BookDragon: 0_0 "Oh shit! I never expected this to get this far!"
Bill: "It's longer than your last story."
BookDragon: "On with the story I guess."
Chapter 12: Daydream Library
Ann stood frozen, eyes flickering with rapid thoughts, while she held the door of her mind shut, wondering if it was such a good idea to open it. She knew whatever was behind it that it was familiar with not only her but even the most precous of her dreams and fantasies, which could be extremely bad. Since that she could be boycotted and trapped into the own part of her mind. Crazy? Yes, but hey, anything could happen. And that was an other point. _Any_ thing could happen. So far out in this thoughts she barely noticed the other entity( if it was even that) was making that clock noise as if it was only giving her a certain amount of time.
"Tick-Tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock …BBBZZZ!" Ann shot back to life when the door knob furiously started to giggle and twist franticly under her sweaty palms. All the while she was breathing hard trying to keep her grip from slipping as her foot carefully paced itself onto the frame of the door as the other slightly muffled voice started at her again. When she deicded to let the door come open she let her grip slip when suddenly out of no where a peach colored hand flew out and grabbed it and slammed the door shut hard. Ann turned to Bill, who know was also exploring inside her head at the moment (for the right moment at least), amazed.
"No?" She asked him. He shook his head firously and suddenly had his arm jerked violently from the other side of the door.
"No."
"Oh COME ON! Let me out! You can't expect to keep _ME_ in here." The voice protested on the other side. Bill looked at it confused a moment but kept the door tightly shut.
"Who the HELL are you?!" Ann asked, trying to look and sound confident in front Bill to make sure she wouldn't worry.
"That is what I wish to speak to you about SILLY! But it is not safe in that part of your mind, now if you would just open this door-"
"Why? How do you know who I am? How can you know about the Code?! How can you know!?!" Suddenly the door knob stopped it violent fit with an erriy silence.
"Why…Is that Bill?" His eyes flashed wide with shock.
"Billyboy, Open the door." Bill blinked but held the knob with the strongest force in him.
"Where's Ammon?" Ann asked.
"I left him a message on our answering machine…the mind one…yeah I know it sounds weird but it works… I don't think he's gonna be back to check it for a while…" Bill told Ann hurriedly, almost getting his arm ripped off with a server pull from the knob again. He shouted a couple of curses and kept the door completely shut.
"What should we do until then?"
"You should open the door."
"SHUT UP!" Bill shouted at the door with a furious kick at the end. That was something he would regret. The door's fit broke and two very loud bangs exploded on the other side, enough to send a 'get the hell out of here vibe' up Ann's spine as a loud voice bellowed into her ears painfully.
/ENOUGH OF THIS MOCKERY. OPEN THE DOOR/ Ann's eyes where sent up with water as Bill took his hand back from the door with such speed she had never seen before, tucking it into his arm pit as he screamed. The door was left to slowly creak open to engulf them in the light that usual poured out when she entered, and there was standing someone Ann had seen before, but only vaguely. Being portaited as black a few moments for a moment she thought she was dreaming that weird fog filled room dream again, only to have it pulled out from under her as the light slowly lit her up. She was Ann's height. Probably because she looked just like her. Her hair was straight and dripping on the wood floor of the door entrance, making small puddles, as she stared at them with a slightly angry but reliefed face on. It was her face, her nose, her mouth, her eye brows…but her eyes were different. Brown orbs with cuts of gold, very pretty on her face. Her clothes were dry, a silky long blue sweater with a pair of fluffy black pants, and deep dark green thick hunter socks meet the floor. Ann's heart sank to the worst thing she had been expecting; an other one of her doubles.
Those curiously deep eyes took a small glance at Bill but stared at Ann with all their fullness, somehow starting to beam at her with some kind of unknown pride Ann had never had such a pleasure to see. It didn't help her opinion of her other double however. She flinched as the new self embraced her in a strong bear hug and lifted her steadily off the ground, Ann eyes widened with horror at her strength. She was twirled around for a brief moment, feeling much like she was five again, and was placed lightly on her feet with strong arms still wrapped around her shaking body; she was terrified. Her other other just smiled, a bit of her mother's smile that Ann could plainly see, but her eyes seemed to be glowing and taking all of her in, making this more of an aquared moment instead of a terrifying or joyous one. The girl sighed, a brief puff of air, and started a small giggle.
