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Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own one Epiphone guitar and I love it very much. It would be atrocious to sue me and take my only love away. Please don't do this to me! I'll cry!
COMMENTS & THANKS:
EGO: As it turned out, Me. This chapter did not update right. I was right. You were right. We both were right! Wow, it's like you're me and I'm you! AMAZING!
YAMI TSUKI TENSHI: Yep, It's Malik! Wow, you must either be physic or we're both equally insane!
CHEESEPUFF: Hehehe, I like how it's turning out too. My new plot is way better than my old one.
ZIRAL811: I did describe a lot, didn't I? I'm glad to know they're good. It usually takes me forever to make those. You reviewed this twice the same. Well, more reviews for me!
K: Wow, you must have just started reading, reviewing chapter two. Yes, I know my fic is pretty good!
ELLIE: I think this fic is great too! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!
CROSSOVER AUTHORESS: Oh, I love giving tips, It boosts my ego. I wasn't using a disk when my chapter up and left. I actually had this on the site last week, but it wasn't shown with the other fics. I had to visit the 'Find' and type in the word 'stigmatize' to see it. I removed chapter five and upped it again. So in reality, this chapter has been up for a week. I think it is funny when the computer tells you a disk's file is 'corrupt'. The wording is hilarious till you realized, 'Hey, that's my whole story!' Ya know, the 'taffy' idea was not in my notes; I just made it up as I typed. Now the guitar thing. Picture Ryou with an electric and a microphone. Ha, then you're semi-picturing this stories sequel, which is VERY sad and stabs at [maybe killing] a love triangle with you know who as the pivot point: Ryou Bakura.
SHIROI YUKI.TOO LAZY TO SIGN IN: You're review did go down twice. It was the same thing both times, just worded slightly different. And oh yeah, your just pouring it over with all that grossly accumulated optimism. Sorry for confusing you [me:lier]! I don't know what to say, but; CARS! [Hehe, picture poor Ryou at the wheel of a Pontiac...how cruel am I? Hey, Station wagon! Man, I feel inspired!]
R AMYTHEST: well, sorry for the OCC, but I find that Ryou doesn't have many moments of such complex emotions in all the Yu-Gi-Oh! that I've seen. Yeah, I kinda improvise a bit.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Yes, my fic is pretty cool! I feel so very honored that this fic is such a step for you; all the Ryou fics I usually read are nice tangled messes of hate and depression.
DARK-ANGEL: Oh yeah, I'm in another persons favs! Congrats, I now like you a whole lot more. Sorry about my tendency to wait a decade between updates.
PHARONICPROPHESYPEACFULRA: Long name! So I have another worshipper? YES! There are three others on your boat, Cettie-Girl, ITSAME, and No Name. See, when you review all my writings, I remember who you are. Hehe, I made The Evil Laugh give you a cameo in our other fic.
DRAGGY: Yes, I can't believe you knew that. Cliffhangers DO keep readers both interested and ticked! Okay, I updated my humor fic so you can see it. I was listening to my family and friends play monopoly. You don't know how crazy they get. I'm at the computer screaming, "For the love of God, man, it's a f***ing board game!" Seriously, they stage an all out fake money financial war! I don't think I want to see any of THEM on Wall Street. And here I am, the quiet, broke, song writing musician shadow that's freakishly obsessed with darkness, trying to write the 8th chapter to an anime humor fic.
ANGELSKITTEN: Okay, here is the rest. Hehe, I got a little sidetracked.
This is right after the memorable "YOU" last chapter.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 6: The Shadow Realm
Ryou turned around and violently swung his guitar out at the Ishtar. Malik dodged it, smirking,
"Cool it, Ryou. You want to join the Who or something?"
The white haired boy glared at him. Selina and her group watched curious. Hey, a fight just might break out.
"Who is that, Ryou?" Adrienne asked looking at the male blonde.
Malik smiled and bowed shortly,
"Malik Ishtar, milady."
This made the girls standing around squeal in unison. Ryou felt like he was going to be sick all over the suave Egyptian's hideous pale purple shirt. A shirt that high on a male should be illegal.
"You're such a player," he remarked towards the tanned blonde.
This caused the Rod Bearer to smirk larger,
"Not so much as a certain Ring Spirit," he growled mockingly.
Ryou want the kill this former friend right then and there. He had put down the urge to swing the instrument again and use it to beat the other to a bloody pulp. Who knew what damage the guitar might sustain from the impact with the maniac's incredibly thick skull? Ryou decide on silence.
