After some-odd months, I am finally back. I have returned from my grave
and have drug with me a foul-smelling bit of fanfiction. Ladies and
Gentlemen, after finally having gotten up off my lazy ass and schemed and
plotted through my haze of unintelligent babble with a fully caffeinated
bloodstream, I bring you the sequel to 'The Soul of an Artist'. For those
of you looking blankly at the screen saying, "What the hell is she talking
about?" I suggest you read that one first. Yes, this is rated 'R' for what
will likely be foul language, violence, yadda yadda yadda. And, following
what I call 'Disney Terms', this, being a sequel, will likely be darker and
drearier than its predecessor. (Unlike Disney there won't be songs. Well,
maybe one or two.) Though I can't help from making some side comments.
Heh. Also, I've been dared to somehow incorporate a particular outfit into
this story, so be on the look out.
I will warn you now; this will contain some slightly wary topics, so please tread lightly. -Less Than Average
Every Step
Chapter 1
~Pegasus~
--- Paris and Le Louvre.
Soft, crackling music so low that only the beat of the tune could be heard. Bright lights and the smiling Mona Lisa.
Pegasus was, at first standing in Le Louvre, inspecting the beauteous Mona Lisa. She was smiling angelically, an image of all that is pure and good in man kind. But, as he blissfully observed the painting, a sudden shot rang out in the air.
Every time, he would turn to look at where it had come from, and when he turned back, Mona Lisa was staring at him. Her eyes became hauntingly darker, and her mouth ceased to display the kind smile, but now possessed one of maniacal laughter. She was taunting him.
Then a sudden cold ran up his spine, an icy chill at his ankles. Freezing cold water was slowly filling the room as she continued to laugh at him, her eyes following him wherever he moved. The music grew louder, crackling through the air. Then beeping. ---
I sat up straight in bed, as I did every time I had that dream, which seemed to be quite frequent at the time. I hit the alarm sharply with my closed fist, vaguely irritated by its shrill buzzing and the radio continued on with an annoyingly familiar tune.
'Every breath you take, Every move you make, Every bond you break, Every step you take, I'll be watching you.'
I quickly switched off the radio.
"Never liked that song anyways." I muttered. It was true. Ever since the first time I'd heard it, I'd always found myself disturbed by it. Everyone I know says it's about, "A man that loves someone deeply." Yes, of course, and he just happens to be peering in her windows, watching her every move, listening to her every word. Right, how could I have mistaken that for stalking? It's just pure, deep love!
I sat at the edge of the bed, a cold sweat on my forehead. It was a dream, I told myself. It meant nothing; it was a jumble of images mixed with a bit of my imagination. Yet I was shaking.
Truth be told, I'd always believed that dreams held some meaning. They can tell you things that you'd normally never look for. They can warn you, help you and give you ideas.
For example, had someone gotten the idea to put up a 'No Smoking' sign by the Hindenburg, perhaps a minor miscalculation could have been avoided. Of course, there are dozens of other plausible reasons as to why the blimp did blow up, but I stick stubbornly by my theory that some idiot with a cigarette caused a national disaster.much to Kaiba's annoyance.
Yes, the previous evening Kaiba and I had been watching a show on the Discovery channel out of sheer boredom when we got on the topic of the Hindenburg. He believes it was, "A spark caused by a mix of chemicals in the air at the time. And because the Hindenburg itself was Hydrogen propelled, it was highly combustible."
I still say it was just a fire.
Kaiba and I had been together for almost a year. Well, we were together but we hadn't been, well, "Together". If that makes sense. I suppose we'd just been too shy. Also, though I wasn't ready to admit it, because I could already see the smirk on his face, but one of us was rather inexperienced.
I got up from bed and stretched widely. It was a beautiful day outside; it had just turned to spring. I could smell it in the air. Fairly soon the beaches would be filled with loving couples strolling along the moonlit sand, holding hands and dreaming wistfully of their future together.
Yes, spring had that effect on me. This was one of my more artistic moments and, had it been several years ago, my easel would be out and I would be painting. But this wasn't several years ago and I didn't paint anymore, which Kaiba was oddly dismayed about. I opened my eyes and, speak of the devil.
