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What had I just gotten myself into? I didn't know what to say to him when he was looking at me about to cry. But some small part of me wanted to go meet my family. I suppose it was the part of me that never quite got over being alone. But I wasn't alone. Not after she came. I guess it all happened a year ago.
I remember those last few days as clear as yesterday. My father was having one of his coughing fits, so naturally I rushed over to help him. He had never been treated a day in his life for his condition, but he knew. He knew that it could only be lung cancer.
My father was a gifted man. He knew things would happen before they actually occurred. He was always successful in his business, grossing over 1.7 billion altogether. Always being a minimalist himself, he didn't want to have an over abundance of goods. He kept most of his money to use for later instances. Then he adopted me. It was his power, his voice inside telling him that I was "chosen" and needed a guardian. But years after, he grew sickly. That's how it got to be where it was that day.
"It's okay, father," I said to him, guiding him towards one of the few chairs we had. "Sit down and I'll get you some water."
"Katarina, thank you. You're always so good to me. Promise me you'll stay pure." I gave him his glass of water, helping hold it up so that he could drink deep. "Father, I can't promise. It's not the truth. I don't know what will happen today, tomorrow, or the day after. I could lose myself one day and even if it were for just a second, I'd be breaking my promise to you. You deserve better than that."
By then his fit was past and he was sitting up, looking me straight into my eyes. "Kat, I'm dying. You can't prevent it. You can't slow it. It will come to pass soon. Be ready. And don't mourn for me or feel sadness and pain for me when I perish. Be happy and free with yourself. And don't be afraid to accept who you are. Please, if you can promise me that you will try to do this, I will die a happy man."
"Don't speak like that!" He was unnerved by my outburst. I calmed myself down. "You're not going to die so don't talk like you are. I won't have it. But if it will make you happy for the moment, I will try to."
"Kat, don't think that you're not good enough. Ever. You are one of the most compassionate, beautiful, hard working, easy to talk to, and one of the best people to ever even be around. Don't sell yourself short. Always go for what you want."
Now I suppose that a year later, I wanted to meet my family. I wanted to know them. But most of all, I wanted to know why I was feeling all of these emotions now. I swore to myself that I would never let myself get consumed by what I was feeling, not after what had happened.
Three days after my father had given me his one request, I awoke like any other day. But it was to the sunlight peeking through the window. Usually, he would have shaken me awake. I slowly pushed myself off of my bed and onto the cold floor. Something had happened. I wasn't sure what but I knew that it would be big. I carefully tread the way to my father's room, although there was no apparent reason to be cautious. He had always kept his door cracked so that if he heard me in one of my agonizing nightmares, he could awaken me. I pushed the door in, only to see him. Lying. Face up. I looked in his face for minutes on end for some sort of sign of life. But nothing.
I rushed over to the bed to find that he was cold. All of the covers and sheets were over him but he was cold. I couldn't hear his shallow breathing or his heart beating. I shook him. Nothing. I knew now what he had been trying to tell me. He wanted to warn me but in ignorance I didn't listen. Now I was kneeling by the side of the bed, sobbing and praying for him to wake up and say that it was all a mistake. But he didn't. I became hysterical. I was pacing, then running around screaming the words that consumed my mind. "Why, God, WHY?!" I had never been so completely hurt in my entire life. My body went numb and I collapsed by one the long rectangular walls of our family room. Just as I felt I was going to die, I heard a chuckle. Slight and arrogant. It chilled me and made me sick inside, more than I had felt previously. I lashed out angrily "Who is here?! Tell me!" I stood up and saw something. It was a mirror that had seemed so regular before. But now I stared into it to see someone else staring back at me.
Though she looked exactly like me, she was dressed quite differently. I was in my long sleeved shirt and pants of faded black. My hair was tied up. I was wearing my flat-heeled work shoes. But she. She was dressed in an extravagant black gown of some sort, one that dipped down to reveal pale snowy skin. It looked sharp in it's color and was ragged in an intentional way. She was standing on heels that added to her height quite a bit. Her hair was down but was styled so that it stood up a bit.
