Post by Rockinmuffin on Jun 26, 2006 14:25:26 GMT -5
Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to say it, I don’t own Yugioh.
Page 4
As you stared into the demon-like eyes of the burglar, you felt all your confidence shrink away until there was nothing left. Knowing that there was absolutely no way that you would ever be able to handle this situation on your own, you did the first thing that popped into your mind.
“TRIIIISSSSSSSTAAAAAAAA-”
You were cut off in mid-scream by the burglar’s hand which was now clamped tightly against your mouth, his arms now wrapped around your waist as he held your body against his own. You tried to yell out for help again but the burglar’s hands effectively muffled your screams. You struggled for several minutes, but to no success; all you ended up doing was tiring yourself out while your captor didn’t even seem fazed.
“Are you done yet?” he asked with a bored nonchalance that made you boil up inside. This dude needed a serious attitude adjustment. …And it just so happens that you knew the perfect way to adjust his attitude…
You bit the man’s hand; not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to cause him to pull his hand away from you. You smirked triumphantly at the burglar, proud of your minor success.
You were surprised when the man suddenly tore off his mask, revealing pale skin, even paler hair, and a smirk that could rival your own. “Oooh, looks like somebody’s frisky tonight. I like” he purred, a flirtatious tone in his voice.
Your eye twitched. Great. Out of all the criminals in Domino City, you had to get the sadomasochistic pervert that enjoyed biting and other kinky activities. “Can my night possibly get any worse?” you mumbled to yourself, trying to ignore the white-haired stranger’s gaze.
“You know, I could always use a hostage” he purred out in what was meant to be a seductive tone, though it had the opposite effect on you. As attractive as the man was, he was more creepy than he was sexy.
“Looks like I spoke too soon…” The man just smirks, his gaze lingering over your face, then slowly allows it to drift a few inches down and stops.
Ah, charming, polite, AND chivalric; just what every girl wants. Looks like you’ve got yourself your very own modern-day Casanova. You must be the luckiest girl alive.
You take in a deep breath, air filling your longs completely, before letting it all out in a loud, shrill screech. “HEEEEEELLLLLLP! PEEEERRVEEEEERRRRRRT!”
And once again you found a hand covering your mouth.
“Hush!” he hissed at you, glaring down at your form. “Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for misbehaving. Now be a good little girl and be quiet or I’ll be forced to slit your throat and leave your bleeding corpse in an alley where the necrophiliacs can get you.”
You shivered at the thought. “You’re disgusting, you know that, right?”
“Keep talking. I already have the perfect alleyway in mind.”
Holding back the witty comment you had thought up, you closed your mouth tight for fear of being killed and having your corpse defiled. Of course, that still didn’t stop you from glaring daggers at the white-haired man. Oh how you hated him, what with his mocking laughter, his silver locks, his reddish-brown eyes, his crude sense of humor, the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, the way his ass looked in that tight little cat burglar get-up…
What? Just because you so happen to notice this mentally unstable, potentially life-threatening, man has a nice body doesn’t make you strange; no, you’re just a very observant person. Hooray for you!
“Like what you see?” Flustered, you directed your attention towards the burglar’s face just in time to see his lips curl into a devious, yet suggestive, smirk. He wiggled his hips back and forth, intent on giving you a show, and all the while keeping his eyes locked with yours. “If you’d like to see more then I’d be happy to show you. All you have to do is come quietly with me and…”
“Hell no!” you shouted defiantly. “I would <i>NEVER</i> do such things with you, even if you were the last man on Earth and I was the last woman and it was up to us to repopulate the human race!”
“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way…”
You tried to decipher any possible hidden meanings in his words, but were rudely interrupted from your thoughts by the sound of large feet clumsily pounding against the linoleum floor in a frantic speed, each step becoming louder and louder. You smirked. It seemed as if Tristan had finally come to your rescue.
