NOTE: ok, I'm really sorry, maybe I should have said this earlier, but
these people's ages are as follows: Marrik: 18, Yugi 15, Tea 16, Duke 16,
Tristin 16, Serenity 15, Bakura 16, Seto 16, Fyre 16, Mokuba 13. I think
that's all, just put questions in reviews. If new characters appear, I'll
put notes about them either at the end or near where they are first
mentioned.
Sorry again, I just realized that I know where the scene changes are, but it's only because I wrote this thing. From now on, scene changes will be marked with ~~~'s.
"So, we've basically grown up together until about, oh, five years ago. Then our lives took different paths, I started beginning not to be able to control my Rod's spirit, and something was offered to her, some place, rank, whatever and she took it. It totally shattered my heart when I learned that she wouldn't be able to even talk to me, or any of her other friends, for years. I loved her even way back then. She was the only girl I ever let steal my heart. When she left, I made sure that I would only ever love her, no one else would steal my heart the same way. She could get me to say or do almost anything. If she told me to go jump off a pyramid, I may very well have done it. My sister and brother loved her too, but not the same as me. She was like a sister to them. I remember when I first learned how cold she could be. The Pharaoh, Yami's father decided that having Fyre marry Yami would be a wonderful idea. Fyre hated the idea. She and Yami were friends, but there was not way that they could ever love each other like that. She turned to the goddess Isis. I thought she was God- touched, and Ishizu thought the same. My brother Odion thought we were slightly crazy, but he had to admit that we were right after the night Fyre spent in the Temple of Isis. She came out changed. She wasn't herself. Her emotion only showed through her eyes, and they changed color to show how she felt. So we had to learn to read her eyes, learn what the different colors meant. She never smiled, laughed, and was not ever joyful again. Now she still hasn't lost whatever Isis did to her."
"Wow," Bakura whispered. "That's pretty well, tragic."
"Yeah, live together for years, then suddenly go separate ways just because of some little political thing?" Tristin asked.
"It wasn't particularly little," Yami told him. "Neither of us wanted to get married, and definitely not to each other. Marrik's right. We were just friends."
"Well, wait a minute," Yugi started. "Didn't you say at one point that you were in love with someone a while back?"
Yami blushed. "Yeah, I did love her, but that was only after she and I decided that we weren't going to let our parents marry us. It hit me really suddenly, and I realized what I had lost. That's when I realized that I did love her as more than a friend."
Fyre listened to the conversation of the group. She's hit the stop button a while ago, when Marrik had started talking. She was still skating like there was music, but now the only music she heard was the few measures of her piece that were racing in her head. She didn't bother to say anything, not even when Marrik had finished. He was one hundred percent correct, in each little detail. She knew that once Yami had loved her, and that Marrik still did. She had known that she was touched by the Great Gods from the moment she had first entered the Temple of Isis as a young girl. Isis had done nothing but show her the way to being who she was this day. The goddess had taught her how to seal her emotion away, behind a stone mask. A heritage trait had helped, the changing of her eyes. It was the Fairian blood in her that had suddenly given life to this new way of living. Fairian-born children were able, once the Queen Goddess chose to allow it, to change their eye color. Fyre had been able to do hers since she was only seven. Her eyes were different, she knew. Isis herself had said it. Fyre's eyes could change to not only different colors, but varying shade of color as well. It was a trick, learning how to read her eyes. Many people would die to have her eyes turn purple when she looked at them. However, in a Fairian ceremony she had given up the emotion of love, so no one would have her eyes turned to them when her eyes were purple. She had to relearn to love, if she chose. Now she didn't even know what the word meant. It was just something to get in the way of life. As far as Fyre was concerned, having someone who loved you was irritating. They would hang on you and slow you down. They'd freak if you did anything dangerous. That meant no love life for a certain 16-year-old red-gold haired, cold hearted, blue-eyed girl. Fyre could care less. Love was a pain.
"I can't believe that they pitched homework at us already," Joey grumbled as they took off their skates. "It's not fair."
"Well, if you would stop complaining and just get it done, then that would solve all your problems now wouldn't it?" demanded a voice.
Joey looked up to see Fyre leaning on the rail, talking to Kaiba.
"How would you know?" he asked.
"Well, the only homework I have is this project for alchemy that Seto and I have to do," Fyre told him.
"Well, aren't you special?" Tristin said sarcastically. He was still mad about the spell.
Fyre ignored him, and she and Kaiba kept talking about the project.
Outside the rink:
"So, what were you two talking about?" Tea teased Seto.
"You people are really weird," he told her. "Our alchemy project, what did you think?"
"Hey, you never know," Serenity defended her friend. "Plus, we do know what you were talking about. I mean, there is no way that she is more than another girl who goes to our school. At least not to you."
Kaiba sighed. "Were either of you there when she said the whole thing about compliments?"
Serenity looked very confused. "No, what did she say?"
"That she hate all compliments, good or bad about her looks."
"Yug' here thinks that falling for her counts as a compliment," Tristin grumbled.
"It does," said Fyre from behind them. "That's one that I'll never talk to you again if I find out. I don't care if there is punishment for not talking, I still won't."
"You're so nice and forgiving," serenity told her.
"Thanks," Fyre told her in the same voice.
"Hey, are you sure that you don't wanna come to the carnival with us?" Joey asked.
"Sorry, busy," Fyre told him.
"Say, you said that you were a bit of a duelist and tech person, right?" Kaiba asked her.
"Yeah," Fyre nodded. "I haven't dueled in ages though. I mean, my deck has been sitting collecting dust for almost three years, so I really don't know how good or bad I am."
"Probably good as ever," Marrik commented. At everyone's confused looks he explained, "She learned from the top duelist in Egypt when she was younger."
