Friday, March 18, 2005

doing nothing, just sitting, finishing off the box of life *sigh* so board...
ha! updating 2day instead of sun, cause i've got drama festival 2morrow. don't have a new serial yet (sighs as three people walk out) but hey, whatchya gonna do? only 1 HPMI chap this week-drama practices. man, i am so tired! i've been comming home late every night cause of practice. on the bright side though, last night was premire night, and my bo and his mom showed up! yeehe! well, i've run out of stuff to babble about.
peace out!
kat

germany count down-88 or 87 days (can't update the countdown callende at school!)
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Saturday, March 12, 2005

   well, just sitting here, doing nothing. next week i'm going to the drama festival, so no posting next sat (oh, i'm breaking so many hearts). two chaps of hpmi this week at my site-pink hair joke hahaha! okay, i'll stop talking and give you what you came for-the thrilling conclusion of BomB!!

Chapter Seven
“Yura, reschedule my 2 o’clock for 3.”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba,” Yura confirmed, following him.
They were back in the KaibaCorp building, heading for the elevator. Seto led, followed by Yura, then Mokuba. The three of them got into the elevator.
“And tell Gates that the dinner is still on,” he said as he pushed two separate buttons.
“I’m on it,” she nodded again.
He looked over his younger brother. “And make him dress into something more acceptable, I won’t have him dressed like this tonight.” The elevator doors opened on the third floor, and he got off. “I’m counting on you Yura,” it wasn’t really trust, it was an order.
“As always sir, I’m on it,” she assured.
The doors closed again, and the two of them rode the elevator to the top floor. She started to lead him down the hall. She kept her eyes forward. He looked around in wonder; how far humans had come in the short span he’d been gone, how far indeed. He stopped within one doorframe, and starred at the elegant furnishings.
Yura noticed that he was no longer following her, and retraced her steps. She found him in the bedroom, opening the closet.
“What’re you doing?” she sighed.
“This must be the most lavish chamber in this palace,” he thought out loud in wonder. “Most fitting for a first born.”
“Yeah…Well, that’s why its Seto’s.”
He looked to her again, actually looking through as if she weren’t even there.
“That is right, I forgot,” he flashed a smile that held no warmth in it, and closed the doors.
Yura shuddered slightly, then continued to lead him down the hall. They reached his room, and she allowed him in. He frowned at it; it was much smaller and plainer than that of the elder’s. He looked back to her.
“This is my chamber?”
“Yeah…uh…Seto wants you dressed in your suite for dinner. Dinner will be served at 7 PM. Do you need me to dress you too?”
He thought about it for a moment, but decided against it.
“No, I can do that myself, thank you.”
“Well, you know where to find me if you need me,” she left, and was happy to do so.
Now he turned back to the room before him; the place was a mess.
“Do not these humans have servants to cater to them?” he thought aloud, going to the closet. “And these robes are ill adequate, fore it is clear that this is a family of wealth,” he scowled, closing the closet now and going to the window. “Things must change here. Good thing I have returned then; seems this “Seto Kaiba” is as much a fool as my dear Set was. It is time for a change, I say. And I’m the one to do it.”
Chapter Eight
“Sir, I have to autopsy report on the fourth victim.”
“Well, what is it lieutenant?”
Joey was never really the “paper pushing, sit at the desk type”, but these latest murders had him for a loop. Three weeks since the Urishima murder, four more just like it happened. Each victim was drained of all their blood, leaving a tight crisp of flesh over bones. It was disgusting, sure, but it was also fascinating. What could possibly suck a person dry?
“Same as the last ones,” the younger man sighed, lowering his brown eyes. “Coroner says that all hemoglobin was drained from their systems, and all moister from the tissues.”
“What do you believe could be doing this sort of thing, lieutenant?”
The only thing that came to mind was a vampire, but were vampires real?
The closest thing he’d ever gotten to a vampire was Y. Bakura, but that didn’t count. Now he was starting to wish that’d he’d continued his magical education, or at least kept the textbooks. The only people he could consult about this matter were Yugi, Bakura, and Marik, but Yugi was in England, Bakura was who knows where, and Marik was probably in jail by now.
“A very sick man, sir,” he answered monotone.
“Are you sure it is a man, lieutenant?”
“Sir?”
Joey smiled slightly, but there was no mirth there. “Never mind me, lieutenant. I’ve lost too much sleep over this thing. Just go about your business.”
He nodded again. “Yes sir,” and he left.
Joey turned to his picture window behind his desk.
Sure, he had Syrie so he could keep in touch with Yugi, but the small falcon wasn’t the best thing to carry letters, besides, he needed answers now, and it’d take the bird three days at the least.
Nope, he was on his own with this case. No one would believe him if he said that he thought that there was a vampire lose in Domino, not that someone didn’t beat him to it; some trashy tabloid had it plastered across the front page for the second time, so far.
Speaking of, he reached for the morning’s paper, and there in big bold lettering was “The Domino Vampire-Cops Cover Up the Monster’s Feedings-Could It Be A Politician?”
“Hey! Who’s been leaking info to the press again!” he yelled down the cubicles, as he thumbed the article. “James!? Peterson!?”
“What now Wheeler?” came a voice from the doorframe.
Joey looked up to find Adam Peterson there. Peterson was dark haired, and about his age; the two had actually gone to high school together after Joey left Hogwarts. Peterson was like himself in many ways; both were from “the wrong side” of the tracks, both with street cred, and both dedicated to their work. Both of them had been at the police academy together, and graduated together. They’d both been up for this promotion to detective status at the same time too; long story short, Peterson was caught in a drug deal, and Joey had gotten the promotion; Peterson never forgave him for that.
“You been leaking info to the press again?” Joey scowled, throwing the paper at his fellow cop.
“Now, why would I do that?” he laughed a bit sarcastically. “I just mentioned to Jane West what some of us guys thought of your theories on the murders, that’s all.”
Joey clenched his fists; if he still had Josh, Peterson would so be in the Shadow Realm right now.
“I think the job’s getting on your nerves, boss man,” Peterson pushed away from the doorframe. “Maybe you should take some time off, and go play with your cards.”
“Yeah, well, you wanna know what I’d like to do with those cards right now?” he spat back.
“Really, Wheeler, still the tough street punk, hu?”
“At least I’m not dealing marijuana with teenagers.”
“There was never any proof to those accusations!” Peterson’s brown eyes narrowed.
“Well, when you’re dealing with a man on the inside, there never is, is there?”
“Just admit it, Wheeler, if I hadn’t been under suspicion, I’d’ve gotten your job.”
“Why you don’t admit it that you’re a lousy bad cop, who likes the company of little boys,” Joey sneered in returned.
“Why you…” Peterson had his hand hovering over the hilt of his 38 police special.
Before he could even lay one finger on it, Joey had his gun out, and aimed.
“I always was quicker on the draw, Adam,” he smiled his mirthless smile again, gesturing with the barrel of his gun. “Don’t even think about it. Not in a police station.”
Peterson pulled his hands away defensively, but scowled at the blonde. Just then, the lieutenant returned. He stopped in front of the door, looking from Detective Wheeler, to Peterson, then to the gun pointed at the later.
“Well, I believe that concludes our meeting, Peterson,” Joey gave another smile, trying to force mirth into it, but his eyes reflected steeliness. “Got anything from the witnesses?” he now turned to the lieutenant, as he replaced the gun into its holster.
Peterson turned to leave, closing the door behind him, but instead stopped outside, with the door ajar so he could hear what was said inside.
“Body number two. Name Jason Allen. Age 17.”
“Yeah, I know that. What’d you find out about him-any enemies?”
“He was a pickpocket, sir. Dropped out of school two years ago.”
“Well, what did you find?” Joey asked impatiently.
“The testimonies of three homeless people taking up residence near the site of the body all said that on the night of the murder, they saw a boy running from the scene. It was dark, but they described him as 6’9”, short black hair, white/Caucasian. He was wearing a sweatshirt, and jeans.”
“You know how many kids fit that description,” Joey sighed, sinking into his chair.
“Yes, but how many of them have the KaibaCorp logo on the back of their sweat shirt?”
“What are you talking about, lieutenant?” Joey turned a curious eye to him now.
“One of the men claimed that on the back of the boy’s sweat shirt was the KaibaCorp logo.”
“Well, I can only think of one person who’d fit that description then,” Joey said, but he wasn’t happy about it. “And it seems that he was also in the area when it happened.”
“You don’t think that the younger Kaiba is responsible…”
‘This conversation never happened, lieutenant,” Joey snapped quickly.
“But sir…”
Joey glared at him, narrowing his brown eyes. The man simply nodded as he gulped, then left the room; he went into an empty hallway, for Peterson had left long ago; he already had what he wanted.
Now though, Joey turned away from the door, thinking; the night they’d picked Mokuba up, he thought he’d felt something wrong about the boy, but it’d been five years since he’d felt anything like that; it was the power of the shadows of a Yami. Joey reached for the phone on his desk; he had to find out if Mokuba was being possessed or not.
“Hello, operator. I’d like you to connect me to the KaibaCorp building, top floor, apartment number four. Yes, I’ll hold.”
Chapter Nine
The call button beeped for the fourth time.
“Mr. Kaiba, Detective Wheeler is on line four, sir.”
“What does that blithering idiot want now?” he scoffed picking up the phone. “Yes, what is it Wheeler?”
“You’ve got to come down to the station right now, Kaiba.”
“Really, am I under arrest, Detective?” he said sarcastically, switching the phone to speaker mode.
“If you don’t get your CEO ass down here, you might be,” Joey snapped.
Seto scowled, but removed his glasses. “Fine. Give me a half hour to get my lawyer on the phone.”
“No. You need to get here ASAP.”
“Look, I’m not doing anything with out my lawyer by my side.”
“Kaiba, forget the stupid lawyer. Look, you’re not under arrest.”
“Then why do I have to be down there, now. You do realize that some people have real…”
“If you say “real jobs” Kaiba, so help me the next time I see you, I’ll shove the head of my gun where no one will ever find it. I’m a cop man, that is a real job!”
“Oh yes, you civil servant. But unlike you, my work schedule does not revolve around when people die.”
“Look, either you get down here now, or I’m going to have to book your brother on the suspicion of murder.”
