LD: Well, I'll be damned...I'm writing a new chapter on a story that is NOT
Cold and Lonely...I really need to get my priorities in...well, order!
Yugi: What exactly are you blathering on about?
LD: That word sounds British...anyway, yeah. People like C&L, but not this one, so why do I continue to write it?
Marik: Because you feel like writing something darker?
LD: YEAH!!!! Exactly. Sometime your brilliance amazes me, my pet. I love you, you know.
Marik: Yeah, well, I love me too.
Bakura: I thought I was your 'pet'.
::stunned silence::
LD: Well, uh...you can be Yugi's pet.
Yugi: Cool! Now I need a collar for him!
LD: Would somebody do disclaimers?
Marik: Make Ryo...where IS Ryou?
LD: Uh...he's, um, like..yeah..
::expectant silence:::
LD: Okay! He's assaulting my Muses for not inspiring me!
Marik and Bakura: And why couldn't we do that?
LD: I love you too much to let you leave...I'll have the only good muse do disclaimers then.
Shade: ^_____^ (kawaii grin) My Lady doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything affiliated with it, except for the plot of this story!
Yugi: He's hot.....can I have him?
LD: No! Mine! ::squeezes Shade:::
Marik: Wait....you're a chick and you have a hot MALE muse?
LD: So?
Marik: Nevermind.....FICCY!!
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Chapter Two: Sad Scenario
The knife was flipped, caught, then thrown again. Pale hands delicately stroked the cold silver metal in a manner that betrayed idle boredom. The brilliant metal reflected the wan moonlight streaming in through the open window. A brighter light, shining from a steadily pulsing computer screen threw the figure slumped in the dark chair into high relief as a digital meter counted another five percent.
The knife flew up again, and descended.
"Fuck!"
The knife dropped to the floor, a few drops of crimson landing upon it, staining the clean metal with its vibrant color. And then, swifter, a larger spray of the thick red fluid splashed across the dagger and light blue carpet it rested upon. A frustrated growl rung forth.
"I'll never get that stain out of the carpet!..Where the hell is that damn towel?"
Another five percent as a white towel turns sanguine. Footsteps hurry along a darkened hallway and into a bright bathroom, the once-milky towel dripping scarlet as a pallid hand digs urgently through the random restroom paraphernalia under the sink in search of the familiar dark-brown bottle...Peroxide.
"Sonovabitch!" The antibiotic-thinned blood trickles across a trembling palm as the rush of cold pain caused by the dumping of an entire bottle of peroxide over a wound forces muscles to tighten and convulse involuntarily.
"Great, just great...Well, at least I'm not going to need stitches.." Sure fingers swiftly wrapped gauze around a small wrist marred by a long, gruesome rent.
"At least I didn't clip the vein..."
The vermilion-sodden rag is dumped in a bathtub full of cold water which has sat undisturbed for nearly two days.
A pause, then casual footsteps stroll back down the hallway, to the bedroom with the computer screen blazing a request:
'Enter Debt Payment Code'
* * *
Ryou sat slumped in his desk, his crossed arms serving as a makeshift pillow. His entire body ached and a bone-deep weariness had settled itself over him as his fingernails drummed sluggishly against the wood of his battered desk.
'Well,' he thought, 'It's not really wood..more like plastic covered in wood-print paper...'
So lost in though was he that he did not notice the petite body that slipped into the desk beside him until a tentative touch on his shoulder jerked him back to reality with an unintentional gasp.
Yugi, in the seat beside him, tilted his head, sending his orderly braid swinging, and regarded his friend with sympathetic eyes.
"Long night?"
His answer was a slight nod. Ryou began to turn away from his companion when his haggard gaze beheld the very edge of an ivory bandage peeking out from the long sleeve of Yugi's dark blue uniform.
Ryou's hand snapped out and caught the arm, then pulled back the sleeve to reveal a thick line of russet marring the snowy white of the material. Ryou raised his eyes to meet Yugi's accusingly.
"Yugi! What.."
"Nothing!" The sleeve was yanked back down as the smaller boy interrupted Ryou, "I dropped a knife I was cleaning and cut myself. I cleaned the cut myself. It's not deep and it didn't hit anything vital, so don't worry!" Yugi's smile seemed somewhat forced to Ryou.
The taller boy was about to comment further when the classroom door slammed open, smashing against the back wall and rebounding as Seto Kaiba stormed in, his face livid.
Ryou dropped Yugi's arm and hunched down, trying his best to seem inconspicuous. Whispers immediately filled the room as the entire rest of the class tried to discern the cause of the millionaire's obvious ire.
One voice seemed particularly loud. "I heard that Kaiba Corp.'s entire system completely crashed! Can you believe it?"
Ryou shot a startled look at Yugi, who, curiously, pointedly avoided meeting his gaze as he shuffled his Duel Monsters deck. His hands hesitated and Ryou bit back a cry as a thin dribble of carmine flowed down from under the braided boy's sleeve.
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Marik: You just hit a new low.
LD: Meanie.
Yugi: I get to play with knives? And cut myself?
LD: ::stares at the eager Yugi:: Uh...yeah, but the cutting was accidental.
Yugi: That can be fixed..
::silence::
Shade: So..who wants to play Strip-Poker Passout?
Bakura: Me!
LD: Me too!
Marik: Me three!
Yugi: Count me in!
LD: While we go play inappropriate party games, I'd really appreciate it if you would review! I'm getting all depressed again because I just realized HOW MUCH I SUCK! Anyway..I have a bottle of vodka to get away from Marik..
