ME: Hi people.
CHIBI-REI: How was your holiday, Lady Blade?
ME: It was GREAT!!! I was in the sun, and I got bit by a snake, and....
YAMI: WAIT A MINUTE! YOU got BITTEN by a SNAKE?
ME: Uh.....yeah. Why?
*The Muses sweatdrop*
TALA: O...K... Shouldn't you be dead.
ME: Uh......I don't know. *confused face*
YAMI: I'm not going to comment.
*other muses nod their heads in agreemant*
KAI: Hey, where's Ren and Kaiba?
ME: They're both angry with me.
CDD: Why?
ME: Well..........You read the last chapter. I kinda made Ren pregnant. And now Ren and Kaiba are really upset with me.
CHIBI-REI: That's cruel. I mean it's just a fic.
KAI: Even I agree with that. If you wanna ask Ren and Kaiba to talk to Lady Blade again, then please review.
ME: O.K. this chapter, you're gonna find out a bit more about Kieran, and what his life was like in the future. O.K. people? Well even if it's not it's allready done so there. *sticks tongue out* Oh well. CDD please do the disclamer.
CDD: Lady Blade WarAngel does not own BeyBlade or Yu-Gi-Oh.
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The Next Generation.
Chapter Thirteen - More About Kieran.
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It had been six months. Ren had just given birth to a baby boy, that they decided to call Nick. Vicky and Kieran were sat, looking after Ren. Who was fast asleep. Nick was in a small cot that Marika had found. Domino was practically rubble now. But most of the people survived. Taking refuge in abandoned buildings and subways. The only ones that fought the Prowlers, were Yugi, Kaiba, Ryou, Marika and the others.
Vicky kept looking at Kieran. "I know he's Ryou's son. But am I his mother?" Vicky had been asking herself this question over and over, since she'd met Kieran. He was so much like Ryou, that nobody seemed to be able to tell who his mother could be. It was odd. And it was driving Vicky crazy. "Why don't you just ask him?" A little voice spoke in her head. "I can't ask him that." She thought again to herself.
Keiran was sitting, looking at Vicky. "I wonder if she's my mother. I never got to know her before the Prowlers got to her." Kieran thought. Vicky got up and went to get some water. She saw a pad and a pen. Her thoughts were getting on her nerves. So she started writing.
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Kieran was sat thinking about something. He opened up a book. On the inside was a page of paper. Something was written on it, but the page was old. "My father told me that my mother wrote this for him, when they were young, and I hadn't been born yet." Kieran thought as he scanned the page.
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Vicky stared at the piece of paper in awe. Even She wasn't sure why she'd written the poem. It had flown out through her fingers, and the pen, onto the page. She looked carefully at the words. She smiled. Deciding to give the piece of paper to Ryou. She folded it and put it in his jacket, which he'd left at warehouse. She then wandered back to Kieran and saw that he was looking at a piece of paper. She tried to read what was written on it, but Kieran quickly put it back in the small book that he'd had it in before. He smiled at her.
"What was on that piece of paper, Kieran?" She asked. He smiled sadly. "My dad told me that my mother wrote it, before I was born. She was killed by the Prowlers when I was four. I can't remember her at all." Kieran said sadly. Vicky looked at him sadly. Wondering whether or not she was his mother. She was still thinking about it when she asked. "Can I look at it?" She saw Kieran thinking about it. He handed her the piece of paper. Vicky's eyes widened. She read the words on the page. They were at least twenty years old. The paper was aged and crinkled, the words faded. But she knew the words. The words that she'd written only five minutes ago.
She smiled. "Your mother would've been very proud of you." Vicky said. Kieran nodded. "That's what my father said, before he died. He was killed protecting me. He said that his only consolation about death, was that he'd get to see my mother in heaven again." Kieran looked so sad. As he stood up. "I'm going to get some water." He said. But Vicky could see the tears in his eyes. He didn't want her to see him cry. Maybe it was something he inherited from her. Or maybe he had just become tough, in the other world, where he'd grown up. She sighed, wishing she could be the mother, that she obviously hadn't been in the other world.
