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Yugioh dn 2
100 years later…
The chaotic sounds of footsteps, horns honking, hordes of people murmuring, handheld computers chirping, Chektan had evolved into the city of Checkton. The new city that had grown over the last ten decades was filled to the brim with life, day in, night out, it never slept. Towering skyscrapers as far as the eye can see. It was a utopia of technology so large that it needed to be wrapped up by a massive rail way system along its entire border.
Riding, sparking against the metal/concrete of the sidewalk, a make shift skateboard rolled down the hill, atop it was a balancing young man. He was wobbling as the board he rode; missing a wheel sped through the crowds of angered people (bothered by the oncoming lad.)
“Excuse me, now, now watch it!” he shouted unable to get control of his shabby piece of equipment which soon sped into the road where control was lost. His school jacket flapped behind him almost like a cap, he jerked his neck to the side to remove a piece of paper which fled into his face. Vehicles beeped and hissed by. The school was in his sights.
High school student AnRak Davoski was not your model student; in fact he hardly ever made it to class. He merely roamed the halls hiding from camera’s and monitors. He was a bit of a swindler, finding most students easy prey for his money making schemes. The only people he would reveal himself to as a ‘friend’ were the women he thought worthy. Many of them, unfortunately he was not the apple of any of their eyes.
The school now oncoming toward him, his board went faster and faster. There was no control. He placed his boot to the concrete, but almost went flying forward from the quick ground’s friction. He quickly pulled up.
“Not good…” He grumbled. He was going to crash right into the school, many broken bones he imagined…
The tree! There was a memorial tree planted beside the school, if he could reach it, then he’d be able to dismount the board safely. As he passed under one of the massive branches his arms reached up. He groaned as his back cracked from the stretch, hands clinging to the sturdy branch, the board sped out from under his feet, but not before the heel of his foot launched it, into the window of the teacher’s lounge.
Hanging by his hands several teachers including principal Stanley glared at him. Quickly AnRak looked and saw the janitor scooting his clean up kit.
“He-he did it…” AnRak couldn’t help but smirk as he pointed with one hand, directing their attention to the maintenance man, who just rolled his eyes. His other hand still clinging to the branch, which was not quite as sturdy as he once had thought, until it snapped and 100 pounds of wood pinned his chest to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Despite this, the faculty would now have their way with him, forget the nurse, he had detention!
After spending a day in detention for breaking the lounges window and damaging the memorial tree, AnRak now sought out his gal, Simone. He scratched the bit of facial hair he had among his chin, walking towards the glass floor. There were three glass floors, that made up the patio of Checkton high school. At the top you could look through the floor to the next floor to the next, this way you could find anybody you wanted.
There she was, waiting below on the first patio; Simone the most beautiful girl in the school, she was a French exchange student and kept her hair up neatly in several different rolls of ribbons. Her outfits were always the most exquisite, she could combine bright colors with black so well, not just black ribbons, but elbow high gloves, leather boots, sometimes even a corset, though they were against school regulation, teacher’s wouldn’t bother her because of her beauty, well the male teachers anyway and even a couple of the women teachers.
Back to the wall, Simone stood. She was waiting for AnRak, but not for the friendly kind of visit. She had it with his troublesome ways, or so her reason would be, until…
“Ello beautiful.” AnRak snickered with a mock French accent as he appeared from the side. Gloved hand waved under his belly as he bowed to her.
Unimpressed eyed glared at him. “V’hat are you do-ing An’rak?”
“Why courting my favorite girl, no?”
With a rude sneer, and lift of her nose she stomped away. The black and white skirt bobbing by her knees as her heels clicked against the marble.
“Hey, hey wait up!” He scurried over to her side. “Aren’t I your favorite guy?” With innocent eyes as he bent over to gaze up into her sapphire eyes from the side.
She was now far enough away from the bustling high school to confront him. “You v’as my favourite.”
“Was?” His eyes cocked suspiciously as he stared at her, a bit alarmed to her distant demeaner.
“I moved up in z’his world.” Her gaze pointed to a group of people coming toward them. It was a gang, a new gang.
Before meeting up with Simone, AnRak had his own gang and he was known as the Jaguar Shark, he would bring a better order to the school, though sometimes violently. Until he met Simone, who softened him up and got him to change, somewhat. He quit being a p***k of pricks and the gang dissolved. Unfortuneately for him, Simone only wanted to be with him because he had that power, but the two never got that out in the open.
