Woo *is getting dizzy at reviews* so happy, I updated early! ^^ Thank you
peeps, I really needed that extra boost of fun.
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Her head swam in a floating shock. Reality was unrecognizable, as Ryou stumbled somewhere, ~anywhere~ she could go, and never be found.
Once shot back into that seemingly distant, but fully painful consciousness, and pausing the instinctive steps to nowhere, she found herself in a perfectly manicured and ideal suburban neighborhood, that dimly reminded her (as if in a peaceful life long past) entirely too much of "Edward Scissorhands" to be anywhere near comforting. The daylight reflected it was still quite early. A tempting situation to plan.
She tenderly sat herself down on the crumbling curb edge, tightening the grip of the blanket upon her shoulders. To anyone who dared to look, the grubby piece of cloth would completely obscure her appearance, or at least theoretically. Only a sexless, and unworthy figure would show where Ryou stood.
Which, as a matter of fact, was exactly how she felt in the first place.
It was immediately apparent to her, that she couldn't ever get through this alone, and never being particularly independent in the first place, it was just an inevitable, at least partial-solution. However, there was a particular problem; her few friends were in an otherwise demanded quantity and who would help Ryou, when they had many more pressing issues with other friends. Decisions would, no doubt, be difficult. Ryou was quite well-aware of the fact that the only reason the boy she once was, actually ~had~ friends, was because they were too ~friendly~ for their own good.
Sure he never had friends, but she knew she had nothing to lose in any situation.
Tea was the first to consciously deny. Though her heart was ~always~ in the right place, but her. . .yielding disposition would most likely confuse herself in an emotional burden. Besides, just being the follower she was, who was also too a-muddled with her future dancing career to try to accept anything out of the ordinary, there was no telling how she may react.
Joey had a sickly sister to still take care of, and was not really that pitying type in the first place. Tristan was just the same in his actions. She didn't want pity though, but they just couldn't be trusted in something so trivial either.
And Yugi, Ryou's eyes instinctively misted, Yugi was one who triumphed, one who never gave up, and the exact person she wish she could have been modeling herself after. Though she was certain that he would help her out in less than a heartbeat, she would always feel tense and horrified if-ever she was reminded of taking that advantage.
Malik wouldn't be able to keep anything from his Yami for long, who just happened to be quite good friends with Ba--
/No. I can't let him find me like this!/
Otogi ((AN - yes, I, like everyone else like his Japanese name better than. . .*shudder*)). . .no. . .Kaiba. . .hell no. . .
Ryou hugged her knees to her chest. How was she ever going to get through this? Every little boy's most horrible nightmare, something that she would have never been prepared to face? Her eyes became burdened with lead-heavy tears that jumbled her senses, and she weakly sniffed against the morning zephyr.
A car drove dispassionately by.
Was this what the Change of Heart had done? Why? These questions clung to her mind like a plague, somehow still remaining untouched, unanswered.
Why did her life seem to be revolved around questions?
But at that moment, it didn't matter. She tried to ignore their stinging presence because of that fact, hugging her knees even closer, like a security blanket.
She needed someone who wouldn't mind that "Ryou" was now a girl. . .or even better yet, someone who regularly embraced feminism. . .
/Come on now, the last thing I need is to narrow my choices. . .wait!/
A few nearby birds fled in alarm, as she abruptly jumped up in a newly- found aura of purpose.
/Of course./
The colorless enigma started off yet again, without looking back.
~*~*~*~
Mai Valentine quickly spat out her minty toothpaste in annoyance.
Carefully confirming that her regally purple bathrobe was firmly fastened, she started down the hardwood steps to answer the doorbell's irritating whine. /Why do I even bother. . .probably another girl scout with those ~awful~ cookies./
It rang again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she gave a disgruntled snap. Her hair was still wet, it was eight in the morning, and her hair-dryer had officially blown its last strand. Mai was in a ~sour~ mood, too annoyed with life in general at that moment to feel any sort of cheerfulness. Or at least that was what she thought.
~*Ding-Dong*~
At that little remark, she didn't even bother to alert its caller of her presence, causing its eerie echo to remain in its wake about her empty house. She made it to the door, inwardly regretting answering the assumed duty.
