Post by Rockinmuffin on Jun 26, 2006 14:23:19 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Do I look like a middle-aged Asian man? I don’t think so! I don’t own Yugioh.
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Quickly, you pulled your gun from off of your belt and shot some warning shots…
…Right into the burglar’s right foot.
Ouch, that’s gonna sting in the morning!
The man immediately collapsed to the ground, holding his foot in pain while mumbling several obscenities under his breath, most likely cursing you to the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
You just stood there, eyes wide and hands trembling. You just SHOT a guy! You hadn’t even meant to do it; you just wanted to shoot close enough to his feet so that you’d scare him. Looks like you needed to work a little harder on your aim.
The sound of a pair of feet pounding echoed throughout the museum and you soon saw Tristan burst into the room, panting heavily and holding a bag of potato chips. Once he reached you he skidded to a halt, holding his hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. After about ten seconds, he looked up at you with worry shining in his eyes. “_____, are you okay? I heard a gunshot and ran here as fast as I could!”
You nodded in response, allowing the smallest of smiles to grace your features to let him know you were alright. “I’m okay, but I don’t think that guy’s gonna be walking anytime soon” you stated, pointing to the wannabe-thief that was moaning in pain on the marble floor.
Tristan did a double-take as he stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, at the man sprawled out on the floor. He then looked up at you, his expression not faltering in the least bit. “_____, did you do this?!”
You shuffled your feet nervously, a small blush starting to form over your cheeks and give them a light rosy hue. “Um, yeah… Oops?” you said while rubbing the back of your neck with your arm.
Tristan sighed. “What did I tell you about messing with your gun?”
“Uh, when polishing your gun, always make sure the safety is on?”
“The other thing.”
You racked your brain for the answer, your face scrunching up in thought. “Think before you shoot?”
“Good girl.” Tristan congratulated your correct answer by throwing the bag of potato chips to you. You caught the bag carefully, looking down at it with love and admiration shining brightly in your eyes. You hastily ripped the bag open and started scarfing down its contents. Meanwhile, Tristan went to inspect your poor victim. “He’s in pain, but he’ll live. We need to call an ambulance and alert the police, though” Tristan explained, though you paid him little mind. You were too busy enjoying your potato chips, munching happily as you savored the salty taste.
(Thirty minutes later)
You watched with a bored expression as the paramedics strapped the burglar up and carted him off inside the ambulance. The man’s mask had been removed and you were now able to see his snow white hair and pale complexion. It was too bad he was a criminal; he truly was an attractive man and extremely easy on the eyes. You sighed. If only you’d been able to meet him under different circumstances.
The man’s reddish brown eyes were set into a glare and his features seemed to be stuck in a permanent scowl as he made eye-contact with you. Seems he was still peeved with you for shooting him, not that you could blame him. You felt a twinge of guilt but immediately did your best to console yourself. “Oh well,” you muttered to yourself with a shrug of your shoulders, “I was just doing my job. I’m sure that next time he’ll think twice about robbing this museum.”
“You can say that again.”
You turned to your side to see Tristan staring at you, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk upon his lips. You nodded towards him, acknowledging his presence, then turned back towards the ambulance just in time to see it drive off towards the hospital. You felt a hand set itself upon your shoulder but paid it no mind, your gaze never faltering despite the fact that the ambulance was long gone.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You turned towards Tristan, an inquisitive look in your eyes. “I mean, you did what you had to do. If you hadn’t stopped him that early then who knows what would’ve happened. Heck, it could’ve been you being driven away in that ambulance instead.”
“Gee, I feel sooooooooo much better now” you commented sarcastically, sweat-dropping. “Tristan, you’re such a moron.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
You raised an eyebrow in half-amusement, half-curiosity. “Oh? And what makes you think that?”
“Because I’m booty-licious and you wanna sex me up” he said with a wink, using your own words against you. He then emphasized the statement by wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You couldn’t help but laugh at that; sometimes Tristan could be such a weird loser but that’s probably why you got along so well with him. “Well, I have go home now before Blankey(1) chews up the furniture again. Want me to walk you home?”
“No thanks” you sighed. This wasn’t the first time that Tristan had offered to walk you home before. You liked Tristan but sometimes he could be so tiresome.
Tristan’s eyes showed his disappointment at your decision. “Are you sure, _____? I just want to make sure you’re alright. I worry about you…” he trailed off.
“Tristan, I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve walked alone through the streets at night, you know.” Tristan reluctantly agreed and headed off towards his home, waving you a final farewell.
You went back inside the museum to change out of your work clothes and back into a comfortable pair of jeans and a __favorite_color__ T-shirt. You packed your uniform inside a duffel bag, swung it over your shoulder, and headed back out into the cool, night air.
“It’s such a nice night” you sighed dreamily as you followed the sidewalk path in front of you, enjoying the brisk breeze as it gently blew your hair out in several directions. It wasn’t long before your walk brought you to the bus stop. Lucky for you, the bus was already there and had already started loading people up on it.
So, master of your own destiny, which mode of transportation better suits your fancy?
