FORLORN ETERNALE
Oh, yeah, sadly, I hate how I hafta say this...none of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters belong to me, even though they SHOULD, (Maybe I could kill the makers and steal the idea...hee hee.. I could use the back of a hammer). They're all copywrited...blah de blah de blaaaahhhh...except Jasmyne (my sister person) is mine, ALL MIIIINNNNNE! Don't take that wrong, I'm not some kind of lesbian...actually, I'm obsessed with Seto and Malik and Ryou and Bakura [my friends and I and others I've heard call Ryou his good chippy side and Bakura his evil side...] and Yami and yes, even Joey, even though he's a total moron. And that Duke Devlon guy is pretty yummy too...mmm mmm good... I STILL think Joey should have won the Duelist Kingdom, I mean, Solomon [aka Yugi's grandpa] is gonna die soon anyway!! But Joey's sister is like 14!! She's too young to lose her eyes!!! Oh well...everyone's happy now anyway...)
Intro- OK, my happy little fic might take some time to explain; if I don't
t'won't (tis and won't, don't ask) make much sense, unless you're special and can read my mind from wherever the hell you are. (If you think you can, you need some help...I know I do...) Anyway, for my spiffy story I thought t'would (tis and would, get my thing???) be real spritzy (you know those lemons that you put on the tops of drinks?? That's a spritz. Don't ask [again]; if you really must know inquire at my good friend Englasu's reviewy place; she made it up...) if I made it so Kaiba had a sister. (I interrupt my sentences a lot, don't I?? There I go again...OK, if I get really weird while I'm writing this, blame m&m's. The chocolate is going straight to my brain!!!! MWAH HA AHA HA AHA HA!!!! I KNEW they were putting in mind control drugs to addict us and then take over the world with their chocolate zombies!!!! Oh, well, who cares...chocolate is yummy anyway, and I'll be a zombie as long as I get more chocolate...you know, it's actually kinda good with mustard...) Okey Pokey, (I made that up saying up; ain't it cool???) Back to the story...you're probably thinking, "OK, this person has serious ISSUES!!! (If you don't; I love you...) Well, I do, but read my story anyway so I'll feel special. It's my first ever fic and if you don't like it you'll be stifling my creative talent and I'll be forced to hunt you down and kill you!!!! If you really like it, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a deprived and abused child who's really only supposed to be using the Internet for "school purposes. Oh, well, screw my parents...I love to write, and they can just DIE!!! (I sure get off topic a lot...) MUST TELL YOU ABOUT STORY NOW!!!! Seto is older that his little sister by...I'm too lazy to do math out of school now, but they're enough months apart so that they're in the same grade but it still works without them being twins. So, I dunno...they're like 10 months apart. (If that doesn't work, please inform me so I can make the due changes.) OK, I'm gonna shut up now and start; review when you're done!!!! Please please PLEASE with a cherry top and whipped cream and chocolate sauce!!!! (yummy nummy...chocolate sauce...EEEWWWW!!!! I'm getting really ecchie thoughts now, so yeah...) This tisn't (you should GET this by NOW!!!) the end; if you like it, maybe I'll write more. Yeah, and about the R rating, it's not bad now, but it gets a lot worse...hee hee...(And about the alligator mouths , I use those when I interrupt the story to blab). Venture forward, young Jedi, if I haven't sent you screaming to a nice padded room by now...
CHAPTER I: WAKING UP
BZZZZT! BZZZT! BZZZZT! Screeched her alarm clock so kindly placed beside her head.
'Peachy. Another tragic day in the hell that is my life.'
BZZZZZZZT!! BZZZZZT!! BZZZZZZZZT!! It further insisted sending out its message to all those doomed to hear it, "Get outa bed or endure me! MWAH AHA HA AHA HA!!!" Ain't alarm clocks great?
'Damn it, why don't I just smother myself in my bed?!' She ducked deeper under the security of her covers.
