Chaos Effect

"Where is she?!?" Mokuba shouted as he rushed out of the elevator, looking about wildly. "Where is that-" He caught himself, clearly knowing that people were around and he'd get in trouble if he cursed, "where is Ishizu? When I get my hands on her-!"

"Easy there, Mokuba," Tristan said, catching the boy as he hurried past.

"Let me go!"

"Not until you calm down," Tristan said, easily lifting him up. "Come on, stop squirming! You can't escape my classic Tristan Lock! I use it on Yugi all the time when we see new cards and he's only slightly bigger than you."

Yugi glowered at that.

Mokuba though continued to struggle! "I want at her! I want at her! What she did to my big brother-!"

"You'll never be able to get to her though," Yugi said with a sigh. "The Security team has been looking for her since Edwin…"

Tristan sighed at that. While Kaiba didn't actually believe that Ishizu had mystical powers and that their group had gone into the Millennium Puzzle he did believe that Ishizu had done something. He currently held the theory that they'd all been drugged and had demanded that the doctors give them a series of tests to make sure whatever Ishizu had slipped them was out of their systems. Edwin, he had reasoned, had simply taken too much and that had caused it to appear that his heart had stopped. Kaiba had also ordered Ishizu brought in for questioning but she hadn't been spotted until her duel against Kaiba… and then she had slipped away, disappearing like she hadn't even been there.

'Except she was,' Tristan thought. 'And she gave Kaiba the greatest dose of irony that she could.'

"I can find her!" Mokuba insisted.

Yugi smiled sadly at that. "Mokuba, with the Millennium Necklace Ishizu can see the future. She'd be able to spot you coming and move."

"No she wouldn't!" Mokuba declared. "Edwin locked down my mind with the Millennium Key."

"We don't know if that also prevents her from see other future events though," Tea admitted. "Like… she can't see you but she can see a door opening and herself being confronted by someone?" She screwed up her face; it was all rather confusing and none of them actually had a user's manual on how the Millennium Items worked.Tristan knew that Edwin said they worked on the power of belief… if one thought they could do something then they could.

'Except what if you want them to do something but the logic only makes sense to you?' Tristan thought. 'Like… the Millennium Key. It's a Key. But Pianos also have Keys. So that means that anyone holding the Key can make musical numbers happen because they can force music to play! Except that would never happen!'

~MC~MC~MC~

Troy, resting in his phone home, suddenly cracked an eye open before shrugging and going back to sleep.

~MC~MC~MC~

'That's what's so frustrating with the Millennium Items,' Tristan thought as he finally set Mokuba down, the boy so focused on explaining how he would be able to find Ishizu (Never mind he had no idea what he'd do ONCE he found her) that he was no longer struggling. 'We have no idea what they can do and they seem to be pulling powers out every hour! It's like how Duel Monsters used to be… Kaiba might be a smug jerk on his best days but his rules for Battle City at least make sense.' Even with all the knowledge about Duel Monsters that he'd gained from Earth-2 Tristan still didn't understand half of what had happened during Duelist Kingdom. 'How the heck can Yugi playing a field spell give monsters unrelated to it a bonus… and how can he destroy his own field spell?!?!'

Mokuba had a stubborn look on his face as the gang explained that they couldn't just lock down the blimp room by room and try and starve Ishizu out. It was… actually a better plan than Tristan would have come up with but still a bad one. But what was more disturbing was just how much like his brother Mokuba looked in that moment. He was shooting them the same withering stare that Kaiba loved to use when he felt that someone had said something so frustrating stupid that there were no words to explain just how dumb he thought they were. It was honestly rather disturbing to see that familiar look on a different face.

"I want to deal with her. She insulted the Kaiba name!"

'Except it isn't the Kaiba name… is it?' Tristan thought. That was the heart of the matter: Ishizu had revealed who Kaiba… who Shinryu… really was. And then she'd destroyed the symbol of his power, metaphorically tearing apart all that was known and accepted about Seto Kaiba.

"Mokuba," Tea said softly, "Ishizu is dangerous."

"I know but-"

Tea placed a hand on his shoulder.

"She killed Edwin."

Mokuba stopped short.

It was a horribly low blow. But one that needed to be said all the same to snap the boy out of his rage spiral.