You turned towards the burglar, intent on giving him a satisfied ‘you’re-busted’ smirk, but found that there was no one standing by your side. It was almost as if he had disappeared into thin air. You put on a thoughtful frown as you squinted your eyes, briefly searching the dark room, but found nothing.
“_____, I’LL SAVE YOU!”
You directed your attention towards the front of the room as Tristan burst into the room, holding a bag of potato chips threateningly as if it were some type of deadly weapon. You sweat-dropped, briefly wondering how people like you and Tristan could qualify to work as employees at the local Burger World, let alone acquire jobs as security guards at the prestigious Domino Museum. Thank you, Monster.com.
“Uh, Tristan?”
“Yes?”
“Next time you decide to make your heroic entrance and rescue me, don’t announce your arrival. It was pathetic, not to mention stupid. If that burglar had a weapon he could’ve easily killed you.” You sighed, rubbing your temples to try and ward off the oncoming migraine.
Tristan blinked once, twice, three times. “There was a burglar? So you really WERE in danger?” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Funny, I thought you were just messing around. That’s why I didn’t come right away the first time you called.”
“WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!” you shouted, the hot wind coming from your mouth strong enough to push him back an inch or so and force his hair into a state of disarray.
“Because you’re _____” he stated simply.
“…Touché.”
Tristan’s expression suddenly took on a look of worry as he stared at you, eyes clouded over with warmth and concern. “Are you alright?”
You felt your cheeks heat up as a light blush tinted your face and you were suddenly extremely thankful for the darkness of the museum. Jeez, why’d Tristan have to go and give you that look? “I’m fine” you muttered a little more hastily than you had planned, crossing your arms and turning away from him so you couldn’t see that annoying look on his face.
Instead, you decided to look around the room again. Perhaps the burglar was still here and he was just hiding? It certainly would make more sense than him just magically disappearing. Of course, in your short life, you learned long ago that some things aren’t supposed to make sense. Like crop circles and mimes!
And that’s when you noticed something peculiar…
You stared wide-eyed at the broken display case that used to hold some ancient Egyptian jewelry but was now completely bereft of all its valuable antiquities. “Now when’d he manage to do that…?” you trailed off.
Tristan finally saw what you were looking at and nearly passed out at the sight. “Oh man, we are so dead!” he shouted, pulling at his already messy locks of hair. “Our first time on the night shift and we get robbed! We’re going to lose our jobs. We’ll be forced to live on the streets and sell our bodies for money! I don’t wanna be a male prostitute!” he shouted hysterically.
“Grab a hold of yourself, man!”
SMACK!
“A simple ‘calm down’ would’ve done it” Tristan muttered bitterly, rubbing his now-sore left cheek.
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have been half as fun” you answered with a grin, wincing a bit at the small sting your hand felt from the slap. “Now, the security cameras should’ve gotten everything on tape. I doubt we’ll lose our jobs, Tristan; besides, we captured the criminal’s face on film. The moron was dumb enough to take off his mask. Just call the police and have them come over right away; they’ll take care of the rest.”
Tristan blinked, momentarily stunned at your logical conclusion, then nodded his head. He rushed off eagerly to the security camera room to use the phone.
“Darn… He ran off with my chips…” you trailed off, your eyes filling up with unshed tears as your stomach grumbled loudly. You pouted, poking your belly to silently tell it to be quiet, but it merely groaned in protest. You sighed, then trudged off towards the camera room. Maybe if you were lucky the guard watching the cameras, Mako, would have a doughnut for you. “Mmmmmm… Doughnut…”
Suddenly, you heard a rustle of clothing far off to your side. You froze; half in terror and half in confusion. You knew that, whoever it was, it couldn’t be Tristan because you had just watched him leave. You doubted it was any other security guard, because the closest guard post near yours was a few rooms away.
You heard the rustle again, only this time it was louder… Closer… You shivered, a chill running down your spine and your eyes widening in panic. Well, it looks as if you have two options; stay and face the mysterious source of the strange rustling or run away screaming like a little girl.
So, my lovely, what shall it be?
