which didn't. Voice low, he sounded out some of the symbols in various pictures. At times he would gasp or turn quickly back to a previous part as if comparing or putting together a picture in his mind. Finally, he came to the last page and stared at the picture. Slowly he turned towards Joey.
"Do you know what you have drawn?" Yami asked, his voice with all the command of the Pharaoh in it.
"Wha?" Joey looked up, "What's wrong?"
Yami opened the book, turning it; he showed Joey the last picture. It depicted a beautiful boat sailing over a sea of sand but what caught Joey's eye was the eye. The eye on the sail, so similar to the one of Yugi's puzzle, Yami's home. The eye was on the crosspiece of a huge golden scale.
"Isn't that a... whayamacallit... a scale. They used those in old days to weigh things right?" Joey asked.
"Yes, a scale. But Joey the scale has a special significance in Egyptian religion. When you die, you go into the Hall of Judgment. There you have to face forty-two gods. To each one you have to swear that you have not committed a particular evil. After that your heart is weighed against a feather of Ma�at. Ma�at is the goddess of Justice. If your heart sank, you were evil; if it rose, you were good. If it rose, you went onto eternal life. And it was the job of our Priests to make sure we died with a light heart. So this symbol means your... lover in the past was a priest but this is not just any priest. A simple priest might use a lead scale, a higher priest bronze. A priest serving the nobility, silver. A priest who serves one of the royal family, gold. Only the high priest used the Millennium Scale. Which means Kaiba was my Priest or some Pharaoh's Priest. Do you... have you ever called him by name in your dreams?"
"Not really but... last night it was different, the dream. It started earlier. Like the dream started before we was out there. We were still in their rooms and when we get to the end of the dream, I wanted to call him... Sef--, Sef-something."
"Seferet. His name was Seferet. He was my high priest. And the owner of the Millennium Scale. I think it's time I call Shadi in." Yami reached over for the phone. "Maybe he can help.
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Seto leaned back, his supple leather chair creaking. Frowning, he stared at the wall. Somehow he had to reduce his technology department on the Sphinx assignment without losing any of his people. Tapping his bottom lip with his pen, he sat back up. With a sigh of disgust, he stood up. A rustle let him know that he knocked something from his desk. Turning, he picked it up. Frowning at the plain brown envelope, he turned it over. It was from Mokuba's school. Opening it, he worried. Had his inattention caused Mokuba's grades to go down? Was he hurting his brother? Reading the letter, he chuckled and left the office. Moving quickly, he headed towards the dining room.
Mokuba was munching through his dinner, his homework next to him. He hoped that if he managed to finish his homework early, that Seto would let him stay up tonight.
Seto walked up behind his little brother and knelt down. "Hey Otouto, I read the letter, congratulations."
"Seto!" Mokuba turned and hugged his brother. "Pretty good, huh?"
"Nope, Excellent. So when are the finals?"
"In a week, I think you have to go to China that Saturday." Mokuba said between bites.
"I'll cancel. Who else made it?" Seto got up and sat in a chair. Sighing, he reached over and made a plate for himself.
"You don't have to. Umm Just me from my school but three others from my district."
"I want to, Mokuba. You're my brother. Good. Do you want to watch something tonight?" Seto ate swiftly, taking careful bites.
"Yeah! A new series starts tonight at 10:00. I know it's an hour..."
"You can stay up, I'll be in at 11 to make sure you go to bed, don't worry. And I really am proud of you."
"I know." Mokuba wrote one more answer down and closed his book, trapping his homework in it.
"Is that math?" Seto gestured towards the closed book.
"Hmm yeah, Algebra."
Seto beckoned and Mokuba handed him the book. "When you're done, go shower ok? I'll read over this, you can fix it if you need to before your show."
"Thanks, Seto." Mokuba hugged his brother and left.
Seto ate slowly as he checked over Mokuba's homework.
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Joey shifted from foot to foot, bouncing as the phone rang. A fat drop of water fell off his hair. "Come on, answer Seto!" The phone rang twice more.
"Kaiba."
"Hey, It's Joey. Ummm is it too late to come over there?" Joey asked quietly.
"No, I'm still up. Do you want me to send the car for you?" Seto asked.
"Nah, just open the gate in about two minutes. I'm right down the street from you."
"It's pouring out there." Seto pointed out, a finger rubbing his eyebrow.
"Yeah, when I started out, it wasn't like this. So will ya?" Joey shifted from side to side.
"Yes, come on. I'll have the gate open when you get here."
"Thanks, Seto." Joey hung up and walked up the road. Soon enough he trudged up the walkway. The door opened before he could knock. Two towels were tossed at him.
"Dry off. I wouldn't have made you walk here in the rain. I'm not that evil."
"Never thought ya were, Seto." Joey stepped in, toweling his head. Tossing the second towel behind him.
"I told you we should have called him from the game shop, Joey." Yugi peered around Joey. "Thank you, Kaiba."
Seto raised one eyebrow and looked at Yugi. "I thought nothing could get that hair to lie flat."
Yugi grinned and rubbed his hair. "Yami doesn't like it much. When it started raining, he... retreated."
"Yami isn't stupid. So did you have your... talk?" Seto leaned over and subtly pressed a button.
