I'm soooooooooooooooooo sorry about not updated sooner! It's not my
fault..actually it is. But I had lots of homework and my brother hogged the
computer...and u get the point. So this chapter was kinda you know rushed.
Meaning it's not the best (not even close!) But that's ok. Nothing good
happen's in dis chapter but in the next one something good does happen!
Well that's actually my opinion you know. But hey...who cares?
Lets just get on with the chapter!
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Myuri woke up. She tried lifting her head but as she raised it a searing pain leapt through her. She moaned and forced herself into an upright position.
She breathed real hard and looked about herself. As she looked around herself she realized that she was not home. She lay on damp and very hard flooring in a tiny room made of stones. It had one measly window that was located above her head. It let in enough sunshine for the frightened young girl to take in her surroundings but shadows were still present. From one such shadowy corner she heard the familiar sound of someone crying.
Trying to speak Myuri realized that her throat was too dry. She tried to form spit in her mouth but she needed moister to do such a thing. Instead she dragged her aching body across the floor to where the sound came from. She realized it was the little boy crying. As she reached the corner Myuri out stretched her arms and brought the little boy towards her. With all her might Myuri enabled herself to utter a hushed, "Don't cry, everything will be alright." But she new that that was a lie.
She didn't know where she was or how she had reached there. That most defiantly meant that she did not know where to go. Her body ached like nothing she ever felt before and she had trouble breathing not to mention speaking.
Myuri felt like crying, 'why is everything bad happening to me?' Looking down at the little boy she realized it was all her fault for him being here (wherever here was) with her.
"It's not your fault miss," the little boy muttered lifting his head.
Myuri eye's grew as she realized she must have spoken out loud but she let the boy continue.
"In fact miss, if it wasn't for you trying to help me I would have been in even worse trouble." His black bangs fell in front of his eyes and Myuri pushed them back up his forehead willing him to continue even though she was obviously more confused then ever.
"You see miss.I stole my brothers rare cards and wandered off alone. I had made a bet with someone at school that I could most defiantly beat them in a duel. But you see the cards I have are too weak to beat my opponents. So I took my brother's.I only needed them that afternoon and he wouldn't have let me if I had asked. So you see when I took the cards and battled I won but some people had been following me all of that afternoon. I had noticed them when I left my house and after I dueled. They must have somehow known that I had my brother's cards or maybe because they had heard about the duel. Then when I was walking home I was ambushed, well I think people call it an ambush, and the people that had ambushed me were after my brothers cards. I managed to get away but then the thunderstorm came along and I didn't know what to do so I hid in that alleyway knowing that if I left its protection I would never see my brother again. But then you came along and wanted to help me so I went with you knowing that I could trust you. But as we left .well you know the rest."
Mokuba took a deep breath and looked up into the saddened eyes of the girl that had saved him and realized he had not told her whom he was. "Oh and miss if your wondering who I am.well you can call me Mokuba Kaiba, that is just Mokuba, if you please."
Myuri's eye's bulged at the sound of the name the little boy had given himself. Her mouth gapped open as she questioned him, "You." Myuri struggled to talk. "You're Moku-ba.. Kaiba?!"
Myuri couldn't believe it. She had somehow found Mokuba Kaiba, the younger brother of the ever so cute Seto Kaiba. Myuri felt like fainting but she did no such thing. If she did so then what was to become of Mokuba. Instead she willed herself to stand up. The pain was incredible but she managed to slump against the wall and follow it to the doorway that sat in the shadows. She tugged real hard on its knob. It was locked.
Myuri turned around and looked at Mokuba questioningly and then tried opening the door again. It didn't budge. Somehow she felt as if she was being kept as a prisoner. By whom she did not know. 'What did I do?' she questioned herself, not knowing what had caused all of this to happen. 'I'm sure that I didn't do anything bad.'
She obviously didn't believe Mokuba's story because she didn't want to believe it was the little boy's fault for all of the troubles that they were going through. It would be just too much to handle. And what Myuri needed now was a break from having to think but she knew that would never happen.
Myuri wobbled back to Mokuba who was trying to look hopeful. "Maybe when someone comes we can scream and they'll help us, or if we're prisoners of someone then we can probab." Mokuba's voice trailed off as he heard commotion outside the doorway. He stared at the young girl who stared right back.
Myuri mouthed to him, 'on the count of three' then she held up three of her fingers and slowly she ticked them off. When her last finger went down she nodded to Mokuba and both of them let their voices loose.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!! Someone HELP US!!!!!"
The door opened as they screamed and Myrui and Mokuba looked at each other with grins on their faces. Both of them stood ready to bolt though the doorway.
