Disclaimer: Kiki is owned by Hannah, my first reviewer, Caro's owned by Caroline, Marguerite, Catherine, and Hemsut, Me. Everyone else isn't mine either.

Chapter 6

The Attack

 

          “DON’T DO THAT AGAIN!” I screamed at Caro and Marguerite while walking back. I had threatened to release Marik on their driver if they didn’t walk with me.

          “Do what?” Caro held an ice pack to a bruise on her arm.

          “Don’t fight anyone physically in public,” I answered, annoyed.

          “You didn’t care when I broke Tristen’s leg,” Caro complained as we stopped at the mansion.

          Marguerite pushed the button, “Hey, Seto. Let us in!”

          The gate opened and Caro and Marguerite went in. “Bye! See ya tomorrow!” They called back.

          I waved and headed for the museum. When I was a few blocked away, someone grabbed me roughly, covered my mouth, and dragged me to a shed.

          “Search her, she might have some valuable cards,” the man who had kidnapped me told a cloaked figure in the shadows.

          “I only take orders from the top,” the other man answered in a raspy voice, “I don’t listen to lower class men such as yourself.” He stepped into the light and I saw the cloak of a rare hunter.

          “Stupid double crossing bastard!” I thought angrily. As you know, I disapprove of swearing, but that just shows how mad I was. “Marik promised that he wouldn’t kill me. Oh well, I know this was gonna happen eventually.”

          The first man replied with annoyance, “To take rare card were our orders from the top. Now search her deck!”

          “Um, excuse me,” I squeaked, “I don’t duel very often, so I really don’t have very good cards. Only a few common ones that my friends gave me.”

          “D’you think we’ll fall for that crap?” the one with the raspy voice asked, raising an eyebrow, “Only the weak and cowardly make excuses. If you don’t have any rare cards, you don’t have anything to fear from us.”

          “Oh, yeah,” I answered sarcastically, “I have nothing to fear, really. All that’s happened is that I’ve been captured by rare hunters and they’re about to look through my deck for valuable cards. Yeah, I don’t have to worry.”

          While the guy with the raspy voice flipped through my deck, the other dude held me.

          I sighed, “They’re gonna take my BEWD then I’ll have to explain things to them again,” I thought gloomily.

          “Well well,” he held up two of my cards, “No rare cards eh?”

          “Oh!” I realized something, “I forgot that the Dark Magician was considered rare!” I looked up, “You know, everyone has a Blue Eyes, or a Dark Magician, or both. Like me.” I stopped when I saw a knife close to my arm.

          “Impossible,” the rare hunter hissed into my ear, “There are only four Blue Eyes in the world, and Seto Kaiba has three. These cards can’t be rare and common at the same time. This is for lying to us!”

          I screamed like I had never needed to before. They took the skin off my arm so I could see the white of my bone before I was able to get out of the shed.

          “Come back her you bitch!”

          Hearing that made me terrified. I stumbled toward the main street and collapsed onto the steps of the museum.

          “Are you okay?”

          “She’s bleeding to death, do you think she’s okay?”

          I heard people gathering around me.

          “Someone, get an ambulance!”

          I lifted my head weakly and whispered, “Help me.” I passed out after that.

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Heh, heh. Well, nothing in this chappie is related to my real life. It's a lot more interesting, ne? Well, here's a list of the taken people in my fic: Malik, Marik, Ryou, Bakura, Yami, Yugi, Seto, uh, that's it. Whew! Lotta people. Just a little note, school's getting more annoying and I'm more caught up in my original story than this series, but I have everything planned out, so don't worry too much. Anyway, little piece from next chappie.

Once I was sure that Rishid had the phone, I yelled, "I'm not Hemsut-sama! No sama! I'm not at a higher ranking family than you!" My voice softened as I added, "The real reason why you can't call me sama is because we're the same family now, and I'm younger. I should be calling you sama."