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Post by andyouthinkimcrazy on Jan 27, 2007 0:19:17 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, I make no moneys. T_T Dune Somehow, in the grasp of his captor, Ryou had managed to fall asleep. The chilly night air seemed not to affect him, and the harsh grip on his arm was easily ignored. The downside, however, was that he was unprepared for the sudden launch of his body from the Master's grip to the sandy floor. His body jolted in panic; Ryou's arms tugged violently to get free, and he twisted about in the sand. Eventually his foggy mind placed together the events of the day and he lay limply in the sand. Now that his little fit was over he could hear the heavy laughter of the men around him, and the jeering insults they flung, "The little bitch is not so tough now that he's caught." The leader of them kicked some sand in his direction before turning back to his men, "Set up camp!" With that order the laughter halted and feet began to shuffle about to follow through. A second later Ryou heard a soft thump beside him; his captor was there watching his men with little intrest, "Don't try anything funny, thief." he snapped coldly. To respond, go to page thirteen. To remain quiet, go to page fifteen.
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