Neko: *bows* GOMEN!!!!!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO TAKE SO LONG WITH THIS
CHAPTER!!!! I WAS SWAMPED WITH GUARD AND CHOIR AND HOMEWORK AND ENGLISH
PROJECTS AND THE NEW CHAPTER FOR DEMON CHILD!!!!
Hitori: ...Ooooooookaaaaaaaaay................
Neko: *sniff* Thanks for the awsome feedback, you guys! I haven't gotten so many good reviews at once! Just tell me which Yu-Gi-Oh character, and I'll give ya'll a virtual fairy plushie of them. Unless it's a character that's not gonna be a fairy in this fic. You guys deserve it!
Hitori: Aibou doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own the story idea, so if you steal, you'll be dealing with an enraged hikari who is armed, I repeat, armed and extremely dangerous.
Neko: Now, on with the fic!!!! CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hitori: *sweatdrop* Riiiiiiiiiight..........
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"Dammit, Yami, I'm not making any of this up!" Seto shouted over the phone. Back at the Kame Game Shop, Yami winced as he held the phone away from his battered ear. First all the screaming from the fangirls that love to show up whenever he's around, and now this. A person's eardrums can only take so much.
"Alright alright. Just lemme get this straight!" the crimson eyed teen demanded, returning the cordless phone back to his ear after Seto finished his little rant. "You're telling me that a _fairy_ appeared from out of the middle of nowhere, and actually talked to you."
"And then he flew off into the forest and dissappeared!" the young Kaiba finished for him.
Yami sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Anymore of this insanity was bound to give him a headache. "I'm sorry Seto, but it's very hard for me to believe that this actually happened."
There was a growl of frustration from the other line. "I'm not lying! I swear to God that this really happened!"
"But without any proof-" Yami started to reason, before he was rudely cut off by his life-long friend.
"Fine! I'll get you proof, if that's what it takes to convince you people!" With that said, Seto closed the connection, leaving Yami to listen to the hum of the phone line. Shaking his head, the spiney-haired adolescent returned the phone to the counter top.
Sugoroku Motou looked up from the cash register as he heard his grandson sigh. Closing the drawr (a/n: yes I know, I can't spell, just live with it, that's the best I can do.) with a soft 'ding', the elder shuffled over to Yami, concern showing in his soft violet eyes.
"Is everything all right, Yami, my boy?" Sugoroku asked.
Yami closed his eyes before answering. "I was just talking to Seto, Ojii- san."
"Oh, that nice young man with that horrible smoking problem?"
"Hai," Yami nodded, looking up into his grandfather's wisened eyes. "Well, apparently he saw a fairy in that clearing in the woods this afternoon. And now, because I find it a bit hard to believe him, he's off to go find 'proof.' Whatever he means by that."
Wise amethyst eyes grew wide with shock. "Really, now?" The apprehension in his voice was left unnoticed by the younger Motou.
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go to bed now, Ojii-san. Oyasumi nasai." With that, Yami headed off to the living quarters of the edifice, which were located in the back, behind the shop.
"Oyasumi nasai," Sugoroku returned to his grandson's retreating back. He wearily slumped into the chair behind the sales counter. 'Oh dear. I hope that young Seto doesn't do anything too rash, like try to capture one of the fairies. That will cause trouble for the whole clan.' The elder looked out the window and up at the large moon, full and bright, even with the city's light's harshly dimming out the stars. 'No good could come of this...'
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Seto Kaiba paced in his room, attempting to sort out his thoughts into some form of a plan of action. What to do to show his friends that the fairy was real? Bakura just laughed at him and Yami, even though he was more polite about it, basically told him he was insane. The tall teen ran a hand through his short, chestnut hair. What to do, what to do...
A tentative knock on his bedroom door jarred Seto out of his whirlwind of thoughts. He called out, "What?!" in a gruff voice to show whoever was the source of interuption that he was in a irritable mood. However, the soft voice that answered immediately disspelled his anger.