"Speechless at the truth, are we?" the crazy Egyptian sneered. Ryou glared at him unblinking, "Awe, you're angry. Why don't you toss the instrument at me one more time?" he egged Ryou on.
"I don't think I could survive the impact with all your rock hard styling gel and five inch think skull, Malik" Ryou stated coldly.
The group turned to see how the blonde would take this. Malik's face only slightly hardened at Ryou's words, but was relaxed and easy again in seconds,
"Good, very good. I just wanted to know if you wanted to inflict any physical damage before you leave with me."
"What?" Ryou asked. Malik's last words were more of a command than an incredibly stupid idea.
Ryou felt as though he was entering his soul room as Malik took over his mind. The living darkness of the Shadow Realm consumed his vision and his thoughts. Foolishly, he tried to break free of the restraining force that kept him from seeing outside. Sans an Item to aid him, it was futile.
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The Shadow Realm.
Ryou couldn't taste, smell, breathe, or physically feel anything. He couldn't clench his hands or open his eyes because they existed outside the Dark world. His body could never be fully in the nothingness, just his consciousness. Yet, he could in a way see, or realize the dark fathomless depths around him, swelling and spasing in some demented wave. The boy could have moved forward (unless he already was) and not notice it in the uniform backdrop he was immersed in.
Oh, what a great gift soul rooms were! The Shadow Realm was able to restrain you in what seem so very much like a physical form. There, walls were up to keep you in and keep you out. Ryou had learned it was comfortable to be held back from the vastness of everything; to be blinded to the immenseness of a universe. If you weren't closed off, you had to be one with the everything. I was like being a living, breathing creature kept you in a human form and not some haphazard bit of energy mixed with the rest of the indefinite universe.
Ryou tried to pull himself from the revealing shadows. It was of no avail. He could only go at Malik's wish or someone else's with an Item to cut the ropes that held his consciousness from his physical form.
After what seemed forever, he felt the darkness dissipate. What the Hell did that Ishtar want?
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As soon as he regained control of his body, Ryou scowled the blonde hair Egyptian,
"What was that for?"
Malik wasn't laughing at him anymore. He watched quietly as the boy dropped his guitar case and kneeled over, panting for breath. Malik was breathing heavier himself. They had taken that last blocks at a run.
"And why am I so tired?" Ryou gasped, looking at Malik warily.
"Cause your physic is at zero. Don't you jog?" Malik snapped in annoyance
"I don't get out much," Ryou answered between the annoying need of breathing, "How far where you making me run and how fast? I'm NOT a slow sprinter, Malik."
Malik looked at hi a shrugged, " Speed wasn't your problem; the five city blocks were your problem. That clerk was really in shape. If I'd know, I would have stolen lunch from a McDonalds or something."
"What clerk?" Ryou asked, sitting back.
"Well obviously the one I got lunch from, you dolt. I had no idea the man was an amateur marathon runner when I busted out. Where's a Tomb Robber when you need him?" Malik muttered, forgetting about Ryou's feelings on the subject.
Ryou looked down sadly. Why did Malik have to bring that up again? Wasn't the fact that he was there enough for him? Malik hastily tried to correct his error,
"I mean, it could have been great to have an incredibly seasoned vet to keep us from having to get so tired."
Ryou nodded slowly. He was thinking about what was wrong with the Fiend at the moment.
"Awe, shit," Malik muttered, crouching down to Ryou floor level, "I had to bring THAT up again. Uh, sorry 'bout that.
The white haired boy looked up at him and sighed,
"You just standing there reminds me, Malik. Bringing it all up again is just a hurtful bonus," he stated flatly.
"Ryou, that was very uncalled for. What you're saying's just cold. You can't see yet, I did not know about you and Bakura, I had no idea. You can't damn a guy for being ignorant."
"I know," Ryou said, "I don't really hate you anymore, Malik. I've more than enough time to think about it, believe me. I realize I should hate myself, if anyone. Not Bakura, he never loved me while I was doing vice versa. It's my fault that I'm so depressed now."
Malik glared at him angrily,
"No, Ryou, it's not your fault. Don't tell yourself that. I think Bakura was a jerk, there was a reason; something HE did to make you fall. Really, you can't just look at someone and go, 'Oh I guess I'll fall into love head first off the diving board into the dry sea of reality with whoever that hot bastard is over there.' The Spirit had to be acting towards you in some way. Maybe you obsessed yourself with the idea that he would stop doing something, hurting you, someday. Then, when it seemed like that was happening, you dived in. All and all, it's NOT your fault. Don't kill yourself about it."
