Random babble not needed, Thank you reviewers!
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BloodMistress: I had a special requst to write those two chapters, but thanks for reviewing even though you didn't really like it!
Pharaoh Star Yami: This is normal in my line of thought! Will torture all characters more in future! Promise!
"We are in the deepest shit in existence." Tristen muttered, cradling his sister in his arms and gently stroking her hair.
"We know, so stop stating the obvious." Seto growled, finally stopping his pacing and flopping down next to his brother who was curled in a corner and clung to him as soon as the brunette sat down. It was then there was a soft moan of pain from the other corner of the cell where the guards had thrown Yami.
"Unnh." He moaned, moving slightly as moaning louder in the intense pain that shot through him.
"Are you ok Yami?" Seto said off handedly, wincing slightly at the memory of what his twisted stepfather had done to his fellow duelist.
"As ok as can be expected." Yami grumbled, rubbing his eyes gently and trying to sit up, only to fall back again with a pained yelp.
"Is that what he did to you?" Tristen suddenly said out of the blue, looking up from his sister to the young CEO in they're midst.
"Yes, if you must know." Was the murmured reply as Seto pulled Mokuba a bit closer to him, burying his face in his brother's hair and feeling slightly comforted.
"Seto, do you think he meant it? That he's going to do that to all of us?" Mokuba mumbled, his face pressed into his brother's shoulder.
"I don't know, I really don't know."
"I sincerely hope not! If that basted lays a finger on Kerry, god help me I shall kill him!" Tristen growled, causing his sister to pull into him slightly, feeling her brother's muscles tense and sensing his anger like very few could.
"What's the deal with your sis anyway Tristen?" Mokuba said, turning around in Seto's lap and looking at the pair.
"She was born blind, deaf and dumb, nothing the doctors could do. There was a possibility I would turn out the same. That's why I was abandoned, I failed an eye test and my parents decided that they couldn't deal with two disabled children, so they took Kerry and left. Since we met each other, we've developed our own language, Kerry touches areas on her body to talk to me, and I have to touch areas on her to reply. It's simple enough once you're used to it; but no one else can be bothered to learn, so I'm the only one Kerry can talk to." Tristen nuzzled his face into his sister's neck and she smiled slightly, saying something to him that made her brother smile to as he replied.
"Well, anyone got any idea's on how to get out of here?" Yami said, propping himself up slightly as he spoke, wincing slightly, but getting used to the sensation.
"We're not going to try and escape." Seto said, his face turned from the others, waiting for them to blow and demand why, and just like expected...
"What?! What the hall do you mean, 'we're not going to try and escape'?! You mean we're just going to sit here and wait?! We'll never get out that way! That's how we'll die!"
"Shut up Tristen. Just trust Seto on this one, and besides, I think we'll have enough injuries without you and Seto decapitating each other." Mokuba muttered, stopping Seto in his line of retaliation and explanation.
"Personally, I agree with Mokuba on this one." Yami said, as Tristen opened his mouth to say something else, looking to him for support.
"Fine, you idiots stay here. I'm going." Tristen muttered, helping his sister up and picking her up piggyback style, before pulling a small knife from his pocket and beginning to pick the lock.
"Tristen! Sit down you idiot! Who says he won't go one step further with the next person he gets?! I know you're trying to be big and prove your manhood or something along those lines, but you won't have a manhood to prove if you get caught by that freak!" That stopped the brunette's escape attempt in its tracks, and he sat down with a mumbled 'it was only an idea'.