Fyre glared. "Someone smack him."
"Now that's not nice," Tea pointed out.
"Well, it's no nicer than me," Fyre told her. "Now, I have to go, so I'll see you later."
Sorry again, I just realized that I know where the scene changes are, but it's only because I wrote this thing. From now on, scene changes will be marked with ~~~'s.
"So, we've basically grown up together until about, oh, five years ago. Then our lives took different paths, I started beginning not to be able to control my Rod's spirit, and something was offered to her, some place, rank, whatever and she took it. It totally shattered my heart when I learned that she wouldn't be able to even talk to me, or any of her other friends, for years. I loved her even way back then. She was the only girl I ever let steal my heart. When she left, I made sure that I would only ever love her, no one else would steal my heart the same way. She could get me to say or do almost anything. If she told me to go jump off a pyramid, I may very well have done it. My sister and brother loved her too, but not the same as me. She was like a sister to them. I remember when I first learned how cold she could be. The Pharaoh, Yami's father decided that having Fyre marry Yami would be a wonderful idea. Fyre hated the idea. She and Yami were friends, but there was not way that they could ever love each other like that. She turned to the goddess Isis. I thought she was God- touched, and Ishizu thought the same. My brother Odion thought we were slightly crazy, but he had to admit that we were right after the night Fyre spent in the Temple of Isis. She came out changed. She wasn't herself. Her emotion only showed through her eyes, and they changed color to show how she felt. So we had to learn to read her eyes, learn what the different colors meant. She never smiled, laughed, and was not ever joyful again. Now she still hasn't lost whatever Isis did to her."
"Wow," Bakura whispered. "That's pretty well, tragic."
"Yeah, live together for years, then suddenly go separate ways just because of some little political thing?" Tristin asked.
"It wasn't particularly little," Yami told him. "Neither of us wanted to get married, and definitely not to each other. Marrik's right. We were just friends."
"Well, wait a minute," Yugi started. "Didn't you say at one point that you were in love with someone a while back?"
Yami blushed. "Yeah, I did love her, but that was only after she and I decided that we weren't going to let our parents marry us. It hit me really suddenly, and I realized what I had lost. That's when I realized that I did love her as more than a friend."
Fyre listened to the conversation of the group. She's hit the stop button a while ago, when Marrik had started talking. She was still skating like there was music, but now the only music she heard was the few measures of her piece that were racing in her head. She didn't bother to say anything, not even when Marrik had finished. He was one hundred percent correct, in each little detail. She knew that once Yami had loved her, and that Marrik still did. She had known that she was touched by the Great Gods from the moment she had first entered the Temple of Isis as a young girl. Isis had done nothing but show her the way to being who she was this day. The goddess had taught her how to seal her emotion away, behind a stone mask. A heritage trait had helped, the changing of her eyes. It was the Fairian blood in her that had suddenly given life to this new way of living. Fairian-born children were able, once the Queen Goddess chose to allow it, to change their eye color. Fyre had been able to do hers since she was only seven. Her eyes were different, she knew. Isis herself had said it. Fyre's eyes could change to not only different colors, but varying shade of color as well. It was a trick, learning how to read her eyes. Many people would die to have her eyes turn purple when she looked at them. However, in a Fairian ceremony she had given up the emotion of love, so no one would have her eyes turned to them when her eyes were purple. She had to relearn to love, if she chose. Now she didn't even know what the word meant. It was just something to get in the way of life. As far as Fyre was concerned, having someone who loved you was irritating. They would hang on you and slow you down. They'd freak if you did anything dangerous. That meant no love life for a certain 16-year-old red-gold haired, cold hearted, blue-eyed girl. Fyre could care less. Love was a pain.
"I can't believe that they pitched homework at us already," Joey grumbled as they took off their skates. "It's not fair."
"Well, if you would stop complaining and just get it done, then that would solve all your problems now wouldn't it?" demanded a voice.
Joey looked up to see Fyre leaning on the rail, talking to Kaiba.
"How would you know?" he asked.
"Well, the only homework I have is this project for alchemy that Seto and I have to do," Fyre told him.
"Well, aren't you special?" Tristin said sarcastically. He was still mad about the spell.
Fyre ignored him, and she and Kaiba kept talking about the project.
Outside the rink:
"So, what were you two talking about?" Tea teased Seto.
"You people are really weird," he told her. "Our alchemy project, what did you think?"
"Hey, you never know," Serenity defended her friend. "Plus, we do know what you were talking about. I mean, there is no way that she is more than another girl who goes to our school. At least not to you."
Kaiba sighed. "Were either of you there when she said the whole thing about compliments?"
Serenity looked very confused. "No, what did she say?"
"That she hate all compliments, good or bad about her looks."
"Yug' here thinks that falling for her counts as a compliment," Tristin grumbled.
"It does," said Fyre from behind them. "That's one that I'll never talk to you again if I find out. I don't care if there is punishment for not talking, I still won't."
"You're so nice and forgiving," serenity told her.
"Thanks," Fyre told her in the same voice.
"Hey, are you sure that you don't wanna come to the carnival with us?" Joey asked.
"Sorry, busy," Fyre told him.
"Say, you said that you were a bit of a duelist and tech person, right?" Kaiba asked her.
"Yeah," Fyre nodded. "I haven't dueled in ages though. I mean, my deck has been sitting collecting dust for almost three years, so I really don't know how good or bad I am."
"Probably good as ever," Marrik commented. At everyone's confused looks he explained, "She learned from the top duelist in Egypt when she was younger."
Fyre glared. "Someone smack him."
"Now that's not nice," Tea pointed out.
"Well, it's no nicer than me," Fyre told her. "Now, I have to go, so I'll see you later."