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.
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.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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."