I nearly leapt from my skin. Kaiba was standing in the doorway grinning at me with the smirk I had mentioned three paragraphs above.
I couldn't think of much to say, so, as gracefully as I could, I said: "What are you looking at?"
His grin went wider as he began stalking over to me. He was literally stalking, each step deliberate.
"Seto?" I asked dumbly, backing up. He'd done this before. This was something that could be defined as 'Monkey Mode'. It's basically when he acts like a lunatic on a bargain drug.
He suddenly leapt at me, knocking me onto the floor and began tickling me like a madman, knowing precisely where to get for the most hysterical laughter. Yes, spring has an effect on him too. I reached up and groped for a pillow to whack him with, but he caught my hand before I could and continued tickling me. I was laughing so hard that tears began to blur my vision and my stomach began to hurt. It was when I started coughing that he stopped, surprised.
"You okay?" he stared at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yes." I managed through a fit of coughing, tears of laughter still running down my face. After the surgery, my heart had been fine, but on the rare occasion I got a pang of pain that caused such a reaction. "I'm sorry." He said anyways. "I'm fine, really." I grinned at him, though I'm sure it was ghastly from his point of view.
He was silent for a few moments, continuing to look at me. Just when I was about to ask, he spoke,
"You're beautiful." He sighed. He touched my hair like he always does. He acts so amazed with it. I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and we both got to our feet. It was then I got hold of the pillow and smacked him upside the head with it, completely shattering the comfortable silence of the moment. It was now an awkward silence as he turned around to stare at me, I still holding the pillow at shoulder height. He appeared to be pondering something.
Suddenly he leapt at me with a growl like a wild beast.
*
Somewhere down the hall, Mokuba Kaiba awoke to the sounds of laughter and growling. He rolled his eyes, stuffed his head under his pillow and snorted into the mattress.
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Yes, yes, I know, long processed for such a short chapter. But, hey, I gotta build up somewhere. I'll get the next chapter up.well.hopefully sooner than this one. *dumb grin*
Reviews and suggestions as are highly appreciated.
Flames will be tossed onto an altar as a sacrifice to the Gods of Fanfiction. They will be burnt, the cinders danced around while chanting in tongues. And then they will be burnt again and danced around some more.
Any suggestions, comments, coasters, kindling or praise, e-mail me at lessthanproper@hotmail.com, thanks!
I will warn you now; this will contain some slightly wary topics, so please tread lightly. -Less Than Average
Every Step
Chapter 1
~Pegasus~
--- Paris and Le Louvre.
Soft, crackling music so low that only the beat of the tune could be heard. Bright lights and the smiling Mona Lisa.
Pegasus was, at first standing in Le Louvre, inspecting the beauteous Mona Lisa. She was smiling angelically, an image of all that is pure and good in man kind. But, as he blissfully observed the painting, a sudden shot rang out in the air.
Every time, he would turn to look at where it had come from, and when he turned back, Mona Lisa was staring at him. Her eyes became hauntingly darker, and her mouth ceased to display the kind smile, but now possessed one of maniacal laughter. She was taunting him.
Then a sudden cold ran up his spine, an icy chill at his ankles. Freezing cold water was slowly filling the room as she continued to laugh at him, her eyes following him wherever he moved. The music grew louder, crackling through the air. Then beeping. ---
I sat up straight in bed, as I did every time I had that dream, which seemed to be quite frequent at the time. I hit the alarm sharply with my closed fist, vaguely irritated by its shrill buzzing and the radio continued on with an annoyingly familiar tune.
'Every breath you take, Every move you make, Every bond you break, Every step you take, I'll be watching you.'
I quickly switched off the radio.
"Never liked that song anyways." I muttered. It was true. Ever since the first time I'd heard it, I'd always found myself disturbed by it. Everyone I know says it's about, "A man that loves someone deeply." Yes, of course, and he just happens to be peering in her windows, watching her every move, listening to her every word. Right, how could I have mistaken that for stalking? It's just pure, deep love!