Simone’s eyes brightened as she trotted over to a tall, shadowy figure. “Oh dar-leeng!” She squealed in joy, cushioning the shadowy figures arm against her soft bosom.
Never at a loss for words; AnRak responded as quick witted as ever. “So you’re just a waste basket and since I’m clean you had to get more trash, huh?
“Wassat mean?” She looked to the man who pushed her aside.
“I will tell you what it means; baby, it means the leopard fish d**k piece is out of his ******** league here.” The dark man’s voice was deep. When the large body stepped out of the darkness, AnRak recognized it was Kalb Nekot, his right hand man from long ago.
“So Kalb, got your own crew huh?”
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Kalb pulled a pistol from his cargo pants and immediately pointed it at him. “Not exactly, as my b***h said, I am now part of a much bigger world.” He was now part of the mafia, the Black Kings, who ran the crime in the city. AnRak could tell from the logo and that the gun wasn’t your typical revolver, it was emblazed with the BK logo.
“Beech?!” Simone frowned, but as soon as Kalb batted an eye at her, she piped down. “Now AnRak, I’d like it if you-“ When Kalb turned back AnRak had already scrammed. “Dammit, find him!” He yelled to his lackeys.
Simone griped. “I s’ink he has z’he massage.” She meant ‘message,’ but Kalb played it off as massage.
“No babe, that’s what you’re going to give me, after we teach that a** hole s**t ******** some manners.” He spun the barrel of his gun playfully and set it in his pocket, pulling Simone by the arm to seek out AnRak.
Running as fast as he can, and displaying a great deal of parkour skills, AnRak’s fleeing couldn’t allow Kalb to be lead back to his own home, so where to go… The dank alleys were swarming with filth of Kalb’s king, but it wasn’t necessarily Black King territory. No cops, no mob, if he was followed, this would be the perfect place to continue his evasion.
While on this course to the alley he was spotted. The goon followed him, a hand in his vest, holding a gun; AnRak imagined, pathetic!
If they were out of public eye, then that gun would be more than useful, so much for the dark alley plan. Truly an escape could have been better planned, but it was too late. AnRak was losing ground between him and the gangster. So what if he had a gun, it would be AnRak pleasure to disarm him.
Now where to go was the problem, clichély he was surrounded by warehouses, ah what memories. He recalled the first time he met Simone was by one. He passed it, resist the urge for nostalgia and moved on.
The sewyer! It would be perfect for his escape. Nobody would dare venture down one, not after the crocodile incedent of last year. He quickly pried it open and started climbing the ladder, it was moist and had a rusted odor. He carefully went down, until he heard from the tiny hole of light above; “hey they went down!”
“Damn the cockamamie fish a*****e, go down after him.” Kalb’s anger was greater than the smell.
“But…”
“I aint letting you go alone to ******** up, now move!” The brute assured that he was going too.
Simone’s voice was heard griping, but AnRak wasn’t going to get caught, then a bullet whizzed by him, barely missing him, he couldn’t even tell what it was, but the thundering sound that came after made it quite obvious, he also saw a couple sparks of where the bullet had hit below him. He had no other choice… He gulped and let go of the ladder falling.
The hole to the world above became smaller until THUD! AnRak landed on his butt, splashed in disgusting sewage. Before he could get to his feet and run, the concrete beneath him gave way and he fell even farther.
Just before everything went black a flash of light overcame AnRak. It was blinding! He fell into it, but it soon passed and he was consumed in the udder darkness… He wasn’t the only one the light hit. Up above Kalb and the others saw it too.
When AnRak came too there was nothing to be seen. He was on his back, in a soft, yet scratchy material. His hand dragged against the ground and as he moved it to rub his face, he felt cool sand stick to his sweaty forehead. Was he dead? No, not yet. The ground turned to sand though, there was nothing fantastic about it, but at least he had escaped Kalb and the others, but for how long could he be missed by them…
Standing up trying to get his bearing. His heels dug into the sand as he took a step. The hole of light from which he saw before wasn’t even visible. This may have been some form of dark realm, or a shadowy area. It was hopeless until.
“Light!” AnRak quietly gasped as he staggered over to it the sand beneath his feet made it difficult to walk. The light appeared to be another hole in the ground, though that would certainly be odd; that would mean he was in an upside down shadowy universe.
