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Four of a Kind, Part Fifteen
Out of the shadows of a certain storage room, a ripple began to appear in the floor and the robed head of a Tomb Keeper appeared from the water-like waves. With the glow of an Item on his chest and his eyes held shut in concentration, he didn't move a muscle until the ground turned solid under him.
Once the ripples faded to concrete again, Shadi's eyes snapped open and he glanced around the room shortly until he found the cause for the sudden imbalance in the Cosmic Balance: Yami. Quickly and silently crossing the small, cramped room, Shadi came to kneel at the teen's side that lay sprawled out across the concrete floor. The frown on his face deepening, Shadi took the bearer by a shoulder and carefully rolled him onto his back... making Yami hiss in pain.
The frown over the Keeper's brow furrowed as he took in the teen's condition. The Puzzle no longer hung around his neck, so it was safe to say that the bearer's current condition was in result of that. His skin
Four of a Kind, Part Fourteen
You shook your head in disbelief, for the whole idea was just too strange to consider... let alone accept! You didn't know this man and he wasn't part of your family, that much you knew... there had to be another explanation for this.
"N-No." You managed to finally say, "My father is dead. He died with the rest of my family in a car accident..."
He took a moment to respond, "...Your adoptive family died that day, not your birth family."
"This... this is impossible. You must be mistaken...?"
"There is no mistake, ________."
"B-But... maybe this IS all some big mistake. Maybe you're mixing up my dad with another man you knew... I'm sure there are plenty others with the name ++++++?"
Slowly, he shook his head in silence... then he turned his stare to meet yours and you frowned to find that those tears you thought you had seen before were gone. Slowly, he placed his hand on your shoulder, "You desired the truth... an act in itself which is very brave." Then his hand
Four of a Kind, Part Sixteen
"...If you see him, please give me a call." Ryou spoke over the phone to his friend, "Ya... well, it's a long story... sure... just let me know, ok? Thanks, Joey, I owe you one. Bye."
Putting the phone back on the receiver, Ryou sunk himself down in one of his kitchen chairs. He'd already been to the hospital only to find the staff in a panic because one of their patients had run off during the night... then the white-haired boy found out it was his brother and he began to panic too. Because he didn't have a license yet to cruise around in, he was forced to go back home via taxi cab. The second he got home, he began calling all his friends - except the Mutos and the Ishtars who are probably still out for Bakura's head - as to whether or not they've seen the white-haired lunatic. Nobody had so far, but everyone promised to call if they did...
That's where he was now - recuperating from his multiple conversations, sparing everyone of any less-than-helpful details,
Right There All Along Kaoru x readerYou pound on the door, tears streaming down your face. Your best friend opens the door.
"(Name)?" Kaoru asks. You throw your arms around him, crying softly into his shoulder.
"What happened" he whispers into your hair
"H-Hikaru" you choke out. Kaoru sighs and pulls you through the door, closing it behind you.
This has happened to you twice before this week. Your relationship with the red head was falling apart.
"What did he do?" Kaoru asks when you sit on the couch, he gets up to make you some tea.
"He got mad at me..." You say. Kaoru freezes.
"If he- (name), you would tell me if he hurt you, right?"
"He didn't. Not physically. But I would tell you if he did"
Kaoru continues making tea quietly.
"I found him with a girl from the academy. They were kissing and...." Your voice breaks as you furiously blink back tears. Kaoru abandons your tea and sits with you.
"I m-must've done something t-to upset him" you stutter through your tears. Before you know it you're a blubbering mess and clutch
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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