Prologue
Life Starts Now
The bell rang cheerfully as four figures walked proudly into the mostly abandoned shop. Sugoroku Motou looked up from the games he was carefully shelving. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized the ones in front of him. One deathly pale, one –no two- wearing masks, and another, standing silently in the shadows. "Can I help you?" He asked still eyeing them cautiously.
"We are looking for Yuugi Motou. Is he home?" The pale one spoke.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you see him," Sugoroku said carefully.
"Why would that be?" The pale one spoke once again, with a highly French accent. Sugoroku studied them carefully. They didn't look much like duelists… Then again…
"Look, old man," one of the masked figures said, menacingly stepping forwards. "We don't want to have to hurt you."
"Please leave my shop," Sugoroku said, gesturing at the exit. "The door is over there."
"Munya," the pale one called. The man in the shadows walked out and grunted. His knuckles cracked as he began walking towards Sugoroku. The so-called Munya grabbed him and pinned him to a wall.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sugoroku exclaimed.
The pale one gestured towards the masked figures. "Go find Yuugi Motou." The nodded and ran up the stairs.
"Yuugi! Run!"
CZR: "And finally, I have typed up… This."
Mariku: "Only because you're home sick with nothing else to do…"
CZR: "What's up with you?"
Yuugi: "He's just upset because in this story he's not your boyfriend Clairissa-chan."
Mariku: "Stop calling her Clairissa-chan!"
CZR: "I don't own The Secret Saturdays, or Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own…"
Marik/Bakura: *Restraining me from saying anything else of what I own*