Seto stopped his typing now, and he glared at the speaker. “I thought that he was cleared of the Urishima murder because of a lack of evidence.”
“We have a testimony from a witness of a murder that occurred the night we picked him up, that they saw a boy, matching his description leaving the scene.”
“Well, if you are charging him, then I will definitely need my lawyer then,” Seto spat.
“Look, I’m not charging him. You don’t know about these murders. Strange things are going down.”
“What kind of strange?”
“I can’t say over the phone. The guys around here already think I’m nuts, I don’t need this added to that list.”
“I repeat, Wheeler. What kind of strange, or I will just turn off the speaker phone, and leave you to your own devises.”
“Look, all I can say is that there’s a feel about this situation.”
“What kind of a feel?” he half scoffed, not paying attention now.
“A dark feeling,” Joey paused, then sighed. “The feel of the Millennium Magics.”
Seto stopped dead again. He knew that Joey wouldn’t joke around about that sort of thing; he and Yugi were always very serious when it came to their “Shadow Games” and such. Now, he wasn’t admitting that he believed in it, but when ever they said that something was going on like that, it usually turned out bad. He shut his laptop off, and stood.
“Fine Wheeler, I’ll be down in five. No lawyer. No brother. You and me. One on one.”
“It’s like you read my mind Kaiba,” Joey laughed slightly. “See you in five then.”
Joey’s line went dead, and Seto hit another button.
“Roland.”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba?”
“Have the car ready at the back entrance in two. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Right away Mr. Kaiba.”
Seto hit another button, changing to another line as he went across the room, grabbing his coat.
“Yura, hold all my calls until I get back.”
“Why, where are you going Seto?”
“Need to know, Yura. Just hold my calls,” and with that he headed out the door, towards the elevator.
“But sir, there’s an Officer Peterson in the lobby who wants to speak to you,” Yura waited for a response. “Sir? Mr. Kaiba, are you still there? Seto come back!”
Chapter Ten
Peterson waited in the lobby. He walked around a bit; he was fidgety by nature, anyway. He walked over to one of the pay phones along the east wall, and pocketed one of the note pads; his kid loved these sort of things. The employee behind the desk kept watching him; as if he was going to pull out his gun at any moment and gun him down.
“Look, am I going to get to talk to this Kaiba guy or not?” he growled, coming over to the desk.
“As I told you before, officer, Mr. Kaiba is a very busy man. His schedule if full for this afternoon. If there is an opening, his personal assistant, Ms. Kurai, will come and get you.”
“No, you see, I don’t got a lot of time,” he leaned against the counter. “Why not tell me where his room is, and I’ll go see him myself.”
“As I said before, officer,” he droned.
“Look understrapper, I have a possible mass murderer on the premises, and I have a lead that your boss guy is hiding him. Now, you going to let me in that elevator, or do I have to add another body to the list?” he rested his hand on the hilt of his gun.
Before the man behind the counter could answer, another voice came from behind them.
“That won’t be necessary, magistrate.”
Peterson turned around to find the black haired boy standing there. He stood straight up.
“Mokuba Kaiba,” he stated, not asked.
“You wish to speak to my brother,” another statement, not a question.
“Actually, it’s you I came to talk to.”
“Well, then by all means,” he turned, then looked over his shoulder to him. “Follow me.”
Peterson was quick to cover his gun with his coat, and followed the boy into the elevator. Mokuba pushed the top most button, and they started to rise. After three floors, and minutes of silence, the shorthaired boy spoke.
“What is it you wished to speak to me about?”
“The murder.”
“Which murder?” he asked simply. “The death of Anthony Urishima, Jason Allen, Tamika Benz, or Ryan Donald?”
“The first one,” Peterson began. “I understand that he was a friend of yours.”
“Yes, officer. I have told this story to your Detective.”
“Yes, but…” the little light bulb went on. “The papers haven’t gotten hold of the latest victim’s name yet. How did you know that?”
“He told me his name,” he did not look to the police officer. “Right before I killed him.”
Peterson choked as he looked at the boy. “Y-you seriously drained him of blood?”
“All four of them,” he said simply.
“But why? How?” he’d seen worse, sure, but for some reason he felt like he was going to be sick.
“One must feed to live, officer.”
“Y-you drank their blood?” now he knew he was going to be sick. He pulled out the gun, and held it at the boy’s head. “You sicko! You’re under-arrest for the murders of Anthony Urishima, Jason Allen, Tamika Benz, and Ryan Donald. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” his voice fell away as the boy looked to him.
“Now really, is this necessary?”
His eyes were a vicious red, and filled with nothing but malice and a primitive hunger. His smirk held no humor, nor any sarcastic remark. It was evil; the purest word possible to describe it, yet too simple to explain it’s horrific depths.
Peterson slipped mentally; his brain shut down, and the most primitive of motives fueled him; he had to get away from this hunter, fore he was the prey. He tried to back away, but all he met was the wall of the elevator.
“Now, why are you running away, officer? Didn’t I tell you what you came here for?”
“Get away from me you monster!” he tried to reach for the emergency stop button on the control panel, but it was just out of his reach.
“Now, now. I would not call myself a “monster”, officer,” he took a step closer, flashing a set of blood stained canines; his eyes flashed with the hunger.
“What are you?” he could barely cough that answer out.
“I am a living god,” he hissed, then struck at his throat.
Peterson tried to scream, but the boy’s expert nature severed the vocal cords first. He flailed, trying to get away, but he knew that his death was at hand. The gun went off, but the bullet did not even effect the feeding creature.
Peterson could feel the life fading, his skin stretching. His flailing slowed, and he started to submit. With the last of his energy, he hit the emergency stop button. The moving room stopped, but that did not effect them. He gave fully, and laid limp attached to the boy.
Yura was walking past the elevator, when it suddenly stopped. She paused, waiting for the doors to open. She screamed when she saw the bloody sight. That was what broke his frenzy; the boy looked up with glazed over eyes, to her.
“Oh my god! Mokuba, how could you!”
His eyes focused upon her, and he smiled a bloody smirk.
“Mokuba’s not here anymore, Yura.”
“Mo…ku…ba…” she was shaking her head; she couldn’t believe it. “No…no…”
He stood up; he was soaked in blood, from head to foot. His eyes flashed a bright red; he was sizing her up like a piece of meat; she could feel it.
“I would suggest you run now,” he let humor slip into his voice, but it was a twisted humor.
Her mind was filled with panic; adrenaline took over. Before she knew what was she was doing, she was running down the hall. Where could she hide? Where could she go?
“I love it when they run,” he hissed in twisted delight. “Fear flavors the blood.”
Chapter Eleven
“I’m here to speak with Detective Joseph Wheeler,” Seto went straight to the front desk with his demands. “Where is his office?”
“Who you looking for?” the female cop asked.
“Detective Joey Wheeler,” he restated. “He’s expecting me.”
“Oh, “Officer Hellsing”,” she laughed. “I’m gonna need some I.D.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this,” he hissed, hands on the counter; coat draped over one arm. “I am a very busy man. I didn’t take time out of my schedule to come down here, and swap insurance cards wit you, because Wheeler decided to call me up, talking nonsense as always.”
“Sir,” she met his eyes. “I’m gonna need to see your I.D. if you wanna get past this point.”
“Forget it, this is ridiculous,” he growled. “I’m leaving now. Tell Wheeler never to bother me again, or I’ll sue.”
“Now, you really wanna do that?”
He turned around to find the blonde peeking out from behind a door.
“What took you so long, Kaiba?”
“Well, if your coworkers weren’t incompetent,” he glared at the woman.
“Ignore Josey,” he waved off.
“Excuse me?” she scoffed.
“Just do your job, Josey, and let me do mine,” Joey growled, opening the door. “C’mon Kaiba.”
Seto followed the blonde through the precinct; a few other officers looked up from their cubicles as they passed, but none said anything. After a few moments, Seto spoke.
“What did that woman mean when she called you “Officer Hellsing”?”
“Not here,” Joey said simply.
They reached a closed off office, and Joey gestured that they go in. As the blonde closed the door, he looked around the room; the desk was littered with papers and a stack of books that looked as if they would tumble at any moment. He quickly scanned the titles, and glanced at the notes on the papers.
“Well, I can see why they called you that, now,” he looked over his shoulder with a satisfied smirk. “You a vampire hunter now?”
“Very funny,” Joey spat, going to his desk. “You don’t know the half of it. Remember when I told you that the Urishima boy’s body was devoid of all blood?”
Seto nodded.
“Well, in the past three weeks, three more bodies have turned up just like him,” he pulled out a file and handed it to the brown haired man. “First was Anthony Urishima, age 18, found in the Domino Museum. Second, Jason Allen, age 17, found in the alleyway off of 22nd street. Third, Tamika Benz, age 23, found behind the local Burger Fool. And the latest, Ryan Donald, age 25, found in the train station’s men’s room. All were drained of their blood, and liquid in any of their systems. Wounds upon the neck and wrist areas seem to be the point of exit of the blood.”
“So…you think a vampire is killing these people?” he looked up, laughing at the ridiculous notion that it presented.
“Not just a vampire, but the vampire,” Joey stressed, looking through the papers on his desk now.
“Oh, excuse me. The vampire,” he scoffed, closing the folder. “So Dracula is terrorizing Domino, then?”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Joey glared at him. “No, remember when I said that an artifact was also stolen from the museum?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Ah-ha!” he pulled out a picture. “The Crook of Osiris,” he handed it to Seto. “That was missing from the crate, and has yet to be found.”
“You’re point?”
“You really are that dense, hu?”
Seto scowled at the blonde. “Please, if I’m so dense, explain it to me, oh wise one.”
“The historians have that piece dated as far back as the Millennium Items.”
“So, you’re saying…” he looked back to the photograph.
“I believe that Mokuba has a Yami.”
Seto laughed coldly. “Yeah right. I think I’d’ve noticed a big stick in my home. And, how does this connect to your “vampire”?”
“Another artifact was “The Book of Osiris”,” he pulled out another folder. “Now, my ancient Egyptian is rusty, but from what I can tell, it’s a diary.”
“You’re point?”
“It mentions many times about life in tunnels below the city of Aswan, and rituals that included human blood.”
“So?”
“Osiris was lord of the underworld in Egyptian lore…”
“Did you call me down here to give me a history lesson, or what?”