BZZZZZZT!!! BZZ- before it could continue, she chucked a conveniently placed shoe at the evil contraption. With a glassy SMASH!, the dagger sharp heel stabbed the face of the clock, a clean pierce through. don't ask me why it didn't totally shatter; I just thought it sounded cool... Grinning malevolently to herself, she moaned and crawled from her sanctuary. She routinely pulled off her pajamas and slipped on her revoltingly pink school uniform. She glanced back at her regular raven black clothes. She'd worn that color, the color of death, the color of mourning, ever since "it" had happened. Her parents-gone. Forever. They were never coming back. Not now, not ever. She displayed her hatred for the universe with the black garments, to show the world that it could not hurt her any more than it already had. She could recall that fateful day as if it weren't so many years ago, in a perfectly clear image, even though it nearly seemed to be a part of a completely separate existence.
OK, note to y'all- like none of my flash backs that I make up actually like happened. Note the "I make up." Continuing...
She and Seto were seated at their miniature white table; a chess board lay before them. 'Hmmm, how he used to love chess; he'd play it almost every day...' A small yellow pad of paper with pale blue lines drawn across it boasted to anyone and everyone who chanced to look at it that Seto had won every single game that he'd set out to play with her.
"Ohhhh, I can' beat you..." she whined, crossing her arms in a pout.
"Of course you can't. I mean, I've beaten you like 20 times in a row!!" he bragged, and then flashed her a nasty grin, which she ignored.
She leaned back away from him in revulsion. "Sniff, sniff. Oh, yeah, well..." she contemplated a possible retort. "Well, Mommy likes me best!!" she sniveled. "So there! Pbbbbllllll!!!!!" she stuck her little pink tongue at him.
"Nya-ah."
"Ya-huh."
"Nyah-ahhhhh."
"Ya-huh!!!"
"Oh yeah? Well why don't you just ask her then, little Miss Snotty Pants? I bet she likes ME best. After all, I AM the smarter one..."
"My pants ain't snotty, poopy head!!! At least I don't pick my nose!!! You're the snot face!!!"
Nervously, and twiddling his thumbs, "Whaddaya mean? I-I don't kn-now what you're t-t-talking about...I don't pick my nose, I-"
"Yes ya do. I SAW you!! So there! You can't protect your secret anymore, Seto..." she said prissily.
"W-when?" he stammered.
"Yesterday. And you ATE it too!!"
"No ya didn't!! No I didn't!! You're LYING!! 'Cause I didn't!! so you could possibly have-"
She chanted, "Booger brain, booger brain, Seto is a boog-"
"Stop it!!" he fussed.
"Not 'til ya admit mommy likes me best."
"Never!!!" he screamed. "Besides, I tol' you ta ask her!!"
"I can't, you baloney-head. You think you're so smart, but you're really dumber than a dumb bell, which is really dumb since dumb bell even has the WORD dumb in its name. Mommy an' Daddy are out somewhere doin' grown uppy stuff at some fancy place. 'Member? That would be why they aren't here an' some other lady who's sup-supp-o-sed-lee our neighbor person named Lori is here. Even though I bet she's really a mummy queen who came back from the dead an' wants to take over the world with her specially Egypt magic...'cause she wears all that weirdo goldy jewelry an' reads all those weird books...but THAT'S why I can't ask Mommy if she likes me best!!" she re-informed him.
"First of all, mummies don't come back from the dead, Jazzy, they STAY dead. That's why they're mummies. Besides, if she was really an Egypt person, why'd she hafta read 'bout her own stuff?? An' mummies aren't evil. The Ancient Egyptians prepared their dead by embalming them for the afterlife with all their favorite-"
"Nobody CARES Seto!! And she'd might hafta read 'bout her stuff if-if...she hit her head on a rock and bashed it in real hard an' then she forgot everythin' that she knew an'...uhhh...then she couldn't find her magic remembery stuff so then she had ta read 'bout it an'..."
"If you knew ANYTHIN' about anything important besides stupid kiddy stuff, you'd know that can't happen."
"I saw it in a movie the other night, so there."
"That was a movie," he said like a know-it-all.
"Exactly! So it hasta be true!"
He rolled his eyes. "You don't know anythin'."
