I'm Still Dreaming
Chapter Three
Jonouchi lay, half conscious, in his bed, a blanket pulled up to his chest. His breathing was raspy, yet steady, which meant he should wake soon from his unconscious-like state. He moved the tiniest bit, and continued to sleep. Mazaki Come checked the readings on a machine, then made to leave. She stopped for a second as she felt a slight chill.
"Hmmm?" She said, turning, her clipboard resting against her breasts. She raised an eyebrow, then ran over to the far windows.
Securing them, she frowned, wondering where the chill was coming from.
"Whatever," she said, leaving the room. "I wonder if Anzu has found out yet..." she closed the door, leaving it open the tiniest bit, then went off down the hall, handing the clipboard to someone else.
Jonouchi turned onto his back, his eyes still closed. A freezing wind came tearing through the room, waking Jonouchi abruptly. He moaned, and looked over to his left, where the cool feeling had come from. His eyes widened in surprise and fear.
A young girl was standing next to him, fixing his blanket. Jonouchi took a sharp breath. The girl stopped, and looked up.
"Oh!" she gasped. Her voice was high pitched, yet somewhat melodic, as if her singing voice would be incredible. She positioned the indigo shawl draped over her shoulders, and turned to Jonouchi. She leaned over him, her arms on either side of his body. She placed a finger on his lips. She was wearing a long, plaited skirt that rached her sandaled feet. A top like a tankini was wrapped around her chest, a golden necklace lying on her collar bone. It seemed to be attached to the top of the tankini. Dark, thick blood was the only color her pale complextion shone. It was running down the left part of her face and down her left arm. An arm band was around her right arm, and a strange tattoo was on her stomach; it looked like the symbol of Ra. She smiled kindly down at him.
"Jono," she said, brushing hair out of his face. Jonouchi blinked, surprised. He had never been called 'Jono' before. The girl placed two fingers on his forehead. His eyes became unfocused, and his body went rigid. In a fleeting flashback, he saw the young woman, the paleness gone from her face and her skin, (minus the blood) looking very healthy and happy, her cheeks bright pink, flower petals caught in her hair. A soft wind was blowing and a large coutryard was displayed. Pulling that ever-annoying indigo shawl tighter around her shoulders, she closed her eyes. She said softly "I love him, that's why.... Jonoaeyeh." She turned completely to face him, and someone in the background caught his eye until he noticed the headpiece she was wearing.
It went low, right over her forehead, all the way down to the bridge of her nose. It was gold, and very thick, and, carved right in the center, was the Eye symbol that decorated all the Sennen Items. It was the same piece that Mou hitori no Yugi wore in the past. The one that marked his leadership and his ties to the Royal Family.
And then he noticed the person running in the background, wearing the same headpiece.
It was mou hitori no Yugi.§
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"It's probably the most famous legend ever!" Anzu shouted, right into Honda's ear. Honda rubbed the side of his head, frowning.
"You don't have to yell, you know," he said, wincing. Anzu glared back at him.
"Well, you don't have to be so naive," she muttered. She looked at the book in her arms. She shivered as a cool breeze blew by. Her bare legs were frozen. (They hadn't gotten uniforms for the winter yet.) Her skirt only reached mid way down her thighs, and was made of a very light material. Her winter skirt was thick and heavy, and reached her knees. And she had leggings she was supposed to wear. But she had grown over the past year, and she needed a new one. The two were standing in the lobby of an office building. Honda shrugged.
"Why are we here again?"
"We are here to see Isis, smart one," Anzu snapped back. She made a quarter turn to slightly face Honda, and turned the book to him. "Listen, Honda, this ghost has been seen in Japan. She was seen right here in Domino. That must mean something!"
"I still dont get why we're here for something we could look up online," Honda said, crossing his arms. "And why'd you hafta bring me?" he added. "Why didn't you bring Yugi or someone?"
"Because you and I are the only ones currently in the city," Anzu started, stressing the last part of her sentence when Honda opened his mouth "who have nothing to do with Yugi's past. And, if I'm right, this girl is from Yugi's time. Or around that time, at least." She gazed at her book, then opened it to a bookmarked page.
"Look at this, Honda. It's the ghost of a girl who has been roaming around Egyptian cities for years. Yet, she suddenly shows up in this city-- There has to be some connection!" Honda bit his lip.
"How do we know--" he started, when he was suddenly interrupted.
"Miss Mazaki Anzu? Mr. Honda Hiroto?" the receptionist started, "You may now take the elevator to the eleventh floor. Isis Ishtar is waiting for you."
"Thank you," Anzu said, snapping her book closed. The two gratefully climbed into the elevator, out of the freezing, out-door waiting area.
"Who ever designed this office should be fired," Honda muttered, warming himself up. He rubbed his arms until they passed the ninth floor, when he took off his jacket. Anzu's legs were beginning to warm up when they reached the eleventh floor.
