Post by Audie Smith on May 17, 2005 15:18:10 GMT -5
Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or you...............*laughs*
Last Time On Dancing Games-Bakura
Your (e/c) eyes widened when you saw that guy that gave you that creepy warning. “What are you doing out here onna?”<br>
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“Um…..uh…” why was it all of a sudden so hard for you to form a sentence around this guy? You are usually a very talkative person and could amazing anyone with the way you talked, but now you just sound like a broken record.
“Well…..” ok now you’re really confused why did it matter to this guy why you were out in the pouring rain, just walking around. It’s not any of his business anyways.
“Why does it matter to you anyways.” Finally you got out a descent sentence. Glaring at the man you watch as a flicker of emotions flash through his eyes. Not in the mood to stay and decipher them you turn around and return to walking back home.
“Where the hell are you going?” Now what the hell is wrong with this guy, he acts like he owns you. Turning back to the guy you glare at him. He returns the glare with the same amount of anger.
“None. Of. You. God. d**n. Business.” You say through gritted teeth. This man was really starting to get on your nerves. You turn back around and in the pouring rain start jogging back to your house.
Listening closely you can hear pounding foots steps just like yours behind you. This man has the nerve to follow you. Ok now you are beyond pissed. You don’t even know this man except for meeting him at the bar and him giving you that creepy warning that was so bizarre you didn’t even understand it.
Seething you slow your jog down to a fast walk. You can hear him catch right up to you. When you know he is right behind you, you turn around and point an accusing finger at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he doesn’t seem phased by your outburst. He just stands calmly while you have a little fit.
“First you tell me to ‘Watch Out’ what the hell was that all about? Then you ask me why I’m out in the pouring rain. Why does it matter to you anyway? Then you start following me back to my home. Are you some kind of stalker? Just leave me the hell alone.” Finally being able to release that anger you had. You stomp off down the street still a little pissed off, but feeling better.
The rain has reduced it self down to a light drizzle. You turn your head around to see if the creepy guy was out of sight. Sighing you turn back around, thank goodness he’s gone.
Now you’re starting to doubt that what he said, about watching out for that one man he was with at the bar was true. You’re starting to think that it’s him he said to watch out for because man this guy is starting to freak you out.
Rounding the corner you finally are walking on your street. You might as well just brush off what that guy said. He might be one of those psycho’s that escaped from the psycho ward.
Hey if you take into consideration, he’s pale as a ghost, has white hair, is telling you to watch out because of this one man, and he’s stalking you, yeah you could see him coming from the loony bin.
Walking up the path that leads to your house you wring out the bottom of your shirt. Opening the door to your house you see that the house is relatively dark, not how you left it. You take off your soaked sneakers and socks.
Walking to the light switch you turn it on letting the light fill the room to its fullest. Your eyes widen at the sight. Your house is completely trashed, from bottom to top.
Not touching anything you walk into your living room, looking at broken pictures, fallen lamps, and ripped couches. Tears start to fill your eyes, nothing looks to be missing and if these weren’t buglers then what were they?
Walking into your bed room you notice that it’s in perfect condition, nothing is messed up everything the way you had left it. It seems odd to you, everything else in your house is trashed except for your room.
You turn around to leave your room but stop dead in your tracks as you read the writing on the wall.
Always Watching, Always Waiting, For You
Running into the kitchen you pick up the phone and are about to dial 9-1-1 when you hear some one enter your house. Now you’re petrified, your house is trashed, there’s writing on the wall talking about watching and waiting for you, and now there’s a person in your home.
Turning around you see a silhouette in the door frame of your kitchen. You press the 9 on the dial phone. The silhouette moves closer to you, you can start to make out his features. You press the 1 on the dial phone. Now the man is standing right in front of you. You press the 1 on the dial phone.
The man snatches the phone from your hand shutting it off. You stare at him your face turning redder and redder with anger. Finally you just explode on the man.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED SOMEONE TRASHED MY HOUSE!”
The man turns on the light right next to his body. His white hair illuminated by the yellow light. His brown eyes glaring at you for your unkindly outburst. You are now even more pissed, why the hell was this guy in your house.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE!? AND DID YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!?” you said motioning towards the destruction in your home.
“Will you shut up.” Your eyes widen with anger, this man is telling you what to do in your house. This is such a screwed up day.
“Do. You. Know. How. Did. This?” you say through gritted teeth trying with all your might to keep from yelling at him.
“I’m not sure, if it’s who I think it is.” You sigh and grab his hand. Maybe showing him the writing will jog his frickin’ memory. Dragging him into your room you show him the writing.
“Do. You. Know. Who. Wrote. This?” He turns to look at you.
“Yeah I do.” You sigh gosh what is it going to take to get an answer outta him?
“Then who is it?” he turns back to the writing.
“It’s……….”<br>
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-CLIFFY!!!! WHOO-HOO! I hate it when authors put cliffys but I just wanted to put it there because if I kept going then I would have no idea where to stop it *laughs* anyways I'm gonna go get some cherry garcia ice-cream then work on the next Yami chapter *chackles* Read and Review.