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Kieran was standing at the back of the warehouse. He felt the tears silently roll down his cheeks. He didn't want anyone to see him cry. He'd never even let his cousin see him cry. He knew Seth was his cousin in some way, but he didn't know how they were related. The adults were always in too much pain to talk about the people they had lost. It had made Kieran hurt for years when he'd asked about his mother, to his Auntie Rika. And her eyes had glazed over with tears, and she'd say to him how his mother had been such a good person. His mother had loved him very much. But it wasn't a consolation to him. He wanted her NAME, what she LOOKED LIKE. Things that almost all kids, took for granted, when they had a mother. Things that she might've said, or something she'd done. Or maybe even a picture. But when the Prowlers ad killed his mother, they had taken something that his father had never tried to replace. His father NEVER talked about his mother. He NEVER talked to Kieran, and there were NO pictures in the house. As Kieran grew older, he'd felt alone. With his mother dead, and his father trying to blot the fact that he existed, from his memory. Kieran had learned to fend for himself.
He'd always wished that his father had said, even ONE word to him. Even if he'd said something horrible. Blamed him. Said SOMETHING. Then maybe Kieran would've felt more like a person. But growing up, he'd felt like he didn't really exist. It was his Auntie Rika, that had given him his first duel monstors card. Shining Angel. He still had it. He remembered what his Aunt had said to him when she'd given it to him. "Always remember that your mother is watching over you. Like a true Angel." He kept the words engraved in his memory. He remembered his Aunt yelling at his father. The night everything changed. The night his father died.
*****FLASHBACK*****
"Ryou, I know it hurts that she's gone. But don't ignore Kieran. Do you think she'd have wanted it this way. She didn't die so that you could be so bitter, that you'd forget Kieran exists?" He'd peeked through the door in the front room. He saw his Aunt looking furious, and his father just sitting in a chair. He was seven at the time. Nobody even referred to his mother by her name. It hurt them all too deeply. "But it hurts me more. WHY can't they understand?" Kieran thought, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
"What do you want me to do Rika? As you insist on being called now, because it hurts to be called by your full name. Because it's what your cousin called you." His father sounded so bitter. He wished, more then anything, that he could take away the pain. But he couldn't. Because it wasn't HIM, his father wanted. It was his mother. And Kieran couldn't change it. He carried on listening.
"I want you to take notice of Kieran. He's seven year's old for Ra's sake. He doesn't deserve to be ignored. He didn't kill his mother, the Prowlers did." Kieran saw his fathers eyes, grow angry. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY TO THE BOY? YOU'RE MY SON, BUT EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOU IT KILLS ME, BECAUSE I THINK OF YOUR MOTHER?" His father yelled. Kieran's heart nearly broke in two. He wanted his father to love him. He didn't want his father to be sad because of him.
"Is it really all my fault that Father is so sad?" Kieran thought. "There's only one thing I can do. If I want father to be happy. Then I have to do it." Kieran thought, as he slowly, crept upstairs, into his room. He pulled a piece of paper out of a pad he had on his desk. And a pen on the desk. He wrote a letter. He remembered what he'd written precisely.
Dear father.
I never knew that I made you so sad. Until today when I heard you and Aunt Rika arguing. I thought that it was just Mothers death that made you sad. But Now I know that I was the reason. It's better for me to go. Then you can be happy. If I'd known that you were unhappy because of me, then I would've gone away sooner. Because I pray to god, and Ra, and anyone who's listening, that I could know how to make you smile and be happy. That I could help ease your sadness, because Mother is gone. But I know now that it's my fault. So I'll go. Then you can be happy. And smile and laugh again. Be like the man that Aunt Rika said you were before mother died.
I know you probably don't care, but I love you lot's father. Even if you don't care or don't believe it, it's true. I'll never stop wishing that I didn't make you sad. Or that you'll be happy. I'll miss you and Aunt Rika, and everyone, so much. But I'll do whatever I have to to make sure that you're happy again.
goodbye father. Love Kieran.
He finished it. And put a couple of swirls at the bottom. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek. But he wiped it away quickly. "I'll cry later. When I'm gone. If they hear me cry now, it will be too late. Auntie Rika will try to stop me." Kieran thought, as he put some things in a bag. Clothes and a small book. A book that he'd kept since he was young. A book full of poetry, that his mother had loved. That was all he knew. It was what his Aunt Rika had told him when she'd given it to him for his birthday. He then saw his deck on a side table. He picked it up and slipped it into his bag.
