CHAPTER II: OUTCAST OF THE MANSION
Yeah, about how chap 1 looks so shitty: the whole changing chapters thingy takes too long and it took me while to figure this out, so I did some stuff wrong. Nevermind!!! Spiffiness!!! I got it too work all by myself without the help of my hopelessly useless friends!!! YAY!!!!
In the kitchen, Seto and Mokuba were happily having their morning meals; well, Mokuba was eating, anyway. The 10-year old was shoveling spoonful after sugary spoonful into his open mouth, spoon overflowing with mounds of chocolatey puffs, while Seto coolly sipped his coffee as he skimmed the pages of the newspaper. He looked up as Jasmyne entered the room and made a quick gesture of greeting.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"...," she didn't respond to his attempt at being pleasant.
"Seto, can you pass the sugar? I needta put more on my cereal. It's kinda yucky an' plain."
Her distinguished brother chortled at the 10-year old's childish request, then gave him a perplexed but playful look. "Why do you need MORE, little brother? You have like ten pounds already...you'll drive your teacher nuts."
He looked up at his idol. " 'Cause all the chocolate washed off in the milk an' now they don't taste chocolatey enough...pleeeeaaasssssseeee, Seto? My teacher won't mind...she says she wants us to be energetic in class," he tried desperately.
He rolled his eyes teasingly. "Oh, all right, Mokuba..." he handed the jar of snow white powder to his younger sibling, and the child eagerly doused his bowl in the opaque crystals.
Seto was always with Mokuba; they were absolutely inseparable, unless, of course, Seto was at his company, busily typing, making new complex programs that she could never manage to figure out, or hacking, which was about 3/4 of the time.
'I never had anyone like that, at least not when I really needed it. No...after the passing of Mom and Dad, I was totally alone and isolated...Seto and I used to be like twins...me the adventurous, fearless, vigorous one, and him the sensible voice of reason when I was about to do something foolish or dangerous. He always was the smarter one...' she chuckled to herself. ' And I was always making fun of him and saying he was dumb...but then our parents had to leave us forever and hurl me senselessly into this hell that I live every day, with not a soul I can talk to in the world. My own brothers don't even know me anymore...Mokuba never did...but Seto just sort of pretends I'm not here...if he's not at his stupid evil company plotting ways to destroy people's lives with his damn electronics, he hanging around with his beloved little brother, doing "brotherly love" crap. He always seems to forget that I'm his little sister too.'
She sighed drearily in light of what she'd been thinking about and picked up a granola bar, the yummy kind with chocolate chips.
"No, I'll walk by myself, I don't need your damn car," she responded to her big brother's question before he even asked it.
The pair paid little attention to her as they continued their lighthearted brotherly breakfasting. She drifted out the door, unseen and unheard, like a kind of homeless, neglected spirit, a stranger in her own home.
The two brothers' eyes followed her vigilantly as she slammed the door behind her, and Mokuba temporarily stopped cramming his mouth, giving himself a chance to breathe.
"Seto, what's wrong with Jazzy?" he asked, still chewing the crunchy remnants of his breakfast.
"...I really don't know..." he folded the newspaper together neatly and placed it to the side of the table. He sighed deeply and stood up, a worried expression spread across his face, his profound blue eyes wrought with sorrow. "We better get going if you don't want to be late for school..."
"But Seto...we can't just let her be so sad..." he protested.
"I'll talk to her later..."
"You never have time to do anything but your company, Seto." He finished his bowl of cereal and dropped the silver spoon back into the ceramic bowl, the eating utensil rattling against the sides of it for a few seconds. "You're there almost all day...you never talk to anybody but your employees and me, but only sometimes. Besides, she never wants to talk to you anyway. And what if she gets even worse? She's kinda been like this for a while..."
"...I know... look, don't you worry about it, Mokuba. I'll take care of it."
He rumpled the child's hectic mess of black hair, but Mokuba failed to grin.
"C'mon, we better get going."
And Seto led his younger brother out the door. He'd told him that he'd figure it out, but he really had no clue where to start. Jasmyne had been like this for as long as he could possibly recall, at least since their parents had departed this life on that fateful day that had destroyed their innocent lives forever. And then she'd just sort of showed up at his door, six years later, and he didn't know who she even was anymore. And now she hated him for some reason that he couldn't decipher, and there was not a thing he could do about it. She wouldn't even say hello to him in the morning, for Christ Sakes!! What the hell was he supposed to do about that? She probably thought he hated her or something, but he couldn't possibly image how she'd got that insane notion into her head. He loved her, even more than he used to, because they were just children then. Now they needed each other, but she refused his company and just shut herself up in her room every day. She was worse than he was, which was pretty bad. At least he occasionally ate and talked with people, even if he was yelling at them bitterly most of the time. But he was struggling to keep her satisfied and happy, and she was just inconsolable. He had no idea what to do. What could have possibly happened to her on the streets that had permanently disfigured her mind and heart for life? There were just so many questions he had but just couldn't bring himself to ask...
