Book Dragon: *reading a piece of paper* "WHAT?!?!? IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS!!!!!!"
Bakura: *Yawning* "Yup, it's dull and I think I've been sleeping the whole time…z z z z z…."* sleeps*
Tomb Robber: * angry mark on for head, hits Bakura on the back of the head really hard* "WAKE UP! THIS IS NO TIME FOR SLEEPING YOU NUMBSKULL!"
Bakura: *Head lurches forward, spinning eyes* "Owww… look at the pretty dueling cards…" *falls*
Book Dragon: *Eyes go red* "THAT'S IT YOUR GOING TO DIE!!!!"
Tomb Robber: *Goes white* "START THE DAMN FIC AAAAHHHHH!!!!" *runs away from a high speeding and smoking Book Dragon*
Chapter 16: LetterAfter several hours of sleep, changing into her school clothes, and scaring the shit out of everyone who woke up to three statues like people standing in the middle of the kitchen in the morning Ryelle was sitting up on the emerald roof of the game shop, thinking. The others had been very shaken when Bakura, Yami, and her woke up and fell to the ground that morning from their stiff state, all cloudy eyed Tea had said. She was blushing bright red when she realized Bakura fell on her, him the same when he came to his senses. They scrambled away from one another extremely embarrassed and both left the room in opposite directions immediately with it. Yami just looked at every one else calmly and started to tell the bizarre story, at the end of which everyone understood both of them and would not disturb them. Therefore, Ryelle was left to wonder about what would become of her life hiding on the back of the roof in a large blanket covered in small balloons she found in the closet nearest to Yugi's room, only to hide her large wings the best she could. It wrapped around her tightly, but no matter how tight and warm she still shivered in the hot sun burning over her. She hadn't eaten all day from lack of hunger and she was still tired no matter how much sleep she got. She knew these were signs of stress, a lot of it. She only knew of one thing. Everything she had ever loved had been washed away in a giant wave, all out of her reach, leaving her helpless and alone in the ever-growing darkness around her. Except one small light that she was unaware of. Weather or not she wished to admit it or even knew it or not a small feeling deep in her was slowly growing, like a rose bud blossoming in a warm spring wind. This force was unfamiliar to her, making her somewhat afraid of it. She chose to ignore it, but a nagging voice was whispering to her. She suspected it to be her conscious for its lack in size. No matter how hard she tried to shove it into the back corners of her mind it kept whispering. "You love him." it stated. A reason why when she found her sword on the top of the roof she did not cut her wrists with it. Instead, she twirled it in her white hands confused by the small annoying voice echoing in the cambers of her mind. She was pondering weather to listen to this voice and find something out in this world or to end all the chiming pain with in her mind.
"I see you have much on your mind…" She immediately swung around, stopping the blade so it glared out. Standing behind her was Yami, pale white arms crossed and standing high with his famous look with the black tank top and jet-black pants.
"Oh, it's you… I was hoping for Yugi…" His bracelets clinked a little, as he uncrossed his arms and sat down.
"Why do you need him?" There was a moment of hesitation.
"Because I suspects he knows it." She said flatly, somewhat irritated by the sound of her voice.
"It?" What is this it?"
"An emotion…a stupid, idiotic, frustrating feeling!" Ryelle growled, extremely annoyed. She wrapped the blanket tighter and glared at the roof. Yami looked confused.
"TEA!" I know how he feels about her, don't deny it." Yami said nothing. They sat on that roof for a long period after her out burst. She wondered why she was so angry about this, probably because she would never see her family again and they would never meet him or something stupid like that. While thinking of this Yami finally said something rather random.
"You screamed." He said flatly. She looked at him through a sideways glance, showing she was listening and curious.
"…in your sleep…you scared him… some nightmare… he was very concerned…" Curse her sleep talk. She shuddered at the nightmare she had in that sleep. It was completely restless, probably another reason she was so tired now. She pushed it to the back of her mind, despite the small images that soaked through the barrier she tried to construct quickly in her mind.
Reaching out with a pale arm to the voices of her brother and sister, screaming for help in a bright light.