Ryou nodded. Malik's side made sense, even if it was not reasonable.
"The way you're thinking is only defending that Spirit. It's what you do and don't want to believe and know inside somewhere it's wrong. You don't lie to yourself like that, Ryou. It will never help," Malik finished.
Ryou shrugged,
"I'll think about it, Malik. I'm not making any promises I'll change my opinion."
Malik sighed and smiled. This was better than nothing for Ryou.
"So," Ryou asked slowly, "Where that lunch you almost killed us over?" He slightly smiled back.
Strange enough, for going two days without food, Ryou barely ate. He hardly touched the spongy bread, which he'd never thought to call 'spongy' before. The boy wasn't hungry. Slowly he sipped the water, not even enough to really wet his mouth. He like the way it slipped down his throat and made is head twirl lightly for a few seconds. Could a person live off water? No, but that was the only thing Malik presented him with that he even felt like wanting, though he felt no need for anything. He ignored the peculiarness of it all. He was too busy having a phase of light-headedness. Was water supposed to do that to some one not eating for almost a day?
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Sorry this is so short, but I have the entire story written and can't change chapter length. Oh, and I think it's obvious the last paragraph is important later on. The reason all the fics I have are taking so long, including this one, it that I have tests and a talent show in a little more than two months to practice for. I'm playing guitar for Hells Bells [AC/DC = I do not own that] and "Straighter Boy" ["Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne with new words]. I have discovered Avril seems quite fond of a certain fingered bar cord, using your first finger, third, and fourth. Very annoying. She has them in her song "Tomorrow" as well.
Hey, any of ya'll ever go to www.gibson.com the home page is funny. I kept growing and minimizing the screen to see all the funny point outs on the opening picture when I went on the site. My fav was "Distortion; to save you ass". I can so relate to that. Mess up the sound so much no one knows when you mess up the cords and fingering. FYI: I love guitar jokes. I've learned so many from my friends and their parents. They are funny to me, even though I play.
Okay, yeah. Ya know, I you have a joke; I'd love reading it. I like funny stuff. Who knows, I may just smile.
Stigmatize - 1. To characterize as disgraceful; brand. 2. To mark with stigma
-------- Stigma - 1. A mark or token of infamy or disgrace.
While this describes Yami Bakura, the title is also mocking the authoress. It is my feel at this story so far if it represented me. Lots of love, eh? Go look up infamy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh to the surprise of none, neh? I do own one Epiphone guitar and I love it very much. It would be atrocious to sue me and take my only love away. Please don't do this to me! I'll cry!
COMMENTS & THANKS:
EGO: As it turned out, Me. This chapter did not update right. I was right. You were right. We both were right! Wow, it's like you're me and I'm you! AMAZING!
YAMI TSUKI TENSHI: Yep, It's Malik! Wow, you must either be physic or we're both equally insane!
CHEESEPUFF: Hehehe, I like how it's turning out too. My new plot is way better than my old one.
ZIRAL811: I did describe a lot, didn't I? I'm glad to know they're good. It usually takes me forever to make those. You reviewed this twice the same. Well, more reviews for me!
K: Wow, you must have just started reading, reviewing chapter two. Yes, I know my fic is pretty good!
ELLIE: I think this fic is great too! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!
CROSSOVER AUTHORESS: Oh, I love giving tips, It boosts my ego. I wasn't using a disk when my chapter up and left. I actually had this on the site last week, but it wasn't shown with the other fics. I had to visit the 'Find' and type in the word 'stigmatize' to see it. I removed chapter five and upped it again. So in reality, this chapter has been up for a week. I think it is funny when the computer tells you a disk's file is 'corrupt'. The wording is hilarious till you realized, 'Hey, that's my whole story!' Ya know, the 'taffy' idea was not in my notes; I just made it up as I typed. Now the guitar thing. Picture Ryou with an electric and a microphone. Ha, then you're semi-picturing this stories sequel, which is VERY sad and stabs at [maybe killing] a love triangle with you know who as the pivot point: Ryou Bakura.
SHIROI YUKI.TOO LAZY TO SIGN IN: You're review did go down twice. It was the same thing both times, just worded slightly different. And oh yeah, your just pouring it over with all that grossly accumulated optimism. Sorry for confusing you [me:lier]! I don't know what to say, but; CARS! [Hehe, picture poor Ryou at the wheel of a Pontiac...how cruel am I? Hey, Station wagon! Man, I feel inspired!]
R AMYTHEST: well, sorry for the OCC, but I find that Ryou doesn't have many moments of such complex emotions in all the Yu-Gi-Oh! that I've seen. Yeah, I kinda improvise a bit.