"She killed Edwin," Tea repeated. "He has a Millennium Item, a cane that was made to battle gods, and has the love of a goddess. He fought Wyatt and Enigma and Aiden. He's the reincarnation of a Greek Mage that scared the Pharaoh's father. And Ishizu still managed to kill him." Mokuba slumped at that. "NONE of us are strong enough to deal with her right now."

"And don't forget dat creep Marik," Joey suddenly chimed in. He had been utterly quiet ever since what had happened to Kaiba and his Blue-Eyes. Tristan didn't know if it was sympathy, a sudden awareness that he'd only make things worse if he tried saying a word, or the dark knowledge that he'd dreamed of doing that himself many times but it wasn't fun and games to actually see it happen. But he'd stayed silent for the most part.

"Marik?" Mokuba said, crinkling his nose in confusion. "What about him?"

"Ya think that freaky deaky dude is gonna just sit by while his sis makes our lives a livin' hell?" Joey asked. "He has a massive chip on his shoulder and hates his sister, man. He ain't gonna take kindly ta her bein' seen as the one everyone should fear on da blimp. He's gonna wanna do something big and bad to prove himself."

There was a brief flash, barely visible, and Tristan knew at once the Pharaoh had taken control of Yugi's body. "Joey is right, Mokuba. And it is something we all must consider." He glanced at the Tristan and the others. "Marik… he has seen now Ishizu strike three blows against us. Yugi. Edwin. Seto. And while two of those have been undone-" And Tristan didn't miss the wince Mokuba gave at it only being two; he knew that the Pharaoh didn't miss it either, "-they were still blows that left their marks. We must be ready for him to attempt his own strike against us."

"What… what could he do to us?" Mokuba suddenly said, nervously.

Tea and Tristan shared a look.

You will obey only me. My words. My commands. You will stand there and not move as I drive knowledge into your mind. It hurts? I don't care. YOU don't care. You have no need to care. To be upset. It doesn't matter. You don't matter. You serve me. Only me.

"A lot," Tea managed to get out, Joey reaching over and wrapping an arm around her. None of them understood the might of the Millennium Rod… none of them realized just how powerful Marik was with it. Even with Edwin having locked down their minds Tristan remained terrified that Marik would find a way to-

'No… I can't focus on that. Not now. I need to be preparing, not trembling.'

The Pharaoh, thankfully, didn't not push them. Nor did Mokuba demand that they explain. Tea's haunted gaze was enough to get it through the young boy's head that Marik was NOT someone to mess with. "We must remain in groups. Have phones or the like ready in case we do encounter either him or Ishizu. If you do you must contact myself, Edwin, or Mai." At the inclusion of the third person Joey frowned but the Pharaoh added, "While Mai may have difficulty against Marik… Selene would not."

"Is… is that wise though?" Tea asked. "Relying on Selene? I mean… she doesn't seem like a nice person… goddess… being."

"Perhaps not but Selene knows that Edwin cares for us. She would help."

Tristan wasn't sure about that.

"Brom," Joey said suddenly. "Call Brom before Mai." The others looked at him. "Dude's a Death God, sure, but he seems decent enough. And he sure didn't mind takin' it ta Marik in der duel."

The Pharaoh nodded before looking at Mokuba. "But first… I think your brother needs you by his side far more than he needs you chasing after Ishizu."

Mokuba managed a nod at that and hurried up to the dueling platform, Tristan turning away to give the two the respect they deserved.

~MC~MC~MC~

"You're scared."

Mai winced at that, sitting on our bed as she twisted her hands together. It was so wrong to see her like that and it truly bothered me. I'd seen Mai at her best and her worst. And not in the sense that I'd seen her be her most heroic and her most villainous. I'd seen her looking radiant and beautiful and confident, sweeping through parties with a smirk and a laugh and knowing that she completely owned the room. And I'd see her sitting on the toilet as she looked at her face and tried to determine just how to do her hair, ratty and messed up as it was, so that it hid the zit that was slowly forming along the top of her forehead.

But seeing her utterly nervous and worried and unsure? It was like seeing a fish be afraid of water.

I knew that Mai had fears. Hell, I'd felt her tremble after I'd come back from the dead, clinging to me and demanding I never leave her again. I'd thought that was just the emotions of what she'd gone through making her speak without thinking but apparently I was wrong.

