Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh!
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Extemporaneous - Unrehearsed, improvised
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"Let Kaiba go."
Yami no Yugi's voice was dark, darker then the metal of the handgun held by ancient fingers taken from a fallen opponent. The leader of the various defeated henchmen, an older business man clad in a suit and wielding a knife, clutched the fabric at the shoulder of Seto's expensive white blazer and pressed the blade closer to the C.E.O.'s throat. The man's gaze narrowed on the gun.
"You probably don't even know how to use that." the man accused, jostling Seto slightly as he leaned forward to sneer at the King of Games. The brunette hissed has the knife drew blood. Crimson eyes flashed as Yami no Yugi cocked the gun.
"You want to try me? I learn very fast."
"You wouldn't," the man insisted, " I'd kill him before the bullet would reach me."
"Ah, but killing Seto won't get you those shares will it?" the spirit questioned. The man shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of crimson eyes. The spirit knew he had hit the truth, and offered the man a way out.
"Let Kaiba go."
"And what?" the steel gray eyes of his opponent hardened with resolve, "get set to jail? No, not yet. If my life as know it is going to end, Kaiba – sama's life is going to end too." The blade pressed even closer to the pale skin of Seto's throat and a shot corresponded with the movement. A grin stretched a crossed Yami no Yugi's face as the man fell.
"Good Shot Mokuba."
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I know that one of the distinguishing things was I looked like I could hold a gun, even though I'd never held one before and I'm physically able to do the martial arts and all that stuff.
-Yvonne Strahovski
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Tossing his book aside with a sigh, Ryou let his head fall back against the arm of the sofa he'd been awkwardly curled up in to read. It was with practiced boredom that he studied the stucco ceiling. All summer had been like this: empty, and blurring at the edges.
The book he had been trying to read had been one he'd finished the month before. With months to go until college roiled around, he had picked up a box of classics at a local second-hand bookstore and enthusiastically set out to spend his summer indoors to avoid sunburns and catch up on an old reading list he had found when going through some old stuff. But a few classics could only last one so long, and 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea wasn't as good the second time reading it if one had really just finished it.
Ryou sighed again and reached for his outdated cell phone. Bored enough to actually talk to other people, he flipped through the numbers in his contact list. He selected a number and held the phone to his ear. The phone ran two times before the call was answered.
"Hello?" Malik questioned from the other side, the wash of the sea flushing in the background.
"Hi Malik, this is Ryou Bakura – I'm a friend of Yugi's."
"I remember. What do you want?"
"I was just wondering if you were around Domino, I have a pressing need to go somewhere by boat."
"Where?"
"As long as it keeps me from going stagnate, anywhere."
"I see," Ryou could hear a smirk curl on to Malik's face, "I think I know just the place. If you're up for it."
Ryou glanced at 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea and made a face at it. Any place that Malik could think of would be better than wasting away of boredom in his empty apartment.
"I'm up for anything."
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The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
- Saint Augustine
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