AURORA BELMONT VAMPIRE HUNTER: Yes, my fic is pretty cool! I feel so very honored that this fic is such a step for you; all the Ryou fics I usually read are nice tangled messes of hate and depression.
DARK-ANGEL: Oh yeah, I'm in another persons favs! Congrats, I now like you a whole lot more. Sorry about my tendency to wait a decade between updates.
PHARONICPROPHESYPEACFULRA: Long name! So I have another worshipper? YES! There are three others on your boat, Cettie-Girl, ITSAME, and No Name. See, when you review all my writings, I remember who you are. Hehe, I made The Evil Laugh give you a cameo in our other fic.
DRAGGY: Yes, I can't believe you knew that. Cliffhangers DO keep readers both interested and ticked! Okay, I updated my humor fic so you can see it. I was listening to my family and friends play monopoly. You don't know how crazy they get. I'm at the computer screaming, "For the love of God, man, it's a f***ing board game!" Seriously, they stage an all out fake money financial war! I don't think I want to see any of THEM on Wall Street. And here I am, the quiet, broke, song writing musician shadow that's freakishly obsessed with darkness, trying to write the 8th chapter to an anime humor fic.
ANGELSKITTEN: Okay, here is the rest. Hehe, I got a little sidetracked.
This is right after the memorable "YOU" last chapter.
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Stigmatize
Chapter 6: The Shadow Realm
Ryou turned around and violently swung his guitar out at the Ishtar. Malik dodged it, smirking,
"Cool it, Ryou. You want to join the Who or something?"
The white haired boy glared at him. Selina and her group watched curious. Hey, a fight just might break out.
"Who is that, Ryou?" Adrienne asked looking at the male blonde.
Malik smiled and bowed shortly,
"Malik Ishtar, milady."
This made the girls standing around squeal in unison. Ryou felt like he was going to be sick all over the suave Egyptian's hideous pale purple shirt. A shirt that high on a male should be illegal.
"You're such a player," he remarked towards the tanned blonde.
This caused the Rod Bearer to smirk larger,
"Not so much as a certain Ring Spirit," he growled mockingly.
Ryou want the kill this former friend right then and there. He had put down the urge to swing the instrument again and use it to beat the other to a bloody pulp. Who knew what damage the guitar might sustain from the impact with the maniac's incredibly thick skull? Ryou decide on silence.
"Speechless at the truth, are we?" the crazy Egyptian sneered. Ryou glared at him unblinking, "Awe, you're angry. Why don't you toss the instrument at me one more time?" he egged Ryou on.
"I don't think I could survive the impact with all your rock hard styling gel and five inch think skull, Malik" Ryou stated coldly.
The group turned to see how the blonde would take this. Malik's face only slightly hardened at Ryou's words, but was relaxed and easy again in seconds,
"Good, very good. I just wanted to know if you wanted to inflict any physical damage before you leave with me."
"What?" Ryou asked. Malik's last words were more of a command than an incredibly stupid idea.
Ryou felt as though he was entering his soul room as Malik took over his mind. The living darkness of the Shadow Realm consumed his vision and his thoughts. Foolishly, he tried to break free of the restraining force that kept him from seeing outside. Sans an Item to aid him, it was futile.
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The Shadow Realm.
Ryou couldn't taste, smell, breathe, or physically feel anything. He couldn't clench his hands or open his eyes because they existed outside the Dark world. His body could never be fully in the nothingness, just his consciousness. Yet, he could in a way see, or realize the dark fathomless depths around him, swelling and spasing in some demented wave. The boy could have moved forward (unless he already was) and not notice it in the uniform backdrop he was immersed in.
Oh, what a great gift soul rooms were! The Shadow Realm was able to restrain you in what seem so very much like a physical form. There, walls were up to keep you in and keep you out. Ryou had learned it was comfortable to be held back from the vastness of everything; to be blinded to the immenseness of a universe. If you weren't closed off, you had to be one with the everything. I was like being a living, breathing creature kept you in a human form and not some haphazard bit of energy mixed with the rest of the indefinite universe.
Ryou tried to pull himself from the revealing shadows. It was of no avail. He could only go at Malik's wish or someone else's with an Item to cut the ropes that held his consciousness from his physical form.
After what seemed forever, he felt the darkness dissipate. What the Hell did that Ishtar want?
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As soon as he regained control of his body, Ryou scowled the blonde hair Egyptian,
"What was that for?"
