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Seto: Ha! You sound like that stupid robot from Short Circuit! Hahaha!
CS: You, of all people, have seen Short Circuit?
Seto: *blushing* No...of course not...
CS: Uh-huh...right, just hurry and do the disclaimer.
Seto: CS does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. But she does own Crystin.
Chapter 2: Imaginary
The day passed uneventful; lunch was the same radioactive goop it always is, and Algebra was the same mixture of numbers and symbols that it always has been. For Yugi and his friends, the "fun" was just beginning. When the final bell rang, the whole group met at their after school meeting place, the flagploe.
"Hey, d'you guys wanna go to the park after school? I hear there's gonna be a talent show of some sorts," Joey asked the group of friends. Bakura looked at the ground, and shook his head, "Wish I could Joey, but my father's coming back from his business trip tonight, and I need to clean house. He'll have a fit if the house is messy when he gets home." With that, Bakura headed off in the other direction, waving to the group as he hurried home.
"Well, how about you guys?" Joey asked.
"I'm game," Yugi replied. Tea, Tristan and Serenity agreed; they had nothing better to do. Serenity, who was a younger than the others, had joined up with the group after school. After Battle City, and Noa's creepy virtual world, the protagonists all wanted to be normal kids for once. Going to the talent show in the park seemed like a great idea.
When the group arrived at the park, they saw that all of the seats that had been set up for the event were full, and that the show was about to begin. The group decided that standing was there best option at this point. Gathering at the back of the "auditorium" the group quieted as they heard the very first song begin to play. It was "She Bangs" by Ricky Martin. The group waited anxiously for the lyrics to begin, and immediately wished they hadn't. The boy singing it, he couldn't be older than nineteen, was horrible. As if his singing wasn't bad enough, his dancing was...undescribable. Halfway through the song, he was booed off the stage, and was escorted out of the vicinity by guards, who easily caught anything thrown at the young man. The group rubbed their sore ears, and tentatively turned back towards the stage, where the curtain had been closed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are truly sorry for that last display of lack of talent. If you choose to leave the staff will understand, but I suggest you stay, for we have a very pretty girl who is a remarkable singer here right now. So please, put your hands together for the beautiful...Saphira!" As the curtain drew back, the gang squinted to get a better look at the young singer. What they saw surprised them. Standing on stage was none other than the hot tempered beauty, Crystin Jones, dressed in a pair of black pants, a dark blue top that looked as if it was torn apart by rabid dogs, and a black pendent hung around her neck. Her hair fell around her face softly. A haunting tune filled the air as she smiled darkly.
Ohhhh...
Paper flowers...
Ohhhh...
Paper flowers...
I linger in the doorway
Of alarmclock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos
Your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The Goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
Ohhhh...
Paper flowers
Ohhhh...
Paper flowers...
As the song faded away, the team stood speechless as the young girl walked off stage. This was a new twist. Not only was the mysterious girl beautiful, she could sing great too. Yugi was puzzled. He spoke to Yami telepathically.
/This girl seems a bit too perfect, don't you think, Yami?/
//Yes, Yugi, we should keep a close eye on her. She seems familiar.// This remark puzzled Yugi even further. /Well, she was the new girl from this morning. Is that where you saw her?/ Mentally, Yami shook his head. //No it's farther back than that. Maybe she's from my past.// A lightbulb went off in Yugi's head. /Do you think she has another Millennium Item?/
//Yugi, all the Millennium Items have been found, you know that. The only thing I could think of was that she has a similar item.// Yugi left Yami to simmer in his own thoughts, and walked with the group to the Game Shop. Joey and Tristan were arguing about who would be privileged enough to go on a date with her, and Tea was trying futilely to tell them that she didn't seem to be their type. When they arrived at the Game Shop, Yugi said goodbye to his friends as they went their separate ways.
"Hey Grandpa!" he said as he walked into the shop. His grandfather was just closing up. "Hello Yugi, how was your day?" Yugi sighed as he plopped his backpack by the door. His grandfather chuckled, "You can tell me about it while you help me close up." Yugi nodded and traveled to the back to help his grandfather. As they worked, Yugi had time to tell the old man about the mysterious girl, and how his Yami seemed to know her. "You know, Yugi, many people believe that, for a spirit to live within a hikari, there has to be an object for it to reside in until it finds the right host." Yugi's eyes widened. "So that means that you don't have to have a Millennium item to have a Yami?"
The older Moto nodded. "There has to be an item, such as a necklace, or another object, for the spirit to stay in. It's usually an article of jewelry, and is mainly made out of a precious metal or rock, since they can last for centuries. It does not have to be a Millennium Item, those were made specifically to contain the dark magic of the period. If the spirit does not have any magical powers, which is highly doubtful, since it takes great magic to be able to possess an item after death, or if they lived in a different time frame than the legendary Pharaoh, then they wouldn't have to be in a Millennium Item." Yugi sighed. "That's a lot to digest Grandpa. I guess we'll have to talk to her tomorrow, won't we?" The elder nodded, "Yes, that would be wise. See if she carries anything important looking, and ask her about it. But be careful, I don't want you running off on another adventure so soon." Yugi stretched and yawned. "I'm getting tired Grandpa, see you in the morning."
As Yugi headed up the stairs, the grandfather watched him. 'I sure hope he'll be careful.'
Please remember to R/R! The next chapter should be up pretty soon. I don't own the song Imaginary, it belongs to Evanescence.
Ciao!
~crimsonsongbird~