"If only you could know how much I will treasure this moment." She took a deep breath into her lungs and slowly let it loose, beaming with such pride Ann was almost afraid of.
"…Who are you?" Her voice croaked, for the finally time. She smiled and let her go at the fright in her tone.
"You shouldn't be afraid of me…well not as much as you are…come. We have many things to discuss…bring Billyboy will you?" She started away into the door calmly without looking at Bill, who looked very much like a corpse with the lack of color, and left the door hanging open.
"Bill are you alright?" Ann asked him with a quizzaled moment, looking at his hand in his arm pit a bit considered, and glancing at the door every few seconds. Bill was slow to reply.
"…I think I am…I got all my fingers at least…" He slowly took it out and looked at the red spread on his palm rather disgustedly.
"God. She burned my hand…oh." The red started to disappeared rapidly as Bill was said that and her voice sung its way back to them.
"Think nothing of it Billyboy. Sorry, I just lost my temper." Ann started curiously at the door, knowing Bill was staring at her. He was probably wondering what she was going to make of this situation. She would be going. There were just so many questions she had to ask, that even needed to be answered. The first question has to begin now.
"Are you coming Bill?" He hesitated, flexing his hand and thinking hard.
"you're inviting me into your dreams? Sure you want to do that?"
"It's not like I got a choice. You do." Another pause.
"What do you think are doing?" Bill asked.
"Wondering what the hell is wrong with us. That's what I'd be doing."
"Should we wait for Yami or Ammon to show up?"
"Nah. They'd probably do the same thing." Ann answered.
"…Then let's go." He shifted toward the doorway.
"Oh. Um…It may be a bit hectic in there…so if you tell anyone about this I will personally have to kill you." Bill shurged.
"We all have your secrets." He disappeared into the light. Ann slowly shook her head, not quiet believing this was accually happening, and stepped in side.
The place was huge. Ann was a bit surprised at how large she had made it, or even how she could have made it. If you accually entered the doors of her memories, they wouldn't flop and flow out of the room, they would probably be seen as a hall of tv screens. But this room was different, since she made this room to begin with she personally contained them, probably because she felt they were extremely embarrassing. She portated them each as a book to contain them, which most of them originated from anyway. So, naturally, this place was constracted to be a library. It was contructed in a circular spiral, why she wasn't sure, probably because she had seen it in a movie or something and thought it correct. The spiral went what seemed like forever upward and forever downward, which didn't surprise her, it had to last her whole life, even went she became an adult. Let's face it, they still have their fantasies. And even if this place was somehow forgotten, it would still have to exist because they were part of her childhood memories, and that was just a part of life. The door she entered opened to the middle of this spiral, or around the middle she guessed, she thought she was probably on level five or six, maybe. Hopefully.
Ann felt both lost and familiar with this place. She was taken back, and almost fell back at the beauty of it. The dim golden sense of light came from the never ending ceiling above, shinning down the large circle opening down to the grayed bottom, over the black iron railing that fenced in the curcular ramps leading both up and down, allowing access to the shelves upon shevles of booked daydreams lining the walls on the door side of the massive room. The shelves were built of chestnut wood, unlike the door, which was made of only maple. They were dully polished and gleamed a reddish brown tinge to the widdled wood with spirals looking much like symbols. The floor was wooden, oak most likely, down and up, all of the ramp and was extremely polished, to reflect the light into all the cracks.
"I didn't know you decorated so fashonably." Bill remarked with a large smirk on his face, leaning over the edge of the twisting jet black rail, to see both down and up.
"I didn't either." She told him with an awed voice, which sprung an amused look on his face at her.
"Where do you think…she…ran off to?" Bill asked, a bit worried, but trying to be fearless, making Ann want to crack up.
