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I'm sorry y'all.
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I know you really like it and all but I don't like this story and to hell with it.
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Hmm... I'll just give you a really long explanation on why I'm not writing this any more.
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Here it goes along with complaints and all that's wrong with the world 'cause we all love those things don't we?
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Just come to say that I won't be writing this story any more.
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I know I sure as hell don't.
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Ok I'll stop teasing you.
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Just read the stupid chappie!
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Lol
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Did I get you?
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Sorry if u thought I was serious.
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Chapter 25
He'll Try To Help You Listen Well
Yugi's small body thrashed as his world was plunged into darkness. He remembered going out to get a drink out of the cooler, which was placed right beside the tent, and then the next thing he knows is feel the rough material of a potato bag roughly forced over him. Struggling he tried to scream and fight back. Of course he was no match for the older man he still gave it his all hoping for extra strength to magically appear or his adrenaline to kick in. The huge bag fell all the way to the child's knees and he felt the man tie it tightly before quickly picking him up and running. Whimpering, he felt a hand cover his mouth from outside the bag. The bag smelled of hay and roughly grinded against the child's skin making it red with irritation.
"Shut up kid." He assumed the man holding him hissed. Arching his back against the man he tried once again a feeble attempt at escaping.
"Pl-please let m-me go." The young boy's whimpered, though it was slightly muffled from the hand still pressed tightly against his mouth. No one responded to the child's frightened plea. The child shivered as the cold mid-night air wrapped around them. Carrying the quietly sobbing child to his car he tightened his grip as he entered the old clunky car. Yugi honestly thought he was going to suffocate when he was not able to catch his breath again in the now hot and musty bag. Terror seized his small body as he felt the car start up and was placed into drive. He knew he had to get out because if he didn't there would be no hope at all at ever seeing Yami or anyone else again. He'd miss those who loved him, for once in his young life. He didn't know what they wanted but he knew it couldn't be good. Thrashing in the bag he tried once again but only to be slammed into something hard, guessing it was probably the door.
"Stay quiet or I'll beat you until you're unconscious." A man to his right threatened him, and to prove his point he reached over and smacking the boy's head against the door once more.
Wrapping his arms tightly around himself, from with in the bag, he continued to sob knowing he was fated to this inevitable death, or so the boy thought. He kept muttering about killing him quickly and pleading to let him say good bye to his family. The men around him were unaffected from the child's obvious distress. Now feeling lightheaded mixed with the terror of a thought death creeping up on him he quickly emptied his mind and was driven into submission. Maybe they'd do as he asked if he was good. All he knew is that he was as good as dead.
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Tristan rushed around the tent looking in all possible places for the boy, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy and gaining an ill lurch as he stumbled around. Slumping his shoulders, defeated, he sighed angrily and woke up his still sleeping friend. Once frantically waking his friend Tristan quickly drove to the police station to make a report and get some one out looking. Joey stayed behind hoping that the boy had just wandered off and would be back.
Once squads were sent out Tristan nervously reached for the telephone and held it contemplating on if he should call. With trembling hands he dialed the hospital and asked fro Yami Moto's room.
"Hello?" A woman answered. Sighing Tristan knew it was Alas who had answered. He was so ashamed that he had allowed this to happen and deeply dreaded this conversation.
"Alas." He paused, waiting for the right words to exit his mouth. Hoping someone would radio that they found him and he could then tell them what happened and that he was fine, but no such luck. "I have bad news." He stumbled over the next words hoping to stall from the truth. "Yugi, he-"
"Yugi? Wait. What happened to Yugi? Is he ok!" Her voice increasingly got louder and panicky. Wish he could answer the last question Tristan sighed before explaining what had happened.
"How am I going to tell Yami?"
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Once the car had stopped the man that had grabbed the boy from the tent hefted him over his shoulder. The child hadn't made a sound in a while, but the men seemed please that they didn't have to put up with an annoying little boy.