Stay and face your fears on page 8
Run like hell to page 9
Page 4
As you stared into the demon-like eyes of the burglar, you felt all your confidence shrink away until there was nothing left. Knowing that there was absolutely no way that you would ever be able to handle this situation on your own, you did the first thing that popped into your mind.
“TRIIIISSSSSSSTAAAAAAAA-”
You were cut off in mid-scream by the burglar’s hand which was now clamped tightly against your mouth, his arms now wrapped around your waist as he held your body against his own. You tried to yell out for help again but the burglar’s hands effectively muffled your screams. You struggled for several minutes, but to no success; all you ended up doing was tiring yourself out while your captor didn’t even seem fazed.
“Are you done yet?” he asked with a bored nonchalance that made you boil up inside. This dude needed a serious attitude adjustment. …And it just so happens that you knew the perfect way to adjust his attitude…
You bit the man’s hand; not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to cause him to pull his hand away from you. You smirked triumphantly at the burglar, proud of your minor success.
You were surprised when the man suddenly tore off his mask, revealing pale skin, even paler hair, and a smirk that could rival your own. “Oooh, looks like somebody’s frisky tonight. I like” he purred, a flirtatious tone in his voice.
Your eye twitched. Great. Out of all the criminals in Domino City, you had to get the sadomasochistic pervert that enjoyed biting and other kinky activities. “Can my night possibly get any worse?” you mumbled to yourself, trying to ignore the white-haired stranger’s gaze.
“You know, I could always use a hostage” he purred out in what was meant to be a seductive tone, though it had the opposite effect on you. As attractive as the man was, he was more creepy than he was sexy.
“Looks like I spoke too soon…” The man just smirks, his gaze lingering over your face, then slowly allows it to drift a few inches down and stops.
Ah, charming, polite, AND chivalric; just what every girl wants. Looks like you’ve got yourself your very own modern-day Casanova. You must be the luckiest girl alive.
You take in a deep breath, air filling your longs completely, before letting it all out in a loud, shrill screech. “HEEEEEELLLLLLP! PEEEERRVEEEEERRRRRRT!”
And once again you found a hand covering your mouth.
“Hush!” he hissed at you, glaring down at your form. “Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for misbehaving. Now be a good little girl and be quiet or I’ll be forced to slit your throat and leave your bleeding corpse in an alley where the necrophiliacs can get you.”
You shivered at the thought. “You’re disgusting, you know that, right?”
“Keep talking. I already have the perfect alleyway in mind.”
Holding back the witty comment you had thought up, you closed your mouth tight for fear of being killed and having your corpse defiled. Of course, that still didn’t stop you from glaring daggers at the white-haired man. Oh how you hated him, what with his mocking laughter, his silver locks, his reddish-brown eyes, his crude sense of humor, the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, the way his ass looked in that tight little cat burglar get-up…
What? Just because you so happen to notice this mentally unstable, potentially life-threatening, man has a nice body doesn’t make you strange; no, you’re just a very observant person. Hooray for you!
“Like what you see?” Flustered, you directed your attention towards the burglar’s face just in time to see his lips curl into a devious, yet suggestive, smirk. He wiggled his hips back and forth, intent on giving you a show, and all the while keeping his eyes locked with yours. “If you’d like to see more then I’d be happy to show you. All you have to do is come quietly with me and…”
“Hell no!” you shouted defiantly. “I would <i>NEVER</i> do such things with you, even if you were the last man on Earth and I was the last woman and it was up to us to repopulate the human race!”
“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way…”
You tried to decipher any possible hidden meanings in his words, but were rudely interrupted from your thoughts by the sound of large feet clumsily pounding against the linoleum floor in a frantic speed, each step becoming louder and louder. You smirked. It seemed as if Tristan had finally come to your rescue.
You turned towards the burglar, intent on giving him a satisfied ‘you’re-busted’ smirk, but found that there was no one standing by your side. It was almost as if he had disappeared into thin air. You put on a thoughtful frown as you squinted your eyes, briefly searching the dark room, but found nothing.
