---woot another chapter. I'm hoping to finish writing this by the end of this month, I'll have it all posted by mid September. That's my plan at least; it all depends on what's going on and my Beta.
Like always thanks to reviewers!
Reviews:
OceanWaveBabeThere's nothing wrong with being slightly obsessed.
Ryou's Kitty: Yup I member you.
JenniChanwell the whole point of Survivor is to be the last one left on the Island... but in this game it probably is best to be voted off.
clamsofmacabreAwesome!
Red Rose YukiYou'll have to wait and find out.
Windy BakuraI'm trying to write longer paragraphs! I told a lot of people it was better, I can't keep track of who all I told.
Now let the torment- I mean story, begin---
Day Seven
Early morning Totama Tribe, Atemu sat on the beach.
"657,351,021... 657,351,022... 657,351,023..."
"What's he doing?" Bakura just had to ask, he always loved questioning the sanity of the Pharaoh.
"Counting the grains of sand." Mako answered.
"Oh..." Bakura continued to watch him.
"657,351,024... 657,351,025... 657,351,026..."
"I always knew there was something wrong with that Pharaoh." Bakura shook his head hopelessly at Atemu.
"It seems a lot quieter without that girl and her friendship speeches." Marik sighed happily, finally having a little peace. But that never lasted long.
"Anyone in this tribe know how to catch fish?" asked Joey, Marik glared at him for breaking his silence.
"No." Tristan answered simply. Marik growled and got up. He grabbed a rather conveniently placed stick and headed towards the woods.
"Where are you going?" asked Ryou
"I'm going to catch whiny boy here some food."
And with that the blond yami disappeared into the trees.
"You let a psychotic freak run off alone in the woods with a stick..." Joey said to Ryou.
"I predict this won't end well." Said Espa. Ryou nodded in agreement.
Later at Totama, Malik sat in a large tree hugging Mr. Fuzzy tightly. Isis stood at the base looking up at him with a stern look on her face.
"Malik," she called up to him, "Get down from that tree."
"No."
"Come on little brother," Isis pleaded. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"I don't care," Malik said not looking down at his sister. "I'm not coming down. You're mean."
"It was a joke, Malik."
"What if they won the challenge!?" Malik exclaimed. "They could have killed Mr. Fuzzy! Stabbed him with forks! Hung him from a tree! Burned him at the stake!"
Malik gasped, his eyes wide with fear.
"They could have sent him to the Shadow Realm!" Malik hugged Mr. Fuzzy tightly and looked like he was about to cry. Isis shook her head at her brother and walked off.
"Why me..." she muttered.
Later that night at the Amerex Tribe, a certain blond yami had still not returned, and no one seemed worried, except Yugi of course.
"Where's Marik?"
"Hunting." Ryou answered.
"Shouldn't he be back by now?" asked Joey. Ryou thought for a second.
"He has been gone a long time..."
"Are there any animals out there to hunt?"
As an answer to Yugi's question, Marik returned right on cue carrying five dead squirrels and a dead badger.
"Who's hungry?"
Ryou, Joey, and Yugi looked at the dead animals disgusted.
Day Eight
Mai lay out on the beach with Isis, sun bathing.
"Your brother still up in that tree?"
"Yes..." Isis sighed, embarrassed herself of being stuck on the island with her brother.
"Does insanity run in your family?" Mai asked.
"I hope not." said Isis, trying not to think about how almost everyone she was related to was crazy.
About that time the very well known CEO of Kaiba Corp. walked by with a coconut up to his ear like a cell phone. Having given up on the laptop idea days before, he was not giving up on all technology. Unfortunately the best he could come up with, so far, was a 'cell phone', which was actually still just a coconut.
"What do you mean you haven't started production yet?" Seto said into the coconut as he walked by the two sun bathing, "That was supposed to be done by now! You know, I'm tired of you. When I get off this Island you're so fired..."
"Insanity is a male gene." Isis said as they watch Seto walk off with the coconut. Mai nodded in agreement.
At the big tree, Malik was busying himself by building a tree house. His sphinx plushie sat next to him as he worked.
"Don't worry Mr. Fuzzy," Malik said to the plushie, "We'll live in this tree house until they vote us off, which they won't. We'll form an alliance."
Malik picked up Mr. Fuzzy and hugged him again.
"Just you and me. Me and you. Malik and Mr. Fuzzy..."
Mr. Fuzzy shook his head hopelessly at Malik.
Meanwhile over at Amerex, the tribe mates were busying themselves with a song.
"The knee bone's connected to the leg bone," Espa sang.
"The leg bone's connected to the left bone," sang Joey.
"The left bone's connected to the red thing," sang Tristen.
"The red thing's connected to my wrist watch." sang Duke. Everyone else stared at him confused, and rather frightened.
"Here's the tree mail." Bakura said, returning from the woods with a piece of paper.
"Tomb Robber, you actually did something," Atemu said looking at the paper in Bakura's hands, "I'm impressed."
"I stole it from the other tribe." Bakura said casually.
"Oh." Sighed Atemu.
"What's it say?" Mako asked.
"I got it, I'm not reading it" Bakura scoffed.
"Give it here" Atemu growled taking the mail from Bakura.