He pulled on a jacket, and climbed out of the window. Shimmying down the drainpipe. He ran as soon as he touched the ground. Knowing that if he didn't, he'd never leave. He felt tears sliding down his face. But he didn't wipe them away. He just kept on running. Until he realised, that he had nowhere to go. And that it was getting dark.
Kierans eye's had widened in terror. He knew what the Prowlers did to little kids at night. But he kept on running. "Maybe I deserve it, for making father sad." He thought. When he ran straight into what felt like a wall. He fell backwards, and looked up. He saw a Prowler. His eyes widened. "I should've known better then to run away at night." Kieran thought. As the huge Prowler picked him up by his collar.
"Well, well, well. What do I have here?" The huge man said. He couldn't see the Prowler's eyes, but he could see him licking his lips. Kieran struggled to get out of his grasp. He didn't like the look that the Prowler was giving him. It scared the hell out of him. The Prowler laughed. "Awwwww! Poor baby. Where's your mommy to wipe your nose for you?" The Prowler said, in a mocking voice. "My mother's dead you creep. Prowlers killed her when I was four." Kieran said. He didn't care who knew. Because it wasn't a big secret. The Prowlers killed hundreds of people everyday.
"Well boy, why don't you just do what you're told, and make it easier on yourself?" The Prowler said to him. Kieran trembled in fear. He knew what would most likely hapen to him. What happened to most children that lived on the streets, or came out at night. He knew that the Prowler would kill him. But there was something very wrong. This Prowler kept looking at him in a strange way. One that Kieran didn't like. It made him very ncomfortable. He struggled more. As the Prowler threw him over his shoulder.
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Kieran saw the games shop. "Maybe if I can yell loud enough, then Aunt Rika and Uncle Yugi will hear me." He thought. He prayed. Then he screamed. "UNCLE YUGI!!! AUNTIE RIKA!!!! SETH!! SOMEONE HELLLLLLLPP!!!" He yelled. The Prowler laughed, and pulled Kieran off of his shoulder. Covering his mouth he dragged him past the games shop. Kieran the heard a familliar voice.
"Let go of my son, NOW!" The Prowler spun round. Bringing Kieran with him. Kieran's eyes widened, to see his father. The Prowler laughed. "I thought it was funny, how the kid looked SOOO familliar. Hey Ryou Bakura, I wonder if the kid wil scream as much as your wife did when she was killed." The Prowler said evilly. He saw his father's eyes look like something had set a fire in them. "You had better put my son down, or I'll make sure you die a slow and painful death." Kieran's eyes widened. His father really cared. He saw his father try to step forward. He then felt something cold and metallic pressed against his throat. He saw his Auntie Rika and Uncle Yugi run out of the games shop.
"If you move one more step. I'll kill him. Just like I killed your wife." He heard the Prowler say to his father. "This man killed my mother? He caused all of the pain and sadness? He made my father fell hurt and angry?" Kieran thought, as he struggled. But quickly stopped when he felt whatever it was, being pressed tightly against his throat. "Stop struggling kid." He heard the Prowler snarl at him. He saw his father slowly lay his deck on the ground. "Please don't hurt my son." He heard his father saying. The Prowler laughed. "I won't, if you cooperate." The Prowler said.
Kieran then heard the Prowler yell in pain, and his grip go limp. Kieran took his chance and ran. He ran to his father. He felt his father's arms around him. Nearly crushing him. But he didn't care. He was glad to be safe. He heard his father asking him if he was allright. Kieran looked up into his father's face, to see, that his eyes were clouded with tears. He'd never seen tears in his father's eyes. He smiled. And hugged his father. He didn't want to speak. He felt as if he were grasping at a soap bubble. That might pop, if he wasn't careful. The Prowler had run away. Leaving them all to ponder what had happened.
*****END FLASHBACK*****
Kieran hated to remember, because that very same night, the Prowler had come back, to his home. And killed his father. It hurt him so much. He'd finally found his father. Only to lose him. The words his father said at the end, just couldn't replace the father he'd needed. His father had told him, he was proud of him, had told him that he loved him. And had finally given him the piece of paper. The paper with his mother's poem writen on it. The poem, that he'd kept, safe and secure, in the book of poems that he had carried since he was seven years old.