"Onii-san, can I come in? I can't sleep, and I could hear you walking around. Onegai?"
Ice-blue eyes warmed as Seto opened the door to permit entry for his younger brother. Still at the innocent age of ten, Mokuba's stormy grey eyes smiled as the young child bounced into his elder brother's room, clutching a soft, brown teddy bear. Mokuba leaped onto the navy blue covers on Seto's bed, his long, raven locks fanning out over the tidy comforter.
Inspiration struck Seto like lightning would strike a tower. 'Of course! Mokuba will believe me! He'll help me figure something out!' The older of the Kaiba brothers pounced on the younger, tickling the child mercilessly. "Hey kid, did anyone ever tell you you needed a haircut?"
Little Mokuba was having a hard time answering as his laughter choked off any reply. Stuttering, Mokuba cried out, "S-s-s-seto!!! S-s-stop it! N-n- n-not f-f-fair!!! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
Seto, reluctantly deciding to have pity on the poor child, released him grinning widely. It wasn't his fault Mokuba was so pokably fun. After he calmed down a considerable amount, Seto kindly asked, "Well, what is it you want to talk about?"
Mokuba picked at a penguin on his light grey pajamas. "I just wanted to know if everything was okay? You were acting weird at dinner."
Seto smiled. Of course Mokuba was concerned. With his mind elsewhere, the blue-eyed teenager only picked at his dinner, never talking except to answer a question. With a sigh, Seto pulled his younger brother into his lap, slightly hugging the child. "I had a lot on my mind."
"Really? What, nii-san?"
Seto's eyes narrowed as he contemplated telling Mokuba what happened. With a sigh, he just said, "Today was just a really weird day."
Mokuba leaned back so he could look at his older brother's face, however upside-down it may appear. "Really? What happened?" Seto remained silent, deep in thought. "Come on, Seto. You can tell me."
That simple statement resolved Seto's inner turmoil. "Okay, but I'm warning you. You might not believe this."
"Sure I will!"
Again Seto smiled. "Okay, here goes nothin'." And he told him. He told Mokuba about the fairy, how he looked, how he talked, what happened when he flew off. He told Mokuba about the phone calls, his friends reactions, and his need to find proof.
When he finished, Mokuba sat silently in his older brother's lap, brows furrowed and nose wrinkled cutely in thought. Seto sat quietly, waiting for what his younger brother had to say in apprehension. Uneasy moments passed by as the young child contemplated the information dump that his onii-san laid upon him.
"Well, there's only one thing I can think of that you can do, nii-san." Mokuba's break in the silence started Seto.
"What's that?" he asked, a bit fearfully. He immediately relaxed when he saw the stormy eyed child smile.
"I was thinking that maybe you can catch one of those fairies. Then your friends'll hafta believe you!"
Seto smiled as he carefully considered the plan. Looking down on Mokuba's innocent face, he grinned and said, "You know what, kiddo? I think that might work! But first, we're gonna need some supplies."
Mokuba cheered, but softly, as to not wake their parents. "All right!!! We're gonna go show your friends who's boss!"
"Indeed we are, Mokuba." Head bent together, the siblings planned and plotted for the next day in hushed voices. It was after midnight when they finally went to sleep, and only after all of their preparations were complete.
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The sun rose with robins heralding the new day. A fine mist of dew covered the forest floor, twinkling in the morning sunlight. Only a few weeks earlier it was frost that blanketed the woods. Spring was arriving to Domino, Japan. Everything was peaceful, except for one young fairy.
Little Yugi of the Dragonfly Clan sighed heavily as he peered at his tired reflection in the stream that ran close to the clearing. His night has been restless, dreams plagued with nightmares and harsh memories. The petite fairy's gaze shifted from his reflection to his small dagger.
Never wishing to harm another creature, Yugi opted to use the blade for other purposes. Mainly ornamental purposes. The hilt of the steel dagger was decorated with a large and flawless amethyst. The grip on the hilt was tightly bound black leather. Intricate patterns wound themselves about the steel.