I finally sat down next to her, to show her I was taking this seriously. I didn't like sitting when I had to talk to people… I liked to move. Pace. My father had once commented that it was unrealistic in shows for characters to move about another character during a conversation because "people don't do that". And then totally missed me doing that. But… I wanted Mai to see that I wasn't being distracted by anything. She had my entire focus.

"Scared?" Mai said in a small voice. "I'm terrified." She looked down at her hands. "You died, Edwin. And that… put everything in perspective. PaniK tried to burn you alive-"

"In his defense he's really sorry about that," I said before making a face. "Seriously, I can't believe THAT is what is canon now… Shaggy better not be the King of Games."

Mai though could barely crack a smile at that and at once I felt bad for making jokes. "Then Tea's father stabbed you and you almost bled out. You were trapped in that VR world for months. You were beaten up by the Rare Hunters and if Renard hadn't gotten to you who knows what would have happened. Then there was Engima and his forces, Wyatt, Entropy and whatever THEY want from you… and now Ishizu? And Marik is still out there and you said that we next have some Atlantaen cult coming after us and sealing souls into stone cards-"

"I need to see if I can lock down souls," I muttered before wincing. "Sorry… sorry."

Mai though wasn't upset by me interrupting. She was just clearly… tired.

"I waited thousands of years for you to return, Edwin," Mai said softly. "I waited millennia and I apparently got so bored waiting that I created an alternate personality just to kill time. And we don't even know if this is my first human identity." She looked up at me suddenly, terror written across her features. "What if she just gets bored and decides to never lock away her memories again?"

"Mai," I said softly, "You just said it yourself: you are Selene. Just with… extra baggage." I waved my hand about at that. "But you are still you when she takes over."

"Except it doesn't feel that way," Mai muttered. "I don't remember what I do when she takes over."

"I know," I said softly. "We could always ask her though…"

"She'd lie," Mai muttered. When I raised an eyebrow at that she added, "its what I would do, Edwin. Its what I would do."

I didn't have a good answer for that.

"I don't want to wait again because you got killed off by some psycho. I just… maybe Selene has the right idea. We do it how she wants… drain the God Cards and you are now immortal."

"If-"

But Mai cut me off. "Or we find some other way! There are all sorts of tales of people going from mortal to immortal. Psyche, Sun Wukong-"

"Someone has been researching this," I muttered.

Mai rested her head on my shoulder, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it tight. "I don't want to lose you Ediwn. So… why not do this? The God cards have caused nothing but trouble. Wouldn't the world be better off if they were gone?"

"And I hold their power?" I pressed.

Mai smiled softly. "You would be a better guardian of that power than Marik."

"I would seek to use the Ring for Good, Frodo. But through me it would twist my hopes and ambitions until I was just a second Sauron." Mai glanced at me and I sighed. "Power corrupts, Mai. And I understand how dangerous that is for me."

"For you?" she pressed.

"My very bloodline is designed for addiction. I've had aunts that smoked packs of cigarettes a day. Alcoholics. Drug addicts. My genetic makeup means I am at risk for addiction and it is something I am very careful with. Power is the more cruel of drugs because it is designed to hurt others first before it hurts you."

"You don't know that though," Mai pressed.

I let the Millennium Key appear from my chest. "I never wanted this thing. I knew I couldn't get rid of it though. And now I've purified the damn thing…" I made a face at that odd turn of phrase, "…and I can feel that its now stuck with me or me with it, depending on how you want to think about it. But the point is now it's a part of me."

"Edwin-"

"I went into Duelist Kingdom thinking I could make a few bucks. Got Yugi's Exodia cards to sell… and I walked out of there a multi millionaire. And now if I need to travel someplace unless I want to keep the Key a secret I just teleport. I used to count my pennies… now I don't count my hundred dollar bills. Power… power doesn't just corrupt. It becomes the norm, Mai. That's what worries me. It is so easy for someone to get used to it and no longer see it as special. Or to see it become the normal and want more." I shook my head. "More money. More magic. More godhood. That is my worry."

Mai though turned so she could face me. "If there is one person in this world I would trust with such power… its you, Edwin."

I wished I could have believed her. Or at least believed in myself.

"I promise I will be more careful," I told her, pulling her in close, Mai snuggling up to me. But while I would have loved to give her more promises… I couldn't do that. I couldn't swear I wouldn't die. That I would claim the power of the Egyptian God Cards and remove her terror that we would be separated.

Because I knew my mythology well.

