I just don’t get that Seto Kaiba guy! He says I have a point and he dose it his way anyway! Unbelievable! I guess it is for the best though, I do have some of Will’s sonnets memorized and I know almost everything about Willie Shakespeare.
Well, we spent hours working on and perfecting our project. We were talking about things while doing so.“ Hmm…” Kaiba was staring at me…again. “What?” I asked suspiciously. “…You remind me of someone I used to know.” I took a dakika to think about what he’d said. Then, I realized, he seemed familiar.
I know it’s impossible, but I’ve seen his blue eyes, brown hair, and unforgettable face somewhere before…
I guess it was around 9 pm when Kaiba took me nyumbani that night. I know it’s a bit early, but I wonder if he considers us friends, I thought on the ride back, I know I wish we were zaidi than friends. I don’t know why I was thinking that, I guess I’m just used to making Marafiki fast. So far, I didn’t have any friends, Joey and his Marafiki were just being nice.
I guess I must have dosed off, because when I woke up I was in my bed. Kaiba. He was the only one who could have brought me upstairs. You’re probably wondering how he got in, I know perfectly well what happened even though I was unconscious. George and Mary, my butler and maid, keep the door unlocked, to my protest. They tell me not to worry because if someone came in and wanted to do us harm, L.I.S.A. would take care of them with the various traps around the house and sound the siren for the police. I only halfheartedly believed that. Sometimes, George would turn L.I.S.A. off before going to bed. George and Mary were probably in their rooms on the third floor. Their rooms were in the back, so they couldn’t have seen the limo pull up unless they went to the closet up front kwa the window. Which I highly doubt, there’s nothing in there but old wire hangers. I turned on my left side only to see the numbers 2:39 illuminated in my dark room. Usually, I don’t wake up in the middle of the night, I’m a heavy sleeper. But I guess tonight is special.
I started to doze off when I felt something, au someone, songesha in my bed. I stayed still for a moment to see if it’d happen again. Again, someone shifted. kwa this time, I was literally freaking out! The last time someone was in my kitanda it was my mom. When I was like two years old. Now, I felt something through my shirt. It was wet and smelled of blood…
I threw my covers off and almost ran to the light switch. So many thoughts were going through my head. The loudest of all was the one that disturbed me the most. It’s him, called my conscience, it’s Kaiba.
Sure enough, when I turned on the light switch and turned around, it was, indeed, Kaiba. I gasped and went over to the side of the kitanda he was on. I looked at him. Half of his face was splattered with blood, like he’d shot someone. His right hand was clutching his side where he appeared to be wounded. I moved his hand that had blood dripping down from his elbow to his fingers. Where his hand once was his shati was soaked in blood, there was a hole in his shati that I knew to be a bullet hole.
When I saw the hole, I looked away, I found myself looking at Seto’s face. He was awake, his cold blue eyes seemed to ask me for help, but his face told me that he was too pained to say a word. There was blood dripping on the floor, coming from the side of his mouth that, once it had flowed down, eventually soaked into my bed.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as I reached for my phone on the kitanda side meza, jedwali and called 9-1-1. The whole time I was thinking, ‘This can’t be happening. Not to Seto. Please, God, not Seto.’ The lady on the phone answered, “Hello? Who would wewe like to be connected to?” ‘This can’t be happening.’ “The police.” There was a pause after the lady alisema ‘OK’.
“Domino Police Station, what’s your emergency?” alisema a young but elderly man in his late 50’s that I figured to be the chief. “My best fiend’s been shot!” I told him as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Where do wewe live?” “8700 Southcrest road, we’re on the 2nd floor.” “We’ll be on our way with an ambulance. What’s your name Miss?” “Emma Taka.” “Hold tight Miss Taka.” He alisema and hung up.
“I called the police, Seto. They’re on their way.” I told Seto. All of a sudden, Seto pushes me until I landed on the floor on my right side. I hit my head on a History book carelessly thrown on the floor and was paralyzed for a few seconds. Bang! “OWW!” Those were the two sounds I heard as I was getting up. I saw that Seto had been shot again and I stood up thinking the shooter was still in the room. I was right.
I turned around to see Joey! He had on all black and had a black pistol that was pointed straight at me! Right as he was about to pull the trigor, I gave him a round-house kick to the head so hard that I knocked him out. Even though my dad never had the time to take me to any martial arts classes, au teach me how to fight, I still learned some moves kwa watching sinema and playing video games.
While Joey was unconscious, my first instinct was to through him out the window and get Seto and me out of here. No wait, I thought, it wouldn’t do me au Seto any justice to have an attempted murderer, I guessed, on the loose. I had to think of how to get all three of us outside.
Then it hit me. I started rummaging through my dressers and got about three pairs out. I tied the socks around Joey’s wrists to form a kind of handcuff on him. I heard the police sirens outside, blue and red lights illuminating the otherwise dark and depressing street. They’re here.
Well, we spent hours working on and perfecting our project. We were talking about things while doing so.“ Hmm…” Kaiba was staring at me…again. “What?” I asked suspiciously. “…You remind me of someone I used to know.” I took a dakika to think about what he’d said. Then, I realized, he seemed familiar.
