Wow

I love this story, and I think there should be a fic where Yami and Osama Bin Laden duel, and Yami wins, like he does most of the time.

Keep up your great writing!

Good fanfic

*Tears in eyes* This is amazing. I remember 9/11...almost like it was a dream...I was was 8 and in 3rd grade. My class and I had just come back from a hectic recess game of kickball and we were talking to our friends before our teacher-Mrs. G-came in to start the math lesson.

Mrs. G came in like always...only, this time, it was different. She floated in like a ghost and she had tears in her eyes. She sat on a stool in the cornor and looked at us for 5 minutes straight. It was freaking us out. Someone asked what was wrong and then she told us what had happened. Most of my class came from large families(we're a bunch of country kids, don't forget)and had one or two family memebers in New York, Pennslvaina and/or DC.

Anyway, we were put on the buses and sent home. I was terrified out my wits; my uncle Teddy worked in the Twin Towers. When I got home, I raced into the house and my parents were sitting on the small couch watching the TV. My mom was just staring in shock at the sight. Dad was too. Honest to God, when I saw that dark, evil, ugly balck smoke raising from the collapsing towers into that clear, beautiful blue sky, I felt my heart stop.

I remember wanting to scream and run and tell myself it wasn't true. But I just couldn't seem to move. Over the next few months, my class talked about the 9/11 attacks and pointed out that the date turned into the emergency number 9-1-1. My family found out that my uncle didn't survive: he was not among those who walked from the ruble.

And they say Islam is a peaceful religon. Yeah, and I'm Yami Yugi's girlfriend.

What! that was it? Man too short, too short! oh well,it was still good!

ttfn

Imagenation Queen

Very interesting. They had alot of reaction to it. I wonder what was going through the mind of Seto Kaiba when this act happened. How would he react? What would he feel? Kaiba is really not a cold person. He just doesent like to show his real self. Just something to think on. Keep writing the good ones!

I'm now afraid of planes. Everytime a plane flys over our house, I think we might get bombed. Even though I'm in Canada. I was in Grade 5 on September 11th. I still remembered how freaked we were. Our teacher was freaked out the most. His parents were in New York. They were okay, they didn't die or get injured. God, whats wrong with the world? Everyone should listen to the song "Where is The Love" by Black Eyed Pea's. That song tells the truth!

I was only nine and I was in fifth grade. Everybody had just come back from gym class, gasping for breath, chattering joyously, and some kid grumbling about how his shoes flew off when he ran or tried to kick the kick ball. (I swear that happens to that person!) I don't know exactly what everyone said, I don't remember. But pretty soon Mr.A had the TV on on that metal stand in the corner, and I saw what happened. I had never known the twin towers existed, but I felt like someone had ripped a hole in the bottom of my stomache. I had that sinking, unsafe feel of fear and uncertainty. Kids were being taken home and I was really scared by then, a lot of kids thought the school would be bombed. But I am rambling.
So sad, so many people died. But I can smile on something here! A kid in my class, a full year later in sixth grade, wrote a story which involved capturing Osam and Sadam, then taking the most prized things they had, Osama's goat and Huissein's hummer. That made me laugh.
This was a good fic, I must end my reveiw humbley. You have truelly made me think about the frailty of the illusion of safety that we all have. Excellent writing fellow authoress.
~Zita

Very heartfelt. I like it. i felt the same way. my economics teacher was upset because her husband worked at the pentagon. I remember that day with reverance. That's cool that you had Yugi be the author. It's kinda like The Outsiders where Pony boy wrote it. Small favor, could you read and review my fics for me? Thanks.

~has tears coming down~ I remember September 11 like it was only yesterday...I was in 5th grade. (At a Catholic school in state far away for New York) I was in computer class when my computer teacher turned on a TV which was in the room and I could see smoke, and a reporter said something about New York. I thought someone bombed a building, so I'm all whatever, no big deal, this happens a lot. (It still weighs on my concience to this day T_T). I didn't realize something was wrong, until next period music, when the intercom went off and asked my music teacher if I was there. The teacher said yes, and the secretary asked her to send me to the office, ready to leave. I said goodbye to my classmates, and when I'm heading to the office where my mom and brother are, I'm thinking my brother must be sick, so my mom decided to take us both home. My brother was fine, and on our way out, we saw one of my classmate's mom, my mom said that my grandparents (Who were visiting form another state) would have to leave earlier than originally planned. My brother and were upset. I asked mom if something was wrong in my grandparents' state, and she said there was stuff going wrong in the whole world. We went home, and my grandparent's were wtching the news, and...I'm starting to ramble! I'll tell you the rest in my story which will come out on September 11 2004! Sorry!

good story.

YAY! Fantastical fic! I can't believe I didn't read this sooner. T_T Yami dooes need to go and KICK OSAMA AND SADDAM'S ASSES! *singing* Good bless America

My home sweet home!

~Summer aka NekoYasha

Here is a bunny for you!

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Okay...so it's not a good bunny... .; Ja ne!

This was good, not as emotional as I thought it

would be. but, it did remind me of what happened

and what we went through that day. All my friends

all upset, I worried for my grandmother as she

lived in New York. She never saw them fall. As it

was alreadt too late.

Thanks for this. It's inspiring and you're a great writer. Continue writing and God Bless America.

I know this is late, but I really liked your story. It isn't like all these junky and stupid ones I've been reading its heart felt and thats the type of writing I love to read. I hope you'll write more like this. Keep up the good work!

Capri