As she walked down the sidewalk, she crushed the granola bar into bits of, well, granola and watched as the remnants dropped to the rough pavement. With malice she ground the bits further into the ground with her spike-heeled foot, and then continued walking onward to her destination.
"They never cared about me. Never. They might have sort have used to...but Mokuba was just a little kid...and Seto...he barely remembers me...and the whole world hates me, just because of who I am...the forgotten Kaiba, and even if they don't know who I am...that my brother is an asshole and is the head of Kaiba Corporation, they shun me anyway because they're people. And people are hatred. People are a stabbing pain through your very heart." She sighed deeply again.
"Seto and Mokuba always forget about me just because I escaped that damn orphanage where we were treated like slaves and I squirmed out of their fate. Seto was always a spoiled little snot genius kid. He never had to go through the street life, where there's no food or clothes. He's a pampered little brat. He always was, and he always will be. Even before Mom and Dad died, they still treated him best. And now he has his own fucking mansion and he's a multimillionaire. And he hates everyone and his only emotions are cold and cruel. How does that work!? He just can't ever be happy or content with what he has, can he? And he probably blames me for ruining his happy life with Mokuba, where he'd established something that had nothing to do with his old life. And then I came, forcing him to remember everything, and everything artificial he had created collapsed. Everything he has is fake, because the only thing he truly comprehends is computers, which is why he spends all his time with them. He doesn't understand what kinds of horrors befell me. I'm sure that my life was much worse than their happy life living with some rich snot in his huge mansion. I bet they had it REAL rough with him...they'll never understand me. No one will. Ever."
The orphanage was pitch black, darker than a black cat's silken coat at midnight. She couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face. She tried to and accidentally struck herself in the face. Rubbing her cheek mournfully, she glanced nervously at the digital light up clock, neon green numbers illumining the room, creating a sort of faint aura surrounding the device. Don't you just love those things?? Well, I do. 2:12 AM.
'Good. That gives me enough time to prob'ly be outa this country before that nasty ol' fat lady wakes up in 5 hours...I think...maybe I could even be in the next continent by then if I could just-'
SMACK!!!! She caught herself by thrusting the palms of her hands in front of herself as she fell forward, muffling her scream so as not to awaken the others. She stubbed her knee on a nearby bed-end what are those called?? on her way down, scraping open a wound.
After examining it thoroughly for any major damage, she craned her neck around and asked herself quietly in a nasty, harsh whisper, "Why is there a FLASHLIGHT on the floor here?!"
She then picked up the culprit of her almost deadly-to-her-cause tumble and turned to toss it absentmindedly behind her, but then realized it could used better to her advantage. Creeping silently towards the windowsill with her flashlight set on low, creating a dim beam of yellow light in front of her, she glanced back at her slumbering brothers for one final time; hot tears began to well up in her huge, storm-cloud grey eyes.
"Goodbye..." she whispered, choking back her sobs of grief.
Turning back to the window, she placed her minute hands on the cheap white plastic that embodied the window and yanked it open, the hunk of glass nearly too heavy for her to lift with her muscle-lacking, girlish arms. An icy October wind stung her face and nipped at her nose, making her cough. She froze, taking in the fact that she had just committed a grave error. Ten entire minutes inched by in dead silence, Jasmyne uttering not a single word, not twitching a limb. Fifty years seemed to have passed, but when she finally resolved that the coast was clear, she tiptoed back to the opening to the outside world, freedom. Disregarding the frigid gusts wafting inside, she peered down at the pavement of the parking lot below.
'That'd really hurt if I landed on it...maybe I should-'
She suddenly spotted the means of her getaway. She snatched up a pillowcase from under some older kid's head, quickly replacing the bare pillow beneath his head again before his face even lowered back to the bed. She then held it high above her head, leapt from the ledge of the window overhanging from the edifice, the pillow acting as a sort of parachute, wind catching hurriedly in the cloth. She glided safely to the ground. Her feet secure on the earth once more, she sprinted from the trashy yard and down the road, not looking behind her once, sour salty tears flying off her cheeks as she sped away.
Ohhhhhh...I'm all sad and depressed now...that part always makes me so sad...the poor chibby little kids...don't worry, it gets even sadder...if you like sad sappy stuff like me...