As he followed the light, AnRak noticed it was actually in the form of a person, a girl, a naked girl! In the sand she lay; a top a blanket of her own long blonde hair, tannish yet soft complexion. Her arms were spread out, each one resting comfortably amongst the sand, elegantly curved hips, with beautifully sculpted thighs to match, which lay over one enough, similar to a crucifix. For a moment he glanced at the round, rested breasts that didn’t move or heave, she wasn’t breathing!
Quickly averted his gaze from her chest, but noticed her body was unmoving, was she dead? What is that light? His eyes once again rummaging over the breasts, the golden pyramid sat between them, the eye of wadjet gazing at him.
“What are you looking at?” He rhetorically asked the puzzle. This was no time for games, he was being chased and he had no time to bring this dead girl to light. He moved closer to her, just check her pulse to make sure…
His hand reached out and he touched under her neck. As he did this, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the gentle features of her face. Slender eye brows, lips that seemed to have their own cushion. A tiny button nose.
“Dead.” He summed up, but was freaked out when her body moved and she stood up.
Her hair followed and her chest fell to gravities clutch, hovering over the flat belly. The golden pyramid landed in her lap. Her eyes opened wide, violet in their gaze as some of her hair fell forward to frame the top portion of her face.
ZOMBIE!!! There were recent news reports around the world of zombie attacks and now AnRak was about to be the victim of one. Then he twitched, everybody knew the legend of the maiden of the moon light. A girl who disappeared long ago and was said to haunt the under belly of Checkton.
She looked to him, eyes blinking in confusion, of what could be seen of him. She attempted using her own glow. Now looking down she realized she was nude. Her face started to glow, but in a different way and she quickly grasped her breasts to cover them and kept the pyramid puzzle where it was concealing her crotch. She wanted to inquiry him, but was too embarrassed to speak.
The embaressment was shared. AnRak twitched his mouth sheepishly greeting her. “Hi-hi there…” Though AnRak claimed to be a ladies man, he had never actually seen a girl naked before.
She stared back with wide eyes. “Hel-hello…” She looked away shyly, but there was nothing else to gaze at but blackness.
Pressed for time AnRak whipped his jacket off and threw it around her. The broadness of his shoulders made the jacket seem like a blanket to her. “Here, keep warm and out of trouble…” He winked at her with the relief of the embarrassment gone.
“Who are you, and where am I?” She asked, but the sounds of oncoming villains made AnRak uneasy again.
He couldn’t leave her. Who knows what Kalb would do to a naked beautiful girl all the way down here… He took her hand. “I am none other than…” His introduction cut short by a flash light hitting him.
“Boss here they are!” The grunt aimed a gun at AnRak.
“Time to go…” He clutched her tiny wrist tight and pulled her to her feet. “Come on!” She was being difficult.
“My puzzle!” It dropped in the dirt and she fought him off to get it. “Okay, I’m ready, where do we-“
“Just run!” He yelled at her as he was about fifteen yards ahead of her. She followed clutching the puzzle and holding the jacket closed.
They ran aimlessly in the darkness. It sucked for AnRak that he went ahead of the light giving girl, because he ran smack into a wooden wall. Back to his feet his hands felt the wall. He cringed noticing his nose was bleeding from the impact.
“This is my home…” The girl’s hands rubbed over the wall, she could feel pictures that she carved into the wood.
“No it’s your zebra ******** grave!” Kalb’s flash light beamed upon them. He couldn’t be seen because it was so bright to the sewer runners.
“Zebras?!” The girl’s eyes lit up as she looked about, trying to find the Zebra. AnRak tapped her over the head, whispering it was just an odd expression.
Tilting his head Kalb noticed the girl was naked; some rather nice curves were exposed of her hips. She didn’t know what he was doing, but the feeling of violation overcame her and she moved behind AnRak to hide.
“Perhaps we should make the ******** cutie dance, you too AnRak you crafty mother ********…” Kalb’s gun aimed at their feet and he released a couple of rounds. AnRak and the girls shadows quivered against the wooden wall.
“Stop…” The girl pleaded her bare feet kicking sand up as she moved.
Kalb walked closer to them laughing, reloading his gun. “But it was so goddamn entertaining watching you dance.”
“Leave her alone, this is between-“ AnRak attempted to stand up for them but he was just pushed aside, then grabbed by two of Kalb’s men.
“Shut the ******** up!” Kalb yelled at AnRak. “What’s your name babe?” He brushed the back of his gun holding hand against her cheek, feeling her soft skin. She cringed at the coldness of the gun’s metal.
