Some thank you's and apologies:
I would like thank SilverSickle for your reviews, thank you. You totally made my day. . W/o your support I would have already given up (well I sort of did.)
Sorry that this chapter took so long but I got tired of it for a while. (I gave up on this and got started on the sequel. Hey, you can call me crazy but I don't mind. The sequel will be much sadder, I hope. ) Anyway… I am sorry to keep you (all) waiting. I had a lot of homework to do (especially when the teachers are tried to cramp junk in your mind before the finals. Now, it is all review.)
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P. S.- There might be some change in the plot. While I was thinking of the sequel (don't know why I did that) I decide that some changes that there need to be some change in the plot to make it more believable (to this story- wise, not less magical.) The new plot may be some what confusing but this doesn't apply to the first 2 chapters (that's right, they stay the same and yet is still part of the story.)
Ok, I know you are all bored of listening to me yak, so w/o further delay here is Chapter 3 of Descendent of the Horse. Oh, but first:
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Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, so don't sue me. If I sort of capture your idea in my story, tell me and I will flex the plot some more. (I think I'm going to write a comedy sequel in the future too, but I haven't thought of it yet.)
Important: The point of view is first person- Yukumi (Yokumi sounds too rough.)
Note: the point of view may change (constantly?)
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pant, pant
I had one of those horrible flash backs again. My step- brother, Yohjii and I are the best of any kind of friends (with the exception of girlfriend/ boyfriend, we act more like brother- to- brother or sister- to- sister. He is like my sister and I am like his brother).
We share many secrets with each other that we won't normally shared with regular friends and he taught me many things too:
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"Today at recess, there's this pretty girl but she didn't want to play with us so I threw a water balloon at her face. I got away from trouble 'cuz I kick my teacher in the groin real hard. He was rolling on the ground, it is so funny. Guess he would be at school for a couple of weeks or so. Anyways, how's you're day Yoko- chan? Was there anything interestin' happening today that I kinda miss?"
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That was how everyday was like… until his life was taken away from him 10 ½ years ago.
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The meat factory tried to calm down the situation by giving all the teachers some free samples at the factory's dirty, smelly cafeteria.
I ran after those teachers, dragging one on the arm and pulling another by her hair, but it was not much of a help. I knew exactly what would happen if I don't stop them in their tracks and yet I couldn't prevent the memories of that painfully scene's recurrence. Running after the group as fast as could but still I couldn't catch up. My legs were too short and too slow.
When I finally made it I saw all of them munching and chewing away, nonstop.
"No," I cried, "no, stop it. Stop eating. You're eating my brother. No! Stop! NO!!!"
The staffs look at me then laughed and taunted, "Oh, that little 5 year old thinks a cow is her brother." Everyone, laughing and laughing, then pointing and continuous laughing.
I could feel me face heating up and salty tear spitted down my cheeks. Waaaaaaaaahhh I couldn't stop. Those educated bitches are eating my brother, my best friend, my blood and secrets…
Some teachers took pity and ask if I was hungry. More tears louder cries. Others went to get the doctor to see what's wrong.
All of the students left, most left after the earthquake. My mom is still in the hospital, hours after Yugi's fever. Papa is a 'workaholic', now that his job wasn't as well paid as the last one. Now, there is no one with me but those human- eating carnivores…. and the remains of my brother served in a food dish on the dirty tables with no respect, what so ever.
The doctor came, he was about give me a check- up to see what was wrong but I refuse was kicking arms and punching legs (or the other way around). Instead I made him do a DNA check on the platter of meat located on the third table of the rundown food hall. Every thought it was odd and demanded for my brains to be checked ever so more. Some snickering was heard in the background but everyone ignored it wondering what the doctor would respond to it.
To assure a little girl, of course, the doctor must do as he is told. He took some blood samples and have someone run it to the lab as fast as he could. Everyone expected the blood DNA to belong to some animal (the factory was known for its unhealthiness so no one expects it to be full cow), but no one had expected to be a sample belong to a person or fuller more a kid.
After the results were sent back, they- those cannibals- vomit with disgust. Yep, it was definitely a Mutou bloodline (however, I was never, but I wouldn't have believed it anyway.) Cannibals, those mother- fucking cannibals. Those evil smart- asses ate my dear ole brother. The thought makes me trickle down with tears.
I am never going back to school again, never…. At least, not that school. So instead I was force to go to therapy, I needed it, and so it replaced school. But this didn't last for more than two weeks. That was the day of my brothers funeral, the day right after my birthday. I remember it well, little too well….
-To be continue-
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AN: Hey, it is me again. Sooooooooooooooooo sorry for the late late late late late update hope you like this chapter.