"Angry aren't we? I can see someone has finally tapped into all of that power you hide," she said while smirking an evil grin. To my surprise, she stepped out of the mirror and close to me. I could see her clearly now. What captured me were her eyes. They were a cold steel blue that flared with an intensity that I had never seen in myself before.
I stepped back, only to retort, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
She only chuckled a bit and her smirk grew in size. "You don't recognize me? Allow me to introduce myself then," she said, raising her finger so that it was pointing directly at the center of my throat. "I'm you. Well, the other half of you." She stopped for a second to see my bewildered look. I didn't know how to react. She sighed. "Let me explain. I'm guessing your father never told you of how he found you and why he adopted you." I stepped back yet again, only to have her step forward slightly. I nodded. "He was a seer, one who has premonitions. He knew what his goal was. To find the 'child with the curse of the immortal.' He saw you in a dream and then found you." I looked at her blankly. Curse of the demon? What was she talking about?
"Anyway, 5,000 years ago there was a demon. One who destroyed empires and spread evil all around. She converted many a man to sin. That was me." I didn't see the connection. If that was her then why was she telling me this? I saw her mover her hand slightly to produce a book, a large book that seemed to appear out of fog. She handed it to me. "Put your hand over the top of it and you will be guided to your part in all of this." Before I knew it, she had taken my hand and placed it where it needed to be. I looked down to see it opening and revealing thousands of pages of writing. It turned to one that read "The Queen of All Demons." Under it was a rather long entry. I began to read.
"During the reign of kings, there was one with a soul of pure darkness. A woman who had been selected to receive the honor of becoming a demon. She did well, to her court's expectations. She conquered many peoples but then disappeared. This was after she had journeyed to her former home of Egypt. According to many subjects of the pharaoh, she had tried to conquer but to no avail. The pharaoh sealed her within a 'Millenium Item', knowing that she would be reincarnated in the next life with a soul. Until then, no one will ever meet with her power."
I was shocked. Still, I didn't see how this affected me. She then spoke, knowing that I was done reading.
"This is the next life. You are the reincarnated soul. I am your demon half. Until now I was trapped within your mind. But this was only until you felt a moment of pure hate, of pure anger and rage."
"You're lying you stupid bitch!" I screamed. I had never used that term before in my life but now it seemed as though things began to feel familiar between her and I. "I don't lie. Not to you. I need you. See, you have set me loose in this realm. Now, the proper thing to do is to merge us together."
"No. I refuse to let you control me with your hurt and anger. I may be but a soul to you but I have the actual physical body."
"Very well then. Spend an eternity by yourself. Never leave these walls and I will gladly retreat into the hollows of your emotions. But believe me, now that father is dead and gone, you can't be alone. It will be too much for you. Then your 'soul' will be destroyed. Then I can take control of my body. That will be it. You'll be out of the way and I will be free to do what I please."
I looked her in the balls of ice she called eyes. There was no joke in what she said. I begrudgingly walked up to her and said "Fine. Let us be joined. But I swear to-" I wasn't sure what I was about to say. I was going to say Ra for a second but I didn't even know who that was.
"Don't worry. We'll be in partial knowledge of the past. It will all make sense soon enough." After she said that, it was if she disappeared into the air around me. Then I realized, the black fog she had turned into was entering into me. I fell to the floor in pain. But it was only for a second. I looked at myself afterwards. I was dressed like she was. But my mind felt different. I knew everything that had happened, only from her point of view as well. I could go into what she was feeling but that would take hours. All I knew at that moment was that I would never be alone again.
I now realized that Yugi and I had arrived at the game shop. I shivered at what I might come to find in there. Whether that be the rage I felt against Yugi or the love that I had missed for so long, I needed to know.