Malik wasn't laughing at him anymore. He watched quietly as the boy dropped his guitar case and kneeled over, panting for breath. Malik was breathing heavier himself. They had taken that last blocks at a run.
"And why am I so tired?" Ryou gasped, looking at Malik warily.
"Cause your physic is at zero. Don't you jog?" Malik snapped in annoyance
"I don't get out much," Ryou answered between the annoying need of breathing, "How far where you making me run and how fast? I'm NOT a slow sprinter, Malik."
Malik looked at hi a shrugged, " Speed wasn't your problem; the five city blocks were your problem. That clerk was really in shape. If I'd know, I would have stolen lunch from a McDonalds or something."
"What clerk?" Ryou asked, sitting back.
"Well obviously the one I got lunch from, you dolt. I had no idea the man was an amateur marathon runner when I busted out. Where's a Tomb Robber when you need him?" Malik muttered, forgetting about Ryou's feelings on the subject.
Ryou looked down sadly. Why did Malik have to bring that up again? Wasn't the fact that he was there enough for him? Malik hastily tried to correct his error,
"I mean, it could have been great to have an incredibly seasoned vet to keep us from having to get so tired."
Ryou nodded slowly. He was thinking about what was wrong with the Fiend at the moment.
"Awe, shit," Malik muttered, crouching down to Ryou floor level, "I had to bring THAT up again. Uh, sorry 'bout that.
The white haired boy looked up at him and sighed,
"You just standing there reminds me, Malik. Bringing it all up again is just a hurtful bonus," he stated flatly.
"Ryou, that was very uncalled for. What you're saying's just cold. You can't see yet, I did not know about you and Bakura, I had no idea. You can't damn a guy for being ignorant."
"I know," Ryou said, "I don't really hate you anymore, Malik. I've more than enough time to think about it, believe me. I realize I should hate myself, if anyone. Not Bakura, he never loved me while I was doing vice versa. It's my fault that I'm so depressed now."
Malik glared at him angrily,
"No, Ryou, it's not your fault. Don't tell yourself that. I think Bakura was a jerk, there was a reason; something HE did to make you fall. Really, you can't just look at someone and go, 'Oh I guess I'll fall into love head first off the diving board into the dry sea of reality with whoever that hot bastard is over there.' The Spirit had to be acting towards you in some way. Maybe you obsessed yourself with the idea that he would stop doing something, hurting you, someday. Then, when it seemed like that was happening, you dived in. All and all, it's NOT your fault. Don't kill yourself about it."
Ryou nodded. Malik's side made sense, even if it was not reasonable.
"The way you're thinking is only defending that Spirit. It's what you do and don't want to believe and know inside somewhere it's wrong. You don't lie to yourself like that, Ryou. It will never help," Malik finished.
Ryou shrugged,
"I'll think about it, Malik. I'm not making any promises I'll change my opinion."
Malik sighed and smiled. This was better than nothing for Ryou.
"So," Ryou asked slowly, "Where that lunch you almost killed us over?" He slightly smiled back.
Strange enough, for going two days without food, Ryou barely ate. He hardly touched the spongy bread, which he'd never thought to call 'spongy' before. The boy wasn't hungry. Slowly he sipped the water, not even enough to really wet his mouth. He like the way it slipped down his throat and made is head twirl lightly for a few seconds. Could a person live off water? No, but that was the only thing Malik presented him with that he even felt like wanting, though he felt no need for anything. He ignored the peculiarness of it all. He was too busy having a phase of light-headedness. Was water supposed to do that to some one not eating for almost a day?
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Sorry this is so short, but I have the entire story written and can't change chapter length. Oh, and I think it's obvious the last paragraph is important later on. The reason all the fics I have are taking so long, including this one, it that I have tests and a talent show in a little more than two months to practice for. I'm playing guitar for Hells Bells [AC/DC = I do not own that] and "Straighter Boy" ["Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne with new words]. I have discovered Avril seems quite fond of a certain fingered bar cord, using your first finger, third, and fourth. Very annoying. She has them in her song "Tomorrow" as well.
Hey, any of ya'll ever go to www.gibson.com the home page is funny. I kept growing and minimizing the screen to see all the funny point outs on the opening picture when I went on the site. My fav was "Distortion; to save you ass". I can so relate to that. Mess up the sound so much no one knows when you mess up the cords and fingering. FYI: I love guitar jokes. I've learned so many from my friends and their parents. They are funny to me, even though I play.
Okay, yeah. Ya know, I you have a joke; I'd love reading it. I like funny stuff. Who knows, I may just smile.