A Story By: Shrine Maiden Kitty
Kitty: Woo, I was actually going to write some kind of biography for myself, but I decided to make it about our Ryou-chan! I mean... all I did was put in Bakura and Yuugi in the place of mine and a friend's name... hehe
Bakura: Lazy is what I call it...
Kitty: Shut up... Ryou, be a good boy and do the disclaimer.
Ryou: *bubbles out from under the stove*
Disclaimer: Kitty doesn't own Yugioh. Wehooo!
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*Wait For Me*
No matter how much I try to convince myself, others just scoff at my ignorance. "You're alright," they say almost too quickly, it makes me really contemplate whether or not they're just feeling sorry for me. They've all witnessed how quickly I look away when my eyes make contact with theirs, and are confused by the distressed aura I give off in the uncomfortable silence that never ceases to follow.
They've heard my voice, filled with shame, complaining about myself, then apologizing for being existent in such a dishonorable manner. It's all quite pathetic, when it all comes down to it. Some days I laugh, in an almost insane manner, to the delight of everyone around me. Sometimes, I'm not too positive, it could actually be annoyance at my childish gesture, but I now am at a stage in my life where I'm beyond caring. Then, there's the days where I sit silent, eyes downcast, and can hold that position for hours at a time. I say nothing, I do not smile, and I do not acknowledge anyone else, regardless whether or not I had heard their calling in the first place.
These are the days when their eyes shift toward me constantly, their faces contorted in worry and confusion at my lack of liveliness. Their first method is always to try and drown me in optimism, but I can't hear them, how could I? I am nothing but the shell of a once vibrant and exuberant young child who used to have so many dreams. Used to... They say the only one who can take your dreams away are you, yourself, and that's true. I've taken my hopes and dreams and torched them mercilessly in blind panic, all that's left now is this fear, and empty existence. I live life each day by letting each new opportunity pass me by quickly so I don't have to stop and think about it.
These are the days I encounter most often.
But, don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm unhappy, just empty. There's nothing... left. Maybe if, things would have been different... Maybe... But you see, you can't survive with just 'maybes', so I'm afraid I don't have much time left...
"Hey, Bakura, c'mon, the bell's about to ring!"
"I'm coming, Yuugi-kun!" I'm coming... wait for me... I'll come back one day...
*OWARI*
Kitty: Dunno, doubt I'll write a sequel, I mean, I'm supposed to leave y'all hanging, right?! All good authors do it... heh...
Bakura: Meh...heh heh... she think's she's a good author...heheheh
Kitty: *glare*
Ryou: *whispering to Bakura* Now you've done it, you've caused her to conjure the "Battosai Death Stare", all the good hitokiris are sporting it...
Kitty: I'm hip! Woo!
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Kitty: Woo, I was actually going to write some kind of biography for myself, but I decided to make it about our Ryou-chan! I mean... all I did was put in Bakura and Yuugi in the place of mine and a friend's name... hehe
Bakura: Lazy is what I call it...
Kitty: Shut up... Ryou, be a good boy and do the disclaimer.
Ryou: *bubbles out from under the stove*
Disclaimer: Kitty doesn't own Yugioh. Wehooo!
***
*Wait For Me*
No matter how much I try to convince myself, others just scoff at my ignorance. "You're alright," they say almost too quickly, it makes me really contemplate whether or not they're just feeling sorry for me. They've all witnessed how quickly I look away when my eyes make contact with theirs, and are confused by the distressed aura I give off in the uncomfortable silence that never ceases to follow.
They've heard my voice, filled with shame, complaining about myself, then apologizing for being existent in such a dishonorable manner. It's all quite pathetic, when it all comes down to it. Some days I laugh, in an almost insane manner, to the delight of everyone around me. Sometimes, I'm not too positive, it could actually be annoyance at my childish gesture, but I now am at a stage in my life where I'm beyond caring. Then, there's the days where I sit silent, eyes downcast, and can hold that position for hours at a time. I say nothing, I do not smile, and I do not acknowledge anyone else, regardless whether or not I had heard their calling in the first place.
These are the days when their eyes shift toward me constantly, their faces contorted in worry and confusion at my lack of liveliness. Their first method is always to try and drown me in optimism, but I can't hear them, how could I? I am nothing but the shell of a once vibrant and exuberant young child who used to have so many dreams. Used to... They say the only one who can take your dreams away are you, yourself, and that's true. I've taken my hopes and dreams and torched them mercilessly in blind panic, all that's left now is this fear, and empty existence. I live life each day by letting each new opportunity pass me by quickly so I don't have to stop and think about it.
These are the days I encounter most often.
But, don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm unhappy, just empty. There's nothing... left. Maybe if, things would have been different... Maybe... But you see, you can't survive with just 'maybes', so I'm afraid I don't have much time left...
"Hey, Bakura, c'mon, the bell's about to ring!"
"I'm coming, Yuugi-kun!" I'm coming... wait for me... I'll come back one day...
*OWARI*
Kitty: Dunno, doubt I'll write a sequel, I mean, I'm supposed to leave y'all hanging, right?! All good authors do it... heh...
Bakura: Meh...heh heh... she think's she's a good author...heheheh
Kitty: *glare*
Ryou: *whispering to Bakura* Now you've done it, you've caused her to conjure the "Battosai Death Stare", all the good hitokiris are sporting it...
Kitty: I'm hip! Woo!
WOO WOO REVIEW!