Yeah, about how chap 1 looks so shitty: the whole changing chapters thingy takes too long and it took me while to figure this out, so I did some stuff wrong. Nevermind!!! Spiffiness!!! I got it too work all by myself without the help of my hopelessly useless friends!!! YAY!!!!
In the kitchen, Seto and Mokuba were happily having their morning meals; well, Mokuba was eating, anyway. The 10-year old was shoveling spoonful after sugary spoonful into his open mouth, spoon overflowing with mounds of chocolatey puffs, while Seto coolly sipped his coffee as he skimmed the pages of the newspaper. He looked up as Jasmyne entered the room and made a quick gesture of greeting.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"...," she didn't respond to his attempt at being pleasant.
"Seto, can you pass the sugar? I needta put more on my cereal. It's kinda yucky an' plain."
Her distinguished brother chortled at the 10-year old's childish request, then gave him a perplexed but playful look. "Why do you need MORE, little brother? You have like ten pounds already...you'll drive your teacher nuts."
He looked up at his idol. " 'Cause all the chocolate washed off in the milk an' now they don't taste chocolatey enough...pleeeeaaasssssseeee, Seto? My teacher won't mind...she says she wants us to be energetic in class," he tried desperately.
He rolled his eyes teasingly. "Oh, all right, Mokuba..." he handed the jar of snow white powder to his younger sibling, and the child eagerly doused his bowl in the opaque crystals.
Seto was always with Mokuba; they were absolutely inseparable, unless, of course, Seto was at his company, busily typing, making new complex programs that she could never manage to figure out, or hacking, which was about 3/4 of the time.
'I never had anyone like that, at least not when I really needed it. No...after the passing of Mom and Dad, I was totally alone and isolated...Seto and I used to be like twins...me the adventurous, fearless, vigorous one, and him the sensible voice of reason when I was about to do something foolish or dangerous. He always was the smarter one...' she chuckled to herself. ' And I was always making fun of him and saying he was dumb...but then our parents had to leave us forever and hurl me senselessly into this hell that I live every day, with not a soul I can talk to in the world. My own brothers don't even know me anymore...Mokuba never did...but Seto just sort of pretends I'm not here...if he's not at his stupid evil company plotting ways to destroy people's lives with his damn electronics, he hanging around with his beloved little brother, doing "brotherly love" crap. He always seems to forget that I'm his little sister too.'
She sighed drearily in light of what she'd been thinking about and picked up a granola bar, the yummy kind with chocolate chips.
"No, I'll walk by myself, I don't need your damn car," she responded to her big brother's question before he even asked it.
The pair paid little attention to her as they continued their lighthearted brotherly breakfasting. She drifted out the door, unseen and unheard, like a kind of homeless, neglected spirit, a stranger in her own home.
The two brothers' eyes followed her vigilantly as she slammed the door behind her, and Mokuba temporarily stopped cramming his mouth, giving himself a chance to breathe.
"Seto, what's wrong with Jazzy?" he asked, still chewing the crunchy remnants of his breakfast.
"...I really don't know..." he folded the newspaper together neatly and placed it to the side of the table. He sighed deeply and stood up, a worried expression spread across his face, his profound blue eyes wrought with sorrow. "We better get going if you don't want to be late for school..."
"But Seto...we can't just let her be so sad..." he protested.
"I'll talk to her later..."
"You never have time to do anything but your company, Seto." He finished his bowl of cereal and dropped the silver spoon back into the ceramic bowl, the eating utensil rattling against the sides of it for a few seconds. "You're there almost all day...you never talk to anybody but your employees and me, but only sometimes. Besides, she never wants to talk to you anyway. And what if she gets even worse? She's kinda been like this for a while..."
"...I know... look, don't you worry about it, Mokuba. I'll take care of it."
He rumpled the child's hectic mess of black hair, but Mokuba failed to grin.
"C'mon, we better get going."
And Seto led his younger brother out the door. He'd told him that he'd figure it out, but he really had no clue where to start. Jasmyne had been like this for as long as he could possibly recall, at least since their parents had departed this life on that fateful day that had destroyed their innocent lives forever. And then she'd just sort of showed up at his door, six years later, and he didn't know who she even was anymore. And now she hated him for some reason that he couldn't decipher, and there was not a thing he could do about it. She wouldn't even say hello to him in the morning, for Christ Sakes!! What the hell was he supposed to do about that? She probably thought he hated her or something, but he couldn't possibly image how she'd got that insane notion into her head. He loved her, even more than he used to, because they were just children then. Now they needed each other, but she refused his company and just shut herself up in her room every day. She was worse than he was, which was pretty bad. At least he occasionally ate and talked with people, even if he was yelling at them bitterly most of the time. But he was struggling to keep her satisfied and happy, and she was just inconsolable. He had no idea what to do. What could have possibly happened to her on the streets that had permanently disfigured her mind and heart for life? There were just so many questions he had but just couldn't bring himself to ask...