“_____, I’LL SAVE YOU!”
You directed your attention towards the front of the room as Tristan burst into the room, holding a bag of potato chips threateningly as if it were some type of deadly weapon. You sweat-dropped, briefly wondering how people like you and Tristan could qualify to work as employees at the local Burger World, let alone acquire jobs as security guards at the prestigious Domino Museum. Thank you, Monster.com.
“Uh, Tristan?”
“Yes?”
“Next time you decide to make your heroic entrance and rescue me, don’t announce your arrival. It was pathetic, not to mention stupid. If that burglar had a weapon he could’ve easily killed you.” You sighed, rubbing your temples to try and ward off the oncoming migraine.
Tristan blinked once, twice, three times. “There was a burglar? So you really WERE in danger?” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Funny, I thought you were just messing around. That’s why I didn’t come right away the first time you called.”
“WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!” you shouted, the hot wind coming from your mouth strong enough to push him back an inch or so and force his hair into a state of disarray.
“Because you’re _____” he stated simply.
“…Touché.”
Tristan’s expression suddenly took on a look of worry as he stared at you, eyes clouded over with warmth and concern. “Are you alright?”
You felt your cheeks heat up as a light blush tinted your face and you were suddenly extremely thankful for the darkness of the museum. Jeez, why’d Tristan have to go and give you that look? “I’m fine” you muttered a little more hastily than you had planned, crossing your arms and turning away from him so you couldn’t see that annoying look on his face.
Instead, you decided to look around the room again. Perhaps the burglar was still here and he was just hiding? It certainly would make more sense than him just magically disappearing. Of course, in your short life, you learned long ago that some things aren’t supposed to make sense. Like crop circles and mimes!
And that’s when you noticed something peculiar…
You stared wide-eyed at the broken display case that used to hold some ancient Egyptian jewelry but was now completely bereft of all its valuable antiquities. “Now when’d he manage to do that…?” you trailed off.
Tristan finally saw what you were looking at and nearly passed out at the sight. “Oh man, we are so dead!” he shouted, pulling at his already messy locks of hair. “Our first time on the night shift and we get robbed! We’re going to lose our jobs. We’ll be forced to live on the streets and sell our bodies for money! I don’t wanna be a male prostitute!” he shouted hysterically.
“Grab a hold of yourself, man!”
SMACK!
“A simple ‘calm down’ would’ve done it” Tristan muttered bitterly, rubbing his now-sore left cheek.
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have been half as fun” you answered with a grin, wincing a bit at the small sting your hand felt from the slap. “Now, the security cameras should’ve gotten everything on tape. I doubt we’ll lose our jobs, Tristan; besides, we captured the criminal’s face on film. The moron was dumb enough to take off his mask. Just call the police and have them come over right away; they’ll take care of the rest.”
Tristan blinked, momentarily stunned at your logical conclusion, then nodded his head. He rushed off eagerly to the security camera room to use the phone.
“Darn… He ran off with my chips…” you trailed off, your eyes filling up with unshed tears as your stomach grumbled loudly. You pouted, poking your belly to silently tell it to be quiet, but it merely groaned in protest. You sighed, then trudged off towards the camera room. Maybe if you were lucky the guard watching the cameras, Mako, would have a doughnut for you. “Mmmmmm… Doughnut…”
Suddenly, you heard a rustle of clothing far off to your side. You froze; half in terror and half in confusion. You knew that, whoever it was, it couldn’t be Tristan because you had just watched him leave. You doubted it was any other security guard, because the closest guard post near yours was a few rooms away.
You heard the rustle again, only this time it was louder… Closer… You shivered, a chill running down your spine and your eyes widening in panic. Well, it looks as if you have two options; stay and face the mysterious source of the strange rustling or run away screaming like a little girl.
So, my lovely, what shall it be?
Stay and face your fears on page 8
Run like hell to page 9