Another short chapter, and I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or it's characters. Or Werewolf: the Apocalypses.
Mokuba was in the arcade when he saw Malik pass with the black haired woman. He knew she was no Egyptian. Her skin was almost as pale as Seto's. But Mokuba wasn't stupid. He could see that she was dangerous. She moved like a large predator, and there was something about those eyes.... Those were the eyes of someone who would eat him right up and spit out his bones, like a troll under a bridge in a fairy tale.
'Or maybe,' a part of his mind that sounded like his big brother, 'like Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.'
The black haired girl turned her head to look at Mokuba as she and Malik passed, and her hard, golden brown eyes seemed to see right into his soul. Gozaburo used to have eyes like those... but he hadn't been as scared of Gozaburo as he was of this creature. She wasn't human. Nothing human could look at another being like that.
Mokuba found himself trying to press against the machine he was by, like it could swallow him up and protect him from the girlmonster. She stopped moving, letting her escort go on ahead a few steps before he noticed he'd lost her, and turned fully to face Mokuba.
She stepped up to the low rail that separated the arcade from the lobby and leaned across, a fanged grin stretching across her face. She reached out a hand as Mokuba tried to back further away, only to find himself trapped by the very machine that had enraptured him just moments before. He could see that hand sprouting claws, swiping his head off his neck....
The girlmosnter pushed some of Mokuba's silky black locks away from his forehead and smiled. "I think we shall be great friends." she murmured, her eyes sparking, before she withdrew her hand and returned to her companion.
When the girlmonster and Malik were on the elevator, Mokuba finally allowed his knees to give out, and he sat down hard on the floor.
Mokuba was in the arcade when he saw Malik pass with the black haired woman. He knew she was no Egyptian. Her skin was almost as pale as Seto's. But Mokuba wasn't stupid. He could see that she was dangerous. She moved like a large predator, and there was something about those eyes.... Those were the eyes of someone who would eat him right up and spit out his bones, like a troll under a bridge in a fairy tale.
'Or maybe,' a part of his mind that sounded like his big brother, 'like Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.'
The black haired girl turned her head to look at Mokuba as she and Malik passed, and her hard, golden brown eyes seemed to see right into his soul. Gozaburo used to have eyes like those... but he hadn't been as scared of Gozaburo as he was of this creature. She wasn't human. Nothing human could look at another being like that.
Mokuba found himself trying to press against the machine he was by, like it could swallow him up and protect him from the girlmonster. She stopped moving, letting her escort go on ahead a few steps before he noticed he'd lost her, and turned fully to face Mokuba.
She stepped up to the low rail that separated the arcade from the lobby and leaned across, a fanged grin stretching across her face. She reached out a hand as Mokuba tried to back further away, only to find himself trapped by the very machine that had enraptured him just moments before. He could see that hand sprouting claws, swiping his head off his neck....
The girlmosnter pushed some of Mokuba's silky black locks away from his forehead and smiled. "I think we shall be great friends." she murmured, her eyes sparking, before she withdrew her hand and returned to her companion.
When the girlmonster and Malik were on the elevator, Mokuba finally allowed his knees to give out, and he sat down hard on the floor.