Eye Gate Deep 09
By Elanor Pam
"Bloodied Doll"
February 11, 2003: Began chappie. I'm starting to get scared at myself.
March 10, 2003: Hey, today was my first day at University. I also met a lot of crazy anime loonies like me. Of course, I'm doing Japanese!!
March 31, 2003: 21 days after last time, I write barely a page but more info about this Yuugiverse than in any other chapter as far as I remember! Cheers!!
Disclaimer: YGO isn't mine, as much as I grieve. Oh, and this chapter isn't suitable for weak stomachs, be warned.
WARNING: IMPLIED (what am I saying? It's all but screamed) PEDOPHILE THOUGHTS. From now on, this fic is officially R-rated.
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It was as if another person was standing in front of him.
The headmaster stopped in his tracks, surprised. That reaction was so sudden, so out of place – considering the boy's well-known sweet and gullible nature, that had made him a preferential target in the school… he should know! The humble, frail boy that always entered his room looking towards the floor, and looked into his eyes before exiting the room, making him nervous…
The boy that always walked with his knees bent, as if waiting to crouch should a fist come down on him; always with his shoulders stiff, as if frozen in the middle of a flinch…
Now he stood proudly, shoulders set and legs stretched; that was the first time he had noticed the boy's real height and appearance. He was slim, with delicate hands coming out of his dark jacket, and slender legs; his feet seemed to barely touch the floor. His blond bangs seemed electrified, more than the normal; the tearstains still lined his light bronze cheeks, the trails shimmering against the light – but his eyes were sharp, daring and… disdainful.
That made his anger stir – he was the only one with the right to be disdainful there. That was just some little boy that also happened to be a two-faced bastard like him. He had no right to scorn when he should be the one being scorned!
"You—"
Yuugi blinked slowly, eerily, his thick black eyelashes standing out against the white of his eyes; the small, enticing smile still adorned his features. It made something like an ice cube slide down his spine, making him shudder, although he could not be sure if the reason was fear; the petite boy was motionless, frozen in the same position, and no muscle, not even on his face, seemed to have moved when he blinked. He couldn't help but think about dolls – delicate, immobile, hard… some of them would only move their eyelids, blinking eerily at their owners… their stone-like faces never changing, always frozen in a perpetual, enticing, inviting smile…
The man gave a – nervous – smile of his own. "Looking confident, eh? You shouldn't be…"
"You're so pale…" sang the boy, his developing voice getting lower in scale towards the end of the statement. Yuugi noticed it, and chuckled at himself; blinking once again, he leaned slightly towards his foe, in a manner that seemed, for him, to be at the same time graceful and extremely menacing. "You shouldn't be…"
'AARGH!!' the man gritted his teeth. The boy had blinked – oh, he hated those violet eyes already, they made his knees weak. He had to make sure to claw them out very painfully. In fact, he hated his whole body language, the way he stood like a bronze glossy ballerina statue with the shining pyramid seeming to center its shimmer around him; he seemed able to melt within the twilight around him at anytime, without effort…
"After all," the boy kept on saying, his voice spreading around him like water "I'm just a helpless, scared boy… and it's very easy to go and take what you want from a scared boy. When the boy isn't scared, well, that's another thing…" he crossed his arms, lifting his head and looking at his foe as if the Headmaster was a little boy waving a wooden sword.
The headmaster growled. Take what you want seemed to echo inside his head, bringing "sensations" all over his body. He gritted his teeth more, squeezing his hands in fists. "Do you think I'm playing?" he muttered, through his teeth.
"You said it yourself," Yuugi closed his eyes, calmly. "You said 'I don't think there's a better way to play with a little dwarf'. But I know of a good game…"
The boy he thought he knew lifted his eyelids gently, violet hypnotizing orbs slowly revealing themselves to the faint light; his lips slowly parted, reflecting the light as if, instead of flesh, they were made of peach.
It was worse than him blinking. It was as if he was inviting all living beings around to a painful sweet death. And, comparing him to the innocent boy he seemed to be a minute before made that effect even stronger – a painful sweet death, by the hands of a petite angel of innocence…
It was hard to deny that. And he had to stop thinking about "hard".
The headmaster shuddered again at the thought, and shook his head to clear his thoughts. 'Don't look into those eyes… don't look AT those eyes… they scramble your thoughts…'
'Scramble.'