“Sh-shielsia…” A whimper of her voice, then her violet eyes looked up to him. “So you like to be entertained?” She was devising an idea to get away from them.
What the hell is she doing?! AnRak kept struggling to get free of the other armed men. “Now speaking of entertainment, I know this amazing pub down-“
“Shut that ******** trap, I am not goating this pump!” Kalb pointed his gun to AnRak to shut him up. To which AnRak held his hands out in a manner of forgiveness.
Kalb then turned back to Shielsia. “So babe, I do like to be entertained, especially by hot bitches like you…”
She gulped. At least the gun was no longer touching her. “I…” She forced a smile upon her face remembering how she entertained the murderer of Shadi, no more than a day ago, in her time, that is. Maybe she could do the same thing. “I can tell your fortune.” Her voice much cheerier. “I just need to find my cards?” Her eyes looked about to the ground, there was nothing in the sand and this hardly resembled her barn, though in a way it was familiar.
“********, I got some cards babe, maybe you can tell me what futures we got together.” He smirked holding out a deck of Duel Monsters cards. Simone was already angry at her, this girl was acting much too friendly toward Kalb now.
Even in the dark Shielsia could recognize the dark and light brown colors of the cards. “Ohhh you play this game?”
“s**t, everybody plays, where ya been down here your whole life?” His laughter was monotonously followed by his goons.
She took his cards and shuffled them. “How about we tell each other’s fortunes, like a game?” She sat on one knee, using the jacket to cover her hips more. She made several small piles of cards in the sand.
Kalb twitched his nose, watching the girl play around with his cards. It was cute in a foreign sort of way. He kneeled beside her. Wondering what she was doing.
“So how the ******** is this cockatiel game gonna work?” Kalb questioned.
Finished dividing the deck into eight piles of four. She also then drew the numbers 2000 by her and by him.
“Just like a duel, but I can’t find my cards, so we will each draw one card from one of these eight piles.” She pointed, as there were four piles on her side and four piles on his side. “We can draw from each pile, and for every card you choose from one of my piles. I will tell you how it reflects your past, present and future.” She wrote past, present and future under three of her piles.
“Feh, so it’s a duel with only 2000 life points huh? Fine, I’ll kick your a** and when I do, you gotta gimme what I want.”
“Fortune is based on luck, so maybe you’ll get lucky, but wish this game we have no hands and we only draw once and must play which ever card we draw.” She smiled while explaining the rules.
“Kick her a**!” One of the goons cheered, but AnRak elbowed him good, this would be his opportunity.
“I got this!” Kalb held his arm to silent the griping jackass. “It’s a game of ******** chance, what do I get if I win and how the hell can you tell a fortune with a card game?”
“Oh, but the cosmic forces are already in this room, so it shall not be too difficult.” With assurance in her voice, Shielsia used a trick to throw her voice to cause a bit of an echo, something she practiced and would often use in her entertainment.
Before the game begins let’s go over the basic’s of dueling with these cards. First off, this isn’t a typical 8000 life point duel and they are not drawing from deck as the duelists normally would. There would be no grave, no removed from play zones, once a card fulfilled it’s use it would be returned to Kalb.
Duel Monsters is played with monsters and spells. The monsters battle and the spells can be used to enhance them. When a player has no monsters the opponent can attack that players life points directly. Which Kalb would have done with the card he drew.
“Check this b***h out, Thunder Nyan Nyan attack mode!” It had high attack points 1900.
“I’m going to have trouble beating that… So what shall I choose, past… Future…? Or present…? Well your present seems clear so let me get to know a bit about-“
“Hurry the ******** up!” Kalb demanded.
“As you wish… Past.” She drew a card from the past pile, but something happened to her. Her eyes twitched and she disappeared, at least she felt she did, no everybody disappeared! Except Kalb and a girl.
Kalb’s fist was raised a fist in anger, he was clutching a large bone ornament. He rammed it down hard against a panicking and squealing girl. Her black hair stained with blood as a small puddle formed around her worming body. “Don’t ******** with me again b***h face!” He hollered. Going into her purse and ripping it open.
“Please… that’s Spence’s…” She pleaded.
“Mine now cunty.” He snatched from her purse a card. The card Shielsia had drawn; Stray Cat girl…
With a breath she was back in the card game, holding the Stray cat girl card, it was clean, but she could see the bloody film from the past. “You are more violent than I imagined…”
“Devil’s spit aint that the truth, eh boys?”
