Hey. This is my first fic on the YGO section. I totally love the
series and I really enjoy reading everybody else's fics. You guys are
really awesome and stuff.
Well, now that I have sucked up to all of you, I do not own YGO, nor do I own the rights to American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which this fic has stolen a lot of stuff from. I do, however, own Raven Noir so if you don't like that you can Byte me.
I don't usually do fanfiction on the net, so please tell me if there's anything wrong with my story and I will most likely change it. The second chapter will be up either tomorrow or the next day. I don't know.
Yeah... I think that's pretty much it.
Yay! I'm done with the intro! Aren't you so happy? You can start reading the fic now.
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I am Raven Noir. Or at least, that is my American name. Since I am here in Japan I will have to change my name to Yamasuki or something like that, say my wonderful and wise parents. The name Raven will sound harsh and foreign to them, they say. You must fit in.
So you think the name Yamasuki will change that, says I? I AM harsh, and I AM foreign. They will have to live with the name Raven, I say. Screw fitting in.
They give me blank stares. Non-conformity has never been my parents' strong point. My mother is an All-American stay at home woman, who makes hearty breakfasts for her loving husband and daughter. My father is a white- collar retard who now works at KaibaCorp, a huge business run by, you guessed it, a dude named Kaiba. I wonder if dad knows that his boss is in the tenth grade.
Perhaps I shall keep it a secret. He will learn sooner or later. He will have to see his boss at some point... I hope. Because if he never sees his boss, even glances at him, we really are pathetic.
So for now I am Raven Noir, the spawn of my parents who probably wish they never had me. For beneath mom's happy face, and my father's white collar, there are two human beings who just want to put down their lives, go to a strip bar, and fuck each other without worrying about me.
It disturbs me to know this. And yet, I do, and there is nothing I can change. That is life, in five little, easy to read paragraphs. So I guess you can stop reading now, if you want. It's not like knowing about me will change anything in your life, it won't make you stop and think about the universe in general, it's just there.
There is a hidden meaning to that, somewhere. I'll let you try and figure it out.
***
It is Monday morning. The first day of my new, Japanese school.
Obviously, I do not want to go.
My mother opens the door, turns on the light, and pulls the blanket off of me. I am unprotected and cold. I curl up into a fetal position and hope she goes away.
She does not.
"Wakey, wakey!" she cries. "It's time to go to school! Aren't you HAPPY?"
"No," I say, through gritted teeth.
"Well, why not silly-head?" She sits down on my bed and shakes me gently.
"Because it is SCHOOL, Mom."
"Do you want me to sing you a song to help you get up?"
"No!!!!" I open my eyes wide. "No, anything but The Song."
She does not listen to my plea.
"So, riiiise, and shiiiiine, and give god your glory, glory!"
By now I have given up all hope of feigning sick for the next nine months. I sit up, blink, and get out of bed. Mom is still singing the song.
Ignore it, I think. Ignore it...
"RISE and SHINE and! Give god your glory, glory, children of the LORD!!!"
"Mom!" I cry. "Leave NOW! I must get my clothes on!"
Mom stops singing and smiles sweetly. "Oh, I'm sorry honey. I forgot you want your privacy." She leaves quietly and closes the door behind me. I'm sure right now she is telling dad all about how I need my privacy, and that their little girl is growing up so fast.
I may become sick after all.
I look in my closet. Hm, what should I wear? So many things to choose from. I could wear the pink and yellow outfit, or the OTHER pink and yellow outfit, or, hey! That's a good one! The pink and yellow outfit!
The Japanese school has a dress code. Girls must wear this ugly pink and yellow shirts with blue miniskirts, and the boys have to wear navy blue coats and pants with a white shirt. Personally I would rather wear the boy's outfit than this.
After I am dressed, I go into my bathroom (yes, MY bathroom!) and put on some eyeliner and purple lipstick. If I cannot wear my own clothing, I will compensate with makeup. Oh, the things I must go through to obtain individuality.
I walk down the stairs to where my parents are eating breakfast. Dad is reading the newspaper and does not look up at me. Hopefully I can slip underneath his radar and get away with my makeup.
I look down at my bowl. It is Cream of Wheat.
Yum.
Half-heartedly, I spoon sugar into my Cream of Wheat hoping to rid it of that yummy, glue-like taste. It has never worked before, though. I doubt it will work now. After half a cup of sugar has dissolved into the Wheat, I try and take a mouthful of it.
