Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Loop Hole of Love ❯ Fury Fighter ( Chapter 3 )

Fury Fighter

She was surrounded. A host of angry looking servants came toward her intent on making her pay for her folly. Damn that Pharaoh!

Look what he had gotten her into. She didn't know what trouble he could get into by beating up a couple of these jokers, but she would not lie down and take it either. She cracked her knuckles as they backed her in a corner.

Like a wild animal she looked around taking a rapid survey and doing the math. 50, maybe more. She wasn't going to win, but she would take a couple of them out before she was down.

Yeah she may not be victorious but she would grantee a dozen with them would leave with a broken nose and arm. She decided to make the first move. She ran forward with a great leap, and took 2 out immediately.

She continued to punch, kick and head butt, until the sea of people took her over. She was pulling out some hair when she heard a booming voice over the area.

"What's going on here?!", the voice sounded commandingly.

"What the hell is one of Bakura's slaves doing here?" he spoke more to himself as his tall figure made short work of the distance between him and Avari.

She rose her head and with a look of defiance and proud look of a soldier, as she straightened her shoulders, to face what could be none other than Lord Mage, Seto.

"A certain servant lead me to this place, thinking it amusing to trick me into coming to a different house." Avari said.

"I see…take your leave this instant", he said frigidly. Seto had understood what happened.

"Bakura's house is that way", he added pointing to the west.

She drew herself up and after bowing rather disdainfully, she left. Walking out of earshot she began to curse that High Mage. In doing so she accidentally bumped into two other slaves of Bakura's raiment.

"Excuse me", she said rather annoyed.

They looked at each other and smiled.

"What?" she inquired, with an eyebrow raised.

"Purple and white hair, yep that's her", one of them said, his head harboring a light washed out blond, hair color.

The other boy with white-hair nodded his head in agreement, then turned to her happily.

"Lord Bakura has been searching high and low for you, come with us we were sent to look for you and bring you to him", he said somewhat shyly, as he noticed her bedraggled appearance.

She saw his reaction and wiped the blood from her lip, and the cut in her arm off with a torn piece of her skirt. Her eyes flashing with an unbridled fierceness.

Marik grinned and laughed as the sight of her dark blood run down her arms, made Ryou, squirm. He had always been timid and girly.

While Marik himself was manlier, if you can call his crude humor that. But in truth they were teens of only16 and they admired the fury fighter before them.

They watched in shocked silence as she began to glare at something not there, as if seeing an imaginary person she hated. Her gate has swift strides of her long legs, her shoulders squared and her arms locked carelessly to her sides.

The blood began to inter mingle with her hair, coming from a head wound, and intermingle with her white. She looked very menacing indeed but when she spoke those honey words, she was no more than a young woman.

"So may I ask the names of my saviors?" she said smirking, as she stared at them with eyebrows raised, apparently she had noticed them staring.

She was about a half foot taller than them and she looked down upon them somewhat.

"Mines Marik"

"Ryou, miss"

"Avari", she said her voice echoing.

"Well boys lets get going", she stated as she quickened the pace.

"Hey! Wait up!" they said in unison.

Today they had made a new lifelong friend.

But what would Lord Bakura say when he found out about his little slaves excursion? It

is not oft that he should allow such disobedience and gallivanting amongst his slaves to

go on without punishment.

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Another day another chapter right? Well anyway, I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh, or anything in relation. But seriously I do like typing, and writing, is maybe the best of my hobbies.

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