“In lore,” he continued, glaring at Seto. “Set and Osiris were brothers, and Set killed Osiris.”
“That doesn’t mean that my brother’s this “Osiris” guy,” he growled, turning towards the door. “You’re not roping us into your fantasy world Wheeler. Yeah, I’ll admit, that priest does look like me, but I’m not him.”
“What if I could tell you that I have a picture of Osiris.”
Seto stopped dead. “And what of it?”
“It depicts Osiris and his brother Set. Now, you know, even if you won’t admit it, you are Set.”
“I am Seto Kaiba. Nothing more, nothing less,” he growled.
“You are as much Set as I am Joshuah.”
“Oh, not that again,” he scoffed. “Look, either show me the picture, or I’m leaving.”
Joey shrugged and handed him the photo. “Be my guest. Maybe you’ll finally get some sense knocked into you.”
Seto looked at the picture and his breath caught. The image was, as Joey had said, there was his ancient self, and the other was this Osiris guy. He looked closely, and yes, yes it did look like Mokuba now, with his hair short, that is. How? Why? No…his brother wasn’t a blood-sucking monster. He hadn’t gone anywhere in the past three weeks; he’d been in the building the whole time. He shook his head.
“I can’t believe this,” his tone actually shook.
“Can’t or won’t?” Joey asked; his voice had nothing in it-it was his professional voice.
Before Seto could answer him, his cell phone rang. He put the picture down and flipped the phone open.
“Talk to me.”
“Seto!” Yura’s voice cried.
“Yura, what’s going on?”
“He-he-he-so much blood-he’s after me-he-he-he-the elevator-some cop-he-he-he’s not human anymore!”
“Calm down Yura. Calm down,” he tried to sooth. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s happening?” Joey asked; Seto turned away from him.
“Mokuba was in the elevator with a cop I think…there was so much blood…” there was a pause. “I think he’s coming me. He’s after me now-I know his secret. I’m next! He’s going to kill me!”
“Yura, Yura, calm down, take it slow,” he tried to coax.
“He’s coming! I’m dead if I stay here! I have to keep running!”
“Yura, Yura, wait!” Seto tried.
“I have to keep running! He’ll find me if I don’t.”
“Yura, wait, stop and tell me where you are,” he covered his other ear so he could hear better.
“I-I-I,” she was panting. “Third floor, Research and Development I think. You have to get over here and stop him.”
“I know, I know. We’re coming Yura. Just stay where you are.”
“I can’t stay, he’ll fi…” she stopped dead in her sentence. “Oh my god, he’s coming!” it sounded like the phone was dropped to the floor.
“Yura! Yura! No, stop! Wait for us!”
He could hear that on the other end, someone was clearly running away from the phone. Then from the distance he heard a man’s voice, “You can’t hide from me, Yura! I’ll get you eventually!”. He took it away from his ear and starred at it, disbelievingly; that was his brother’s voice.
“Kaiba, what’s going on?”
He still couldn’t believe it; he didn’t even really see Joey when he looked to him.
“You were right, something’s wrong with Mokuba, and he’s after Yura.”
“Well, what’re we waiting for?” Joey yelled, grabbing his corduroy jacket. “We gotta go stop him before he hurts anyone else!”
That snapped Seto back to the matters at hand. His eyes hardened, and he nodded. As the two of them ran out of the office back down the cubicles, he said,
“My car’s parked outside.”
“It’ll be quicker if we take mine,” Joey responded. “And I get to press the siren button.”
Chapter Twelve
“Yura! Mokuba!”
“Kaiba, will you shut up!” Joey hissed. “You’re going to let him know that we’re here!”
The two of them were running through the third floor, looking for any sign of the woman or the boy. Seto stopped dead and turned viciously upon the cop.
“Look, I’m here to make sure my employees are safe, and that my brother is sane. Don’t you dare treat this like one of your jobs, because it’s not.”
Joey pulled away, and drew out his gun. “Look, if it comes to it Kaiba, I will shoot to kill.”
Seto scowled, and turned back forward; he wasn’t worried that the blonde would follow through with the threat; he knew he would, and he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. They rounded the corner and found the elevator still open. The carnage that they met was almost enough to make the both of them sick.
Joey went over to the body, and crouched down.
“What’re you doing Wheeler?”
“I’m looking for some I.D.,” he responded, then pulled out a wallet. “Oh god. Not even I would’ve wished this fate on you, you son-of-a-bitch.”
“Who was it?” his voice was too calm for the situation.
Joey looked up. “Adam Peterson. One of my guys.”
“You sent a cop to my house while I was talking with you?!” he wrenched Joey up by the shirt collar. “You spineless, little weasel, you son-of-a…”
Joey wrenched himself away. “Hey, not that I probably don’t deserve all those names, but I had nothing to do with this. Peterson was a corrupted cop. He came on his own. I can’t say I’m sorry he’s dead, but he deserved it.”
Seto turned away again, fists clenched as Joey fixed his collar.
“C’mon, we’ve still gotta find Yura and Mokuba.”
They continued to run down the hall. A few more hallways, Seto lead them down.
“Hey, we almost to your R and D yet?” Joey yelled forward.
“Just around this corner…”
They rounded it, and found Yura’s limp body. The wall was covered with blood, and she laid there, with her throat torn open. Seto went to her, standing over, looking down at her. Joey came over too, and whistled slightly.
“He sure did a number on her,” no mirth was in his tone.
“I can’t believe that Mokuba would do this,” Seto said; his voice was shaking again. “She was always good to him, to us. How could he do this?”
“Hey man,” Joey put his hand on the other’s shoulder. “You gotta realize that that thing isn’t Mokuba anymore. It’s Osiris.”
“Did I hear someone say my name?” the intercom buzzed.
“Osiris!” Joey spun around. “Where are you?!”
“Took you long enough to figure it out, you Roman dog,” he laughed coldly. “Or, are you called by a different name now too?”
“Where’re you hiding you blood sucking monster?” he yelled.
“Why not ask my dear brother Settie, hmm?”
“How can he hear us?” Joey whispered to Seto.
“Two way intercom system.”
“And how can he see us?”
“I have cameras stationed periodically down every hallway,” he explained. “On every floor. He can track us anywhere we go in here.”
“Great, real smart, Kaiba. Did you ever think that if a terrorist ever got hold of your control room, they’d own the building?”
“My security force would stop any outsiders from accomplishing that, thank you,” he growled. “And what more, the master control room is in basement number 3. No one can get down there with out my permission. The only other way a person could take control of the building is if they were in…” the light bulb just went on.
“Where Kaiba?” Joey pressed.
He turned around and started running for the stairs. “He’s in my room!”
“Rightie-oh Settie,” Osiris laughed over the intercom. “Come and get me if you dare.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Okay, Kaiba, when you walk in there, you gotta remember that he’s not your brother anymore,” they were right outside the door to Seto’s personal suite. “He’s being possessed by an evil Yami who was once an evil vampire. If worse comes to worse, remember that you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”
“I know Wheeler, just shut up, and let us get this over with,” he spat back.
Joey nodded, then kicked the door in. He entered, gun at the ready as the door swung back on what was left of its hinges. The two of them searched the room with their eyes; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Seto stepped in now, and Joey lowered his gun slightly.
“You see anything out of place?” Joey asked over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” he breathed. “Maybe he was in basement 3 after all…”
“Nope, I’m here alright.”
They both spun around just as Osiris leapt at Joey from behind. Both went tumbling to the ground; Joey’s gun was thrown from his hand.
“Get my gun, Kaiba!” Joey yelled, trying to roll around on the floor with the vampire.
Seto was stunned for only a moment. Then he dove for the firearm, just as Osiris also realized what was happening. Seto came away with it; he cocked it straight at his brother.
“No sudden movements, or you’ll get it between the eyes.”
Both rose slowly. Now Seto could take in his brother’s entire appearance; he was wearing one of Seto’s black, studded trench coats, a long sleeved, crimson shirt, and in one hand he held a golden crook. His red eyes flashed as he met his brother’s blue; nothing but malice and hunger were there.
“You wouldn’t kill your own brother, would you?” he tried to say sweetly, but the malice dripped into his tone.
Seto cocked it again. “You’re not my brother. You’re something worse. Something evil and ancient.”
“Do you really believe in that hocus pocus, Settie?” he smirked, hand going to his hip, starring at him. “Do you seriously believe that we have ancient selves locked away in mystical items?”
“I didn’t, but it sure as hell would explain why you’re acting the way you are.”
“No, Settie dear, I didn’t reside in that old crook of mine,” he laughed coldly, throwing it aside. “See, I’m still here. I wasn’t trapped there.”
“Then how did you get here?” Seto spat.
Osiris scoffed. “It’s in the blood, Settie, dearest. The blood that binds you to me is the same as it always was. My blood is the same as in my past self, and the same is for you. You are your own descendant.”
“Explain how that is possible,” he growled. “From what I know, you died, and so did the priest. Explain how their bloodline could continue.”
“Hate to break it to you, Settie, but you weren’t the most faithful to your vows,” he smirked. “And, we did have a sister.”
“Nice story, now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out now?”
“Because we are brothers; we are brothers to the same blood. How could you kill your own flesh and blood?” he flashed a toothy smile, revealing his bloody canines.
“Forgive me Mokuba,” he whispered.
Osiris’ easiness faded when he saw that Seto was actually going to pull the trigger. He took a slight step back, then started to shiver. He sank to his knees and a slight cry left his lips. Seto didn’t lower the gun as all of this happened.
“Get up Osiris, and die like the man you aren’t.”
“Set…o…?” he looked up now; his eyes were a glazed purple as they focused upon him; terror filled them. “Seto…i-is that you?”
“M-Mokuba?” now his tone wavered, but his gun didn’t waver. “This is a trick, I know it is. You can’t fool me, Osiris.”
“I-It’s really me Seto,” he started to get to his feet, but saw the gun at his head. “W-why do you have a gun pointed at my head?”
“You don’t remember anything, do you?”
“I…I don’t know,” his tone reflected the fear in his eyes. “Seto, what’s going…” then he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror; his eyes widened in terror. “My hair…who cut my hair?”
“Mokuba, listen to me carefully,” Seto tried to keep his voice calm. “Do you remember opening that crate in the museum?”
Mokuba nodded slowly, still starring at his reflecting.
“Do you remember anything after that?”
He shook his head. “No…I blacked out, then woke up here,” he looked back to his brother now. “What’s going on Seto?”
“For the past three weeks you’ve been possessed by the spirit of an ancient Egyptian vampire named Osiris.”
