AS OF 12-26-02, I HAVE MADE A FEW SUBTLE EDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER. NOT
MUCH THAT YOU WOULD CATCH, BUT IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME SO nyaaaaa!
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Oh. My. God. *pounds head on the wall*
Kuja: *watches*
This is one of the most horrid chapters ever! I really don't do well under pressure. . .but please read! It's really important in the whole scheme of things. *sigh* Who knows, maybe you'll like it. Oh yeah, and I don't own YGO.
*pounds head on the wall again*
Kuja: Hmm *pounds head*
Ryou: *takes a double take at chapter* HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEE!
Sorry. This has got to be the most stereotypical thing I have ever written in my life. . .
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/Oh my. . .OH MY GODS!/
His chocolate eyes appeared larger on his face, framed in longer, darker and more defined lashes. The chin under them was smoother, topping off a slender neck, and a more delicate shoulder-span. There were other things too; a more slender waist yet broader hips curving saucily, the, Ryou gulped but still lost in disbelieving shock. . .larger chest, and with a sudden jolt of realization:
~They~ were gone.
Obviously he, or rather ~she~, had been through the event of a rather interesting dream.
Without immediately realizing it, Ryou stomped up to the old mirror, and shook it roughly in her now quite feminine hands. The cool metal frame contrasted considerably with her blood-pumped fingertips, and she bit back a dry sob at her reflection.
/No. . .no, this can't be happening! I never WANTED TO CHANGE!!!/
Her mind, the world, only responded in silence.
The profound, yet simple response made her whimper down, and lower herself to the cheap carpeting. Silence's blanket wrapped coldly around her, and gave her no sense of warmth.
The mirror shattered.
She jolted out of her mental suffering. The abrupt sound succeeded in forcing her to realize the ~true~ truth, the ~realness~ of the situation, as the bitterly dry taste of fear overwhelmed her senses.
It seemed like always either too frantic to think straight, or too zoned out to be frantic. Right now, the new and unexpected arrival to the world of womanhood, was in her frantic stage.
/I have to get out of here. . .what if they find me. . .find. . .~out~. . .don't know what I would do. . ./
The small closet door rolled sideways in annoyance, but opened under her shaking hands. She snatched the first thing she could find, a grubby old fleece blanket, and threw it over herself like an unofficial shield. Then, she began to unlock the dormant window.
/. . .because no one here, would know me anymore./
~*~*~*~
Yami Malik knew something was up with that kid his 'other' had brought in late last night. And he ~diffidently~ noticed something strange, something amiss in the magical balance that morning, it was what had woken him up.
He surveyed his Hikari's bedroom with slitted, almost menacing eyes. A tingle in his back gave him the urge to stretch, and he now did so as it became apparent there were no threats.
His Aibou slept peacefully on his overgrown bed, not being a restless sleeper at all. The window above him caused his fair hair to sparkle in the shape of a crown as he continued to sleep; oblivious. The active Malik tilted his head to the side.
/So beautiful. . ./
He gave a physical jolt of surprise. /Now where in the Judgment did ~that~ come from?/ His cheeks flushed in combined shame and embarrassment, all the while turning from his pleasurable sight, for once glad that Malik couldn't see him then.
Yet, he felt as spoiled as the son of Ra when he rested his gaze back on the boy. No, he would never love him back, but it was these early mornings where he could theoretically look upon his love without shame, and fill his ancient mind with the fake wonders of having a ~true~ partner.
And he daren't get any closer.
/Wait a. . .oh Ra, what's the point of denying it to ~myself~?/
The pharaoh and his 'vessel' as Yami Malik liked to call him, had gotten along just fine, and though only friends at the moment, the ex-thief saw those sidelong glances of concern and love for his Hikari quite clearly. He himself was in a new state of madness; head over heels for his Aibou, and his dear friend Bakura and Hikari. . .well. . .
/Hmph. And they call ~me~ insane./
A dramatic crash from the room next door, echoed over surprisingly well.
