Chapter 2.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The name Joren is from Tamora Pierce's Protector
of the Small series, which I do not own. I don't own Hanasaki, either (from
da YGO manga). Also, a friendly reminder that this is not yaoi or yuri. And
my poetry stinks.
H: Blah, I'm boooooooooooooooooooored.
HH: -- I know what you mean.
Wayne: U^^ Maybe if you started writing, you wouldn't be bored.
H: *leaps up and slams hand into fist* Hey, I just had a great idea! Maybe
if I start writing, I won't be bored! Yeah! *starts typing furiously*
Wayne: Did you hear a word I said?
Eek: Don't bother her. She's in another world.
W&E: U.
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I yawned and rolled over, slamming my fist on my alarm clock to get it to shut up. Blinking sleepily, I stumbled over to my closet and picked out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. By the time I was dressed I was a little more awake, and remembered yesterday's events. I hesitated, then grabbed my li'l "heirloom" and strung it around my neck.
Feeling slightly foolish, I walked down the hall to the kitchen, noticing that it was six-thirty and the sun wasn't up yet. I flicked on the switch and poured myself a bowl of granola, adding milk and crunching away, pondering Grampa Yugi's letter and the Millennium Puzzle. No one in the family knew why it was so precious to him, but we respected it greatly. It seemed to emanate an aura of power and importance.
At seven-thirty I left the house, trudging down the sidewalk with my bajillion-pound backpack tossed over one shoulder, lost in thought. I was, rather rudely, brought back to the real world by one person laughing and poking me.
"Hiya, Shaina!" my younger cousin, Inigo, greeted me. Technically, he's not my cousin, because he is the grandson of Grampa Yugi's best friend Joseph, but our two families are so close we consider ourselves related. Inigo's family lives four blocks from Mom and me. He's thirteen (one year younger than me). "What's with the weird pyramid?"
"Morning, Inigo. It's a gift from Grampa Yugi, so don't joke about it." I gave him a noogie, thus severely messing up his already sticking-up blonde hair, and turned to the quiet, white-haired girl next to him. "Hey Raven, what's up?"
Raven Bakura smiled in her shy way. "Nothing much," she said in her British accent, and the smile disappeared. "I heard about your grandfather." She laid a hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
I smiled back sadly, but, to my surprise, no tears came along with my sadness. "No," I replied, and put my hand on hers. "You're a good friend, though, and I'm thankful for that."
Inigo broke the friendly moment by shouting, "Yo! We need to get to school! Remember, mine starts earlier than yours!"
I giggled and shoved him. "Haha, you loser, you're still in middle school!" He stuck out his tongue at me, causing me to pinch it.
"Oww," he whined as we started walking again. "Watcha do that for?"
I tickled him on the back of his neck. "Coz you shouldn't stick your tongue out unless you're planning to use it." He made a face at me, trying not to laugh as I tickled harder. "Careful," I teased. "Your face might get stuck like that."
Raven snickered and joined in, tickling the brown-eyed boy's ribs. "It's already ugly, you don't have to make it worse!"
The blonde broke free from us. "Tormenting turds!" he pouted, avoiding our tickle attacks. As we passed his school, he walked up the front steps, yelling, "Evil entrepreneurs! Stupid succubuses!" I threw a rock at him and missed.
Raven and I chatted as we walked the seven blocks to Domino High. I noticed that she tried not to bring up the topic of relatives, and I was thankful for that; I was still grieving for Yugi.
Our conversation quickly ended, however, when a tall figure stepped in front of us, blocking our path. "Hey, squirt," it addressed me. "What's that around yer neck?"
"Get out of my way, Joren," I grumbled, recognizing the school bully. He tormented me often because of my diminutive height, and everyone in the school was too afraid to report him. "My grampa gave it to me when he passed away, and I would hope you have enough honor to leave me alone for now to mourn."
