The Cards

the beast

"Hey, Hesepti, come here a minute," Draco said.

She glared at him. Draco Scott, older twin to Alex Scott, and far more obnoxious and despised by her. His black hair was spiked and glistened in the pale light, and the lamp shadowed his black eyes. She wasn't the least bit interested in what he was doing.

"See these?" He asked, motioning to his desk and pretending to ignore the shots at his head. "These are called Clow Cards. I bought them online, and they tell a person's future if you can read them right. Their whole life, if they ask. They're from an old TV show back in 2000. Sit down and ask me a question."

"Will you ever stop being such a dick head?" She muttered, and turned back to her English homework. English, she had decided, was the evil above all evils. She worshipped science and excelled in math, but the art of speech was something that her cold blood would never absorb. Sure, the grammar was easy, but it was all of the flowery talk that she didn't get- why not just kill the bad guy the first time you see him, in cold blood, and that way he doesn't kill your entire family and you don't spend months hunting him? Killing with your bare hands wasn't easy, but it sure was a heck of a lot easier than spending all you have finding him a second time. And who needed poetry? Who needed love? They weren't the essentials in life. Happiness could be gained through achievement- wasn't the point of hunting the bad guy down revenge?

"No, I mean something you want to know about. Yes and no questions don't work."

"Then I guess your cards aren't so magic after all, are they, dick head?"

He scowled and turned back to his cards. "I'm going to find out how my birthday's going to go tomorrow."

"Have fun. And as long as you're playing fortune teller, maybe you should try to 'predict' just how bad you're going to get smacked when your parents find out that you left your brand-new cyber snake outside."

His blood ran cold. "Crap!" He leapt from his desk and bolted out the door.

She smiled coolly as her amber eyes waltzed with the raindrops outside the window. The boy would never reveal her, of course, or he would to his twin. Lose to Alex in a foolish competition for her- the shrew of shrews. Her Egyptian name even meant that she was hard to get along with. They were just ordinary people, selfish and emotional, fighting like typical males for dominance. She hated them all.

"Hep?" A soft face peered into the room. She ignored him. "Did you really put his snake outside in the rain?"

She paused, despising his innocence. They were like opposites; while Draco was more cold and straightforward, Alex was shy, lacked confidence, and the definition of gullible. No matter how many pranks she pulled on him, he always had a bashful smile for her. Didn't he get it? There was a fine line between flirtatious teasing and cruel jokes.

"Yeah. So?"

"Why are you so mean?" He inquired, his eyes glistening much more naturally than his sibling. "You might have more friends if you tried to be nice for a change."

"And you might be more appealing if you weren't such a little wuss."

"I'm not a wuss... I have the guts to talk to you, which more than half the kids in our school will do."

"Just buzz off, Alex."

"They keep saying that you're a bully-"

"Shut up."

"- but you really just want to be left alone-"

"I said shut up!"

"- and you won't tell anyone why!"

"GET OUT!" She shouted, infuriated. He retreated. She sighed, and looked down at the desk covered in cards. She lifted one.

"Arrow?" She wondered. "What could it mean?" She asked, glancing out the window once more. "The Arrow..."

~~~~~~~~

I don't own card captors. Please R & R.