His eyes traveled to the shining puzzle, hanging under the boy's crossed arms. Trying not to look underneath that, he looked at his watch, remembering then that he had lost it. He heard the boy chuckle at that, and tried to subdue his voice's effect on him.
'The puzzle has powers; I know it from Suzuharu's old archives. I guess the magic that seemed to stick in Yuugi's hand's skin came from it…' he fought the urge to glance at the little doll in front of him, and tried to recall everything he knew about the Puzzle. 'One of seven, right… and they give "The power and knowledge of Darkness"…'
"That puzzle," he started "Did you put it together?"
"You want it, right?" Yuugi retorted, bluntly, wearing that same smile. He took it off his neck by the strap, making it swing slowly to the sides, in front of him. "I'll hand it to you… if you win the game. But if you lose, Jounouchi-kun and Honda-kun are to get back to normal – and I'll give you the punishment I see fit." The boy blinked eerily again, the puzzle still swinging hypnotically in front of his peach-skinned face. "Do you accept?"
The man resisted the urge to run and bite that face. He had to wonder if the boy was doing that on purpose or if it was all the result of his overworking imagination. He loosened his tie, feeling his clothes stick on him with sweat, and it made him shudder again; his skin was getting oversensitive. He mourned the loss of his cigar-butt; chewing on it always calmed his urges.
Feeling very dumb, he searched inside his pockets with trembling hands and picked his cigar-case, wondering why the heck he had forgotten about it. He clicked his lighter, but it didn't work. Cussing, he threw it on the ground, putting the cigar in his mouth and chewing on it anyway.
He glanced again at the boy, that hadn't moved an inch. The petite thing only looked at him, his eyes spearing at his soul as if they were able to make him drop dead on the spot, the puzzle still swinging, marking the seconds that passed. His skin absorbed the swinging light like velvet, his shadow projecting itself around him and swinging to the opposite sides. His face also seemed to melt and form itself from the moving shadows, but his eyes seemed to remain – eyes sharper than daggers. He was very serious, and looked at him with distrust.
Nope, the boy had no idea what he was doing. He didn't know what that cool, ice-carved look was doing to his foe. The principal really liked children; they never knew what they did to him…
"About this game," the man's voice was slightly husky, and he coughed to mask it "before I decide to play or not, can I know what it's about?"
"You mean rules and bets?" he twisted his wrist, the strap of the puzzle coiling around his arm like a snake. "The game is hide-and-seek. Always so easy to understand and perform. And you have to admit you have an advantage, since you have longer legs…"
Hide-and-seek. That boy really wanted him to stop thinking straight. He looked towards his student's legs, with the intention of measuring them, but ended up only noticing how the material wrapped up those slender forms… his eyes traveled up, and he caught himself in a staring contest against the buckle of his belt.
"The rules—" the boy kept on, his musical voice with a hint of death-warning "are: I'll hold the puzzle like this," he lifted his arm, his dark flannel jacket elusively revealing the form of a slim arm, and let the strap of the puzzle uncoil from his arm, making the pendant hang again "and you'll have to grab it. My purpose is keeping you away from your prize. The light will have to be your own; I'm going to hide in the dark. You win when you take the prize from me."
"And you…?" the Principal squeaked weakly, wiping a bead of sweat that was trailing distractingly down his neck.
"Me what?" asked Yuugi, calmly, his lids lowered, that same unnerving smile on his lips and the same position.
The Principal breathed deeply, wiping more sweat. "I win when I take the puzzle. Then there must be a rule that will make you the winner…"
"Since you seemed to know some magic, I thought it would be obvious to you," he said, the same expression finely polished on his face; his lips seemed to move without moving any other muscle on his face. "I win when you lose yourself and become unable to play. Because this is a game of darkness, to which we are both being subjected, and it has already begun…"
"So," the Headmaster wheezed, taking out his sweaty tie and throwing it on the ground "It has already affected me, right? I confess I don't know much about games of darkness…" he licked the sweat around his lips with a smile, finally letting his cigar drop "but it seems to have made my skin get oversensitive…"
Yuugi didn't seem to listen to the comment, as he started unbuttoning his flannel jacket with all the serenity and coolness of the world. The headmaster started walking towards him in a weird way, his eyes wide and demented, a mad grin on his lips, showing yellowed teeth.