Shade: Please Review!
Yugi: What exactly are you blathering on about?
LD: That word sounds British...anyway, yeah. People like C&L, but not this one, so why do I continue to write it?
Marik: Because you feel like writing something darker?
LD: YEAH!!!! Exactly. Sometime your brilliance amazes me, my pet. I love you, you know.
Marik: Yeah, well, I love me too.
Bakura: I thought I was your 'pet'.
::stunned silence::
LD: Well, uh...you can be Yugi's pet.
Yugi: Cool! Now I need a collar for him!
LD: Would somebody do disclaimers?
Marik: Make Ryo...where IS Ryou?
LD: Uh...he's, um, like..yeah..
::expectant silence:::
LD: Okay! He's assaulting my Muses for not inspiring me!
Marik and Bakura: And why couldn't we do that?
LD: I love you too much to let you leave...I'll have the only good muse do disclaimers then.
Shade: ^_____^ (kawaii grin) My Lady doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything affiliated with it, except for the plot of this story!
Yugi: He's hot.....can I have him?
LD: No! Mine! ::squeezes Shade:::
Marik: Wait....you're a chick and you have a hot MALE muse?
LD: So?
Marik: Nevermind.....FICCY!!
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Chapter Two: Sad Scenario
The knife was flipped, caught, then thrown again. Pale hands delicately stroked the cold silver metal in a manner that betrayed idle boredom. The brilliant metal reflected the wan moonlight streaming in through the open window. A brighter light, shining from a steadily pulsing computer screen threw the figure slumped in the dark chair into high relief as a digital meter counted another five percent.
The knife flew up again, and descended.
"Fuck!"
The knife dropped to the floor, a few drops of crimson landing upon it, staining the clean metal with its vibrant color. And then, swifter, a larger spray of the thick red fluid splashed across the dagger and light blue carpet it rested upon. A frustrated growl rung forth.
"I'll never get that stain out of the carpet!..Where the hell is that damn towel?"
Another five percent as a white towel turns sanguine. Footsteps hurry along a darkened hallway and into a bright bathroom, the once-milky towel dripping scarlet as a pallid hand digs urgently through the random restroom paraphernalia under the sink in search of the familiar dark-brown bottle...Peroxide.
"Sonovabitch!" The antibiotic-thinned blood trickles across a trembling palm as the rush of cold pain caused by the dumping of an entire bottle of peroxide over a wound forces muscles to tighten and convulse involuntarily.
"Great, just great...Well, at least I'm not going to need stitches.." Sure fingers swiftly wrapped gauze around a small wrist marred by a long, gruesome rent.
"At least I didn't clip the vein..."
The vermilion-sodden rag is dumped in a bathtub full of cold water which has sat undisturbed for nearly two days.
A pause, then casual footsteps stroll back down the hallway, to the bedroom with the computer screen blazing a request:
'Enter Debt Payment Code'
* * *
Ryou sat slumped in his desk, his crossed arms serving as a makeshift pillow. His entire body ached and a bone-deep weariness had settled itself over him as his fingernails drummed sluggishly against the wood of his battered desk.
'Well,' he thought, 'It's not really wood..more like plastic covered in wood-print paper...'
So lost in though was he that he did not notice the petite body that slipped into the desk beside him until a tentative touch on his shoulder jerked him back to reality with an unintentional gasp.
Yugi, in the seat beside him, tilted his head, sending his orderly braid swinging, and regarded his friend with sympathetic eyes.
"Long night?"
His answer was a slight nod. Ryou began to turn away from his companion when his haggard gaze beheld the very edge of an ivory bandage peeking out from the long sleeve of Yugi's dark blue uniform.
Ryou's hand snapped out and caught the arm, then pulled back the sleeve to reveal a thick line of russet marring the snowy white of the material. Ryou raised his eyes to meet Yugi's accusingly.
"Yugi! What.."
"Nothing!" The sleeve was yanked back down as the smaller boy interrupted Ryou, "I dropped a knife I was cleaning and cut myself. I cleaned the cut myself. It's not deep and it didn't hit anything vital, so don't worry!" Yugi's smile seemed somewhat forced to Ryou.
The taller boy was about to comment further when the classroom door slammed open, smashing against the back wall and rebounding as Seto Kaiba stormed in, his face livid.
Ryou dropped Yugi's arm and hunched down, trying his best to seem inconspicuous. Whispers immediately filled the room as the entire rest of the class tried to discern the cause of the millionaire's obvious ire.
One voice seemed particularly loud. "I heard that Kaiba Corp.'s entire system completely crashed! Can you believe it?"
Ryou shot a startled look at Yugi, who, curiously, pointedly avoided meeting his gaze as he shuffled his Duel Monsters deck. His hands hesitated and Ryou bit back a cry as a thin dribble of carmine flowed down from under the braided boy's sleeve.
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Marik: You just hit a new low.
LD: Meanie.
Yugi: I get to play with knives? And cut myself?
LD: ::stares at the eager Yugi:: Uh...yeah, but the cutting was accidental.
Yugi: That can be fixed..
::silence::
Shade: So..who wants to play Strip-Poker Passout?
Bakura: Me!
LD: Me too!
Marik: Me three!
Yugi: Count me in!
LD: While we go play inappropriate party games, I'd really appreciate it if you would review! I'm getting all depressed again because I just realized HOW MUCH I SUCK! Anyway..I have a bottle of vodka to get away from Marik..
Shade: Please Review!