He heard yelling then. Running into the warehouse, he saw a Prowler. Leaning in to pick up the baby. Ren and Vicky were unconcious. Kieran looked at the Prowler. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the kid." Kieran froze. He knew that voice. His eyes widened. "YOU!" He yelled. The Prowler laughed. "Yeah kid. Me. Guess what? I'm not the only here." He said laughing. Kieran felt something hit him in the back of his head. Everything went black.
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When Kieran woke up, he felt someone cleaning a cut on his forehead. He looked to see Vicky with a handkerchief, cleaning a gash on his forehead. He tried to sit up. "Stay still Kieran." He heard Vicky say. Kieran blinked at her. "Wh-wha-what happened?" Kieran was still a bit bleary and confused. "It's allright Kieran. That Prowler bought us here after he knocked you out. He didn't bring Ren. He took the baby. Although I don't know why." Vicky said. Kieran sat up. Holding the back of his head. "He didn't hurt you did he?" Kieran asked. Vicky shook her head. Kieran sighed with relief. He didn't want another death on his conciensce. "We have to find Nick and get out of here." Kieran said. "No kidding. But how?" Vicky asked. Kieran pulled a lockpick out of the hairband in his hair. Vicky's eyes widened, with shock. She smiled, as he set to work on her chains.
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ME: OMG! What's gonna happen to Vicky and Kieran? What's gonna happen when Seto finds out his son's missing? Are we EVER gonna find out what the poem said? O_O! Too many questions. But only I know the answers. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I know, I'm evil.
CDD: HOW COULD YOU, LADY BLADE!
CHIBI-REI: YEAH!
ME: Oh gosh. Look, I just decided to do a cliffie.
YAMI: Oh yeah. Three weeks without updating, and you do THIS?
ME: What? Look guys, calm down.
*The muses all grab hockey sticks*
ME: O_O! THEY'RE GONNA LYNCH ME! HELLLLLLLLLP! *Whilst running away from the crazy muses* PleaseR&Randtellmewhatyouthink,I'llupdatesoon, Bye. *STILL running for my life as the muses chase me*
CHIBI-REI: How was your holiday, Lady Blade?
ME: It was GREAT!!! I was in the sun, and I got bit by a snake, and....
YAMI: WAIT A MINUTE! YOU got BITTEN by a SNAKE?
ME: Uh.....yeah. Why?
*The Muses sweatdrop*
TALA: O...K... Shouldn't you be dead.
ME: Uh......I don't know. *confused face*
YAMI: I'm not going to comment.
*other muses nod their heads in agreemant*
KAI: Hey, where's Ren and Kaiba?
ME: They're both angry with me.
CDD: Why?
ME: Well..........You read the last chapter. I kinda made Ren pregnant. And now Ren and Kaiba are really upset with me.
CHIBI-REI: That's cruel. I mean it's just a fic.
KAI: Even I agree with that. If you wanna ask Ren and Kaiba to talk to Lady Blade again, then please review.
ME: O.K. this chapter, you're gonna find out a bit more about Kieran, and what his life was like in the future. O.K. people? Well even if it's not it's allready done so there. *sticks tongue out* Oh well. CDD please do the disclamer.
CDD: Lady Blade WarAngel does not own BeyBlade or Yu-Gi-Oh.
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The Next Generation.
Chapter Thirteen - More About Kieran.
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It had been six months. Ren had just given birth to a baby boy, that they decided to call Nick. Vicky and Kieran were sat, looking after Ren. Who was fast asleep. Nick was in a small cot that Marika had found. Domino was practically rubble now. But most of the people survived. Taking refuge in abandoned buildings and subways. The only ones that fought the Prowlers, were Yugi, Kaiba, Ryou, Marika and the others.
Vicky kept looking at Kieran. "I know he's Ryou's son. But am I his mother?" Vicky had been asking herself this question over and over, since she'd met Kieran. He was so much like Ryou, that nobody seemed to be able to tell who his mother could be. It was odd. And it was driving Vicky crazy. "Why don't you just ask him?" A little voice spoke in her head. "I can't ask him that." She thought again to herself.
