Basilisk Eyes: * walks in, hair standing on end from last fic's lightning
bolts. * Welcome back! Argent is alright now, Kiba and Raistlin have
reluctantly made peace, and I'm ready to start the next chapter! Steven
pissed off Raistlin and got Contagion cast on him, so... you do the
disclaimer, Aryana.
Aryana: Me?
Basilisk: Sure, you're my muse!
Aryana: Alright!
DISCLAMER: Yu-Gi-Oh, Raistlin Majere, Fistandalius, Dragonlance, Nuitari, etc. are not BE's property. Neither is the Eagles song Already Gone or the Rolling Stones song Paint it Black. She owns Yaki, Kepi, Loco, the Flame Manipulator, a Del Rey guitar, an absolutely ancient Buffet trumpet, and a toothbrush. _____________________________________________________________________
"THAT is your ride?!?!?" Yaki stood, her mouth agape.
"What about it?" Seto Kaiba asked the American exchange student.
"I didn't think my coming was a special occasion or anything..." Yaki looked puzzled.
"Who said anything about a special occasion?" Seto looked at her strangely.
"IT'S A LIMOUSINE!" Yaki clenched her fists at the obviousness.
"So?" Seto looked down at her. "Get in. I don't want to stand on the sidewalk all day, Sandovska."
"You're acting like a limousine is a completely normal, everyday thing." Yaki bit her lip.
"It is. Get in the limo. Now." Seto growled at her. Maybe some of her personality came from her stubbornness, but right now it was just annoying him out of his mind.
Yaki mumbled something about him being a stuck-up jerk as she climbed into the back of the limo. She fastened her seatbelt, then opened her trumpet case. She left the instrument inside its foam cushioning, but set her hands on it. A bright speck of flame lit in her subconscious then grew into a bonfire. A woman in flaming robes stepped out of it. "Something disturbs you, child?"
"Yes, Flame Manipulator. It's... him." She made a mental jab toward Seto Kaiba.
"Him!" she shrieked. "It's a High Priest of the Old Time, NOT allied with Bast!"
"What? He's just a stuck-up Japanese jerk!" Yaki snarled. "And I'm stuck with him for six months!"
"No way home?" the Manipulator inquired.
"Correct." Yaki said sorrowfully. "I never would have came if I knew my host was such a jerk!"
"Settle down. You thought Loco was a jerk when you met him too." She attempted to calm her.
"Because he IS a jerk! But he's also my friend, unlike this idiot." Yaki snapped at the Manipulator. She picked her hands off her trumpet and slammed the top of the case down. The flame inside her flickered and died, and she leaned back into the seat. The palms of her hands were blackened, but she paid it no mind- that always happened when she communed with the flame spirit confined to her instrument. One day, maybe she'd understand everything about the enigma inside, but until then... the limo screeched to a stop outside of the Kaiba Mansion. Yaki looked out the window and couldn't help but gasp. No wonder he'd thought of a limo as being routine! Loco's house in Bloomfield Hills was nowhere near the size of this! She wiped her hands on her blue uniform pants, then walked out of the limo. She refused any help with her trumpet case or messenger bag as she walked up to the massive house. When they were within a stone's throw of the door, a little boy, perhaps nine years old, flung the door open and ran up to Seto.
"Hi, big brother!" he grinned, then looked at Yaki. "Who's this?"
"Yaki, this is my little brother, Mokuba." Seto said. "Mokuba, this is Yaki Sandovska. She's an exchange student who'll be staying with us for a few months."
"Nice to meet you!" Yaki smiled at the little boy. She'd never had a little sister or brother- not like she'd WANT one, after what had happened to Loco...
"Mokuba, I've been called to KaibaCorp, could you show Yaki around?" Seto ordered more than he requested.
"Sure, big brother!" Mokuba said cheerily, then practically dragged Yaki inside. "I guess the bags that arrived earlier were yours. I put them up in one of the guestrooms. Do you want to go there first?"
"That would be great, Mokuba." Yaki smoothed a lock of her blond-brown hair back out of her face. "I would like to put down my instrument and books."
"Oh, you play two instruments?" Mokuba asked. "I saw a guitar case up there."
"Yep, I play trumpet and guitar." Yaki adjusted the strap of her trumpet case, which was slipping down her shoulder. "Maybe I can teach you how to play guitar, if you want."
"Cool! Can you play something?" he asked excitedly as they walked up the stairs.
"As soon as I plug in my amp!" she laughed.
"That's awesome!" he opened the door to a nice, if sparsely furnished, bedroom. The walls were white, the carpet was a camel color, and the molding was unvarnished wood. "I'm sorry if it's a bit lacking in color."
"No worries." Yaki's eyes lit up. This was a virtual canvas for her scrapbook walls, just like she'd had at home... but this would be even better! "Now, where might I find an electrical outlet?"
"Over there." Mokuba gestured to the socket on the wall.
"Great, now I'll be able to keep Loco away from it when he has wire." Yaki grinned.
"What?" Mokuba asked as she unpacked her amp.
