Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Day Two

“Are we there yet?” Marik asked. They had been walking though the woods all night and still had not found their tribe.

“No.” answered Yugi in a monotone.

“Are we there yet?” Marik asked again.

“No.” Joey said in the same tone as Yugi.

“Are we there yet?”

“No.” answered Tristan this time.

“Are we-?”

“NO!” everyone screamed at the yami. Marik pouted and stopped asking.

“Are you always this annoying?” Espa, who was behind Marik, asked. Marik turned and looked at him.

“I'm trapped on an Island with a bunch of mortals with no Rod and no Baku-chan!”

“Don't worry Marik,” Tea said, patting him on the shoulder “The power of friendsh-”

“If anyone says one more thing about `Friendship',” Marik growled, mostly at Tea, who abruptly stopped patting him. “I'll gauge their eyes out with a spoon!”

Tea looked frightened, along with everyone else, except Duke.

“Where'd you get a spoon?”

Over at the Totama Tribe, they were all lounging around.

“We'll have mail soon.” Isis said unexpectedly. Malik looked over at his sister.

“How do you know?” he asked. “You don't have your Necklace anymore.”

“I sent Atemu, Mako and Mai to go get it.” Isis said simply.

“Oh...” said Malik going back to what he was doing before, which was nothing. “Wait, how'd you know we had any?”

Before Isis got a chance to answer, the three mentioned before returned.

“I have returned with mail.” Atemu said as though the trip was life threatening or something. Shadii bowed down before Atemu.

“My Pharaoh has returned.”

Atemu looked high and mighty.

“Baka Pharaoh.” muttered Bakura, Atemu glared at him.

“Alright, that's enough guys.” Mai said, but the two just continued their glaring contest. “Let's read what the mail has to say.”

Mako cleared his thought and read off the piece of paper in his hands.

“If you want immunity,

An awesome duelist you must be,

To win the game you must be stronger,

But win the challenge stay three days longer.”

Somewhere else in the Totama Tribe sat Seto Kaiba. Being forced to give up all means of technology and play this stupid game, he decided to take matters into his own hands. This meant only one thing; make a laptop out of wood. So far, his efforts seemed less than satisfactory, but Seto Kaiba was not one to give up. He worked long into the day, and long into the night.

Well not that long into the night.

He eventually gave up and somehow made a fire from the wood because it was getting cold.