"I don't know, probably reading…" As if on cue she appeared right in front of them, a giggle coming into their ears like the volume on a computer getting turned up. She looked at them through a pair of oval shaped reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, with laughing eyes and a cocky grin showing a row of white teeth. She held a paperback turquoise book in her small ghostly hand, opened in the middle and having a bent spine in sevral places.
"Glad you could join me." Her grin was speard a larger smile, cheerful and almost comforting. She looked back to the book and dog eared the left page and quickly slammed the book shut, making Ann flinch, and continue to watch the girl's eyes swish and dart around the room and to the book. Then she took a deep breath and took the pair of glasses off, showing a beaming pair of brown-deep yellow eyes at Ann yet again.
"I love your library. What a unique collection of characters and interesting plots, best place to spend a rainy day. I like the way you think. But then, I made you that way." Ann and Bill looked at each other sideways and turned back to her a bit nervous.
"Who are you?" Those treebark brown sun golden eyes blinked again at Ann's question.
"I am you. You're me. We're one in the same Ann. Except there is a small difference. I just am the original. You and your/our doubles are based on me/you. We are all based on each other and not just on me. This isn't over your head is it Billyboy?" He shook his head vigously no. There was no need to ask Ann, I mean they were practically twins, no reason to ask yourself if you get something or not.
"…are you god or something?" Her original immeidately sent her head up and started cackling with a scrunged up face like someone just told a hiliarious joke, making Ann and Bill take a step back with some surprise and let her laugh it out. It took her a few moments to get over it and look at them seriously again with blushed cheeks.
"Of course not. I said I was the original. Yes I may have thought each of you up, Ann, but that doesn't mean I excactly created you, sure I say I made you, but it's not really the same thing."
"Oh."
"What should be call you then?" Bill asked her with a flat tone. Her look tossed to him quickly, kind of unfriendly but giving him respect all the same.
"…Call me…Calendae. It means first in Latin, just to tell you it's not my real name. I'm not allowed to say you my real name I'm sorry to say." That made sense.
"Okay…Calendae…why aren't you allowed to say?" Ann asked. Calendae wagged her index finger at her like she was a naughty child.
"Now that too is off limits, Sorry Ann, be glad I can even come at all to help you."
"Help? With what?"
"With Kakra you big silly. I have to be there to see the fight qwell. It's part of my job to sort out this matter of myself battling my self."
"Why would you do that?" She asked her, feeling sort of babied but grateful that she could relate to someone like herself for once. Calendae paused a moment, much like Ann does when she doesn't know how to answer something.
"…would you save yourself from danger?"
"…maybe." That caused a weird look toward Ann by Bill. Calen nodded understandably.
"Yes, I know what you mean. It's all in here, all around you. It's one of the flaws created to make you different, it's something I'm not so familiar with, it's guilt?" Ann nodded.
"Yes. It's all in the books…shall we go?"
"Go where?" Calendae grinned widely and grabbed one of those wheeling laders they have in those very tall libraries that just suddenly appeared there, why not? It was just her mind anyway. She placed a careful footed sock on it and held on tight when it took off, laughing as her hair swept in the created wind as she went to her left…down. Bill looked at her then to Ann questioningly and found her getting on another lader.
"Coming Bill?" She asked him almost cheerfully.
"Where are we going?" He asked a bit timidly.
"…Down." Ann kicked off the lader and started going left, leaving Bill his own to follow her if he dared, as it slowly picked up speed to the fake gravity she had created with the moving air and wind.
"WATCH OUT! I'm coming too!" And she was sure Calendae heard her, but so did everyone else standing around her on the sidewalk back in her body, with Bill's hand clasped on her motionless shoulder as Kaiba shouted into his cell phone that he needed to talk to Ammon now. Bakura was busy calling Yami at the hospital on a payphone he found down the street. It would be a few minutes before they could get there, something about a fight with Joey and Marie, he couldn't tell exactly what about but it sounded serious, so he hung up and started back. Hoping they would be back to normal at some point soon. Probably because he was sure they were being watched. And it felt like his other. They were so close to them. They would come soon.
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