Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Night Air ❯ Chapter 4

Cold Night Air

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or Ritz crackers, or Ziploc bags…

Penguins4Sale: I have managed to squeeze this chapter out of me. I just can't get my act together. I mean, I look like this: X__X;;; Tell me that ain't stressed! ::sighs:: Well, on with the chapter…

p.s. Just a reminder: -italics- & ::actions::

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Serenity slowly opened the door to her apartment, hoping to not wake her brother who, most likely, fell asleep on the couch.

She crept into the small kitchen, and looked through the pantry. After finding the box of Ritz she had hid from her brother, she tip-toed to her room. Not after stealing the newspaper Joey had left on the floor.

After reaching her destination, she closed the door, and set out to find a job as soon as possible. She wasn't going to let this upset her as much as it did. She would find a new job and get on with her life.

`Bastard,' she thought. `Will see how long it take until he comes crawling back to me. Most likely send some other slime ball to "reluctantly forgive my rash behavior by gracing me with a second chance at the best business in Domino." God I would strangle him if the opportunity ever rose. He'd probably just come back from the dead and fire me again anyways…'

She opened up the newspaper and began searching, taking a cracker from the box.

`Oh well, can't stop one from trying…'

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After about an hour of looking, and no signs of Joey waking anytime soon, Serenity decided to take a break. She had already found four jobs she was willing to consider, maybe even five if she could find and afford the appropriate wardrobe for the last one.

She got up off her bed and stretched, walking to the living room for the third time. As she looked at Joey, she realized something. He has the weirdest sleeping habits. Right now he was sleeping on his back, with his upper body hanging half way off the couch, and his lower body twisted in an odd direction. His mouth hung open slightly, and his hands over his eyes. A small snore could be heard escaping his mouth, and he twitched, sending his shoulders further into the couch. No wonder he woke up with backaches, and strange bruises. How could any normal human being sleep like that? Of course, we are talking about Joey here, but Serenity loved him anyways.

She walked back to her room, and started to clear off her bed. She had the newspaper spread out everywhere and the box of crackers propped up against her pillow.

She started to put the paper back in order, when she found an article she had not seen before. Apparently, some weirdo had killed a woman around the downtown area. It wasn't who had died, or who killed her that mattered to Serenity (not that they knew who killed her anyways), but rather how the woman had been killed.

She was, as hypothesized by a murder investigator, that she had been "thrown against an alley wall, then beaten unconscious. Just to make things worse, we have found that she holds very little blood in her body. Not enough to support life…"

`Creepy…' Serenity thought as she folded up the page, and placed it in the recycle bin.

Just than, a knock came from her bedroom door, making her jump back. After realizing it was just the door, she opened it. Standing in the threshold was a groggy-looking Joey with purple bags under his eyes, and a red bump on his head that could be seen five feet away. (Ok, maybe an exaggeration, but it was a big bump.)

"Joey? What's wrong? What did you do?!" Serenity asked, stifling a laugh. The look on Joey's face was priceless, and she got to experience it almost everyday. Ah, the joys of living with him. It almost made up for the crappy day at work she had.

"I rolled off the couch, hit my head on the coffee table, and some how managed to kick myself in the face." He answered.

She understand hitting his head on the table, but kicking himself in the head? She didn't even -want- to know how he managed that…

She shook her head in pity, and walked to the kitchen (again) to get something to help him out. They didn't have ice packs, though she thought they should get them, but Joey would shake his head and insist that two mature adults like them did not need such frivolous items. Uh huh, frivolous…his vocabulary had changed over the last couple of years...maybe because he was actually developing one.

Anyways, she got out a small Ziploc bag, and filled it with ice. She walked back to the living room, where Joey had once again occupied, and placed the bag on the giant bump.

"Ow…ow…ow…ow." He said as he got accustom to the freezing temperature. He laid back on a pillow, and eventually fell back asleep.

Once again Serenity just sighed. It was like caring for a baby…

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Penguins4Sale: I would have made it longer and all, but it's like 3:37 in the morning, and I sweepy!

Also, sorry if the story seemed to fade in and out, but I just couldn't concentrate, and didn't want to keep writing something that I knew was not my best. (Not that this whole story is my best…) Anyways, I'll try to write again sometime next week, though I don't know when…

X__X…Zzzzzz…