Keiran was sitting, looking at Vicky. "I wonder if she's my mother. I never got to know her before the Prowlers got to her." Kieran thought. Vicky got up and went to get some water. She saw a pad and a pen. Her thoughts were getting on her nerves. So she started writing.
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Kieran was sat thinking about something. He opened up a book. On the inside was a page of paper. Something was written on it, but the page was old. "My father told me that my mother wrote this for him, when they were young, and I hadn't been born yet." Kieran thought as he scanned the page.
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Vicky stared at the piece of paper in awe. Even She wasn't sure why she'd written the poem. It had flown out through her fingers, and the pen, onto the page. She looked carefully at the words. She smiled. Deciding to give the piece of paper to Ryou. She folded it and put it in his jacket, which he'd left at warehouse. She then wandered back to Kieran and saw that he was looking at a piece of paper. She tried to read what was written on it, but Kieran quickly put it back in the small book that he'd had it in before. He smiled at her.
"What was on that piece of paper, Kieran?" She asked. He smiled sadly. "My dad told me that my mother wrote it, before I was born. She was killed by the Prowlers when I was four. I can't remember her at all." Kieran said sadly. Vicky looked at him sadly. Wondering whether or not she was his mother. She was still thinking about it when she asked. "Can I look at it?" She saw Kieran thinking about it. He handed her the piece of paper. Vicky's eyes widened. She read the words on the page. They were at least twenty years old. The paper was aged and crinkled, the words faded. But she knew the words. The words that she'd written only five minutes ago.
She smiled. "Your mother would've been very proud of you." Vicky said. Kieran nodded. "That's what my father said, before he died. He was killed protecting me. He said that his only consolation about death, was that he'd get to see my mother in heaven again." Kieran looked so sad. As he stood up. "I'm going to get some water." He said. But Vicky could see the tears in his eyes. He didn't want her to see him cry. Maybe it was something he inherited from her. Or maybe he had just become tough, in the other world, where he'd grown up. She sighed, wishing she could be the mother, that she obviously hadn't been in the other world.
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Kieran was standing at the back of the warehouse. He felt the tears silently roll down his cheeks. He didn't want anyone to see him cry. He'd never even let his cousin see him cry. He knew Seth was his cousin in some way, but he didn't know how they were related. The adults were always in too much pain to talk about the people they had lost. It had made Kieran hurt for years when he'd asked about his mother, to his Auntie Rika. And her eyes had glazed over with tears, and she'd say to him how his mother had been such a good person. His mother had loved him very much. But it wasn't a consolation to him. He wanted her NAME, what she LOOKED LIKE. Things that almost all kids, took for granted, when they had a mother. Things that she might've said, or something she'd done. Or maybe even a picture. But when the Prowlers ad killed his mother, they had taken something that his father had never tried to replace. His father NEVER talked about his mother. He NEVER talked to Kieran, and there were NO pictures in the house. As Kieran grew older, he'd felt alone. With his mother dead, and his father trying to blot the fact that he existed, from his memory. Kieran had learned to fend for himself.
He'd always wished that his father had said, even ONE word to him. Even if he'd said something horrible. Blamed him. Said SOMETHING. Then maybe Kieran would've felt more like a person. But growing up, he'd felt like he didn't really exist. It was his Auntie Rika, that had given him his first duel monstors card. Shining Angel. He still had it. He remembered what his Aunt had said to him when she'd given it to him. "Always remember that your mother is watching over you. Like a true Angel." He kept the words engraved in his memory. He remembered his Aunt yelling at his father. The night everything changed. The night his father died.
*****FLASHBACK*****
"Ryou, I know it hurts that she's gone. But don't ignore Kieran. Do you think she'd have wanted it this way. She didn't die so that you could be so bitter, that you'd forget Kieran exists?" He'd peeked through the door in the front room. He saw his Aunt looking furious, and his father just sitting in a chair. He was seven at the time. Nobody even referred to his mother by her name. It hurt them all too deeply. "But it hurts me more. WHY can't they understand?" Kieran thought, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
"What do you want me to do Rika? As you insist on being called now, because it hurts to be called by your full name. Because it's what your cousin called you." His father sounded so bitter. He wished, more then anything, that he could take away the pain. But he couldn't. Because it wasn't HIM, his father wanted. It was his mother. And Kieran couldn't change it. He carried on listening.