But before they could move someone was shoved at them from the doorway. Myuri and Mokuba both went crashing into the back wall as someone flew into them. The door closed faster then they had ever expected and Myuri wimpered and Mokuba bit his lips. Both lay trying to regain their breath.
The new member of their dungeon (they had finally guessed that they were in a dungeon of some sort) started to sob uncontrollably (they didn't know if it was a girl or a boy).
Myuri and Mokuba heard curses lift from their guest and Myuri realized it must be a boy from the sound of his voice. He slithered to a shadowy corner and sat slumped over crying fiercely.
Myuri only realized it proper of herself to go and try and comfort the boy. She couldn't see him from where she lay and she wanted to know who he was.
Sliding from her position and getting to her feet Myuri walked up to the figure and gently said in a voice full of concern, "Sir, are you alright? My name is Myuri. My little friend Mokuba Kaiba and I are both prisinors too.
If you wish you can sit with us under the window and maybe we can find someway to escape..... if you please?" Myuri added the little form of respect at the end of her comforting speech because the boy didn't seem to be paying her any attention. He was lost in his tears of sadness.
Myuri couldn't stand it anymore. The crybaby didn't even slow down his crying frantics and Myuri was trying everything she could to comfort him. 'What was his problem anyway? I am not crying and Mokuba isn't either! He seems big enough to realize that crying doesn't solve any problems!'
Myuri grabbed at her hair as she erupted at the boy.
"EXCUSE ME SIR?!" Myuri stared him down * but I guess that wouldn't really be called staring him down since the man didn't look up at her.*
His crying stopped and he started to hiccup, a sure sign that he was finally listening.
Myuri went on. "I would like to say that you are in no position to cry. If we are to live then I suggest that you cooperate with us and help out! We know how you feel, we are prisoners too..of hell knows who?!!!!" Myuri realized as the sun through the window grew that the shadows were lessening in the dark corner she was standing in. The man came into perfect view and he was looking up at her with red eyes and a tear streaked face. His clothes were all torn and he looked like a lost puppy (~o~ awwwwwww).
His hair was all wild colours. Black, pink and yellow (sorry if I got his hair color wrong!) and he wore the weirdest clothing ever seen by Myuri. A belt around his neck and spiked wrist bands. He also wore a blue coat with a black shirt on underneath.
He stared at Myuri and said one word, "Yami." Then he stared at the floor, his silent tears parting the dirt.
Myuri didn't understand what the boy meant. She scrunched up her forehead as she watched the pitiful boy cry.
But Mokuba didn't waste a second when he saw who sat in the shadows; he jumped up and ran to the man as if he knew him.
"Yugi!" the little boy screamed as he hugged the boy. Yugi didn't return the hug and Mokuba sat down in front of him. "What happened Yugi?"
The boy called Yugi stared back at Mokuba his tears flowing down his face harder than before and in a hushed voice he whispered, "They took Yami." (*Man I think I'd be great at writing the series of Unfortunate events...everything that is happening is for the worse not the better. I'm torturing everyone eh? Laughs evilly of course..I'm meant to! Yugi: 'I hate ur guts!' Desi angel: 'aww to bad for u that I dunt care!')
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Bakura sat back in his chair. He looked at the precious item that he held in his grasp. The Millennium puzzle. Once belonging to Yugi Motou but it was now his.
Bakura grinned. He had won the duel against Yugi and the stakes were that if he won he got Yugi's Millenium puzzle and if Yugi won, Mokuba would be freed.
Too bad Yugi hadn't told Seto or anyone else about Bakura having Mokuba locked up in his dungeons. If he had then maybe both boys and that girl that Bakura planed on having fun with tonight, would have a chance to be freed.
'Too bad for them, ' Bakura thought with a smirk.
He got up and walked out of the room and turned to go down into the dungeons when a figure stepped out of the shadows blocking his path.
A male voice declared, "Bakura! I want my share of this or you die!" The man held a millennium rod. Holding the top of the rod, he pulled it open and revealed a thin sharp blade. He took a step forward, the blade glinted fiercely in his arms.
As the man light flooded over the man, Bakura gasped, "Malik?!"
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Ok don't ask where this story is going but let me tell you it's not easy to write...sad aint it? I mean like it sucks but It isn't easy to write?! I must be screwed up in the brain.
But hey Yami's gone.. (how did that happen? Can it even happen..man I need to watch Yu-Gi-Oh more often!!!!!)
What the hell is that cutey Malik doing here?! (I think I just put him in the story cause he's cute! LoL.. I'm joking! Sheeesh people get a grip! There's more to this than u think!)
Well stay tuned please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And keep reviewing! I love reviews! Seriously! I do!