What had I just gotten myself into? I didn't know what to say to him when he was looking at me about to cry. But some small part of me wanted to go meet my family. I suppose it was the part of me that never quite got over being alone. But I wasn't alone. Not after she came. I guess it all happened a year ago.
I remember those last few days as clear as yesterday. My father was having one of his coughing fits, so naturally I rushed over to help him. He had never been treated a day in his life for his condition, but he knew. He knew that it could only be lung cancer.
My father was a gifted man. He knew things would happen before they actually occurred. He was always successful in his business, grossing over 1.7 billion altogether. Always being a minimalist himself, he didn't want to have an over abundance of goods. He kept most of his money to use for later instances. Then he adopted me. It was his power, his voice inside telling him that I was "chosen" and needed a guardian. But years after, he grew sickly. That's how it got to be where it was that day.
"It's okay, father," I said to him, guiding him towards one of the few chairs we had. "Sit down and I'll get you some water."
"Katarina, thank you. You're always so good to me. Promise me you'll stay pure." I gave him his glass of water, helping hold it up so that he could drink deep. "Father, I can't promise. It's not the truth. I don't know what will happen today, tomorrow, or the day after. I could lose myself one day and even if it were for just a second, I'd be breaking my promise to you. You deserve better than that."
By then his fit was past and he was sitting up, looking me straight into my eyes. "Kat, I'm dying. You can't prevent it. You can't slow it. It will come to pass soon. Be ready. And don't mourn for me or feel sadness and pain for me when I perish. Be happy and free with yourself. And don't be afraid to accept who you are. Please, if you can promise me that you will try to do this, I will die a happy man."
"Don't speak like that!" He was unnerved by my outburst. I calmed myself down. "You're not going to die so don't talk like you are. I won't have it. But if it will make you happy for the moment, I will try to."
"Kat, don't think that you're not good enough. Ever. You are one of the most compassionate, beautiful, hard working, easy to talk to, and one of the best people to ever even be around. Don't sell yourself short. Always go for what you want."
Now I suppose that a year later, I wanted to meet my family. I wanted to know them. But most of all, I wanted to know why I was feeling all of these emotions now. I swore to myself that I would never let myself get consumed by what I was feeling, not after what had happened.
Three days after my father had given me his one request, I awoke like any other day. But it was to the sunlight peeking through the window. Usually, he would have shaken me awake. I slowly pushed myself off of my bed and onto the cold floor. Something had happened. I wasn't sure what but I knew that it would be big. I carefully tread the way to my father's room, although there was no apparent reason to be cautious. He had always kept his door cracked so that if he heard me in one of my agonizing nightmares, he could awaken me. I pushed the door in, only to see him. Lying. Face up. I looked in his face for minutes on end for some sort of sign of life. But nothing.
I rushed over to the bed to find that he was cold. All of the covers and sheets were over him but he was cold. I couldn't hear his shallow breathing or his heart beating. I shook him. Nothing. I knew now what he had been trying to tell me. He wanted to warn me but in ignorance I didn't listen. Now I was kneeling by the side of the bed, sobbing and praying for him to wake up and say that it was all a mistake. But he didn't. I became hysterical. I was pacing, then running around screaming the words that consumed my mind. "Why, God, WHY?!" I had never been so completely hurt in my entire life. My body went numb and I collapsed by one the long rectangular walls of our family room. Just as I felt I was going to die, I heard a chuckle. Slight and arrogant. It chilled me and made me sick inside, more than I had felt previously. I lashed out angrily "Who is here?! Tell me!" I stood up and saw something. It was a mirror that had seemed so regular before. But now I stared into it to see someone else staring back at me.
Though she looked exactly like me, she was dressed quite differently. I was in my long sleeved shirt and pants of faded black. My hair was tied up. I was wearing my flat-heeled work shoes. But she. She was dressed in an extravagant black gown of some sort, one that dipped down to reveal pale snowy skin. It looked sharp in it's color and was ragged in an intentional way. She was standing on heels that added to her height quite a bit. Her hair was down but was styled so that it stood up a bit.
