DISCLAIMER: This girl right here does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! If I did, I'd be doing something else right now.
A/N: I've been productive the last day. Read most of Wild Aces and Faust, two great YamixHikari stories, wrote a few more chapters in my own RyouxBakura story, and another chapter of my "Christmas" ficcy. n.n I wanted to get this beta'd, but I was to eager to post it up. -.-;
So Enjoy!
Green, Black, White
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The slight dripping of blood echoed through the sewers.
Blood was quite alright with him, actually. It wasn't the fact that he was wading knee deep in bloody water that scared him out of his wits, but more along the lines that he didn't know what he was doing there. The boy felt a chill, suddenly shivering as he noted his unnaturally black and green hair. He must have had it dyed recently. He grasped at his throat and realized his pendant was gone.
Was he looking for it?
The boy didn't even remember his name. In the dim light that filtered through a manhole ahead of him, he could make out a swarm of rats. He made a face.
Damn rats.
Wading through the rats, he wished he'd at least known his name.
Because what would he be able to do without it?
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The sunlight was unbearable. It just made him want to blanch.
What had he been doing? What about his pendant?
No, he didn't remember anything, nothing whatsoever. Before opening his eyes to see a blood covered sewer, he could only remember blackness. He remembered vaguely something about his condition, some kind of multiple personality disorder or something, but it seemed he would never remember anything.
Well, actually, it seemed he retained memory of knowing things, such as that he'd been in a sewer, although he had no memory of learning about sewers in the first, and that his hair color was not naturally black and green. He also remembered that Almondo's was a recent chain of coffee shops, and no one would mind if a blood covered boy walked in and used the bathroom.
The sun was setting as the boy entered the coffee shop, nodding at the person behind the counter before moving onto the bathroom.
The guy didn't look at him twice.
In the mirror of the bathroom, he checked out his eyes. They were dry, due to the cross-designed contacts in them. Apparently, the contacts had been there for a while. The boy took them out. Now he could see, slightly blurred, his odd colored eyes; the left was a shocking green while the right was a jet black, almost hypnotic.
He had no doubt the colors were surgically changed.
His hair, as noted before, was black and green, but not dyed to the roots. The roots remained a white color.
Was he a natural albino?
The hair was also fairly long, reaching past his shoulders. It was also stained in spots with blood. The boy traced over his facial features for what he new must've been the zillionth time. He looked about eighteen, a wild guess, and he had such strange eyes…
He seemed unnatural, completely unnatural.
And indeed, the boy was mesmerized with tracing his face, trying to brand it in his memory, although he knew it wouldn't stay for, at the most, even a few months.
Regressive amnesia or multiple personality disorder of some sort. He couldn't recall which, and he couldn't recall his name.
And it added to a mystery of why he was in a blood stained tunnel. And why is it that the only thing he seemed to remember about himself was his pendant?
He missed it dearly.
And… the boy looked down at himself and almost fainted.
At least the bathroom he'd entered was not gender-specific. He was wearing a skirt.
A SKIRT!
Indeed, the skirt was a short one. Shorter than his fingertips. Lifting up his skirt, he almost fainted again, seeing as he found himself wearing girl's panties.
WHAT IN THE NAME OF. . .
As far as he could tell, he hadn't gone for a sex change. Almost frantic, the boy searched his own body, sighing in relief that he had only the usual male organs, nothing more or less.
Thank you.
But still, he was dressed as a girl. Looking down at his attire, he blushed at that he was wearing a school girl's outfit, with bloodied, soaked socks that reached above knee length, and black Mary-Janes, filled with sewer water and blood. His skirt was short, black, with pleats and a white gold buckle. His shirt was a regular flannel shirt, moss color plaid, and it was buttoned up. He was glad he wasn't wearing a woman's bra.
But…
He reached into his skirt pocket automatically, inexplicably remembering to do something he'd done before.
Pulling out a letter, he read it.
Date: October 25th
Dear Other-
Thanks again for starting the chain of letters, although I'm sure you do not remember. But I lost our collection. I'm sorry about that. But I have a feeling that we don't need to start all over from scratch again!
I've been here for sixth months, a record, according to our letters. The binder I kept them in was lost, something I entirely regret. All of our progress was saved in there, along with the letters you wrote to your sister before the incident where I came into play. However, I too have amnesia, so it seemed impossible to determine what had happened and why. But dear, we have a clue, a salvation! You may notice that your hair is dyed and that your eyes have been surgically re-colored. I opted not have eye-surgery to benefit our seeing. I particularly liked the contacts.
I'm trying to break through to you as you read. I'm not sure about how to do this, but I think I may be able to with the knowledge I have now. I don't know how I know this, but I know my time's almost up. So I'm writing this now. Sticking it in my pocket for later.
Home is 3899 on Sixty. More clues lie in wait there. But if I'm gone before the end of today, there's a party I'm going to. It's at the mansion at the top of the hill. The Kaiba Mansion. I, somehow, have become Kaiba's friend.
One last note. Our sister. She was killed in an accident the last time you were here. She was in some trouble, and it's your job to find out what it was. Seto is the only one who knows what I'm… you're, doing. You're dressing as your sister, and because I don't know your name, you're being her.
Your name now is Amane.
Peace
Amane, folding up his letter, felt an odd giddiness. The glowing wristwatch in his wrist denoted the time as past five on the evening of October Twenty-fifth.
His Other had impeccable timing.
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End notes: Originally, I had started it off as a drabble. "The slight dripping of blood echoed through the sewers."
It was supposed to be something weird and gory, and as I progressed, I wanted to turn it into a pretty long one shot. Now, I guess it's turning into a normal, multi-chaptered fic. I don't really know where I'm going with this, but hopefully I'm going to solve his disease. n.n;
More notes:
-Rats came from another story I wrote, in which a girl ate them raw. Needless to say, I, for once, managed to gross myself out.
-I saw ads for designer contacts once. They were cool. n.n Odd eyes are where the person has two different colored eyes, obviously. Like Dartz. Except that "Amane" has green and black eyes.
-On the surgical eye color change; I got it from K.A. Applegate's Remnants series. The president's son, Yago, had his eye color changed.
-I know nothing at all about multiple personality disorder and amnesia, except for the minimal amount of research I did while writing this story. -.-; But yes, I am absolutely sure that this is a case of multiple personality disorder. More will be observed in the next chapter.
-Skirts shorter than finger tips are not allowed at my school. Not that I wear skirts anyways…
The person this story stars is painfully obvious, but if you are dense enough not to know who it is, please do try to figure out yourself as you read on. If you do, you'll also know who the alternate personality is, and what pendant he's looking for. n.n
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