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A/N: A lots of you crazies asked me about all neat twists and turns this fic is beginning to take. Some of you may be confused at the sudden change of atmosphere. I will answer some questions and reveal one thing that will happen.
First, I'm going to tell you about the sudden change of atmosphere/the side plot. When I started this fic it was going to be a gushy romance, then Amane came into play and that's where all the supernatural stuff is permeating from . . . So from this point on I declare this fic to be romance/supernatural. There will be some more humor but I'm afraid that if I put in too much it will ruin the story, that and I'm REALLY trying to end my Yu-Gi-Oh! Phase of writing with a KABOOM!!!
Lots of people are asking me, "I know who the ghost is!" "Who the hell is that ghost stalking Malik!?" Or, "Why aren't you kissing my as- anus!?" Peoples, you are most likely going to be surprised on who the ghost is, so if you want to play "Guess the Ghost" feel free to do so. If you'd like I may make it a contest. All the stuff, as confusing as it might be, will come together soon. If anyone is confuzzled tell me. I WILL reveal one thing. Later on in the story Malik will get hurt really badly. My lips are sealed on how and when.
CONTEST WINNER: The grand prize winner is Bishonenz Angel. You win a one-shot fic centered on your character of choice.
The answer to the contest was, "Xenosaga". Which has a hot android babe, Kos Mos as a main character. If you didn't win this contest, don't fret. I have a few more on the way.
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
For you, I would Crossdress
By Tat Claire Kokoro
Chap. 6 Bridge of Dreams
/Today when the summer thrush Came to sing at Heron's Nest I crossed the Bridge of Dreams/
- (I forgot who wrote it. All I know is that it's pretty and I don't hold any rights over it.)
Since mom died I was able to see things people normally didn't see. My sister though saw ghosts all her life. They were as normal an occurrence as seeing living people . . .to her. Amane would chatter to the spirits while cooking, cleaning . . .everything. She communicated with ghosts more than she did the living.
When I started to sense things it started out with my ears. Their talk was all over the house, so if I wanted to escape the voices... it wasn't possible. After the voices came the prick prick feelings on my back and soon all these senses combined and I saw what my sister did.
It made me sick. This was what my sister was forced to see every day and night. Death. Now I understood why she adopted the dullest, saddest expression I ever saw. The way the ghosts made me sick had nothing to do with their appearance. They weren't natural; it didn't matter if the prick prick running down my spine was from a peaceful, violent, or gruesome ghost. I still wanted to shut my eyes and pray to God or Goddess . . .whatever powers that be above. I prayed to not see, to not hear, and to not speak to the ghosts.
Usually when it came to this, when I began praying with sobs in between, my sister would pick me up. "Why are you crying, Ryou-chan? It is perfectly natural, very common to see spirits." Then I would cry louder, disappointed, but mostly angry that Amane didn't understand.
I nibble on my lip, my hands held snug in my pockets (I changed into male clothing, the bag from where I bought the clothing swinging around my arm, holding the black dress and wings). I flinched under the harsh darkness, it was once in the morning, the streets weren't a safe place to be at this time. I'm also thinking about the ghost I felt tonight. It'd been so long since I saw or sensed the presence of any ghosts. After Amane passed away, I, in fear of seeing her as a ghost, forced myself to ignore the presence's lurking around. Many months later I succeeded. My link to that awful world torn away. I planned on keeping it that way.
Unfortunately, I'm hooked back up to that world. But what could have caused me to see things again? Did the spirit stalking Malik have such strong 'unfinished business' that I couldn't help but notice it? Whatever the reason, I'm slightly distressed but mostly angry because I can see past the River, Styx . . . again.
I stop in front of an alleyway and sigh. This is the only way to my house. Hopefully, I don't run into a gang or a supernatural creature through here. That would be too cliché . . .and not very fun.
Relief washes over me when I see the familiar face of my neighbor, Yumi, who is walking in my direction. Her expression is bright, on the verge of glomping me, but she calmly holds back. "Hey, how's it been?" She asks, sweetly smiling.
"Um. ..Fine."
She walks closer to me, "It's strange. We're neighbors, yet we haven't seen each other in forever." She suddenly, and without any awkwardness, leans on me. Her breath lingers on my neck, demanding a similar reaction from me. A minute passes with no response to her flirting. Agitated, she presses her lips against my cheek.
"Yumi-san, I enjoy being your friend . . ."
