My One Promise: Chapter 5
Allo everyone! It's been a while since my last update, ne? Aheh, I apologise. Anyway, I want to thank everyone who has been kind enough to review. Your kind words mean so much to me! Thanks again!
A friend of mine asked me how this story ends (which won't be for a while, don't worry). And I'm gonna let out a bit of a fair warning, the end is going to be sad, just like all my other stories (^_^;). Not much more to say . . . so on with the story!
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The day seemed to drag on longer than ever before. Sitting in class on a hot and sticky day wasn't the least bit fun. Especially considering the fact that their friend's health condition was far from normal. Each one of them was worried. So naturally they had decided to stop by Yugi's house immediately after school to check up on him.
"This day just isn't gonna end, is it?" Joey thought to himself as he stared blankly at the slow-ticking clock on the wall. He never liked schooling much to begin with, but this was just ridiculous! There were only ten minutes left, but it was beginning to feel like an eternity.
"Hey, Joey!" Tristan whispered, lightly throwing a piece of an eraser at his dazed friend. Joey blinked a couple of times, but finally turned his attention to Tristan.
"Eh?" he asked, making sure the teacher was lost in her own little world of mathematics. "What's up, Tris'?"
"This day just isn't gonna end!" he murmured, obvious frustration echoing in his voice. He dropped his head into his crossed and folded arms, letting out a long and excruciating sigh. He closed his eyes slightly, still lightly gazing in the direction of his dirty blonde-haired companion.
Joey smiled slightly. That was exactly what he was thinking just moments before. He leaned back in his wooden chair, letting his back slacken. But he found that the smile on his face soon faded as a quick mental picture of Yugi lying helplessly in bed flashed in his mind. This caused him to grit his teeth meagrely and gaze up at the clock on the wall again. Just three more minutes . . .
He looked back at Tristan, who almost seemed to be sleeping. He raised a brow curiously at his friend, then shook his head, lightly ruffling his golden hair. His brown eyes then made their way to the scenery outside. Today, just like the previous three days, was absolutely perfect. Beaming sunshine, small fluffy white clouds brushing the bright blue sky and the mercury in the thermometer had elevated to a whopping 39 degrees Celsius ((a/n - that's about 102 degrees Fahrenheit ^-^)). Joey suddenly felt a warm, yet chilling breeze blow gently across his face, which made him kind of 'snap out of it'.
BBBRRRIINNNGGG!!
Finally, after what seemed like infinity, the school bell ultimately echoed throughout Domino High . . .signalling to the students it was time to leave. Téa, Joey, Tristan, and Bakura were the first ones to leave. They grabbed their book-bags quickly, then dashed through the classroom doors and down the now-populated hallways.
Their pace slowed abruptly as they all poured outside. Their eyes clouded momentarily, seeing as the sun was so bright it took a moment for them to adjust to the sudden stream of light. But after the small interlude, they were back on track and heading in the direction of their sick friend's house.
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"Oh, man!" came Tristan's voice from up ahead as they neared Yugi's place. The others looked up in anticipation that Tristan's news wasn't that bad. But before the taller teen could continue his foreboding speech, the others had already seen for themselves.
"Oh my God, no!" Téa cried, lifting her hands to cover her now-opened mouth. "Yugi!" Joey let out a small huff and Bakura merely stood there, not knowing what to say.
An ambulance was parked in front of the Kame Game Store, and the little blue/red lights at the top were flashing persistently. The group just stood there, not knowing whether they should go and find out what was wrong, or just continue standing there in hopes that Yugi's grandfather or someone would see them. But after standing dumbfounded on the road for about a minute or two, Joey, Yugi's best friend, couldn't take it anymore. He let out a growl (of anger), and began running at full speed towards his friend's house. Whatever was happening there, he should, could, and would know what was wrong. The others followed Joey's example, and also began rushing towards the little Game shop.
"Yugi? Gramps? Hey, somebody answer me!" Joey yelled as he burst into the place, almost knocking down the door (again). He poked his head around the corner, where a horrible sight was awaiting him. A small, yet demeaning looking stretcher was being lifted down the stairs by a pair of paramedics. They both held solemn looks on their face as they turned their attention to Joey, who was desperately trying to regain his breath. Bakura, Tristan, and Téa soon joined their companion as they looked on helplessly as Yugi, more ashen then a ghost, was being wheeled away on the stretcher. Mr. Mutou walked depressingly down the staircase moments after.
"Mr. Mutou . . ." Tristan started, but then stopped. He didn't have the heart to even begin asking what had happened. It was quite evident that Yugi's health condition had taken a turn for the worst. Téa, who couldn't help it anymore, buried her face in her hands and began crying. Through all the years she had known the five-foot teen, his sicknesses had never even come close to being this critical.