Last Time On Dancing Games-Bakura
Your (e/c) eyes widened when you saw that guy that gave you that creepy warning. “What are you doing out here onna?”<br>
~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~~@~~~
“Um…..uh…” why was it all of a sudden so hard for you to form a sentence around this guy? You are usually a very talkative person and could amazing anyone with the way you talked, but now you just sound like a broken record.
“Well…..” ok now you’re really confused why did it matter to this guy why you were out in the pouring rain, just walking around. It’s not any of his business anyways.
“Why does it matter to you anyways.” Finally you got out a descent sentence. Glaring at the man you watch as a flicker of emotions flash through his eyes. Not in the mood to stay and decipher them you turn around and return to walking back home.
“Where the hell are you going?” Now what the hell is wrong with this guy, he acts like he owns you. Turning back to the guy you glare at him. He returns the glare with the same amount of anger.
“None. Of. You. God. d**n. Business.” You say through gritted teeth. This man was really starting to get on your nerves. You turn back around and in the pouring rain start jogging back to your house.
Listening closely you can hear pounding foots steps just like yours behind you. This man has the nerve to follow you. Ok now you are beyond pissed. You don’t even know this man except for meeting him at the bar and him giving you that creepy warning that was so bizarre you didn’t even understand it.
Seething you slow your jog down to a fast walk. You can hear him catch right up to you. When you know he is right behind you, you turn around and point an accusing finger at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he doesn’t seem phased by your outburst. He just stands calmly while you have a little fit.
“First you tell me to ‘Watch Out’ what the hell was that all about? Then you ask me why I’m out in the pouring rain. Why does it matter to you anyway? Then you start following me back to my home. Are you some kind of stalker? Just leave me the hell alone.” Finally being able to release that anger you had. You stomp off down the street still a little pissed off, but feeling better.
The rain has reduced it self down to a light drizzle. You turn your head around to see if the creepy guy was out of sight. Sighing you turn back around, thank goodness he’s gone.
Now you’re starting to doubt that what he said, about watching out for that one man he was with at the bar was true. You’re starting to think that it’s him he said to watch out for because man this guy is starting to freak you out.
Rounding the corner you finally are walking on your street. You might as well just brush off what that guy said. He might be one of those psycho’s that escaped from the psycho ward.
Hey if you take into consideration, he’s pale as a ghost, has white hair, is telling you to watch out because of this one man, and he’s stalking you, yeah you could see him coming from the loony bin.
Walking up the path that leads to your house you wring out the bottom of your shirt. Opening the door to your house you see that the house is relatively dark, not how you left it. You take off your soaked sneakers and socks.
Walking to the light switch you turn it on letting the light fill the room to its fullest. Your eyes widen at the sight. Your house is completely trashed, from bottom to top.
Not touching anything you walk into your living room, looking at broken pictures, fallen lamps, and ripped couches. Tears start to fill your eyes, nothing looks to be missing and if these weren’t buglers then what were they?
Walking into your bed room you notice that it’s in perfect condition, nothing is messed up everything the way you had left it. It seems odd to you, everything else in your house is trashed except for your room.
You turn around to leave your room but stop dead in your tracks as you read the writing on the wall.
Always Watching, Always Waiting, For You
Running into the kitchen you pick up the phone and are about to dial 9-1-1 when you hear some one enter your house. Now you’re petrified, your house is trashed, there’s writing on the wall talking about watching and waiting for you, and now there’s a person in your home.
Turning around you see a silhouette in the door frame of your kitchen. You press the 9 on the dial phone. The silhouette moves closer to you, you can start to make out his features. You press the 1 on the dial phone. Now the man is standing right in front of you. You press the 1 on the dial phone.
The man snatches the phone from your hand shutting it off. You stare at him your face turning redder and redder with anger. Finally you just explode on the man.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED SOMEONE TRASHED MY HOUSE!”
The man turns on the light right next to his body. His white hair illuminated by the yellow light. His brown eyes glaring at you for your unkindly outburst. You are now even more pissed, why the hell was this guy in your house.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE!? AND DID YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!?” you said motioning towards the destruction in your home.
“Will you shut up.” Your eyes widen with anger, this man is telling you what to do in your house. This is such a screwed up day.
“Do. You. Know. How. Did. This?” you say through gritted teeth trying with all your might to keep from yelling at him.
“I’m not sure, if it’s who I think it is.” You sigh and grab his hand. Maybe showing him the writing will jog his frickin’ memory. Dragging him into your room you show him the writing.
“Do. You. Know. Who. Wrote. This?” He turns to look at you.
“Yeah I do.” You sigh gosh what is it going to take to get an answer outta him?
“Then who is it?” he turns back to the writing.
“It’s……….”<br>
Go To 'Unknown'
-CLIFFY!!!! WHOO-HOO! I hate it when authors put cliffys but I just wanted to put it there because if I kept going then I would have no idea where to stop it *laughs* anyways I'm gonna go get some cherry garcia ice-cream then work on the next Yami chapter *chackles* Read and Review.