"Come on guys, we're late!"
Tea's voice's thundered through the minds between a twenty-feet radius. It was almost, too-exciting for the whole gang to munch on puffed corn, drink carbonated sugar water, sit on second-rate cushion mini-sofas and watching a teen-sensation (AKA shallow) movie that was harshly turned down by the media, not to mention the criticizers. The latest 'Scoring the Hot Chick 3' came out, and to Tea's disgust, the men of the entourage loved to view it.*
* - Except Ryou. He was the odd one out. Not many teenagers of his universe really liked Stanley Kubrick's work..**
** - Asking Bakura whether he liked 'Clockwork Orange' was like asking a mime to stay quiet.
But despite the crappy movie, Tea felt it was great to stick with the gang for good old times. As they entered the facility, an annoying tune to 'The Ketchup Song' was singing in Tea's handbag. The gang immediately turned to face the brunette's face.
"Er... must be my parents. You know how it is." Tea innocently explained.
With that, the gang drooped to face the overflowing ticket line. With that, the group friendly nodded to take her call. Tea quickly ran outside to a narrow alley to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Greetings."
With that, Tea froze. Old memories and reminders hit her, HARD. The brunette, quietly turned her head, and faced a short, shaven boy. With that, she glanced down towards his face.
Something, about him... was familiar. It seemed like centuries since she heard a voice like his.
She looked onto his face with closer inspection, and slowly moved down to his jugular. Within a gasp, the brunette quietly stared at the lump around his chest. It was gold, and it had a strange, but really cool-looking eye.
Memories... hearts and thoughts... they never faded from the likes of her... he thought.
"It's me," Yugi assured.
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"SOME DIE, JUST TO LIVE" - Eddie Vedder
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Well, hope you liked that little piece. It really wasn't intended as a series, rather a longer short story.
Any fanmail, hatemail, and proof why Janet Reno is still considered an attractive woman, send them to loki3seven@hotmail.com
Tea's voice's thundered through the minds between a twenty-feet radius. It was almost, too-exciting for the whole gang to munch on puffed corn, drink carbonated sugar water, sit on second-rate cushion mini-sofas and watching a teen-sensation (AKA shallow) movie that was harshly turned down by the media, not to mention the criticizers. The latest 'Scoring the Hot Chick 3' came out, and to Tea's disgust, the men of the entourage loved to view it.*
* - Except Ryou. He was the odd one out. Not many teenagers of his universe really liked Stanley Kubrick's work..**
** - Asking Bakura whether he liked 'Clockwork Orange' was like asking a mime to stay quiet.
But despite the crappy movie, Tea felt it was great to stick with the gang for good old times. As they entered the facility, an annoying tune to 'The Ketchup Song' was singing in Tea's handbag. The gang immediately turned to face the brunette's face.
"Er... must be my parents. You know how it is." Tea innocently explained.
With that, the gang drooped to face the overflowing ticket line. With that, the group friendly nodded to take her call. Tea quickly ran outside to a narrow alley to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Greetings."
With that, Tea froze. Old memories and reminders hit her, HARD. The brunette, quietly turned her head, and faced a short, shaven boy. With that, she glanced down towards his face.
Something, about him... was familiar. It seemed like centuries since she heard a voice like his.
She looked onto his face with closer inspection, and slowly moved down to his jugular. Within a gasp, the brunette quietly stared at the lump around his chest. It was gold, and it had a strange, but really cool-looking eye.
Memories... hearts and thoughts... they never faded from the likes of her... he thought.
"It's me," Yugi assured.
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"SOME DIE, JUST TO LIVE" - Eddie Vedder
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, hope you liked that little piece. It really wasn't intended as a series, rather a longer short story.
Any fanmail, hatemail, and proof why Janet Reno is still considered an attractive woman, send them to loki3seven@hotmail.com