Thanks to Princess Garnet, Kyomi Evana, Yueh-miko, Lynn, Crystal, Evil eye and Irospective-Mortal for all the reviews!!!! Luv ya guys! *blows a kiss!* Sorry Yueh-miko but I wanna blow kisses to people too!
Ok............c ya!
Lets just get on with the chapter!
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Myuri woke up. She tried lifting her head but as she raised it a searing pain leapt through her. She moaned and forced herself into an upright position.
She breathed real hard and looked about herself. As she looked around herself she realized that she was not home. She lay on damp and very hard flooring in a tiny room made of stones. It had one measly window that was located above her head. It let in enough sunshine for the frightened young girl to take in her surroundings but shadows were still present. From one such shadowy corner she heard the familiar sound of someone crying.
Trying to speak Myuri realized that her throat was too dry. She tried to form spit in her mouth but she needed moister to do such a thing. Instead she dragged her aching body across the floor to where the sound came from. She realized it was the little boy crying. As she reached the corner Myuri out stretched her arms and brought the little boy towards her. With all her might Myuri enabled herself to utter a hushed, "Don't cry, everything will be alright." But she new that that was a lie.
She didn't know where she was or how she had reached there. That most defiantly meant that she did not know where to go. Her body ached like nothing she ever felt before and she had trouble breathing not to mention speaking.
Myuri felt like crying, 'why is everything bad happening to me?' Looking down at the little boy she realized it was all her fault for him being here (wherever here was) with her.
"It's not your fault miss," the little boy muttered lifting his head.
Myuri eye's grew as she realized she must have spoken out loud but she let the boy continue.
"In fact miss, if it wasn't for you trying to help me I would have been in even worse trouble." His black bangs fell in front of his eyes and Myuri pushed them back up his forehead willing him to continue even though she was obviously more confused then ever.
"You see miss.I stole my brothers rare cards and wandered off alone. I had made a bet with someone at school that I could most defiantly beat them in a duel. But you see the cards I have are too weak to beat my opponents. So I took my brother's.I only needed them that afternoon and he wouldn't have let me if I had asked. So you see when I took the cards and battled I won but some people had been following me all of that afternoon. I had noticed them when I left my house and after I dueled. They must have somehow known that I had my brother's cards or maybe because they had heard about the duel. Then when I was walking home I was ambushed, well I think people call it an ambush, and the people that had ambushed me were after my brothers cards. I managed to get away but then the thunderstorm came along and I didn't know what to do so I hid in that alleyway knowing that if I left its protection I would never see my brother again. But then you came along and wanted to help me so I went with you knowing that I could trust you. But as we left .well you know the rest."
Mokuba took a deep breath and looked up into the saddened eyes of the girl that had saved him and realized he had not told her whom he was. "Oh and miss if your wondering who I am.well you can call me Mokuba Kaiba, that is just Mokuba, if you please."
Myuri's eye's bulged at the sound of the name the little boy had given himself. Her mouth gapped open as she questioned him, "You." Myuri struggled to talk. "You're Moku-ba.. Kaiba?!"
Myuri couldn't believe it. She had somehow found Mokuba Kaiba, the younger brother of the ever so cute Seto Kaiba. Myuri felt like fainting but she did no such thing. If she did so then what was to become of Mokuba. Instead she willed herself to stand up. The pain was incredible but she managed to slump against the wall and follow it to the doorway that sat in the shadows. She tugged real hard on its knob. It was locked.
Myuri turned around and looked at Mokuba questioningly and then tried opening the door again. It didn't budge. Somehow she felt as if she was being kept as a prisoner. By whom she did not know. 'What did I do?' she questioned herself, not knowing what had caused all of this to happen. 'I'm sure that I didn't do anything bad.'
She obviously didn't believe Mokuba's story because she didn't want to believe it was the little boy's fault for all of the troubles that they were going through. It would be just too much to handle. And what Myuri needed now was a break from having to think but she knew that would never happen.
Myuri wobbled back to Mokuba who was trying to look hopeful. "Maybe when someone comes we can scream and they'll help us, or if we're prisoners of someone then we can probab." Mokuba's voice trailed off as he heard commotion outside the doorway. He stared at the young girl who stared right back.
Myuri mouthed to him, 'on the count of three' then she held up three of her fingers and slowly she ticked them off. When her last finger went down she nodded to Mokuba and both of them let their voices loose.
"HEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!! Someone HELP US!!!!!"
The door opened as they screamed and Myrui and Mokuba looked at each other with grins on their faces. Both of them stood ready to bolt though the doorway.
But before they could move someone was shoved at them from the doorway. Myuri and Mokuba both went crashing into the back wall as someone flew into them. The door closed faster then they had ever expected and Myuri wimpered and Mokuba bit his lips. Both lay trying to regain their breath.