“It is and you beat somebody to get this card…” She said sadly as she placed the Stray Cat Girl on the field, she had only 600 attack points and wouldn’t stand much chance against Thunder Nyan Nyan.
“Is that the fortune I get?”
“This is not your card… It’s-“ It was hard to get the word out. She knew if she said something so direct it would anger him.
Frustrated Kalb demanded for her to speak up. She avoided her gaze. “This card belonged to Spence…” She knew not who Spence was, but it was the true owner of the card according to the vision she saw.
Kalb’s eyes burst with anger, his face contorted with rage and confusion. “Say that ******** name again…?”
She shook her head and subtracted 1300 life points from her total. Her hand scrubbing away the sand rewriting the new number. “I may lose the life points, but Stray Cat girl isn’t destroyed by the battle.” It was the card’s effect. As long as it remained in attack mode it could stay on the field, despite how much battle it would take.
Seeing how bothered Kalb was by what Shielsia had said AnRak wasn’t sure how this game would go. No matter the outcome, Kalb still had the fire power. Though he beat on one of the punks holding him, the guy was still standing and there was also the other one. He could slip the flash lights away from them easily, and escape through the darkness, but that would leave Shielsia.
Suddenly Simone glared at him. She was mad because this girl was taking up her Kalb, AnRak was the one they wanted. Then AnRak made a wise little smile at her, moving his eye brows, shifting his eye to the card game.
“That was a dumb ******** move.” Kalb grinned, now that it was his turn he could attack and end it. “This game was way to goddamn easy I take the rest of your life points with my sexy lil Nyan Nyan.” He smirked, but Shielsia refused to rub her points out.
“You haven’t drawn.” She whispered.
“********, no matter what card I draw I got Nyan Nyan?!” He was getting crazed over her logic.
“You want another fortune don’t you?” She echoed again. “I never told you about this pile.” Waved her hand over the forth pile. “It’s the undetermined destiny, if you draw from it things may not go the way either of us plan.”
She held her hand out for his. He smirked, moving his gun into his left hand to give her the right.
“Come with this trip of destiny with me.” She smiled, putting all of her strength into her wrist, keeping it from shaking. His grip was too tight around her tiny wrist. The contrast of black and tan flesh was palpable.
Another flash came into Shielsia’s mind. This time Kalb was squealing and begging for mercy. She saw many people surrounding him yelling, some laughing, mocking, tormenting.
She forced her hand away from him as he draw. “Feh, a ******** useless monster, Nyan nyan atta-“
“Hold it! You must play that card.”
“********, that’s not how the real game works, so screw that s**t.” Kalb denied, but as he denounced her rule, he coughed up, moving forward a bit. “Who the s**t hit me goddammit!” He jumped to his feet, glaring at AnRak.
Eyes moving back and forth; Simone was clueless to what Kalb was saying. “Nobody touched you dear…?”
Shielsia looked up at him. “It was me…” She didn’t know how, but she felt the sting of revenge, an odd sharp pain. Stricken by justice, a broken rule deserved an offense of it’s own. Then she gazed down, her hand was gripping the puzzle. “A penalty… Kalb you have to play that card.” This was the puzzle’s doing! She could feel it.
“Zombie s**t! You did not ******** touch me, I was hit in the back!”
There was an odd silence. Kalb was panting hard, he held the gun to Shielsia. His brain was telling him to press the trigger, but the finger wouldn’t move. “What the ********!” He looked at his gun. “What did you do to it!?”
“I didn’t, it was the cosmic forces...” Shielsia moaned longingly. “Neither of us can be removed until this game of destiny is complete.” She warned.
“s**t! s**t! s**t!” Kalb couldn’t believe the situation! First she loosely mentioned something of his past and now she’s getting in his head. Who was she?
“I’ll shoot-“ Kalb turned his gun toward AnRak, but he was gone and both of the thugs were out cold.
AnRak took the ghostly commotion as the opportunity to escape. He slid out from the one on the left and he swung his flash light, easily ducking the flash light hit the other thug. Then with an upper cut the initial thug was down. Now AnRak was basically outside the sewer, never to return.
“Gone…” Shielsia sighed, because he was kind to her.
Simone was shaking like a leaf, muttering incoherently.
