A Tale of Sad Woe
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,088
Reviews:
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,088
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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You all will be very proud I wrote this in about 15 minuets just becuase I got almost 4000 hits on this story and almost 1000 hits on the CSI story thats not even a month old!! You all rule! Though I know I am the procastination queen. If you all read my profile I added some stuff there about whats going on. Though getting Starhunter a few days ago didn't help with updating...I LOVE!!!! that show.
The only sound came in the room came not from the immobile figure but the television in front of him. Colours refracted over his face as he sat transfixed by the graceful beauty he had taped just a few hours before. Although this was his fourth time watching this very tape he was overjoyed to watch his Anzu dance and walk and live. “Beautiful…” He breathed. Even the Others were no much for her. Despite viewing his Angel over and over again he began to notice paleness over her features and furrow where there was none two weeks ago. “Seto.” The growl escaped, bouncing off the papered walls down the hall and out the window. No, save your anger for when you can dish it out properly and eagerly. Yes, he agreed, I will save my anger for Seto, only for Seto and save all my love for Anzu sweet Anzu.
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“No! Stop it! I beg you!” Tears streamed down her face as she tried to ward off her attacker.
“Never!” He renewed his attack.
“Mokubia! Stop! I can’t breath!” He graciously conceded still giggling himself he plopped next to his brother as Anzu tried to recover from the vicious tickle attack. It was the desert she decided. I should have never made that cheesecake. Earlier in the afternoon after school instead of hanging with Yugi and the rest of the gang she returned with Mokubia back to the Kibia Mansion, where she felt safe. Safe? That idea startled her. Sitting up she wiped the tears away. Anzu felt guilty for being holed up in their mansion for so long. Like the saying goes: After three days fish and guests start to go bad. So maybe making dessert would help, it would at least help to lessen her guilt. Luckily she finished right before the cook came in for dinner. She only was scolded a little for the mess because she had made the dessert. Giving the brothers a wolfish grin she raced to the fridge for the last piece of cheesecake. Almost there…what the! She was being lifted. The cheesecake was getting further and further away, damnit! Crossing her arms only added to the comical nature of her fuming in Seto’s arm as he enjoyed the last piece of cheesecake. She would have stomped her foot if she could have reached the floor.
The only sound came in the room came not from the immobile figure but the television in front of him. Colours refracted over his face as he sat transfixed by the graceful beauty he had taped just a few hours before. Although this was his fourth time watching this very tape he was overjoyed to watch his Anzu dance and walk and live. “Beautiful…” He breathed. Even the Others were no much for her. Despite viewing his Angel over and over again he began to notice paleness over her features and furrow where there was none two weeks ago. “Seto.” The growl escaped, bouncing off the papered walls down the hall and out the window. No, save your anger for when you can dish it out properly and eagerly. Yes, he agreed, I will save my anger for Seto, only for Seto and save all my love for Anzu sweet Anzu.
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“No! Stop it! I beg you!” Tears streamed down her face as she tried to ward off her attacker.
“Never!” He renewed his attack.
“Mokubia! Stop! I can’t breath!” He graciously conceded still giggling himself he plopped next to his brother as Anzu tried to recover from the vicious tickle attack. It was the desert she decided. I should have never made that cheesecake. Earlier in the afternoon after school instead of hanging with Yugi and the rest of the gang she returned with Mokubia back to the Kibia Mansion, where she felt safe. Safe? That idea startled her. Sitting up she wiped the tears away. Anzu felt guilty for being holed up in their mansion for so long. Like the saying goes: After three days fish and guests start to go bad. So maybe making dessert would help, it would at least help to lessen her guilt. Luckily she finished right before the cook came in for dinner. She only was scolded a little for the mess because she had made the dessert. Giving the brothers a wolfish grin she raced to the fridge for the last piece of cheesecake. Almost there…what the! She was being lifted. The cheesecake was getting further and further away, damnit! Crossing her arms only added to the comical nature of her fuming in Seto’s arm as he enjoyed the last piece of cheesecake. She would have stomped her foot if she could have reached the floor.