Card Mishap
By: Draco Starbo
A/N: Hello everyone! Guess who's done with chapter one? Well, I've also done chapter two! Will you please review? All you need is to press a few keys, So, will you, please, please, please?
Disclaimer: I don't own, I never own, and I won't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
CHAPTER TWO: MEETING
Riverting sat at her computer, bored out of her mind. It wasn't that she had nothing better to do or see, but this project needed to be finished. And that was her only problem - finishing it. She could write a beautiful introduction and dazzle everyone with a thorough body. However, the conclusion left her stumped. How do "rap up" anything? Life always continued on and on, and nothing truly ever got rapped up.
//Maybe that's my problem, like Marcy says. . . .//
Marcy is one of her school friends, who had all ready decided to have a major in physiology by her seventh year of school. Marcy always was telling Riverting how she had a problem to finish what she started, afraid of succeeding - which sounds really stupid. Who'd be afraid of success? Not her, surely. Well, yeah, she does have THREE other projects, all do tomorrow, that she must complete, but, no, she can't be afraid of success. That was just impossible. After all, she wanted to be a successful writer, if not the most famous writer in the world.
//I'm not afraid of success, I'm afraid of the end. Which really sucks,// she could help but chuckle at herself.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
"Eh? What was that?" Riverting cocked her head, listening for the sound again. When nothing happened, she shrugged and went back to her essay. Looks like she'll have to do what she always does, just reword the introduction, even if that felt like cheating to her.
"Oooh, my heeeaaad," a low moan traveled up from the living room to the office upstairs.
Frozen in her seat, Riverting watched the letter F run across the screen of her computer. Fear welled up within her, a cold iron in her stomach. Who was in her house? She looked at her little dog growling and getting out her bed. That's the most attractive she's been all day. Not a good sign.
"Come on, Riverting, get a hold of yourself," she breathed deeply a couple of times. "Being scared out of your wits does you no good. Calm down, calm down. The person is probably hurt, you have a phone, and . . . and a weapon!" She picked up an emergency flash light with a white-knuckle grip. With one last deep breath, she kept repeating to herself a chant underneath her breath. "Come on, Riverting, you can do this. Come on, Riverting, you can do this."
Some more moans were heard from downstairs, causing her to stop in her tracks. From the top of the stairs where her feet had seemed to grow roots, she could over look the large front room that was carelessly dubbed the family room. But it was the living room that she was certain the noises were coming from.
//Maybe I should just hide in the bathroom with the phone, just incase,// Riverting thought, but discarded the thought almost as soon as she thought of it. She could just let this person, or people, run amuck in her house and let them get away with it! There were many things they could easily steal down here and she remembered how she was robbed at her father's house. That was no fun and it hurt Dad's wallet to buy back all they lost. //So, I've got no choice. If I loose my nerve and run back up stairs, at least I'll have a description to give the police. . . .//
With a deep breath, she lifted one of her rooted feet and stepped down onto the first step. Not bad, not too hard, and another foot puts her square on the first step. Twelve more to go, but at least she's not too scared. She took another step, and another, and no noises from the living room that she could hear. Deep breath, another - squeak - uh, oh! Riverting stopped and listened, hoping the squeaky step didn't make them aware of her presence . . . nothing. A sigh of relieve, Riverting realized that she was half way down. Not bad progress for a girl scared out of her wits with a flash light.
"Oh man," the voice of the low moans came into view. It was a boy with blonde hair and a green jacket, he was holding his head and had his eyes closed tightly from pain. That still didn't help Riverting when she saw the stranger in her house.
"Aaaah!" she screamed in high-pitch girly fashion.
The boy went flying into the wall a yard behind him! SLAM! And he fell down, sprawled across the bottom of the steps, out like a light. A shaken Riverting sank down and sat on the stairs, staring at the boy. . . .
. . . .Finally she had enough of sitting. The guy was out cold but he might wake up again, and be angry at her for knocking him into the wall. . . . But then again, he didn't look like he had any weapons on him. . . .