I know it’s impossible, but I’ve seen his blue eyes, brown hair, and unforgettable face somewhere before…
I guess it was around 9 pm when Kaiba took me nyumbani that night. I know it’s a bit early, but I wonder if he considers us friends, I thought on the ride back, I know I wish we were zaidi than friends. I don’t know why I was thinking that, I guess I’m just used to making Marafiki fast. So far, I didn’t have any friends, Joey and his Marafiki were just being nice.
I guess I must have dosed off, because when I woke up I was in my bed. Kaiba. He was the only one who could have brought me upstairs. You’re probably wondering how he got in, I know perfectly well what happened even though I was unconscious. George and Mary, my butler and maid, keep the door unlocked, to my protest. They tell me not to worry because if someone came in and wanted to do us harm, L.I.S.A. would take care of them with the various traps around the house and sound the siren for the police. I only halfheartedly believed that. Sometimes, George would turn L.I.S.A. off before going to bed. George and Mary were probably in their rooms on the third floor. Their rooms were in the back, so they couldn’t have seen the limo pull up unless they went to the closet up front kwa the window. Which I highly doubt, there’s nothing in there but old wire hangers. I turned on my left side only to see the numbers 2:39 illuminated in my dark room. Usually, I don’t wake up in the middle of the night, I’m a heavy sleeper. But I guess tonight is special.
I started to doze off when I felt something, au someone, songesha in my bed. I stayed still for a moment to see if it’d happen again. Again, someone shifted. kwa this time, I was literally freaking out! The last time someone was in my kitanda it was my mom. When I was like two years old. Now, I felt something through my shirt. It was wet and smelled of blood…
I threw my covers off and almost ran to the light switch. So many thoughts were going through my head. The loudest of all was the one that disturbed me the most. It’s him, called my conscience, it’s Kaiba.
Sure enough, when I turned on the light switch and turned around, it was, indeed, Kaiba. I gasped and went over to the side of the kitanda he was on. I looked at him. Half of his face was splattered with blood, like he’d shot someone. His right hand was clutching his side where he appeared to be wounded. I moved his hand that had blood dripping down from his elbow to his fingers. Where his hand once was his shati was soaked in blood, there was a hole in his shati that I knew to be a bullet hole.
When I saw the hole, I looked away, I found myself looking at Seto’s face. He was awake, his cold blue eyes seemed to ask me for help, but his face told me that he was too pained to say a word. There was blood dripping on the floor, coming from the side of his mouth that, once it had flowed down, eventually soaked into my bed.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as I reached for my phone on the kitanda side meza, jedwali and called 9-1-1. The whole time I was thinking, ‘This can’t be happening. Not to Seto. Please, God, not Seto.’ The lady on the phone answered, “Hello? Who would wewe like to be connected to?” ‘This can’t be happening.’ “The police.” There was a pause after the lady alisema ‘OK’.
“Domino Police Station, what’s your emergency?” alisema a young but elderly man in his late 50’s that I figured to be the chief. “My best fiend’s been shot!” I told him as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Where do wewe live?” “8700 Southcrest road, we’re on the 2nd floor.” “We’ll be on our way with an ambulance. What’s your name Miss?” “Emma Taka.” “Hold tight Miss Taka.” He alisema and hung up.
“I called the police, Seto. They’re on their way.” I told Seto. All of a sudden, Seto pushes me until I landed on the floor on my right side. I hit my head on a History book carelessly thrown on the floor and was paralyzed for a few seconds. Bang! “OWW!” Those were the two sounds I heard as I was getting up. I saw that Seto had been shot again and I stood up thinking the shooter was still in the room. I was right.
I turned around to see Joey! He had on all black and had a black pistol that was pointed straight at me! Right as he was about to pull the trigor, I gave him a round-house kick to the head so hard that I knocked him out. Even though my dad never had the time to take me to any martial arts classes, au teach me how to fight, I still learned some moves kwa watching sinema and playing video games.
While Joey was unconscious, my first instinct was to through him out the window and get Seto and me out of here. No wait, I thought, it wouldn’t do me au Seto any justice to have an attempted murderer, I guessed, on the loose. I had to think of how to get all three of us outside.
Then it hit me. I started rummaging through my dressers and got about three pairs out. I tied the socks around Joey’s wrists to form a kind of handcuff on him. I heard the police sirens outside, blue and red lights illuminating the otherwise dark and depressing street. They’re here.
Maz: *Staring at his hand which has been pried free from his best monster cards, knowing that because of his opponent's crush card virus, he is doomed*
Seto: *Laughing* Make your songesha Maz!
Maz: I'm thinking! *He shouts and summons to the field Senju of the Thousand Hands, then grins and brings to his hand Relinquished then activates the muhuri of Orichalcos* Welcome to my world mister kaiba! *Then he summons to the field his best card, relinquished* Now to activate Remove trap on your crush card virus! Now Relinquished, assimilate Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!
To Be continued...
Seto: *Laughing* Make your songesha Maz!
Maz: I'm thinking! *He shouts and summons to the field Senju of the Thousand Hands, then grins and brings to his hand Relinquished then activates the muhuri of Orichalcos* Welcome to my world mister kaiba! *Then he summons to the field his best card, relinquished* Now to activate Remove trap on your crush card virus! Now Relinquished, assimilate Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon!
To Be continued...