I Will Always Be the Same
By Anime Queen
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A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long... But, as I've said before, school is keeping me very busy! ^o^ Either way, let's get on with the thanks, and the story.
WhazzupShay
Hart
AnimeQueen
Sissi
ChildofMidnight
Shenelle
Yuri
Joeys Girl
Lynx Wings
Bana the Random
Thanks so much for the reviews you guys!! I know it looked like I've abandoned it but I haven't!!! I loved this fic from the beginning, and still love it, and I promise, I will see it through to the end!!!! ^___^
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Just really really like it! ^_^
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Chapter 10 - Trying to Stay Alive is Everything
=...= Mai's thoughts
His face was mere inches from mine, and no sooner have I uttered the word, he quickly closed the distance. His hot lips were on mine, and his bandaged hand caressed my hair and face. More out of surprise than anything else, I reached up to his shoulders to keep from falling over to the side. When I finally realized what he was doing, I pushed away from him.
"What the hell..." I muttered, inching sideways away from him along the wall. He leaned backwards, and sighed, closing his eyes.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Yeah, you should be." I've regained myself, and straightened up. "Just because we are both confined in this shithole, doesn't mean that you should let your hormones loose like there's no tomorrow."
I thought I'd heard him laughing, and turned to look. Kaiba was, indeed, chortling doubled up on the floor.
=Great. The last thing I need is for Kaiba to go mental on me=
As the guffawing continued without letting up, I rolled my eyes.
=Look at mighty Kaiba now= I thought bitterly. I edged a little closer to the writhing body on the floor, and poked his back with the tip of my boot. He was really freaking me out.
"Kaiba... you can stop now," I said, prodding him some more, hoping that he heard me.
Apparently, he didn't notice that he was acting like a lunatic. He jumped up onto his knees, and threw his arms around my shoulders, still laughing. He quickly leaned in and headed for my mouth again. This time I was quick enough to dodge, so his lips landed on my jaw.
I couldn't take this kind of behavior anymore, so I hit him. My hand caught him on the left cheek, leaving the area slightly redder than the rest of his face.
I kind of felt guilty at first, what if he really is mad? But what was I supposed to do?
Kaiba staggered back from the force of the blow, and landed square on his butt. He sat there a while, rubbing his cheek.
"Ouch! That was some kiss!" he slurred, before rolling over, out cold.
Now I was feeling really bad. I hadn't meant to knock him out, but he didn't give me any choice. Besides, if he didn't wake up soon, it would be me who'll go crazy next.
=It was his own fault= I reassured myself staring at Seto Kaiba's unmoving form. I sat there in silence, partly waiting for Kaiba to get back to normal, and for the most part trying not to go to sleep. I've lost all track of time - the only way to tell if it was day or night was the faint light coming from the tiny window. But how many days, or was it weeks, we spent confined in the room was impossible to determine.
=Kaiba probably has a watch, but I have no idea what date it was= I've never bothered to keep record of time - it passes whether one acknowledges it or not, I just couldn't see the point in keeping track. Makes you think of all the time you've already wasted.
The door handle rattled, and my gaze immediately fell upon the door. They never opened it before, so I made sure they didn't catch me by surprise. I looked at Kaiba for a brief moment, but then shook my head.
=It's every man for himself=
I tiptoed silently over to the corner where I left my bag, and dug inside for something that could be used as a weapon. Except for my school supplies, first aid objects and my dueling deck, I couldn't find anything even remotely useful against armed kidnappers. I sighed, and crawled back to where Kaiba was still curled up on the floor. Clutching my backpack, I waited for whoever it was on the other side to come in.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally swung open, revealing an armed middle-aged man. He inched into the room, as if expecting an attack. He slowly surveyed our bags, and then glanced over Kaiba and me for the longest time. Finally he moved forward slowly, jumping back a little when Kaiba stirred.
"What are you two up to?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
I shrugged, trying to maintain my posture, even though the open door was really tempting, but impossible to get to before the guy would shoot.