Success! I taste sugar! Perhaps Japan has its advantages after all. Hoping to not press my luck, I eat only three more spoonfuls and head for the door. Mom notices my early departure.
"What's the matter, honey? Aren't you going to finish your Cream of Wheat?"
"Um..." I am sure that I could not get down any more of that disgusting stuff even if I wanted to. The Wheat is battling my stomach for control of the digestive system, and I am not sure that the stomach is winning.
"No thanks, Mom. I'm not very hungry."
"Okay, dear." She says. She comes over and kisses me on the forehead, then looks at me sternly.
"Raven, what do you have on your face? Is this eyeliner? LIPSTICK? Oh, honey, if I knew you wanted to wear some I could have gone shopping with you! You have no idea how horrible this makes your face look. People are going to stare at you all day!"
Oh no, I think sarcastically. I wouldn't want THAT to happen.
Dad looks up from his paper. "What's the matter? What does Raven have on her face?"
Mom turns me around so that he can see, and Dad looks at me sternly. "Young lady, I will not have you going outside with that all over your face! Go into the bathroom and wash it off, now!"
I go into my bathroom, wash off the makeup, then put it in my purse. I will re-apply it outside. For good measure I brush my hair neatly and put it into a ponytail. If that isn't schoolgirl enough for him, I don't know what is.
My father nods in approval as I come downstairs again. I give him my sweetest, most up-yours smile and leave, before anything else can happen before school.
As I walk from my Japanese-esque house, I see other kids going to school as well. Some are riding bikes, a few are skating, most just walk.
About a block from my house I stop to quickly put on my makeup again. I look at myself in the mirror, glaring at the young girl that everyone thinks is me. I hate that girl. I hate her hair, I hate her eyes, I hate her smile. The makeup only intensifies my hate for her, bringing out her lips and her eyes and making her look like a wannabe gothic chick.
I wipe off the makeup with a tissue and saliva. Even the dark hues of black and purple cannot make me what I want to be.
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Well, that concludes my first chapter... Please tell me how you thought of it... it only takes a couple seconds... YOU KNOW I WOULD DO IT FOR YOU!!!!
Heh heh. I'm okay now... The next chapter will come tomorrow, and hopefully I will continue this until I draw it to a wonderful conclusion. Like that will ever happen... _
Cheers,
Khani
Well, now that I have sucked up to all of you, I do not own YGO, nor do I own the rights to American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which this fic has stolen a lot of stuff from. I do, however, own Raven Noir so if you don't like that you can Byte me.
I don't usually do fanfiction on the net, so please tell me if there's anything wrong with my story and I will most likely change it. The second chapter will be up either tomorrow or the next day. I don't know.
Yeah... I think that's pretty much it.
Yay! I'm done with the intro! Aren't you so happy? You can start reading the fic now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am Raven Noir. Or at least, that is my American name. Since I am here in Japan I will have to change my name to Yamasuki or something like that, say my wonderful and wise parents. The name Raven will sound harsh and foreign to them, they say. You must fit in.
So you think the name Yamasuki will change that, says I? I AM harsh, and I AM foreign. They will have to live with the name Raven, I say. Screw fitting in.
They give me blank stares. Non-conformity has never been my parents' strong point. My mother is an All-American stay at home woman, who makes hearty breakfasts for her loving husband and daughter. My father is a white- collar retard who now works at KaibaCorp, a huge business run by, you guessed it, a dude named Kaiba. I wonder if dad knows that his boss is in the tenth grade.
Perhaps I shall keep it a secret. He will learn sooner or later. He will have to see his boss at some point... I hope. Because if he never sees his boss, even glances at him, we really are pathetic.
So for now I am Raven Noir, the spawn of my parents who probably wish they never had me. For beneath mom's happy face, and my father's white collar, there are two human beings who just want to put down their lives, go to a strip bar, and fuck each other without worrying about me.
It disturbs me to know this. And yet, I do, and there is nothing I can change. That is life, in five little, easy to read paragraphs. So I guess you can stop reading now, if you want. It's not like knowing about me will change anything in your life, it won't make you stop and think about the universe in general, it's just there.
There is a hidden meaning to that, somewhere. I'll let you try and figure it out.
***
It is Monday morning. The first day of my new, Japanese school.
Obviously, I do not want to go.
My mother opens the door, turns on the light, and pulls the blanket off of me. I am unprotected and cold. I curl up into a fetal position and hope she goes away.
She does not.