The thug looked taken aback for a moment, but then he laughed cruelly, a sneer making his squashed features even uglier. "Honor? What a wimp you are. Gimme that."
He reached out to pluck the Puzzle away, but was abruptly stopped by Raven socking him in the jaw. He reeled backwards, clutching his mouth. He spat out a tooth and glared at us. "You asshole," Raven growled fiercely. "Get away. I don't want to see your face again for at least a week."
"Raven, you shouldn't have done that," I murmured as Joren ran off. "You know how he is. He'll go after our friends next, when you're not around to protect them."
"I know," she replied glumly, "but I just couldn't let him get away with that!"
I gave her the "By the way" look. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
She blushed and shrugged. "Oh, well, you know how my grandfather, Ryou, was always getting bullied? When he had children, he promised that he would make sure they knew how to defend themselves. My mom carried on the tradition. I've trained a lot."
I was amazed. "I never knew that."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she said mysteriously, but before I could question, we were at school and had to go our separate ways.
The morning was more interesting than usual, but not enough to pull me out of "school stupor". I kept getting comments (mostly rude) and questions about the Millennium Puzzle, and more than one person thought I was insane, but other than that it was a normal day.
After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally time for break. I yawned and turned down a hallway to take a shortcut to the cafeteria. All of a sudden, I could hear faint voices. I peered down the empty corridor but couldn't see anyone, so I cautiously made my way forward. As I neared a bend, the voices solidified into Joren's and another boy I knew, Tomoyo Hanasaki III. Hanasaki was short like me, and we shared the severe bully problem. I peeked around the corner to see what was going on.
"Little twerp," Joren rumbled. "You're gonna get it." I stifled a gasp as the hulking boy's fist slammed into poor Hanasaki's stomach.
I felt as though I was the one who had taken the blow. My stomach rolled and churned with hate for Joren, sympathy for Hanasaki, and disgust at myself for not doing anything. After a moment of these mixed feelings, I stepped out from my hiding place and confronted our tormenter.
"Leave him alone, Joren," I commanded, trying to feel brave but quailing inside.
He gave me his signature cruel sneer. "Oh yeah? Watcha gonna do if I don't, midget?"
As anger and fear overwhelmed me, I felt that tingling sensation again. My eyes grew cloudy.I couldn't see.blackness weighed down.falling.falling.I'm.sorry, Hanasaki.but.I'mm.falliiinnnggg..
Normal POV
A strange expression crossed over Shaina's face for a split second, but then it was gone, replaced by one of determination and strength. The small girl's figure suddenly became more imposing, more powerful, and energy seemed to flow from her. Her voice no longer quivered, but instead was strong and angry. "You will regret that you ever crossed paths with me, Joren." The black-and-blonde girl spoke calmly, but there was an undercurrent of warning in her words.
Joren was apparently too thick to notice this change in his foe or he simply didn't care, and sneered back, "Run away, little squirrel, before I come after you too. Regret crossing paths with you?! Hah! As if."
Shaina's smiled, her eyes flashing dangerously. "If that is what you wish," she said softly. "I have not been in a young body for a long time, and it increases my power much. I gave you your chance to apologize and walk away unscathed, but you chose not to." Her voice abruptly rose in volume. "I challenge you to a Shadow Game, Joren the Oppressor. If I win, you must leave all the students in this school and me alone. If you win.I will give you myself for a day."
"What are you babbling about?" the huge boy said contemptuously. "Never mind that. I'll play your little game. So, how does it start?"
The spirit Yami relished in the feel of having a youthful body again, even if it was a girl's. He knew it was a risk, especially because this was a female he was in, but he had been summoned by the strong feelings, and it was his duty to protect the innocent. He saw Hanasaki creep away from the pair and run down the halls, and Yami was glad he would not witness this.
"Well?" the other boy interrupted his thoughts. "How does it start?"