Arms that weren't her own flung her backward into darkness, swallowed completely by it's inkiness with her screaming.
Ryelle flicked her head to fling them back. Through watery eyes, she found green leaves on her shoulders and the blanket flutter to the ground like an autumn leaf.
"You look for a purpose…" He said in a mutter, but every clear in Ryelle's ears.
"… but I wonder how you can't see that you have one…" He smiled a little as he said this. There was a pause of silence. Ryelle wiped her eyes in a frustrated way with the back of her hand that held the glistening blade.
"What purpose?"
"Bakura, you know he loves you." "Love" sounded funny coming out of Yami's mouth, which was because he never said the word before.
"… and Shadi… well I think he'll tell you soon enough… and you need to put us back together before Yugi's Grampa gets back in 20 minutes." Ryelle wondered where he had gone and when he was getting back. One question was answered.
"Oh shit!" She bolted up from her sitting position.
"Come on! This might take some time!" She sprinted for the other side of the roof and just run off of it. Yami blinked and concluded taking the window was too long for her. He got up and dusted himself off and climbed back into Yugi's room with some trouble but easily hit the floor and started down the stairs. Some loud bangs echoed from the door. No one answered it, probably because their was two Yugis sitting in the same room. Ryelle's voice boomed out a second later, realizing this fact.
"HEY GUYS OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S ME!" Immediately Bakura jumped the square space between the family room and the kitchen, flung himself toward the door from his blue chair in the family room, opened the door into the game shop, and literally ran to the door opening it. Ryelle rushed in, looked at Bakura in a hurried way, grabbed his hand quickly, and ran to the kitchen and slammed the door. She kissed him on the check hurriedly and said thank you very fast. Everyone was standing up blinking at them except Yami and Shadi of course. Bakura left extremely red as Ryelle stepped forward and looked at Yugi and Yami.
"Okay everybody stand back please, except you two." She stated in a rushed tone. She had no idea how this would affect everyone standing so closely to them because they were not before. Or she did not think they were. She shook her head quickly, closed her eyes, and started to hum as she was thinking.
"Become one, Become one, Become one, Become one." This was repeated in her mind over and over, concentrating to put them back together. After a period, she heard a loud popping sound and opened her eyes. There was one Yugi standing in the room, smiling a little, looking at the floor. Ryelle blinked and moved her eyes to the floor. A ring of brown, orange, yellow, and red leaves made a ring around her on the tile floor. Apparently, this has worked on her wings as well because they were no longer there. She smiled a big wide grin at what she did knowing she could call them and finally tell them to go when she wanted, or she hoped.
"Yugi!" What did I tell you about closing the door when you leave?!" She immediately spun around in great surprise and found Yugi's grampa staring at the leaves scattered floor.
"GRAMPA!" Yugi burst out and immediately hugged him. Grampa immediately hugged back and snuggled together. Ryelle felt a bit strange standing their watching the two hug one another.
"I'll clean this up Mr. Motto." Ryelle found herself saying and immediately found a broom and started to sweep it up while everyone just smiled in a weird happiness. Ryelle eventually noticed the corners of her mouth turning up unexpectedly. After a short while, the two stopped and someone asked an obvious, but unanswered question.
"Where did you go Mr. Motto?" Tea asked brightly, clearly happy to see him.
"To America," His eyes gestured to a small suitcase that must have came with him because it certainly not there before. Ryelle's ears seemed to prick up at America.
"to see a good friend of mine and to see about their dueling." She started to think of home when he said this. She missed the feel of maple trees, mind you she did remember she practically growing off her back, and grassy round circles she would find in her back yard, always shadowed by the over grown branches of all kinds like oak, breech, chestnut, pine and many others, all growing together, not like here. Concrete and steel surrounded her, she did not realize until now how much she missed it.
"Are you alright?" A loud voice broke her memories and found a wet drop fall on the ground and the broom handle still. She looked at a circle of faces, noticed her face was wet, and quickly wiped her eyes clean.