"So… if the game of darkness has already begun… do I get to grab my prize NOW?"
He pounced at the little doll with all the speed he could gather – to have a sudden meeting with darkness.
He felt something flat like a small foot hit him squarely in the nose.
"WHA~~?!"
"The game has already begun…" echoed the musical, enchanting voice, making the air waver and suffocate him.
He lifted his hand and summoned a fireball, but still there was something covering his eyesight. Touching his face, his hand came in contact with flannel.
"…" he held the jacket, blinking. He couldn't imagine how the boy had managed to take out his jacket while still holding the puzzle, but shrugged it off, letting the cloth drop to the ground. "So the game begins…"
He looked around, his eyes wide and bloodshot.
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'I really never liked the way he looked at my body.'
Yuugi hugged his arms, breathing silently in the darkness; the cave was chilly, and he had to take off his jacket in a hurry. He threw the adult another withering glare. He had doubted the man's intentions, but didn't imagine he had that in mind.
'He looked at me as if I was a sheep and he was the wolf… the Game of Darkness had already affected him badly.' He watched as the man ran towards his opposite side, his fireball following him. 'The Game of Darkness brings out and strengthens a person's most striking traits, be them "gifts" or "flaws"… unfortunately, most people seem to have only striking flaws…'
If he had a choice, he'd avoid playing hide-and-seek, principally because his adversary seemed to consider it some kind of foreplay; but, since he didn't have any other material to work with, he had to take the risk – that or leaving his friends vegetating forever, an unacceptable option.
He took a moment to search his memory for any rumor or newspaper article about "The Headmaster of Domino High School" and bad actions with students, but couldn't remember anything. The man seemed to behave well in front of the public, had enough influence to muffle denunciations, and was probably very secretive of whatever he did. He searched more for schoolmates that had mysteriously transferred, but it was the same – most of the ones he had gotten to hear about had moved to other cities and all those normal reasons. The only abnormal case was one boy whose parents had won the lottery, so they transferred him to a very expensive school for spoiled brats. But, still, he always looked at the students with weird eyes, chewing his cigar, and seemed to like it when they cringed… he also seemed to enjoy threatening Jounouchi with the working license…
He heard steps nearing him, and tensed his legs for a jump.
"There you are, little thing…" a voice hissed, a few meters away.
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The man grabbed madly at the silhouette ahead of him, without feeling the saliva trailing down his jaw; all his skin throbbed, aching for the touch of that velvet doll…
He slammed painfully against the cave wall, his fireball disappearing in a puff. Behind him, soft tapping sounds showed that his little doll was jumping away from his reach, farther into the surrounding darkness.
Forgetting the pounding in his head, he turned, staggering as he ran towards the sound.
"Don't ruuuuuun…" he moaned, more drool streaming down his jawbone from the same demented grin. "It almost looooooks… like you dun' wanna… be CAUGHT!!"
As he raised a hand, the darkness suddenly jumped back from the enormous flame he evoked, the red light revealing stony walls, spear-like stalactites… and a flash of golden.
Caught in mid-jump, his prey could only look back at him, the puzzle dangling from the strap, held between his thin fingers…
The hunter jumped after the dancing gold, reaching out a sweaty hand…
…and grasped the arm that held it.
The boy's eyes widened, and the hunter's sick grin did the same; abruptly, his vision flickered, and the arm he held now belonged to a scared black-haired girl, her eyes panicked and angry behind glasses…
Multiple things stabbed into his hand, and the arm he held didn't feel soft anymore. His grin disappeared with the surprise, and he didn't notice he was still mid-air until he fell on the ground, awkwardly, twisting a leg in the process.
He kneeled and looked at what he held in his hand – a bronze doll arm, covered with spikes and, now, his blood.
"Looks like your prize has changed, right?" the alluring voice resounded, seemingly from all sides. "It's not the puzzle anymore… well, too bad…" A snap of fingers was heard, and, in front of the flabbergasted eyes of the Headmaster, all secret passageways were opened. Above, by the sides, on the ground, it looked like the cave was full of holes yawning to the Nothingness.