Yami searched his mind. There wasn't anything to work with for a trap here; he would have to make do with physical trickery. "We'll have a fight. But not the regular kind," he added, seeing Joren's delighted face. "You can only use your hands and arms. No kicking, tripping, head butting, or the sort."
Joren cracked his knuckles, grinning. "You're gonna be pounded into road kill, little squirrel."
"On my signal," Yami Shaina said, ignoring the insult. "Ready.steady.GO!!!" They circled each other, Yami feeling lighter than usual in this body and hoping Shaina had SOME muscles.
The larger boy made the first move, launching a powerhouse punch straight at the girl's face. Yami ducked and streaked behind Joren, pinching his ear and his neck - hard. Joren howled and spun around, but again Yami rushed behind him, pinching relentlessly.
After a few rounds of this, Joren began to catch on, and managed to get a glancing blow on Yami Shaina's shoulder. This caused the smaller teen to slow, and Yami decided it was time to end this.
He ducked under Joren's swinging arms and touched a small patch of skin between his ear and neck. Immediately, Joren stiffened, unimaginable pain coursing through his body. His face scrunched up in agony, jaw and fists clenched tight.
"I'm holding a special nerve point," the short girl/boy told him quietly. "I can let you go, or I can keep you here in pain for as long as I want. I think we'll both agree that I have won this game. Do you surrender?" Joren nodded his head slightly. Yami Shaina released the nerve and the bigger boy seemed about to collapse, then shot one horrified look at Shaina before scampering as fast as he could down the hall and out of sight.
Yami sighed mentally and thought about the conversation he and Yugi had had a few months earlier.
*flashback*
"My life is coming to an end," Yugi said sadly. "We need to think of someone to inherit the Puzzle."
Yami had felt a pang of grief stab through him. Lose his best friend, Yugi? The thought was almost unbearable. Struggling not to break, he said in a strangled voice, "What about that one grandchild of yours? Shaina?"
Yugi looked thoughtful. "Yes, I think Shaina will be a good choice. She has a strong soul. She will help you."
Yami and Yugi had thought that after the Pharaoh's missions were completed, he would be able to go to the Hall of Ma'at and pass into the afterlife, but something had stopped him. Yami knew that, before he could rest, he must solve the riddle the gods had sent to him. He had found it one day inscribed in hieroglyphs on one wall of his soul room:
Pharaoh, you have done your task, Your rest is near at hand. And yet, there is one test that you must pass, To reach the Unefer Land.
There are but three eternity's: One, the gods' might. Two, the unstoppable march of time. Three, heart's golden sight.
This last one is the one you seek, You'll find it everywhere. Each soul contains it, hidden deep, For the One to share.
So seek, good Pharaoh, you'll know the One Who'll steal your soul from you. We send our power one last time, To grant your wish for you.
"But I haven't made any wishes!" Yami had told Yugi, puzzled (A/N: Hee hee, puzzled. Okay, bad pun, sowwy!). Yugi had simply shrugged his shoulders.
*end flashback*
How was this, this girl going to help him? He thought trouble would be coming, because of the "steal your soul" line, but the rest of the riddle seemed happy. Golden sight? Something all souls have? It was just too difficult.
A bell rang, startling the ancient spirit out of his thoughts. He relinquished control back to Shaina and retreated to his soul room.
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H: And that's it for this chappie! *mock-happiness* Yay. I got one more review. Woopee. HH: *rolls eyes* I like this fic. H: *rolls eyes back* That's coz you helped write it, dummy. HH: Oh yeah. Eek: Hey, isn't Yami a bit sexist at the end of this chapter? He acts like girls can't do anything by themselves! *rolls eyes* H: Remember, Eek, he knew Tea, and she probably influenced those opinions. *rolls eyes* Eek: Oooohhhh, I get it now. *rolls eyes* Wayne: *rolls eyes* Sorry, I had to get in on the rolling-eye action. Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FRIGGIN' REVIEW PEOPLES!!! WE'RE DYIN' HERE WE NEED SOME DAMN REVIEWS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE----- H: ALRIGHT!!! They get the point! *holding a long pointy spear* Er.heh heh heh. point.. *hides spear behind back* *to readers* At least, I hope you do. HH: In case you don't understand, a translation: Please Read and Review. We would greatly appreciate it if you would. Thank you. All: Ja'ne! *wave*
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I yawned and rolled over, slamming my fist on my alarm clock to get it to shut up. Blinking sleepily, I stumbled over to my closet and picked out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. By the time I was dressed I was a little more awake, and remembered yesterday's events. I hesitated, then grabbed my li'l "heirloom" and strung it around my neck.
