Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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Day Thirteen

“We are all worms,” Ryou said in a bored, yet insightful tone, “But I do believe I am a glow worm.”

“Thirteen days.” Yugi nodded.

“Thirteen days?” Duke asked, giving both Ryou and Yugi a weird look.

“I was counting how many days it took before Ryou lost it,” said Yugi as Marik walked over to them.

“Oh.” said Duke.

“How long did it take me?” Marik asked, sitting down next to Ryou.

“Not even one.” Yugi said, shaking his head. He stood up and walked away.

“Welcome, Mako, to the new tribe,” Shadii smiled as he, Mai, and Tea lead the newest outcast though the woods, “Modsine.”

“What's with the new tribe?” Mako asked. He did not like the fact that he was in the woods with these freaks.

“We feel like we were voted off too early.” said Mai, pulling a little wooden statue. She placed it on the ground.

“All hail Kel, our idol!” Tea exclaimed. She, Tea, and Shadii bowed to the little wooden statue of Kel. Mako stared wide-eyed at the three as if they had lost their minds, which, they probably had.

“Isn't that the guy who got voted off for eating beef jerky?” Mako asked, picking up the statue and looking at it.

“It was grass!” cried Shadii, snatching the statue back.

“And he should have won!” exclaimed Mai.

“With the power of friendship, we shall raise again and we shall win!” cheered Tea.

“There can only be one survivor.” Mako said raising an eyebrow at them. They looked at each other and then back at Mako.

“... So!?!?!”

Over at the Totama tribe, Malik sat contently in his newly finished tree house. He sighed happily as he hugged his beloved Sphinx Plushie close to him.

“I did it Mr. Fuzzy,” He whispered, “I survived another tribal council. Our alliance is working great.”

“MALIK!” Isis yelled from outside the tree house. Malik crawled over to the door and looked down at her, “Are you talking to that stuffed animal again!”

“It's a plushie,” Malik corrected, “And no.”

“Whatever,” Isis sighed, “Why don't you come down and spend some time with the tribe?”

“Isis!” Malik whined, “I don't want to come down!”

“Why do I put up with you?” muttered Isis, rolling her eyes.

“Cause you love me.” Malik smiled sweetly. Isis just merely shook her head and walked away.

On the beach of the Totama tribe, Atemu sat, drawing pictures in the sand.

“Computer...” he mumbled. Bakura was lying down on the ground, sun bathing. He sat up and looked over at Atemu.

“What are you mumbling about now, Pharaoh?”

“Computer!” Atemu exclaimed, pointing into the ocean, where in fact there was a computer.

“Where!” Seto asked eagerly, looking out into the water. He saw the computer float by. He stared at it wide-eyed then took off after it.

“It's just a little soggy! It's still good! It's still good!”