"Hey, I know 'portant stuff!! She persevered her argument, and gestured to her intelligence by jabbing her forehead with her pointing finger.
He narrowed his eyelids. Acerbically, "Oh, yeah?? Like what, smarty?"
"Ummmmm...."
"I'm WAITINGGGGGG..."
"True geniuses never reveal their secrets." She stuck her nose high into the air and turned away from him.
"That's MAGICIANS, stupid," he snickered. "Oh, an' if you're so smart, then how come I just won AGAIN, hmm? You're checkmated!! That makes me have 21 wins, an' Jasmyne... still 0. Hee heee!" He gleefully added another checkmark to his column on the sheet, dull pencil scritching the paper. He then abruptly smacked her king down in the customary fashion.
She peered down at it in distress. "Smarties don't need ta know how ta play dumb games, Seto. They gotta know...uhhh...smart stuff...like, ummm... math an' science an' ...other stuff..."
He continued smiling at his victory. "For YOUR information, chess is a strategy game where ya gotta think, 'cept you wouldn't know that 'cause you NEVER think!!"
She snapped, "I do SO!!!"
"Whatever you say. An' just you wait, I bet mommy'll kick you outa the house when she tells us she really hates you..."
She sneered at him viciously. "Well what if they don't come back, hmmm? I had a dream last night that they DIED!!! Then we'll never know!"
He giggled. "You an' your nutsy dreams that ya think come true. How did they die, hmmm, sis?"
She sulked, "They do SO come true!! 'Member the one a couple years ago 'bout baby Mokuba bein' born???"
Reluctantly, "Lucky guess..."
"It was three years 'fore he was born!!! An' they died in a car crash!!!"
"They'll come back; stop tryin' ta delay what ya know'll come true...that mommy an' daddy'll make ya live in the garage when they say that they really like me best...an' you'll live offa rats an' seaweed..." He trotted over to the TV in its large wooden entertainment case. "C'mon, Jazzy, I'm sick o' beatin' you. Let's watch TV."
"OK, fine...I'm sorta bored of losin' anyway..." she wandered over to the cheery floral couch and hopped up onto the seat next to her brother. After a brief quarrel over the remote, Seto triumphed and clicked the TV on. The screen wavered on and an image appeared, as customarily happens with a TV.
"Waaaiiiitttt a minute...isn't seaweed from the ocean, Seto...?"
He thought for a moment. "Some could've washed up from the ocean, stupid. We live kinda close to one..."
He flipped rapidly through a few channels, cutting off the conversation that he had no idea how to finish with him on top. "Stupid, boring, babyish, dumb, stupid, news, mushy, yucky...eww...what are they doin'??" he scrunched up his nose as he listed descriptions of typically pointless daytime television.
"Hey...wait a second, Seto...go back ta the news."
"Why??" he gave her a puzzled look.
"Just do it. I thought I saw..."
Repentantly, he clicked back. "So WHY exactly are we watchin' this??!!?"
"Look...uh oh..." her hand flew to her mouth in shock, and her eyes
broadened in hurt uncertainty.
He whispered, nearly unheard by his speechless little sister, "Isn't th-that...isn't that...Mo-mommy an' Daddy's c-c-car...?"
Jasmyne was unable to answer. Her slate eyes were locked to the screen where her parents' vehicle was being engulfed in a fiery inferno, and some dull, apathetic reporter with short, professional, dusty blond hair in a burgundy business suit was droning on about some accident with another car.
"It seems that both of the occupants of the first car were killed instantly in the crash, while the other individual appears unharmed, with just minor windshield damage...he is currently being treated for negligible cuts and bruises. The two persons in the second car are currently unidentified...although they are apparently a man and a woman, both around middle-aged. Their families will be notified as soon as soon as possible."
Jasmyne's thoughts slowly drifted back to the real world. The real world, were everyone hated her, the real world, where everything was constant pain, a nagging reminder of her heartbreaking life. A life of suffering and angst; that was the destined life of a Kaiba. She lethargically gathered up the scattered shards of glass and plastic and dropped them into the trashcan. Then she headed down the stairwell towards the kitchen.
