Chapter One: Lemons and Flames
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Disclaimer: YGO ain't mine, foo.
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On the overgrown yard of an ancient looking house, under a tree, a girl sat, reading a paperback book with a scarlet cover. A green lizard was printed on it, its tail wrapped around the title's gold letters.
The girl looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. She had a long mane of tangled brown hair. Her eyes were brown too, and her mouth was bent in a permanent frown. She was not plain, but very...not caring. It showed up in her appearance.
The door to the house burst open, and out came a middle-aged man who had blond (though greying) hair and blue eyes, donned in a business suit and looking rather flustered.
"Sarah!" he rambled out. "breakfast is in the kitchen make sure you pick up your sister's cards from the yard you don't want them to get wet and have her whine all day where the devil are my keys darnit I'm already late oh here they are bye Sarah!" the man was in his car and out the driveway as the girl muttered a "Goodbye" under her breath. Sticking a maple leaf in her book as a temporary bookmark, she stood up, brushed dirt off of her jeans, picked up the cards that were littered around the yard, tied a rubber band around them, and walked back into the house. It was Saturday, and her sister's favorite show was on. So, naturally, she simply had to wrestle the remote out from that girl's grimy little hands and watch MTV with a superior look on her face. That was expected of her. She was the older sister, you know.
The inside of the house, though less...shabby looking than the exterior, many snooty, well-to-do aristocrats would most likely have turned up their noses at the furnishings that had clearly been used, and never overstarched and left to become stuffy and dusty like their living rooms, thank you very much. All over the place, there were little hints that there were signs of children around. A trading card here. An open fantasy novel lying on top of the television. Handmade candleholders, picture frames, the usual odds and ends that young children often made for their parents at school.
Hm...her sister wasn't on the couch as she usually was, guarding the remote from older siblings like a hawk would guard its eggs from predators. Sarah climbed up the stairs, knowing exactly what Mary was up to. She opened the door to her own room, where her computer was. There, her sister lay on the ground, her eyes shut tightly, as if it hurt horribly when she opened them.
Mary was a few years younger than Sarah, about ten. With a white-blond halo of hair and twinkling (though closed at the moment) blue eyes like her father, long spidery lashes, and fair skin, she was a very beautiful kid. More beautiful than her sister.
"Well hello there, Mary," Sarah said calmly while standing over her. Mary didn't reply with words, but whimpered and covered her eyes.
Sarah stared at her computer screen.
"You've been reading Yu-Gi-Oh smut again."
"My eyes hurt!"
Sarah sighed and leaned over to click out of the fanfiction site.
Joey screamed in ecstacy as Seto pounded relentlessly into-
She quickly closed the window. "You sick, sick little girl."
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"Sarah, it's nearly eleven, can I watch TV now?" Mary asked her.
"No." Sarah nonchalantly flipped through the channels just to spite her, or so Mary thought.
Flip.
"New clothes are FUN! But they won't save you any money on car in-"
Flip.
"-have been creating an odd electromagnetic disturbance in the area. Says Mr. Doberman of Greenville, age 63. Quote: "My granson was just channel surfin', or whatevah the young'uns call it. He wuz pressin' the remote clicker buttons real fast, and the TV started smokin'. Then I sees a s'plosion. I look back and my granson's gone and-"
Flip.
"What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodni-"
Flip.
"Beefcake! BEEFCAKE!"
Flip!
"Sar-ah..." Mary's voice became pitchier and more annoying with each word. "You know that today is when the new episodes air!" she started sniffing, crying very big and very fake tears to gain some sympathy. Mary hated not getting her way, as she was a very spoiled little brat, or so "Sar-ah..." thought.
"You always watch TV on Saturday, you have to share sometimes," Sarah smirked.
"I WANT THE REMOTE!" Mary flung herself on the ground and started screaming in rage, kicking and punching and wailing loudly.
Sarah stared at her blankly.
She flipped the channel.
Mary could see that her tantrum was not working. So...she jumped up and tackled her sister with all of her weight.
"Woman, get off of me!" Sarah screamed.
"I want the remote!"
Somehow Mary snatched the remote from her, and she quickly changed it to the channel that she wanted.
Flip!
"Blue Eyes White Dragon, attack Yugi's Dark Magician with your White Lightning!"
The dragon roared, and charged up a devestating bolt of white-blue electricity to hurl at-
Sarah back-handed her and quickly grabbed the control as Mary howled with pain. She pointed it at the television and changed the channel.
Flip!
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd-
Mary got hold of Sarah's arm, sinking her little sharp teeth into the wrist. As she screamed and tried to fling her off, Mary snatched the remote from her hands. No one seemed to notice that the TV had started to smoke and spit sparks.
FLIP!
"Oh my GOD! You KILLED Kenny!"
"You-!"
FLIP!
"No! Dark Magician!" Yami Yugi's voice cried out. The monster exploded into a million CG pieces... but not before Yami Yugi activated a facedown card-
FLIP!
And suddenly, the two girls weren't there anymore. They left behind nothing but a huge smoldering burn on the couch, and a red book being devoured hungrily by flames...
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ISF: Yep. Like my last fic's first chapter, YGO characters don't have a very major role...yet. Good, bad, delete, bacon? Tell me...I need some harsh crit on my stuff. Harsh crit equals good. (praying that the ol' sucked into the tellie plot isn't too cliche and that she wrote it well)
...I think that maybe my sentences are a bit rambling and run-on. Do you? Just click that little box in the bottom left corner and tell me...tell me...tellllll...(psycotic critique whore mode) Anyway, for the song lyrics, I don't know if it breaks fanfiction dot net's rules, since it's not the whole song and just mentioned in passing. Plus, it's not like I copy n' pasted it, did I? All from my memory. XD Tell me if I should remove them. 'Kay?
Quiz time! Get this right and get...something...I dunno...how 'bout a cookie? Does anyone know what book Sarah was reading?
And Revan...did you like Sarah...? ;-)
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