Here we go!
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Oh, how I wished I could be like that...life was always hectic, always rushing, always trying to mould me into something I didn't want to be...that's why I went insane. It wasn't me, it was the world around me. Just as I was about to scream at them to let me join in, they started to lower their voices back down. They soon stopped, as did the while glow. At the exact same time, they all opened their eyes.
"You wish to have him be one of us?" asked the brunette. I assumed he was the leader.
"He has the power, the knowledge. It can be felt Seto, don't try to tell me you cannot feel it radiate off his skin, that you cannot see it jump madly in his lavender eyes, begging for release." Everything he says enraptures me...it's no secret that I like men, I don't think I've ever liked a woman in my entire life. Bakura...Bakura made me so...so...
"Indeed, I feel it." The others nodded their heads in assent.
"He should join us." said the one with the tri-coloured hair.
"I agree, Yami. He most definitely should. Now...who should do the initiation..." the brunette trailed off, his eyes roving towards Bakura's lookalike. "Ryou?" The pale teen shook his head violently. "Yami...no, you had the last one. Joey." The blond shook his head, muttering something completely unintelligible. "Bakura."
"It would be my honour." He entwined my hand with his, his eyes piercing through to my very soul. "Let's take a walk."
If I had only known what initiation was. If I had only known...I might have ran away and checked myself into the penitentiary for all the people I had to get rid of. Who am I kidding? No I wouldn't. I would not have traded that night for the world. The carnal bliss that encompassed me as he drove into me again and again with reckless abandon, the blood I drew from him as I raked my nails across his back, screaming his name over and over...what a taste. Never had I experienced such a wonder. Never would I again.
The bastard used me. Granted, I never looked for a lovey-dovey 'hold me!' type of relationship, but I hate being ignored. Of course, that's exactly what he did...he gave me the best goddamn fuck of my life, and he never so much as touched me again. He barely even talks to me, fuck. I hate him. I hate him with a passion, the same passion that still yells at me to just jump him as soon as he gets back to our home ground.
I'm the only one who lives here full time; apparently everyone else has a life. Wow, that would've been nice to get...a life. Seto...well, he's Seto Kaiba, teen billionaire and chief executive officer of KaibaCorp. Yami does some professional skateboarding; Ryou's amazingly gifted for his age and is studying anthropology at the local university. Bakura goes out and steals things, then sells the useless stuff for profit. Joey...now he's a character. He always seems reluctant to be here, which is odd, because he's one of the original members. Ryou, Otogi and I were all initiated. Oh yeah, I'm not the newbie anymore since Otogi came in, with those freakishly huge green eyes of his. It almost gives me the creeps. I'm the housemaid...la dee frickin' da.
"Hi."
I whirl around, wondering where my pocket knife was when I needed it most. There in front of me stands a boy maybe a year younger than me, with bright violet eyes and an appearance much like Yami's. Fuck, what the hell is with all these doubles? He looks at me, slightly alarmed, but not scared. Funny, most people run from me screaming when I turn around and face them. Not this boy, he's different, he's so...pure looking. Suddenly I have an urge to just hold him in my arms, and I shove it away. My insanity is starting to get the better of me. I would kick him out...but there's something special about him...I can feel it. I can sense something from within him, and dammit I'm going to find out what it is. "Who are you?"
"Yugi. Who are you?"
"Why should you care?"
"It's not every day you meet someone who lives in the woods full time."
He's got a good point there. I walk closer, but not too close. For all I know this vision of goodness is plotting my death this very second. Well, if he is, I hope it's full of pain. That would be wonderful. "Hm."
"Can...can I talk to you for a sec?" he asks, shyly, as if he's afraid to say what he obviously needs to say. The little one is twitching with nervousness, for Christ's sake. Not that I'm Christian or anything.
"You already are."
"I know, but...this is a little more personal than 'hi, how are you'. Maybe if you could give me your name first...?"
"Malik." He smiles with his mouth, his amethyst eyes not following suit. "Don't smile unless it's a true one."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mouth is smiling but your eyes are screaming for something else."
"I need to talk to someone...someone who'll understand me. My best friend...well...he just wouldn't get it, you know? The reason I smiled is because I like your name."
I'm puzzled at this. "Why?"
"I just do...it's a nice name. Maybe I should just go..." he trails off, frowns and makes to leave. No, he can't leave yet, I haven't figured out that damn aura he emits. It's so strange to me, and somehow I feel like I've always known it. I loosely grab his wrists, and he turns his head towards me in inquisition.
"Stay and talk if you need to." His eyes brighten, and he sits on a nearby stool as I continue to scrub the windows.
"Thank you...I'm still finding it amazing you want me here...not too many complete strangers want anything to do with me. They think I'll rob them blind or something. Well, where do I start. My best friend...I think I'm in love with him." Now THAT piqued my curiosity. Love was always something so far out of my reach, so unattainable. I remember when Isis used to read me those fairy tales from bright, kid-friendly books...love was prevalent, so common, so easily found there. It's too bad reality took the only love I had from me - Creator help my sister now. Since then, I've always craved to hear a love story of any kind, it's just another one of my many obsessions as of late.
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Keep going on to part 3...