I would like thank SilverSickle for your reviews, thank you. You totally made my day. . W/o your support I would have already given up (well I sort of did.)
Sorry that this chapter took so long but I got tired of it for a while. (I gave up on this and got started on the sequel. Hey, you can call me crazy but I don't mind. The sequel will be much sadder, I hope. ) Anyway… I am sorry to keep you (all) waiting. I had a lot of homework to do (especially when the teachers are tried to cramp junk in your mind before the finals. Now, it is all review.)
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P. S.- There might be some change in the plot. While I was thinking of the sequel (don't know why I did that) I decide that some changes that there need to be some change in the plot to make it more believable (to this story- wise, not less magical.) The new plot may be some what confusing but this doesn't apply to the first 2 chapters (that's right, they stay the same and yet is still part of the story.)
Ok, I know you are all bored of listening to me yak, so w/o further delay here is Chapter 3 of Descendent of the Horse. Oh, but first:
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Disclaimer: I don't own YGO, so don't sue me. If I sort of capture your idea in my story, tell me and I will flex the plot some more. (I think I'm going to write a comedy sequel in the future too, but I haven't thought of it yet.)
Important: The point of view is first person- Yukumi (Yokumi sounds too rough.)
Note: the point of view may change (constantly?)
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pant, pant
I had one of those horrible flash backs again. My step- brother, Yohjii and I are the best of any kind of friends (with the exception of girlfriend/ boyfriend, we act more like brother- to- brother or sister- to- sister. He is like my sister and I am like his brother).
We share many secrets with each other that we won't normally shared with regular friends and he taught me many things too:
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"Today at recess, there's this pretty girl but she didn't want to play with us so I threw a water balloon at her face. I got away from trouble 'cuz I kick my teacher in the groin real hard. He was rolling on the ground, it is so funny. Guess he would be at school for a couple of weeks or so. Anyways, how's you're day Yoko- chan? Was there anything interestin' happening today that I kinda miss?"
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That was how everyday was like… until his life was taken away from him 10 ½ years ago.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The meat factory tried to calm down the situation by giving all the teachers some free samples at the factory's dirty, smelly cafeteria.
I ran after those teachers, dragging one on the arm and pulling another by her hair, but it was not much of a help. I knew exactly what would happen if I don't stop them in their tracks and yet I couldn't prevent the memories of that painfully scene's recurrence. Running after the group as fast as could but still I couldn't catch up. My legs were too short and too slow.
When I finally made it I saw all of them munching and chewing away, nonstop.
"No," I cried, "no, stop it. Stop eating. You're eating my brother. No! Stop! NO!!!"
The staffs look at me then laughed and taunted, "Oh, that little 5 year old thinks a cow is her brother." Everyone, laughing and laughing, then pointing and continuous laughing.
I could feel me face heating up and salty tear spitted down my cheeks. Waaaaaaaaahhh I couldn't stop. Those educated bitches are eating my brother, my best friend, my blood and secrets…
Some teachers took pity and ask if I was hungry. More tears louder cries. Others went to get the doctor to see what's wrong.
All of the students left, most left after the earthquake. My mom is still in the hospital, hours after Yugi's fever. Papa is a 'workaholic', now that his job wasn't as well paid as the last one. Now, there is no one with me but those human- eating carnivores…. and the remains of my brother served in a food dish on the dirty tables with no respect, what so ever.
The doctor came, he was about give me a check- up to see what was wrong but I refuse was kicking arms and punching legs (or the other way around). Instead I made him do a DNA check on the platter of meat located on the third table of the rundown food hall. Every thought it was odd and demanded for my brains to be checked ever so more. Some snickering was heard in the background but everyone ignored it wondering what the doctor would respond to it.
To assure a little girl, of course, the doctor must do as he is told. He took some blood samples and have someone run it to the lab as fast as he could. Everyone expected the blood DNA to belong to some animal (the factory was known for its unhealthiness so no one expects it to be full cow), but no one had expected to be a sample belong to a person or fuller more a kid.
After the results were sent back, they- those cannibals- vomit with disgust. Yep, it was definitely a Mutou bloodline (however, I was never, but I wouldn't have believed it anyway.) Cannibals, those mother- fucking cannibals. Those evil smart- asses ate my dear ole brother. The thought makes me trickle down with tears.
I am never going back to school again, never…. At least, not that school. So instead I was force to go to therapy, I needed it, and so it replaced school. But this didn't last for more than two weeks. That was the day of my brothers funeral, the day right after my birthday. I remember it well, little too well….
-To be continue-
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AN: Hey, it is me again. Sooooooooooooooooo sorry for the late late late late late update hope you like this chapter.