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I'm sorry.. on the last post, I meant MOST of you guys don't appreciate what I'm doing. Hehe. Sorry that I haven't been updating.. my comp fudged up. But here's the new chappie! CG: No, it's not Superman. Sorry. *points to story* This is when you find out who it is... Read on.
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The doorbell rang again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Kayma grumbled. Great. Someone just had to come when she was being bullied. Downside: she was pale and sweaty. Upside: she wouldn't be bullied in front of visitors.
Opening the door, Kayma gasped and stumbled back a step.
"Yu..Yugi? Tristan?" Her gaze fell on the last guest with a shock. "Bakura? What are you guys doing here?"
Yugi spoke first. For some odd reason, he seemed different from when she had last seen him. Taller, more confident, less childish. 'The spirit of the Puzzle must be in charge,' she thought feverishly.
"Kayma, something's wrong. I have a feeling you know something about it," he said, looking directly at the redheaded teenage girl.
She felt the blood drain from her face. She looked at Bakura accusingly, frightened.
"Bakura, did you tell them?"
He shook his head, his eyes not leaving hers. "Yugi just had a feeling that you were involved. May we come in so you can tell them about it?"
She nodded, numb. "Uh, uh, sure. I..I guess I should tell, shouldn't I?"
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"You did WHAT to Joey?!?"
Tristan leapt out of his seat and lunged at Kayma, who sat calmly on her chair, head down, the cards of her friends in her lap. Yugi and Bakura jumped up as well, grabbing Tristan and dragging him back to the couch.
Yugi was still skeptical about Kayma's unlikely tale, and he had seen a lot of unlikely things. "Those cards.. you could have drawn them yourself. I want to see some real proof. Show me some."
Kayma looked up and, with a shock, they all saw that she was even paler than she had been when she had opened the door. Her eyes, which were changing from brown to a funny shade of gold, locked on Bakura and she asked, in a voice unsuited to her pallid appearance and wide, desperate eyes, "Bakura Ryou.. Would you be so kind as to go and stand over there in the corner looking at us? I won't really feel safe until I do a certain something.. and his Highness over there wants some proof.."
Bakura, puzzled and rather fearful, but obedient, went over and stood in the corner. Yugi and Tristan stood up at the same time as Kayma, each teen with a different intent; Yugi alarmed, Tristan angry, Kayma determined, and with a task.
Kayma looked at the more startled of the two teenage boys standing by the couch and said, "You want proof? Here.."
She turned to the boy standing away from the group, her eyes now fully a strange gold color. Biting her bottom lip gently, she thought frantically, 'I hope this works..'
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That's enough for now. I leave you with (yes, it's true!) yet another- gah! *ducks as shoes, sporks and assorted other objects are thrown at her* -yet another cliff-hanger! I know you don't like them, but I want reviews, and if you want more of the story, you will give them. Look on the bright side; the story is drawing to a close (I think/hope), and when it's done, you won't have to give reviews anymore (but they will be appreciated greatly if they are given, because that will show that my story is still being read). Please review, and remember, even ONE review makes a difference. Thank you.
I'm sorry.. on the last post, I meant MOST of you guys don't appreciate what I'm doing. Hehe. Sorry that I haven't been updating.. my comp fudged up. But here's the new chappie! CG: No, it's not Superman. Sorry. *points to story* This is when you find out who it is... Read on.
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The doorbell rang again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Kayma grumbled. Great. Someone just had to come when she was being bullied. Downside: she was pale and sweaty. Upside: she wouldn't be bullied in front of visitors.
Opening the door, Kayma gasped and stumbled back a step.
"Yu..Yugi? Tristan?" Her gaze fell on the last guest with a shock. "Bakura? What are you guys doing here?"
Yugi spoke first. For some odd reason, he seemed different from when she had last seen him. Taller, more confident, less childish. 'The spirit of the Puzzle must be in charge,' she thought feverishly.
"Kayma, something's wrong. I have a feeling you know something about it," he said, looking directly at the redheaded teenage girl.
She felt the blood drain from her face. She looked at Bakura accusingly, frightened.
"Bakura, did you tell them?"
He shook his head, his eyes not leaving hers. "Yugi just had a feeling that you were involved. May we come in so you can tell them about it?"
She nodded, numb. "Uh, uh, sure. I..I guess I should tell, shouldn't I?"
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"You did WHAT to Joey?!?"
Tristan leapt out of his seat and lunged at Kayma, who sat calmly on her chair, head down, the cards of her friends in her lap. Yugi and Bakura jumped up as well, grabbing Tristan and dragging him back to the couch.
Yugi was still skeptical about Kayma's unlikely tale, and he had seen a lot of unlikely things. "Those cards.. you could have drawn them yourself. I want to see some real proof. Show me some."
Kayma looked up and, with a shock, they all saw that she was even paler than she had been when she had opened the door. Her eyes, which were changing from brown to a funny shade of gold, locked on Bakura and she asked, in a voice unsuited to her pallid appearance and wide, desperate eyes, "Bakura Ryou.. Would you be so kind as to go and stand over there in the corner looking at us? I won't really feel safe until I do a certain something.. and his Highness over there wants some proof.."
Bakura, puzzled and rather fearful, but obedient, went over and stood in the corner. Yugi and Tristan stood up at the same time as Kayma, each teen with a different intent; Yugi alarmed, Tristan angry, Kayma determined, and with a task.
Kayma looked at the more startled of the two teenage boys standing by the couch and said, "You want proof? Here.."
She turned to the boy standing away from the group, her eyes now fully a strange gold color. Biting her bottom lip gently, she thought frantically, 'I hope this works..'
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That's enough for now. I leave you with (yes, it's true!) yet another- gah! *ducks as shoes, sporks and assorted other objects are thrown at her* -yet another cliff-hanger! I know you don't like them, but I want reviews, and if you want more of the story, you will give them. Look on the bright side; the story is drawing to a close (I think/hope), and when it's done, you won't have to give reviews anymore (but they will be appreciated greatly if they are given, because that will show that my story is still being read). Please review, and remember, even ONE review makes a difference. Thank you.
