trio: okay, this is the last flashback chapter!
Everyone except trio: *anime falls*
trio: what? Tristan, would you please say the evil disclaimer?
Tristan: okay! ^_^ trio, unfortunately, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. She is happy that everyone cares enough about Yugi to review and make sure that he passed his evil math test, and that I am here and that we had a great time on our date.
Yami K: O.o
Tristan: um...never mind. She does own Kevin and Yami K.
trio: ^_^ thanx Tristan! *hugs him*
Tristan: ^______________________________________________________^
trio: ^_^ okies...it ain't really a flashback, but I is taking y'all back to when Kevin got her necklace...England, June 1996.
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Kevin paced impatiently in her family's lavish living room. Her father was coming home that day. He had been away on business in Rome, and promised to bring her something back. Ah, but what can you expect from a ten-year- old girl?
A car door slammed, and Kevin dashed to the front door. *Maybe I should be one of those really fast people that Daddy calls a sprinter,* she thought, nearly knocking over an expensive vase. Her father came in, positively bursting with joy at seeing his little girl. She ran into his arms, and they embraced. (1)
"What'd you get me, Daddy?"
"Patience is a virtue, Kevin. Wait. You'll get it soon," he answered, giving a weak, tired smile.
That night, Kevin lay in her bed with a huge grin plastered onto her face. It didn't hurt yet. When her father came in to bid her goodnight, she grinned even wider, if that was even possible. "What'd you get me, Daddy?" she repeated. Her father smiled and handed her a small box. It was just your average gray box with hinges on one side, meant to hold a necklace or some such jewelry. Kevin opened it, and her eyes widened in awe. He could tell she loved it.
"The man at the shop said that this particular one is actually thousands of years old, and that it was made of acidic lead (2). He was probably just joking," he told his daughter.
Kevin smiled. "Thank you, Daddy! It's beautiful!" He helped her put it on, and he thought it complimented her ten-year-old figure nicely. They hugged, and Kevin's father left the room, leaving Kevin to sleep.
Kevin hardly could sleep. She was too thrilled about having a necklace she could call her own. This meant that she wouldn't have to filch her mother's. Then again, her mother's jewelry was always pretty tempting...
She sat up quickly. She felt a presence within her room. She automatically looked at the paw in its case on the shelf. No, it hadn't just moved...had it? She felt the presence again. The ring from when her father had visited Scotland? No, that was still on its chain; it couldn't do any harm. The presence seemed to overpower her, it was so close. She looked around, but saw nothing...the necklace! She looked down to see it glowing a faint blue, and then passed out from shock.
_-_-_-_**Yami K**_-_-_-_
I sat up. Had I even been lying down? Where was I? Or, better yet, WHO was I? The last thing I remembered was a strange man in a green cloak, then this black abyss. I felt a presence, and the room lightened up a bit.
A little girl! How I despised children. The only light shone around her, on her. I approached with caution. A thought seized my brain: 'GET THE MILLENNIUM ITEMS!' I dashed the rest of the way towards the child and grabbed her arms, shaking her violently. "Give me the Items," I commanded, "or I shall be forced to kill you."
_-_-_-_**AUTHORESS**_-_-_-_
Kevin screamed. You know, one of those high-pitched screams that can break glass, one of those screams that only ten-year-olds are capable of doing. Her attacker released her arms to cover its ears. "W-who are you?" Kevin squeaked.
Kevin saw her attacker look at her in surprise. "I-I don't know...I CAN'T REMEMBER!" The voice sounded feminine, and close to tears. "But I suppose we are one now, eh?"
Kevin looked at her attacker in surprise. "You are so dark. Yami." Her attacker looked surprised again, this time with a questioning glare.
"I don't speak that language," the dark one stated plainly. After considering a moment, she said, "What's your name?"
"Kevin," the little girl replied, astonished that her darkness was asking her name rather than demanding it. "You are my aibou, my companion," Kevin finished.
"Aibou. Companion," the dark one repeated. \I need a name...\ "Yami K."
"Pardon?"
Yami K looked at her quizzically. "I don't speak that language either. Stick to Egyptian. I said 'Yami K.' That's what you can call me. It's a combination of your name and the one you've given me."
