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Chapter 3 (I DO NOT OWN yugioh) Yugi started out of his memories when a demanding knock sounded on his door. He threw off his comforters and opened the door, standing there was someone he had thought he left behind. Duke Devilan, Yugi’s most trusted informer and tracker, Yugi had sworn the man could find anything, and Yugi was proven right. He had thought he had disappeared completely, but the man’s presence had proved him wrong. “It’s been a longtime friend.” Duke said. “What are you doing here Duke?” “Looking for my Captain, and to pass a message.” Duke said and pushed forward forcin

 WARNING! WARNING! "The Pharaoh and the Slave" Doujinshi spoilers! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! LINK TO THE ORIGINAL STORY IN THE DISCRIPTION! I ADVISE THAT YOU READ THAT! Yugi staggered onwards, his body thin and malnourished, the stick in his hand tapping the desert before him, his skin telling him where the sun was. The cloth tied over his eyes keeping them hidden, his skin most likely burnt or tanned, the cape -that he had somehow managed to keep a hold of over the trek- and the slaves tunic he still wore with one sandal doing little to shield his body against the heat of the open desert. Yugi kept moving, knowing he'd have to find water some

I rolled over in bed, looking up at the sun roof. I saw that the sun was just peering over the edge of the window. I rolled over, burying my face into my pillow. I sighed; there was no way I was getting back to bed. I sat up, stretching. I got out of bed, getting dressed in a simple black sleeveless cotton shirt and jeans.  Walking over to the window, I looking at the village bellow the hill. My name is Yugi Motou. I’m 18, and I live at the edge of a small village. I live alone, but it doesn’t bother me. I go into town a lot, so I never really am alone. I pulled on my shoes and a blue jacket, running a hand through my black, gold

Warnings: Mentioning sexual activities, turtlecest, slash, gay, incest. Insomnia, possibly onesided. Pairings: Leo/Raph. Their family varied in many ways. Donatello had a theory that they mutated differently, that body parts and mind was far more different than they could imagine. Leonardo had to agree. It seemed fully possible; perhaps not promising, but possible. He knew for a fact that he had some kind of insomnia, which his brothers had not. He knew that he could rarely sleep more than an hour. Despite this, however, he didn't show the symptoms that meant lack of sleep. Unlike Raphael. Raphael… Raphael slept. A lot. When