Even gods could die.

~MC~MC~MC~

"You must feel rather conflicted at the moment," Pegasus said, startling Solomon.

The old man had considered tucking himself away in his room but had found that it was far too quiet. That was something that he had never gotten used to, even after the many years he'd spent retired: silence. During his days exploring the world there had always been noise. The cries of farm animals in the barns he'd tucked himself away in, wanting to get a cheap night's sleep while also avoiding his pursuers who knew that an expensive hotel was the first place to look for him. The explosions of dig sites as men worked at all hours trying to uncover the secrets of the past. The chatter of drunks and card sharks as he slept in a booth, an empty glass his only companion.

But his room on the blimp had been soundproofed so that all he heard was silence. Even the little minifridge was whisper quiet. So Solomon had finally retreated from his room and set himself up in a corner of the lounge, propping his head against a wall so he could hear the thrum of the engines as the blimp made its way across the night sky. He would have preferred if he could look out the window and watch the clouds lazily drift past them as the stars reflected on the ocean so that one could no longer tell which way was up and which was down but… well… the sound was good enough. Reminded him of simpler times when the only one he had to worry about was himself.

Before Arthur.

Before Naamah.

Before Yugi.

"That must have been something," Pegasus said, taking a seat across from Solomon. Reaching into his pocket Pegasus pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and two small shot glasses, pouring out two fingers for each of them. "Seeing Ishizu do that to Kaiba-Boy."

Solomon didn't say a word.

"After all, considering what he did to your copy of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon I can only imagine what you felt seeing the same thing happen to him." Pegasus held up the glass of whiskey, looking it over.

"I never took you for someone to swill this stuff," Solomon said, picking up his own glass and throwing the drink down his throat. He felt it burn the back of his throat, bringing back fond memories of pounding back glass after glass with friend and foe alike after a long day of crawling through crypts, sneaking through dense jungles, and pulling off gambles that would have made every Confidence Man in the Lower 48 tremble in terror.

"Oh, the things that the world doesn't know about me," Pegasus said with a teasing smile. He lifted the glass up and took the most tiny of sips, face twisting comically as he did so, cheeks bulging out and eyes nearly popping from their sockets. But Solomon merely continued to stare at the man, not even reacting to his little show. Pegasus met his gaze finally… and then downed the entire shot in a single fluid movement before setting it down on the table. Solomon, with a smirk, poured them both another shot before raising his glass up, Pegasus mimicking his toast.

The same burning. Like an old friend one hadn't seen and despite the fears they might have changed when you finally saw them again it was like no time had passed.

"I imagine you know a thing or two about presenting a particular image to the world," Pegasus stated.

Solomon poured out another shot. "Did you know that there is a type of mussel that has invaded the Great Lakes?" He glanced over at Pegasus. "The ones in America."

"Surrounding Michigan, correct?" Pegasus said before smirking. "I feel as if we should get Eddy-Boy involved in this conversation. He might be very well the expert." Pegasus downed his shot, not even reacting. "Mussels?"

"That's right. Invasive species. Horrible thing. Except they are really good at filtering the waters. They cling onto shipwrecks, because the Great Lakes have so many of them, and they filter the water so it becomes very clear. Makes it easier for those using diving drones to see the wrecks. It truly is amazing." He paused. "Except that with all those mussels covering the ships it makes identification very difficult. An interesting turn of events, isn't it?"

"I suppose so. And just who are the mussels and who is the ship in this little scenario."

"No one."

"Oh come now!" Pegasus laughed. "Clearly you were building for a metaphor!"

But Solomon merely kept staring the man down. "Not at all. You merely got me thinking about it… I assumed you were a fisherman." He paused. "Though, considering your poor quality of bait…"

"Now now, no need to talk in riddles," Pegasus teased.

"You want me to give you a reaction," Solomon stated. "Glee or rage or sorrow or something like that. Most likely because you don't know how to react."

"I don't-"

But Solomon cut him off. "I don't know why you are having problems processing this. Maybe its because you know that you've done horrible things to Seto Kaiba and seeing him go through this now has you conflicted, wondering if you brought him that same amount of pain. Or perhaps you just want someone to confirm that you aren't anything like Ishizu Ishtar and what she did is far different from what you yourself did to him. Or, perhaps, it is the other way around. Maybe you are thinking about how Seto tore apart my Blue-Eyes White Dragon and are wondering if I can forgive him now… and if I can do that for him then perhaps you can find a path to forgiveness."