"I don't believe you," he kept glancing in between Kaiba and me, and when he finally got satisfied that we were unarmed, seemed to relax a little.
Kaiba's movements exactly at that moment were impossible to distinguish from what seemed like a blur of purple. In an instant, the man was down, bleeding profusely through a series of small punctures on his throat. Air hissed out, spraying drops of his blood on the floor as he fell.
I inched against the wall, trying to fuse with the bricks, and just stared. Seto Kaiba bent down and laid a silver pen, now stained red, on the floor, and picked up the dead man's rifle.
"Come on, we have to go."
I just clutched my bag closer, not saying anything.
"I said, let's go!" he barked roughly, and pulled me out of my sitting position by my arm. I stumbled over the body, but he was still dragging me out the door.
The initial shock wore off, and I jerked my arm out of his hand. He didn't look back, and we continued down the hallway. There were little light bulbs on the high ceiling, and they illuminated many doors, just like the one we just broke out of.
I bumped into Seto's shoulder, and realized that he stopped. We came to a corner, and he held out his arm to stop me from going any further, pushing me against the wall. He peeked around the corner, rifle held at ready, and almost immediately dove back against the wall.
"Someone must have tripped an alarm, the whole place is swarming with gunmen," he swore under his breath, not looking at me once.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked, mainly because I needed to say something, but didn't care too much for the answer.
"This is all we have to work with," he sighed, checking to see how many bullets were left in his gun. "I'll try to take out those bozos in the hallway, and then we'll make a run for it."
It sounded like a plan, however impossible it seemed. I nodded, and he looked at me briefly.
"Let's do this," I licked my dry lips, and waited for Seto to make his move.
Almost immediately I heard three distinct gunshots, and then, after peeking out, I moved. Two of the guards were down on the floor, their various body parts hit and leaking blood. The last guard was clutching his bleeding side, but was very much alive. He yelled something out, but I hadn't had the chance to distinguish it over the noise of two more rapid gunshots, and then a searing pain somewhere down my hand. I hadn't stopped running down the hallway until I rounded the corner and waited for Seto, who was still in the conflict.
After my breathing has calmed down and I was no longer gasping for air, the pain in my left hand surfaced again, overtaking my body and commanding my attention away from Seto and our current situation.
Apparently, the bulled hit just above my thumb, and tore through the muscle and bone, coming out on the lower side of my palm. I winced when I tried to move my fingers, and found that I couldn't completely close my hand because of a piece of metal still lodged in my skin.
Seto rounded the corner, panting heavily, still firing rapidly until a dead guard's hand plopped lifelessly before me, and then everything got quiet. The blood from my injured hand slicked down my fingers, falling in little droplets onto my clothes and the floor, and
Seto must have noticed. He shook his head violently in exasperation, and roughly pushed through me.
"Damn," he cursed, shoving me aside, but being careful not to hit my hand. "As if we don't have enough trouble already," he muttered, referring to my injury, and I pouted back at him.
"As if I had a choice," I leaned to pick up the dead guard's gun with my good hand.
"Do you even know how to use that?" Kaiba sighed in frustration and proceeded to reload his weapon with the bullets he scavenged off of the dead. He hadn't noticed the armed guard that was sneaking up on us from the next corner, gun held at ready. I raised the gun, and pulled the trigger with much effort, but little hesitation.
"I guess I do," I breathed, and watched the blood pool around the body, My own blood was still flowing freely, and I didn't care about the morality of taking lives. I wanted out.
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Well, now for some ranting! (it's Yugioh oriented of course!)
I was thinking it would be neat to draw Mai with her injured hand and the gun in the last part... I don't know if I'll have time tho... (being a senior is really hard until the new year! College apps, etc... ~_~)
But overall, I think I'm doing pretty well so far. Okay, so I haven't had a chance to sit down and write or watch as much anime on tv, but at least I'm not freaking out and not thinking of killing myself. There are people who do that you know!
Okay, I won't rant here anymore. It takes up all of your time, and I know how precious it is! ^_~ So please review! And please don't give up on me and my poor temporarily abandoned fics!