The boy on the bed stirred, as the one on the chair looked upon him in horror.
"Wh--" he yawned "--at was that?"
"Nothing." He didn't respond in a voice that was guilty, but one that was amazingly soothing. Yami Malik sent a magically born spark of sleepiness to the Hikari, completely erasing anymore doubts.
His body went comfortably slack within a few seconds.
The Yami winced as another sound almost woke his Hikari back up again; the clumsy ~*swoosh*~ of a window opening. Puzzled, he carefully arose from the wooden chair, as his brows knitted tightly, and tiptoed across the room with a subtle grace that ONLY a thief could ever hope to achieve. Malik often prided himself of the fact, but now was not the time. ~Especially~ if his Aibou was possibly endangered. . .
/What the hell is that boy doing over there?!/
Carefully tucking his form into the shadows, he peered down through the wavy-glass windows, just in time to see blanket-covered form stumbling down the street. His eyes widened speculatively. No matter how strange the modern times seemed, ~this~ did not qualify in Yami Malik's category of 'normal behavior'.
The fleece-covered figure scurried out of sight, and into the streets beyond.
Though, through even his confusion, it was impossible to ignore the strong wave of nauseating emotion sweeping over him, and sending him tumbling backward.
Hysteria. Completely hysterical fear.
/Oh my. . .what happened to him. . ./ Once the initial shock wore, it turned into a vibrant anger /Dammit Tomb Robber, your emotions are much too tangled to be trifled with. . .or understand./
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I decided to keep it short, to wear a bit on any tempers you may carry for its plainness. I do hope you will check out the next chapter; so much better in my opinion, for I already have it down on paper. But trust me, this is going in the original plan, and I have everything completely thought out. . .
The next chapter (yes, I AM trying to change the subject), holds even more of that confusing bizarreness for those who love it.
And I PROMISE that you will figure this out as a 'different' fanfic than the others of it's kind.
Please withhold from flames, I already know I don't like this chapter, and I don't need anyone to rub it in right now. Flamers, go hug a tree.
Happy Christmas for all those who celebrate it!
giggleplex
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Oh. My. God. *pounds head on the wall*
Kuja: *watches*
This is one of the most horrid chapters ever! I really don't do well under pressure. . .but please read! It's really important in the whole scheme of things. *sigh* Who knows, maybe you'll like it. Oh yeah, and I don't own YGO.
*pounds head on the wall again*
Kuja: Hmm *pounds head*
Ryou: *takes a double take at chapter* HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEE!
Sorry. This has got to be the most stereotypical thing I have ever written in my life. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
/Oh my. . .OH MY GODS!/
His chocolate eyes appeared larger on his face, framed in longer, darker and more defined lashes. The chin under them was smoother, topping off a slender neck, and a more delicate shoulder-span. There were other things too; a more slender waist yet broader hips curving saucily, the, Ryou gulped but still lost in disbelieving shock. . .larger chest, and with a sudden jolt of realization:
~They~ were gone.
Obviously he, or rather ~she~, had been through the event of a rather interesting dream.
Without immediately realizing it, Ryou stomped up to the old mirror, and shook it roughly in her now quite feminine hands. The cool metal frame contrasted considerably with her blood-pumped fingertips, and she bit back a dry sob at her reflection.
/No. . .no, this can't be happening! I never WANTED TO CHANGE!!!/
Her mind, the world, only responded in silence.
The profound, yet simple response made her whimper down, and lower herself to the cheap carpeting. Silence's blanket wrapped coldly around her, and gave her no sense of warmth.
The mirror shattered.
She jolted out of her mental suffering. The abrupt sound succeeded in forcing her to realize the ~true~ truth, the ~realness~ of the situation, as the bitterly dry taste of fear overwhelmed her senses.
It seemed like always either too frantic to think straight, or too zoned out to be frantic. Right now, the new and unexpected arrival to the world of womanhood, was in her frantic stage.
