J- This is my.... Third drama fic. It all started when we got into the poetry
section of our seventh grade literature book...sad, isn't it? Well, we had to
write a song for the final grade, and I wrote one called "Don't Let Go." I
thought that it would be a good idea for a fan fic, and the way that I see
it, if I don't like this fic or if my readers don't like it, then I can
always take it down. Oh, well. Here's the disclaimer.
Yami J- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Don't own anything else in this fic. Hell, I don't even own this laptop...
J- _ _* It's *my* laptop... Anyway, on with the fic.
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It was dusk. A boy of ten stood in front of a small store. The store was family-owned, and the boy had seen it before. He knew he had. But where?
"Ryou! Ryou, where are you?" yelled another boy who was ten. He had hair that was red, yellow, and black. He was also far behind Ryou. They were playing tag.
Not that Ryou realized that at the moment. He was staring transfixed at the store, a single figure staring at his reflection in a floor-to-ceiling window, as the night began to creep up behind him.
As the night came, so did someone else. Coming up behind Ryou as silent as a shadow is. He grabbed Ryou quickly, so Ryou only had about half a second to react. He took this time wisely, but not wisely enough. The black figure dragged him away.
A half-mile behind Ryou, Yugi Moto heard the cry of surprise and knew something was wrong.
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J- Yes, that's it for the first chapter. I know it was pathetically short, but I just want to see how some people like this story line. I'm already working on the second chapter if someone actually likes this so far *lol*. Anyway, please give me some feedback!
Yami J- Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Don't own anything else in this fic. Hell, I don't even own this laptop...
J- _ _* It's *my* laptop... Anyway, on with the fic.
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It was dusk. A boy of ten stood in front of a small store. The store was family-owned, and the boy had seen it before. He knew he had. But where?
"Ryou! Ryou, where are you?" yelled another boy who was ten. He had hair that was red, yellow, and black. He was also far behind Ryou. They were playing tag.
Not that Ryou realized that at the moment. He was staring transfixed at the store, a single figure staring at his reflection in a floor-to-ceiling window, as the night began to creep up behind him.
As the night came, so did someone else. Coming up behind Ryou as silent as a shadow is. He grabbed Ryou quickly, so Ryou only had about half a second to react. He took this time wisely, but not wisely enough. The black figure dragged him away.
A half-mile behind Ryou, Yugi Moto heard the cry of surprise and knew something was wrong.
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J- Yes, that's it for the first chapter. I know it was pathetically short, but I just want to see how some people like this story line. I'm already working on the second chapter if someone actually likes this so far *lol*. Anyway, please give me some feedback!