CHAPTER VI: QUESTIONS...AND NO ANSWERS
Okey pokey, so I changed my mind about not posting anymore yet. The damn account maker wouldn't work and I got really bored trying to make it work but it finally did and I needed to do something while I waited. So, umm...yeah...
Jasmyne had regained her grandeur by now and was currently pacing back and forth around her room.
"What the hell did she mean by, 'something really bad is going to happen?' I HATE it when spirits act like that, 'oh, I'm dead, so I can be all mysterious and not tell you anything straight forward.' Damn it!! Why couldn't she stay longer, anyway? Did she have like a twenty-minute pass from Heaven? Is it like some sort of prison or worse...a school?? It had better not be...not that I'm ever going to end up there anyway...and why did she think I didn't need her? Besides the whole Stanley bit, I also had to contend with having no food or clothes or money...and I also had to figure out all of my powers all by myself! I must have blown up a billion things just trying to aim correctly...and perverted child-molesting druggies and drug dealers...well, it's a sucky life. I hate that movie, It's a Wonderful Life. So that guy had a chippy nice life where everyone needed him. And everybody gave him a bunch of money just cause he was stupid and lost 8000 dollars. How the hell do you lose 8000 dollars?! And then that fag angel Clarence...Look. I'm dishin' out wings! So everyone needed him and loved him and the whole town would suck without him. Big fucking deal. Nobody needs me. That movie has got to be the gayest, most inaccurate movie ever made. Life sucks. Period. And mine is even worse than the average life. I would just kill myself if it weren't for-"
Celeste's fuzzy head suddenly popped up from her curled black body in alarm, previously undistinguishable from the rest of her. Jasmyne smiled and walked over to her only friend in the world, and sweetly scratched her chin. Celeste purred loudly in satisfaction, and rubbed her cheek against Jasmyne's hand, long whiskers tickling the skin.
Jasmyne went on with her depressing speech to herself, still pacing unsurely around her room, "It's not like everything got happy in the end, like my mother probably thinks. I still don't understand everything, my brothers hate me...well, at least Seto does, anyway...Mokuba's too innocent to think evil thoughts...oh, yeah, and I've also got some perverted blonde kid who like wants to stalk me or rape me or both or something. Peachy. You know what?! I've had it with this whole 'unsure vision of doom' business. I've gotta find out SOMETHING. If I haven't had a premonition about it yet, that either means it's not happening for a while...but Mom said it was soon...or the spiffy people whoever they are that send me visions are being lazy bastards. Probably the latter of the two. Sadly, that usually ends up with someone dying. The victim here is probably me, otherwise the happy little people who run Heaven wouldn't have let my mom just come down and see me and warn me of this horrible thing that she can't even tell me what it is. Peachy. Damn it...I have to see if I can find out anything...maybe there's something in my little collection of magic books."
She decided to ignore her homework for the moment and ventured into her brother's vast sea of books the library in case you're too dense to figure out the metaphor! and pulled over a heavy burgundy leather chair, the overstuffed kind. "Seto never comes in here any more anyway; he's too wrapped up in his own conceited ways and his f'ing company to care nowadays. I won't be bothered in my search."
She wandered over to a dusty, forsaken shelf in the far reaches of the room and blew off the earthen powder, spiders scattering and webs tattering. poetic! It rhymes! She scoured through her numerous magic volumes that her brother had never noticed were there, as she had deliberately put them in a far off corner. 'Hmmm...Spells, Herbal Potions, Charms, An Index of Demons and Wraiths, Magical Folks and other Magical Creatures, Hexes, Aaa-ha!! A History of the Kaiba Witches. Perfecto. Hopefully this might say something...if that doesn't work, I'll try to find a vision book for 2002...I doubt there is one, but if this is supposedly really bad and important, then it SHOULD be in our family book.'
Before sitting down, she noticed another book. "Spiritual Possessions of Dragonflies?! What the hell is that? Our family has an odd taste in books...I probably don't want to know..." and she curled up in the comfortably puffy chair, tucking her legs inward. Starting on page one, she began to peruse through the two thousand page work, yellow crinkled pages crackling in her hands as she turned the pages.
"Yaaawwwwwn!"
She looked up from the primeval leaves, wincing as her neck that had been craned down returned to its normal position.
"Well, it's dark out, I know that," she so keenly observed. She raved, "How long have I been sitting here?! All I found was a huge history of my family and the only thing that actually helped me was that the witch gene tends to run in the girls, so that's why Mokuba and Seto aren't special and Seto has always thought that I was absolutely insane! What am I DOING here?! This isn't helping me at all!! I also know now that our family ran away to Transylvania in the medieval times when witches were being persecuted and we lived with gay male vampires! Like I really needed to find that out! Like that actually helps my case...and why hasn't Seto come to tell me to go to bed?! I'm his damn little sister and it's like two o'clock in the morning and I need my sleep if I'm to be sane enough not to be going to go and shoot myself throught the skull and kill myself to death! Does that sentence even work...? Oh, I don't know! He's probably too high on caffeine and hacking programs to even think straight enough to care!! Well, fuck him!!" Still scowling and mumbling angrily to herself about things Seto would not be too pleased to hear out of anyone's mouth, especially his sister, Jasmyne selected another book off of the shelf, something about penguin mystics. She thought better of it and grabbed a book about the millennium items she must have read twenty times at least. She lay down in the armchair again and fell softly to sleep within an hour.
OK, yeah, short chapter. This chappy's just sorta there...It pisses me off, but the penguin mystics are cool. I want one. Even though I lied, please review anywho. [die, Mystic Kiwi!!!!] Don't worry, the next chapter is obscenely long.
