Bakura stood outside of his house,looking at the burnt,ugly black
house."...No."He whimpered,running to the house and using his force
to push open the door.Coughing at the strong smell of the smoke he
looked around,wide eyed.Burning corpses of his family.He made his
way deeper,where the cracklings of fire grew louder.He was the one
alive in the family.He scurried out of the place he used to call
home,not wanting to be a barbecued Pidove.Once outside,he took a
breath of air and ran to the nearest thing he could think of--the
park.
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
Draco hadn't been paying attention to what was going on around the
neighborhood, too preoccupied with him and his friends. Draco only
noticed until now what had just happened. Draco stared at the
burning house and sighed. "Wonder what happened there." Draco
quietly said to himself, still not fond of talking. Draco left his
house, curious what everyone else was doing and noticed a group of
gijinka's who were mainly eating and hanging out. Draco just
decided to ignore them.
Draco then just looked around till he spotted a figure near the
park. Draco decided to walk over to the figure as it seemed it be
out of breath and possibly wounded. Draco walked over and poked the
figure on the shoulder "You ok?" Draco asked, trying to use as
little words as possible.
Flinching from the sudden voice that came from nowhere,Bakura stood
straight and slowly turned back.Oh,it was a Typhlosion gijinka.How
nice.Fidgeting,he looked around and stared at his feet."Uh,are you
talking to me,sir?"
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?