Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Day Seven

Early morning Totama Tribe, Atemu sat on the beach.

“657,351,021... 657,351,022... 657,351,023...”

“What's he doing?” Bakura just had to ask, he always loved questioning the sanity of the Pharaoh.

“Counting the grains of sand.” Mako answered.

“Oh...” Bakura continued to watch him.

“657,351,024... 657,351,025... 657,351,026...”

“I always knew there was something wrong with that Pharaoh.” Bakura shook his head hopelessly at Atemu.

“It seems a lot quieter without that girl and her friendship speeches.” Marik sighed happily, finally having a little peace. However, that never lasted long.

“Anyone in this tribe know how to catch fish?” asked Joey, Marik glared at him for breaking his silence.

“No.” Tristan answered simply. Marik growled and got up. He grabbed a rather conveniently placed stick and headed towards the woods.

“Where are you going?” asked Ryou

“I'm going to catch whiny boy here some food.”

With that, the blond yami disappeared into the trees.

“You let a psychotic freak run off alone in the woods with a stick...” Joey said to Ryou.

“I predict this won't end well.” Said Espa. Ryou nodded in agreement.

Later at Totama, Malik sat in a large tree hugging Mr. Fuzzy tightly. Isis stood at the base looking up at him with a stern look on her face.

“Malik,” she called up to him, “Get down from that tree.”

“No.”

“Come on little brother,” Isis pleaded. “You're going to hurt yourself.”

“I don't care,” Malik said not looking down at his sister. “I'm not coming down. You're mean.”

“It was a joke, Malik.”

“What if they won the challenge!” Malik exclaimed. “They could have killed Mr. Fuzzy! Stabbed him with forks! Hung him from a tree! Burned him at the stake!”

Malik gasped his eyes wide with fear.

“They could have sent him to the Shadow Realm!” Malik hugged Mr. Fuzzy tightly and looked like he was about to cry. Isis shook her head at her brother and walked off.

“Why me...” she muttered.

Later that night at the Amerex Tribe, a certain blond yami had still not returned, and no one seemed worried, except Yugi of course.

“Where's Marik?”

“Hunting.” Ryou answered.

“Shouldn't he be back by now?” asked Joey. Ryou thought for a second.

“He has been gone a long time...”

“Are there any animals out there to hunt?”

As an answer to Yugi's question, Marik returned right on cue carrying five dead squirrels and a dead badger.

“Who's hungry?”

Ryou, Joey, and Yugi looked at the dead animals disgusted.