"It's okay, Téa, everything's going to be all right . . ." Tristan stated gravely, trying his best to cheer up their female friend. He himself knew that things didn't look too good, but he had to try and keep his spirits up. Being upset definitely wasn't going to get Yugi feeling any better. And besides, this is what Yugi himself would have wanted. Through all the bad times, even when things looked to be impossible, the puzzle-bearer never gave up hope. He always tried his best to reassure up his friends; to make them look on the brighter side.
Yugi's grandfather followed the paramedics to the door. Most obviously, he was going to stay with his grandson no matter what. But before he boarded the ambulance, he turned back to where the foursome of teenagers were standing. "I'm going to stay with Yugi until he begins to get better. You're all welcome to come by later on to visit."
Téa lifted her tear-flooded face and nodded in unison with the other three. And on that note, Yugi's grandfather lifted himself into the ambulance . . .and the doors were closed behind him. Soon after, the vehicle began driving away with the sirens screaming and flashing, warning all nearby that a sick person needed immediate medical attention.
"My, I do hope he'll be all right." Bakura said, turning to the others. Téa sniffled a bit, wiping away some of the existing tears. Joey, who remained silent this entire time, looked about ready to cry himself. He had never seen his best friend in such a horrible condition. And before he did say another word, he turned on foot and began walking towards the door. Tristan, who also looked rather torn up about the situation, also began ahead, following closely behind. And before they all knew it, they were all heading in the direction of the bus stop, where they would board the bus and make their way to the hospital.
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A darker looking figure slid out slightly from the side of an alley wall. Marik, wearing his usual smirk, had both watched the ambulance come and go. But at the current moment, his eyes were focused on Baruka, hoping that he would give the signal. His hand grasped the wall in apprehension as Bakura, who was following at a slight distance behind the others, turned in his direction and smirked. He then raised his hand mechanically, giving some kind of 'thumbs up'. This was the signal to Marik that all was going as planned.
"Excellent," the Millennium Rod possessor said to himself. "As little Yugi's soul is being drained, his health is going with it. And soon enough, he won't be around anymore to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine . . ."
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I always seem to end it on that note, don't I? Well, I like it that way. Kind of like a cliff-hanger . . .but then again, not really. Anywho, yeah. Reviews please!! I love reviews, they keep me going. Sorry if it takes a while for me to update again, but I promise you will see another chapter before the 10th of May! ^_^;;. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! Or I might just forget to update! (j/k of course).
Allo everyone! It's been a while since my last update, ne? Aheh, I apologise. Anyway, I want to thank everyone who has been kind enough to review. Your kind words mean so much to me! Thanks again!
A friend of mine asked me how this story ends (which won't be for a while, don't worry). And I'm gonna let out a bit of a fair warning, the end is going to be sad, just like all my other stories (^_^;). Not much more to say . . . so on with the story!
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The day seemed to drag on longer than ever before. Sitting in class on a hot and sticky day wasn't the least bit fun. Especially considering the fact that their friend's health condition was far from normal. Each one of them was worried. So naturally they had decided to stop by Yugi's house immediately after school to check up on him.
"This day just isn't gonna end, is it?" Joey thought to himself as he stared blankly at the slow-ticking clock on the wall. He never liked schooling much to begin with, but this was just ridiculous! There were only ten minutes left, but it was beginning to feel like an eternity.
"Hey, Joey!" Tristan whispered, lightly throwing a piece of an eraser at his dazed friend. Joey blinked a couple of times, but finally turned his attention to Tristan.
"Eh?" he asked, making sure the teacher was lost in her own little world of mathematics. "What's up, Tris'?"
"This day just isn't gonna end!" he murmured, obvious frustration echoing in his voice. He dropped his head into his crossed and folded arms, letting out a long and excruciating sigh. He closed his eyes slightly, still lightly gazing in the direction of his dirty blonde-haired companion.
Joey smiled slightly. That was exactly what he was thinking just moments before. He leaned back in his wooden chair, letting his back slacken. But he found that the smile on his face soon faded as a quick mental picture of Yugi lying helplessly in bed flashed in his mind. This caused him to grit his teeth meagrely and gaze up at the clock on the wall again. Just three more minutes . . .
He looked back at Tristan, who almost seemed to be sleeping. He raised a brow curiously at his friend, then shook his head, lightly ruffling his golden hair. His brown eyes then made their way to the scenery outside. Today, just like the previous three days, was absolutely perfect. Beaming sunshine, small fluffy white clouds brushing the bright blue sky and the mercury in the thermometer had elevated to a whopping 39 degrees Celsius ((a/n - that's about 102 degrees Fahrenheit ^-^)). Joey suddenly felt a warm, yet chilling breeze blow gently across his face, which made him kind of 'snap out of it'.
BBBRRRIINNNGGG!!
