Butterfly - A YuGiOh fanfiction by Naki
Warnings: Cursing, and most likely, excessive violence.
Disclaimer: ...You know what I'm fucking going to put here, so don't ask. Okthxbai. =)
Naki: I was drinking Cranberry juice, so you know how I came up with the title for this chapter. x3. Note that this chapter will be in Seijuu's POV untill I say otherwise.
~~ CHAPTER TWO - Cranberries ~~
I can't belive I did that. I actually killed someone. Then again, the fucker deserved what he got. But now where do I go? Home? I'll get such a scolding if I go there. I can feel myself choking on some tears, but I hold them back in, refusing to show how bad I felt. I look down, glancing at my bloodied hand for a long time. With a glare, I bring my hand to my face and lap the crimson liquid off of my hand untill it is all gone.
Cursing to myself, I glance up at the sky. It is later in the afternoon, and clouds of dust and sand sprinkle into the air. The sun blazes unmercifully down, and I let out a sneeze. Mother always said if you glance at the sun, you would sneeze, and that theory was always right on my part. I then went wide-eyed. Mother! She was probably worried sick about me, and the longer I stayed out, the harsher my punishment would be. So, running as fast as I could, I ran in the direction of our small house, but I was abruptly halted by a band of the Pharaoh's trademen.
They were carrying large caskets of wine, baskets of fresh bread, and one certain barrel caught my eye. The barrel contained the most beautiful red and white berries I had ever seen! I could smell them from my position. They were so good-looking, and I longed to taste one. Then, I noticed some of the berries were falling out of the overloaded keg. Giggling, I carefully snuck up to the trademan that was carrying the casket. He was too busy to noticed, so I snatched a couple that were falling, and quickly escaped the scene, snickering, and popping a berry victoriously into my mouth. And, oh, it was the sweetest thing I ever tasted. It was tangy and ambrosial. Deciding I would save the rest of the berries, I stuffed them gingerly into my pocket with grin.
I skipped the remaining distance home, satisfied with my new stash of berries. As I finally reached my adobe home, I opened the door to find my mother, who was waiting patiently by the door with a relieved smile. She looked like she was crying! I'll admit, even though she was firm when I talked back to her, she was kind otherwise. She jumped from her water reed-made chair, hugging me.
"I was so worried about you, Seijuu." she sobbed, tightening her embrace on me. "I had heard there had been a quarrel at the temple. Are you hurt?" she asked, inspecting me for any cuts or bruises. I shook my head in a "no" and wormed my way out of her grasp, sitting down on my stool and picking up a book. My mother knew how to read too. She was former priestess to the pharoah, and she learned as she grew up, then she taught me. I became good at it, and I even started to write the characters I saw in the books! It was then my father suggested I should be a scribe. Unknown to me, a squabble was going on outside. I heard scared screams, and clucking of hens, but I ignored it, bieng too interested with my book.
Soon, an exhaused man barged into our house, knocking down our mahagony wood door. He seemed to have scratches all over him that were dribbling with blood and this odd neon-green liquid oozing out from the wounds that seemed to freeze the blood. The man was gasping for air through failing lungs and he held an arm up to my mother, begging for pity, and causing my mother to glare at him, but she softened her glare and pat the man softly on the head. At first she thought the man was fiegning, but she knew when people were on the verge of dying, so she picked up the man and quickly ran him upstairs and onto our guest room bed. I followed intently, wanting to see what had happened to the man. Mother examined the stranger's wounds, her eyes widening at the severity.
"They have to be snake bites." she whispered, getting a flask of her own special medicine and slowly dripping the liquid onto one of the man's wounds. I jumped when I heard something sizzling, apparrantly, my mother was suprised as well. "It's...not a normal poison." she said in shock. "The medicine is supposed to eat it away, but it is still there. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, sir." she stated, putting up the flask. "I'm sorry."
I just stood there, completely bamboozled. I thought she could heal anything! How could there be something that she coulden't?!
The man suddenly went wide-eyed as he gagged and choked his last, then he froze, his pale face showing complete horror. The last thing that happened was the same green, mixed with blood, ooze dripped down the side of his wide-open mouth. He died right there in front of me. I felt pity for him...
...Even though he was a stranger...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Naki: WOO! CHAPTER TWO IS FINISHED! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I'M HIGHLY ENTHUSED TO WRITE CHAPTER THREE, SO EXPECT IT SOON! 333
Seijuu: I'm such a pansy when I'm young. ;-;
Naki: It's okay, aibou. *Patpats.*
Warnings: Cursing, and most likely, excessive violence.