The blade itself was of average length, only two handspands long. The edge of the blade never lost its sharpness, even though it has not been used as a weapon for several years. A small blood channel ran down the center of the dagger, only adding to its dangerous beauty. Right beneath the hilt is an inscription in the ancient fairy runes, a writen language that was once used when all the fairy clans were one. The translation read, 'Whomever owns this blade is given mine strength and power for the Clan.'
Yugi absentmindedly blew a blonde bang out of his eyes. Focus drawn inward, he didn't notice the finch until it landed softly next to him. "Top o' the morning to ye, young 'ighness."
The short fairy snapped out of his funk when the small bird kindly greeted him. "Huh? Oh, hello Skyelath."
The finch cocked his head at the distracted tone of his friend's voice. "Why the long face? Is there somethin' on your that ye'd be willin' to share?"
Yugi sighed, gaze returning to the dagger. "Only twice more will the snows melt," he whispered. Skyelath hopped closer to the fairy so he could hear. "Only twice more until..." The tri-color haired fairy broke off with another heavy sigh as he sheathed the blade in its matching leather sheath.
"Now, I know ye be worried, liddle Yugi," Skyelath said to cheer his friend, "but they be training ye the best they can. And when the time comes, ye be fit an' ready for the job."
Yugi smiled up to the bird, feeling reassured. "Thank you Skyelath. That mean's so much to me."
Skyelath's eyes twinkled as he returned the smile with his beak partially opened. "Now, I'll go an' get ye some food from one of the gardens. That is," he added, "if ye hadn't eaten yet."
The young fairy's stomache growled, answering the finch's question. "Thanks, that would be great!"
The bird nodded and flew off to some of the main fairy dwellings. Yugi stretched out on his stomach, again peering at his reflection, but with lighter heart. Humming lightly to himself, the small fairy barely heard Jounouchi calling out to him. He pushed himself up onto his feet, searching for the blonde fairy.
"Eh? What was that, Jou?" he called out, violet eyes straining themselves to see through the glare of the morning sun.
Jou's voice cried out again. This time Yugi was able to catch sight of the taller fairy, half hidden in the shadows under a patch of clover on the opposite side of the stream. "Nani? I can't hear you!" Yugi beat his wings, rising several inches from the ground.
His only warning was a faint "Look out!" from Jou. Seconds later he found himself imprisoned in a glass jar, lid being screwed on.
"All right nii-san! We did it!" a youthful voice boomed out in the woods. Yugi turned, seeking the owner of the voice, only to find himself facing the larges pair of sapphire blue eyes he has ever seen.
And so Yugi, the young fairy destined to lead the Dragonfly Clan, was captured and taken away by a human.
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Hitori: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.....
Neko: Bwahaha! I am so evil! Ack! *dodges rotten food*
Hitori: Ha! Serves you right for taking so long, and then leaving them with a cliff hanger!
Neko: *sniff* But it's such a good way to end the chapter!
Hitori: But you're not gonna be able to even write the next chapter until after World!
Neko: I know. I'll try not to take too long, but I have another fic, and I'm gonna be swamped with guard contests starting next week. But for those of you who live in Dayton, Ohio, or somewhere near there, be sure to come to the WGI World Championships! I'm in the Taylor High School Winterguard from Katy, Tx. Our show is called "Jig of Life." Please come down and support us. Not just for me, but for all colorguard members who write for ffn!
Hitori: How...patriotic of you.
Neko: *grin* Patriotic for the members of ffn!
Hitori: *sigh* Whatever you say, aibou.
Neko: Also, this chapter is dedicated to my friend and fellow guard/ffn member, Adrienne D. Her birthday is coming up (on the day after we return from World), so this is sort of an early b-day gift to her. *huggles Adrienne* I luv ya, girlie! Gar!
