A/N: hey guys sorry for the late update. Here's my excuse: I was on a field trip for the whole of last week and I only got back on Friday. I would have updated yesterday but I was tired and…yeah.
Also I got less reviews for my last chapter than my first one, if there is a reason why my chapters aren't that good, then please tell me.
Anyway, I need to ask you guys a question, do you think I should start putting previews for the next chapters at the end of each chapter?
Also should I answer questions from reviews?
Now enough of my yapping, here's the disclaimer,
Disclaimer: I do not own yu gi oh 5d's but I do own all of my second generation characters.
Violet: like me!
Me: hey get out of here! *chases violet away with a random chainsaw*
Sorry bout that, here's the story!
Chapter 3: The secret
She was sure Kyle was wrong. Her parents were interfering. And annoying. And well famous. But there was no way they could have done anything as illegal and wrong as kidnapping a little girl. HELLO, they're signers for crying out loud, they're supposed to save the world, not be heartless criminals.
Still. When someone plants an idea in your head, it stays there.
You can't unthink it.
Was I Callie Violet Matthews?
Violet thought about it all the time. She kept the 'missing' poster Kyle had printed out under her mattress. The lavender haired girl took it out every night and read it over and over until she knew every line of that little girls face. Every date and detail about her life.
Not that there was much to go on.
Several times Violet would pick up the phone to call the number at the bottom of the poster. But she never had the guts to make the call. What was she going to say? 'Hi there. I think I might be a missing girl on your website, only with a different birthday and different first name-oh, and from a different country.
They'd laugh at her. So would the police.
A week went past. Kyle swore he wouldn't tell anyone. It was their secret. But it burned inside Violet like one of those trick birthday candles you can't blow out, no matter how hard you blow.
And then- by accident-Violet learned something that changed everything. For ever…
Yusei has a bit of a routine when he gets in from work. He doesn't like anyone to speak to him while he changes and takes a shower. Then he and Akiza have dinner before either of them feel tired watching TV and then go to bed.
They're always nagging at Violet to eat with them. Mostly it's the last thing she wants to do, but it shuts Akiza up.
And it massively annoys Riku, who has to go to bed before they eat.
That night, Riku appeared in the doorway just as Akiza was putting a big casserole dish down on the table.
''Mum, I'm still hungry,'' he whined.
Yusei rolled his eyes, knowing Riku's tricks all too well.
Violet could see him building up to say something-he doesn't exactly operate at the speed of light, my dad.
But Akiza-so strict when it comes to Violet's bedtimes-had already taken Riku's side.
''I can't let him go to sleep hungry, Yusei.''
And before he could respond, she'd already grabbed the fruit bowl and was shushing Riku out the door.
Yusei stared at the casserole dish as if he was hoping the stew inside would somehow leap out onto his plate.
''She spoils that boy,'' he muttered under his breath.
Violet grinned to herself. Yusei's the supreme master of the blindingly obvious comment. He's the king at duelling-good with strategies but a bit slow when it comes to words.
Which is what made his next sentence so jaw-droopingly, outstandingly incredible.
''Akiza tells me you were asking about your…about when you were little,'' the raven haired man said.
Violet nearly chocked on the slice of bread and butter she'd been stuffing into her mouth.
''Well?'' Yusei had his serious on. Not easy for him to take off as he rarely shows any emotions at all and he's almost always serious.
The golden eyed teen could feel the heat creeping up round her neck. She looked away and nodded.
Yusei cleared his throat. ''I think…'' he said. Long pause.
Come on dad. Before we both die of old age. Please.
''I think…that if you're old enough to ask-''
At that moment Akiza reappeared. She took one look at her daughter's red face and it was obvious she knew what was going on.
''Old enough to ask what?'' She said.
Yusei mumbled something totally incoherent. Akiza put her hands on her hips.
''I thought we agreed, Yusei?'' She said in a voice, Violet had never heard before.
The atmosphere in the room stretched out tight, like a Croydon facelift.
Violet pushed back her chair and stood up, her hands balled at her sides.
If she was going to stop dad from talking to me, she could forget about me eating her stupid stew.
''sit down, violet,'' Akiza snapped.
Anger surged up from her stomach. ''NO,'' she shouted. ''Who put you in charge? Why do you think you know what's best for everyone else?''
Akiza's face clenched up.
''Violet Rosa Fudo. Sit down and eat. NOW.'' Akiza only uses Violets full name when she's really lost it. Which was really rare.
Tears of rage and frustration welled in the said girl's eyes.
How dare she order me like that-like a little kid? ''I won't sit down,'' she shouted. ''You can't tell me what to do. You're not even my REAL MOTHER!''
Violet ran out of the dinning room, slamming the door behind her. Tears streamed down her face as she raced through the hall, heading for the stairs and the small privacy of her room.
Riku was sitting on the top step, munching on an apple.
''Why's everyone shouting?'' he said.
Violet stopped just below him and took a deep breath.
Her hands shook as she wiped her face.
''Get out of my way,'' she muttered.
''Wanna see a Martian train wreak?'' Riku opened his mouth and stuck out a tongue full of pale-green mush.
She closed her eyes. What did I do to deserve such an uncool family? I bet Callie Violet Matthews' family weren't like this.
She could just imagine them: understanding, glamorous mother; sensitive, fun-loving father; and not a brother or sister in sight.
The sound of Akiza and Yusei's loud voices drifted towards the stairs.
Riku shuffled down a couple of steps. ''Are mum and dad going to get divorced?'' he said, plain worry in his voice.
''Yeah,'' Violet snapped. ''They're arguing over which one of them has to live with you afterwards.''
Riku stuck his tongue out at Violet again but didn't say anything. A few seconds later, he stomped off to his room. The shouting was getting louder, Akiza's high-pitched shriek piercing through Yusei's low rumble. And then she heard her own name. Violet walked back across the hall, trying to separate out what they were saying.
''Stop it,'' Akiza yelled. ''This is your fault. You promised me-''
''For god sakes!'' Yusei suddenly yelled. ''I'm only saying we can't ignore her asking about it.''
No one had ever heard Yusei sound so angry…and worried.
Violet shivered, and crept closer to the kitchen door.
There was silence for a few seconds. Then Akiza spoke again.
Her voice was quieter now, almost pleading.
''She's too young. Her head's still full of homework and boys and…and…pop songs.''
Yeah right mum-you know me so well the dark haired teen rolled her eyes but crept even closer to the door.
''Then why's she so angry? Why's she been asking questions?'' Yusei said.
''Some stupid school project got her started. But she'll loose interest.'' There was a long pause. Then Violet could hear her mother sniffing. Her voice sounded muffled. She heard Yusei sigh.
''But Akiza, she has to know someday.''
''If we tell her one thing, she'll want to know the rest.''
Yusei murmured something Violet couldn't catch.
''I know, but not now,'' Akiza said. ''When she's eighteen, I'll show her my diaries. That'll put it all in context for her.''
Violet heard footsteps coming towards the door and scurried away, up the stairs. Her heart was beating fast. So much for all mum's 'closed adoption' crap. They did know something about my life before they got me.
Her stomach twisted into a knot. What could it be that was so terrible they didn't think she could handle yet? Could it have anything to do with Callie Violet Matthews?
Violet lay on her bed sure of only one thing. There was no way she could wait until she was eighteen to read her mothers diaries. With that thought in mind, Violet slowly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: yeah sorry for the short chapter, but I promise the next chapter will be longer.
And I hope you guys are thinking about the questions I asked earlier.
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