"I-"

"Then again? Perhaps it is more that you have seen him suffer as he caused me to suffer and it has you worried. Does the world function on some cosmic scale, literally weighing our actions? If so then you have a lot to fear, Pegasus. You hurt quite a few people and in ways that would be quite traumatic for you."

He took the bottle and downed a single swig of it, not bothering with the glass.

"Or you just want to entertain yourself with gossip and rumors and cute little quips. That's also possible. You seem like a man who needs such things in order to survive and thrive. Feasting on the mockery others give their foes. Well… I'm afraid I will not be able to offer that to you." He rose up. "I feel nothing for Seto Kaiba. No hatred, no sorrow, no joy, no delight." He paused, considering his words. "I take that back… I feel pity for him. When he destroyed my Blue-Eyes White Dragon I moved on. I kept going. I didn't let it define me or break me. I don't know if Kaiba will be able to do that. I think that victory is how he defined himself and now he doesn't have that to fall back on. So I do find myself wondering how he will deal with all that happened. How he will find a way to move on. But that is all I have to say on the matter."

And with that he rose up and began to walk away.

"…for what its worth?" Pegasus said softly. "I am sorry for what I did. Not just to you… but for Yugi as well."

Solomon let out a long sigh… before walking back to the table and pouring them both another drink.

"It is only because you see you hurt Yugi that I accept," Solomon said before raising his glass. "Now… unless you have some good stories to tell… shut up and drink."

Pegasus kept his mouth shut, only opening his lips to throw back another shot.

~MC~MC~MC~

Marik frowned as he stroked the Millennium Rod, savoring the feeling of the warm metal against the tips of his fingers. When he had been growing up he had only known gold to be cold to the touch. He had become convinced that the metal was some kind of leech, sucking away his heat rather than his blood.

There had been one nightmare that had left him terrified whenever it had echoed through his mind. He was all alone in the tombs, looking desperately for Odion, knowing that his brother would protect him ('how foolish to believe that I would need that soft-hearted fool to save me!'). But as he passed through the hall, moving from door to door that held only dark and empty rooms, he had found himself utterly and completely alone ('as I prefer! Others only get in the way!'). Finally though he'd made it to the end of the hall, to the last room from which the only light could be seen. But it wasn't a candle or a torch that had led him into that room. No… it had been the golden sarcophagus of the Nameless Pharaoh. It had sat there, with the sculpted features of the young ruler staring at him with dull impassionate eyes, arms folded over his chest, form covered in the faded paints made from the crushed remains of beetles.

It was just a box. He had understood that, deep down, even as a child. No different than the one that he kept hidden from his father that contained the few 'toys' that he enjoyed playing with when his father was lost in his study of the ancient ways ('or becoming drunk on the sacrificial wines'). It had been nothing to fear. It most likely hadn't even contained the body of the Pharaoh; if it had Marik was sure that his father would have spent most of his days kneeling before it, asking for it to guide him. But it was just a box. Nothing special. Nothing important.

But in Marik's nightmares the face of the Pharaoh had opened its eyes and freed its arms from its sculpted chest and grabbed him before he could even move. Its clinging fingers were utterly cold and they latched onto his wrist and Marik, despite all he could do, hadn't been able to escape. It was like just by touching him it had merged its golden fingertips with his tan flesh, linking them and making them one. He had tried desperately to escape but hadn't been able to, finding himself trapped. Marik had only been able to watch in horror as the fingers of the Pharaoh slowly turned to flesh, metal fading away leaving in their place warm skin. But to bring about such a change a sacrifice was needed and that was Marik. He had watched as his own arm slowly turned into gold, hard and cold and unmoving, and as he'd turned to call for help he'd seen his brother and his sister had already been turned into lifeless sarcophaguses, forever frozen in place with their faces twisted not into emotionless masks but rather permanently etched screaming.

It was only when his mouth remained that he would awaken from such nightmares.

But the gold of the Millennium Rod was not cold. It did not leach the heat from him. It was warm and comforting, chasing away the chill that seemed to forever cling to him ever since he had left Egypt.

'As if the Gods are trying to drive me back,' he thought before forcing such thoughts to leave his mind. He would not be the plaything of the Gods, forced to do as they desired simply because they gave the weakest of discomforts. He was stronger than that and refused to give in to such weakness.