By Anime Queen
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A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long... But, as I've said before, school is keeping me very busy! ^o^ Either way, let's get on with the thanks, and the story.
WhazzupShay
Hart
AnimeQueen
Sissi
ChildofMidnight
Shenelle
Yuri
Joeys Girl
Lynx Wings
Bana the Random
Thanks so much for the reviews you guys!! I know it looked like I've abandoned it but I haven't!!! I loved this fic from the beginning, and still love it, and I promise, I will see it through to the end!!!! ^___^
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Just really really like it! ^_^
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Chapter 10 - Trying to Stay Alive is Everything
=...= Mai's thoughts
His face was mere inches from mine, and no sooner have I uttered the word, he quickly closed the distance. His hot lips were on mine, and his bandaged hand caressed my hair and face. More out of surprise than anything else, I reached up to his shoulders to keep from falling over to the side. When I finally realized what he was doing, I pushed away from him.
"What the hell..." I muttered, inching sideways away from him along the wall. He leaned backwards, and sighed, closing his eyes.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Yeah, you should be." I've regained myself, and straightened up. "Just because we are both confined in this shithole, doesn't mean that you should let your hormones loose like there's no tomorrow."
I thought I'd heard him laughing, and turned to look. Kaiba was, indeed, chortling doubled up on the floor.
=Great. The last thing I need is for Kaiba to go mental on me=
As the guffawing continued without letting up, I rolled my eyes.
=Look at mighty Kaiba now= I thought bitterly. I edged a little closer to the writhing body on the floor, and poked his back with the tip of my boot. He was really freaking me out.
"Kaiba... you can stop now," I said, prodding him some more, hoping that he heard me.
Apparently, he didn't notice that he was acting like a lunatic. He jumped up onto his knees, and threw his arms around my shoulders, still laughing. He quickly leaned in and headed for my mouth again. This time I was quick enough to dodge, so his lips landed on my jaw.
I couldn't take this kind of behavior anymore, so I hit him. My hand caught him on the left cheek, leaving the area slightly redder than the rest of his face.
I kind of felt guilty at first, what if he really is mad? But what was I supposed to do?
Kaiba staggered back from the force of the blow, and landed square on his butt. He sat there a while, rubbing his cheek.
"Ouch! That was some kiss!" he slurred, before rolling over, out cold.
Now I was feeling really bad. I hadn't meant to knock him out, but he didn't give me any choice. Besides, if he didn't wake up soon, it would be me who'll go crazy next.
=It was his own fault= I reassured myself staring at Seto Kaiba's unmoving form. I sat there in silence, partly waiting for Kaiba to get back to normal, and for the most part trying not to go to sleep. I've lost all track of time - the only way to tell if it was day or night was the faint light coming from the tiny window. But how many days, or was it weeks, we spent confined in the room was impossible to determine.
=Kaiba probably has a watch, but I have no idea what date it was= I've never bothered to keep record of time - it passes whether one acknowledges it or not, I just couldn't see the point in keeping track. Makes you think of all the time you've already wasted.
The door handle rattled, and my gaze immediately fell upon the door. They never opened it before, so I made sure they didn't catch me by surprise. I looked at Kaiba for a brief moment, but then shook my head.
=It's every man for himself=
I tiptoed silently over to the corner where I left my bag, and dug inside for something that could be used as a weapon. Except for my school supplies, first aid objects and my dueling deck, I couldn't find anything even remotely useful against armed kidnappers. I sighed, and crawled back to where Kaiba was still curled up on the floor. Clutching my backpack, I waited for whoever it was on the other side to come in.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally swung open, revealing an armed middle-aged man. He inched into the room, as if expecting an attack. He slowly surveyed our bags, and then glanced over Kaiba and me for the longest time. Finally he moved forward slowly, jumping back a little when Kaiba stirred.
"What are you two up to?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
I shrugged, trying to maintain my posture, even though the open door was really tempting, but impossible to get to before the guy would shoot.
