Assassin Massie: Heyy! This is a new story I'm working on with my Yugioh Abridged buddy, Kawaii Kitty!
Kawaii Kitty: Hii!
Assassin Massie: this story is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfic, so no likey yugioh, no read-y!
Meimei: What about me?
Assassin Massie: Oh, and yes, my wonderful yami is here for inspiration for the violent parts! And just for being here! Take it away!
Meimei: Both Massie and Kitty don't own Yugioh! Even though we love it!
All: Enjoy!
Kawaii Kitty: And we came up with the names of the tomb robbers. So I guess, we still don't own them. Just the names.
Chapter 1: In the Pharaoh's Tomb
Crack! Crack! Crash! There were three people that had made it up to the top of the pyramid, in the king's chamber, out of the group of ten. There was one person who came here just for games, and his name is Solomon Mutou. His grandson, Yugi Mutou, was also here with him, wandering around the pyramid with a personal tour guide. Solomon was old and had gray hair that was usually hidden underneath a bandana. His grandson was 16 and had crazy tri-colored hair; his bangs were blonde, black hair that stuck up in every direction and red tips. He had large, amethyst colored eyes and had knowledge of games like his grandfather.
"Lucky for us," one of the men said, Pablo, "we made it to the Nameless Pharaoh's tomb. Which means that the Millennium Puzzle should still be here."
All three of the tomb seekers had a greedy glint in their eyes.
REWRITE:
Solomon Mutou wiped the sweat off of his wrinkled brow, his bandana insufficient in the way of the sweltering heat. Behind him, his grandson, Yugi Mutou frowned, his black, yellow, and red hair wilting in the sun. His amethyst colored eyes narrowed as he peered over the edge of the pyramid.
In front of the pair was an imposing man, all turban and dark eyes. "Lucky us, the Nameless One's Tomb hasn't been touched in decades. You two are the first to make it all the way up here since 1918. The last man that braved the place never came out and the search party that went in after him got lost and never found him. I'm sure that old bastard has cursed the place, so you two be careful, you hear? I've heard tell of an item called The Millennium Puzzle down there, and it's not a good thing to be messed with. The tale goes that whoever went after it was either lost or died tragically soon after finding it."
With a greedy glint in his eye, Solomon grinned, his beard crinkling with dried sweat. "Now Pablo, if we didn't know that, would we really be up here? We're here to play the game, no matter what it is."
Pablo crossed his arms defensively," Sir, I really don't think—"
"You don't think what? We are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves in a musty old tomb."
The slit of skin that showed them Pablo's eyes narrowed, and he sighed, with an air of deference. "If you must."
Grabbing Yugi's hand, Solomon dashed off into the cave entrance with speed uncharacteristic of his old age. Under their feet, the sand that had coated the outside of the pyramid began to turn to stone and Yugi felt cold sweat begin to bead of his forehead. "Grandpa, I think he was right, we shouldn't be in here, somethings not right about this place… I feel an evil aura, and I almost expect to see some sort of monster every time we turn a corner…! Please Grandpa lets go! This Millennium Puzzle thing can't be important enough that we both die finding it!"
Solomon snorted and began to walk again, his gray hair beginning to spike out of his bandana crazily, adding to his deranged appearance. With a shudder, Yugi followed with a deep and harrowing sense of dread.