Stepping into the hallway was like being transported into some sort of strange ancient culture world. Relics, paintings, statues, and the like from what looked like hundreds of ancient cultures decorated the place. On many of the office doors, the name of the person (or persons) was stated, then the country they specialized in. Anzu took off her jacket as well, for it was very warm up here. And very busy. People were chattering in a large room with many computers, comparing notes and other things, running down the hallways, and opening and closing doors to private offices. Nearly everyone seemed to be ina rush, and nearly all the office doors were open.
"So..." Honda started, looking around. "Where are we gonna find Isis on this hectic floor?" Anzu looked out across the way, to where she could see the lobby behind a large, long glass wall. She stared at the rest of the floor as they ran around, carrying things and talking. The large computer room seemed to be where they all met, since it was in the center.
"She's around somewhere...." Anzu said, when someone came up behind her. He tapped her shoulder.
"AAIIEE!" Anzu cried, turning quickly. Before her was a tall man, with long blonde hair in a ponytail. He took a step back, surprised, then regained his footing again.
"I'm sorry, miss," he started. "I didn't mean to startle you." Anzu was shaking, but she smiled. Where the hell have I seen this guy before? kept on crossing her mind. He looked young, maybe a little older then Isis, and his face looked very kind and gentle. He was a little taller then Honda, who was just short of six feet.
"I heard you talking about Isis," he said.
"Yeah, know where she is?" Honda asked. He felt at ease with this man, like he almost knew his nature. The creepy feeling of dejavu took over his mind, as if he was in this situation before.
"Yeah, I work with her," he said, smiling. "I think she's expecting someone. Come on, follow me." The man led them throug the large maze of people, pausing every so often to exchange a word with someone, then continue. They finally reached an open door that had the words Egyptian Society printed on the door. The man knocked on the door. Anzu peered inside, and gasped. It was probably the largest office out of all the ones they have seen. The entire back wall looked as if made of glass. Honda's eyes went wide. A desk was situated in front of this wall. Another desk was through a door into another room, slightly smalled. The name printed on the nameplate on the front of the desk said: Kishimoto Mahaado. Something clicked in the back of Anzu's mind....
"Isis?" the man said, startling Anzu out of her thoughts. Isis Ishtar came from aback corner, folders in one arm. They seemed to be spewing papers. Her hair was pulled back, but right now it was falling out of its holder, a pen was in her mouth, and her jacket was half on.
"Uhhh...." the man started, then laughed. Isis smiled, then managed to toss the pen with her teeth so it landed on her desk. She shut s drawed of the filing cobinet shut with her bare foot, and set down the folders. She took her hair down, and it fell in front of her face. She lifted her head, brushing the hair back behind her ears. She put her jacket on the back of her chair, leaned on the side of the desk. She was wearing a tanktop that was a creamy-whiteish color, and it was decorated with hieroglyphs around the neck. She had a long skirt the same color with gran and gold frills haging off the bottom. She was breathing heavily.
"Isis, was Coronowe right?" the man asked. "Did you really run down the hall just because you were looking for that folder? In that outfit? That's amazing," he added as Isis nodded.
"I have visitors," the man said, gesturing to Anzu and Honda.
"Oh, yeah," she said, smiling brightly. She sat on the edge of her desk, and motioned for them to come in. The office was a mess, and everything else decorating the place really didn't help at all. The man went through the doorway into the other office as the phone rang, and picked it up.
"Well," Isis started, "hello." She sighed, pushing her hair back.
"Hi, Isis-san," Anzu started. "Umm, I was wondering...."
"First," Honda interrupted, "Who's that?" he pointed to the man, who was currently writing something very fast on a piece of paper. He looked excited.
"Him? That's Maho," Isis said, shaking her head. "He's a total scatter brain, but he's very talented in literature and languages. He can interrpet dreams as well, and he knows many different languages." She nodded towards the door. It finally hit Anzu and Honda why he sounded so strange; he was speaking in French.
"I was wondering why he was not making any sense at all," Honda said, smiling a little. "Is he your partner?"
"Yup," Isis said. "Good ol' Maho."
"Well," Anzu said, "I was wondering if you knew the legend of 'The Indigo Girl'." Isis seemed startled.
" 'The Indigo Girl'?" she said. "Well, of course. What kind of person who works with ancient cultures doesn't?"
"I don't!" Maho yelled from the other room, hanging up the phone.
"Shut up, Mahaado," Isis called back. "You're not important."
"Hey!" Maho yelled playfully, throwing a wad of paper at Isis. It bounced off her shoulder.
"Why don't you go do something?" she called into the room. Maho stood up, a folder in his hand.
"Maybe I will!" he said, walking over to a door. He opened it, walked through it, then shut it again. A muffled sound came from inside as he dashed out again.
