

DiscoveryHushed voices met Honda Hiroto’s ears as he entered the male students’ restroom. He had noticed Jounouchi Katsuya and Bakura Ryou eyeing each other suspiciously at the end of the school day; giving each other discreet signals, hoping to keep some sort of secret to themselves. Their voices, though only whispers, met his ears. “I think someone just came in.” “Makes it a little more exciting, doesn’t it?” A giggle reverberated off the tile walls. Honda could clearly decipher it to be the voice of Bakura. His eyes scanned under the stalls, finding two pairs of feet in one. He motioned to Motou Yuugi, who had acDiscovery


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"Oh, he's been fine!" Yugi groaned, waving his hand. "Don't worry about him so much; you'll make your brain explode." He stood on his toes on the ladder he was using to reach a top shelf. Malik leaned on the front desk of the Kame Game Shop.
"He's not still mad at me, is he?"
Yugi scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Quite frankly, if he didn't like you, I wouldn't like you." Malik's eyelids drooped, and he sulked.
"Wow, that feels reassuring..." he grumbled. Yugi hopped down from the ladder and folded it up for storage.
"What's going on with you, Malik


The Apparition: Encounter IVThe ApparitionThe Apparition: Encounter IV
Encounter IV: Malevolence
I woke up. The bright sunlight burned cheerily into my retinas, causing me to hiss in pain and annoyance as I shielded my eyes and struggled to sit up. Once the spots stopped obscuring my vision, I noticed I was tucked snugly in my bed—quite an improvement in comparison to the cold tile floor I had been lying on before, assuming my memory was correct.
As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, Grandpa emerged from the hall holding an assortment of bandages and an ice pack, a worried look on his face. He lifted his head, his eyes lighting up upon
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(-.- ) I once had a rabbit named Behr
.(_).. He was the best dog ever
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There's Stuka's over Disneyland!
"You can't admit to what you haven't denied."
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
-Excerpt from "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" By Oscar Wild
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Kihomi
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