"Angry aren't we? I can see someone has finally tapped into all of that power you hide," she said while smirking an evil grin. To my surprise, she stepped out of the mirror and close to me. I could see her clearly now. What captured me were her eyes. They were a cold steel blue that flared with an intensity that I had never seen in myself before.
I stepped back, only to retort, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
She only chuckled a bit and her smirk grew in size. "You don't recognize me? Allow me to introduce myself then," she said, raising her finger so that it was pointing directly at the center of my throat. "I'm you. Well, the other half of you." She stopped for a second to see my bewildered look. I didn't know how to react. She sighed. "Let me explain. I'm guessing your father never told you of how he found you and why he adopted you." I stepped back yet again, only to have her step forward slightly. I nodded. "He was a seer, one who has premonitions. He knew what his goal was. To find the 'child with the curse of the immortal.' He saw you in a dream and then found you." I looked at her blankly. Curse of the demon? What was she talking about?
"Anyway, 5,000 years ago there was a demon. One who destroyed empires and spread evil all around. She converted many a man to sin. That was me." I didn't see the connection. If that was her then why was she telling me this? I saw her mover her hand slightly to produce a book, a large book that seemed to appear out of fog. She handed it to me. "Put your hand over the top of it and you will be guided to your part in all of this." Before I knew it, she had taken my hand and placed it where it needed to be. I looked down to see it opening and revealing thousands of pages of writing. It turned to one that read "The Queen of All Demons." Under it was a rather long entry. I began to read.
"During the reign of kings, there was one with a soul of pure darkness. A woman who had been selected to receive the honor of becoming a demon. She did well, to her court's expectations. She conquered many peoples but then disappeared. This was after she had journeyed to her former home of Egypt. According to many subjects of the pharaoh, she had tried to conquer but to no avail. The pharaoh sealed her within a 'Millenium Item', knowing that she would be reincarnated in the next life with a soul. Until then, no one will ever meet with her power."
I was shocked. Still, I didn't see how this affected me. She then spoke, knowing that I was done reading.
"This is the next life. You are the reincarnated soul. I am your demon half. Until now I was trapped within your mind. But this was only until you felt a moment of pure hate, of pure anger and rage."
"You're lying you stupid bitch!" I screamed. I had never used that term before in my life but now it seemed as though things began to feel familiar between her and I. "I don't lie. Not to you. I need you. See, you have set me loose in this realm. Now, the proper thing to do is to merge us together."
"No. I refuse to let you control me with your hurt and anger. I may be but a soul to you but I have the actual physical body."
"Very well then. Spend an eternity by yourself. Never leave these walls and I will gladly retreat into the hollows of your emotions. But believe me, now that father is dead and gone, you can't be alone. It will be too much for you. Then your 'soul' will be destroyed. Then I can take control of my body. That will be it. You'll be out of the way and I will be free to do what I please."
I looked her in the balls of ice she called eyes. There was no joke in what she said. I begrudgingly walked up to her and said "Fine. Let us be joined. But I swear to-" I wasn't sure what I was about to say. I was going to say Ra for a second but I didn't even know who that was.
"Don't worry. We'll be in partial knowledge of the past. It will all make sense soon enough." After she said that, it was if she disappeared into the air around me. Then I realized, the black fog she had turned into was entering into me. I fell to the floor in pain. But it was only for a second. I looked at myself afterwards. I was dressed like she was. But my mind felt different. I knew everything that had happened, only from her point of view as well. I could go into what she was feeling but that would take hours. All I knew at that moment was that I would never be alone again.
I now realized that Yugi and I had arrived at the game shop. I shivered at what I might come to find in there. Whether that be the rage I felt against Yugi or the love that I had missed for so long, I needed to know.