Mai unlocked the door and opened it to a crack.
"Yeah?!"
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"I-I. . ."
Second doubts? A bit of an understatement perhaps.
Ryou truthfully tried not to fidget under Mai's gaze, but the nervous grip on the blanket obviously thought otherwise. /Oh dear gods, what on earth was I thinking?/ she sniffed quietly, upturning her head slightly as to not let the tears spill.
The poor girl was so caught up in unfavorable emotions, she didn't even notice the door-crack in front of her widening slowly.
Mai narrowed her sunset-shade violet eyes. "Bakura? Is that you?" it was honestly hard to tell under that grubby thing, and the shadowy patio overhang.
"Ye--s. . .I m-mean. . .may I-I come in?" the shadowed eyes pleaded understanding, and though she could not see them clearly, the blonde one stepped aside with her head tilted in speculation. Ryou wasted no idle time, feeling increasingly vulnerable outside.
"Bakura, what the hell are you doing h--" she cut herself short, too entirely shocked to continue as the other girl let the blanket-disguise fall.
Ryou, under normal circumstances, was actually taller than Mai, though no one would have ever guessed it then. It was so painful to tense up her face enough to dam up the tears. Too painful. She let her long arms flare out slightly, at an unspoken questioning to the gods. Mai's expressively startled stare, went almost entirely unnoticed.
When she saw her hair finally obscuring her face as she bent upon the hardwood, she felt such a stinging pity, she almost startled herself. The few tears that splattered one-by-one on the wood, were so dreadfully soul- gripping for the young, and normally careless girl, she could only allow a handful to fall.
And for once, Ryou had an honest shoulder to weep on.
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Okay, I would like to make clear to you all that this will NOT be yuri. I'm sorry, but I don't think I could make it work very well ^^
The next chapter has some for-sure Yami Bakura semi-POV for you all, so I hope you enjoy it then. I am much happier about this chapter than the last, so tell me what you think, okay?!
Heh. I got to see Spirited Away again. . .Haku. . .*drools*
Toodles and a Happy New Year!
giggleplex
PS - Hmm, doesn't that little "go" button right there look inviting? Yes, I am greedy, you know. . .^^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her head swam in a floating shock. Reality was unrecognizable, as Ryou stumbled somewhere, ~anywhere~ she could go, and never be found.
Once shot back into that seemingly distant, but fully painful consciousness, and pausing the instinctive steps to nowhere, she found herself in a perfectly manicured and ideal suburban neighborhood, that dimly reminded her (as if in a peaceful life long past) entirely too much of "Edward Scissorhands" to be anywhere near comforting. The daylight reflected it was still quite early. A tempting situation to plan.
She tenderly sat herself down on the crumbling curb edge, tightening the grip of the blanket upon her shoulders. To anyone who dared to look, the grubby piece of cloth would completely obscure her appearance, or at least theoretically. Only a sexless, and unworthy figure would show where Ryou stood.
Which, as a matter of fact, was exactly how she felt in the first place.
It was immediately apparent to her, that she couldn't ever get through this alone, and never being particularly independent in the first place, it was just an inevitable, at least partial-solution. However, there was a particular problem; her few friends were in an otherwise demanded quantity and who would help Ryou, when they had many more pressing issues with other friends. Decisions would, no doubt, be difficult. Ryou was quite well-aware of the fact that the only reason the boy she once was, actually ~had~ friends, was because they were too ~friendly~ for their own good.
Sure he never had friends, but she knew she had nothing to lose in any situation.
Tea was the first to consciously deny. Though her heart was ~always~ in the right place, but her. . .yielding disposition would most likely confuse herself in an emotional burden. Besides, just being the follower she was, who was also too a-muddled with her future dancing career to try to accept anything out of the ordinary, there was no telling how she may react.
Joey had a sickly sister to still take care of, and was not really that pitying type in the first place. Tristan was just the same in his actions. She didn't want pity though, but they just couldn't be trusted in something so trivial either.
And Yugi, Ryou's eyes instinctively misted, Yugi was one who triumphed, one who never gave up, and the exact person she wish she could have been modeling herself after. Though she was certain that he would help her out in less than a heartbeat, she would always feel tense and horrified if-ever she was reminded of taking that advantage.