"I want you to take notice of Kieran. He's seven year's old for Ra's sake. He doesn't deserve to be ignored. He didn't kill his mother, the Prowlers did." Kieran saw his fathers eyes, grow angry. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY TO THE BOY? YOU'RE MY SON, BUT EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOU IT KILLS ME, BECAUSE I THINK OF YOUR MOTHER?" His father yelled. Kieran's heart nearly broke in two. He wanted his father to love him. He didn't want his father to be sad because of him.
"Is it really all my fault that Father is so sad?" Kieran thought. "There's only one thing I can do. If I want father to be happy. Then I have to do it." Kieran thought, as he slowly, crept upstairs, into his room. He pulled a piece of paper out of a pad he had on his desk. And a pen on the desk. He wrote a letter. He remembered what he'd written precisely.
Dear father.
I never knew that I made you so sad. Until today when I heard you and Aunt Rika arguing. I thought that it was just Mothers death that made you sad. But Now I know that I was the reason. It's better for me to go. Then you can be happy. If I'd known that you were unhappy because of me, then I would've gone away sooner. Because I pray to god, and Ra, and anyone who's listening, that I could know how to make you smile and be happy. That I could help ease your sadness, because Mother is gone. But I know now that it's my fault. So I'll go. Then you can be happy. And smile and laugh again. Be like the man that Aunt Rika said you were before mother died.
I know you probably don't care, but I love you lot's father. Even if you don't care or don't believe it, it's true. I'll never stop wishing that I didn't make you sad. Or that you'll be happy. I'll miss you and Aunt Rika, and everyone, so much. But I'll do whatever I have to to make sure that you're happy again.
goodbye father. Love Kieran.
He finished it. And put a couple of swirls at the bottom. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek. But he wiped it away quickly. "I'll cry later. When I'm gone. If they hear me cry now, it will be too late. Auntie Rika will try to stop me." Kieran thought, as he put some things in a bag. Clothes and a small book. A book that he'd kept since he was young. A book full of poetry, that his mother had loved. That was all he knew. It was what his Aunt Rika had told him when she'd given it to him for his birthday. He then saw his deck on a side table. He picked it up and slipped it into his bag.
He pulled on a jacket, and climbed out of the window. Shimmying down the drainpipe. He ran as soon as he touched the ground. Knowing that if he didn't, he'd never leave. He felt tears sliding down his face. But he didn't wipe them away. He just kept on running. Until he realised, that he had nowhere to go. And that it was getting dark.
Kierans eye's had widened in terror. He knew what the Prowlers did to little kids at night. But he kept on running. "Maybe I deserve it, for making father sad." He thought. When he ran straight into what felt like a wall. He fell backwards, and looked up. He saw a Prowler. His eyes widened. "I should've known better then to run away at night." Kieran thought. As the huge Prowler picked him up by his collar.
"Well, well, well. What do I have here?" The huge man said. He couldn't see the Prowler's eyes, but he could see him licking his lips. Kieran struggled to get out of his grasp. He didn't like the look that the Prowler was giving him. It scared the hell out of him. The Prowler laughed. "Awwwww! Poor baby. Where's your mommy to wipe your nose for you?" The Prowler said, in a mocking voice. "My mother's dead you creep. Prowlers killed her when I was four." Kieran said. He didn't care who knew. Because it wasn't a big secret. The Prowlers killed hundreds of people everyday.
"Well boy, why don't you just do what you're told, and make it easier on yourself?" The Prowler said to him. Kieran trembled in fear. He knew what would most likely hapen to him. What happened to most children that lived on the streets, or came out at night. He knew that the Prowler would kill him. But there was something very wrong. This Prowler kept looking at him in a strange way. One that Kieran didn't like. It made him very ncomfortable. He struggled more. As the Prowler threw him over his shoulder.
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Kieran saw the games shop. "Maybe if I can yell loud enough, then Aunt Rika and Uncle Yugi will hear me." He thought. He prayed. Then he screamed. "UNCLE YUGI!!! AUNTIE RIKA!!!! SETH!! SOMEONE HELLLLLLLPP!!!" He yelled. The Prowler laughed, and pulled Kieran off of his shoulder. Covering his mouth he dragged him past the games shop. Kieran the heard a familliar voice.