Kevin looked at her Yami strangely. All she considered her as was a new playmate. Then she remembered her first statement. "What are these Millennium Items you were talking about?"
Yami K stared blankly into space. "I don't know. The words just...popped into my head..."
A snap sounded in the distance. Odd, there was not 'distance' there. The room was suddenly illuminated in a bright white light. A note fell from the ceiling, which Yami K caught. "It says, 'I thought you could use some light. Luv, the Authoress.'" She looked at the ceiling and said, "Thanks!"
Kevin stared at her strangely. Yami K sighed. Kevin noticed something unusual and old in her Yami, as if she had lived for thousands of years. Yami K noticed the opposite about her aibou: she seemed incredibly young to her, while she felt sort of old. "What...year is this?"
"Why, 1996, of course!" Kevin answered. Yami K looked at her strangely, as if asking her to continue. "1996 AD, anno domini. That's Latin."
Yami K shrank away. "Out. Get out. You speak in lies, in riddles! OUT!" Kevin backed away slowly, then turned and ran, ran as if her life depended on it. *I really should consider becoming one of those 'sprinter' people...* Kevin thought.
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trio: whew! Now that THAT'S over with, I can continue the real story! Of course, I can't do it in this chapter. You'll just have to wait! And until then, review! Please? *cute look. You know...the one that annoys Seto* Hey...where is everyone?
Everyone except trio: *elsewhere, crowding around to look at something...* O_O ooooooh.
Seto: MY TURN! *takes the book*
Yami K: NOOOOO! MY MANGA!!!!!
trio: *hears the magic word-manga* DID YOU SAY MANGA?! LEMME READ IT NOW! NOW! NOW!!!!!
Yami K: eep.
Seto: O_O *hands trio the manga*
trio: *looks at cover* oh. It's Ranma. I've read that one already...do you have the third? ^.~
Everyone except trio: *anime falls*
NOTES: 1. I hate writing stuff like this. It's too )@^^* happy. Ick. 2. The dude actually said that when I bought my necklace. I had to ask what it was made of cuz I'm allergic to nickel, which is commonly found in cheap jewelry.
Everyone except trio: *anime falls*
trio: what? Tristan, would you please say the evil disclaimer?
Tristan: okay! ^_^ trio, unfortunately, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. She is happy that everyone cares enough about Yugi to review and make sure that he passed his evil math test, and that I am here and that we had a great time on our date.
Yami K: O.o
Tristan: um...never mind. She does own Kevin and Yami K.
trio: ^_^ thanx Tristan! *hugs him*
Tristan: ^______________________________________________________^
trio: ^_^ okies...it ain't really a flashback, but I is taking y'all back to when Kevin got her necklace...England, June 1996.
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Kevin paced impatiently in her family's lavish living room. Her father was coming home that day. He had been away on business in Rome, and promised to bring her something back. Ah, but what can you expect from a ten-year- old girl?
A car door slammed, and Kevin dashed to the front door. *Maybe I should be one of those really fast people that Daddy calls a sprinter,* she thought, nearly knocking over an expensive vase. Her father came in, positively bursting with joy at seeing his little girl. She ran into his arms, and they embraced. (1)
"What'd you get me, Daddy?"
"Patience is a virtue, Kevin. Wait. You'll get it soon," he answered, giving a weak, tired smile.
That night, Kevin lay in her bed with a huge grin plastered onto her face. It didn't hurt yet. When her father came in to bid her goodnight, she grinned even wider, if that was even possible. "What'd you get me, Daddy?" she repeated. Her father smiled and handed her a small box. It was just your average gray box with hinges on one side, meant to hold a necklace or some such jewelry. Kevin opened it, and her eyes widened in awe. He could tell she loved it.
"The man at the shop said that this particular one is actually thousands of years old, and that it was made of acidic lead (2). He was probably just joking," he told his daughter.
Kevin smiled. "Thank you, Daddy! It's beautiful!" He helped her put it on, and he thought it complimented her ten-year-old figure nicely. They hugged, and Kevin's father left the room, leaving Kevin to sleep.
Kevin hardly could sleep. She was too thrilled about having a necklace she could call her own. This meant that she wouldn't have to filch her mother's. Then again, her mother's jewelry was always pretty tempting...