Oh, yeah, sadly, I hate how I hafta say this...none of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters belong to me, even though they SHOULD, (Maybe I could kill the makers and steal the idea...hee hee.. I could use the back of a hammer). They're all copywrited...blah de blah de blaaaahhhh...except Jasmyne (my sister person) is mine, ALL MIIIINNNNNE! Don't take that wrong, I'm not some kind of lesbian...actually, I'm obsessed with Seto and Malik and Ryou and Bakura [my friends and I and others I've heard call Ryou his good chippy side and Bakura his evil side...] and Yami and yes, even Joey, even though he's a total moron. And that Duke Devlon guy is pretty yummy too...mmm mmm good... I STILL think Joey should have won the Duelist Kingdom, I mean, Solomon [aka Yugi's grandpa] is gonna die soon anyway!! But Joey's sister is like 14!! She's too young to lose her eyes!!! Oh well...everyone's happy now anyway...)
Intro- OK, my happy little fic might take some time to explain; if I don't
t'won't (tis and won't, don't ask) make much sense, unless you're special and can read my mind from wherever the hell you are. (If you think you can, you need some help...I know I do...) Anyway, for my spiffy story I thought t'would (tis and would, get my thing???) be real spritzy (you know those lemons that you put on the tops of drinks?? That's a spritz. Don't ask [again]; if you really must know inquire at my good friend Englasu's reviewy place; she made it up...) if I made it so Kaiba had a sister. (I interrupt my sentences a lot, don't I?? There I go again...OK, if I get really weird while I'm writing this, blame m&m's. The chocolate is going straight to my brain!!!! MWAH HA AHA HA AHA HA!!!! I KNEW they were putting in mind control drugs to addict us and then take over the world with their chocolate zombies!!!! Oh, well, who cares...chocolate is yummy anyway, and I'll be a zombie as long as I get more chocolate...you know, it's actually kinda good with mustard...) Okey Pokey, (I made that up saying up; ain't it cool???) Back to the story...you're probably thinking, "OK, this person has serious ISSUES!!! (If you don't; I love you...) Well, I do, but read my story anyway so I'll feel special. It's my first ever fic and if you don't like it you'll be stifling my creative talent and I'll be forced to hunt you down and kill you!!!! If you really like it, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a deprived and abused child who's really only supposed to be using the Internet for "school purposes. Oh, well, screw my parents...I love to write, and they can just DIE!!! (I sure get off topic a lot...) MUST TELL YOU ABOUT STORY NOW!!!! Seto is older that his little sister by...I'm too lazy to do math out of school now, but they're enough months apart so that they're in the same grade but it still works without them being twins. So, I dunno...they're like 10 months apart. (If that doesn't work, please inform me so I can make the due changes.) OK, I'm gonna shut up now and start; review when you're done!!!! Please please PLEASE with a cherry top and whipped cream and chocolate sauce!!!! (yummy nummy...chocolate sauce...EEEWWWW!!!! I'm getting really ecchie thoughts now, so yeah...) This tisn't (you should GET this by NOW!!!) the end; if you like it, maybe I'll write more. Yeah, and about the R rating, it's not bad now, but it gets a lot worse...hee hee...(And about the alligator mouths , I use those when I interrupt the story to blab). Venture forward, young Jedi, if I haven't sent you screaming to a nice padded room by now...
CHAPTER I: WAKING UP
BZZZZT! BZZZT! BZZZZT! Screeched her alarm clock so kindly placed beside her head.
'Peachy. Another tragic day in the hell that is my life.'
BZZZZZZZT!! BZZZZZT!! BZZZZZZZZT!! It further insisted sending out its message to all those doomed to hear it, "Get outa bed or endure me! MWAH AHA HA AHA HA!!!" Ain't alarm clocks great?
'Damn it, why don't I just smother myself in my bed?!' She ducked deeper under the security of her covers.