"Come on, Riverting, stop stallin'!" she stood up, gathering all her courage.
Weak-kneed, she put one foot in front of the other until she was at the boy's side. Flipping him onto his back, the girl saw no gun, no knife, or any type of weapon. She didn't even see a bag or anything to carry off the loot. //Even the stupidest thieves know that you won't be questioned if you look like you just have a backpack and not stolen goods. So, does that mean he isn't a thief?//
Riverting saw something in the living room by her short view of it. The first floor doesn't have many interior walls, just half of one as a support for the stairs and second floor and two to box off the master bed room, but from where she crouched, she only saw the small TV and little fire place and someone's hand.
"Okay, something weird is going on here," Riverting got up, curiosity replacing her fear.
In the living room, all sprawled out over the worn, blue rug was three other people. A girl with brown hair in a pink skirt was the closest the one the hand belonged to. Then there was a tall guy with a really weird hair style and a trench coat. Lastly, a small boy with three colors in his hair and a huge upside down pyramid as a necklace.
"Something VERY weird . . . This better not be Loki's idea of a joke!" Riverting sneered. Loki was her sister's nick name because, like the God of Tricks, Loki just loves to play pranks on her.
An idea popped up in her head, and Riverting stepped over the bodies to the back door. It was still locked and showed no sign of being forced opened. And just down the semi-hall was the front door - sealed like a volt.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Riverting shouted, afraid that she'd have to wait until these strange people woke up to explain. "Well, might as well try to get them comfortable or something. . . ."
~ End of Meeting ~
A/N: Um, yeah, that's this chapter! Is it a little slow? Well, I just wanted to show how scared someone would be if people just popped up in her living room. I mean, when I read most cross-overs or where someone gets dropped off into another world, they're surprised, yeah, but hardly are they freaked out. I'd be freaked I landed in another world or someone lands in my world! Well, the next chapter will have a faster pace, I promise! But, could please review, please?
A/N: Hello everyone! Guess who's done with chapter one? Well, I've also done chapter two! Will you please review? All you need is to press a few keys, So, will you, please, please, please?
Disclaimer: I don't own, I never own, and I won't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
CHAPTER TWO: MEETING
Riverting sat at her computer, bored out of her mind. It wasn't that she had nothing better to do or see, but this project needed to be finished. And that was her only problem - finishing it. She could write a beautiful introduction and dazzle everyone with a thorough body. However, the conclusion left her stumped. How do "rap up" anything? Life always continued on and on, and nothing truly ever got rapped up.
//Maybe that's my problem, like Marcy says. . . .//
Marcy is one of her school friends, who had all ready decided to have a major in physiology by her seventh year of school. Marcy always was telling Riverting how she had a problem to finish what she started, afraid of succeeding - which sounds really stupid. Who'd be afraid of success? Not her, surely. Well, yeah, she does have THREE other projects, all do tomorrow, that she must complete, but, no, she can't be afraid of success. That was just impossible. After all, she wanted to be a successful writer, if not the most famous writer in the world.
//I'm not afraid of success, I'm afraid of the end. Which really sucks,// she could help but chuckle at herself.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
"Eh? What was that?" Riverting cocked her head, listening for the sound again. When nothing happened, she shrugged and went back to her essay. Looks like she'll have to do what she always does, just reword the introduction, even if that felt like cheating to her.
"Oooh, my heeeaaad," a low moan traveled up from the living room to the office upstairs.
Frozen in her seat, Riverting watched the letter F run across the screen of her computer. Fear welled up within her, a cold iron in her stomach. Who was in her house? She looked at her little dog growling and getting out her bed. That's the most attractive she's been all day. Not a good sign.
