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Chapter 6 is HERE! I wrote this to the song 'You Can't Take Me' on the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron soundtrack...if you've ever heard that song, that sums up Toria's personality in one go...or at least her fire side. I wrote for a nice hour on this, so you better like it...well, half hour, Yugioh came on at 4:30 ^_^
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The door opened slowly, revealing a middle-aged man in a dark suit. Rattling her duelist charm bracelet gently, Toria took control. She entered the hall, her eyes burning purple fire. She turned her dagger eyes on the man.
"Are you Roland?" she demanded, sounding as stiff and tall as a general in the army.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll take you to the arena, ma'am." Roland was a little intimidated by this girl, however small she was and however many executives he had seen. Master Kaiba sure can pick 'em, he thought to himself, rather alarmed at the fierce attitude she displayed. He was also relieved to find that the other four kids seemed fairly normal, even if they were friends with this young Amazonian warrior. He quickly turned, leading them through the foyer and down a long hall, down a flight of stairs, and deep underground.
Toria stood as straight as a soldier. Every under anticipated a girl duelist, and a young girl duelist particularly. Over time, she had managed to tell people she wasn't kidding around. This developed into the 'war mask': flat, fiery burning eyes, a thin mouth, her jaw jammed forward in a fighter's position. She was going to win this duel. Now that she was in, she didn't back out, or live life with regrets. It was the way she was. It was not only her father's honor at stake now. It was her own honor, her owner as a duelist, as an American, as a witch, and most importantly, as a woman. How would it look if she curled up and cried, begging for forgiveness as she chickened out? No. She would win. Her personality, her soul, and her spirit demanded she would.
Roland reached for a key in his pocket, inserting it into a large set of double doors at the end of the staircase. As the key was inserted, the home security module blinked its message again, waiting for the entry code. The tones played, and Roland turned the key. With a hiss of air the door slid open, revealing a stark white dueling arena.
The rest of the group gasped as they crossed the threshold, seeing the large white dueling podiums and blue field, an unlit and dark grid. Tea's eyes flicked towards the control panel in a high loft, seeing Mokuba wink down through the panels of thick glass. Roland ushered the other kids off the field.
"Come on, you four, into the spectator stands, up with the control board." He motioned them towards a metal staircase. "You can see everything from up there." Joey stampeded (has anyone noticed he stampedes a lot? ^_^) up the steps, flinging open the door. He didn't want to miss a second of this. But Tea hesitated. She didn't want to leave Toria down there all alone – she would have been terrified. But with a long gaze at Toria's fire-hardened face, she continued up the steps. Toria wasn't like her – she was fearless. Studying the angle of her face slightly, she saw a familiar glimpse of a face she had seen before. Or maybe she simply resembled someone? Yami, maybe?
As the gang stuck their heads in the doorway to the loft, Mokuba abruptly finished typing and smiled at them past his headset.
"Hey guys! Have a seat." He gave a friendly wave and gestured towards a set of white leather chairs by the window. "You'll be able to hear and see everything from both the windows and these plasma screen computer cameras. I just need to reroute the sound bytes and adjust the base tone." He went back to tapping instructions into the computer, muttering commands to himself.
"All set!" he said gleefully, reaching for the microphone set.
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Kaiba shifted through his deck, checking over his cards to make sure every one he needed was there. His three Blues Eyes, his Polymerization, Rude Kaiser, Crush card...He was ready. Packing his deck safely into his duelist belt, he checked his profile in the mirrored wall of the dueling prep room. He ran a long hand through his thick brown hair, watching it cover his eyes critically. A voice whispered quietly behind his mind:
Why look good? This is a duel like any other. Kaiba snarled at himself, glaring at the reflection. He didn't need to look like anything. He would look great winning. That was the difference. Winners always look better than losers.
Even if she does lose, she'll still look good, hissed the voice. He paused for a moment, savoring her image in his mind's eye: her thick, dark hair, as tousled as a horse's mane, and her deep fiery eyes. He had scorned her fire that afternoon, sure, but he admitted it – he admired that about her. He didn't admire anything else, he told himself sternly; it was just that she was different from the other Japanese girls. They were all so pale and flimsy, a seen-and-not-heard concept that disgusted him. That was why he remembered her so well. And because he was going to beat her – in the next few minutes. He gave his hair another shake in an attempt for it to look life something – but gave up. It hung as it always had – the way it wanted to. He gritted his teeth and blocked out the image of the glaring girl, however...attractive. He focused his eyes on winning, as he always did. He couldn't think about her. She was another faceless opponent. She was his enemy.
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A/N: Inching towards romance, maybe??? Not going to tell!!! Wait for chapter 7, people, might go up tomorrow, I try to do two sections a day...So have fun pining away!!! BWAHAAHAHHAHAHA! *coughs* *smiles sweetly* I mean, R&R plz!!!