'Woman vs. man,
Train your sixth sense if you can,
The immunity to win,
If you do then you'll grin.'
"Whoever is writing these is losing their touch." stated Bakura.
"Oh shut up," The voice from the bushes said, "This is hard you know."
"Who are you!?" Atemu asked looking at the bushes.
"Uhh..." the voice hesitated. "I AM NO ONE!"
They heard the bushes rustle as whoever the voice belonged to ran off.
Day Nine
As the tribes made there way to the immunity challenge, they were greeted not only by Jeff, but by a bunch of socks lying on the ground. They looked at them curiously.
"Nine days already tribes," said Jeff. "How are things going?"
"All the men in my tribe are insane." Isis said flatly.
"How so?" asked Jeff.
"Seto made a coconut cell phone." Mai answered
"My brother made an alliance with a plushie." answered Isis.
"No one was supposed to know about that!" Malik exclaimed.
"Bakura stole the tree mail from the other tribe." said Mai.
"That's why we didn't have any!"
"You can't go nine days on an island without stealing, can you?" Marik smirked at his lover.
"Nope." Bakura said smugly.
"What about you guys, Amerex?" Jeff said "How was the food Marik caught for you?"
"Pretty good." Ryou said. Joey stared wide eyed at him.
"You ate it!?"
"You didn't?"
"No, I threw my in the woods," Joey looked revolted, "I'm not eating badger."
"You were the one complaining about not having any food." Marik rolled his eyes.
"Well that's all fine and good, but now its time to play the game," Jeff smiled. "Mai and Yugi today."
"Do these socks have anything to do with it?" Mai questioned.
"Yup," Jeff said gleefully. "We have drawn symbols on them and you have to match them. The one with the most matches wins."
They all looked down at the socks. Then up at Jeff like he had lost his mind.
"Mai, you get to go first."
"Ok" Mai knelt down beside the socks and flipped two over.
"A heart and a balloon." Jeff commentated. "Yugi, your turn."
Yugi also knelt beside the socks and started turning them over.
"Heart... heart... stars... horseshoes..." Jeff said as Yugi flipped more and more over, getting every match right. "Clover... moons... pots of gold... rainbows... and balloons. Amerex wins."
"Yay!" cheered the Amerex Tribe.
"Totama," Jeff smiled at the losing Tribe, "I'll be seeing you again tonight."
That night, Totama was gathered at the tribal council area. Nothing had changed except that there were now only seven torches behind them.
"Well Totama," Jeff said to the downhearted looking castaways. "This is your second time at tribal council."
"And I can say that none of us are thrilled." Bakura grumbled.
"Anyone feeling vulnerable?"
"Didn't you ask that last time?" Mai questioned.
"Why must you all question me!?" Jeff yelled at them. Apparently the depressing mood of the losing Totama Tribe affected everyone. "I'm just trying to do my job!"
Jeff broke down. He hugged himself, rocking back and forth talking to himself.
"All I wanted to do was host a simple show! Is that so hard?!" Jeff said. "But NO, they all have to question my questions! They don't appreciate me..."
Totama was becoming scared now.
"Just go vote unappreciating ones!" Jeff yelled. The tribes mates got up to make their votes, very quickly. When they all returned to their seats on the benches Jeff seemed back to normal... to a certain extant. "Time to tally the votes."
Jeff got up and walked though the bushes. There was a crashed followed by a high pitched scream. Jeff stepped out of the bushes with the Millennium Puzzle Box.
"Was that you?" asked Bakura.
"Uh... no."
"Sure..." Bakura raised an eyebrow at him.
"Bakura, leave Jeff alone." Mai said, not wanting to witness Jeff break down again. "He's just trying to do his job."
"And I'm trying to get off this island." Bakura pouted a little crossing his arms over his chest glaring at everyone and everything.
"I deserve to go first," Seto said, "I have a company to run."
"And a sanity to maintain." Atemu added.
"Yeah!" Seto agreed, "...Wait..."
"Can I read the votes now?" Jeff asked impatiently.
"Whatever." some random people muttered.
"Good," Jeff pulled a slip of paper out of the Puzzle Box. "The first vote is for Atemu."
"NOOOOO!!!" Atemu cried out. "How could I lose!? I'm the King of Games!!!"
He curled up into a ball crying. Everyone shook their heads at him.
"You only got one vote," Jeff said. "You haven't lost yet."
"Oh... ok."
Atemu sat up perfectly fine. Jeff didn't bother to question the Pharaoh and pulled out another slip.
"Another vote for Atemu."
Atemu sat there gazing around, unfazed. Jeff shrugged and pulled another paper.
"Vote for Mai."
"Huh?!"
"Vote for Atemu..." Jeff sighed, looking down at the Puzzle Box, "You know this is boring. Mai, you lose."
"But Atemu got more votes then me!" Mai protested.
"Mai, the host has spoken." Jeff pulled a squirt gun out of the bushes and sprayed water at Mai, getting her wet and putting out her torch. She grumbled and left.
"I'm the only sane person left on the Island." Isis sighed.
"Yup." The voice in the bush laughed all insane like.
---All is fair in love and war.
Unfortunately Survivor is neither.---