PFM: and this is the chapter that Anshi wrote.
Marron: when do I get to make an appearance?
PFM: all in due time, darling.
Katan: ^_^;;;;; no more sorceror hunters for you...
PFM: "don't touch, JUNK BOY, made, made, LONELY BOY!"
Katan: or Maze...
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Anthy slowly came to. She was in extreme pain and it hurt even to look around. Her hands were bleeding and when she looked, she found why. There were two daggers speared through her hands and into the wall. Anthy also had daggers piercing into her ribs, locking them in place like her hands. She craned her neck to look around.
"Ryou? RYOU!!!!" The boy so named was asleep in a small chair. He looked alright, but there were three long cuts on his right arm. He looked up weakly at Anthy, not even recognizing her at the time.
"You're both awake…good."
Anthy's eyes darted to the doorway, and there stood a creature that looked like a white Chinese dragon. Blood began to gush out of Anthy's wounds and they hurt ten times more. She clenched her teeth, trying not to think of the pain. Then she heard Yami's voice.
"Where is he?!" Anthy asked, trying not to sound like she was in too much pain. The dragon grinned.
"He's still looking for you, along with Kaylynn and Seto. I plan on putting you through ten times the hell they're going through."
"What about Ryou?" Anthy glanced at Ryou, still looking rather emotionless.
"I erased his memories and inserted my own memories for him."
The rage inside Anthy exploded.
"DAMN YOU!!!!!!"
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"Yami, calm down." Seto said, placing a hand on his rival's quivering shoulder.
Yami had been a nervous wreck for roughly an hour, and his twitching had become much worse. Kaylynn was better, to the extent that she wasn't twitching and her eyes weren't the size of seeds. Their efforts to calm the former pharaoh seemed to be usless.
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PFM: next one's mine! Oh, and sorry about the whole 'let's stop in the middle of something' thing going on, but, this when each of us stopped and started, not our problem we can't finish scentances...
Marron: sure it's not, Pop...