Chapter 6 is HERE! I wrote this to the song 'You Can't Take Me' on the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron soundtrack...if you've ever heard that song, that sums up Toria's personality in one go...or at least her fire side. I wrote for a nice hour on this, so you better like it...well, half hour, Yugioh came on at 4:30 ^_^
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The door opened slowly, revealing a middle-aged man in a dark suit. Rattling her duelist charm bracelet gently, Toria took control. She entered the hall, her eyes burning purple fire. She turned her dagger eyes on the man.
"Are you Roland?" she demanded, sounding as stiff and tall as a general in the army.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll take you to the arena, ma'am." Roland was a little intimidated by this girl, however small she was and however many executives he had seen. Master Kaiba sure can pick 'em, he thought to himself, rather alarmed at the fierce attitude she displayed. He was also relieved to find that the other four kids seemed fairly normal, even if they were friends with this young Amazonian warrior. He quickly turned, leading them through the foyer and down a long hall, down a flight of stairs, and deep underground.
Toria stood as straight as a soldier. Every under anticipated a girl duelist, and a young girl duelist particularly. Over time, she had managed to tell people she wasn't kidding around. This developed into the 'war mask': flat, fiery burning eyes, a thin mouth, her jaw jammed forward in a fighter's position. She was going to win this duel. Now that she was in, she didn't back out, or live life with regrets. It was the way she was. It was not only her father's honor at stake now. It was her own honor, her owner as a duelist, as an American, as a witch, and most importantly, as a woman. How would it look if she curled up and cried, begging for forgiveness as she chickened out? No. She would win. Her personality, her soul, and her spirit demanded she would.
Roland reached for a key in his pocket, inserting it into a large set of double doors at the end of the staircase. As the key was inserted, the home security module blinked its message again, waiting for the entry code. The tones played, and Roland turned the key. With a hiss of air the door slid open, revealing a stark white dueling arena.
The rest of the group gasped as they crossed the threshold, seeing the large white dueling podiums and blue field, an unlit and dark grid. Tea's eyes flicked towards the control panel in a high loft, seeing Mokuba wink down through the panels of thick glass. Roland ushered the other kids off the field.
"Come on, you four, into the spectator stands, up with the control board." He motioned them towards a metal staircase. "You can see everything from up there." Joey stampeded (has anyone noticed he stampedes a lot? ^_^) up the steps, flinging open the door. He didn't want to miss a second of this. But Tea hesitated. She didn't want to leave Toria down there all alone – she would have been terrified. But with a long gaze at Toria's fire-hardened face, she continued up the steps. Toria wasn't like her – she was fearless. Studying the angle of her face slightly, she saw a familiar glimpse of a face she had seen before. Or maybe she simply resembled someone? Yami, maybe?
As the gang stuck their heads in the doorway to the loft, Mokuba abruptly finished typing and smiled at them past his headset.
"Hey guys! Have a seat." He gave a friendly wave and gestured towards a set of white leather chairs by the window. "You'll be able to hear and see everything from both the windows and these plasma screen computer cameras. I just need to reroute the sound bytes and adjust the base tone." He went back to tapping instructions into the computer, muttering commands to himself.
"All set!" he said gleefully, reaching for the microphone set.
* * *
Kaiba shifted through his deck, checking over his cards to make sure every one he needed was there. His three Blues Eyes, his Polymerization, Rude Kaiser, Crush card...He was ready. Packing his deck safely into his duelist belt, he checked his profile in the mirrored wall of the dueling prep room. He ran a long hand through his thick brown hair, watching it cover his eyes critically. A voice whispered quietly behind his mind:
Why look good? This is a duel like any other. Kaiba snarled at himself, glaring at the reflection. He didn't need to look like anything. He would look great winning. That was the difference. Winners always look better than losers.
Even if she does lose, she'll still look good, hissed the voice. He paused for a moment, savoring her image in his mind's eye: her thick, dark hair, as tousled as a horse's mane, and her deep fiery eyes. He had scorned her fire that afternoon, sure, but he admitted it – he admired that about her. He didn't admire anything else, he told himself sternly; it was just that she was different from the other Japanese girls. They were all so pale and flimsy, a seen-and-not-heard concept that disgusted him. That was why he remembered her so well. And because he was going to beat her – in the next few minutes. He gave his hair another shake in an attempt for it to look life something – but gave up. It hung as it always had – the way it wanted to. He gritted his teeth and blocked out the image of the glaring girl, however...attractive. He focused his eyes on winning, as he always did. He couldn't think about her. She was another faceless opponent. She was his enemy.
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A/N: Inching towards romance, maybe??? Not going to tell!!! Wait for chapter 7, people, might go up tomorrow, I try to do two sections a day...So have fun pining away!!! BWAHAAHAHHAHAHA! *coughs* *smiles sweetly* I mean, R&R plz!!!