Marik gripped the Millennium Rod all the harder.

He HATED being seen as weak.

He was far stronger than the whimpering child he had been, even up to a few days ago. Before that fool Odion had been removed from the equation he had relied on far too many. The Rare Hunters. Odion. And before that that bitch whore he had called sister.

'I no longer need them,' Marik thought as he gripped his Millennium Item. 'With Odion no longer limiting my power I have no need for such crutches. Had he not been there during Battle City keeping me from doing all I could do I would have already claimed the Egyptian God Cards and the Pharaoh's Puzzle as well!'

But even as he thought that he considered other… powers.

'Edwin Chaos' Millennium Key certainly is mighty. The ability to block any Millennium Item AND to appear anywhere in the world? A worthy weapon that should only be held by me. My sister's Millennium Necklace as well… the ability to see into the past would allow me to understand better my foes… and bring forth their trauma and fears until they were left whimpering before my feet. Bakura's Millennium Ring… I still know little of what that item could do… it certainly didn't save him from my wrath.' Marik smirked at that, remembering how the fool had burned away to nothing under the flames of Ra. 'But within my hands? I could unleash its power! Find the other items! The Eye. The Scales. Hold all Seven and make myself the Pharaoh!'

He grinned, lips pulling up till they made the skin on his cheeks burn. But he still grinned on.

'And then… claim the powers of the Death God and the Moon Goddess! Be rid of the need to hold the Egyptian Gods and become a God myself! My sister fears the return of the Dark God? Why can it not be ME?'

And with that Marik threw his head back and laughed, his mind made up.

He would claim them all. Everything.

And nothing would stop him.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Fool," the Spirit of the Millennium Ring murmured as he watched Marik cackle. "You have no idea the power I hold." He reached up, feeling where the torn and still healing burned flesh on his cheek met the raw Shadow Realm magic that was keeping him held together. He melted back into the Shadows, disappointed he couldn't watch more but knowing that at the moment such feats as spying upon his enemies (for all were his enemies) slowed his healing down to a crawl… and in fact would make it so that he began to regress. And that was something he couldn't have.

It would take some time for him to fully reform Ryou Bakura's body and because of the trauma that had been done to it he'd been forced to place the boy's soul into a deep slumber. He didn't need him waking up and going mad from the pain. That left the Spirit tired… he had to draw fully on his own power to do all he wished, rather than feeding upon the boy's boundless essence.

The Spirit would forever be thankful for his Host's father for bringing him to the boy. Ryou was so… special. Containing so much power within him.

It amused him to no end that no one realized just what the boy exactly was.

Except… for him.

~MC~MC~MC~

"They are approached the island… just as you expected."

The young man let out a huff even as he smirked. "Of course they are. I told you that they would. A few tweaks to their guidance system, a few alterations to their speed, and it was a simple enough matter to divert them here."

"They will be arriving in the morning," another voice stated.

"They will… and you best be ready. You have studied up on this game? This… Duel Monsters?"

"Of course," another voice said only for the boy's smile to fall. "I mean… yes, master."

The boy's pleasant mood… or pleasant mood for him… returned. "Good. Due to the limitations of this world we find ourselves in Duel Monsters as the only game we can use in order to complete our goals. You have selected who you desire?"

A fourth voice chimed in. "We thought of it carefully and have selected the weakest of them. While there is something to be said for the power they might bring it is far better to assure victory."

He wasn't surprised that the weaklings would take the coward's way but didn't say a word. It was their choice in the end, plain and simple.

"And… what of Seto Kaiba, Yugi Muto, and Edwin C-Chaos?" the final voice asked.

He narrowed his eyes, hating the fear that the man let tint his words. "I will deal with them. Unless you are afraid of their mere presence."

"Of… of course not!" All five proclaimed as one.

"Very good. Then prepare for tomorrow."

"Yes… Master Noah."

Noah Kaiba smiled as he leaned forward in his chair, steepling his fingers together.

'Yes… and you rest well dear brother,' he thought as he stared at the image of Seto losing the duel against Ishizu. 'You think the loss of one of your Blue-Eyes White Dragons was painful? After tomorrow it will be nothing… for I will be taking EVERYTHING from you. Just as you did me. You will soon join your precious dragon… destroyed along with it!'