“Osiris…” that triggered something in his memory. “So what Tony said was right…I look like Osiris because I am…” his eyes widened as he looked at his brother. “I have a Yami?”
“I a matter of speaking…I guess,” he wanted to shrug, or scoff it off, but who knew when Osiris would come back, or stop pulling this charade.
“Wh-what happened to Tony, Seto?” he was almost too afraid to ask.
Seto swallowed hard. “He’s…he’s dead Mokuba. Osiris drank his blood.”
“But if Osiris drank him then I…” he looked like he was going to be sick. “D-did I…he kill anyone else?”
“Six people total-a cop, Yura, and three others than the Urishima boy.”
Now Mokuba seriously looked like he was going to be sick. He fell back to his knees, face in his hands.
“I killed all those people,” he sobbed. “I killed Yura. I’m a monster.”
Seto’s nerve melted; he lowered the gun, and came down to his brother’s level.
“You didn’t kill them Mokie, he did. You can’t blame yourself for what he did.”
“But if I had never touched that stupid crook, none of this would’ve happened!”
“Oh Mokie,” Seto moved to hold his brother close; Mokuba leapt away.
“Don’t touch me! He’ll kill you too!”
“Mokie, he’s gone. He let go of the crook, and you came into control.”
“He’s not gone! I can feel him, trying to reach, trying to pull me away from control. He’s hungry; he’s always hungry Seto. I can’t control him.”
“Mokie, just hold on long enough,” he tried to coax. “I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I’ll find Yugi; I’m sure he’ll know what to do about this.”
“There isn’t anytime!” Mokuba cried. “He’s fighting hard. He’s going to kill more people if we don’t stop him now. You have to kill me.”
“What?!”
“You have to kill me, Seto,” Mokuba’s eyes were so serious that it actually scared his brother.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tried to reason. “Now, calm down. Everything’ll be alright if you calm down.”
“No, nothing will be alright if I’m alive!” he cried. “As long as I’m alive, Osiris can kill.”
“Mokuba…”
“Please Seto,” he cried pitifully. “Kill me now, before he comes back.”
“How do you expect me to kill you, hu? You’re all I got left, Mokie.”
“My life, or the life of a dozen innocents, Seto. Which is more important,” Mokuba came over to his brother. “Please, I don’t want to kill anymore.”
Seto nodded, and raised the gun. Mokuba swallowed hard, and closed his eyes.
“I’m ready,” he whispered; fear was in his tone.
“Forgive me Mokuba,” Seto closed his eyes tight, then pulled the trigger.
When he opened them, his brother was not lying dead on the floor next to him. Seto stood up, and looked around.
“You were actually going to kill him, weren’t you.”
He spun around to find Osiris sitting on his desk, crook in the bend of one arm, and Joey, unconscious and by the throat in his other hand.
“I’m amazed. For a second I really thought you were my Set, Settie.”
“How dare you use my emotions against me, you bastard!” he cocked the gun again.
“Come now Settie. Kill me, and you’ll take the life of this man.”
Seto shrugged. “So? Wheeler dead, big whoop.”
“Yeah, but you’d rather not kill the only family you have, either,” he threw Joey to the floor, and stood straight up. “You’re a businessman. Let’s make a deal. Bring me my Set, and let me conclude my business with my dear brother, and I’ll leave your brother forever.”
“Not that I’m agreeing, but how do you purpose I “awaken him”, hu?”
Osiris smirked. “You’re a smart boy, Settie. You’ll think of something,” he turned away, towards the window to the fire escape. “I’ll give you one setting of the sun. Meet me at the museum then. We’ll discuss the rest then,” and with that he leapt out the window.
Seto ran to the glass, but when he looked out, he found nothing but an empty alleyway. His next thought was to check on Joey; he was breathing, and his pulse was strong. Next he left the room, sticking the gun in his belt.
“I have to find Yugi,” he said to himself as he headed for the stairs. “If the crook awakened Osiris, perhaps the Rod will awaken Set.”
Chapter Fourteen
Solomon Mouto turned as the little bell dinged in his shop.
“Welcome to the Turtle Game Shop! How may I help you?”
Then when he put his glasses back on and saw who it was, his visage hardened.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Mouto, I must speak with your grandson.”
Seto looked dishelved, and grim faced. Solomon actually paused to consider why the CEO would be in his little shop.
“I’m sorry Kaiba, but he’s not here right now.”
“Well, can you tell me when he’ll be back?” he asked, exasperated.
“I really couldn’t tell you,” he shrugged. “Yugi had a job offer in England, and won’t be back until at the earliest June.”
“Ha, figures,” Seto lowered his head, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “The one time I need him around, he’s not here. Bit ironic, hu?”
“What’s wrong Kaiba?” now he could tell that something was very wrong; if he was coming to ask for help from Yugi, then it must be a very desperate situation.
“Nothing you can do anything about, old man,” he stood back up. “I’ve just got to kill my brother, it seems. It is the only way to stop Osiris.”
“Osiris?” Solomon cocked an eyebrow. “Kaiba, why don’t you tell me the whole story.”
“I don’t have time,” he hissed. “I’m supposed to be at the museum in three hours, but it’s not supposed to be me, but instead it’s supposed to be Set. This whole situation is so screwed up!”
“Perhaps I could help you,” Solomon offered.
“Nice try, old man, but short of you pulling the Millennium Rod out of thin air, I doubt…”
“Oh, you mean this thing?” he pulled out the golden rod; Seto’s eyes actually widened in surprise.
“How did…where did you…?”
“The backroom,” Solomon laughed. “Yugi didn’t take it with him. Do you need to borrow it?”
“I…” his mouth started to feel a bit dry. “Yes. In the worst way I need it. It’s a matter of life and death.”
“You don’t need to convince me, Kaiba,” Solomon laughed slightly; Seto glared at him; how could he laugh at a time like this? “You’ve a good heart, even if you never listen to it. I hope this helps.”
Seto reached for the Rod, and took a deep breath. He clenched his eyes shut, and firmly grasped it. He waited, but nothing happened. He opened one eye; everything looked the same. He felt the same, and only heard his thoughts in his mind. Now he growled in frustration, throwing the Rod to the floor, and sank to the ground, leaning against the counter.
“Kaiba, are you alright?” Solomon asked.
“Nothing! Nothing happened! Why I thought it would no idea, but nothing happened!” he held his forehead now. “I’ll never save him now. Osiris won’t met Set because he doesn’t exist anymore, and that means he’ll never let Mokuba go.”
“I’m sorry Kaiba,” Solomon tried.
Seto now looked up as an idea hit him. “Wait…Osiris won’t know that it’s me if I have the Rod,” he stood up, and grabbed the golden staff. “I need to borrow this for a few hours.”
Solomon nodded. Seto nodded back in response, then headed out the door; he had two and a half-hours left.
Chapter Fifteen
“Okay Osiris, I’m here!”
Osiris was sitting on the edge of the building, feet dangling over the edge. Now he leapt up, and saw whom he’d been waiting for. A vile smirk crossed his lips.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” his laugh dripped with malice. “The mighty Set risen from the depths of Anubis’ realm?”
Seto scowled, and crossed his arms, flashing the Rod.
“I have come as you asked for. Now release the boy.”
“Now, now Set, that was not the agreement,” Osiris wagged a finger. “The agreement was that you come, then we finish our unfinished business,” he took a menacingly step forward. “And when have you ever cared about anyone besides yourself, hmm?”
Seto hesitated for a moment with his response. “I don’t, but the infliction of my host’s desires is sickening me.”
Osiris laughed lightly. “Same old Set,” he looked back up, eyes narrowed. “So, here we are, the two sons of Nu, holders of the staves of power, come face to face once again. What can we do, Set? What can we do?”
“And you’re the same old Osiris,” he scoffed. “All talk, no action.”
Osiris laughed again. “Isn’t it interesting, Set, that this time around you are the elder, and I the younger, hmm? Yet still brothers; always brother; we’re cursed that way I suppose.”
Seto growled with impatience. “Why not just get this revenge plot of your over with,” he growled in frustration.
“Who said anything about revenge? Just because you sealed me away in a chest to die, in front of my supporters, you think that I’d harbor a grudge against you?” he laughed that mirthless laugh again, then pin pointed him directly with narrowed slits of his eyes. “Well, you were right.”
Osiris leapt at him, using his crook as a weapon. Seto’s mind worked quickly; he did the only thing he could do, and blocked with the Rod. Osiris pushed, but Seto held strong. He pushed his attacker away, and Osiris leapt away.
“Not bad Set. A millennia hasn’t dampened your skills it seems,” Osiris laughed again, then leapt.
The two of them fought each other off for a few minutes, using the Rod and the crook as bow-staves. It took Seto all of his stamina to fend off the vampire, but that was not true for the other; Osiris seemed like he wouldn’t tire. Seto now was the one to pull away, breathing heavily.
“What, tired already Set?” Osiris mocked. “I could go on forever. Those two I fed on in the building nourished me very well. Especially that woman…” he sneered. “Her terror and disbelief seasoned the blood to perfection…she was so sweet…”
Seto’s rage filled his thoughts, and he leapt now at the boy. Osiris was caught off guard, and the edge of the Rod sliced along this left eye. Osiris leapt away; he glared at him through the coating of blood.
“Well, well, seems that you’ve still a bit of fight in you,” he growled, stepping forward. “That’s the second time you’ve given me this scar.”
“Surrender now, or that will be the least of your worries,” he growled in response.
“I’ve waited too long for this!” he yelled and ran forward. “To give up now!”
“So be it then!” Seto yelled in return, and ran to met him head on.
They met with a loud clack of the two metals, followed by the clacking and clanging of combat. First Seto managed to back Osiris up, then the vampire leapt over his head, and the situations were reversed. Seto’s mind raced; he had to find a way to stop this monster and save his brother. He remembered the gun in his belt, but hoped that that would only have to be a last resort.
His sharp eyes picked up a week point in his opponent’s strikes; the middle of the handle of the crook was chipped. His only hope was that he could snap the staff in two, and that that would break the spell. Seto pushed away, and landed a few steps back.
“What? Running away Set?” Osiris barked; he was starting to tire now too.
“Not by a long shot,” he hissed, then ran forward.
Osiris smirked cockily and leapt into the air; Seto mimicked the movement. Seto swung at the week point. He threw Osiris back; the vampire fell to the ground on his back. The crook snapped in mid air, and fell short of the body in two; Osiris did not move. Seto’s adrenaline faded, and now he saw the situation for what it was.
He dropped the Rod and ran to his brother’s side.
“Mokie, are you all right?” he lifted his brother’s head into his lap. “Mokie, speak to me, please.”
His eyes didn’t open, but he coughed. “Set…o…?”
“It’s all right Mokie,” he held his younger brother close. “Everything’s alright now. He’s gone, and he’s not coming back, I promise you that.”
END