Ride the bus home to Page 5
Continue walking over to page 6
(1)Blankey is the name of Tristan’s big dog; I’m not positive, but I think it’s a German Shepard. If you don’t believe me when I say Tristan has a dog then read volume 9 of Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelist. I love manga. ;D
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Quickly, you pulled your gun from off of your belt and shot some warning shots…
…Right into the burglar’s right foot.
Ouch, that’s gonna sting in the morning!
The man immediately collapsed to the ground, holding his foot in pain while mumbling several obscenities under his breath, most likely cursing you to the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
You just stood there, eyes wide and hands trembling. You just SHOT a guy! You hadn’t even meant to do it; you just wanted to shoot close enough to his feet so that you’d scare him. Looks like you needed to work a little harder on your aim.
The sound of a pair of feet pounding echoed throughout the museum and you soon saw Tristan burst into the room, panting heavily and holding a bag of potato chips. Once he reached you he skidded to a halt, holding his hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. After about ten seconds, he looked up at you with worry shining in his eyes. “_____, are you okay? I heard a gunshot and ran here as fast as I could!”
You nodded in response, allowing the smallest of smiles to grace your features to let him know you were alright. “I’m okay, but I don’t think that guy’s gonna be walking anytime soon” you stated, pointing to the wannabe-thief that was moaning in pain on the marble floor.
Tristan did a double-take as he stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, at the man sprawled out on the floor. He then looked up at you, his expression not faltering in the least bit. “_____, did you do this?!”
You shuffled your feet nervously, a small blush starting to form over your cheeks and give them a light rosy hue. “Um, yeah… Oops?” you said while rubbing the back of your neck with your arm.
Tristan sighed. “What did I tell you about messing with your gun?”
“Uh, when polishing your gun, always make sure the safety is on?”
“The other thing.”
You racked your brain for the answer, your face scrunching up in thought. “Think before you shoot?”
“Good girl.” Tristan congratulated your correct answer by throwing the bag of potato chips to you. You caught the bag carefully, looking down at it with love and admiration shining brightly in your eyes. You hastily ripped the bag open and started scarfing down its contents. Meanwhile, Tristan went to inspect your poor victim. “He’s in pain, but he’ll live. We need to call an ambulance and alert the police, though” Tristan explained, though you paid him little mind. You were too busy enjoying your potato chips, munching happily as you savored the salty taste.
(Thirty minutes later)
You watched with a bored expression as the paramedics strapped the burglar up and carted him off inside the ambulance. The man’s mask had been removed and you were now able to see his snow white hair and pale complexion. It was too bad he was a criminal; he truly was an attractive man and extremely easy on the eyes. You sighed. If only you’d been able to meet him under different circumstances.
The man’s reddish brown eyes were set into a glare and his features seemed to be stuck in a permanent scowl as he made eye-contact with you. Seems he was still peeved with you for shooting him, not that you could blame him. You felt a twinge of guilt but immediately did your best to console yourself. “Oh well,” you muttered to yourself with a shrug of your shoulders, “I was just doing my job. I’m sure that next time he’ll think twice about robbing this museum.”
“You can say that again.”
You turned to your side to see Tristan staring at you, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk upon his lips. You nodded towards him, acknowledging his presence, then turned back towards the ambulance just in time to see it drive off towards the hospital. You felt a hand set itself upon your shoulder but paid it no mind, your gaze never faltering despite the fact that the ambulance was long gone.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You turned towards Tristan, an inquisitive look in your eyes. “I mean, you did what you had to do. If you hadn’t stopped him that early then who knows what would’ve happened. Heck, it could’ve been you being driven away in that ambulance instead.”
“Gee, I feel sooooooooo much better now” you commented sarcastically, sweat-dropping. “Tristan, you’re such a moron.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
You raised an eyebrow in half-amusement, half-curiosity. “Oh? And what makes you think that?”
“Because I’m booty-licious and you wanna sex me up” he said with a wink, using your own words against you. He then emphasized the statement by wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You couldn’t help but laugh at that; sometimes Tristan could be such a weird loser but that’s probably why you got along so well with him. “Well, I have go home now before Blankey(1) chews up the furniture again. Want me to walk you home?”
“No thanks” you sighed. This wasn’t the first time that Tristan had offered to walk you home before. You liked Tristan but sometimes he could be so tiresome.
Tristan’s eyes showed his disappointment at your decision. “Are you sure, _____? I just want to make sure you’re alright. I worry about you…” he trailed off.
“Tristan, I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve walked alone through the streets at night, you know.” Tristan reluctantly agreed and headed off towards his home, waving you a final farewell.
You went back inside the museum to change out of your work clothes and back into a comfortable pair of jeans and a __favorite_color__ T-shirt. You packed your uniform inside a duffel bag, swung it over your shoulder, and headed back out into the cool, night air.
“It’s such a nice night” you sighed dreamily as you followed the sidewalk path in front of you, enjoying the brisk breeze as it gently blew your hair out in several directions. It wasn’t long before your walk brought you to the bus stop. Lucky for you, the bus was already there and had already started loading people up on it.
So, master of your own destiny, which mode of transportation better suits your fancy?
Ride the bus home to Page 5
Continue walking over to page 6
(1)Blankey is the name of Tristan’s big dog; I’m not positive, but I think it’s a German Shepard. If you don’t believe me when I say Tristan has a dog then read volume 9 of Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelist. I love manga. ;D