Hitori: R&R, and flames will just be used to boil water for pasta.
Neko: Ooo! Pasta! Yum!
Hitori: *sweatdrop* Uh, just r&r please, arigato.
Hitori: ...Ooooooookaaaaaaaaay................
Neko: *sniff* Thanks for the awsome feedback, you guys! I haven't gotten so many good reviews at once! Just tell me which Yu-Gi-Oh character, and I'll give ya'll a virtual fairy plushie of them. Unless it's a character that's not gonna be a fairy in this fic. You guys deserve it!
Hitori: Aibou doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own the story idea, so if you steal, you'll be dealing with an enraged hikari who is armed, I repeat, armed and extremely dangerous.
Neko: Now, on with the fic!!!! CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hitori: *sweatdrop* Riiiiiiiiiight..........
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"Dammit, Yami, I'm not making any of this up!" Seto shouted over the phone. Back at the Kame Game Shop, Yami winced as he held the phone away from his battered ear. First all the screaming from the fangirls that love to show up whenever he's around, and now this. A person's eardrums can only take so much.
"Alright alright. Just lemme get this straight!" the crimson eyed teen demanded, returning the cordless phone back to his ear after Seto finished his little rant. "You're telling me that a _fairy_ appeared from out of the middle of nowhere, and actually talked to you."
"And then he flew off into the forest and dissappeared!" the young Kaiba finished for him.
Yami sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Anymore of this insanity was bound to give him a headache. "I'm sorry Seto, but it's very hard for me to believe that this actually happened."
There was a growl of frustration from the other line. "I'm not lying! I swear to God that this really happened!"
"But without any proof-" Yami started to reason, before he was rudely cut off by his life-long friend.
"Fine! I'll get you proof, if that's what it takes to convince you people!" With that said, Seto closed the connection, leaving Yami to listen to the hum of the phone line. Shaking his head, the spiney-haired adolescent returned the phone to the counter top.
Sugoroku Motou looked up from the cash register as he heard his grandson sigh. Closing the drawr (a/n: yes I know, I can't spell, just live with it, that's the best I can do.) with a soft 'ding', the elder shuffled over to Yami, concern showing in his soft violet eyes.
"Is everything all right, Yami, my boy?" Sugoroku asked.
Yami closed his eyes before answering. "I was just talking to Seto, Ojii- san."
"Oh, that nice young man with that horrible smoking problem?"
"Hai," Yami nodded, looking up into his grandfather's wisened eyes. "Well, apparently he saw a fairy in that clearing in the woods this afternoon. And now, because I find it a bit hard to believe him, he's off to go find 'proof.' Whatever he means by that."
Wise amethyst eyes grew wide with shock. "Really, now?" The apprehension in his voice was left unnoticed by the younger Motou.
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go to bed now, Ojii-san. Oyasumi nasai." With that, Yami headed off to the living quarters of the edifice, which were located in the back, behind the shop.
"Oyasumi nasai," Sugoroku returned to his grandson's retreating back. He wearily slumped into the chair behind the sales counter. 'Oh dear. I hope that young Seto doesn't do anything too rash, like try to capture one of the fairies. That will cause trouble for the whole clan.' The elder looked out the window and up at the large moon, full and bright, even with the city's light's harshly dimming out the stars. 'No good could come of this...'
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Seto Kaiba paced in his room, attempting to sort out his thoughts into some form of a plan of action. What to do to show his friends that the fairy was real? Bakura just laughed at him and Yami, even though he was more polite about it, basically told him he was insane. The tall teen ran a hand through his short, chestnut hair. What to do, what to do...
A tentative knock on his bedroom door jarred Seto out of his whirlwind of thoughts. He called out, "What?!" in a gruff voice to show whoever was the source of interuption that he was in a irritable mood. However, the soft voice that answered immediately disspelled his anger.
"Onii-san, can I come in? I can't sleep, and I could hear you walking around. Onegai?"
