Claire: Okay so this is my first story so it might be bad...
Chui: Oh shut up and just write it already!
Claire: Wow Chui someones got PMS today.
Chui:... I'm a dude...
Claire: Don't make excuses!
Chui: Whatever...
Claire: Okay so here it goes!
(Sorry for any spelling errors or fact errors!)
Cold. That's all he felt down here, deep under the ground, away from everyone. "Get up!" A guard shouted as they kicked him in the gut. He groaned and curled up on the floor. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't give his kidnappers the thrill of seeing him cry. Besides, he was out of tears. He forced himself up off the ground with the little strength he had left. "Move. Now!" He was shoved into the hall. The lights where so bright... They burned his eyes and they began to water as he made his way down the hallway with the others that were being led out of their cages. He cursed under his breath, knowing what would happen when he made it to the dinning hall. He would be given mush-like food, be forced to eat it because of how starving he was, and then would see if he weighed enough. How would he ever weigh enough when he never gets enough food to eat? He just sighed and sat down at his usual spot, all the way in the corner. He thought that maybe today he wouldn't get hurt, wouldn't do anything wrong. But he knew that all he would know today is more and more pain as someone came over and said his name. "Bakura."
Bakura stood up slowly, his knees where getting weaker and weaker from lack of food. "Yes sir?" He said to the man with the gun, whip, and knife all hanging from his chain belt. "You will eat, then go straight to the dock." The man made a evil smile that Bakura had never seen unless someone had just been sold. "We finally sold your sorry ass."
Bakura quickly ran to the food bar and got his small bowl of food. He scarfed it down as fast as he could in order to get back to his sell. He knew he wasn't supposed to go back but he couldn't help it, he couldn't leave without it. He ran down the hallways as fast as he could manage, and burst into his cage like cell. He ran to the hard wooden bed and grabbed for the box. It was cold black stone but he shoved it up under his shirt and grabbed his thin jacket. He threw it over himself and ran down the docks where a fancy looking boat was waiting for him. "This is him?" A man said. Bakura spun around to see a man with a cigar half in his mouth. "Yes sir." A guard said while shoving Bakura onto the boat, down through some steps, and to the lower decks. "Wait here." The guard said going up the narrow steps, he slammed the metal door on top and again Bakura was left in the cold.
Claire: Okay so as you can see it was short and really bad.
Chui: It was awful.
Claire: You really wanna get smacked.
Chui: *backs out the door*
Claire: Please give reviews!