"Wakey, wakey!" she cries. "It's time to go to school! Aren't you HAPPY?"
"No," I say, through gritted teeth.
"Well, why not silly-head?" She sits down on my bed and shakes me gently.
"Because it is SCHOOL, Mom."
"Do you want me to sing you a song to help you get up?"
"No!!!!" I open my eyes wide. "No, anything but The Song."
She does not listen to my plea.
"So, riiiise, and shiiiiine, and give god your glory, glory!"
By now I have given up all hope of feigning sick for the next nine months. I sit up, blink, and get out of bed. Mom is still singing the song.
Ignore it, I think. Ignore it...
"RISE and SHINE and! Give god your glory, glory, children of the LORD!!!"
"Mom!" I cry. "Leave NOW! I must get my clothes on!"
Mom stops singing and smiles sweetly. "Oh, I'm sorry honey. I forgot you want your privacy." She leaves quietly and closes the door behind me. I'm sure right now she is telling dad all about how I need my privacy, and that their little girl is growing up so fast.
I may become sick after all.
I look in my closet. Hm, what should I wear? So many things to choose from. I could wear the pink and yellow outfit, or the OTHER pink and yellow outfit, or, hey! That's a good one! The pink and yellow outfit!
The Japanese school has a dress code. Girls must wear this ugly pink and yellow shirts with blue miniskirts, and the boys have to wear navy blue coats and pants with a white shirt. Personally I would rather wear the boy's outfit than this.
After I am dressed, I go into my bathroom (yes, MY bathroom!) and put on some eyeliner and purple lipstick. If I cannot wear my own clothing, I will compensate with makeup. Oh, the things I must go through to obtain individuality.
I walk down the stairs to where my parents are eating breakfast. Dad is reading the newspaper and does not look up at me. Hopefully I can slip underneath his radar and get away with my makeup.
I look down at my bowl. It is Cream of Wheat.
Yum.
Half-heartedly, I spoon sugar into my Cream of Wheat hoping to rid it of that yummy, glue-like taste. It has never worked before, though. I doubt it will work now. After half a cup of sugar has dissolved into the Wheat, I try and take a mouthful of it.
Success! I taste sugar! Perhaps Japan has its advantages after all. Hoping to not press my luck, I eat only three more spoonfuls and head for the door. Mom notices my early departure.
"What's the matter, honey? Aren't you going to finish your Cream of Wheat?"
"Um..." I am sure that I could not get down any more of that disgusting stuff even if I wanted to. The Wheat is battling my stomach for control of the digestive system, and I am not sure that the stomach is winning.
"No thanks, Mom. I'm not very hungry."
"Okay, dear." She says. She comes over and kisses me on the forehead, then looks at me sternly.
"Raven, what do you have on your face? Is this eyeliner? LIPSTICK? Oh, honey, if I knew you wanted to wear some I could have gone shopping with you! You have no idea how horrible this makes your face look. People are going to stare at you all day!"
Oh no, I think sarcastically. I wouldn't want THAT to happen.
Dad looks up from his paper. "What's the matter? What does Raven have on her face?"
Mom turns me around so that he can see, and Dad looks at me sternly. "Young lady, I will not have you going outside with that all over your face! Go into the bathroom and wash it off, now!"
I go into my bathroom, wash off the makeup, then put it in my purse. I will re-apply it outside. For good measure I brush my hair neatly and put it into a ponytail. If that isn't schoolgirl enough for him, I don't know what is.
My father nods in approval as I come downstairs again. I give him my sweetest, most up-yours smile and leave, before anything else can happen before school.
As I walk from my Japanese-esque house, I see other kids going to school as well. Some are riding bikes, a few are skating, most just walk.
About a block from my house I stop to quickly put on my makeup again. I look at myself in the mirror, glaring at the young girl that everyone thinks is me. I hate that girl. I hate her hair, I hate her eyes, I hate her smile. The makeup only intensifies my hate for her, bringing out her lips and her eyes and making her look like a wannabe gothic chick.
I wipe off the makeup with a tissue and saliva. Even the dark hues of black and purple cannot make me what I want to be.
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Well, that concludes my first chapter... Please tell me how you thought of it... it only takes a couple seconds... YOU KNOW I WOULD DO IT FOR YOU!!!!
Heh heh. I'm okay now... The next chapter will come tomorrow, and hopefully I will continue this until I draw it to a wonderful conclusion. Like that will ever happen... _
Cheers,
Khani