"Fine, Fine, I'm fine." She cracked a fake smile and held the handle of the broom on her shoulders. There was a moment's pause.
"I have to go home mister Motto, I'll see you tomorrow guys." That was the first time she had called them guys. It felt funny at the end of her lips but almost familiar. She took the broom off her shoulders and placed it by the door as she left quickly.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for dinner?"
"No, No I've already been enough trouble. I'll see you tomorrow." She opened the door, waved a good bye, immediately left the shop, and followed the street walk to the library. She found her hands buried in her pockets and her pace not as hard footed as before. What a rough six months. Only because she had a chance to somehow go home, now she would not go. It saddened her mood a little and her feet went back to stepping hard all the way to the building, through the door, up the stairs, through another door, and onto her couch with a loud thumb. She fell asleep.
Hours pasted and she woke up sweating so fierce it felt as if someone had thrown her in a lake. She threw a black thing off her and reached her feet, shaking a little. Her eyes adjusted to the pale light reaching all corners of the room, moon light. After a few deep breathes and wiping her hair back, she started to walk around, pace really. Walking through the lilies of books and thinking she found a piece of odd yellow paper and an inkwell on top of the high shelf with a feather pen. She did not realize how old the place was and had a hell of a time getting both of them down without breaking anything. In the small struggle and slamming of bookcases ever so slightly she got an idea. She would write a letter. A far well letter. It was only fair for her and her family, so she found the book she bought at the mall and used it as a solid source to write on, to start her letter, to say good-bye.
Dear Guys… no, family,
Hey, it's me, well, sort of. I hope this gets to you and you guys haven't worried so much, sorry if I caused a huge fuss. You'll probably be angry with me when you receive this but it's important. Maria, you big sister you, take care of the bub. No James. Tell my little brother, tell James, the contents of this letter, that is if he still cannot read. I can't tell how much time as pasted, but I miss you, I always will. I can't come home and I wish I had enough time to explain to you why but I can't. I'm stuck in a place too deep and can't come back. Don't worry about me, it's not a bad place, I just wish you were here. Don't you dare spend your life looking for me; I'm fine and breathing, sort of. Again, I can't explain it. Use the life insurance money you get off me, that is if I have any. I would like you to promise that you will not come after me, but I can't know if you do or don't, so that sucks. This is practically a will now, you WILL NOT come after me or spend your life looking, I am fine. Your truly in change big Sis, I kind of took that power from you when Mom and Dad died, I give it back to you. James, my little Bro, don't let Maria give you a hard time too much, and don't give her a tough time. Behave you two. Great, know I feel like our mother! Take care you two, don't let me get you down with this letter, I'm trying to be as cheerful as possible, which you probably noticed. I love you.
Your loving sister,
~Ryelle
Ps. sorry that sounded corny at the end ;) take care!
She finished the letter at dawn. The red light started to creep in onto her letter and black velvet of her cloak on her shoulders. She smiled at her letter and ripped a loose thread from her black cloak. She rolled the paper in her hands and tied the threat around it to keep it bound while she thought hard. Lines creased on her forehead as she thought or rather summoned. Sweat poured from her body as her mind worked furiously. A lifting feeling came to her senses. She ignored this as light-headedness and finally felt a light smooth solid fall into her hand. A smile cracked on her face as her eyes opened to the wine bottle sitting in her stretched out hand. Then she realized her head was nearly touching the ceiling by looking at the tops of the bookshelves. Something touched her ear, a tickling feeling. Her eyes shifted to the right to a blurry green thing and her head shifted to it. A tree branch covered in small yellow-green leaves hung next to her. Looking all around her, she found the room had tree bark grown to the sides of the walls, like vines. A huge rough barked branch, surrounded by leaves, was supporting the couch she was sitting on.
"Oops."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bakura: *Wakes up slowly*
Book Dragon: "You horrible pig!"
Tomb Robber: "Have mercy teenager from the underworld!!!"
Bakura:* looks at Book Dragon twisting Tomb Robber's face around*
Bakura: o_ou "Uhhh… leave a review?"