The Millennium Scarab
Note: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I sorely wish I did! This is the setting of my Fan Fiction, please tell me whether I should continue, based on the amount of detail and such I put into these short, yet informing paragraphs. I would be dearly grateful for two reviews. Thanks! - Neko Naomi ___________________________________
Meika stood towering over the black and white television, a scowl plastered on her elegant face. Occuli of azure hue narrowed in enragement. Raven toned locks of hair had escaped from the tail cascading down her back, the tendrils obscuring most of her vision. Meika stood at around six foot three, far taller than the antique she stood before. Her school uniform had been tailored for her height quite crudely; haphazard stitches could be picked out from the bland hue of cloth used to make her skirt and top. With an enraged howl, Meika thrust her left foot outwards in a low kick, hearing an all too satisfying crunch as the glass screen gave way to the pressure of her foot. Several sparks emitted from the shattered screen, Meika withdrawing her foot in a state of fear. What was her mother going to do, when she saw what Meika had done? Debating on whether or not to tell the truth, the fifteen-year-old girl scribbled a note to her mother, explaining that she had been practicing her karate, and had 'accidentally' landed a kick straight into the television. It was a lie, but a somewhat truthful one at that. Snatching a threadbare sweater from the tarnished hat rack in the foyer, Meika rushed outside. As soon as she stepped off the front porch of her shabby home, Meika regretted her decision to head outdoors. A bitter northern gale swept up the thin layer of foliage resting on the cracked street and pavement, sending leaves and debris floating wildly about in the air. The naked boughs of trees resembled outstretched arms, it was as if the trees were mourning the loss of their foliage. Her breath escaping in great puffs of smoke before her, Meika began to stroll purposely down the street, pulling the worn jacket around her slender frame tighter, as if to entrap the heat inside her body, and stop it from escaping from her, as her breath did. Her muddled thoughts reverted back to what had caused her to ruin the television in the first place. It had been about a half an hour ago, Meika fiddling with the dials of the television, tuning it into the television network, which broadcasted her favorite show of all time, Yu-Gi- Oh. All of a sudden, the screen blanked, a drab message scrolling across the upper part of the screen. Yu-Gi-Oh has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances, we are sorry for any inconveniences. Right. That message, not to mention the fact that her school day had been horrid, added up to her losing her temper. Grumbling several curses under her breath, Meika hastened her gait, glaring at random passerby.
Several blocks later, Meika had paused for refuge on the enclosed doorstep of one of the shops adorning the main avenue through town. Her face alit from the freezing cold, her jacket no longer sufficing in her keeping her warm. The temperature had dropped several degrees, the once milling crowds reduced to a slim few still battling their way along the cracked sidewalk. However a steady flow of cars and mopeds still lined the streets, it was near rush hour, when everyone was let off of work, to return home. Meika was scouring the bustling traffic for a familiar car, when she saw it. A sudden glimmer of light burst into view, it reminded her of a mirage one sees in the heat. But.how could that be? No one else seemed to have noticed the light, except Meika. That's when an uneasy feeling began to flood over her, it felt as if something were calling her, beckoning her. The worst part was, the bodiless voice seemed to be emitted from the mirage.
So.what is that mirage Meika is seeing? Is it just her imagination playing tricks on her, or something else? Please review, and I'll attempt to place another chapter up soon. Remember to review! ^___^
Note: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I sorely wish I did! This is the setting of my Fan Fiction, please tell me whether I should continue, based on the amount of detail and such I put into these short, yet informing paragraphs. I would be dearly grateful for two reviews. Thanks! - Neko Naomi ___________________________________
Meika stood towering over the black and white television, a scowl plastered on her elegant face. Occuli of azure hue narrowed in enragement. Raven toned locks of hair had escaped from the tail cascading down her back, the tendrils obscuring most of her vision. Meika stood at around six foot three, far taller than the antique she stood before. Her school uniform had been tailored for her height quite crudely; haphazard stitches could be picked out from the bland hue of cloth used to make her skirt and top. With an enraged howl, Meika thrust her left foot outwards in a low kick, hearing an all too satisfying crunch as the glass screen gave way to the pressure of her foot. Several sparks emitted from the shattered screen, Meika withdrawing her foot in a state of fear. What was her mother going to do, when she saw what Meika had done? Debating on whether or not to tell the truth, the fifteen-year-old girl scribbled a note to her mother, explaining that she had been practicing her karate, and had 'accidentally' landed a kick straight into the television. It was a lie, but a somewhat truthful one at that. Snatching a threadbare sweater from the tarnished hat rack in the foyer, Meika rushed outside. As soon as she stepped off the front porch of her shabby home, Meika regretted her decision to head outdoors. A bitter northern gale swept up the thin layer of foliage resting on the cracked street and pavement, sending leaves and debris floating wildly about in the air. The naked boughs of trees resembled outstretched arms, it was as if the trees were mourning the loss of their foliage. Her breath escaping in great puffs of smoke before her, Meika began to stroll purposely down the street, pulling the worn jacket around her slender frame tighter, as if to entrap the heat inside her body, and stop it from escaping from her, as her breath did. Her muddled thoughts reverted back to what had caused her to ruin the television in the first place. It had been about a half an hour ago, Meika fiddling with the dials of the television, tuning it into the television network, which broadcasted her favorite show of all time, Yu-Gi- Oh. All of a sudden, the screen blanked, a drab message scrolling across the upper part of the screen. Yu-Gi-Oh has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances, we are sorry for any inconveniences. Right. That message, not to mention the fact that her school day had been horrid, added up to her losing her temper. Grumbling several curses under her breath, Meika hastened her gait, glaring at random passerby.
Several blocks later, Meika had paused for refuge on the enclosed doorstep of one of the shops adorning the main avenue through town. Her face alit from the freezing cold, her jacket no longer sufficing in her keeping her warm. The temperature had dropped several degrees, the once milling crowds reduced to a slim few still battling their way along the cracked sidewalk. However a steady flow of cars and mopeds still lined the streets, it was near rush hour, when everyone was let off of work, to return home. Meika was scouring the bustling traffic for a familiar car, when she saw it. A sudden glimmer of light burst into view, it reminded her of a mirage one sees in the heat. But.how could that be? No one else seemed to have noticed the light, except Meika. That's when an uneasy feeling began to flood over her, it felt as if something were calling her, beckoning her. The worst part was, the bodiless voice seemed to be emitted from the mirage.
So.what is that mirage Meika is seeing? Is it just her imagination playing tricks on her, or something else? Please review, and I'll attempt to place another chapter up soon. Remember to review! ^___^