He felt the ground tremble under his knees. Looking around, he gaped as all walls twisted and turned in corners and stairs…
"The change in the rules implies change in environment," explained the soft voice; the sounds seemed to echo magically in his eardrums. "Since the prize quit being the puzzle and became…"
Small, soft arms encircled his shoulders, the hands reaching till his collarbone and touching his neck lightly; a warm, smooth body pressed itself against his back, while the point of the puzzle stabbed the base of his backbone painfully; he felt a soft breath tingle in his ear, as that enticing voice whispered:
"…me."
He paled, and had all reasons to do so.
After a second, bronze spikes pierced his skin.
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Suzuki blinked, looking to the sides, then looked back at her companions. They hadn't noticed her movement.
She sighed quietly in relief. There was no use in worrying them. But she couldn't help the strange feeling she had…
"Suzuki-sensei…?" Anzu asked, softly, her eyes shimmering, reflecting the light she held. "You seem to know something about this place, right?"
"About this place…" Suzuki stopped for a moment, surprised with the sudden question, and then widened her steps, catching up with the girl. Thinking for a few seconds, she decided her student deserved some truth. "Sincerely, I'm as surprised as you are. You don't get to be transported to some weird caves everyday… but I think – no, I'm sure it has something to do with the Memory Keepers."
Sugoroku inhaled, but said nothing. Suzuki went on, oblivious, but Anzu glanced at him slightly.
"The 'Memory Keepers' are supposed to be spread throughout the whole planet, guarding the knowledge of the lost civilizations. For some time, I believed that they were mostly scientists, archeologists, researchers – these kind of… normal people. My… father… was one that, still nowadays, I'd call a 'memory keeper'. He was very interested in lost civilizations. He made a lot of effort to gather more information on them. But my father isn't the issue here."
Her gaze traveled on the surface of one of the walls, melancholically. "It looks like there is something more involved in this Memory-Keeping thing. From what happened about half-hour ago, we can only arrive at three conclusions: or we are dealing with some sort of magical power, or it's some kind of very, very advanced technology."
"And the third conclusion?" Anzu blinked, awed by the cool and calculating woman by her side.
Suzuki looked coldly ahead.
"…both."
Anzu absorbed the information quietly, looking at the light beam from the flashlight. She slowed the pace almost imperceptibly, trying not to strain herself too much – her head was beginning to throb and she didn't want to be kept out of things.
The girl lifted her head again. "Is there any more information to share with us, sensei?" she asked, "About the memory keepers or what the headmaster wants?"
Suzuki seemed to flinch at the mention of the Headmaster.
"Well, I won't be the one to choke a question when I'm always asking my students to discuss matters…" she begun, smiling somewhat bitterly. "The memory keepers… as I said, they seem to be everywhere. But, at the same time, they can't be found anywhere officially. That's kind of hard to explain…"
She paused, but, as none of them tried to break the silence, she went on.
"There are some people who search for these Memory Keepers. Some of them just want… info. Researchers. Others are looking for their secrets. You know, the magic or technology I told you about. Others are just doing that for the sheer adventure, others want legendary treasures, others search them for political reasons – you know, they act in a certain area, the big guys don't like it and are afraid of them, etc, etc, etc. Still, they remain a mystery. Some of these 'hunters' simply disappear, drop out of the face of the earth; others get tired and give up; others simply are too stubborn to give up but can't seem to find a clue to follow… to put it simply, the Memory Keepers are around, but don't seem to have an official territory. They're like a big anonymous organization. But that's simply impossible – unless this theory I'm forming right now is correct. Unless this place is associated with the memory keepers."
She caressed the wall with a finger, feeling the rough scratches under it. "We arrived here with some kind of magic or technology, right? In a cave. That could be some kind of transportation means. And the memory keepers could possibly live or meet in places like these, using that same means of transportation to come and go… and they must be a lot of people. After all, this place is extremely big and deep, and, although it was probably abandoned for some time, seem to be able to give decent shelter. The seemingly most important corridors were all chiseled without frilliness but with care; there are secret passageways all around; there are specific points for people to be transported to. This all is evidence that this place was carefully built to hold a lot of people for a long time. Built just under our houses. Under our noses. Underground."
Her finger touched a particularly deep crack on the wall. "It looks like this place was attacked by something hideous and powerful, and that's why it was abandoned. I wonder what kind of memory keepers lived here? What did they guard? Who may know right now…"
"Suzuki-san…" Sugoroku began, quietly. "I guess you forgot to tell about the H…"
He trailed and stopped, as Suzuki pushed the wall – and it moved.