As she walked down the sidewalk, she crushed the granola bar into bits of, well, granola and watched as the remnants dropped to the rough pavement. With malice she ground the bits further into the ground with her spike-heeled foot, and then continued walking onward to her destination.
"They never cared about me. Never. They might have sort have used to...but Mokuba was just a little kid...and Seto...he barely remembers me...and the whole world hates me, just because of who I am...the forgotten Kaiba, and even if they don't know who I am...that my brother is an asshole and is the head of Kaiba Corporation, they shun me anyway because they're people. And people are hatred. People are a stabbing pain through your very heart." She sighed deeply again.
"Seto and Mokuba always forget about me just because I escaped that damn orphanage where we were treated like slaves and I squirmed out of their fate. Seto was always a spoiled little snot genius kid. He never had to go through the street life, where there's no food or clothes. He's a pampered little brat. He always was, and he always will be. Even before Mom and Dad died, they still treated him best. And now he has his own fucking mansion and he's a multimillionaire. And he hates everyone and his only emotions are cold and cruel. How does that work!? He just can't ever be happy or content with what he has, can he? And he probably blames me for ruining his happy life with Mokuba, where he'd established something that had nothing to do with his old life. And then I came, forcing him to remember everything, and everything artificial he had created collapsed. Everything he has is fake, because the only thing he truly comprehends is computers, which is why he spends all his time with them. He doesn't understand what kinds of horrors befell me. I'm sure that my life was much worse than their happy life living with some rich snot in his huge mansion. I bet they had it REAL rough with him...they'll never understand me. No one will. Ever."
The orphanage was pitch black, darker than a black cat's silken coat at midnight. She couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face. She tried to and accidentally struck herself in the face. Rubbing her cheek mournfully, she glanced nervously at the digital light up clock, neon green numbers illumining the room, creating a sort of faint aura surrounding the device. Don't you just love those things?? Well, I do. 2:12 AM.
'Good. That gives me enough time to prob'ly be outa this country before that nasty ol' fat lady wakes up in 5 hours...I think...maybe I could even be in the next continent by then if I could just-'
SMACK!!!! She caught herself by thrusting the palms of her hands in front of herself as she fell forward, muffling her scream so as not to awaken the others. She stubbed her knee on a nearby bed-end what are those called?? on her way down, scraping open a wound.
After examining it thoroughly for any major damage, she craned her neck around and asked herself quietly in a nasty, harsh whisper, "Why is there a FLASHLIGHT on the floor here?!"
She then picked up the culprit of her almost deadly-to-her-cause tumble and turned to toss it absentmindedly behind her, but then realized it could used better to her advantage. Creeping silently towards the windowsill with her flashlight set on low, creating a dim beam of yellow light in front of her, she glanced back at her slumbering brothers for one final time; hot tears began to well up in her huge, storm-cloud grey eyes.
"Goodbye..." she whispered, choking back her sobs of grief.
Turning back to the window, she placed her minute hands on the cheap white plastic that embodied the window and yanked it open, the hunk of glass nearly too heavy for her to lift with her muscle-lacking, girlish arms. An icy October wind stung her face and nipped at her nose, making her cough. She froze, taking in the fact that she had just committed a grave error. Ten entire minutes inched by in dead silence, Jasmyne uttering not a single word, not twitching a limb. Fifty years seemed to have passed, but when she finally resolved that the coast was clear, she tiptoed back to the opening to the outside world, freedom. Disregarding the frigid gusts wafting inside, she peered down at the pavement of the parking lot below.
'That'd really hurt if I landed on it...maybe I should-'
She suddenly spotted the means of her getaway. She snatched up a pillowcase from under some older kid's head, quickly replacing the bare pillow beneath his head again before his face even lowered back to the bed. She then held it high above her head, leapt from the ledge of the window overhanging from the edifice, the pillow acting as a sort of parachute, wind catching hurriedly in the cloth. She glided safely to the ground. Her feet secure on the earth once more, she sprinted from the trashy yard and down the road, not looking behind her once, sour salty tears flying off her cheeks as she sped away.
Ohhhhhh...I'm all sad and depressed now...that part always makes me so sad...the poor chibby little kids...don't worry, it gets even sadder...if you like sad sappy stuff like me...