"Loco, my best friend. His real name is James." She ran a pick over the strings of her assembled guitar, creating a harmonious chord. She frowned, then adjusted her B string. "He lit his room on fire once when he stuck some wire into an electrical outlet. Now, what do you want to hear? I'm pretty good at classic rock."
"I dunno..." Mokuba shrugged. "Just play anything you want."
"OK... let's try this." She set her left hand in a G chord and began to strum.
(this is NOT my property! This is an Eagles song!)
"Well, I heard some people talking just the other day, and they said you were going to put me on a shelf Well I've got some news for you, And you'll soon find out it's true, And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.
'cause I'm all....ready gone... and I'm fee...ling strong... I will sing.... this vict'ry song... woohoohoo, my my, woohoohoo.
The letter that you wrote me, Made me stop and wonder why, But I guess you felt like you had to set things right, Just remember this my girl, When you look up in the sky, You can see the stars and still not see the light, That's right.
And I'm all...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will si...ing this vict'ry song, 'coz I'm already gone.
Well, I know it wasn't you who held me down, Heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free So oftentimes it happens, That we live our lives in chains, That we never even know we have the key
Me, I'm all...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will sing this vict'ry song, 'coz I'm al...ready gone.
'Coz I'm al...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will si....ing this vict'ry song, coz I'm al...ready gone.
Yes, I'm already gone, already gone (awright, nighty night) Already gone, already gone..."
Later that night, when Seto came home, Mokuba was fast asleep in his bedroom and the only sound in the house was a tortured F minor chord and Yaki's voice singing, "I see a red door and I want to paint it black..." He sighed and walked up the stairs to his own room.
To be continued.
Basilisk: OK, just a few author's notes here... First, I'm sorry about the formatting on the first two chapters. My unedited versions were put up instead of the edited ones, and the screwy formatting is a direct consequence of that. Second, I appreciate the lesson on paragraph structure. However, unless your name is Mr. Krisniski and you are a ninth grade literature teacher, you don't need to teach me these things. Third, all you accusing me of being a "Mary Sue", have you ever thought about Yaki's opinion? She is the most stubborn thirteen-year old genius this side of Alpha Centurai...
Logic Demon: HYPOTHESIS NOT BASED ON FACT!
Basilisk: Oh, shut up. It's creative license. And, to continue... she has a crush on Loco.
Yaki: DO NOT!!! *hits Basilisk with a copy of Dalamar the Dark*
Basilisk: What did I just say? Well, review, tell me what I can do better, and remember, nothing up this sleeve, nothing up the other!
Yaki: *shakes her violently*
Basilisk: *plot twists begin to cascade out of sleeves* Egads!
Aryana: Me?
Basilisk: Sure, you're my muse!
Aryana: Alright!
DISCLAMER: Yu-Gi-Oh, Raistlin Majere, Fistandalius, Dragonlance, Nuitari, etc. are not BE's property. Neither is the Eagles song Already Gone or the Rolling Stones song Paint it Black. She owns Yaki, Kepi, Loco, the Flame Manipulator, a Del Rey guitar, an absolutely ancient Buffet trumpet, and a toothbrush. _____________________________________________________________________
"THAT is your ride?!?!?" Yaki stood, her mouth agape.
"What about it?" Seto Kaiba asked the American exchange student.
"I didn't think my coming was a special occasion or anything..." Yaki looked puzzled.
"Who said anything about a special occasion?" Seto looked at her strangely.
"IT'S A LIMOUSINE!" Yaki clenched her fists at the obviousness.
"So?" Seto looked down at her. "Get in. I don't want to stand on the sidewalk all day, Sandovska."
"You're acting like a limousine is a completely normal, everyday thing." Yaki bit her lip.
"It is. Get in the limo. Now." Seto growled at her. Maybe some of her personality came from her stubbornness, but right now it was just annoying him out of his mind.
Yaki mumbled something about him being a stuck-up jerk as she climbed into the back of the limo. She fastened her seatbelt, then opened her trumpet case. She left the instrument inside its foam cushioning, but set her hands on it. A bright speck of flame lit in her subconscious then grew into a bonfire. A woman in flaming robes stepped out of it. "Something disturbs you, child?"
"Yes, Flame Manipulator. It's... him." She made a mental jab toward Seto Kaiba.
"Him!" she shrieked. "It's a High Priest of the Old Time, NOT allied with Bast!"
"What? He's just a stuck-up Japanese jerk!" Yaki snarled. "And I'm stuck with him for six months!"
"No way home?" the Manipulator inquired.
"Correct." Yaki said sorrowfully. "I never would have came if I knew my host was such a jerk!"
"Settle down. You thought Loco was a jerk when you met him too." She attempted to calm her.