Finally, after what seemed like infinity, the school bell ultimately echoed throughout Domino High . . .signalling to the students it was time to leave. Téa, Joey, Tristan, and Bakura were the first ones to leave. They grabbed their book-bags quickly, then dashed through the classroom doors and down the now-populated hallways.
Their pace slowed abruptly as they all poured outside. Their eyes clouded momentarily, seeing as the sun was so bright it took a moment for them to adjust to the sudden stream of light. But after the small interlude, they were back on track and heading in the direction of their sick friend's house.
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"Oh, man!" came Tristan's voice from up ahead as they neared Yugi's place. The others looked up in anticipation that Tristan's news wasn't that bad. But before the taller teen could continue his foreboding speech, the others had already seen for themselves.
"Oh my God, no!" Téa cried, lifting her hands to cover her now-opened mouth. "Yugi!" Joey let out a small huff and Bakura merely stood there, not knowing what to say.
An ambulance was parked in front of the Kame Game Store, and the little blue/red lights at the top were flashing persistently. The group just stood there, not knowing whether they should go and find out what was wrong, or just continue standing there in hopes that Yugi's grandfather or someone would see them. But after standing dumbfounded on the road for about a minute or two, Joey, Yugi's best friend, couldn't take it anymore. He let out a growl (of anger), and began running at full speed towards his friend's house. Whatever was happening there, he should, could, and would know what was wrong. The others followed Joey's example, and also began rushing towards the little Game shop.
"Yugi? Gramps? Hey, somebody answer me!" Joey yelled as he burst into the place, almost knocking down the door (again). He poked his head around the corner, where a horrible sight was awaiting him. A small, yet demeaning looking stretcher was being lifted down the stairs by a pair of paramedics. They both held solemn looks on their face as they turned their attention to Joey, who was desperately trying to regain his breath. Bakura, Tristan, and Téa soon joined their companion as they looked on helplessly as Yugi, more ashen then a ghost, was being wheeled away on the stretcher. Mr. Mutou walked depressingly down the staircase moments after.
"Mr. Mutou . . ." Tristan started, but then stopped. He didn't have the heart to even begin asking what had happened. It was quite evident that Yugi's health condition had taken a turn for the worst. Téa, who couldn't help it anymore, buried her face in her hands and began crying. Through all the years she had known the five-foot teen, his sicknesses had never even come close to being this critical.
"It's okay, Téa, everything's going to be all right . . ." Tristan stated gravely, trying his best to cheer up their female friend. He himself knew that things didn't look too good, but he had to try and keep his spirits up. Being upset definitely wasn't going to get Yugi feeling any better. And besides, this is what Yugi himself would have wanted. Through all the bad times, even when things looked to be impossible, the puzzle-bearer never gave up hope. He always tried his best to reassure up his friends; to make them look on the brighter side.
Yugi's grandfather followed the paramedics to the door. Most obviously, he was going to stay with his grandson no matter what. But before he boarded the ambulance, he turned back to where the foursome of teenagers were standing. "I'm going to stay with Yugi until he begins to get better. You're all welcome to come by later on to visit."
Téa lifted her tear-flooded face and nodded in unison with the other three. And on that note, Yugi's grandfather lifted himself into the ambulance . . .and the doors were closed behind him. Soon after, the vehicle began driving away with the sirens screaming and flashing, warning all nearby that a sick person needed immediate medical attention.
"My, I do hope he'll be all right." Bakura said, turning to the others. Téa sniffled a bit, wiping away some of the existing tears. Joey, who remained silent this entire time, looked about ready to cry himself. He had never seen his best friend in such a horrible condition. And before he did say another word, he turned on foot and began walking towards the door. Tristan, who also looked rather torn up about the situation, also began ahead, following closely behind. And before they all knew it, they were all heading in the direction of the bus stop, where they would board the bus and make their way to the hospital.
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A darker looking figure slid out slightly from the side of an alley wall. Marik, wearing his usual smirk, had both watched the ambulance come and go. But at the current moment, his eyes were focused on Baruka, hoping that he would give the signal. His hand grasped the wall in apprehension as Bakura, who was following at a slight distance behind the others, turned in his direction and smirked. He then raised his hand mechanically, giving some kind of 'thumbs up'. This was the signal to Marik that all was going as planned.
"Excellent," the Millennium Rod possessor said to himself. "As little Yugi's soul is being drained, his health is going with it. And soon enough, he won't be around anymore to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine . . ."
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I always seem to end it on that note, don't I? Well, I like it that way. Kind of like a cliff-hanger . . .but then again, not really. Anywho, yeah. Reviews please!! I love reviews, they keep me going. Sorry if it takes a while for me to update again, but I promise you will see another chapter before the 10th of May! ^_^;;. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! Or I might just forget to update! (j/k of course).