Ice-blue eyes warmed as Seto opened the door to permit entry for his younger brother. Still at the innocent age of ten, Mokuba's stormy grey eyes smiled as the young child bounced into his elder brother's room, clutching a soft, brown teddy bear. Mokuba leaped onto the navy blue covers on Seto's bed, his long, raven locks fanning out over the tidy comforter.
Inspiration struck Seto like lightning would strike a tower. 'Of course! Mokuba will believe me! He'll help me figure something out!' The older of the Kaiba brothers pounced on the younger, tickling the child mercilessly. "Hey kid, did anyone ever tell you you needed a haircut?"
Little Mokuba was having a hard time answering as his laughter choked off any reply. Stuttering, Mokuba cried out, "S-s-s-seto!!! S-s-stop it! N-n- n-not f-f-fair!!! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
Seto, reluctantly deciding to have pity on the poor child, released him grinning widely. It wasn't his fault Mokuba was so pokably fun. After he calmed down a considerable amount, Seto kindly asked, "Well, what is it you want to talk about?"
Mokuba picked at a penguin on his light grey pajamas. "I just wanted to know if everything was okay? You were acting weird at dinner."
Seto smiled. Of course Mokuba was concerned. With his mind elsewhere, the blue-eyed teenager only picked at his dinner, never talking except to answer a question. With a sigh, Seto pulled his younger brother into his lap, slightly hugging the child. "I had a lot on my mind."
"Really? What, nii-san?"
Seto's eyes narrowed as he contemplated telling Mokuba what happened. With a sigh, he just said, "Today was just a really weird day."
Mokuba leaned back so he could look at his older brother's face, however upside-down it may appear. "Really? What happened?" Seto remained silent, deep in thought. "Come on, Seto. You can tell me."
That simple statement resolved Seto's inner turmoil. "Okay, but I'm warning you. You might not believe this."
"Sure I will!"
Again Seto smiled. "Okay, here goes nothin'." And he told him. He told Mokuba about the fairy, how he looked, how he talked, what happened when he flew off. He told Mokuba about the phone calls, his friends reactions, and his need to find proof.
When he finished, Mokuba sat silently in his older brother's lap, brows furrowed and nose wrinkled cutely in thought. Seto sat quietly, waiting for what his younger brother had to say in apprehension. Uneasy moments passed by as the young child contemplated the information dump that his onii-san laid upon him.
"Well, there's only one thing I can think of that you can do, nii-san." Mokuba's break in the silence started Seto.
"What's that?" he asked, a bit fearfully. He immediately relaxed when he saw the stormy eyed child smile.
"I was thinking that maybe you can catch one of those fairies. Then your friends'll hafta believe you!"
Seto smiled as he carefully considered the plan. Looking down on Mokuba's innocent face, he grinned and said, "You know what, kiddo? I think that might work! But first, we're gonna need some supplies."
Mokuba cheered, but softly, as to not wake their parents. "All right!!! We're gonna go show your friends who's boss!"
"Indeed we are, Mokuba." Head bent together, the siblings planned and plotted for the next day in hushed voices. It was after midnight when they finally went to sleep, and only after all of their preparations were complete.
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The sun rose with robins heralding the new day. A fine mist of dew covered the forest floor, twinkling in the morning sunlight. Only a few weeks earlier it was frost that blanketed the woods. Spring was arriving to Domino, Japan. Everything was peaceful, except for one young fairy.
Little Yugi of the Dragonfly Clan sighed heavily as he peered at his tired reflection in the stream that ran close to the clearing. His night has been restless, dreams plagued with nightmares and harsh memories. The petite fairy's gaze shifted from his reflection to his small dagger.
Never wishing to harm another creature, Yugi opted to use the blade for other purposes. Mainly ornamental purposes. The hilt of the steel dagger was decorated with a large and flawless amethyst. The grip on the hilt was tightly bound black leather. Intricate patterns wound themselves about the steel.
