Hi, everyone! I'm back with one of the last chapters. This story's gone by
so quickly, don't you think? Course, I could've written longer chapters,
but oh well. This chappie finishes up the chat room saga, but our heroes
aren't out of trouble by any means. . . (insert evil laugh here).
The reviewers. . .
Blue Mediva: I suppose you're right, that those two visiting chat rooms ~is~ slightly out of character. But Ishizu had to embrace technology so she could keep on top of things at the museum, so I figured that if she ever got really bored (or lovelorn ^_^ ), she wouldn't be adverse to as much of an intelligent conversation as you can find in a chat room. And I've met enough jerks online to guess that Kaiba would probably harass people on chat rooms as an outlet for his frustrations!
angelkohaku: *blushes* Thank you very much! You're making this author so happy with your praise! The reason every writer stops at the most exciting parts is a) to keep her or his readers interested and b) in revenge for all the other authors that have done so to them in the past! And I never could resist the puppy-dog eyes (betcha Seto hates 'em), so here's your update!
NanTran12: One word, twenty-four times! I counted. Thanks for the compliments, and voila! I have updated updated updated updated. . .
Luna: I don't want to see you flip, so here's the update! I'm happy in a perverse way that I've given you insomnia--it means I've written a good chapter, so I'm happy! The little skit you did made me smile. ^_^ See?
Ava: When? Not for a little bit. There's a bit of mush in this chapter, but just poetic words (or as close as I could get). No kissy stuff yet from our stubborn duo.
Kurai chan: Yes, ~those~ chat rooms! Can you imagine what Kaiba would do to idiots like that? Heh heh heh. . .it wouldn't be pretty.
celes (x2): Don't you just hate the "site experiencing overload" messages? It makes me climb the walls (no, not literally!)! So frustrating! I'm pleased somebody liked the chat room element, and of course Kaiba and Ishizu are perfect for each other. You're stating the obvious (kidding)!
Andy: Wow! That's pretty high praise! Thanks!
LiLianJieGurl: I really like the independent types, which is why Mai's my tied-for-second favourite character. Ishizu's up there, too. She doesn't just sit back and take things. If she wants a different destiny, she goes out and makes one for herself!
Thank you so much for putting my story on your favourites! I shrieked with joy when I saw!
Charly and Utah: *grins* So, Frodozgurl932. . .yes, sugar is a marvellous invention. And you'll just see about BlueEyesDragon, won't you. . .? Charly the Evil one, so true. . . (joke)
ChildofMidnight: Sister! My long lost sister! Kidding. Glad you reviewed-- you're one of my regulars. Sigh. . .it's wonderful to have regulars!
Midnight Raven*Soaring Angel: . . .Well, I'm glad somebody found it amusing. Even if I don't remember writing in humour. *thinks: ???* And yeah, not too many people seem to think Kaiba and Ishizu are chat room types. Really, I suppose they aren't, but it works in the story. Ah well.
Ieyre: Yeah, I know, I know. I'm stretching it a bit (a LOT). But it just works! Plus, there's always a CHANCE of these things happening. Winning the lottery is supposed to be over a million to one chance and yet somebody always does. So. . . *shrugs* heh.
Yukimura Keiko (x3): But that's what makes them so deep. Real people are many-faceted. Anyway, the story I recommend you begin with is called "New Decisions," by Kabuki. It's very deep (it should be--Kabuki's an English major).
Lucky you in Puerto Rico! While you were sunning yourself obliviously, the rest of my readers were tearing their hair waiting for me to update as I sat chuckling evilly in my computer chair! I had soooo much fun with that chapter.
I had never heard that people become more "themselves" online. But now that you mention it, I suppose you're right. Thanks so much for showering me with compliments! It's readers like you that inspire me to keep going!
YamiYugi's Pharaohess: ^_^ Okay, then, I'll write more, with glee!
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Whew! More than a page of reviews! *beams in joy* Plushies for everyone who reviewed! *flings plushies everywhere* Thank you, everyone! Here's another chapter!
(Oh yeah, just so this isn't confusing, text between asterisks like *this* means the words are being typed onscreen. Sheesh, I wish ff.net accepted italics!)
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*What's she like?* my current chat partner, Isis of Egypt, questioned.
