Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. Please don't
sue, I've got no money. Only original things of mine are the Millennium
Braclet/Collar, the cat and Tora.
Alright time for the codes to come out. And the winners are:
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
"speech"
'thought'
{Telepathy}
Rosz of the Angel: Thanks for reviewing. I have no idea how the cat's speech is going to evolve, so we'll just have to wait and see.
All righty now. On with the fic.
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A bouncing light made its way into the dust filled room. Air that was as dead as the dust floating in the flickering light stirred. A fresh breeze followed the lamp, clinging to it, as if afraid of dealing with this ancient air. The ancient quiet was finally shattered as the soft sound of footsteps descending into the room.
The light bobbed in time to the arm holding it. That arm belonged to a black haired man with deeply tanned and chiseled features. Many considered this man handsome. He had women constantly falling over themselves to meet him. At least until they looked into his eyes, then they backed away, fear radiating from them.
It wasn't that there was only coldness in those ice blue orbs. It was the fact that they looked like a snakes. Silted pupils and the spark of a predator on the prowl.
His movements were like liquid. Smooth, flowing and precise. It was with that gracefulness that he prowled the ancient tomb. He ignored the sparkle of gold that caught his light's attention. Breezing past the sarcophagus he headed to the selves beyond in the dust filled corner. Carefully he put his lamp down and started rifling through the old manuscripts that lay in piles. Not once did his face change expression, even when some of those parchments crumpled to dust as he held them.
Suddenly his eyes grew more serious. They traveled over the parchment quickly, then returned to the starting point and went over each word, each stroke of the dead pen. Those cold, reptilian eyes drank in the words. The corners of the man's lips twitched in what could have been considered the beginning of a smile.
"Perfect."
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Alright I know this was a short chapter, but I've got a lot going on in the next couple of days. Hopefully I can get another two chapters done this week.
All characters: *Glaring at Treska past gags in mouths*
Treska: O-o Hey I'm getting observed by my supervisor tomorrow. Give me a break.
Okay. Well just leave a little review.
Alright time for the codes to come out. And the winners are:
/aibou to yami/
//yami to aibou//
"speech"
'thought'
{Telepathy}
Rosz of the Angel: Thanks for reviewing. I have no idea how the cat's speech is going to evolve, so we'll just have to wait and see.
All righty now. On with the fic.
* * * * * * * *
A bouncing light made its way into the dust filled room. Air that was as dead as the dust floating in the flickering light stirred. A fresh breeze followed the lamp, clinging to it, as if afraid of dealing with this ancient air. The ancient quiet was finally shattered as the soft sound of footsteps descending into the room.
The light bobbed in time to the arm holding it. That arm belonged to a black haired man with deeply tanned and chiseled features. Many considered this man handsome. He had women constantly falling over themselves to meet him. At least until they looked into his eyes, then they backed away, fear radiating from them.
It wasn't that there was only coldness in those ice blue orbs. It was the fact that they looked like a snakes. Silted pupils and the spark of a predator on the prowl.
His movements were like liquid. Smooth, flowing and precise. It was with that gracefulness that he prowled the ancient tomb. He ignored the sparkle of gold that caught his light's attention. Breezing past the sarcophagus he headed to the selves beyond in the dust filled corner. Carefully he put his lamp down and started rifling through the old manuscripts that lay in piles. Not once did his face change expression, even when some of those parchments crumpled to dust as he held them.
Suddenly his eyes grew more serious. They traveled over the parchment quickly, then returned to the starting point and went over each word, each stroke of the dead pen. Those cold, reptilian eyes drank in the words. The corners of the man's lips twitched in what could have been considered the beginning of a smile.
"Perfect."
* * * * * * * * *
Alright I know this was a short chapter, but I've got a lot going on in the next couple of days. Hopefully I can get another two chapters done this week.
All characters: *Glaring at Treska past gags in mouths*
Treska: O-o Hey I'm getting observed by my supervisor tomorrow. Give me a break.
Okay. Well just leave a little review.
