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Ok, well, I know who I wasn't to be in that room, but you'll just have to read to find out. It could be Malik... I probably won't say this chapter who it is, but keep reading. This chapter had only a little to do with the plot, but I had to add it, and you'll see why once you read it. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
That night, I did put a padlock on my door, just to be safe. Now, I felt real uncomfortable around Malik, seeing as I thought he was the one who intruded, and I had stuck that knife through his hand. Speaking of the knife, it was under the bed right now, in case I needed it for another surprise attack. What also puzzled me is why someone wanted me dead. I didn't do anything to him or her, why would someone want to kill me?
I was typing on that new comp I got as a housewarming gift from both Bakura and Malik. I had indeed started taking online classes, and was on the comp learning at lease five hours a day. I loved it, seeing as I now had something to fill my days with, without having to sit around, and do nothing, like I had done at the little house where I used to live. That comp also gave me access to the world, so I could be social, without really being there. The online program that had the classes also had a chat room on it, and I was on it all the time. I had made friends with teens my age, and we talked about everything from schoolwork to life where they lived. I passed it off I was living in the US. I hated lying to people, but I had to make sure I couldn't tell them everything.
My favorite room I had found was called an RP room. There, I could be something I normally wasn't. Everyone there had pretend special gifts, or were of mythical beings, and they fought with each other. Naturally, I couldn't wait to be the person who could move things with their mind. Because of all the real training, I had gone through for about a year now, I could kick everyone's asses. My name was WHW. It stood for White Haired Wonder, but I used the acronym because the white hair was a dead giveaway to who I was, so no one knew what it stood for. Thankfully, no one ever asked. I was the one to beat; I was undefeated. That is, until I met someone named Short_Warrior. Damn, he kicked ass. After he was finished wiping the floor with me, he and I had a private chat conversation. To this day, I can remember each and every word of it, and this is how it went.
SW: Damn, I never thought I would meet someone so hard to beat.
WHW: I never thought I would meet someone who could actually beat me.
SW: So, how old are you?
WHW: uh, 16
SW: Cool, me too. Where you from?
WHW: The US
SW: Really? I'm in Japan right now.
WHW: I used to live there, cool place.
SW: Yeah, nice people here. I have tons of friends.
WHW: I had a real good friend in Japan.
SW: Really, what was his/her name? I might know them.
WHW: His name was Yugi, one of the best friends someone could have.
SW: O.O omg (a/n, for those of you who don't do chat rooms, I'll give translations at the end of the chapter)
WHW: What? You know him?!
SW: You could say that...
WHW: HOW?!
SW: (Yugi
WHW: You're lying to me
SW: No, I ain't lying! Who are you?
WHW: First, I wanna see if you're really him before I tell you
SW: Fine by me.
WHW: I sent Yugi something for his birthday, in an envelope, telling to rip whatever was in it to shreds. What was in it?
SW: omg, Ryou, is that you?
WHW: answer the question.
SW: Ryou, it was your obituary. I did exactly what the note said, and I still have the note!
WHW: omg, you really are Yugi!
SW: Always was, always will be. So, you are Ryou?!
WHW: Always was, always will be.
After that, we spent hours talking, but I won't say all of it here. All the time, my heart was soaring with the clouds, I couldn't believe, after almost two years, Yugi, and I were talking again! Through out discussion, he gave me further evidence that he was Yugi, telling me things only he and I knew, and cracking jokes only him and I understood. After we parted at about five in the morning, I was still in a little shock of happiness. I wasn't too shocked to make sure he understood that to everyone else, I didn't exist. He promised, and we made a time to meet the next day. Until I saw him again, which would be years, we chatted almost every day.