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Oh, how I wished I could be like that...life was always hectic, always rushing, always trying to mould me into something I didn't want to be...that's why I went insane. It wasn't me, it was the world around me. Just as I was about to scream at them to let me join in, they started to lower their voices back down. They soon stopped, as did the while glow. At the exact same time, they all opened their eyes.
"You wish to have him be one of us?" asked the brunette. I assumed he was the leader.
"He has the power, the knowledge. It can be felt Seto, don't try to tell me you cannot feel it radiate off his skin, that you cannot see it jump madly in his lavender eyes, begging for release." Everything he says enraptures me...it's no secret that I like men, I don't think I've ever liked a woman in my entire life. Bakura...Bakura made me so...so...
"Indeed, I feel it." The others nodded their heads in assent.
"He should join us." said the one with the tri-coloured hair.
"I agree, Yami. He most definitely should. Now...who should do the initiation..." the brunette trailed off, his eyes roving towards Bakura's lookalike. "Ryou?" The pale teen shook his head violently. "Yami...no, you had the last one. Joey." The blond shook his head, muttering something completely unintelligible. "Bakura."
"It would be my honour." He entwined my hand with his, his eyes piercing through to my very soul. "Let's take a walk."
If I had only known what initiation was. If I had only known...I might have ran away and checked myself into the penitentiary for all the people I had to get rid of. Who am I kidding? No I wouldn't. I would not have traded that night for the world. The carnal bliss that encompassed me as he drove into me again and again with reckless abandon, the blood I drew from him as I raked my nails across his back, screaming his name over and over...what a taste. Never had I experienced such a wonder. Never would I again.
The bastard used me. Granted, I never looked for a lovey-dovey 'hold me!' type of relationship, but I hate being ignored. Of course, that's exactly what he did...he gave me the best goddamn fuck of my life, and he never so much as touched me again. He barely even talks to me, fuck. I hate him. I hate him with a passion, the same passion that still yells at me to just jump him as soon as he gets back to our home ground.
I'm the only one who lives here full time; apparently everyone else has a life. Wow, that would've been nice to get...a life. Seto...well, he's Seto Kaiba, teen billionaire and chief executive officer of KaibaCorp. Yami does some professional skateboarding; Ryou's amazingly gifted for his age and is studying anthropology at the local university. Bakura goes out and steals things, then sells the useless stuff for profit. Joey...now he's a character. He always seems reluctant to be here, which is odd, because he's one of the original members. Ryou, Otogi and I were all initiated. Oh yeah, I'm not the newbie anymore since Otogi came in, with those freakishly huge green eyes of his. It almost gives me the creeps. I'm the housemaid...la dee frickin' da.
"Hi."
I whirl around, wondering where my pocket knife was when I needed it most. There in front of me stands a boy maybe a year younger than me, with bright violet eyes and an appearance much like Yami's. Fuck, what the hell is with all these doubles? He looks at me, slightly alarmed, but not scared. Funny, most people run from me screaming when I turn around and face them. Not this boy, he's different, he's so...pure looking. Suddenly I have an urge to just hold him in my arms, and I shove it away. My insanity is starting to get the better of me. I would kick him out...but there's something special about him...I can feel it. I can sense something from within him, and dammit I'm going to find out what it is. "Who are you?"
"Yugi. Who are you?"
"Why should you care?"
"It's not every day you meet someone who lives in the woods full time."
He's got a good point there. I walk closer, but not too close. For all I know this vision of goodness is plotting my death this very second. Well, if he is, I hope it's full of pain. That would be wonderful. "Hm."
"Can...can I talk to you for a sec?" he asks, shyly, as if he's afraid to say what he obviously needs to say. The little one is twitching with nervousness, for Christ's sake. Not that I'm Christian or anything.
"You already are."
"I know, but...this is a little more personal than 'hi, how are you'. Maybe if you could give me your name first...?"
"Malik." He smiles with his mouth, his amethyst eyes not following suit. "Don't smile unless it's a true one."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mouth is smiling but your eyes are screaming for something else."
"I need to talk to someone...someone who'll understand me. My best friend...well...he just wouldn't get it, you know? The reason I smiled is because I like your name."
I'm puzzled at this. "Why?"
"I just do...it's a nice name. Maybe I should just go..." he trails off, frowns and makes to leave. No, he can't leave yet, I haven't figured out that damn aura he emits. It's so strange to me, and somehow I feel like I've always known it. I loosely grab his wrists, and he turns his head towards me in inquisition.
"Stay and talk if you need to." His eyes brighten, and he sits on a nearby stool as I continue to scrub the windows.
"Thank you...I'm still finding it amazing you want me here...not too many complete strangers want anything to do with me. They think I'll rob them blind or something. Well, where do I start. My best friend...I think I'm in love with him." Now THAT piqued my curiosity. Love was always something so far out of my reach, so unattainable. I remember when Isis used to read me those fairy tales from bright, kid-friendly books...love was prevalent, so common, so easily found there. It's too bad reality took the only love I had from me - Creator help my sister now. Since then, I've always craved to hear a love story of any kind, it's just another one of my many obsessions as of late.
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Keep going on to part 3...