An experimental little thing that I may or may not continue, depending on
what people think.
Oh yes, and there is another fic out there with nearly the exact same title as this one by duelpersonality (or something). They are nothing at all alike, so don't bug me or I'll do something that you won't enjoy. I mean it.
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Chapter 1: The Destination
One dark and stormy Saturday evening, if one looked down a certain backstreet of a certain non-existant town, there could be discerned four indistinct figures running through the falling rain.
Keeping close to the alleyways and darting furtive looks to the side and over their shoulders, the tiny huddled group scampered over fences and took discreet shortcuts through other people's backyards.
They could not afford to be caught by anyone who was not one of them.
One of them stumbled, nearly falling face first into a mud puddle. Another supported the collapsing figure, and motioned for the others to go on without them. They would catch up.
Worriedly, the other two slipped away between a hole in a nearby chain-link fence. The two who were left behind struggled on behind, one limping slightly. They had to hurry. They were nearly ten minutes late.
Nobody outside of their group could know what they were up to, nor where they were headed. It was why their purpose was always cloaked under the dead of night, in the middle of the rain, when everyone else was sleeping and they could openly express their shame alone. Their secret must be kept preserved, on pain of death and no free pizza.
And so it was after a long, labryinthine journey that the four arrived at their destination.
It was nothing much to look at; a tiny, whitewashed affair, barely the size of a child's playhouse. But it was better than nothing, and at least the plumbing worked.
The bedraggled group shivered in the cold rain, looking up at the address and consulting a ragged and soaked scrap of paper that one of them was holding. Finally, after a muted debate, one of them put out a hand and opened the door.
The four trooped into the darkness beyond, while above their heads a dirty and faded sign proclaimed, in scrawled purple crayon:
"Welcome to the YAA: YuGiOh Addicts Anonymous."
And, directly under that:
"Complimentary pizza every second gathering."
Oh yes, and there is another fic out there with nearly the exact same title as this one by duelpersonality (or something). They are nothing at all alike, so don't bug me or I'll do something that you won't enjoy. I mean it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: The Destination
One dark and stormy Saturday evening, if one looked down a certain backstreet of a certain non-existant town, there could be discerned four indistinct figures running through the falling rain.
Keeping close to the alleyways and darting furtive looks to the side and over their shoulders, the tiny huddled group scampered over fences and took discreet shortcuts through other people's backyards.
They could not afford to be caught by anyone who was not one of them.
One of them stumbled, nearly falling face first into a mud puddle. Another supported the collapsing figure, and motioned for the others to go on without them. They would catch up.
Worriedly, the other two slipped away between a hole in a nearby chain-link fence. The two who were left behind struggled on behind, one limping slightly. They had to hurry. They were nearly ten minutes late.
Nobody outside of their group could know what they were up to, nor where they were headed. It was why their purpose was always cloaked under the dead of night, in the middle of the rain, when everyone else was sleeping and they could openly express their shame alone. Their secret must be kept preserved, on pain of death and no free pizza.
And so it was after a long, labryinthine journey that the four arrived at their destination.
It was nothing much to look at; a tiny, whitewashed affair, barely the size of a child's playhouse. But it was better than nothing, and at least the plumbing worked.
The bedraggled group shivered in the cold rain, looking up at the address and consulting a ragged and soaked scrap of paper that one of them was holding. Finally, after a muted debate, one of them put out a hand and opened the door.
The four trooped into the darkness beyond, while above their heads a dirty and faded sign proclaimed, in scrawled purple crayon:
"Welcome to the YAA: YuGiOh Addicts Anonymous."
And, directly under that:
"Complimentary pizza every second gathering."