She sat up quickly. She felt a presence within her room. She automatically looked at the paw in its case on the shelf. No, it hadn't just moved...had it? She felt the presence again. The ring from when her father had visited Scotland? No, that was still on its chain; it couldn't do any harm. The presence seemed to overpower her, it was so close. She looked around, but saw nothing...the necklace! She looked down to see it glowing a faint blue, and then passed out from shock.
_-_-_-_**Yami K**_-_-_-_
I sat up. Had I even been lying down? Where was I? Or, better yet, WHO was I? The last thing I remembered was a strange man in a green cloak, then this black abyss. I felt a presence, and the room lightened up a bit.
A little girl! How I despised children. The only light shone around her, on her. I approached with caution. A thought seized my brain: 'GET THE MILLENNIUM ITEMS!' I dashed the rest of the way towards the child and grabbed her arms, shaking her violently. "Give me the Items," I commanded, "or I shall be forced to kill you."
_-_-_-_**AUTHORESS**_-_-_-_
Kevin screamed. You know, one of those high-pitched screams that can break glass, one of those screams that only ten-year-olds are capable of doing. Her attacker released her arms to cover its ears. "W-who are you?" Kevin squeaked.
Kevin saw her attacker look at her in surprise. "I-I don't know...I CAN'T REMEMBER!" The voice sounded feminine, and close to tears. "But I suppose we are one now, eh?"
Kevin looked at her attacker in surprise. "You are so dark. Yami." Her attacker looked surprised again, this time with a questioning glare.
"I don't speak that language," the dark one stated plainly. After considering a moment, she said, "What's your name?"
"Kevin," the little girl replied, astonished that her darkness was asking her name rather than demanding it. "You are my aibou, my companion," Kevin finished.
"Aibou. Companion," the dark one repeated. \I need a name...\ "Yami K."
"Pardon?"
Yami K looked at her quizzically. "I don't speak that language either. Stick to Egyptian. I said 'Yami K.' That's what you can call me. It's a combination of your name and the one you've given me."
Kevin looked at her Yami strangely. All she considered her as was a new playmate. Then she remembered her first statement. "What are these Millennium Items you were talking about?"
Yami K stared blankly into space. "I don't know. The words just...popped into my head..."
A snap sounded in the distance. Odd, there was not 'distance' there. The room was suddenly illuminated in a bright white light. A note fell from the ceiling, which Yami K caught. "It says, 'I thought you could use some light. Luv, the Authoress.'" She looked at the ceiling and said, "Thanks!"
Kevin stared at her strangely. Yami K sighed. Kevin noticed something unusual and old in her Yami, as if she had lived for thousands of years. Yami K noticed the opposite about her aibou: she seemed incredibly young to her, while she felt sort of old. "What...year is this?"
"Why, 1996, of course!" Kevin answered. Yami K looked at her strangely, as if asking her to continue. "1996 AD, anno domini. That's Latin."
Yami K shrank away. "Out. Get out. You speak in lies, in riddles! OUT!" Kevin backed away slowly, then turned and ran, ran as if her life depended on it. *I really should consider becoming one of those 'sprinter' people...* Kevin thought.
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trio: whew! Now that THAT'S over with, I can continue the real story! Of course, I can't do it in this chapter. You'll just have to wait! And until then, review! Please? *cute look. You know...the one that annoys Seto* Hey...where is everyone?
Everyone except trio: *elsewhere, crowding around to look at something...* O_O ooooooh.
Seto: MY TURN! *takes the book*
Yami K: NOOOOO! MY MANGA!!!!!
trio: *hears the magic word-manga* DID YOU SAY MANGA?! LEMME READ IT NOW! NOW! NOW!!!!!
Yami K: eep.
Seto: O_O *hands trio the manga*
trio: *looks at cover* oh. It's Ranma. I've read that one already...do you have the third? ^.~
Everyone except trio: *anime falls*
NOTES: 1. I hate writing stuff like this. It's too )@^^* happy. Ick. 2. The dude actually said that when I bought my necklace. I had to ask what it was made of cuz I'm allergic to nickel, which is commonly found in cheap jewelry.