"I don't believe you," he kept glancing in between Kaiba and me, and when he finally got satisfied that we were unarmed, seemed to relax a little.
Kaiba's movements exactly at that moment were impossible to distinguish from what seemed like a blur of purple. In an instant, the man was down, bleeding profusely through a series of small punctures on his throat. Air hissed out, spraying drops of his blood on the floor as he fell.
I inched against the wall, trying to fuse with the bricks, and just stared. Seto Kaiba bent down and laid a silver pen, now stained red, on the floor, and picked up the dead man's rifle.
"Come on, we have to go."
I just clutched my bag closer, not saying anything.
"I said, let's go!" he barked roughly, and pulled me out of my sitting position by my arm. I stumbled over the body, but he was still dragging me out the door.
The initial shock wore off, and I jerked my arm out of his hand. He didn't look back, and we continued down the hallway. There were little light bulbs on the high ceiling, and they illuminated many doors, just like the one we just broke out of.
I bumped into Seto's shoulder, and realized that he stopped. We came to a corner, and he held out his arm to stop me from going any further, pushing me against the wall. He peeked around the corner, rifle held at ready, and almost immediately dove back against the wall.
"Someone must have tripped an alarm, the whole place is swarming with gunmen," he swore under his breath, not looking at me once.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked, mainly because I needed to say something, but didn't care too much for the answer.
"This is all we have to work with," he sighed, checking to see how many bullets were left in his gun. "I'll try to take out those bozos in the hallway, and then we'll make a run for it."
It sounded like a plan, however impossible it seemed. I nodded, and he looked at me briefly.
"Let's do this," I licked my dry lips, and waited for Seto to make his move.
Almost immediately I heard three distinct gunshots, and then, after peeking out, I moved. Two of the guards were down on the floor, their various body parts hit and leaking blood. The last guard was clutching his bleeding side, but was very much alive. He yelled something out, but I hadn't had the chance to distinguish it over the noise of two more rapid gunshots, and then a searing pain somewhere down my hand. I hadn't stopped running down the hallway until I rounded the corner and waited for Seto, who was still in the conflict.
After my breathing has calmed down and I was no longer gasping for air, the pain in my left hand surfaced again, overtaking my body and commanding my attention away from Seto and our current situation.
Apparently, the bulled hit just above my thumb, and tore through the muscle and bone, coming out on the lower side of my palm. I winced when I tried to move my fingers, and found that I couldn't completely close my hand because of a piece of metal still lodged in my skin.
Seto rounded the corner, panting heavily, still firing rapidly until a dead guard's hand plopped lifelessly before me, and then everything got quiet. The blood from my injured hand slicked down my fingers, falling in little droplets onto my clothes and the floor, and
Seto must have noticed. He shook his head violently in exasperation, and roughly pushed through me.
"Damn," he cursed, shoving me aside, but being careful not to hit my hand. "As if we don't have enough trouble already," he muttered, referring to my injury, and I pouted back at him.
"As if I had a choice," I leaned to pick up the dead guard's gun with my good hand.
"Do you even know how to use that?" Kaiba sighed in frustration and proceeded to reload his weapon with the bullets he scavenged off of the dead. He hadn't noticed the armed guard that was sneaking up on us from the next corner, gun held at ready. I raised the gun, and pulled the trigger with much effort, but little hesitation.
"I guess I do," I breathed, and watched the blood pool around the body, My own blood was still flowing freely, and I didn't care about the morality of taking lives. I wanted out.
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Well, now for some ranting! (it's Yugioh oriented of course!)
I was thinking it would be neat to draw Mai with her injured hand and the gun in the last part... I don't know if I'll have time tho... (being a senior is really hard until the new year! College apps, etc... ~_~)
But overall, I think I'm doing pretty well so far. Okay, so I haven't had a chance to sit down and write or watch as much anime on tv, but at least I'm not freaking out and not thinking of killing myself. There are people who do that you know!
Okay, I won't rant here anymore. It takes up all of your time, and I know how precious it is! ^_~ So please review! And please don't give up on me and my poor temporarily abandoned fics!