Feeling slightly foolish, I walked down the hall to the kitchen, noticing that it was six-thirty and the sun wasn't up yet. I flicked on the switch and poured myself a bowl of granola, adding milk and crunching away, pondering Grampa Yugi's letter and the Millennium Puzzle. No one in the family knew why it was so precious to him, but we respected it greatly. It seemed to emanate an aura of power and importance.
At seven-thirty I left the house, trudging down the sidewalk with my bajillion-pound backpack tossed over one shoulder, lost in thought. I was, rather rudely, brought back to the real world by one person laughing and poking me.
"Hiya, Shaina!" my younger cousin, Inigo, greeted me. Technically, he's not my cousin, because he is the grandson of Grampa Yugi's best friend Joseph, but our two families are so close we consider ourselves related. Inigo's family lives four blocks from Mom and me. He's thirteen (one year younger than me). "What's with the weird pyramid?"
"Morning, Inigo. It's a gift from Grampa Yugi, so don't joke about it." I gave him a noogie, thus severely messing up his already sticking-up blonde hair, and turned to the quiet, white-haired girl next to him. "Hey Raven, what's up?"
Raven Bakura smiled in her shy way. "Nothing much," she said in her British accent, and the smile disappeared. "I heard about your grandfather." She laid a hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
I smiled back sadly, but, to my surprise, no tears came along with my sadness. "No," I replied, and put my hand on hers. "You're a good friend, though, and I'm thankful for that."
Inigo broke the friendly moment by shouting, "Yo! We need to get to school! Remember, mine starts earlier than yours!"
I giggled and shoved him. "Haha, you loser, you're still in middle school!" He stuck out his tongue at me, causing me to pinch it.
"Oww," he whined as we started walking again. "Watcha do that for?"
I tickled him on the back of his neck. "Coz you shouldn't stick your tongue out unless you're planning to use it." He made a face at me, trying not to laugh as I tickled harder. "Careful," I teased. "Your face might get stuck like that."
Raven snickered and joined in, tickling the brown-eyed boy's ribs. "It's already ugly, you don't have to make it worse!"
The blonde broke free from us. "Tormenting turds!" he pouted, avoiding our tickle attacks. As we passed his school, he walked up the front steps, yelling, "Evil entrepreneurs! Stupid succubuses!" I threw a rock at him and missed.
Raven and I chatted as we walked the seven blocks to Domino High. I noticed that she tried not to bring up the topic of relatives, and I was thankful for that; I was still grieving for Yugi.
Our conversation quickly ended, however, when a tall figure stepped in front of us, blocking our path. "Hey, squirt," it addressed me. "What's that around yer neck?"
"Get out of my way, Joren," I grumbled, recognizing the school bully. He tormented me often because of my diminutive height, and everyone in the school was too afraid to report him. "My grampa gave it to me when he passed away, and I would hope you have enough honor to leave me alone for now to mourn."
The thug looked taken aback for a moment, but then he laughed cruelly, a sneer making his squashed features even uglier. "Honor? What a wimp you are. Gimme that."
He reached out to pluck the Puzzle away, but was abruptly stopped by Raven socking him in the jaw. He reeled backwards, clutching his mouth. He spat out a tooth and glared at us. "You asshole," Raven growled fiercely. "Get away. I don't want to see your face again for at least a week."
