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"IDIOT! YOU'RE WORSE THAN A SHE-BOY! HOW THE ****EN HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO USE YOU WHEN YOUR MIND IS DEAD?!?!" I smiled, watching the colors swirl around me. I felt like I was flying; with a bunch of little people waving up at me form the ground. One of them was shouting, but I ignored him, stretching through the air. I felt..happy. I actually felt happy. I laughed aloud to the puny world below, all my troubles a tiny dot in the distance. Everyone should do this, it's so fun! Fun is what this is..and fun is this. I giggled insanely, my head lolling. Another figure shouted up at me in awe, "Whoa man, that was a real whiff!" as I soared even higher. I nodded dumbly, agreeing with them. What. A. Whiff.
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"Ryou. Ryou? Are. You. OK."
I laughed and said, "Blah."
I heard a smack, and a small tingling pain came from my cheek. I faltered in my flying, falling a bit back down to earth. I struggled to keep happy, pain couldn't reach me here. Just for reassurance I said again, "Blah," and it was still funny. I soared higher, my smile widening.
"Ryou, wake up. Wake up NOW."
Nah.
"BAKURA RYOU, SNAP OUT OF IT!" A few seconds of silence. "Why did you do that to yourself? What kind of an idiot-" ouch "-are you, she-boy?" I wasn't so happy any more. I tried saying Blah again, but it came out as a question. "You've been dead for hours, idiot. I can't use you if you don't WAKE UP!"
Fine, I shall sleep forever more, then.
"Why, oh why?" Another slap. "You can't be THIS depressed." Then, a grumble under his breath, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have beat you so much." Louder, now, "I keep forgetting how weak-willed you are."
Was he actually sorry for what he did to me? His voice had a twinge of regret it in, possibly even sorrow. His hand moved to the back of my head, lifting it off the ground and onto his lap. Why? "Because otherwise it looks like I've killed you, DOPE," he said, his mind entangled in mine. I hadn't even noticed it. He's so subtle. No matter how much I hated to think it, I admired that.
I blinked, and a blurry form came into a recognizable shape that looked like me. "Mirror, Mirror," I whispered. To stare up at myself in such a state that I now lied in, the exact flesh and bone that I carry, is to feel a lurch in the stomach, a very unpleasant, fearful one filled with reality.
Some words were uttered, and then the pavement slammed against my head. I drifted off, again, just weary and tired beyond all reason, feeling dead and hopeless. After years had faded into seconds and seconds into decades, the sky fell. Lurching from the ground, I sputtered at the ice-cold water dripping from my hair and lashes. Two pairs of feet were planted by my side, my eyes moving up to embrace a plastic cup dangling from his hand, still dripping. I spat out the water gathered in my open mouth, shaking my mane.
"UP YOU GO!" Yeah, I'm up, bastard.
A/N: GTG Sleep..Review, please.
"IDIOT! YOU'RE WORSE THAN A SHE-BOY! HOW THE ****EN HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO USE YOU WHEN YOUR MIND IS DEAD?!?!" I smiled, watching the colors swirl around me. I felt like I was flying; with a bunch of little people waving up at me form the ground. One of them was shouting, but I ignored him, stretching through the air. I felt..happy. I actually felt happy. I laughed aloud to the puny world below, all my troubles a tiny dot in the distance. Everyone should do this, it's so fun! Fun is what this is..and fun is this. I giggled insanely, my head lolling. Another figure shouted up at me in awe, "Whoa man, that was a real whiff!" as I soared even higher. I nodded dumbly, agreeing with them. What. A. Whiff.
(; | ;)
"Ryou. Ryou? Are. You. OK."
I laughed and said, "Blah."
I heard a smack, and a small tingling pain came from my cheek. I faltered in my flying, falling a bit back down to earth. I struggled to keep happy, pain couldn't reach me here. Just for reassurance I said again, "Blah," and it was still funny. I soared higher, my smile widening.
"Ryou, wake up. Wake up NOW."
Nah.
"BAKURA RYOU, SNAP OUT OF IT!" A few seconds of silence. "Why did you do that to yourself? What kind of an idiot-" ouch "-are you, she-boy?" I wasn't so happy any more. I tried saying Blah again, but it came out as a question. "You've been dead for hours, idiot. I can't use you if you don't WAKE UP!"
Fine, I shall sleep forever more, then.
"Why, oh why?" Another slap. "You can't be THIS depressed." Then, a grumble under his breath, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have beat you so much." Louder, now, "I keep forgetting how weak-willed you are."
Was he actually sorry for what he did to me? His voice had a twinge of regret it in, possibly even sorrow. His hand moved to the back of my head, lifting it off the ground and onto his lap. Why? "Because otherwise it looks like I've killed you, DOPE," he said, his mind entangled in mine. I hadn't even noticed it. He's so subtle. No matter how much I hated to think it, I admired that.
I blinked, and a blurry form came into a recognizable shape that looked like me. "Mirror, Mirror," I whispered. To stare up at myself in such a state that I now lied in, the exact flesh and bone that I carry, is to feel a lurch in the stomach, a very unpleasant, fearful one filled with reality.
Some words were uttered, and then the pavement slammed against my head. I drifted off, again, just weary and tired beyond all reason, feeling dead and hopeless. After years had faded into seconds and seconds into decades, the sky fell. Lurching from the ground, I sputtered at the ice-cold water dripping from my hair and lashes. Two pairs of feet were planted by my side, my eyes moving up to embrace a plastic cup dangling from his hand, still dripping. I spat out the water gathered in my open mouth, shaking my mane.
"UP YOU GO!" Yeah, I'm up, bastard.
A/N: GTG Sleep..Review, please.