Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Eight ( Chapter 8 )

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Day Eight

Mai lay out on the beach with Isis, sun bathing.

“Your brother still up in that tree?”

“Yes...” Isis sighed, embarrassed herself of being stuck on the island with her brother.

“Does insanity run in your family?” Mai asked.

“I hope not,” said Isis, trying not to think about how almost everyone she was related to was crazy.

About that, time the very well known CEO of Kaiba Corp. walked by with a coconut up to his ear like a cell phone. Having given up on the laptop idea days before, he was not giving up on all technology. Unfortunately, the best he could come up with, so far, was a `cell phone', which was actually still just a coconut.

“What do you mean you haven't started production yet?” Seto said into the coconut as he walked by the two sun bathing, “That was supposed to be done by now! You know, I am tired of you. When I get off this Island you're so fired...”

“Insanity is a male gene.” Isis said as they watch Seto walk off with the coconut. Mai nodded in agreement.

At the big tree, Malik was busying himself by building a tree house. His sphinx plushie sat next to him as he worked.

“Don't worry Mr. Fuzzy,” Malik said to the plushie, “We'll live in this tree house until they vote us off, which they won't. We'll form an alliance.”

Malik picked up Mr. Fuzzy and hugged him again.

“Just you and me. Me and you. Malik and Mr. Fuzzy...”

Mr. Fuzzy shook his head hopelessly at Malik.

Meanwhile over at Amerex, the tribe mates were busying themselves with a song.

“The knee bone's connected to the leg bone,” Espa sang.

“The leg bone's connected to the left bone,” sang Joey.

“The left bone's connected to the red thing,” sang Tristan.

“The red thing's connected to my wrist watch,” sang Duke. Everyone else stared at him confused, and rather frightened.

“Here's the tree mail.” Bakura said, returning from the woods with a piece of paper.

“Tomb Robber, you actually did something,” Atemu said looking at the paper in Bakura's hands, “I'm impressed.”

“I stole it from the other tribe.” Bakura said casually.

“Oh.” Sighed Atemu.

“What's it say?” Mako asked.

“I got it, I'm not reading it” Bakura scoffed.

“Give it here” Atemu growled taking the mail from Bakura.

`Woman vs. man,

Train your sixth sense if you can,

The immunity to win,

If you do then you'll grin.'

“Whoever is writing these is losing their touch,” stated Bakura.

“Oh shut up,” The voice from the bushes said, “This is hard you know.”

“Who are you!” Atemu asked looking at the bushes.

“Uhh...” the voice hesitated. “I AM NO ONE!”

They heard the bushes rustle as whoever the voice belonged to ran off.