She rolled over and groaned. Sleep was so nice...where had it gone? She was enjoying it. Her eyes slowly and reluctantly opened and she went into shock for the briefest of seconds. Of course. THIS was home now. It had been nearly 2 years since she had moved. She should be used to a new bedroom by now. Well, at least she was awake now.
What time was it anyways? What day was it? She grabbed beside her, where she knew her phone was...somewhere...Maybe she wasn't as awake as she thought she was...
She reminded herself that she was 18. WAY too old to still be sad about moving. She had only moved an hour away from home! It wasn't a big deal! Everybody moves! Every day! She heard her grandfather's voice coming from the living room, he didn't sound happy. But then, he never sounded happy. She wiped the tip of her eye, not realizing the tear was there, until she felt it, wet on her hands.
That was only because she had yawned. NOT because she was sad about something as stupid as moving in with your grandparents to help them because they needed it. *BUZZ* *BUZZ* her phone was still on vibrate.
"Bakura", the phone screen announced who had sent the text.
Her face immediately lit up upon seeing it. So, she nicknamed her friends in her phone. It gave life a little fun.
"Hey Pharaoh, you up?" the text read.
She blushed slightly, at the use of her nickname. It was after all, like being called "King". A place of authority she didn't have in "real life".
She looked at the clock, Noon. "Yup!" She wrote back in a text. How out-of-character of her...well, she hoped that "Bakura" hadn't intended to be in character at the moment, or her reply would seem odd. This person in her phone as "Bakura" was her best friend.
*BUZZ* *BUZZ* There was the reply.
"Ah, so it's the vessel." the text read. She blinked. Then she remembered, they had been having this little competition to see who could make the other believe a character was actually the one texting them first. It was amazing fun. And Bakura, was VERY good at it.
"You." She replied simply over text. This was a GOOD start to her day. She climbed out of bed, and observed her surroundings. She looked longingly at the Millennium Puzzle that hung on the side of her bed. She had made it herself, but valued it highly all the same. It had been a long time since she'd had a good excuse to actually wear it. She didn't want to wear it around the house in fear of breaking it. It was only poster board and glue, after all, and unlike the "real" items, was very likely to break.
She reached out and touched it, wondering if she looked dramatic doing so. Nothing special happened. She was kind of hoping it would. Oh well, back to reality.
*BUZZ* *BUZZ* "Bakura", or maybe not so much, she thought as she smiled, reading that the text was indeed, from Bakura.
"This time, you are far more correct than you realize." the text read. 'Bakura' was VERY good at this. "What are you talking about?" She replied, hoping to get more information out of him this time. Ahhh yes, how she loved Role Play in the morning. Maybe this was why her head was always up in the clouds, never tied down to reality. Nah, she was going to be up in the clouds regardless.
*BUZZ* *BUZZ* She opened the text quickly, enjoying every minute of this sudden Role Play session. "This time, you are indeed talking to the person whose name I know is listed as this contact in that phone." Ahh, and so 'Bakura' was going to try to convince her today. "And so I wasn't talking to you all the times before?" She typed back, hoping for a long reply. They had many "in character" conversations such as this one before. She found all of them to be an insane about of fun, even if her friend's perfect-in-character texts as "Yami Bakura" did scare her, from time to time.
Pajamas. She was still wearing Pajamas.
She slipped a 'Hetalia' shirt over her head and prepared for the rest of the day. She saw herself in the mirror in the bathroom and did a double take. "How does my hair accomplish this?" she wondered. It was standing up at impossible angles, the blonde highlights she had done, fading, but still there, sticking off of her head in a seemingly gravity defying manner.
She wasn't even going to brush through that. Nope. Not even doing it. She ran her hands through her light brown, boy-short hair, marveling at the fact that it always seemed to have a mind of its own. She threw some earrings on, mostly just so the holes in her ears didn't close up, and decided to venture into the rest of her house, to see what was for breakfast.
Approaching the door to the kitchen, she heard shuffling, then a grunt. Her grandfather was in there. She slowly backed away, hoping she could escape back to her room before anyone noticed she was there in the first place. It's not that she was afraid of him, she just didn't want to get caught in a conversation.
Having escaped back to her bedroom, she realized that she had left her phone in there! "Two unread messages" Both from 'Bakura'
She scrolled through the messages to see the entire conversation all at once.
"Ah, so it's the vessel."
"You."
"This time, you are far more correct than you realize."
"What are you talking about?"
"This time, you are indeed talking to the person whose name I know is listed as this contact in that phone."
"And so I wasn't talking to you all the times before?"
And then the two new texts that she hadn't read yet.
"Not exactly, although I did heavily influence those conversations. Do you remember how it was said that things were going to occur?"
"Well Hikari, pay attention, because things are starting. Things I wouldn't want you to miss."
This was impressive. Hikari? What was that about? Ah well. She tried to think of a decent answer.
"I am paying attention...I haven't noticed anything "occurring"...", she wrote back, hoping that made sense.
She sat down at her computer after arriving home, and rushing to her room. Nothing interesting had happened in town, just the normal mall, full for normal things, for normal people. She wanted desperately to jump into the world of RolePlay, where things weren't normal and nearly anything could happen. 'Bakura' had never answered her earlier...she hoped everything was ok, and maybe she had just gotten busy with something...
As she sat down, she noticed the perfect timing at which Skype said "Yami Bakura is Online". Her face lit up. "HI!" She typed, hoping for a quick response.
"Hey!" the response came in the same minute.
"So, that conversation earlier. That was impressive! You had me believing you there for a second."
"What are you talking about?" came the response, just as quick this time. That was odd though. It sent wonder through her mind and fired up her imagination.
"You know, the in character one!" "Things are starting-" THAT conversation. I was impressed! Very in character!" Her imagination was soaring now, and she had to calm it down. Her music playing far-too-loudly through her headphones again.
"I didn't think we HAD one of those conversations today, did we?"
She didn't remember? How could her friend not have remembered...unless...NO. 'Imagination. That's enough, calm down.' she instructed it, feeling her head start to float to the clouds where it so liked to stay.
"Oh come on, surely you remember it...right?" She tried to stay at least a little tied to reality, but she could feel the clouds swirling around her brain, well, metaphorically speaking, of course.
"No...Actually, I don't...and I'm not just kidding either...I seriously don't remember that...so...you're just messing with me, right?" This...this was odd...no, surely 'Bakura' was the one messing with her...one of them can't have possibly forgotten the conversation...
"Come on 'Kura. You're pullin' my leg... Seriously though, it was an awesome conversation! Very in character."
"No, honestly, I don't remember. You said it was today, right? Lemme check my phone and see if I see-" The message left off there. Well, it WOULD be in her phone, since the conversation WAS today and had left off quite abruptly.
"Did you find it?"
"yeah...I...I know we were trying to convince each other and everything, so you might think I'm messing with you here, but I HONESTLY don't remember typing any of that.."
This excited her beyond belief. She loved these kinds of things. Paranormal, unexplained, NOT normal things.
"Really? But then...who did?"