Disclaimer: ...You know what I'm fucking going to put here, so don't ask. Okthxbai. =)
Naki: I was drinking Cranberry juice, so you know how I came up with the title for this chapter. x3. Note that this chapter will be in Seijuu's POV untill I say otherwise.
~~ CHAPTER TWO - Cranberries ~~
I can't belive I did that. I actually killed someone. Then again, the fucker deserved what he got. But now where do I go? Home? I'll get such a scolding if I go there. I can feel myself choking on some tears, but I hold them back in, refusing to show how bad I felt. I look down, glancing at my bloodied hand for a long time. With a glare, I bring my hand to my face and lap the crimson liquid off of my hand untill it is all gone.
Cursing to myself, I glance up at the sky. It is later in the afternoon, and clouds of dust and sand sprinkle into the air. The sun blazes unmercifully down, and I let out a sneeze. Mother always said if you glance at the sun, you would sneeze, and that theory was always right on my part. I then went wide-eyed. Mother! She was probably worried sick about me, and the longer I stayed out, the harsher my punishment would be. So, running as fast as I could, I ran in the direction of our small house, but I was abruptly halted by a band of the Pharaoh's trademen.
They were carrying large caskets of wine, baskets of fresh bread, and one certain barrel caught my eye. The barrel contained the most beautiful red and white berries I had ever seen! I could smell them from my position. They were so good-looking, and I longed to taste one. Then, I noticed some of the berries were falling out of the overloaded keg. Giggling, I carefully snuck up to the trademan that was carrying the casket. He was too busy to noticed, so I snatched a couple that were falling, and quickly escaped the scene, snickering, and popping a berry victoriously into my mouth. And, oh, it was the sweetest thing I ever tasted. It was tangy and ambrosial. Deciding I would save the rest of the berries, I stuffed them gingerly into my pocket with grin.
I skipped the remaining distance home, satisfied with my new stash of berries. As I finally reached my adobe home, I opened the door to find my mother, who was waiting patiently by the door with a relieved smile. She looked like she was crying! I'll admit, even though she was firm when I talked back to her, she was kind otherwise. She jumped from her water reed-made chair, hugging me.
"I was so worried about you, Seijuu." she sobbed, tightening her embrace on me. "I had heard there had been a quarrel at the temple. Are you hurt?" she asked, inspecting me for any cuts or bruises. I shook my head in a "no" and wormed my way out of her grasp, sitting down on my stool and picking up a book. My mother knew how to read too. She was former priestess to the pharoah, and she learned as she grew up, then she taught me. I became good at it, and I even started to write the characters I saw in the books! It was then my father suggested I should be a scribe. Unknown to me, a squabble was going on outside. I heard scared screams, and clucking of hens, but I ignored it, bieng too interested with my book.
Soon, an exhaused man barged into our house, knocking down our mahagony wood door. He seemed to have scratches all over him that were dribbling with blood and this odd neon-green liquid oozing out from the wounds that seemed to freeze the blood. The man was gasping for air through failing lungs and he held an arm up to my mother, begging for pity, and causing my mother to glare at him, but she softened her glare and pat the man softly on the head. At first she thought the man was fiegning, but she knew when people were on the verge of dying, so she picked up the man and quickly ran him upstairs and onto our guest room bed. I followed intently, wanting to see what had happened to the man. Mother examined the stranger's wounds, her eyes widening at the severity.
"They have to be snake bites." she whispered, getting a flask of her own special medicine and slowly dripping the liquid onto one of the man's wounds. I jumped when I heard something sizzling, apparrantly, my mother was suprised as well. "It's...not a normal poison." she said in shock. "The medicine is supposed to eat it away, but it is still there. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, sir." she stated, putting up the flask. "I'm sorry."
I just stood there, completely bamboozled. I thought she could heal anything! How could there be something that she coulden't?!
The man suddenly went wide-eyed as he gagged and choked his last, then he froze, his pale face showing complete horror. The last thing that happened was the same green, mixed with blood, ooze dripped down the side of his wide-open mouth. He died right there in front of me. I felt pity for him...
...Even though he was a stranger...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Naki: WOO! CHAPTER TWO IS FINISHED! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I'M HIGHLY ENTHUSED TO WRITE CHAPTER THREE, SO EXPECT IT SOON! 333
Seijuu: I'm such a pansy when I'm young. ;-;
Naki: It's okay, aibou. *Patpats.*