Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Survivor ❯ Day Twenty Nine ( Chapter 29 )

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Day Twenty-Nine

Everyone in the Regdab Tribe sat on the beach, nothing had happened around the tribe and it was starting to get late. Joey looked around and finally remembered something, which was a great improvement for him.

“Some one needs to go get Tree Mail.” Joey announced to the Tribe.

“How about you?” Malik afforded.

“No.”

“I think the person with Immunity should get it.” Atemu said lounging out on the ground.

“I got it last time.”

“I think Pharaoh should get it.” Bakura growled.

“Pharaoh's don't do anything,” Atemu smirked at the thief, “They have slaves do it for them.”

“Yeah well your slave is gone now,” Malik pointed out “So you have to do it.”

“Can't the mutt do it?” Seto sighed, “He brought it up.”

“So?”

“It's about time you learned a new trick,” Seto mocked, “You've got `Sit' down.”

“Kaiba!” Joey growled, “Give me two good reasons why I shouldn't come over there and kick your butt.”

“One, I can drown you in the ocean,” Seto said coolly, “and two, my sister is the Island Spirits and you'll have to face her wrath.”

“You have to admit those are good reasons.” Bakura nodded.

“Especially the second one.” Malik agreed. Everyone shuddered at the thought of the Island Spirits and her wrath. They sat in a state of fear and something else that was not quite as noticeable.

“So who's going to go get Tree Mail?” Atemu asked breaking the silence, everyone else in the Tribe and throw sand, rocks, coconuts, and some rice at him for permitting the argument to proceed.

Some time later, the members of Regdab were still trying to figure out who was going to go and get Tree Mail. Although failing immensely, they still kept at it.

“Ok we'll pick a number between one and ten.” Atemu offered.

“Then that means that you'll get out of it because you'll know the number.” Marik said.

“Plus you think twenty is between one and ten.” Malik added.

“We could draw straws.” Seto said in a bored tone.

“There are no straws.” Joey said.

“Sticks?”

Ryou sighed as he watched the group from the trees. It was funny to see them doing all this work over something so small and rather pointless, yet it was sad also. Ryou decided that it was time to put en end to there bickering and walked over to them.

“Tree Mail.” Ryou said as the approached the other members of Regdab. They all turned and stared at him.

“When'd you leave?” Bakura asked.

“About two hours ago.”

Everyone stared at him more.

“You'd all be here until it was time to go to Tribal Council before you'd figure out who was going to get it.” Ryou said sternly.

“We were so close to figuring it out though.” Said Atemu disappointedly.

“Well I figured it out for you.” Ryou glared.

“You're the best hikari.” Bakura said getting up and hugging Ryou.

“And you're being nice.” The white haired hikari smirked. Bakura's eyes went wide for a second as he let go of Ryou.

“No!” he cursed. Ryou rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the Tribe.

“I got it, someone else reads it.”

They all took turns volunteering another.

“Joey.”

“Seto.”

“Malik.”

“Pharaoh.”

“Tomb Robber.”

“Hikari.”

Ryou sighed as it came back to him, but read the mail nonetheless.

“Test of strength

Can you stand the length?

Competition is tight

Who will be safe tonight?”