"Come on, Riverting, get a hold of yourself," she breathed deeply a couple of times. "Being scared out of your wits does you no good. Calm down, calm down. The person is probably hurt, you have a phone, and . . . and a weapon!" She picked up an emergency flash light with a white-knuckle grip. With one last deep breath, she kept repeating to herself a chant underneath her breath. "Come on, Riverting, you can do this. Come on, Riverting, you can do this."
Some more moans were heard from downstairs, causing her to stop in her tracks. From the top of the stairs where her feet had seemed to grow roots, she could over look the large front room that was carelessly dubbed the family room. But it was the living room that she was certain the noises were coming from.
//Maybe I should just hide in the bathroom with the phone, just incase,// Riverting thought, but discarded the thought almost as soon as she thought of it. She could just let this person, or people, run amuck in her house and let them get away with it! There were many things they could easily steal down here and she remembered how she was robbed at her father's house. That was no fun and it hurt Dad's wallet to buy back all they lost. //So, I've got no choice. If I loose my nerve and run back up stairs, at least I'll have a description to give the police. . . .//
With a deep breath, she lifted one of her rooted feet and stepped down onto the first step. Not bad, not too hard, and another foot puts her square on the first step. Twelve more to go, but at least she's not too scared. She took another step, and another, and no noises from the living room that she could hear. Deep breath, another - squeak - uh, oh! Riverting stopped and listened, hoping the squeaky step didn't make them aware of her presence . . . nothing. A sigh of relieve, Riverting realized that she was half way down. Not bad progress for a girl scared out of her wits with a flash light.
"Oh man," the voice of the low moans came into view. It was a boy with blonde hair and a green jacket, he was holding his head and had his eyes closed tightly from pain. That still didn't help Riverting when she saw the stranger in her house.
"Aaaah!" she screamed in high-pitch girly fashion.
The boy went flying into the wall a yard behind him! SLAM! And he fell down, sprawled across the bottom of the steps, out like a light. A shaken Riverting sank down and sat on the stairs, staring at the boy. . . .
. . . .Finally she had enough of sitting. The guy was out cold but he might wake up again, and be angry at her for knocking him into the wall. . . . But then again, he didn't look like he had any weapons on him. . . .
"Come on, Riverting, stop stallin'!" she stood up, gathering all her courage.
Weak-kneed, she put one foot in front of the other until she was at the boy's side. Flipping him onto his back, the girl saw no gun, no knife, or any type of weapon. She didn't even see a bag or anything to carry off the loot. //Even the stupidest thieves know that you won't be questioned if you look like you just have a backpack and not stolen goods. So, does that mean he isn't a thief?//
Riverting saw something in the living room by her short view of it. The first floor doesn't have many interior walls, just half of one as a support for the stairs and second floor and two to box off the master bed room, but from where she crouched, she only saw the small TV and little fire place and someone's hand.
"Okay, something weird is going on here," Riverting got up, curiosity replacing her fear.
In the living room, all sprawled out over the worn, blue rug was three other people. A girl with brown hair in a pink skirt was the closest the one the hand belonged to. Then there was a tall guy with a really weird hair style and a trench coat. Lastly, a small boy with three colors in his hair and a huge upside down pyramid as a necklace.
"Something VERY weird . . . This better not be Loki's idea of a joke!" Riverting sneered. Loki was her sister's nick name because, like the God of Tricks, Loki just loves to play pranks on her.
An idea popped up in her head, and Riverting stepped over the bodies to the back door. It was still locked and showed no sign of being forced opened. And just down the semi-hall was the front door - sealed like a volt.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Riverting shouted, afraid that she'd have to wait until these strange people woke up to explain. "Well, might as well try to get them comfortable or something. . . ."
~ End of Meeting ~
A/N: Um, yeah, that's this chapter! Is it a little slow? Well, I just wanted to show how scared someone would be if people just popped up in her living room. I mean, when I read most cross-overs or where someone gets dropped off into another world, they're surprised, yeah, but hardly are they freaked out. I'd be freaked I landed in another world or someone lands in my world! Well, the next chapter will have a faster pace, I promise! But, could please review, please?