well, that's it. no more BomB-next week all of it will be on hakushodomainv1. well, tell me what you think, and is i should do anymore otaku serials.
peace out!
kat

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Saturday, March 5, 2005

attack of the blackies!
sorry 4 all the pics-i went nuts drawing. lots 4 my best bud. the quote under my avatar if from hanson's "i will come to you" (if anyone knocks hanson, you will fear the wrath of my wolves!) i'm sorry if i colored lion seto wrong, but i thought he looked pretty like that. my scanner works, and i got phoyoshop 7.0 now! woo-who!!! okay, enough rambling, here's BomB.

Chapter Four
There was a knock at he door. He didn’t even look up as it was opened.
“Mr. Kaiba sir.”
“What is it Yura, I’m busy right now,” Seto snapped, still not looking to the woman.
“A detective is here to see you sir,” she said, her voice slipping slightly.
He still did not look up, but his fingers slipped on the keys. “And why is that, Ms. Kurai?”
“I don’t know sir, he won’t tell me anything,” she responded.
Now he looked away from the computer, but not to her. He removed his reading glasses, and held his chin, thinking.
“Couldn’t be about that Microsoft buyout, it was all legit. Local, or international?” now he looked to his assistant.
“Local sir.”
He scowled, thinking that his brother had been picked up for DUI, because he was driving with that Urishima boy again. Mokuba hadn’t come home last night, and Tony’s father had called at 3 am seeing if his son was there. So, long story short; neither boy had come home last night, and now he had a cop coming in to see him.
“Send him in, Ms. Kurai,” he said as he saved his work and x-ed out of it.
He closed his laptop just as Yura returned, leading a blonde, in a blue corduroy jacket. He flashed a familiar half smile, and Seto was now even more unhappy about the situation.
“Hello Kaiba, long time no see.”
“What do you want, Wheeler?” he snapped, replacing his glasses, and re-opening his laptop.
“That’s “Detective Wheeler”, thank you,” he corrected.
“Then if we’re being so formal, you will refer to me as Mr. Kaiba, thank you.”
“Touchy as always, hu?” Joey laughed, putting his hands into his pockets. “Haven’t changed much in four years.”
“How’d you get out of the police academy, Wheeler?” he didn’t look up as he spoke. “I know you couldn’t buy your way out.”
“Ouch, that hurt,” he narrowed his eyes, even though he tried to keep a laughing note to his tone.
“Sleep with all the female instructors then?”
“You’re still the barrels of laughs I remember,” he shook his head with a sigh. “Surprise, surprise, Kaiba, I do have a brain.”
“Will wonders never cease. Why are you here, Detective, I am a very busy man, you know, or do you not read papers anymore?”
Yura rolled her eyes at his comment, and quietly left the room; there was a limit of how much she could take in one day.
“Well, it just so happens that I do, and I too am a very busy man,” he pulled a note pad and pencil from his pocket. “I’m looking for your brother, Mokuba Kaiba. Age 18, 6’3”, black hair, purpled eyed, Caucasian… ”
“I know what brother you’re talking about, I only have one,” he now looked up to Joey. “I’m sorry, but he hasn’t been here all night.”
He scribbled a few notes. “You any idea where he might be?”
“Detective, what is all of this about?” he removed his glasses again, and looked to him.
He took a rolled up paper out of his inside pocket, and put it on the desk.
“Last night, at around 11 PM and midnight, an Anthony Urishima was murdered in the Domino Museum. The body was not found until 8 am this morning, by cleaning staff. The body was devoid of all blood within its body.”
He scanned the article on the front page, which held much of the same information that Joey had just told him. Now Seto looked back up to him.
“And what does this have to do with my brother, Detective?”
“We have it on record that both the deceased and your brother punched in at 6:27 PM, and neither punched out. We believe that your brother was the last to see Urishima alive last night.”
“Well, as I told you, Detective, I do not know where he is,” he rolled the paper up again. “He did not come home last night when he was supposed to. I’m afraid I can’t help you with anything else.”
Joey took back the paper, sticking it into his pocket again. “Well, you any idea where he could be then?”
“You’ve already asked me that.”
“And as I recall, you did not give me an answer,” Joey locked eyes with Seto; blue to brown. “Again. Do you know where he might be then?”
“You think that Mokuba killed the Urishima boy, don’t you,” Seto’s cold eyes reflected in his tone.
“Nothing personal, Kaiba, but I have to check out all possible leads.”
“Have you checked out Urishima’s back ground? Maybe one of his old gang members killed him.”
“I am aware of Urishima’s rap sheet, though I didn’t know that civilians were though,” he crocked an eyebrow at Seto; he lowered his eyes slightly, not because of Joey’s words, but because Mokuba’s words still stung. “But I guess money can buy anything these days, hu?”
“Except a brain for you,” Seto snapped, eyes locked on him again.
“Look, I’m just trying to do my job, Kaiba. I’m not saying that Mokuba is a murderer or anything, but he seems to be the last one too see him alive, and that is information that I need.”
Seto made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl, then pressed the call button on his speaker.
“Yes Mr. Kaiba?”
“Ms. Kurai, please provide Detective Wheeler with a list of all of Mokuba’s usual haunts.”
“If Mokuba under arrest, sir?”
“That is none of your business,” he scolded. “Just give the Detective the list.”
“He might as well be, from the way you’re acting,” she mumbled.
“What was that Ms. Kurai?” Seto growled hastily.
“Nothing sir, I get that list right away, Mr. Kaiba.”
“Seems your people skills haven’t improved,” Joey laughed.
“My assistant will provide you with the information you desire, Detective. I believe your business is concluded here?”
“Well, it was nice seeing you again, too, Kaiba,” he said sarcastically.
Yura came, and opened the door. Joey moved to leave, but before he did, he looked back.
“I do hope that Mokuba didn’t kill him. I really do,” and with that, he left.
Seto looked back to his computer screen, but he couldn’t finish his work now. He turned it off, and held his face in his hands. He didn’t know what to do now, all he could think was that he hoped that Mokuba didn’t do it either.
Chapter Five
“Hey, hey pretty lady, what’s a fox like you doing in slums like this?”
Jason Allen was a two-bit pickpocket, wanting to turn street punk. He wore dingy clothes, and talked all tuff, flashing a jack knife whenever he pleased. He’d hit on little girls, but it never meant anything. He was a low life who was no better than a pickpocket, and one who assumes that chicks are the only ones with long hair.
The black haired person stopped. “Fox? What do you mean by that word?”
“Ya know, a hottie,” he teased.
“What is a “hottie”?” now he turned.
“Whoa, you’re a dude, dude! You should like, get your hair cut or something.”
His red eyes flashed. “Tell me the meanings of the words “fox” and “hottie” and “slums”.”
“Um…” this kid looked no older than 19, but man was he scary; the scary that makes you want to tell him anything he wanted to know. “Um…a fox is a small canine, usually red, but in slang, it’s a fly chick. Hottie, is a chick who’s hot, and the Slums are the downtown, dilapidated district.”
“So “slums” is a place, and “fox” and “hottie” are words to describe females,” he was stating a fact, not asking.
Jason could only nod.
“So, you called me a woman then,” his red eyes narrowed at the pickpocket.
“I-I-I didn’t mean…” he tried to back up, he was so scared. “Dude, the long hair screwed me up, that’s all.”
“You have insulted the pharaoh of darkness,” he snarled, coming closer, cracking his fingers.
“Dude, you’re like freaking me way out,” he was backed against the wall.
“None may insult the pharaoh and live,” he snarled again, flashing overly large canines.
“Wha-what are you going to do?” he asked in barely a panicked whisper.
“I must feed,” he hissed.
He opened his mouth, fangs bared full. He struck at Jason, and clamped down on his neck. He yelled out, trying to call for help, but screams were common in that area, and went unnoticed.
He now stepped back from the drained corpse, wiping his mouth. He looked unsatisfied at the long strands of black hair that hung around his face, soaked in his prey’s blood.
“That one was right, I should cut this hair. It gets in the way too much.”
He turned away from the corpse, and planned to head out of the alley when something fell from his pocket. He picked up the leather wallet, and it flipped open to his school idea. He studied the piece of plastic for a moment.
“Hmm…Mokuba Kaiba. So, that is my new name,” he smiled vilely to himself, still dripping blood around his mouth. “So be it then. Osiris has risen once again. Beware Set, fore Osiris has returned.”
Chapter Six
The buzzer on the speaker went off. Seto pressed it, still looking to his computer screen.
“What is it Yura?” he asked, irritated that she’d interrupt him.
“I’ve a call on line one from Detective Wheeler. He’s holding Mokuba in the 93rd precinct.”
“For what? Is he being charged with the Urishima murder?” now he was infuriated.
“He didn’t say. All he said was that he’s holding your brother at the station, and that you should come pick him up right away.”
“Tell Roland to get the car ready in five, Yura. Meet me down there in two.”
“Right away Mr. Kaiba.”
Seto quickly shut his computer off, and grabbed his coat from its peg. He took the steps two at a time, pulling the old, blue trench coat on. He reached the lobby of his office building (his personal apartments were on the top floor), and found Yura waiting there, wearing an old letterman jacket.
“The car ready yet?” he shot at her.
“Ready,” she nodded.
“Then what are we waiting for?” he demanded.
The two of them went out the doors, and there was the limo, Roland waiting to open the door for them. They merged into traffic, and rode it through.
Now Seto breathed. How could his brother get picked up by the police? Mokuba had always been a good boy; he didn’t smoke, he didn’t drink, he didn’t deal or use pot. He didn’t carry weapons, unless you count a pencil; he was always scribbling things anywhere he could. He wasn’t a gang member; actually, the only thing he did wrong was come home late. So why was the police holding him?
He now removed his reading glasses; he’d forgotten that he was still wearing them. He sighed, then turned a vicious eye towards Yura as if daring her to say something about it. He was not one to show weakness, and didn’t want anyone telling anyone about it.
Yura though, didn’t seem to notice. She had, of course; nothing got past her. She was a good one to keep secrets; that was why she’d been hired.
The black limo reached the police station, and Seto was the first one out of the car. He barged his way up the steps, with Yura trying to keep up. He nearly forced the doors off their hinges when he came in, yelling.
“Where is he Wheeler?!”
Every cop in the room went silent, starring at him. One came forward; Joey was still wearing that corduroy jacket.
“Cool it Kaiba. Like I really need the Sarge on my case about you raising hell here.”
Seto grabbed Joey by the shirt collar. “Where is my brother?”
Joey wrenched himself free, taking a firm grasp on Seto’s wrist.
“Cool your jets, he’s not under arrest,” his eyes were cold.
Seto pulled his wrist back, and rubbed it; Joey had a firm grip. “Then why are you holding him here?”
“We picked him up last night, traveling around the slums. Went through usual procedure; gave him a drug test, came up negative. Asked him a few questions about the night Urishima died, that’s all.”
“Why didn’t you call me last night when you found him then?” Seto spat.
“He was way out of it, hate to say. Half the precinct thought he was on cocaine or something,” he laughed a little; Seto glared at him. “I kept telling them he wasn’t, but he really seemed like it too.”
“Ha! Like I’d believe that for a second.”
“Okay, look,” Joey sighed. “Murder wasn’t the only crime at the Museum. An artifact was stolen. When we finger printed the crate and the remaining artifacts, only Mokuba’s and the deceased were there, plus the handlers who sent them.”
“And you think my brother stole this, whatever it is,” he demanded.
“Now, I didn’t say that,” Joey pointed out. “It’s just all protocol. I have to investigate all possible leads.”
“Yeah, that’s all nice and fine for you,” Seto growled, pulling up his coat collar. “So, if he isn’t under arrest, then can I take him home, Detective?”
“If you call that office building of yours a home, sure,” Joey laughed a little; again, Seto glared. “Though, I better warn you. He does look like he’s been on crack.”
Seto grumbled some sort of curse, and motioned for Yura to follow. Joey led the two of them around the main counter, and through the back cells. Finally, they reached a holding room. Joey opened the door, allowing them inside.
There sat a dark haired boy. He had short hair, cut raggedly about cheek length. He was wearing street clothes; a jean jacket, and jeans with a hole in the left knee. His hands were folded nicely in his lap. As they walked in, he looked up; it was Mokuba all right. Yura gasped; he looked to her, curious.
“Mokuba, you’re brother’s here to get you,” Joey said.
His eyes sparked as they lit upon Seto; recognition flashed there.
“Set…o,” he breathed.
“Where have you been for the past two days?” he growled, then turned to Joey. “He isn’t under arrest, correct?”
“You can take him right now.”
“Any paper work?”
“Just need you to initial stuff,” Joey turned away.
“Yura, take Mokuba to the car. I’ll tie things up with the Detective.”
She nodded. Seto and Joey left, leaving them alone. She went over to his side, and crouched down. He looked to her, but not really seeing her.
“Are you alright, Mokuba?”
“I am fine. Why would I not be,” he was stating a fact, not asking.
“Seto was worried about you, that’s why.”
“He was not.”
“Mokuba,” she closed her eyes with a sigh, then stood. “Let’s go.”
He stood, beside her, and waited for her to lead. The two of them walked out of the room, and back through the cells. She looked over her shoulder to him a few times; he just kept starring straight. When the two of them got outside, he shielded his eyes.
“The, sun, it is so bright,” he commented and a note of wonder was in his tone.
“Yeah, I get that too when I’ve been inside too long,” she tried to laugh, but he offered no mirth in return.
The two of them got into the car, and waited. Again, he sat as he had in the holding room; hands folded neatly in his lap. Yura was nervous though for some reason. She looked back to him again; again it was like he was looking through her.
“Where have you been for the past two nights?” she asked.
“I have been around,” he answered simply.
“What happened to your lovely hair?”
“I cut it.”
“Why?!” now that surprised her.
She’d always loved his long, silky black hair, and he always claimed that he’d never cut more than a few inches from the tip. Seto had been trying to get him to cut it for years, but Mokuba could hold his own in a debate.
“It was in the way.”
That was a new one; he never said that his hair was in the way, and if it was, he was man enough to pull it back, even if others said he looked like a girl. It’d never bothered him before.
He was still looking through her when Seto returned. He closed the door, and the car started forward again. She chanced looks at either brother; Seto seemed not to notice the difference in the boy, and Mokuba watched the elder from the corner of his red eyes.
Red eyes! Mokuba had always had purple eyes! Something was wrong now, she could see that clearly. Her blood quickened; she had to tell Seto that, but there’s no way that he’d believe her.
Suddenly Mokuba looked her way, eyes now focusing on her, as if he could sense the fear in her. She quickly looked out the window; she couldn’t let him know she knew, but it was too late; he’d smelled the fear in her blood.
A vile smirk curled at the edges of his mouth; he found his next meal.