“Shut the ******** up!” Kalb yelled angrily throwing his card down. “Guess I got no goddamn choice than to finish this game…”
“The stray cat huh?” Shielsia was happy because Thunder Nyan Nyan had a drawback effect for having such high attack points. If any other monster was played she would be removed from the field. Now it was Stray cat vs. Stray cat girl, the girl had 500 more attack points.
“Looks like you take damage.” Shielsia’s Stray cat girl was stronger than the stray cat by 500 points.
Angrily Kalb rubbed out his life points, rewriting 1500.
It was Shielsia’s time to draw. She was afraid to draw from one of the destiny piles so her hand moved toward his.
“I want my future done dammit!” Kalb demanded.
Letting out a sigh of fear Shielsia drew, this time she saw nothing. Darkness. Her glow even dimmed a bit. Kalb growled wanting to know.
“As far as I can see you have no future, except that you’re about to lose 1200 life points with this, an awesome spell card called Cat World it doub-“
“I know what it does!” He hissed tracing 300 life points in the sand as his remaining total since the spell card Cat world doubled the attack points of all cat monsters. Then he pulled a card from the present pile and threw it at her. “Tell me what this means b***h!”
The card fell into the jacket and rested against her bosom. She witnessed an odd vision it was her and him hugging. When the vision ended she found herself on top of him, leg’s straddling his side.
Simone was screaming at the top of her lungs. Kalb smirked, his hand trying to lift the jacket over her rear to grope her, but she immediately jumped off.
“The present merely forms the future, so perhaps…” She tried to make sense of it, but his card Cat girl was stronger than the Stray cat girl, the spell Cat World also doubled its attack, making it at 2400. Shielsia lost 1200 and was left with one hundred life points.
“This next card will decide your fate, if you win, or if I win.” Shielsia carefully placed her finger on the undetermined destiny pile.
Kalb got a better understanding of the game and was ready. This was probably the most unique card game he even played. “Draw it and let’s ******** see…”
“Mysterious transformation…” She grinned switching her stray cat in defense mode, leaving the spell on the field.
She placed the card face up, hoping he wouldn’t pay much attention to it.
“In defense mode you nolonger are protected by the monsters effect, so it’s time to end this s**t and add you to my harem!” He played His Magicat card which had 600 attack points. “First I’ll take down stray cat girl with cat girl, then Magicat will end it, ******** yeah I’m the best!”
“Did you not even see my mysterious transformation spell?” She looked at him, pointing to it below where her Stray cat girl was. “It summons another Cat monster, such as Monster Cat!” She smirked because Monster Cat had zero attack, but an amazing effect. When it was played it destroyed all the cards on the field and inflicted 800 damage for each monster destroyed to Kalb.
Kalb’s eye twitched angrily. “Bull ******** s**t!!!!!! This is bull s**t, you will not beat me with my own ******** cards!!!”
“It’s over and you lose…” Suddenly Shielsia’s glow began to fixate on a single point of her body, her forehead, where the eye of wedjat formed. She couldn’t see it, but Kalb and Simone saw it.
Out of anger Kalb pointed his gun, the game was over and he would no longer be humiliated, but instead he was smashed in the face with a large blunt object. Over him stood a girl holding a blood covered baseball bat. Another hit from behind. “Emily, Felicia, Tiff!” He screamed as many girls surrounded him and kept beating him.
Shielsia and Simone watched as Kalb moved all about. He was unresponsive to anything either girl said.
“Zhe devil! You are zhe devil!” Simone ran from Shielsia, but she forgot to pick up a flash light and ran straight into a wall, landing on the unconscious goons.
Alone Shielsia shivered watching Kalb’s body jerk left and right. He screamed and begged for forgiveness, but he kept moving oddly.
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just wanted to play a game..” Shielsia picked up a flash light and left the scene as well.
One week later…
Walking down the busy streets of Checkton, AnRak noticed a large crowd. Maybe he could pawn off some second hand tickets to the next duel tournament. God knows he’ll never touch the cards. As he scoured through the people to see what was so mesmerizing, his jaw dropped. IT WAS HER! Shielsia was dressed in a light grey and yellow collared top, long baggy gloves, a skirt and her hair was done up.
“Then one becomes twenty eight!” She pulled a sword about, turning it into a snake like configuration of swords, twirling them about over her head. Her eye then caught AnRak in the crowd and the swords fell all around her. They both stared at awe to one another.
 Shielsia · Mon Jul 30, 2012 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |
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