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[ofthepuzzle]

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       “I— am unsure how to respond to that.”

[briilliance1]

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“I’ve learned to ignore a lot of things you guys do.”

[hostofthering]

anzu & honda both: friends dont lie

ryou : sweats and sinks into a wall 

[twistedbones]

It’s A Hard-Knock Life

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Solis fucked up. It was the one thought that ran through his mind as he felt his arm twisted up behind his back.

“Damn, he feels real enough,” the man who held him said.

He was powerless to stop as he felt fingers going over his bones. It was like he was being assessed, one hand going around his neck so the other men could observe him. These guys weren’t after him for any other reason than he was a curiosity, an oddity in a world that didn’t know monsters beyond the ones on a screen or brought to life by technology.

One of the smaller guys forced Solis’s head up. “Looks like someone’s been beating on him before we got to him.”

“Yeah, and they were better at it than you,” Solis piped up, grinning tightly. “If all ya wanna do is stare, I’ll stand around until ya get tired.”

That did it. The one holding him twisted him around then slammed him up against the wall. There was a sickening crack and Solis let out a scream of agony. He could feel the shift on his left shoulder blade and the wetness that was blooming across his shirt.

Not deterred by the pain he’d already caused, the brute drove his fist into Solis’s face. He felt the wetness there as well, sliding down his cheek.

A soft scoff filled his ear holes. “The freak even bleeds.”

Solis’s knees were kicked out from under him and he looked up to see them gearing up for more. These guys didn’t care, they’d jumped him because he looked different. Now that they found out he could bleed, they wanted to see how far they could go. Wouldn’t they be so disappointed when he turned into a pile of dust.

He closed his eyes, feeling more blows, unable to fight back. This time, he wanted to, but the power just wasn’t there. All he could do was wait for the right hit to finally end his miserable life.

[gamepenalty]

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“Those who trespass get the penalty. That is how it is, Honda.”

[futurxxs]

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“I’ve heard from Téa that you all have recently graduated? Congratulations, my friend.”

[ask-thebrothers-kaiba]

A Boy’s Bodyguard.

{ Starter for @nobxlitas }

Mokuba Kaiba was resourceful. Quick-witted. Smart enough to be older than he was – but these traits alone, sometimes, weren’t enough to keep him out of trouble. Seto could turn his back for one day - one measly day - and find that someone was holding him for ransom or threatening his life. This isn’t meant to say the boy was weak, or that he couldn’t handle himself – quite on the contrary. He had escaped the clutches of a few wannabe kidnappers, knocked out at least three on a separate occasion, and even managed to call the police when no one was looking. It left a fair amount of shock on their faces when they heard police sirens, but being the idiots they were, they couldn’t make it out fast enough. Eighty percent of the time, Mokuba’s kidnappers were hauled away in a police car, and he was brought home with the reminder that absolutely no one could be trusted. At this point, no hired-hand could be paid enough to ensure Mokuba’s safety. With little to no options left, Seto made one last-ditch effort that he knew had the least chance of going wrong, though he felt the choice he had to make was… Unfortunate. 

     If there was anyone in this world Seto trusted, it was Yugi. They had been through enough to prove his trustworthiness, but he would have been a fool to think he could handle the duties of a bodyguard. Thus, Seto had two candidates in mind. It was either going to be Jonouchi or Honda – though, really, he already knew who he was going to choose for the job. It wasn’t as though he didn’t trust Jonouchi, but dealing with him on a regular basis would be insufferable at best. Honda was his best shot, and since Seto couldn’t recall ever having had a problem with him, he was also Seto's only real choice. Jonouchi seemed like more of an afterthought. 

     Around noon, Seto had requested Honda’s cellphone number. It was delivered by an unnamed informant minutes later, and within the hour his receptionist was on the phone setting up an appointment between them. 

     “– Hiroto Honda?” A woman’s voice inquired.

     “Seto Kaiba has requested to see you at two o’clock sharp. You are to meet him in his office on time, and please, dress nicely. Thank you.”

     She hadn’t given him time to respond. As was the Kaiba way, this was a demand - not a request.

[dreamsofpositivity]

nobxlitas replied to your post: k i s s t h e t o l ((if you want whoops))

When Dream had given him a kiss, Honda just took hold of him and put him on his shoulders. “There, now you’re taller than me.”

A soft gasp.

The view is so different! “Oooh! This is amaging!”