The new member of their dungeon (they had finally guessed that they were in a dungeon of some sort) started to sob uncontrollably (they didn't know if it was a girl or a boy).
Myuri and Mokuba heard curses lift from their guest and Myuri realized it must be a boy from the sound of his voice. He slithered to a shadowy corner and sat slumped over crying fiercely.
Myuri only realized it proper of herself to go and try and comfort the boy. She couldn't see him from where she lay and she wanted to know who he was.
Sliding from her position and getting to her feet Myuri walked up to the figure and gently said in a voice full of concern, "Sir, are you alright? My name is Myuri. My little friend Mokuba Kaiba and I are both prisinors too.
If you wish you can sit with us under the window and maybe we can find someway to escape..... if you please?" Myuri added the little form of respect at the end of her comforting speech because the boy didn't seem to be paying her any attention. He was lost in his tears of sadness.
Myuri couldn't stand it anymore. The crybaby didn't even slow down his crying frantics and Myuri was trying everything she could to comfort him. 'What was his problem anyway? I am not crying and Mokuba isn't either! He seems big enough to realize that crying doesn't solve any problems!'
Myuri grabbed at her hair as she erupted at the boy.
"EXCUSE ME SIR?!" Myuri stared him down * but I guess that wouldn't really be called staring him down since the man didn't look up at her.*
His crying stopped and he started to hiccup, a sure sign that he was finally listening.
Myuri went on. "I would like to say that you are in no position to cry. If we are to live then I suggest that you cooperate with us and help out! We know how you feel, we are prisoners too..of hell knows who?!!!!" Myuri realized as the sun through the window grew that the shadows were lessening in the dark corner she was standing in. The man came into perfect view and he was looking up at her with red eyes and a tear streaked face. His clothes were all torn and he looked like a lost puppy (~o~ awwwwwww).
His hair was all wild colours. Black, pink and yellow (sorry if I got his hair color wrong!) and he wore the weirdest clothing ever seen by Myuri. A belt around his neck and spiked wrist bands. He also wore a blue coat with a black shirt on underneath.
He stared at Myuri and said one word, "Yami." Then he stared at the floor, his silent tears parting the dirt.
Myuri didn't understand what the boy meant. She scrunched up her forehead as she watched the pitiful boy cry.
But Mokuba didn't waste a second when he saw who sat in the shadows; he jumped up and ran to the man as if he knew him.
"Yugi!" the little boy screamed as he hugged the boy. Yugi didn't return the hug and Mokuba sat down in front of him. "What happened Yugi?"
The boy called Yugi stared back at Mokuba his tears flowing down his face harder than before and in a hushed voice he whispered, "They took Yami." (*Man I think I'd be great at writing the series of Unfortunate events...everything that is happening is for the worse not the better. I'm torturing everyone eh? Laughs evilly of course..I'm meant to! Yugi: 'I hate ur guts!' Desi angel: 'aww to bad for u that I dunt care!')
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Bakura sat back in his chair. He looked at the precious item that he held in his grasp. The Millennium puzzle. Once belonging to Yugi Motou but it was now his.
Bakura grinned. He had won the duel against Yugi and the stakes were that if he won he got Yugi's Millenium puzzle and if Yugi won, Mokuba would be freed.
Too bad Yugi hadn't told Seto or anyone else about Bakura having Mokuba locked up in his dungeons. If he had then maybe both boys and that girl that Bakura planed on having fun with tonight, would have a chance to be freed.
'Too bad for them, ' Bakura thought with a smirk.
He got up and walked out of the room and turned to go down into the dungeons when a figure stepped out of the shadows blocking his path.
A male voice declared, "Bakura! I want my share of this or you die!" The man held a millennium rod. Holding the top of the rod, he pulled it open and revealed a thin sharp blade. He took a step forward, the blade glinted fiercely in his arms.
As the man light flooded over the man, Bakura gasped, "Malik?!"
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Ok don't ask where this story is going but let me tell you it's not easy to write...sad aint it? I mean like it sucks but It isn't easy to write?! I must be screwed up in the brain.
But hey Yami's gone.. (how did that happen? Can it even happen..man I need to watch Yu-Gi-Oh more often!!!!!)
What the hell is that cutey Malik doing here?! (I think I just put him in the story cause he's cute! LoL.. I'm joking! Sheeesh people get a grip! There's more to this than u think!)
Well stay tuned please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And keep reviewing! I love reviews! Seriously! I do!
Thanks to Princess Garnet, Kyomi Evana, Yueh-miko, Lynn, Crystal, Evil eye and Irospective-Mortal for all the reviews!!!! Luv ya guys! *blows a kiss!* Sorry Yueh-miko but I wanna blow kisses to people too!
Ok............c ya!