I sat at the edge of the bed, a cold sweat on my forehead. It was a dream, I told myself. It meant nothing; it was a jumble of images mixed with a bit of my imagination. Yet I was shaking.
Truth be told, I'd always believed that dreams held some meaning. They can tell you things that you'd normally never look for. They can warn you, help you and give you ideas.
For example, had someone gotten the idea to put up a 'No Smoking' sign by the Hindenburg, perhaps a minor miscalculation could have been avoided. Of course, there are dozens of other plausible reasons as to why the blimp did blow up, but I stick stubbornly by my theory that some idiot with a cigarette caused a national disaster.much to Kaiba's annoyance.
Yes, the previous evening Kaiba and I had been watching a show on the Discovery channel out of sheer boredom when we got on the topic of the Hindenburg. He believes it was, "A spark caused by a mix of chemicals in the air at the time. And because the Hindenburg itself was Hydrogen propelled, it was highly combustible."
I still say it was just a fire.
Kaiba and I had been together for almost a year. Well, we were together but we hadn't been, well, "Together". If that makes sense. I suppose we'd just been too shy. Also, though I wasn't ready to admit it, because I could already see the smirk on his face, but one of us was rather inexperienced.
I got up from bed and stretched widely. It was a beautiful day outside; it had just turned to spring. I could smell it in the air. Fairly soon the beaches would be filled with loving couples strolling along the moonlit sand, holding hands and dreaming wistfully of their future together.
Yes, spring had that effect on me. This was one of my more artistic moments and, had it been several years ago, my easel would be out and I would be painting. But this wasn't several years ago and I didn't paint anymore, which Kaiba was oddly dismayed about. I opened my eyes and, speak of the devil.
I nearly leapt from my skin. Kaiba was standing in the doorway grinning at me with the smirk I had mentioned three paragraphs above.
I couldn't think of much to say, so, as gracefully as I could, I said: "What are you looking at?"
His grin went wider as he began stalking over to me. He was literally stalking, each step deliberate.
"Seto?" I asked dumbly, backing up. He'd done this before. This was something that could be defined as 'Monkey Mode'. It's basically when he acts like a lunatic on a bargain drug.
He suddenly leapt at me, knocking me onto the floor and began tickling me like a madman, knowing precisely where to get for the most hysterical laughter. Yes, spring has an effect on him too. I reached up and groped for a pillow to whack him with, but he caught my hand before I could and continued tickling me. I was laughing so hard that tears began to blur my vision and my stomach began to hurt. It was when I started coughing that he stopped, surprised.
"You okay?" he stared at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yes." I managed through a fit of coughing, tears of laughter still running down my face. After the surgery, my heart had been fine, but on the rare occasion I got a pang of pain that caused such a reaction. "I'm sorry." He said anyways. "I'm fine, really." I grinned at him, though I'm sure it was ghastly from his point of view.
He was silent for a few moments, continuing to look at me. Just when I was about to ask, he spoke,
"You're beautiful." He sighed. He touched my hair like he always does. He acts so amazed with it. I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and we both got to our feet. It was then I got hold of the pillow and smacked him upside the head with it, completely shattering the comfortable silence of the moment. It was now an awkward silence as he turned around to stare at me, I still holding the pillow at shoulder height. He appeared to be pondering something.
Suddenly he leapt at me with a growl like a wild beast.
*
Somewhere down the hall, Mokuba Kaiba awoke to the sounds of laughter and growling. He rolled his eyes, stuffed his head under his pillow and snorted into the mattress.
********
Yes, yes, I know, long processed for such a short chapter. But, hey, I gotta build up somewhere. I'll get the next chapter up.well.hopefully sooner than this one. *dumb grin*
Reviews and suggestions as are highly appreciated.
Flames will be tossed onto an altar as a sacrifice to the Gods of Fanfiction. They will be burnt, the cinders danced around while chanting in tongues. And then they will be burnt again and danced around some more.
Any suggestions, comments, coasters, kindling or praise, e-mail me at lessthanproper@hotmail.com, thanks!