"Yeah... we did, and you really are gonna wanna know this. I wonder if you and Yami are related."
Seto froze halfway to standing up, "Do... not... even... joke... about... that."
"Ya never know. Anyways... we got some information for ya."
A uniformed older lady entered the room. "Yes, sir."
"Take them and let them change into dry. Then wash and dry their clothes. You two go with her. Bring them to my study when they have changed." Seto stared at them as they followed the woman out of the room. Turning to check the clock, he winced when he saw that it was five minutes to eleven. He headed off to put Mokuba to bed.
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Joey swung his foot, impatiently.
"Joey, he may not mind our coming this late but he will mind if you mar his furniture." Yami pointed out tiredly.
"Huh? Oh yeah, just what's up about making us wait?"
Seto opened the door, "I had to put Mokuba to bed. I let him stay up an hour later tonight."
"Yah! You and Yami have to be related. You both sneak around so quietly."
"We don't sneak, you're just too busy making noise to listen to what's going on around you."
"Yeah, uh huh, so how's Mokuba?"
"He's fine. Now what is this information you wanted to let me know?" Seto settled in his chair.
Yami pulled his chair closer to the desk and laid out the notebook. "For the past few days I have had Joey write down everything he could remember about his dreams. He even drew illustrations. Good ones, I'm proud to say. Now he told me that he talked to you earlier. What did he say?"
"That I was in danger and perhaps Mokuba was too. That he was having dreams but you said they were memories of past lives. That he and I were friends, back then at least."
"Good. Well I spent some time meditating on my past and I remember some parts of your life. The key was in the drawings. This one." Yami flipped to the picture of the sandboat under sail. "This one, notice the design on the sail. When I first saw it, it was a bunch of same thickness random lines, but when Joey added color to them, I could see it. A scale, with the Millennium Eye on it. The scales are a symbol of the Priesthood. Gold scales are members who served the royal family; the Millennium Scales, he served the Pharaoh. This is your ship, you would never have stolen it. To do so would bring the wrath of the Gods. You were my high Priest, Seferet.
"I remembered the first day, you saw him, the Joey-who-was. He was ill and sunburned. You claimed him for the Gods. You spent hours tending him. You taught him our language. When your wife died, you took him to be your mate, to help raise your children. The Joey-that-was was so important to you. Unfortunately, I don't know what happened because I went into the puzzle before your death but there is every reason the scales would have returned to you. Perhaps they gave you all of the Millennium Items. I've contacted someone else who lived then, I'm hoping that he can tell me what happened after I went into the puzzle."
"I see... and how is this a danger to me or my brother?"
"Because someone's after it. It's not Bakura or Malik. So it's someone else who wants to harness the power of the scales. Only those destined for them can use the Millennia items but tell me truthfully Kaiba, if someone takes Mokuba and tells you that unless you use the Scales for whatever they wish you to use them, they'll kill Mokuba. Tell me that you won't do it."
"Of course I would, only up until the time I can launch an assault, get Mokuba back, and kill anyone who hurt him." Seto ground out, his eyes flashing.
"Well, now you understand. I just wished I remembered what the Scales special talent is." Yami frowned.
"Yami don't all the Items have something to do with the soul?" Joey asked.
"Yes, Joey, they do.
"Well you said that when you died, y'all believe that your soul was weighed on a scale. Maybe it weighs souls or it can tell you if a person is right for something?" Joey shrugged.
"I think you're right, Joey. Very astute. Now we need to know who is doing this and why. To help us figure this out, I need another favor, Kaiba."
Seto shrugged and nodded.
"I need Joey to stay here tonight, he doesn't have to sleep in the same room but in a nearby one will be ok."
"Wha?!" Joey jerked upright.
"What?" Seto repeated.
"I need to see what effect having Joey close to you will have on the dreams. When he acknowledged that they were trying to send him a message, they changed. Now let's see what happens when you sleep in the same house. Joey, is this ok with you?" Yami whispered.
"Yeah, maybe this time, it'll give me a better clue. Is it ok with you, Seto?" Joey turned to face him.
"Fine. I'll let you stay in the room next to mine and you, Yami?"
"We have to go home. Suguroku would flip if he came home and Yugi wasn't there. The rain has stopped and it's not far."
"It's dangerous anyhow." Seto picked up his small black phone, dialing two digits. "Ken, pull the car around, you're going to take Yami Muto to Kame Game Shop."
"Thank you."
"I'll bring your uniform to school."
"Thanks again, we will find out who this is Kaiba and stop them. I give you my word as Pharaoh and as a friend." Yami bowed and left.
Seto stood up, "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." Silently Seto lead Joey through the house. Finally stopping at a large door, he opened it. "Here you are. The maid will wake you up at six, breakfast at seven."
"Cool. Thanks a lot. If you dream tonight, you should write it down. I'm sure Yami would be interested."
"I will... sleep well."
"You too." Joey slipped in and closed the door.
Seto walked across the hall to his room and no sooner than he was inside, he started undressing. Tossing his clothes into a chair, he climbed into bed. After today, he didn't see how he could get to sleep. Especially since the owner of those remarkable sea green eyes that had haunted his dreams for months, was across the hall.
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Gin no Umi o Wataru (To Cross the Silver Sea)