"Raven, you shouldn't have done that," I murmured as Joren ran off. "You know how he is. He'll go after our friends next, when you're not around to protect them."
"I know," she replied glumly, "but I just couldn't let him get away with that!"
I gave her the "By the way" look. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
She blushed and shrugged. "Oh, well, you know how my grandfather, Ryou, was always getting bullied? When he had children, he promised that he would make sure they knew how to defend themselves. My mom carried on the tradition. I've trained a lot."
I was amazed. "I never knew that."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she said mysteriously, but before I could question, we were at school and had to go our separate ways.
The morning was more interesting than usual, but not enough to pull me out of "school stupor". I kept getting comments (mostly rude) and questions about the Millennium Puzzle, and more than one person thought I was insane, but other than that it was a normal day.
After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally time for break. I yawned and turned down a hallway to take a shortcut to the cafeteria. All of a sudden, I could hear faint voices. I peered down the empty corridor but couldn't see anyone, so I cautiously made my way forward. As I neared a bend, the voices solidified into Joren's and another boy I knew, Tomoyo Hanasaki III. Hanasaki was short like me, and we shared the severe bully problem. I peeked around the corner to see what was going on.
"Little twerp," Joren rumbled. "You're gonna get it." I stifled a gasp as the hulking boy's fist slammed into poor Hanasaki's stomach.
I felt as though I was the one who had taken the blow. My stomach rolled and churned with hate for Joren, sympathy for Hanasaki, and disgust at myself for not doing anything. After a moment of these mixed feelings, I stepped out from my hiding place and confronted our tormenter.
"Leave him alone, Joren," I commanded, trying to feel brave but quailing inside.
He gave me his signature cruel sneer. "Oh yeah? Watcha gonna do if I don't, midget?"
As anger and fear overwhelmed me, I felt that tingling sensation again. My eyes grew cloudy.I couldn't see.blackness weighed down.falling.falling.I'm.sorry, Hanasaki.but.I'mm.falliiinnnggg..
Normal POV
A strange expression crossed over Shaina's face for a split second, but then it was gone, replaced by one of determination and strength. The small girl's figure suddenly became more imposing, more powerful, and energy seemed to flow from her. Her voice no longer quivered, but instead was strong and angry. "You will regret that you ever crossed paths with me, Joren." The black-and-blonde girl spoke calmly, but there was an undercurrent of warning in her words.
Joren was apparently too thick to notice this change in his foe or he simply didn't care, and sneered back, "Run away, little squirrel, before I come after you too. Regret crossing paths with you?! Hah! As if."
Shaina's smiled, her eyes flashing dangerously. "If that is what you wish," she said softly. "I have not been in a young body for a long time, and it increases my power much. I gave you your chance to apologize and walk away unscathed, but you chose not to." Her voice abruptly rose in volume. "I challenge you to a Shadow Game, Joren the Oppressor. If I win, you must leave all the students in this school and me alone. If you win.I will give you myself for a day."
"What are you babbling about?" the huge boy said contemptuously. "Never mind that. I'll play your little game. So, how does it start?"
The spirit Yami relished in the feel of having a youthful body again, even if it was a girl's. He knew it was a risk, especially because this was a female he was in, but he had been summoned by the strong feelings, and it was his duty to protect the innocent. He saw Hanasaki creep away from the pair and run down the halls, and Yami was glad he would not witness this.
"Well?" the other boy interrupted his thoughts. "How does it start?"
Yami searched his mind. There wasn't anything to work with for a trap here; he would have to make do with physical trickery. "We'll have a fight. But not the regular kind," he added, seeing Joren's delighted face. "You can only use your hands and arms. No kicking, tripping, head butting, or the sort."
Joren cracked his knuckles, grinning. "You're gonna be pounded into road kill, little squirrel."