Isis had burst into giggles, along with Anzu. Honda just smiled.
"You see, Isis Ishtar," Maho started, closing the door behind him as he entered Isis's office, "That was a display of trickery. Why do they put a closet where a door should be?" He ran out of the room, shrugged, then took off into another direction
All three were laughing hysterically now.
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A young woman was speaking to someone, trying to get directions to someplace.
"Why can't you just tell me, dammit!" she sputtered, scaring the person she was talking to.
"I-it's confidential, I--"
"Oh, just shut up," the woman said, and rolled her eyes. She looked at what was ahead of her, and smiled. The dark piece of string that was hidden under her jacket that was around her neck began to vibrate. She pulled a small card out from under her jacket. It could only be the size of a Duel Monster card, and it was shaking. Very fast a jerk-like, as if it were having convulsions. The card was made of solid gold, and was completely blank on both sides. The woman stared at it intently, as if waiting for something to happen. Her long, dark braid moved in the wind, billowing up and around. It was so long, it could probably be used as a whip. Her spiky bangs fluttered on her forehead, and she pushed them away without thinking. Her stark blue eyes looked very cold, and very somber, as if she hadn't known happiness for a long, long time.
The woman stared hard at it, narrowing her eyes. If she didn't look so angry, she could have been someone who could bring you great comfort. And she freakishly looked a little like mou hitori no Yugi.
Suddenly, she gasped, a sly smile spreadin across her face. Blood seemed to spurt out of the edge of the card, and it flowed down onto the smooth, shiny surface. It flowed into an odd position, curving and connecting, fading away where the picture meant to have open space.
It had formed an eye shape. The blood started glowing, brighter and brighter, and flashed very quickly and suddenly, blinding the woman. She yelled out in pain, rubbing her eyes feverishly. She opened them slowly, little blinding dots appearing before her.
"Damn," she murmered, wiping her eyes some more. She looked down at the card, and forgot about the flash. The eye shape was now etched into the gold, and looked as if it had been etched there for a long while.
"Perfect," the woman muttered, holding it up. Grey clouds covered the sky. She smiled, and put it back around her neck. Her jacket, which looked more like a cloak then anything, swished noisly as she turned. The park was darkening, and a chilled breeze blew by. The woman shivered. Suddenly, light, white flakes of snow started to fall. The snowfall from the other day had pretty much melted, and this snow was just as light. She held out her hand, and pulled off her black, leather glove. Her long fingers caught the snow, and she made a sound almost like a giggle as it melted on her finger tips.
"Snow," she said, then laughed a little. "Of course. The countries in the north have frozen water in the winter that falls from the sky. Japan is one of those countries." She watched it fall around her. It almost sparkled as it fell around her. It kept getting caught in her hair.
"Now I know why Brother would want to stay here," she said, twirling around. Her long, black dress flared out underneath her cloak, giving her a witch-like impression. She slipped her hand back into the glove. The young Egyptian woman brushed the snow off her face. The snow that melted slid down her copper-colored skin, making it shine. The woman stood there, looking at the frozen lake.
"Brother..." she whispered. "I am coming for you...." The lovely nature she just had had faded. Her ideas came back into her mind, the idea of getting her brother out of this country and back where he belonged. With her. Her jealousy and hatred for Sennaniakah grew strong again. And she set out, her Sennen Item swaying, and the care-free, loving girl was gone.
Anzu, Honda and Isis had ceased laughter by now. Anzu was now holding the book again, and, in her mind, was wondering why Maho had been flirting with their friend. She held the book out to Isis. Isis pushed the book back to Anzu.
"So, you came to find out about the Indigo Girl, huh?" Isis said.
"Yes," Anzu answered. Isis smiled.
"About time."
"Huh?"
"Remember when I mentioned how you, dear Anzu, had much to learn about your past?"
"On the Battle Ship? Kinda…"
"Well…. You are about to learn about a young woman who changed one certain Pharaoh's life… Forever."
"How does she really mean anything to me?"
"Because…. You, my dear….. You are her reincarnation."
The book dropped to the floor.
Well…… I feel so unloved! *sobs* nah juss kidding. Im basically juss putting this up now for my own amusement. I dunno. I like the way the chapters look and everything. Well, if youre confused, lemme write the rest of it, and HOPEFULLY you will become unconfused. I read a book like this once. I didn't get ANY of it until like chap ten but it was really interesting so I kept going. (anyone who cares it was those strange MYST books: The book of T'iana and the book of Atrus. READ THEM SOMETIME!) nway
Dun dun DUNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! Evil cliffhangers! It would have gone on, except I haven't written that far yet…. Moving on…. Yesh ANZU has something to do with the Pharaoh! If you haven't already figured it out….
Shibby-One