DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh... Why can't I? Ugh, sadness engulfs my soul. Oh and I don't own the song I use. Well, I hope you guys enjoy my new story. :) Comments are always welcomed.
Chapter 1: Reflection *Camille's POV*
I look at the person staring at me in the mirror. There is no way this is me. I touch my face, my hair, my dress. The woman in the mirror copies me. Ironically my iPod plays Reflection as I get ready for this weird double date.
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
By the end of the song I don't look like the tomboy, young, innocent woman I am. I look like a freaking hooker! My strapless red dress comes to mid-thigh and my dirty blonde hair was cascading down my back. Who the hell am I? "This isn't me. There's no way." I stare in awe at the woman in front of me. Her make-up is perfect. Everything about her screams "Look at me and see the beauty." I finally turn away from her sadly and walk down the stairs trying not to trip in high heels.
"Wow, I knew you were going to look stunning, but wow." Bakura stares at me as I walk into the kitchen.
"Yeah, whatever you men say." I wave off his flattery. "I hate this and you know it."
My best friend smirks at me. "Well,
what were you going to expect? This is your first date."
I shake my head. "Do I really have to wear a stupid dress and act proper?"
Bakura becomes serious. "Yes, unfortunately you do. Marik is taking you to a nice restaurant and I said yes for you." I groan. "He really likes you."
"He has never seen me!" I argue with him. "He is your friend and has never really talked to me. Marik knows me as the shrimp little girl that does whatever her older friend asks of her because she has nothing better to do with her time!" I look down. "He probably mixed me up with some girl at one of your parties."
Bakura pulls me into a rare hug. "No he didn't, trust me." I look up at his stern tone. "I showed him pictures of you and he confirmed what I've feared." I give him a weird look. Bakura sighs. "Marik is trying to convince me he is straight and to prove it he was going to date you."
"So I'm just a stupid girl being used as proof?" I burst. Bakura nods. "And you let it happen?" I yell.
"Yes." He looks up at me. "It's not like I had a choice."
"Yes you did. You just didn't want to say no to the one person you love." I walk straight back up the stairs. "Tell Marik he can suck my dick. I'm not one to be played." If I want to date an in-the-closet idiot Bakura, I would date you! With that I strip and lay in bed in a sports bra and my favorite boxers.