Malik wouldn't be able to keep anything from his Yami for long, who just happened to be quite good friends with Ba--
/No. I can't let him find me like this!/
Otogi ((AN - yes, I, like everyone else like his Japanese name better than. . .*shudder*)). . .no. . .Kaiba. . .hell no. . .
Ryou hugged her knees to her chest. How was she ever going to get through this? Every little boy's most horrible nightmare, something that she would have never been prepared to face? Her eyes became burdened with lead-heavy tears that jumbled her senses, and she weakly sniffed against the morning zephyr.
A car drove dispassionately by.
Was this what the Change of Heart had done? Why? These questions clung to her mind like a plague, somehow still remaining untouched, unanswered.
Why did her life seem to be revolved around questions?
But at that moment, it didn't matter. She tried to ignore their stinging presence because of that fact, hugging her knees even closer, like a security blanket.
She needed someone who wouldn't mind that "Ryou" was now a girl. . .or even better yet, someone who regularly embraced feminism. . .
/Come on now, the last thing I need is to narrow my choices. . .wait!/
A few nearby birds fled in alarm, as she abruptly jumped up in a newly- found aura of purpose.
/Of course./
The colorless enigma started off yet again, without looking back.
~*~*~*~
Mai Valentine quickly spat out her minty toothpaste in annoyance.
Carefully confirming that her regally purple bathrobe was firmly fastened, she started down the hardwood steps to answer the doorbell's irritating whine. /Why do I even bother. . .probably another girl scout with those ~awful~ cookies./
It rang again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she gave a disgruntled snap. Her hair was still wet, it was eight in the morning, and her hair-dryer had officially blown its last strand. Mai was in a ~sour~ mood, too annoyed with life in general at that moment to feel any sort of cheerfulness. Or at least that was what she thought.
~*Ding-Dong*~
At that little remark, she didn't even bother to alert its caller of her presence, causing its eerie echo to remain in its wake about her empty house. She made it to the door, inwardly regretting answering the assumed duty.
Mai unlocked the door and opened it to a crack.
"Yeah?!"
~*~*~*~
"I-I. . ."
Second doubts? A bit of an understatement perhaps.
Ryou truthfully tried not to fidget under Mai's gaze, but the nervous grip on the blanket obviously thought otherwise. /Oh dear gods, what on earth was I thinking?/ she sniffed quietly, upturning her head slightly as to not let the tears spill.
The poor girl was so caught up in unfavorable emotions, she didn't even notice the door-crack in front of her widening slowly.
Mai narrowed her sunset-shade violet eyes. "Bakura? Is that you?" it was honestly hard to tell under that grubby thing, and the shadowy patio overhang.
"Ye--s. . .I m-mean. . .may I-I come in?" the shadowed eyes pleaded understanding, and though she could not see them clearly, the blonde one stepped aside with her head tilted in speculation. Ryou wasted no idle time, feeling increasingly vulnerable outside.
"Bakura, what the hell are you doing h--" she cut herself short, too entirely shocked to continue as the other girl let the blanket-disguise fall.
Ryou, under normal circumstances, was actually taller than Mai, though no one would have ever guessed it then. It was so painful to tense up her face enough to dam up the tears. Too painful. She let her long arms flare out slightly, at an unspoken questioning to the gods. Mai's expressively startled stare, went almost entirely unnoticed.
When she saw her hair finally obscuring her face as she bent upon the hardwood, she felt such a stinging pity, she almost startled herself. The few tears that splattered one-by-one on the wood, were so dreadfully soul- gripping for the young, and normally careless girl, she could only allow a handful to fall.
And for once, Ryou had an honest shoulder to weep on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Okay, I would like to make clear to you all that this will NOT be yuri. I'm sorry, but I don't think I could make it work very well ^^
The next chapter has some for-sure Yami Bakura semi-POV for you all, so I hope you enjoy it then. I am much happier about this chapter than the last, so tell me what you think, okay?!
Heh. I got to see Spirited Away again. . .Haku. . .*drools*
Toodles and a Happy New Year!
giggleplex
PS - Hmm, doesn't that little "go" button right there look inviting? Yes, I am greedy, you know. . .^^