Title: Darkness.
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A/N: I don't want to talk, I'm tired.
Seto: Good.
A/N: I may be tired but I can still whip you! (ahem) I realized I didn't put the disclaimer on the last chapter but I'll put it here now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Kazuki Takahashi does.
Now, on with the fic!
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Yuugi, Joey, and Izama were all at Yuugi's house, playing Budokai3 on his PS2.(A/N: I have that game, It's awesome!) Yuugi's grandpa had to go on a business trip for two weeks but agreed to let Joey and Izama stay for winter break. Only because he thought they would be safer in a group. Yuugi pressed pause on his controller.
"Whats up Yug'?"
"I don't know. You ever have that feeling where something just isn't right?"
Izama looked up.
"Yea, I have. I get it a lot for some reason."(A/N: You'll know why later!;)
"Well, I have that feeling right now. I just hope something didn't happen to grandpa."
Izama put her hand on her friends shoulder.
"I'm sure he's fine. Maybe your just hungry?"
That caught Joey's attention.(A/N: Amazing since he doesn't have an attention span.)
"Oh yea! Lets get pizza!" He rushed to get the phone.
(Somewhere else)
Anzu's eyes tried to see through the darkness to see her captors face, but there were no lights. Apparently though, the mystery figure could see clearly, as he was looking straight at her smirking evilly. His smirk grew wider as he took pleasure from seeing the fear in her crystal blue eyes.
He reached over and tied her hands and legs together.
"We don't want you to leave now do we?"
He then brought over a vile. Inside was a strange coppery liquid. He shoved the substance down her throat.
It burned. It felt like acid and she wanted it gone. When the vile was empty and the man realized she was still alive he gave her more. And it burned even more. She couldn't take it and screamed. Screamed for Yuugi, Joey, even Izama to come and save her! But she knew no one could hear her.
The man obviously wasn't finished because he got one more bottle. Anzu was ready and she clamped he mouth shut. But he wasn't going for her mouth. He poured it all over her skin, smirking as she screamed in agony. And laughing as she died. But before he left, he wrote a little note on her remaining flesh.
No one threatens my Little One. Or his friends.
Yami Atemu.
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A/N: Flame Swordswomen asked for some torture and so there you have it! Tell me if you like.