"Let go of my son, NOW!" The Prowler spun round. Bringing Kieran with him. Kieran's eyes widened, to see his father. The Prowler laughed. "I thought it was funny, how the kid looked SOOO familliar. Hey Ryou Bakura, I wonder if the kid wil scream as much as your wife did when she was killed." The Prowler said evilly. He saw his father's eyes look like something had set a fire in them. "You had better put my son down, or I'll make sure you die a slow and painful death." Kieran's eyes widened. His father really cared. He saw his father try to step forward. He then felt something cold and metallic pressed against his throat. He saw his Auntie Rika and Uncle Yugi run out of the games shop.
"If you move one more step. I'll kill him. Just like I killed your wife." He heard the Prowler say to his father. "This man killed my mother? He caused all of the pain and sadness? He made my father fell hurt and angry?" Kieran thought, as he struggled. But quickly stopped when he felt whatever it was, being pressed tightly against his throat. "Stop struggling kid." He heard the Prowler snarl at him. He saw his father slowly lay his deck on the ground. "Please don't hurt my son." He heard his father saying. The Prowler laughed. "I won't, if you cooperate." The Prowler said.
Kieran then heard the Prowler yell in pain, and his grip go limp. Kieran took his chance and ran. He ran to his father. He felt his father's arms around him. Nearly crushing him. But he didn't care. He was glad to be safe. He heard his father asking him if he was allright. Kieran looked up into his father's face, to see, that his eyes were clouded with tears. He'd never seen tears in his father's eyes. He smiled. And hugged his father. He didn't want to speak. He felt as if he were grasping at a soap bubble. That might pop, if he wasn't careful. The Prowler had run away. Leaving them all to ponder what had happened.
*****END FLASHBACK*****
Kieran hated to remember, because that very same night, the Prowler had come back, to his home. And killed his father. It hurt him so much. He'd finally found his father. Only to lose him. The words his father said at the end, just couldn't replace the father he'd needed. His father had told him, he was proud of him, had told him that he loved him. And had finally given him the piece of paper. The paper with his mother's poem writen on it. The poem, that he'd kept, safe and secure, in the book of poems that he had carried since he was seven years old.
He heard yelling then. Running into the warehouse, he saw a Prowler. Leaning in to pick up the baby. Ren and Vicky were unconcious. Kieran looked at the Prowler. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the kid." Kieran froze. He knew that voice. His eyes widened. "YOU!" He yelled. The Prowler laughed. "Yeah kid. Me. Guess what? I'm not the only here." He said laughing. Kieran felt something hit him in the back of his head. Everything went black.
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When Kieran woke up, he felt someone cleaning a cut on his forehead. He looked to see Vicky with a handkerchief, cleaning a gash on his forehead. He tried to sit up. "Stay still Kieran." He heard Vicky say. Kieran blinked at her. "Wh-wha-what happened?" Kieran was still a bit bleary and confused. "It's allright Kieran. That Prowler bought us here after he knocked you out. He didn't bring Ren. He took the baby. Although I don't know why." Vicky said. Kieran sat up. Holding the back of his head. "He didn't hurt you did he?" Kieran asked. Vicky shook her head. Kieran sighed with relief. He didn't want another death on his conciensce. "We have to find Nick and get out of here." Kieran said. "No kidding. But how?" Vicky asked. Kieran pulled a lockpick out of the hairband in his hair. Vicky's eyes widened, with shock. She smiled, as he set to work on her chains.
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ME: OMG! What's gonna happen to Vicky and Kieran? What's gonna happen when Seto finds out his son's missing? Are we EVER gonna find out what the poem said? O_O! Too many questions. But only I know the answers. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I know, I'm evil.
CDD: HOW COULD YOU, LADY BLADE!
CHIBI-REI: YEAH!
ME: Oh gosh. Look, I just decided to do a cliffie.
YAMI: Oh yeah. Three weeks without updating, and you do THIS?
ME: What? Look guys, calm down.
*The muses all grab hockey sticks*
ME: O_O! THEY'RE GONNA LYNCH ME! HELLLLLLLLLP! *Whilst running away from the crazy muses* PleaseR&Randtellmewhatyouthink,I'llupdatesoon, Bye. *STILL running for my life as the muses chase me*