We chatted everyday, for almost twenty years. He even had someone type what was happening at his graduation, his wedding, the day his children were born, and when they were old enough, I chatted with them too. But that's not the point of my tale, so I'll cut out my crap, and finish this ungodly boring chapter. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* So, this chapter was a little meaningless, but I had to add it, you know, kind of sentimental thing. I promise to get back to the storyline next chapter too. Omg = oh my god O.O = Shocked or surprised
Ok, well, I know who I wasn't to be in that room, but you'll just have to read to find out. It could be Malik... I probably won't say this chapter who it is, but keep reading. This chapter had only a little to do with the plot, but I had to add it, and you'll see why once you read it. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
That night, I did put a padlock on my door, just to be safe. Now, I felt real uncomfortable around Malik, seeing as I thought he was the one who intruded, and I had stuck that knife through his hand. Speaking of the knife, it was under the bed right now, in case I needed it for another surprise attack. What also puzzled me is why someone wanted me dead. I didn't do anything to him or her, why would someone want to kill me?
I was typing on that new comp I got as a housewarming gift from both Bakura and Malik. I had indeed started taking online classes, and was on the comp learning at lease five hours a day. I loved it, seeing as I now had something to fill my days with, without having to sit around, and do nothing, like I had done at the little house where I used to live. That comp also gave me access to the world, so I could be social, without really being there. The online program that had the classes also had a chat room on it, and I was on it all the time. I had made friends with teens my age, and we talked about everything from schoolwork to life where they lived. I passed it off I was living in the US. I hated lying to people, but I had to make sure I couldn't tell them everything.
My favorite room I had found was called an RP room. There, I could be something I normally wasn't. Everyone there had pretend special gifts, or were of mythical beings, and they fought with each other. Naturally, I couldn't wait to be the person who could move things with their mind. Because of all the real training, I had gone through for about a year now, I could kick everyone's asses. My name was WHW. It stood for White Haired Wonder, but I used the acronym because the white hair was a dead giveaway to who I was, so no one knew what it stood for. Thankfully, no one ever asked. I was the one to beat; I was undefeated. That is, until I met someone named Short_Warrior. Damn, he kicked ass. After he was finished wiping the floor with me, he and I had a private chat conversation. To this day, I can remember each and every word of it, and this is how it went.
SW: Damn, I never thought I would meet someone so hard to beat.
WHW: I never thought I would meet someone who could actually beat me.
SW: So, how old are you?
WHW: uh, 16
SW: Cool, me too. Where you from?
WHW: The US
SW: Really? I'm in Japan right now.
WHW: I used to live there, cool place.
SW: Yeah, nice people here. I have tons of friends.
WHW: I had a real good friend in Japan.
SW: Really, what was his/her name? I might know them.
WHW: His name was Yugi, one of the best friends someone could have.
SW: O.O omg (a/n, for those of you who don't do chat rooms, I'll give translations at the end of the chapter)
WHW: What? You know him?!
SW: You could say that...
WHW: HOW?!
SW: (Yugi
WHW: You're lying to me
SW: No, I ain't lying! Who are you?
WHW: First, I wanna see if you're really him before I tell you
SW: Fine by me.
WHW: I sent Yugi something for his birthday, in an envelope, telling to rip whatever was in it to shreds. What was in it?
SW: omg, Ryou, is that you?
WHW: answer the question.
SW: Ryou, it was your obituary. I did exactly what the note said, and I still have the note!
WHW: omg, you really are Yugi!
SW: Always was, always will be. So, you are Ryou?!
WHW: Always was, always will be.
After that, we spent hours talking, but I won't say all of it here. All the time, my heart was soaring with the clouds, I couldn't believe, after almost two years, Yugi, and I were talking again! Through out discussion, he gave me further evidence that he was Yugi, telling me things only he and I knew, and cracking jokes only him and I understood. After we parted at about five in the morning, I was still in a little shock of happiness. I wasn't too shocked to make sure he understood that to everyone else, I didn't exist. He promised, and we made a time to meet the next day. Until I saw him again, which would be years, we chatted almost every day.
We chatted everyday, for almost twenty years. He even had someone type what was happening at his graduation, his wedding, the day his children were born, and when they were old enough, I chatted with them too. But that's not the point of my tale, so I'll cut out my crap, and finish this ungodly boring chapter. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* So, this chapter was a little meaningless, but I had to add it, you know, kind of sentimental thing. I promise to get back to the storyline next chapter too. Omg = oh my god O.O = Shocked or surprised