*Well.* I began, stalling for time. What could I say about Ishizu? Normally, I detested any outpouring of emotion, but for some bizarre reason, I felt the need to put into words what my subconscious had been murmuring over the last week.
It's not like Ishizu's going to see it, I thought. This "Isis of Egypt" has no idea who I am. She won't probably even read it. Besides, if people start to mock me for being a soppy fool, I can simply change screen names. I had done it before. I had even joined this chat site under a brand new alias, to take out the inexplicable frustration that had been burning inside me for the last few days.
*She's like no other. She's an individual. She may not be the tallest woman, but she's proud, and carries herself like a queen of old times.* I wasn't used to writing anything but hard facts, but the somewhat poetic words came easily, flowing from my unconscious mind to my fingers and onto the screen, like a brook that becomes a stream, that changes into a river, that pours into the ocean.
*She has dune-brown skin with eyes the blue of the sky seen when you throw back your head on a warm summer's morning to breathe the glory of the day.* Where were these words coming from? *She's lit with an inner flame, sometimes smouldering softly, other times blazing white hot, but the fire is always there. It isn't like a forest fire, out of control and burning everywhere, destroying everything. Her passion is disciplined. She can see into your heart and soul, reading what's there like an arcane book. She has a mind and she knows how to use it. Her name is Ishizu and* --these words were the hardest of all to force out-- *I love her.*
Then I waited in my chair, barricading my heart against the ridiculing taunts that were certain to come.
But they never arrived.
*That was beautiful, BlueEyesDragon. I hope your Ishizu knows the depths of your feelings for her. Your emotions are powerful, like the ocean to her flame. Ishizu is a very lucky woman.* I saw the letters form on the screen and I wondered just who this "Isis of Egypt" was to whom I was revealing my deepest feelings.
*No. She'd just turn me away. I've treated her terribly in the past; she'd never forgive me.* Now that my first and only poetic experience had left me, I was reluctant to continue to write.
*You'd be surprised,* Isis of Egypt encouraged. *With this passion you feel for her, your love is almost certainly not one-sided.*
*Thank you for listening to that rubbish. I'm leaving now. Goodbye.* I signed off without bothering to view her farewell.
Great job, Kaiba, I thought. I've completely humiliated myself. Now I know how that dog, Joey, feels on a regular basis. Isis of Egypt probably thinks I'm a total fool for that absurd outburst. She'll probably blab it to everyone in the chat room. And I'm still no further ahead.
I suddenly and fervently wished that Isis of Egypt were in fact Ishizu Ishtar. I didn't want to have to go through that slushy nonsense at another time. Unbelievably, I wanted her to return my love--and it ~is~ love, I finally admitted to myself. The great Seto Kaiba, brought to his knees by such an ordinary emotion. I laughed inwardly at myself. Even if Ishizu did know about my passions for her, she'd never reciprocate them. . .not in a million years. . . .
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I sat, staring at the exquisite words being mechanically and precisely tapped onto the computer screen. A tear plopped on my hands resting on the keyboard, followed by another.
He loves me! My dazed mind told me over and over. He really, truly loves me!
I almost sent back my own message of adoration, but remembered just in time that "BlueEyesDragon" was speaking to "Isis of Egypt." In the rules of the Internet, he wasn't Seto Kaiba any more than I was Ishizu Ishtar.
Instead, as my fingers flitted across the keys, I gave him the type of message that a casual acquaintance would send. I could barely keep my feelings from bursting straight from my core and onto the screen.
Then, Kaiba gave a curt goodbye and logged off. After considering my computer monitor blankly for a few more moments, I did so as well.
I rose from my chair and twirled around the room in complete joy, humming the tune of the waltz I had shared with him at Pegasus' party, several years or nights ago. Then I came back from outer space with a terrible realization: Kaiba didn't know I was Isis of Egypt. He thought I was just some random Internet junkie. And from his last words, it seemed as though he never would admit to how he felt. Even if I took the initiative and spoke of my love for him first, more likely than not, he would turn me away with that familiar sneer, rather than take the chance that he would be hurt again.
What do I do now?
