Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ And They Thought One Thief Was Enough ❯ Chapter 7

Author's Note: Wow! I actually have reviewers! I know I've said this before but COOL!!! I'm used to writing stuff and the only reviewers being people yelling at me that aibou is spelled aribo and hikari is harki o_O. Or, when it's offline, that snakes don't have ribs and that Konnichiwa is a Chinese insult!

gimeGohan- Thank you for the suggestion, I'll try to add more detail. I was a little afraid to add more to start with and be labeled a crazy, drawling obsessor ^_^;.

 

Mana-the-Authoress- Weeelll, I'm kinda trying to keep the characters at least somewhat believable and Ryou is kinda…girly. In the manga when Bakura threatens his friends he really never does anything truly full-offensive and when he gets excluded from going to the memory world he runs away sobbing. Don't get me wrong, he's a great character. But, well, he seems more the type to sacrifice himself or act all girly-like then attack something head on.

As for the rest of you, thank you again! You have no idea how awesome it is to get reviews!

Chapter 7- Watching

Time: 3:04 pm EST
Location: The Checkers Commons, a little strip-mall thing about eight blocks east of Ryou's new home.

”So how'd you like Checkers so far, Ryou?”

”Its nice! It's more country then I'm used to though.”

”Country? Well, its not nearly as urban as Newark is…”

The five teens were sitting on a bench in front of a small pizza shop in the Checkers Commons, having a late lunch. Ryou's new found friends had shown him around town, well, mostly it was the school area and the Commons, where there was a small game shop, some food stores, and a craft shop. Ryou was happy about the game shop, it was after all within easy walking distance and his step-sister had said the owners were friendly.

”So, what do you wanna do?”

It was Andro who had broken the silence. For the past five minutes he had been polishing a rather large knife he had pulled out of seemingly no where. Ryou had been watching him nervously, where HAD the blood stains on the blade come from?, and was relieved when he replaced it where ever he had gotten it from.

”We probably should get out of the open. It IS that time of the week and the deadline is getting pretty close.”
”Good point.”

”Wait, what? What are you all talking about?”

The Checkersian trio exchanged glances, Andro pulling yet another bloody dagger out of his pocket. This one he polished hastily.

”It would probably be better for you not to know.”

”But if it's dangerous I would at least like to know!”

”That's why it would be better you didn't know. What you don't know can't hurt you. Now come on, out of sight is out of target range.”

Ryou didn't ask again. His experience with the Millennium Items and the danger involved in them had taught him not to tread where he was told not to. In the dark recesses of the Millennium Ring's hidden world, a three thousand year old spirit readied himself. He sensed a storm on the horizon.