"Hey Seto!" Mokuba ran into Seto's room wearing some kind of
Egyptian mask. "Check this out!" the mask held different and distintive
hieroglyphics.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked hardly paying attention to what Mokuba was wearing as he threw his suitcase onto the bed. He had been with Mokuba when they had bought it so it was nothing new to him.
"The bazaar!" Mokuba's smile reached from ear to ear.
"It's cool." he admitted and collapsed on the bed, too tired to do anything else. Mokuba put the mask down and jumped on the bed a couple times trying to catch Seto's attention. He had drinken allot of coffee on the plane and couldn't keep from not moving.
"Seto, can we go play phoosball?"
"Mmmmm..." Seto mumbled.
"You're hopeless." Mokuba huffed and jumped off the bed. "I'll go get one of the butlers to play with me then!"
"Mmmm..." Seto turned over and closed his eyes. He was so tired, tired from the exhausting day. Who had tried killing him earlier on? The picture ran through his mind. It had been a blur before, her diving in front and catching it just a couple of inches from his head. He shivered and then remembered something he had forgotten. There had been something on her that had scared him, what was it again?
Throwing stars. Twinkling, scintillating under the sun's glare, her whole belt had been clad in them. Why? What the hell was going on now? He fell asleep before he could think anymore, exhaustion finally having conceived his weary body.
Everything after went along normally. They had to go back to school of course, against Joey's wishes, and everything was fine until one day when Yugi was walking home one night.
He whistled happily as he went along, it had been a good day at school and he was in a good mood. Nothing would be able to destroy it, well, almost nothing. He turned down a road, about a block away from the game shop, and continued walking down the road, not noticing that someone else was behing him and following him stealthily. He stopped when he finally heard it and turned around but they had already moved and were in front of him. He turned around to meet with a fist across his face.
He crashed down to the ground and dropped the books he had been carrying. A yelp of pain aroused from his throat. The person who had attacked him walked up to him slowly and kicked him in the gut. Yugi cried out in pain once more and spat blood onto the road in a sudden convulsion. Suddenly a light glowed from within his puzzle and yami got up to face the guy.
"Why do you go around and attacking innocent people that did nothing to you?" he asked. The guy smiled.
"Because it's my job." he stated and suddenly he threw two or three throwing stars. Yami panicked and ducked. He rolled along the ground and the guy tried hitting him over and over again. He couldn't send his soul to the shadow realm, it'd be stopping him long enough to be hit by some throwing stars he'd have thrown before losing his soul. Sweat poured down his forehead and suddenly he found himself in a dead end, nowhere to go. The man laughed, four throwing stars in each of his hands between his fingers as he approached yami.
"I thought this was going to be at least a little bit harder!" He laughed as he raised his hand before the dumpster behind him and got ready to throw the remaining stars in his hand and end yami. He had stalled too long. Any second now he'd release the stars on him. He couldn't anticipate exactly so there was no point in trying.
A sharp whizzing sound pierced through the air and a throwing star from nowhere hit the guy's sleeve and pinned it to the dumpster. He stared in fright at the star that was going through the dumpster, through plain metal. It was the time he needed and yami sent the guy's soul to the shadow realm. He retired back to his soul room thinking that there was no danger left. Yugi looked around in confusion and noticed the man pinned to the dumpster. That was weird.
He walked out of the alley slowly and unsurely returning to his books and continued on his way. He didn't notice the figure on top of the building, three throwing stars in each hand, her hair blowing in the breeze, watching him leave.
^Yami, what the heck just happened?^
"Where'd you get that?" he asked hardly paying attention to what Mokuba was wearing as he threw his suitcase onto the bed. He had been with Mokuba when they had bought it so it was nothing new to him.
"The bazaar!" Mokuba's smile reached from ear to ear.
"It's cool." he admitted and collapsed on the bed, too tired to do anything else. Mokuba put the mask down and jumped on the bed a couple times trying to catch Seto's attention. He had drinken allot of coffee on the plane and couldn't keep from not moving.
"Seto, can we go play phoosball?"
"Mmmmm..." Seto mumbled.
"You're hopeless." Mokuba huffed and jumped off the bed. "I'll go get one of the butlers to play with me then!"
"Mmmm..." Seto turned over and closed his eyes. He was so tired, tired from the exhausting day. Who had tried killing him earlier on? The picture ran through his mind. It had been a blur before, her diving in front and catching it just a couple of inches from his head. He shivered and then remembered something he had forgotten. There had been something on her that had scared him, what was it again?
Throwing stars. Twinkling, scintillating under the sun's glare, her whole belt had been clad in them. Why? What the hell was going on now? He fell asleep before he could think anymore, exhaustion finally having conceived his weary body.
Everything after went along normally. They had to go back to school of course, against Joey's wishes, and everything was fine until one day when Yugi was walking home one night.
He whistled happily as he went along, it had been a good day at school and he was in a good mood. Nothing would be able to destroy it, well, almost nothing. He turned down a road, about a block away from the game shop, and continued walking down the road, not noticing that someone else was behing him and following him stealthily. He stopped when he finally heard it and turned around but they had already moved and were in front of him. He turned around to meet with a fist across his face.
He crashed down to the ground and dropped the books he had been carrying. A yelp of pain aroused from his throat. The person who had attacked him walked up to him slowly and kicked him in the gut. Yugi cried out in pain once more and spat blood onto the road in a sudden convulsion. Suddenly a light glowed from within his puzzle and yami got up to face the guy.
"Why do you go around and attacking innocent people that did nothing to you?" he asked. The guy smiled.
"Because it's my job." he stated and suddenly he threw two or three throwing stars. Yami panicked and ducked. He rolled along the ground and the guy tried hitting him over and over again. He couldn't send his soul to the shadow realm, it'd be stopping him long enough to be hit by some throwing stars he'd have thrown before losing his soul. Sweat poured down his forehead and suddenly he found himself in a dead end, nowhere to go. The man laughed, four throwing stars in each of his hands between his fingers as he approached yami.
"I thought this was going to be at least a little bit harder!" He laughed as he raised his hand before the dumpster behind him and got ready to throw the remaining stars in his hand and end yami. He had stalled too long. Any second now he'd release the stars on him. He couldn't anticipate exactly so there was no point in trying.
A sharp whizzing sound pierced through the air and a throwing star from nowhere hit the guy's sleeve and pinned it to the dumpster. He stared in fright at the star that was going through the dumpster, through plain metal. It was the time he needed and yami sent the guy's soul to the shadow realm. He retired back to his soul room thinking that there was no danger left. Yugi looked around in confusion and noticed the man pinned to the dumpster. That was weird.
He walked out of the alley slowly and unsurely returning to his books and continued on his way. He didn't notice the figure on top of the building, three throwing stars in each hand, her hair blowing in the breeze, watching him leave.
^Yami, what the heck just happened?^