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You know, last time, I said the previous chapter was the third-last. Well, I miscounted. THIS is the third-last chapter. I think. I hope. Yeah. Anyway, please review and make me a very happy author. A happy author writes more, so you all win too!
The reviewers. . .
Blue Mediva: I suppose you're right, that those two visiting chat rooms ~is~ slightly out of character. But Ishizu had to embrace technology so she could keep on top of things at the museum, so I figured that if she ever got really bored (or lovelorn ^_^ ), she wouldn't be adverse to as much of an intelligent conversation as you can find in a chat room. And I've met enough jerks online to guess that Kaiba would probably harass people on chat rooms as an outlet for his frustrations!
angelkohaku: *blushes* Thank you very much! You're making this author so happy with your praise! The reason every writer stops at the most exciting parts is a) to keep her or his readers interested and b) in revenge for all the other authors that have done so to them in the past! And I never could resist the puppy-dog eyes (betcha Seto hates 'em), so here's your update!
NanTran12: One word, twenty-four times! I counted. Thanks for the compliments, and voila! I have updated updated updated updated. . .
Luna: I don't want to see you flip, so here's the update! I'm happy in a perverse way that I've given you insomnia--it means I've written a good chapter, so I'm happy! The little skit you did made me smile. ^_^ See?
Ava: When? Not for a little bit. There's a bit of mush in this chapter, but just poetic words (or as close as I could get). No kissy stuff yet from our stubborn duo.
Kurai chan: Yes, ~those~ chat rooms! Can you imagine what Kaiba would do to idiots like that? Heh heh heh. . .it wouldn't be pretty.
celes (x2): Don't you just hate the "site experiencing overload" messages? It makes me climb the walls (no, not literally!)! So frustrating! I'm pleased somebody liked the chat room element, and of course Kaiba and Ishizu are perfect for each other. You're stating the obvious (kidding)!
Andy: Wow! That's pretty high praise! Thanks!
LiLianJieGurl: I really like the independent types, which is why Mai's my tied-for-second favourite character. Ishizu's up there, too. She doesn't just sit back and take things. If she wants a different destiny, she goes out and makes one for herself!
Thank you so much for putting my story on your favourites! I shrieked with joy when I saw!
Charly and Utah: *grins* So, Frodozgurl932. . .yes, sugar is a marvellous invention. And you'll just see about BlueEyesDragon, won't you. . .? Charly the Evil one, so true. . . (joke)
ChildofMidnight: Sister! My long lost sister! Kidding. Glad you reviewed-- you're one of my regulars. Sigh. . .it's wonderful to have regulars!
Midnight Raven*Soaring Angel: . . .Well, I'm glad somebody found it amusing. Even if I don't remember writing in humour. *thinks: ???* And yeah, not too many people seem to think Kaiba and Ishizu are chat room types. Really, I suppose they aren't, but it works in the story. Ah well.
Ieyre: Yeah, I know, I know. I'm stretching it a bit (a LOT). But it just works! Plus, there's always a CHANCE of these things happening. Winning the lottery is supposed to be over a million to one chance and yet somebody always does. So. . . *shrugs* heh.
Yukimura Keiko (x3): But that's what makes them so deep. Real people are many-faceted. Anyway, the story I recommend you begin with is called "New Decisions," by Kabuki. It's very deep (it should be--Kabuki's an English major).
Lucky you in Puerto Rico! While you were sunning yourself obliviously, the rest of my readers were tearing their hair waiting for me to update as I sat chuckling evilly in my computer chair! I had soooo much fun with that chapter.
I had never heard that people become more "themselves" online. But now that you mention it, I suppose you're right. Thanks so much for showering me with compliments! It's readers like you that inspire me to keep going!
YamiYugi's Pharaohess: ^_^ Okay, then, I'll write more, with glee!
~*~
Whew! More than a page of reviews! *beams in joy* Plushies for everyone who reviewed! *flings plushies everywhere* Thank you, everyone! Here's another chapter!
(Oh yeah, just so this isn't confusing, text between asterisks like *this* means the words are being typed onscreen. Sheesh, I wish ff.net accepted italics!)
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*What's she like?* my current chat partner, Isis of Egypt, questioned.