"Because he IS a jerk! But he's also my friend, unlike this idiot." Yaki snapped at the Manipulator. She picked her hands off her trumpet and slammed the top of the case down. The flame inside her flickered and died, and she leaned back into the seat. The palms of her hands were blackened, but she paid it no mind- that always happened when she communed with the flame spirit confined to her instrument. One day, maybe she'd understand everything about the enigma inside, but until then... the limo screeched to a stop outside of the Kaiba Mansion. Yaki looked out the window and couldn't help but gasp. No wonder he'd thought of a limo as being routine! Loco's house in Bloomfield Hills was nowhere near the size of this! She wiped her hands on her blue uniform pants, then walked out of the limo. She refused any help with her trumpet case or messenger bag as she walked up to the massive house. When they were within a stone's throw of the door, a little boy, perhaps nine years old, flung the door open and ran up to Seto.
"Hi, big brother!" he grinned, then looked at Yaki. "Who's this?"
"Yaki, this is my little brother, Mokuba." Seto said. "Mokuba, this is Yaki Sandovska. She's an exchange student who'll be staying with us for a few months."
"Nice to meet you!" Yaki smiled at the little boy. She'd never had a little sister or brother- not like she'd WANT one, after what had happened to Loco...
"Mokuba, I've been called to KaibaCorp, could you show Yaki around?" Seto ordered more than he requested.
"Sure, big brother!" Mokuba said cheerily, then practically dragged Yaki inside. "I guess the bags that arrived earlier were yours. I put them up in one of the guestrooms. Do you want to go there first?"
"That would be great, Mokuba." Yaki smoothed a lock of her blond-brown hair back out of her face. "I would like to put down my instrument and books."
"Oh, you play two instruments?" Mokuba asked. "I saw a guitar case up there."
"Yep, I play trumpet and guitar." Yaki adjusted the strap of her trumpet case, which was slipping down her shoulder. "Maybe I can teach you how to play guitar, if you want."
"Cool! Can you play something?" he asked excitedly as they walked up the stairs.
"As soon as I plug in my amp!" she laughed.
"That's awesome!" he opened the door to a nice, if sparsely furnished, bedroom. The walls were white, the carpet was a camel color, and the molding was unvarnished wood. "I'm sorry if it's a bit lacking in color."
"No worries." Yaki's eyes lit up. This was a virtual canvas for her scrapbook walls, just like she'd had at home... but this would be even better! "Now, where might I find an electrical outlet?"
"Over there." Mokuba gestured to the socket on the wall.
"Great, now I'll be able to keep Loco away from it when he has wire." Yaki grinned.
"What?" Mokuba asked as she unpacked her amp.
"Loco, my best friend. His real name is James." She ran a pick over the strings of her assembled guitar, creating a harmonious chord. She frowned, then adjusted her B string. "He lit his room on fire once when he stuck some wire into an electrical outlet. Now, what do you want to hear? I'm pretty good at classic rock."
"I dunno..." Mokuba shrugged. "Just play anything you want."
"OK... let's try this." She set her left hand in a G chord and began to strum.
(this is NOT my property! This is an Eagles song!)
"Well, I heard some people talking just the other day, and they said you were going to put me on a shelf Well I've got some news for you, And you'll soon find out it's true, And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.
'cause I'm all....ready gone... and I'm fee...ling strong... I will sing.... this vict'ry song... woohoohoo, my my, woohoohoo.
The letter that you wrote me, Made me stop and wonder why, But I guess you felt like you had to set things right, Just remember this my girl, When you look up in the sky, You can see the stars and still not see the light, That's right.
And I'm all...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will si...ing this vict'ry song, 'coz I'm already gone.
Well, I know it wasn't you who held me down, Heaven knows it wasn't you who set me free So oftentimes it happens, That we live our lives in chains, That we never even know we have the key
Me, I'm all...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will sing this vict'ry song, 'coz I'm al...ready gone.
'Coz I'm al...ready gone, and I'm fee...ee...eeling strong, I will si....ing this vict'ry song, coz I'm al...ready gone.
Yes, I'm already gone, already gone (awright, nighty night) Already gone, already gone..."
Later that night, when Seto came home, Mokuba was fast asleep in his bedroom and the only sound in the house was a tortured F minor chord and Yaki's voice singing, "I see a red door and I want to paint it black..." He sighed and walked up the stairs to his own room.
To be continued.
Basilisk: OK, just a few author's notes here... First, I'm sorry about the formatting on the first two chapters. My unedited versions were put up instead of the edited ones, and the screwy formatting is a direct consequence of that. Second, I appreciate the lesson on paragraph structure. However, unless your name is Mr. Krisniski and you are a ninth grade literature teacher, you don't need to teach me these things. Third, all you accusing me of being a "Mary Sue", have you ever thought about Yaki's opinion? She is the most stubborn thirteen-year old genius this side of Alpha Centurai...
Logic Demon: HYPOTHESIS NOT BASED ON FACT!
Basilisk: Oh, shut up. It's creative license. And, to continue... she has a crush on Loco.
Yaki: DO NOT!!! *hits Basilisk with a copy of Dalamar the Dark*
Basilisk: What did I just say? Well, review, tell me what I can do better, and remember, nothing up this sleeve, nothing up the other!
Yaki: *shakes her violently*
Basilisk: *plot twists begin to cascade out of sleeves* Egads!