"On my signal," Yami Shaina said, ignoring the insult. "Ready.steady.GO!!!" They circled each other, Yami feeling lighter than usual in this body and hoping Shaina had SOME muscles.
The larger boy made the first move, launching a powerhouse punch straight at the girl's face. Yami ducked and streaked behind Joren, pinching his ear and his neck - hard. Joren howled and spun around, but again Yami rushed behind him, pinching relentlessly.
After a few rounds of this, Joren began to catch on, and managed to get a glancing blow on Yami Shaina's shoulder. This caused the smaller teen to slow, and Yami decided it was time to end this.
He ducked under Joren's swinging arms and touched a small patch of skin between his ear and neck. Immediately, Joren stiffened, unimaginable pain coursing through his body. His face scrunched up in agony, jaw and fists clenched tight.
"I'm holding a special nerve point," the short girl/boy told him quietly. "I can let you go, or I can keep you here in pain for as long as I want. I think we'll both agree that I have won this game. Do you surrender?" Joren nodded his head slightly. Yami Shaina released the nerve and the bigger boy seemed about to collapse, then shot one horrified look at Shaina before scampering as fast as he could down the hall and out of sight.
Yami sighed mentally and thought about the conversation he and Yugi had had a few months earlier.
*flashback*
"My life is coming to an end," Yugi said sadly. "We need to think of someone to inherit the Puzzle."
Yami had felt a pang of grief stab through him. Lose his best friend, Yugi? The thought was almost unbearable. Struggling not to break, he said in a strangled voice, "What about that one grandchild of yours? Shaina?"
Yugi looked thoughtful. "Yes, I think Shaina will be a good choice. She has a strong soul. She will help you."
Yami and Yugi had thought that after the Pharaoh's missions were completed, he would be able to go to the Hall of Ma'at and pass into the afterlife, but something had stopped him. Yami knew that, before he could rest, he must solve the riddle the gods had sent to him. He had found it one day inscribed in hieroglyphs on one wall of his soul room:
Pharaoh, you have done your task, Your rest is near at hand. And yet, there is one test that you must pass, To reach the Unefer Land.
There are but three eternity's: One, the gods' might. Two, the unstoppable march of time. Three, heart's golden sight.
This last one is the one you seek, You'll find it everywhere. Each soul contains it, hidden deep, For the One to share.
So seek, good Pharaoh, you'll know the One Who'll steal your soul from you. We send our power one last time, To grant your wish for you.
"But I haven't made any wishes!" Yami had told Yugi, puzzled (A/N: Hee hee, puzzled. Okay, bad pun, sowwy!). Yugi had simply shrugged his shoulders.
*end flashback*
How was this, this girl going to help him? He thought trouble would be coming, because of the "steal your soul" line, but the rest of the riddle seemed happy. Golden sight? Something all souls have? It was just too difficult.
A bell rang, startling the ancient spirit out of his thoughts. He relinquished control back to Shaina and retreated to his soul room.
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H: And that's it for this chappie! *mock-happiness* Yay. I got one more review. Woopee. HH: *rolls eyes* I like this fic. H: *rolls eyes back* That's coz you helped write it, dummy. HH: Oh yeah. Eek: Hey, isn't Yami a bit sexist at the end of this chapter? He acts like girls can't do anything by themselves! *rolls eyes* H: Remember, Eek, he knew Tea, and she probably influenced those opinions. *rolls eyes* Eek: Oooohhhh, I get it now. *rolls eyes* Wayne: *rolls eyes* Sorry, I had to get in on the rolling-eye action. Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FRIGGIN' REVIEW PEOPLES!!! WE'RE DYIN' HERE WE NEED SOME DAMN REVIEWS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE----- H: ALRIGHT!!! They get the point! *holding a long pointy spear* Er.heh heh heh. point.. *hides spear behind back* *to readers* At least, I hope you do. HH: In case you don't understand, a translation: Please Read and Review. We would greatly appreciate it if you would. Thank you. All: Ja'ne! *wave*