*Well.* I began, stalling for time. What could I say about Ishizu? Normally, I detested any outpouring of emotion, but for some bizarre reason, I felt the need to put into words what my subconscious had been murmuring over the last week.
It's not like Ishizu's going to see it, I thought. This "Isis of Egypt" has no idea who I am. She won't probably even read it. Besides, if people start to mock me for being a soppy fool, I can simply change screen names. I had done it before. I had even joined this chat site under a brand new alias, to take out the inexplicable frustration that had been burning inside me for the last few days.
*She's like no other. She's an individual. She may not be the tallest woman, but she's proud, and carries herself like a queen of old times.* I wasn't used to writing anything but hard facts, but the somewhat poetic words came easily, flowing from my unconscious mind to my fingers and onto the screen, like a brook that becomes a stream, that changes into a river, that pours into the ocean.
*She has dune-brown skin with eyes the blue of the sky seen when you throw back your head on a warm summer's morning to breathe the glory of the day.* Where were these words coming from? *She's lit with an inner flame, sometimes smouldering softly, other times blazing white hot, but the fire is always there. It isn't like a forest fire, out of control and burning everywhere, destroying everything. Her passion is disciplined. She can see into your heart and soul, reading what's there like an arcane book. She has a mind and she knows how to use it. Her name is Ishizu and* --these words were the hardest of all to force out-- *I love her.*
Then I waited in my chair, barricading my heart against the ridiculing taunts that were certain to come.
But they never arrived.
*That was beautiful, BlueEyesDragon. I hope your Ishizu knows the depths of your feelings for her. Your emotions are powerful, like the ocean to her flame. Ishizu is a very lucky woman.* I saw the letters form on the screen and I wondered just who this "Isis of Egypt" was to whom I was revealing my deepest feelings.
*No. She'd just turn me away. I've treated her terribly in the past; she'd never forgive me.* Now that my first and only poetic experience had left me, I was reluctant to continue to write.
*You'd be surprised,* Isis of Egypt encouraged. *With this passion you feel for her, your love is almost certainly not one-sided.*
*Thank you for listening to that rubbish. I'm leaving now. Goodbye.* I signed off without bothering to view her farewell.
Great job, Kaiba, I thought. I've completely humiliated myself. Now I know how that dog, Joey, feels on a regular basis. Isis of Egypt probably thinks I'm a total fool for that absurd outburst. She'll probably blab it to everyone in the chat room. And I'm still no further ahead.
I suddenly and fervently wished that Isis of Egypt were in fact Ishizu Ishtar. I didn't want to have to go through that slushy nonsense at another time. Unbelievably, I wanted her to return my love--and it ~is~ love, I finally admitted to myself. The great Seto Kaiba, brought to his knees by such an ordinary emotion. I laughed inwardly at myself. Even if Ishizu did know about my passions for her, she'd never reciprocate them. . .not in a million years. . . .
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I sat, staring at the exquisite words being mechanically and precisely tapped onto the computer screen. A tear plopped on my hands resting on the keyboard, followed by another.
He loves me! My dazed mind told me over and over. He really, truly loves me!
I almost sent back my own message of adoration, but remembered just in time that "BlueEyesDragon" was speaking to "Isis of Egypt." In the rules of the Internet, he wasn't Seto Kaiba any more than I was Ishizu Ishtar.
Instead, as my fingers flitted across the keys, I gave him the type of message that a casual acquaintance would send. I could barely keep my feelings from bursting straight from my core and onto the screen.
Then, Kaiba gave a curt goodbye and logged off. After considering my computer monitor blankly for a few more moments, I did so as well.
I rose from my chair and twirled around the room in complete joy, humming the tune of the waltz I had shared with him at Pegasus' party, several years or nights ago. Then I came back from outer space with a terrible realization: Kaiba didn't know I was Isis of Egypt. He thought I was just some random Internet junkie. And from his last words, it seemed as though he never would admit to how he felt. Even if I took the initiative and spoke of my love for him first, more likely than not, he would turn me away with that familiar sneer, rather than take the chance that he would be hurt again.
What do I do now?
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You know, last time, I said the previous chapter was the third-last. Well, I miscounted. THIS is the third-last chapter. I think. I hope. Yeah. Anyway, please review and make me a very happy author. A happy author writes more, so you all win too!