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The Headmaster ran up a long set of stairs, embracing an unwelcomed wall once again.
Startled by the whacking sound he had made, the man looked around, almost ready to jump; he was now sweating cold, and the blood that came out of his wounds was mingling with it. He was too frightened to consider conjuring a fireball and looking at himself or where he was going.
He was sweating, but with fear.
He was shaking, but with fear.
He was weak, but with fear.
In mere seconds, their roles had changed.
He had lied; he knew quite a lot about the Games of Darkness, and knew that, when a rule wasn't specified, everything was fair. He was just… mind-numbed at the moment. He regretted it now. He could have specified rules to give him advantage, but nooo, he had to be distracted by the boy.
Maybe he did know what he was doing with him.
When the rules changed, there was no specification, apart from the change in "prize"; he now had to catch the boy. He'd rather catch the puzzle like he should have done. After all, having to catch the boy didn't mean the boy couldn't use whatever he had in hands to stop him from doing so. And the boy had quite a bit of magic in his hands. Dang, he should have caught the damned puzzle. After that, he would be able to gloat and do whatever he wanted with the boy.
By now he'd rather kill him quickly; that boy was scaring him way too much, and he hated being scared…
…was that the sound of clothes flapping?
He turned around, feeling cold to the deepest core, but didn't meet a pair of deadly violet eyes like he thought he would. Instead, there was a little girl, no more than 9 years old, sitting on the ground, hugging her knees.
She looked at him coldly through a pair of glasses, that reflected a ghostly light. Dressed in black from head to toe, her black hair falling over her extremely pale face, her eyes blood-shot… she looked like a macabre vampire spawn.
Very cute, in his tastes. But right now he was just spooked out of his mind.
He turned to run away, his breath caught in his throat, his eyes burning, seeing nothing in front of him; he never noticed the stairs were narrow, and the floor was a long way down…
Luckily – or not –, he fell on a set of stairs that was crossing the way down.
Wondering if his arm and ribs were broken, he sat up, weakly. He could faintly see the stairs going on above him…
The girl.
Sitting there, a few steps above him, as if she had been there the whole time. Looking at him coldly through a pair of glasses…
"I know everything."
He tried desperately to get up, shuffling backwards on his butt, his unmoving arm bouncing over each step he managed to go down; still, even though the girl remained unmoving, she always seemed to be at the same distance. Just a few steps up, no matter how many he went down.
"I know what you did to my sister." Her eyes were still cold, boring into his soul like spears.
"You… you…" he squeaked, in sheer terror.
"I know what you did to my father." Her bloodshot eyes seemed to dig in deeper…
"You… you should be…" he kept on awkwardly going downstairs, painfully, but the girl just wouldn't go away…
"I saw it." The phantasmagoric girl never moved an inch, but her glasses suddenly flashed. "And you can't do a thing."
"…DEAD!! I saw it—" he was shaking – feeling helpless, terrified like he never did before…
"Oh, you saw it?" the girl suddenly stood up, putting one hand over her face with a smirk. "Or wasn't it more like you DID IT?!"
Without a change in expression, the girl ripped half her face with her nails, blood trailing down her neck and into her black dress.
The man released a bloodcurdling scream, falling down the stairs in his panic, until he finally reached a flat surface; hoping against all hope she was gone, he looked up…
She was there. A few steps above him, sitting, hugging her knees. Her bloodshot eyes behind the glasses bore into his soul with the same coldness, the same intensity. Her black hair still covered her extremely pale face.
But now half her face was covered with blood. It had already soaked a good part of her black dress, and was making a small puddle on the ground as it dripped, slowly. Still, she didn't even seem to notice it.
"Do you really think you can get away with murder?" asked her, softly. "I know what you did… I know everything you did… and it's not that easy to get rid of a memory…"
She reached a hand towards him, as if to touch his face, but halfway she seemed to get blurred, to transform…
Yuugi touched the Headmaster's cheek with a finger, his face dripping blood, his shirt soaked; the blood puddle was still on the ground. He was pale as death, but his eyes were cold, infinitely cold.
