Puppet Love
Undoing
Oookayy,
somebody complained about me drawing this story out. All I can say about that is, I don’t like leaving loose threads behind, so I will have to add one or the other chappie to fit the pieces together. They might appear to be interludes, boring even, but are rather vital for the understanding and plot-development of the story. Thus said and with no further ado, enjoy this here little chappie-there’s a big one just around the corner.
Ja ne!^^
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Kaiba leaned back in his chair, propped his legs on the cushioned footrest and closed his eyes.
He tried to
relax before the next meeting, when a soft, timid voice asked:
“You have a
call from a Mr. Hiroto Honda from Japan, Domino City more precisely. Would you
like to talk to him, or-?”
Seto rose one eyebrow.>
“Nani? Arrested? What for? The ridiculous hairdo you’re sporting?”
Anzu stood
over Yugi’s prone body, bitter pearls dripping from her blue eyes.
She
couldn’t believe it.
Just when she was about to recover, and had finally made up her mind to tell the shorter boy the truth, he was taken away from her.
She rose her left arm, a bitter smile grazing her lips. Somehow, she still couldn’t believe that she could use her fingers again. Gently running them over Yugi’s bandaged forehead, she bent down and, moving her lips towards his ear, whispered mutely:
Mere
seconds later, there was a tiny peak in the monitor’s reading.
Cursing, Kaiba stood at the check-in at Vancouver’s YVR airport. Due to heavy weather and even heavier traffic, he was restricted to use public airlines, because both Tokyo Narita and his private airport were blocked off.
He had more
important matters to deal with.
it’s short-don’t worry, though, the next one will be quite more to chew.