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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 11:20 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:01 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 2:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:44 am
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((I'll post his pic later xd )) Bakura ran down the hallway, thanking whatever divine power was responsible for getting his jury rigged security camera to work for once. Sprinting past security systems it had taken him five years to hack into and shut down, Bakura skidded to a stop in the doorway. Bracing himself, he looked into he dim, dusty laboratory. Sure, Bakrua was slim and fit, but a runner he was not, so he was breatheing heavier than usual. He spotted Seto on the floor, looking dazed and beat up. "Oh my ra... Seto, you haven't changed..." Bakrua breathed, staring at the young man on the ground. It had been 20 years sinse Seto had disappeared, and he still looked 17. Bakura on the other hand was 36, going on 37. Bakura was tall, slim, with white hair down to his waist, still as thick and white as ever. A light blue shirt covered his tatoos of angel wings on his back, and Never Forgive, Never Forget across his chest. Black jeans covered his bottom half, and he was currently running around in white socks.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 1:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 2:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 11:38 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:35 pm
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"I know love, just get dressed. It's 2 PM already." "Iunwanna, daddy!" the little girl screamed, kicking around as DUke tried to get her to wear some clothes. "Damnit girl, I know you're ill and s**t, but there's no need for you to start being all crazy." The girl's eyes filled up with tears as Duke forced her into her dress, and hooked out a brush. "I'm seven years old now! I can do that myself!" Duke sighed and rolled his eyes, and allowed her to take the brush. He then went downstairs to the kitchen, where he found his 13-year old smoking. "Hey, what the- Put that away right now!" The girl with punky pink hair raised a brow and sticked out her tongue, before getting up and handing Duke the cigarette. "Here, I know you want it." Duke sighed and rolled his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be in school...?" The girl smirked. "Aren't you supposed to set an example...?" Before Duke could reply to this, someone started crying upstairs, and a girl's voice tried to calm the child down. He went upstairs and found his 21-year-old girlfriend trying to calm down his 4-year-old son, who had been trying to climb the sink and take dad's medicine and fell off in the process. Duke took Roman from her and kissed her on her cheek, trying to calm her down. Stress wasn't good for a pregnant woman.
Duke's eyes suddenly had this hopelessness as he hooked out his cell and dialed Bakura's number, not able to put up with this anymore. Somehow, Bakura was more of a dad to his kids than he was. (ages and names: 21yr - Alice 13yr - Sasha 7yr - Emma 4yr - Roman)
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 3:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:13 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:01 pm
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Jounouchi, as always was blunt, and when the response to his door knocking wasn't what he had wanted, he huffed. Darn it, he knew Ryou had a problem with putting himself up in the basement at odd times, but he smiled as he found the door unlocked, in his arms were his two younger children, Ren and Raka. "Kura san! We brought your groceries for you!" Jounouchi called out. "Ren and Raka came to visit! And Neko's being a real pain in my butt again! Yugi's about to boil over with rage if that kid causes anymore problems- and-"
Just as he was coming to the bottom of the stairs he blinked, nearly fell over. Jounouchi had changed a little since his teen years, he wore a carmel colored turtle- neck and was busy balancing one child and a one year old, on top of an armload of said groceries.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:08 pm
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