"Game over." His lips never moved, as spikes came from him and around him to stab the man mercilessly…
The voice came from behind the Headmaster, and, as he was speared beyond pain, he bent backwards…
Yuugi, looking utterly disgusted and sick, was leaning with his back to the wall, arms crossed. The headmaster could only look at him, baffled, recognizing that place as the "change of rules" point… the boy hadn't moved from that place ever since…
Yuugi put the puzzle back on his neck, and walked towards him a few steps.
"I win."
The cave now seemed to not have changed at all. The same walls, no stairs, no passages, no nothing.
No creepy girl. No enticing little doll…
Just a very creepy, pale, and now silently and discreetly infuriated, student.
"And I can understand a few things I couldn't before," he kept on. "Even though I couldn't see what you were seeing. Anyway, the moot point is: you wanted my puzzle, but were too weak to get it; after that, you wanted me, but were also too weak to get me. You let yourself be led by illusions too much. You let yourself be guided by your "sensitive skin"… you have a weak heart. Well, what to expect from a sick bastard." His eyes shone eerily, and the faint image of a third eye started to form itself on his forehead…
The Eye of Horus flashed gloriously, complete with the tear streaks, crossing his eyes like a tattoo; his whole figure seemed to melt within the darkness, his shirt and hair flapping over the amount of power that his body was emitting…
"Your punishment of darkness is… drowning within the blood you have shed."
Letting the light die, Yuugi turned around and, leaning on the wall, started walking back to Jounouchi and Honda. Now, all he had to do was wait for them to wake up, since it was stated in the rules that they'd be freed if his foe were defeated…
Behind him, the man trashed and gurgled desperately, until all sounds disappeared.
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Yuugi staggered a bit, and his legs finally gave up; he fell on his knees, hugging his recently recovered jacket.
He felt sick, a bitter taste flowing up his stomach. He had managed to keep his cool in front of that… creature, but now everything was crumbling on him…
Even though he knew the man had no way to win, he just felt sick – knowing that people like that existed… knowing that people like that were around…
And Jounouchi was lucky for having entered Domino High School just that year. With time, the treats would grow until he had no way out…
And what would be about "himself"? What would that man do? What kind of plans did he have?
Unable to hold back, Yuugi threw all contents of his stomach out.
'I'm pretty sure this is gonna give a huge backlash…' he wiped his mouth. 'Crap…'
Making some effort to calm himself down, he stood up again, dressing his jacket, and walked a bit, breathing deeply, still leaning on the wall. Avoiding a crack that seemed particularly huge under the light of the puzzle, he was finally able to see his two companions, still stretched out on the ground like two rag dolls.
The boy swayed and blinked, as if he was waking up from a dream. "Jounouchi-kun…? Honda-kun…?"
Yuugi looked around, bewildered, but couldn't see anybody else. Hesitantly at first, then at full speed, he ran towards his two friends, shaking them desperately.
"Honda-kun, wake up!! Wake up, Jounouchi-kun, please, wake up, you two…" he pleaded, his eyes filling with tears; each unresponsive second added more to the anguish that was threatening to swallow his mind. "WAKE UP!!" he finally screamed. "WAKE UP, PLEASE!!!"
Receiving no response, he bowed his head in despair…
SNOOOOOOORE
Honda blinked and rubbed an eye, trying to focus his eyesight in the twilight; he sat up, sleepily, and looked disapprovingly at his noisy friend, without noticing Yuugi's delighted expression.
"Stop snoring, pig…" he nudged Jounouchi, groggily; the next moment, though, he was standing up in a jump, groaning because of his back, and falling into fighting stance, looking around much like Yuugi had done before.
Seeing no threat, he looked down at his teary-eyed friend. "…where is the freak?"
"I don't know…" the boy answered weakly, a big smile adorning his pale face. "He was here threatening me, and when I notice he's gone… I was so afraid…" he raised a hand to his head, that was starting to feel numb.
He was suddenly hit by a wave of nausea; the last thing he saw before darkness engulfed his vision was Jounouchi sitting up and freaking out at him.
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April 24, 2003: Whew… finally, 'tis finished!! Big thanks to Lily22, that proofread this monster twice, and to Alecto Perdita, since I'm a big fan of his "Gifted" fic and he just reviewed me saying wonders about this Yuugiverse ^^ This took long because University has been sucking out my energy and my sister has been studying computational methods or whatever the freaky thing is called. Anyway, it's done and over with… at least this chapter. The other one has… one sentence, right now. ^___^; Yay…
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