Okey pokey, so I changed my mind about not posting anymore yet. The damn account maker wouldn't work and I got really bored trying to make it work but it finally did and I needed to do something while I waited. So, umm...yeah...
Jasmyne had regained her grandeur by now and was currently pacing back and forth around her room.
"What the hell did she mean by, 'something really bad is going to happen?' I HATE it when spirits act like that, 'oh, I'm dead, so I can be all mysterious and not tell you anything straight forward.' Damn it!! Why couldn't she stay longer, anyway? Did she have like a twenty-minute pass from Heaven? Is it like some sort of prison or worse...a school?? It had better not be...not that I'm ever going to end up there anyway...and why did she think I didn't need her? Besides the whole Stanley bit, I also had to contend with having no food or clothes or money...and I also had to figure out all of my powers all by myself! I must have blown up a billion things just trying to aim correctly...and perverted child-molesting druggies and drug dealers...well, it's a sucky life. I hate that movie, It's a Wonderful Life. So that guy had a chippy nice life where everyone needed him. And everybody gave him a bunch of money just cause he was stupid and lost 8000 dollars. How the hell do you lose 8000 dollars?! And then that fag angel Clarence...Look. I'm dishin' out wings! So everyone needed him and loved him and the whole town would suck without him. Big fucking deal. Nobody needs me. That movie has got to be the gayest, most inaccurate movie ever made. Life sucks. Period. And mine is even worse than the average life. I would just kill myself if it weren't for-"
Celeste's fuzzy head suddenly popped up from her curled black body in alarm, previously undistinguishable from the rest of her. Jasmyne smiled and walked over to her only friend in the world, and sweetly scratched her chin. Celeste purred loudly in satisfaction, and rubbed her cheek against Jasmyne's hand, long whiskers tickling the skin.
Jasmyne went on with her depressing speech to herself, still pacing unsurely around her room, "It's not like everything got happy in the end, like my mother probably thinks. I still don't understand everything, my brothers hate me...well, at least Seto does, anyway...Mokuba's too innocent to think evil thoughts...oh, yeah, and I've also got some perverted blonde kid who like wants to stalk me or rape me or both or something. Peachy. You know what?! I've had it with this whole 'unsure vision of doom' business. I've gotta find out SOMETHING. If I haven't had a premonition about it yet, that either means it's not happening for a while...but Mom said it was soon...or the spiffy people whoever they are that send me visions are being lazy bastards. Probably the latter of the two. Sadly, that usually ends up with someone dying. The victim here is probably me, otherwise the happy little people who run Heaven wouldn't have let my mom just come down and see me and warn me of this horrible thing that she can't even tell me what it is. Peachy. Damn it...I have to see if I can find out anything...maybe there's something in my little collection of magic books."
She decided to ignore her homework for the moment and ventured into her brother's vast sea of books the library in case you're too dense to figure out the metaphor! and pulled over a heavy burgundy leather chair, the overstuffed kind. "Seto never comes in here any more anyway; he's too wrapped up in his own conceited ways and his f'ing company to care nowadays. I won't be bothered in my search."
She wandered over to a dusty, forsaken shelf in the far reaches of the room and blew off the earthen powder, spiders scattering and webs tattering. poetic! It rhymes! She scoured through her numerous magic volumes that her brother had never noticed were there, as she had deliberately put them in a far off corner. 'Hmmm...Spells, Herbal Potions, Charms, An Index of Demons and Wraiths, Magical Folks and other Magical Creatures, Hexes, Aaa-ha!! A History of the Kaiba Witches. Perfecto. Hopefully this might say something...if that doesn't work, I'll try to find a vision book for 2002...I doubt there is one, but if this is supposedly really bad and important, then it SHOULD be in our family book.'
Before sitting down, she noticed another book. "Spiritual Possessions of Dragonflies?! What the hell is that? Our family has an odd taste in books...I probably don't want to know..." and she curled up in the comfortably puffy chair, tucking her legs inward. Starting on page one, she began to peruse through the two thousand page work, yellow crinkled pages crackling in her hands as she turned the pages.
"Yaaawwwwwn!"
She looked up from the primeval leaves, wincing as her neck that had been craned down returned to its normal position.
"Well, it's dark out, I know that," she so keenly observed. She raved, "How long have I been sitting here?! All I found was a huge history of my family and the only thing that actually helped me was that the witch gene tends to run in the girls, so that's why Mokuba and Seto aren't special and Seto has always thought that I was absolutely insane! What am I DOING here?! This isn't helping me at all!! I also know now that our family ran away to Transylvania in the medieval times when witches were being persecuted and we lived with gay male vampires! Like I really needed to find that out! Like that actually helps my case...and why hasn't Seto come to tell me to go to bed?! I'm his damn little sister and it's like two o'clock in the morning and I need my sleep if I'm to be sane enough not to be going to go and shoot myself throught the skull and kill myself to death! Does that sentence even work...? Oh, I don't know! He's probably too high on caffeine and hacking programs to even think straight enough to care!! Well, fuck him!!" Still scowling and mumbling angrily to herself about things Seto would not be too pleased to hear out of anyone's mouth, especially his sister, Jasmyne selected another book off of the shelf, something about penguin mystics. She thought better of it and grabbed a book about the millennium items she must have read twenty times at least. She lay down in the armchair again and fell softly to sleep within an hour.
OK, yeah, short chapter. This chappy's just sorta there...It pisses me off, but the penguin mystics are cool. I want one. Even though I lied, please review anywho. [die, Mystic Kiwi!!!!] Don't worry, the next chapter is obscenely long.