well, what you crazy peoples think?
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Tuesday, March 1, 2005

blah, blah, blah
well, we didn't get a snow day (blah!) no pics because my dad's trying to give me a new printer/scanner/copier thing, and the software wouldn't download on sun, so he's going to try again tomorrow. hey, if any one's interested in buying plushies...

i can make any ygo char, and probobly any anime char if i tried
10" people are $7
monsters (sizes vary on the pattern) are $10
standard shipping and handleing is $5 US only-outside US is another matter
the plushies are hand made by me, with my own patterns.

all profits go to the "send kat to germany this summer" fund-selling plushies and charicatures is how i'm marking my spending money.

so if anyone's interested...either e-mail me or PM me if you're interested. well, that's it from me peoples.
kat out!
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Saturday, February 26, 2005

school on monday! yay!!!
as i said above, school on mon. i am soooooo happy! um...going to tournament tomorrow-skipping drama-bad kat, i know. constintine was good-did you know it was based on a comic? my dad collects comics-my basement+garage are filled with them. well, since my week was free, you lucky readers get more than one chapter of BomB and HPMI this week. so, here's BomB, and you know where to find HPMI

Chapter Two
It was not until Hathor was called away by other matters, that Set moved to strike. Osiris was holding a lavish banquet, and thought it only polite to invite his younger brother. Arriving at the party, Set put on a friendly face and circulated throughout the guests, bragging repeatedly about a beautifully decorated chest that he’d had built. He had it brought in, and all were impressed with it.
After everyone was thoroughly drunk, Set decided that it was time to finish what he came to do.
“I’d like to offer the following challenge,” he said, sweeping in everyone present with the wave of his rod. “Each of you can take turns lying down inside the chest, and the first person who fits perfectly within shall have it as a gift from myself.”
All were eager to own such a treasure, that no one thought twice of it. Each man took a turn, but none really fit within its contents. Then Osiris climbed within it, and it was perfect.
“Ah!” he exclaimed. “See, oh younger brother, how well I fit within! Your challenge has been met, and you once again lose to me!”
“To the contrary,” Set growled slamming the lid down. “I have not lost! It is yours, now and forever!”
“Set! How dare you!” Osiris clawed against the golden lid. “Release me now, or you will pay!”
“You will never be released,” Set spat back, sealing the lid with melted lead.
“How could you do this to your own brother!” Osiris cried, trying to sound pitiful. “How could you do this to your own blood!”
“You are no longer of my blood,” Set spat, looking to his attendants. “Throw that chest within the Nile, where none will find his dark, wicked soul.”
The men did as they were told, and the chest of Osiris sank into the darkness of the flooded waters.
Chapter Three
When Hathor returned, she learned of the tragedy of Osiris. She cried out in anguish at the injustice, and stormed to the waters to find the golden chest. After thirty days and nights of searching the riverbanks, she eventually found the chest, washed ashore by the floods. It took her three days to break the seal upon the gold. When she gazed once more upon the young man, he was as she had left him. He had no breath of life left within him. She caressed his soft, dark hair, but did not mourn; her kind could not be killed like this. Hathor slit her wrist wide open, and let the red life flow from her. She lifted the head of the still Osiris, and put his lips to the wound. She smiled, pleased, when started to drink.
“Drink my child, and all shall be well,” she crooned, then tried to make him release. When he would not, she grew panicked. “That is enough Osiris! Release me at once!”
But he did not comply. Now she tried to pull away, but what had once been limp arms, snatched at the life-giving wrist, and held it fast. Hathor cried out in anguish, and clawed at his face, trying to break free, but she then fell lifeless across the chest. Now Osiris’ eyes flashed open, and through the cascade of blood, darted to the lifeless lump. He pushed her aside, uncaring, and rose from what had been his coffin.
“Seems you have failed, brother of mine,” he snarled. “You shall pay one day, believe me of that fact.”
After that, Osiris journeyed to the Red Sands, to the underground city where his kind dwelled. In short time, he became their leader. He disappeared into the dark of the blooded sands, and Set forgot his brother.