BZZZZZZT!!! BZZ- before it could continue, she chucked a conveniently placed shoe at the evil contraption. With a glassy SMASH!, the dagger sharp heel stabbed the face of the clock, a clean pierce through. don't ask me why it didn't totally shatter; I just thought it sounded cool... Grinning malevolently to herself, she moaned and crawled from her sanctuary. She routinely pulled off her pajamas and slipped on her revoltingly pink school uniform. She glanced back at her regular raven black clothes. She'd worn that color, the color of death, the color of mourning, ever since "it" had happened. Her parents-gone. Forever. They were never coming back. Not now, not ever. She displayed her hatred for the universe with the black garments, to show the world that it could not hurt her any more than it already had. She could recall that fateful day as if it weren't so many years ago, in a perfectly clear image, even though it nearly seemed to be a part of a completely separate existence.
OK, note to y'all- like none of my flash backs that I make up actually like happened. Note the "I make up." Continuing...
She and Seto were seated at their miniature white table; a chess board lay before them. 'Hmmm, how he used to love chess; he'd play it almost every day...' A small yellow pad of paper with pale blue lines drawn across it boasted to anyone and everyone who chanced to look at it that Seto had won every single game that he'd set out to play with her.
"Ohhhh, I can' beat you..." she whined, crossing her arms in a pout.
"Of course you can't. I mean, I've beaten you like 20 times in a row!!" he bragged, and then flashed her a nasty grin, which she ignored.
She leaned back away from him in revulsion. "Sniff, sniff. Oh, yeah, well..." she contemplated a possible retort. "Well, Mommy likes me best!!" she sniveled. "So there! Pbbbbllllll!!!!!" she stuck her little pink tongue at him.
"Nya-ah."
"Ya-huh."
"Nyah-ahhhhh."
"Ya-huh!!!"
"Oh yeah? Well why don't you just ask her then, little Miss Snotty Pants? I bet she likes ME best. After all, I AM the smarter one..."
"My pants ain't snotty, poopy head!!! At least I don't pick my nose!!! You're the snot face!!!"
Nervously, and twiddling his thumbs, "Whaddaya mean? I-I don't kn-now what you're t-t-talking about...I don't pick my nose, I-"
"Yes ya do. I SAW you!! So there! You can't protect your secret anymore, Seto..." she said prissily.
"W-when?" he stammered.
"Yesterday. And you ATE it too!!"
"No ya didn't!! No I didn't!! You're LYING!! 'Cause I didn't!! so you could possibly have-"
She chanted, "Booger brain, booger brain, Seto is a boog-"
"Stop it!!" he fussed.
"Not 'til ya admit mommy likes me best."
"Never!!!" he screamed. "Besides, I tol' you ta ask her!!"
"I can't, you baloney-head. You think you're so smart, but you're really dumber than a dumb bell, which is really dumb since dumb bell even has the WORD dumb in its name. Mommy an' Daddy are out somewhere doin' grown uppy stuff at some fancy place. 'Member? That would be why they aren't here an' some other lady who's sup-supp-o-sed-lee our neighbor person named Lori is here. Even though I bet she's really a mummy queen who came back from the dead an' wants to take over the world with her specially Egypt magic...'cause she wears all that weirdo goldy jewelry an' reads all those weird books...but THAT'S why I can't ask Mommy if she likes me best!!" she re-informed him.
"First of all, mummies don't come back from the dead, Jazzy, they STAY dead. That's why they're mummies. Besides, if she was really an Egypt person, why'd she hafta read 'bout her own stuff?? An' mummies aren't evil. The Ancient Egyptians prepared their dead by embalming them for the afterlife with all their favorite-"
"Nobody CARES Seto!! And she'd might hafta read 'bout her stuff if-if...she hit her head on a rock and bashed it in real hard an' then she forgot everythin' that she knew an'...uhhh...then she couldn't find her magic remembery stuff so then she had ta read 'bout it an'..."
"If you knew ANYTHIN' about anything important besides stupid kiddy stuff, you'd know that can't happen."
"I saw it in a movie the other night, so there."
"That was a movie," he said like a know-it-all.
"Exactly! So it hasta be true!"
He rolled his eyes. "You don't know anythin'."