/I have to get out of here. . .what if they find me. . .find. . .~out~. . .don't know what I would do. . ./
The small closet door rolled sideways in annoyance, but opened under her shaking hands. She snatched the first thing she could find, a grubby old fleece blanket, and threw it over herself like an unofficial shield. Then, she began to unlock the dormant window.
/. . .because no one here, would know me anymore./
~*~*~*~
Yami Malik knew something was up with that kid his 'other' had brought in late last night. And he ~diffidently~ noticed something strange, something amiss in the magical balance that morning, it was what had woken him up.
He surveyed his Hikari's bedroom with slitted, almost menacing eyes. A tingle in his back gave him the urge to stretch, and he now did so as it became apparent there were no threats.
His Aibou slept peacefully on his overgrown bed, not being a restless sleeper at all. The window above him caused his fair hair to sparkle in the shape of a crown as he continued to sleep; oblivious. The active Malik tilted his head to the side.
/So beautiful. . ./
He gave a physical jolt of surprise. /Now where in the Judgment did ~that~ come from?/ His cheeks flushed in combined shame and embarrassment, all the while turning from his pleasurable sight, for once glad that Malik couldn't see him then.
Yet, he felt as spoiled as the son of Ra when he rested his gaze back on the boy. No, he would never love him back, but it was these early mornings where he could theoretically look upon his love without shame, and fill his ancient mind with the fake wonders of having a ~true~ partner.
And he daren't get any closer.
/Wait a. . .oh Ra, what's the point of denying it to ~myself~?/
The pharaoh and his 'vessel' as Yami Malik liked to call him, had gotten along just fine, and though only friends at the moment, the ex-thief saw those sidelong glances of concern and love for his Hikari quite clearly. He himself was in a new state of madness; head over heels for his Aibou, and his dear friend Bakura and Hikari. . .well. . .
/Hmph. And they call ~me~ insane./
A dramatic crash from the room next door, echoed over surprisingly well.
The boy on the bed stirred, as the one on the chair looked upon him in horror.
"Wh--" he yawned "--at was that?"
"Nothing." He didn't respond in a voice that was guilty, but one that was amazingly soothing. Yami Malik sent a magically born spark of sleepiness to the Hikari, completely erasing anymore doubts.
His body went comfortably slack within a few seconds.
The Yami winced as another sound almost woke his Hikari back up again; the clumsy ~*swoosh*~ of a window opening. Puzzled, he carefully arose from the wooden chair, as his brows knitted tightly, and tiptoed across the room with a subtle grace that ONLY a thief could ever hope to achieve. Malik often prided himself of the fact, but now was not the time. ~Especially~ if his Aibou was possibly endangered. . .
/What the hell is that boy doing over there?!/
Carefully tucking his form into the shadows, he peered down through the wavy-glass windows, just in time to see blanket-covered form stumbling down the street. His eyes widened speculatively. No matter how strange the modern times seemed, ~this~ did not qualify in Yami Malik's category of 'normal behavior'.
The fleece-covered figure scurried out of sight, and into the streets beyond.
Though, through even his confusion, it was impossible to ignore the strong wave of nauseating emotion sweeping over him, and sending him tumbling backward.
Hysteria. Completely hysterical fear.
/Oh my. . .what happened to him. . ./ Once the initial shock wore, it turned into a vibrant anger /Dammit Tomb Robber, your emotions are much too tangled to be trifled with. . .or understand./
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I decided to keep it short, to wear a bit on any tempers you may carry for its plainness. I do hope you will check out the next chapter; so much better in my opinion, for I already have it down on paper. But trust me, this is going in the original plan, and I have everything completely thought out. . .
The next chapter (yes, I AM trying to change the subject), holds even more of that confusing bizarreness for those who love it.
And I PROMISE that you will figure this out as a 'different' fanfic than the others of it's kind.
Please withhold from flames, I already know I don't like this chapter, and I don't need anyone to rub it in right now. Flamers, go hug a tree.
Happy Christmas for all those who celebrate it!
giggleplex