Part Two: The Present (five years after HPMI, or six years after Battle City)
Chapter One
“Hey Tony, you got those specs on the stuff from Hungry yet?!”
“Yeah, wait a sec Moke!”
The two of them were working in the Museum together, cataloging the back room. Anthony “Tony” Urishima was an 18-year-old, green-eyed blonde. Mokuba, on the other hand, was a contrast to Tony; he had long, black hair, and purple eyes. The two had been friends since 7th grade, and were never that far apart. The two of them had gotten this after school job not but three months ago. Tony needed the money, but Mokuba was fascinated with ancient civilizations, especially that of Egypt.
“Time check Tony!” Mokuba yelled from across the back room.
“Uh…”
“The time is now 11:37 PM.”
The two of them turned around to find a woman, about 20ish, with long brown hair, and placid brown eyes. Now though, her brow was furrowed, and she scowled at the youngest Kaiba.
“Uh…Hi, Yura,” Mokuba offered meekly, rising from his computer chair as she’d spoken.
“Don’t “Hi Yura” me,” she scowled even more now. “You know very well your brother has set your curfew at 10 PM. I am not listing in my resume as the nurse maid to the Kaibas, thank you,” she turned sharply on her heel, signaling that he was to follow.
Mokuba sighed, then looked back to Tony.
“And I thought my dad was strict,” he laughed.
“Hey, can you finish up the Hungry stuff for me?” he tried.
Tony shrugged. “Hey, no prob. I got your back there bud.”
“Great,” he reached for his coat. “And don’t you dare open that box from Aswan with out me, got it.”
“Hey, no prob there bro,” Tony did the thumbs up. “You have my word. The red box stays closed.”
“Hurry up now!” Yura demanded.
Yura Kurai was not one to make impatient. Normally she was a calm woman, goes with the flow mostly, but when dealing with the Kaibas, she learned to toughen up. Seto Kaiba ran her raged most of the time; filing this and that, and keeping a tab on his brother. That was the price she paid for personal assistant pay. And Mokuba, he never stayed in one place for very long, and was always turning up in the strangest of places. But that was expected of an 18-year-old, she supposed. This was her lot in life, her personal hell; keeping the lives of these two in order.
“I said it was time to go,” she snapped again, heading for the limo waiting for her and the younger Kaiba. “Get a move on.”
“Gotta go Tony!”
“See ya ‘morrow Moke!”
Mokuba ran out the back door of the Museum, and quickly fell into step with Yura. They were silent as the driver opened the doors to the limo for each of them, and still silent as the car started into traffic. Finally, Yura broke the silence.
“You know your brother doesn’t like you working there.”
“So?”
“So, he worries about you.”
“He just doesn’t like it that he can’t control my work habits because he doesn’t own the Museum.”
“That’s not true,” she tried to defend.
“Yeah right,” he laughed slightly. “Yura, you can’t fool me. You know Seto almost as well as I do. He’s mad that there’s an aspect of my life that he can’t control.”
“You’re wrong about that,” she chided. “He doesn’t want to control you.”
“He always has. Even when I did something he couldn’t, he found a way to.”
“Mokuba,” she tried to be patient.
“Yura, don’t lie. Seto’s tried to buy the Museum, I know.”
“He…” she didn’t know how to answer; yes, the elder Kaiba had, but how did the younger know that?
Mokuba smiled his warm smile. “Yeah, can’t hide everything from me, ya know. Sorry, but I guess Seto’s not getting his moneys worth from you, after all.”
She scowled; another of her many jobs as Seto Kaiba’s personal assistant, was to keep the younger Kaiba out of company, and personal doings of her employer.
“That’s why he makes donations to the Museum,” he continued. “He couldn’t buy it, so he figures that if he can sway the curator enough, he’ll have his way. Same old Seto,” he laughed a bit.
“So?” she demanded. “Will conformation make you feel any better? Yes, he tried to buy the Museum and failed. Yes, he donates to the Museum frequently. Does that help you in any way?”
Mokuba just looked away from her, and out his window as the traffic sped past. Yura sighed, folding her hands into her lap.
“Mokuba, I’m sorry for my irrationality,” she began.
“Forget it,” he answered simply.
“No, I…”
“Seriously, just forget it,” he offered her. “I have.”
She sighed again; that was one of Mokuba’s traits; he was forgiving, always forgiving. She was content with it, and too looked out her window. Mokuba, on the other hand, was uncomfortable; she was right, did conformation make it any better? He shifted a bit uncomfortably in his leather seat, and sighed sadly; no, it didn’t, did it?
Chapter Two
Seto sat in his study, back towards the door, facing a fire. He was tapping his fingers restlessly upon the arm of his chair. A knocking came from the door and he paused momentarily.
“Enter!”
The mahogany door opened ever so slightly. The click came, and Seto waited.
“Well?” he finally demanded.
“Well what?” Mokuba’s airy, carefree voice responded.
“Well, what were you doing out so late again, hu?”
“I was working, sheesh,” Mokuba dug his hands into his pockets now, slouching. “That a crime?”
“I feel that I have set a perfectly good curfew for you,” he began calmly. “I would expect you to respect that.”
“Seto, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a big boy now, and don’t need you protecting me.”
“Clearly you do,” he looked at his younger brother from the corner of his eye. “If you cannot follow simple rules like be home at 10, then how do expect to survive in the real world?”
“Sheesh, I’m late once, and you act like I’m going to get killed by crossing the street because I didn’t look both ways.”
“Four times.”
“Wha?”
“Four times I have sent Ms. Kurai to find you because of a missed curfew. Four times this month.”
“You know, you keeping count is way scarier than me coming home late,” Mokuba tried to laugh it off.
Seto clenched his fist, but still did not look to his brother. “This is no laughing matter, Mokuba. I can’t have my little brother running wild in town.”
“Who said I was running wild? I told you, I was working late, that’s all. Go ask Tony. The two of us were sorting through the crates from the Middle East that came in two weeks ago.”
“Yes, about that Urishima boy…”
“What about Tony?”
“I don’t like you hanging around him.”
“Why, what’s wrong with him, hu?”
“Did you know he has a rap sheet?”
“You did a background check on him?!” now Mokuba was outraged. “I cannot believe you!”
“I did it only for your sake,” he said loftily. “I had a feeling about that boy, so I figured I’d check him out.”
“How could you Seto!” Mokuba nearly screamed, clenching his fists now out of his pockets.
“I did it only to protect you.”
“No, you did it to protect your company. If word ever got out that your little brother was hanging around an ex-con, that’d ruin your company’s image, and yours.”
“Mokuba, that’s not true,” he tried to keep the anger out of his tone.
“Oh, isn’t it?” he spat back. “Just admit it, you don’t think of me as a brother, but as a liability.”
Seto was silent; how could he answer such an accusation? Mokuba waited, but when no answer came, his eyes narrowed with a cold, flaming rage.
“Oh, I see how it is,” he turned away from the chair, and reached for the doorknob. “If you need me brother dearest, I’ll be in my room.”
“Mokuba,” Seto now tried. “I…”
But he didn’t finish; Mokuba closed the door, cutting him short. Now Seto sighed, resting his hand on his chin. Five years ago he’d thought raising a teenager would be the hardest thing, but the problem had only progressed. Here he was, a 22 year old, executive of his own company, and his brother was accusing him of not loving him. What could he do? He sighed again, and pressed the call button on the speaker on the side table to his chair.
“Yes Mr. Kaiba?” a female’s voice said over it.
“Cancel all my appointments for the rest of the night, will you Ms. Kurai?”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba,” she answered back. “Have another fight with Mokuba?”
“That is none of your business.”
“Oh Seto, you’re really too hard on him.”
“Did I ask for your commentary?” he snapped a bit. “I’m paying you to keep my life in check, not tell me how to raise my brother.”
“Aren’t the two the same?” she laughed a bit.
“Stick to the business half of my life Yura, or you’ll be in the unemployed line soon.”
“More like the five sixths of your life,” she mumbled, not knowing that she was leaning on the call button.
“What was that?”
“Yes Mr. Kaiba,” she said hastily. “I’ll get right to it. Good night sir.”
“Good night Yura,” he answered half mindedly, not even hitting the call button.
Yura was right, she always was right. That was why he’d hired her after all. But still…how could he respond to Mokuba’s accusation? He sighed again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He’d deal with it in the morning; everything always looked better in the morning.
Chapter Three
“So, how hard did old Iron Heart come down on you this time?”
“Shut up Tony.”
The two of them were in the Museum’s cafeteria, getting dinner. The two of them left the line, and headed for a back table.
“C’mon Moke, what’d he do this time? He blow a gasket, or fire you or something?” the blonde laughed.
“Just lay off, okay Tony?” Mokuba sighed. “Why you find my personal life so interesting, I’ll never know.”
“Dude, it’s not your personal life, but your home life,” he bit into his bologna sandwich.
“Same thing.”
“Well, I’m a one and only. All I’ve ever had was my dad.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the lucky one,” Mokuba laughed. “Dirt poor, elementary school education, and a father you can leave at anytime.”
“I don’t need no education. And who said I was dirt poor,” he mock growled. “I have a good income, thank you.”
“Ah, I’m just playing with you,” they both laughed. “I know you have a high school diploma, hello, we went to school together.”
“Yeah, and I’m still regretting that.”
“Oh, you’re real nice.”
“It’s a gift,” they laughed again, Tony took another bite. “But seriously, did he fire you as his brother for being late for the fourth time?”
“Is everyone keeping count or something?” he exclaimed. “Sheesh!”
“Yo, sorry there bud, just a comment.”
“Yeah, well, he fired me as his brother a long time ago,” he sighed so softly, that Tony missed it. Now he looked back up. “C’mon, we’ve still got that Middle Eastern stuff to catalogue.”
“What, you given up on opening the red box now?”
“Tja right,” he laughed, getting up. “No way, I’m not leaving here before we open that thing.”
“Just remember that you have to be home before 10, Mr. Kaiba,” he laughed.
Mokuba gave one of his rare scowls. “Who do you think you are, Yura?”
“Now that’s a good one!” Tony laughed, slapping his knee. “Well, I’m gonna finish my supper, but you can start work with out me, kay bud?”
“Oh no, you’re not dumping it all on me again,” he grabbed his friend’s shoulder. “You’re coming too.”
“But I’m not d…” Mokuba wrenched him up, and dragged him along out of the cafeteria. “But I wasn’t done with my sandwich.”
“You are now,” Mokuba laughed impishly over his shoulder. “We go work to do!”
“I got work,” he sulked, crossing his arms, still being dragged by the black haired boy. “You’ve got a hobby.”
The two of them worked deep into the night. Tony spent much of the time shooting paper baskets, but Mokuba managed to get him to stop and get back to work. It was well past 11 PM when they finally finished cataloging the Middle Eastern stuff. Tony rolled back in his chair across the floor, hands behind his head.
“Well that’s the last of it, and you’ll only be an hour late for your curfew.”
“Hey, I said I was going to open the box from Aswan, and I am,” he got out of his seat.
“Moke, you do realize that your brother’ll kill you.”
“Says you,” he grabbed the back of Tony’s chair, and spun it.
“Hey!” he protested as he was thrown out of it. “What’re you doing?”
“I told you, I wanna open the Aswan box.”
“Sheesh, you’ve been bugging over that thing since five minutes before it was unloaded. What is it with your obsession over Egypt?”
“I just like ancient cultures, kay?” that wasn’t all true.
He’d grown up around the Millennium magics. Yugi and Bakura had ancient selves, and supposedly Seto did too. He figured if he could find out anything, it’d help them. No, that wasn’t the reason; he’d always felt a part of Egypt, like he was once there, or something. He knew Seto did too, though he’d never admit it. He’d once run a “rewind search” on his brother’s personal computer, and found that the past ten sites he’d frequented were Egyptian related.
Mokuba sometimes had dreams about being surrounded by red sand, and there was this girl by his side, sometimes with red hair, and others she was blonde with black forelocks, but he’d wrote it off as a hormone dream, but it’d seemed so much more then that. He’d once asked Seto if he had dreams like that too, but he’d scoffed it off, like always.
Tony was right; even before the box came, Mokuba had known that it was coming. And since it’d come, he’d wanted to open it so badly, that he couldn’t concentrate at school lately. But of course, his “work first” motto instilled in him by his brother, made him finish all his back work before he started something new.
He grabbed a crow bar, and headed over to the wooden crate. Tony got up, and followed. The two of them worked at the hinges, getting the clasps open. Mokuba lodged the tip of the metal rod under the tip of the wood. His eyes flashed up to the blonde.
“You ready, Tony?” his voice shook with the excitement of what lay within.
“Dude, I can never understand why you get of hyped up over dead stuff,” he laughed in response.
Sure, he was always excited when opening crates, but not like this; his blood was pounding in his ears; his heart leapt in his throat. His hands actually shook as he pried the crate open. It seemed to pulse to him; something was calling to him within the box.
The nails all came free, and the lid slid away. Both boys looked inside the crate, and their eyes went wide; everything was made of gold!
“Dude, whoever ran this dig must’ve gotten a huge Christmas bonus,” Tony surmised. “Where’d the box come from again?”
“Aswan, Egypt,” Mokuba breathed as his eyes scanned the artifacts. “The Red Sands of Upper Egypt.”
“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “Would you look at this stuff,” he reached for a set of gold bands embedded with rubies.
“Everything looks so new,” Mokuba noticed, talking out an old book, bound with stone. “So well preserved.”
“Du, the clean up crews, Moke. They had really good restorers,” he took out a headdress. “Dude, can you seriously see people wearing this sort of thing? I’ve got to see what the invoice list this as,” he took the papers from the lid out and scanned them.
Mokuba shook his head, and flipped through the papyrus pages carefully. He couldn’t read it, but the hieroglyphics were so crisp and clear, it was as if they were written yesterday. Actually, the way some of the straight lines were written, resembled his own handwriting, or his “chicken scratch” as Yura called it.
His eyes caught at one image though; it wasn’t like all the rest; it looked like a person. He turned the text upside-down, them to the left, then right, and there it was! The image printed there was one that resembled the carving of the Pharaoh and the Priest, but with out the Pharaoh. Instead, there was another man there, wearing a long cloak and he held a long staff with a curved tip.
“I’ve got “The Headdress of Isis”, and you’ve got “The Book of Osiris”,” Tony seemed to say that very far away.
Osiris, of course! The man was holding a crook, which was the sign of the Egyptian god of the underworld. It would make sense that he was with Set; the two were brothers, at least in lore, anyway.
“Dude, you do know that no matter how hard you stare at that thing, you won’t be able to read it, right?”
He was brought back to his senses now. Mokuba looked to Tony, and couldn’t surpress bursting out, laughing.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he laughed.
Tony was wearing the headdress, and the golden armbands.
“What, don’t I look like the queen of the Nile?” he said in a squeaky voice, pretending to bounce long hair on his shoulder.
“I’d rather take Nerfertari over you, any day,” the black haired boy mocked.
“Very funny. What’s so interesting about the picture book, Moke?”
“I’ve seen the character on the left before, but never the one on the right,” he handed the book over gingerly.
“Hey, the guy with the puffy hat looks like your brother,” he laughed. “That is, if he wore a puff hat.”
Mokuba only smiled; he knew that it was, but he wouldn’t tell Tony that. He pulled out a few more artifacts as Tony continued to look at the pictures.
“You know, if you cut your hair…”
“No!”
“I know, I know, but if you did, you’d look like the other guy in this picture.”
“No I wouldn’t,” he laughed, not looking back to his friend.
“Yeah you would,” Tony pressed. “Cut your hair, wear no shirt with a long cape. Have a big stick, and a scar down your right eye, you two could be twins.”
“Tony, that’s a 5000 year old picture,” he tried to be sensible. “It probably looks like the guy on the oatmeal box too, if he cut his hair and did all that stuff.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he shrugged, then turned to another page. “Still, it’s kinda cool, if you think about it. Maybe you’re the reincarnation of this guy in the picture.”
“Yeah right,” he laughed, but secretly he wished it was so.
He moved aside a tablet, and stopped. There, nestled nicely was a tarnished staff of gold. His blood quickened, then froze, then quickened again. His breath was short, and he was sweating, yet felt cold.
“Tony,” his voice shook.
“Yeah, what?” he didn’t look up from the book of papyrus.
“Check the invoice for any staffs, will you?”
“Uh…I’ve got a “Crook of Osiris”, why?” now he looked up.
He knew what it was before Tony had even said what it was; there was no doubt about it in his mind. He reached for the golden crook; it pulsed right under his fingertips. He touched it, and an electrifying bolt sprang through him.
“Moke, you alright?” Tony’s voice was far away, too far away, as if they weren’t even in the same room, let alone right next to each other.
Shadows leapt from the crook, and flew up his arm and surrounded the rest of his body. He wanted to scream out, but somehow, somehow this felt right. Only darkness came then; what seemed like a never-ending darkness that swallowed him whole.