"Hey, I know 'portant stuff!! She persevered her argument, and gestured to her intelligence by jabbing her forehead with her pointing finger.
He narrowed his eyelids. Acerbically, "Oh, yeah?? Like what, smarty?"
"Ummmmm...."
"I'm WAITINGGGGGG..."
"True geniuses never reveal their secrets." She stuck her nose high into the air and turned away from him.
"That's MAGICIANS, stupid," he snickered. "Oh, an' if you're so smart, then how come I just won AGAIN, hmm? You're checkmated!! That makes me have 21 wins, an' Jasmyne... still 0. Hee heee!" He gleefully added another checkmark to his column on the sheet, dull pencil scritching the paper. He then abruptly smacked her king down in the customary fashion.
She peered down at it in distress. "Smarties don't need ta know how ta play dumb games, Seto. They gotta know...uhhh...smart stuff...like, ummm... math an' science an' ...other stuff..."
He continued smiling at his victory. "For YOUR information, chess is a strategy game where ya gotta think, 'cept you wouldn't know that 'cause you NEVER think!!"
She snapped, "I do SO!!!"
"Whatever you say. An' just you wait, I bet mommy'll kick you outa the house when she tells us she really hates you..."
She sneered at him viciously. "Well what if they don't come back, hmmm? I had a dream last night that they DIED!!! Then we'll never know!"
He giggled. "You an' your nutsy dreams that ya think come true. How did they die, hmmm, sis?"
She sulked, "They do SO come true!! 'Member the one a couple years ago 'bout baby Mokuba bein' born???"
Reluctantly, "Lucky guess..."
"It was three years 'fore he was born!!! An' they died in a car crash!!!"
"They'll come back; stop tryin' ta delay what ya know'll come true...that mommy an' daddy'll make ya live in the garage when they say that they really like me best...an' you'll live offa rats an' seaweed..." He trotted over to the TV in its large wooden entertainment case. "C'mon, Jazzy, I'm sick o' beatin' you. Let's watch TV."
"OK, fine...I'm sorta bored of losin' anyway..." she wandered over to the cheery floral couch and hopped up onto the seat next to her brother. After a brief quarrel over the remote, Seto triumphed and clicked the TV on. The screen wavered on and an image appeared, as customarily happens with a TV.
"Waaaiiiitttt a minute...isn't seaweed from the ocean, Seto...?"
He thought for a moment. "Some could've washed up from the ocean, stupid. We live kinda close to one..."
He flipped rapidly through a few channels, cutting off the conversation that he had no idea how to finish with him on top. "Stupid, boring, babyish, dumb, stupid, news, mushy, yucky...eww...what are they doin'??" he scrunched up his nose as he listed descriptions of typically pointless daytime television.
"Hey...wait a second, Seto...go back ta the news."
"Why??" he gave her a puzzled look.
"Just do it. I thought I saw..."
Repentantly, he clicked back. "So WHY exactly are we watchin' this??!!?"
"Look...uh oh..." her hand flew to her mouth in shock, and her eyes
broadened in hurt uncertainty.
He whispered, nearly unheard by his speechless little sister, "Isn't th-that...isn't that...Mo-mommy an' Daddy's c-c-car...?"
Jasmyne was unable to answer. Her slate eyes were locked to the screen where her parents' vehicle was being engulfed in a fiery inferno, and some dull, apathetic reporter with short, professional, dusty blond hair in a burgundy business suit was droning on about some accident with another car.
"It seems that both of the occupants of the first car were killed instantly in the crash, while the other individual appears unharmed, with just minor windshield damage...he is currently being treated for negligible cuts and bruises. The two persons in the second car are currently unidentified...although they are apparently a man and a woman, both around middle-aged. Their families will be notified as soon as soon as possible."
Jasmyne's thoughts slowly drifted back to the real world. The real world, were everyone hated her, the real world, where everything was constant pain, a nagging reminder of her heartbreaking life. A life of suffering and angst; that was the destined life of a Kaiba. She lethargically gathered up the scattered shards of glass and plastic and dropped them into the trashcan. Then she headed down the stairwell towards the kitchen.