The blade itself was of average length, only two handspands long. The edge of the blade never lost its sharpness, even though it has not been used as a weapon for several years. A small blood channel ran down the center of the dagger, only adding to its dangerous beauty. Right beneath the hilt is an inscription in the ancient fairy runes, a writen language that was once used when all the fairy clans were one. The translation read, 'Whomever owns this blade is given mine strength and power for the Clan.'
Yugi absentmindedly blew a blonde bang out of his eyes. Focus drawn inward, he didn't notice the finch until it landed softly next to him. "Top o' the morning to ye, young 'ighness."
The short fairy snapped out of his funk when the small bird kindly greeted him. "Huh? Oh, hello Skyelath."
The finch cocked his head at the distracted tone of his friend's voice. "Why the long face? Is there somethin' on your that ye'd be willin' to share?"
Yugi sighed, gaze returning to the dagger. "Only twice more will the snows melt," he whispered. Skyelath hopped closer to the fairy so he could hear. "Only twice more until..." The tri-color haired fairy broke off with another heavy sigh as he sheathed the blade in its matching leather sheath.
"Now, I know ye be worried, liddle Yugi," Skyelath said to cheer his friend, "but they be training ye the best they can. And when the time comes, ye be fit an' ready for the job."
Yugi smiled up to the bird, feeling reassured. "Thank you Skyelath. That mean's so much to me."
Skyelath's eyes twinkled as he returned the smile with his beak partially opened. "Now, I'll go an' get ye some food from one of the gardens. That is," he added, "if ye hadn't eaten yet."
The young fairy's stomache growled, answering the finch's question. "Thanks, that would be great!"
The bird nodded and flew off to some of the main fairy dwellings. Yugi stretched out on his stomach, again peering at his reflection, but with lighter heart. Humming lightly to himself, the small fairy barely heard Jounouchi calling out to him. He pushed himself up onto his feet, searching for the blonde fairy.
"Eh? What was that, Jou?" he called out, violet eyes straining themselves to see through the glare of the morning sun.
Jou's voice cried out again. This time Yugi was able to catch sight of the taller fairy, half hidden in the shadows under a patch of clover on the opposite side of the stream. "Nani? I can't hear you!" Yugi beat his wings, rising several inches from the ground.
His only warning was a faint "Look out!" from Jou. Seconds later he found himself imprisoned in a glass jar, lid being screwed on.
"All right nii-san! We did it!" a youthful voice boomed out in the woods. Yugi turned, seeking the owner of the voice, only to find himself facing the larges pair of sapphire blue eyes he has ever seen.
And so Yugi, the young fairy destined to lead the Dragonfly Clan, was captured and taken away by a human.
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Hitori: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.....
Neko: Bwahaha! I am so evil! Ack! *dodges rotten food*
Hitori: Ha! Serves you right for taking so long, and then leaving them with a cliff hanger!
Neko: *sniff* But it's such a good way to end the chapter!
Hitori: But you're not gonna be able to even write the next chapter until after World!
Neko: I know. I'll try not to take too long, but I have another fic, and I'm gonna be swamped with guard contests starting next week. But for those of you who live in Dayton, Ohio, or somewhere near there, be sure to come to the WGI World Championships! I'm in the Taylor High School Winterguard from Katy, Tx. Our show is called "Jig of Life." Please come down and support us. Not just for me, but for all colorguard members who write for ffn!
Hitori: How...patriotic of you.
Neko: *grin* Patriotic for the members of ffn!
Hitori: *sigh* Whatever you say, aibou.
Neko: Also, this chapter is dedicated to my friend and fellow guard/ffn member, Adrienne D. Her birthday is coming up (on the day after we return from World), so this is sort of an early b-day gift to her. *huggles Adrienne* I luv ya, girlie! Gar!
Hitori: R&R, and flames will just be used to boil water for pasta.
Neko: Ooo! Pasta! Yum!
Hitori: *sweatdrop* Uh, just r&r please, arigato.