so, there you go, we're in the presant (or future, i think...). so, what do ya think?
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

   still going uts here
well, i'm board. went to see constintine (did i spell that right?) last night w/ peter-it was good. i'm sooooooo board! wrote a bakura fic yesterday and finished it this morning-called insanity. going to post up the cover pic 4 it. will post it at my site next. read it then review it here please?
well, that's it from the insane crayon box (oh and blame jessie for my new hpmi pic-not that that's a bad thing, of course)
i'm outtie!
kat
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

   wow, on 4 days in a row...i must be lucky
"llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, llama, duck!"
sorry, stuck in my head. the healmate's off now-i'm getting better. um...i can't ramble, that's good...i think. well sorry for taking up time! by peoples!
kat
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Monday, February 21, 2005

   it's only day one and i'm already going nuts!!!!!
i'm sitting here in my room, because my brother's stupid little friend is over, with my sister's bicycle helmet on my head. it's only day one, and i'm already going nuts. somebody help me!!! and, now to add to the insanity, blackie sent me "the llama song". you've got to see it to understand www.albinoblacksheep.com/llama
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Sunday, February 20, 2005

   so board.......
this week is vaca so i'm slowly going to go insane. i figured you guys could have the first chap of BomB (haha, the acronim is "BOMB" that's funny!) so, enjoy (it's a weird story, and a bit of a spoiler 4 HPMI, but i hope you enjoy)

Brother of my Blood
A fic of Seto and Mokuba


Introduction
As I was reading Egyptian Mythology by Don Nardo, I came across the story of “The Murder of Osiris”. The story goes that Seth (or Set) killed his Brother Osiris for the throne of Egypt. Osiris was the good one, and Seth the evil. I’ve contrived a “what if” scenario-what if it was reversed slightly-what if Osiris was an evil vampire, and Seth just a pompous windbag, human? I’ve transposed this into my YGO universe, since Set is Seto Kaiba, why can Osiris not be Mokuba? Osiris and Set were brothers, just like Seto and Mokuba. Also within my book, was the tale called “The Near Destruction of Humanity”, where Hathor went on a killing spree. I’ve used her as my main vampire. Another tale within the book was that of “The Cleverest Egyptian of Them All”. It talks of an imaginary pharaoh, where thieves steal from the pharaoh’s treasure vault. Since I know that Y. Bakura, in ancient times stole from Atem (or Yami)’s father, so I’m making Rhampsinitus his father from this time on. The first part is written as if retelling an old legend, but the second is as if you are watching from the sidelines (third person). I hope you enjoy this story, it’s been nagging me since I finished the book. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Part One: Year 39 of the Reign of Rhampsinitus

Chapter One
There came a dark age in the history of Egypt; a continuation of the destruction spread by the late Pharaoh Rhampsinitus. Later, his son and successor Atem, tried to change the darkness that had ensued, but there were others who wished to stop him, and take the throne deeper into darkness. Two such people were the sons of Nu, the dark haired elder son Osiris, and the younger of brown hair Set. Osiris was the darker of the two; even the father could see that. He tried once to stop his elder son, but he saw it awaiting, and killed him himself. Set, though he too was cold hearted in the ways of emotion, he felt the pain of that blow, and was horrified by the actions of his brother. Set knew he had to do something to stop his evil brother, so he turned his attention to the gods.
As Set sought the answers in the sky, Osiris looks to below the sands. A woman, by the name of Hathor frequently, found her way into his life. This dark woman was a lure to him, with her smell of dried blood. Frequently he laid with her, and she would stroke his short black hair.
“My Hathor, what pleasures the Red sands must give if you are the fruit of them.”
The red haired woman smiled wickedly. “And you shall know soon enough, my jewel, for you shall be ruler of all the sun and moon touches.”
“How can I do that,” he got onto his elbow, to look into her red eyes. “The Pharaoh is the one who rules all the sun and moon touches.”
“But you shall soon take the throne from him,” she purred as viciously as she could, taking his face into her hands. “You shall ascend, and the Pharaoh shall fall.”
Osiris pulled away from her grasp. “How can I stand against the mightiness of a living god, Hathor?”
“Am I and you not gods ourselves?” she demanded. “You are of my blood now, not of his. You are superior to him, and you have by all rights, the throne.”
Osiris turned away from her, and rubbed the spot upon where Hathor had blooded him months before. His eyes flashed back to her as she snickered.
“What are you laughing about,” he hissed, his red eyes meeting hers.
“I was thinking of how on your coronation day, I shall have my children slaughter the children of the Pharaoh for you.”
Osiris smiled evilly, and returned to her side. “How can you always do that to me?” he growled.
“It is a gift, my son,” she purred contently and kissed him deeply.
As all of this occurred, Set was riding back as fast as he could; the gods told him what he must do. Strapped to the back of his steed was a box crafted of gold and jewels. Upon his return, Hathor could see why the younger brother had returned, and guarded the elder brother jealously.

tell me what ya'all think, and if i should post the rest of it. thanx again peoples!
kat
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Saturday, February 19, 2005

okay, all of this would've been on last week if the otaku wasn't relocating
i recant the "yay, snow day!" thing- had to shovel drive way, and it sucked! though, monkey boi and i thought up a funny story. here it goes.

yugi, bakura, marik, and joey are shoveling snow. joey's throwing it everywhere.

"ok, i've had enough of this. let's go inside," said yugi.

"sweet, i call the couch!" joey threw his shovel to the ground.

"now, now," marik began. "there's not enough room for all of us on the couch. we have to vote off 1 person, who'll be left in the front yard to die. i vote off joey."

"joey," bakura nodded.

"hey! i vote off marik," now joey looked to yugi. "how about you yuge?"

"sorry joey."

"no!!!!!!"

"well have fun surviving in the front yard joey. we'll be three steps away in the house," and the three of them left.

joey got down on his knees, crying to the sky. "Noooooooooooo!"

three minutes later he got up.
"i have to go potty," he walked into the house, used the bathroom, then went back outside, and cried out again. "nooooooooooo!"

an hour later he got back up.
"i'm hungery," and he went back inside, raided the frige, then went back outside. "nooooooooooo!"

two hours later joey came back in. bakura noticed it; the three of them were on the couch, eating popcorn, watching sliders.

"did joey just come back in?" yugi asked bakura.

"yup," he answered.

"did he just go back outside?"

"uh-hu," marik added. "pass the popcorn, will you?"

yeah, it's weird.i like sliders-have seasons 1+2 on dvd now. starting next week i'll have a special otaku serial alled "brother of my blood", edited by my best chik bud, blackie! well, peace out peoples!
kat

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