"Hey what you got?" A gruff voice asked inquiring the bag with two little legs sticking out the end. "What a second. Is that a kid?"
"What does it look like Keith you moron." The man said placing the boy on his feet. The boy staggered and collapsed to the floor.
"Are you all morons? We don't do kidnappings. It's too messy."
"You know work is hard to come by. We take what we get." Yugi felt some one untie the tight rope around his ankles.
"Did you think about leaving air holes? And these ropes are too tight. Don't people usually need the kid alive for anything to work?"
"No. We're not holding him for ransom. We were just ordered to grab the kid, roughly or not, didn't matter. Then deliver him to his said parents."
"Humph." He gently pulled the bag from the child small body and gasped slightly. "And where exactly did you find him?"
"The police station. Followed them there." When the boy looked up his eyes focused on the man before him. Reorganization passed through his eyes but the child wisely stayed quiet from the look in the man's eyes.
"You both are complete idiots. You took him from a police station! Holy fuck we'll be screwed!" Yugi flinched from the man's risen voice.
"That was the order." One said snidely. Keith bent down and touched the child's face. He was sweaty and hot, it also looked like it was hard for the boy to catch his breath.
"Get out of here. I'll take to a room." The three men snorted and went to tell their boss the kid was here. "Yugi?" The child flinched again and looked up into Bandit Keith's eyes.
"Don't h-hurt me." He whimpered closing his eyes.
"Shh…I won't hurt you. Just calm down." He muttered softly when tears slid down the boy's face. The dirty haired blond inspected the child for injuries. "It's alright I'm just looking to see if you're hurt." Noticing the blood trickling on the young boy's neck he cursed slightly. Cringing away from the older man's touch Yugi tried to get free. "No. No. Shh…calm down. I'm not mad at you."
"I'm scared." The child said softly.
"It's alright. I won't let them hurt you alright?" The child hesitantly nodded getting a small smile from Keith. "Just do everything I say and everything will be ok."
"Promise?" Yugi said in a small voice.
"I do." Smiling slightly the boy nodded as a new set of tears trickled down his cheeks. The man gently wiped them away and pulled the boy close. Lifting the 5 year old up he held him firmly against his chest. "Try to relax. Don't get to stressed out. Your breathing doesn't seem to be very good right now. Probably from being half suffocated." He absentmindedly muttered the last part to himself. Resting his head against the older man's chest he tried to calm himself down knowing he could trust this man. Keith gently rubbed calming circles on the boy's back trying to help the boy relax. Yugi mildly watched were they were going as he grew tired. Once reaching a room Keith stopped and quietly opened the door. Walking inside he gently laid the boy on a near by bed and tucked him in.
'Those God dammed idiots. Arg. This is why we don't kidnap. It's always too messy when there are children involved. Especially with the child will get hurt. Cops thrive on finding those who kidnap children, they never stop and now this boy. The son of a cop. They won't stop until they find him. I just can't let my little neighbor get hurt either. I've heard Yami talk about him. How he was abused by his parents.' Keith thought deeper about plans on getting out of here. He watched the small boy's chest rise and fall at a rhythmic pace. 'What have I gotten myself into?'
Sorry it's so short. I just wanted you all to know I'm still going to try on this story. I really am not please with this story. Seems to unreal. Yup. But I guess since so many like it I won't quite it. Hard to get any ideas for it. Sorry if it's going to painstakingly slow. Still planning on the ending 'cause I can't just leave you hanging can I? I not mean. So as long as I have people who want to know what happens I'll try to keep writing and coming up with more ideas. So thanx to those who reviewed even though I'm being a lazy azz and not working hard enough on it. Sorry.
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lol. hm. that is strange. see why i don't like this story. not very well planned out. : p
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I won't promise you anything but I'll try to look at your stories. I wrote it down cause i'm prone to forget. That's why I write my homework on my hand at skool