Translation
Fanfic: The Rare-Hunters
Subtitle: *Kaempfe um dein Schicksal!*
Chapter: Chapter 1
Here finally chapter 1
I hope you like it!
Chapter 1
You knock on the door. "Come in ..." You open the door and take a step into the room behind. "Ah, (your first name)! It's good to have you here!", A 19 year old boy with dark brown short hair looks at you. He is sitting behind a large desk.
"Yeah, um ... I, ...", you don't know exactly what to say. "It's okay! As I said, it's good that you came! We want you to join us!", He says calmly. “Who or what the hell are you guys ?!” You can't control yourself and you just had to say that. “It's too early to explain more to you! We have to find out a few things first!” “What's this for ?!”, you slam your fist on the desk, “I want to know what a sick game this is is !!! "
"You'll find out soon enough!" He says calmly. "I heard this sentence at least 7 times today!And the only thing I know so far is that all of them are not very tight here !!! "
"Now calm down!", The boy stands up and yells at you. You look at him in astonishment. "Before you go crazy, you'd better come with me!", The boy walks around the desk and grabs your arm. Firmly but carefully, he pulls you out of the office and leads you down a corridor. First you want to tear yourself away, but then you think about it and decide to play along.
The boy opens a heavy iron door at the end of the corridor and rudely pushes you inside. Then he says: “Here you wait until you have calmed down again!” He slams the door and locks it. "No!" You yell. But no answer from outside. "Great, why did I have to go too?" Frustrated, you sit down on a chair in the middle of the room.
First you look around for a while. That room doesn't look very friendly: dark gray walls, an old, dusty bookshelf, and several small cupboards that are also totally filthy.
You sigh and, out of sheer boredom, start counting the books on the shelf.
After a while, you will hear voices from outside. You have just arrived at 361 books when the door opens. A brown-haired girl enters, followed by the 19 year old boy and another boy in a punk outfit.
"Kaiba! What do you always do with the newbies?", The girl looks at the brown-haired boy. "She's completely freaked out, Tea!" He replies angrily. You remember the names. The punk boy comes up to you and says: "Don't worry! Kaiba is not always so unfriendly! By the way, my name is Yami!" Finally someone who is friendly to you! You get up and nod. "Kaiba, don't you think we shouldn't take (your first name) around here before we ask you?"" No, we don't have time for that! The organization has to take care of more important things! ", answers Kaiba.
"What do you want to ask me?", You look at the three a little suspiciously. Yami explains to you: "You know for sure that you should come to us!" You roll your eyes and think:
Yami continues: "And before you can be accepted, you have to pass some exams. But before you can do that, we need to know a little more about you"
Do you think and look curiously at Yami.
"And what?" You then ask. "Wait a minute, we have to get the ward doctor first," he says. "Tea, would you get Ryou?" "Sure, I will," the girl with the brown hair runs out. "Doctor? But I'm not sick!" You say reproachfully. "We know that, but our doctor needs some information, for example if you are injured," Yami explains to you.
"I'm going, I have to get the form," says Kaiba and goes too. After a few minutes he comes back with a piece of paper in his hand. "Very good! Then we can start!", Yami asks you a few questions and you answer. Kaiba then notes all of this on the piece of paper.
Suddenly Tea comes back with a white-haired boy. "Aren't you the boy from before?" You ask him. "No, my name is Ryou! The guy you mean is probably Bakura." You can't look through it anymore: "Are they something like twins?" You ask Yami. “You could say that, yes!” Ryou also asks you questions: “What type of blood do you have?” “Um, AB!” You say a little incredulously.
"Well, that's it! I know everything I need to know!", Ryou left the room.
"Ok! Now one more question before we can analyze your data ..." You are relieved that they have already asked you more than 36 questions."And what would it be?" You ask.
"Can you handle guns?"
You are taken aback.
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"No, and now tell me what this is about!": *** Chapter 3 ***
"Yes, why do you ask?": *** Chapter 4 ***
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