She pulls away, but not before pressing her nails into my sensitive skin. Yumi glares, her slanted eyes shrinking to the point that they are slits. With feral grace she walks past me, trying to regain her composure, her pride. I watch her leave in this state, absentmindedly looking up and down her body, then nearly jump from what I saw.
A foxtail waving from under her skirt. "Kitsune-tsuki ("possessed by a fox"). . ." I whisper under my breath.
Yumi comes to a halt. Obviously she heard me. Foxes have great hearing. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she walks towards me, her arms outstretched.
" 'Behold! His hair shines like that of the moon, silver and is as starched as corn. He hunches his back, only able to see his aged feet seeping into the dust . . .' And they laughed, they mocked their God of creation and light . . ."
My mind began to wake hearing the beginning of this tale. I tried my best to pick up more words, to know who was telling the story. Their voice was familiar, foreign, and lush. But their tone was serious, demanding me to understand the story when it would come to its end. With my half awake mind, I took in portions of the story as they were whispered in my ear . . .
". . .Ra of course was furious at the humans. He helped their crops rise, he kept them from growing cold, and he created them! Yet the beings he helped were selfish and rude towards him . . ."
. . .I crossed the Bridge of Dreams. . ."
" ' They have took me for granted.' Ra muttered, he knew the humans deserved punishment, but one not so harsh. He still pitied them. Nun told him he should smite them all. Ra would shake his head, 'no, it's inhumane.'
" Still, Nun pestered him, assuring him the humans would quickly beg for mercy when the true suffering hadn't yet fallen upon them. Ra sighed, not wanting to do it with his own hands he asked Sekhmet. And so, she descended with her lion headed mask . . ."
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"Sekhmet took the lives o the sick and elderly first. She pitied humans too, and decided to kill the ones whose pain was too great . . ."
/Screams erupted throughout the city and beyond the Nile. My hear skipped a beat. Nepthys' veil (or illusion) draped in front of me. Unaware of what happening, I wondered if I would be among those screaming. That fear evaporated with an abrupt silence. I told myself it was just a tomb robber, receiving punishment. The screams being women observing and the tomb robber himself./
"But Sekhmet found the blood intoxicating. The smell, the taste, the way it fell from the victims' veins was amazing. And she soon found herself immersed in the red liquid, searching for more . . ."
/I shrugged and went back to what I was doing. I walked on the way to the temple, planning to give my offerings and bore the Gods and myself with my prayers. This way, an everyday task to start the morning, yet as ordinary as it was, I was nervous. The screams I heard minutes ago were nagging at me.
I kept shaking my head to rid the thoughts, instead I would end up with my hair in my eyes. More dread started to fill my head. Thoughts like, 'don't go that way! It's dangerous!' or 'hide!' spun around my head and badgered me.
Still, I kept going. I was just being paranoid. A trait I have carried since my childhood. I took another step, then stopped when I heard a soft splash and felt a wet, sticky feeling envelope, my foot. I cautiously looked down at what I stepped in. All I could see was a red puddle, swallowing my foot. Ahead of me was more of the familiar fluid, and it's owners all sprawled across the street. Most of them dead, some halfway there, the remaining still awaiting the fate of death. I gulped. In the back of my mind I knew this was my undeniable fate.
Humans, of course, will do anything to survive, despite the fact that death is right in front of them, waiting. I held back my set of screams and turned heel, running so fast my heart could barely keep up. The cries of people rang in my ears again and became louder and closer. My curiosity told me to look behind me, and without a thought, I did look. That's when I stopped.
Before I could focus on the chaos surrounding me, I felt a chill down my spine. Suddenly, a great force slammed my fragile, mortal body to the sands. I could feel it's claws digging into my throat, it's saliva sliding down my cheek, and it's eyes boring a hole into my soul. Scared, I opened my eyes to see a lioness on top of me. She gave a proud roar, and then stared at me, a smile seemed to play on her mouth, faintly revealing lethal fangs stained with blood.
The lioness raised her head, which turned into a mask and the rest of her body human. Without haste, she lifted the mask from her head, revealing lapis lazuli colored hair reaching past her shoulders. Her hair framed her oval face and almost hid her outlandish eyes. Which was a deep blue, with flecks of gold around the pupil. It faintly reminded me of the sun against a blue sky.
I was all at once dazzled, and frightened. I quivered under her weight, under her sweaty body, and under the influence of an adrenaline rush. I knew who she was, but I couldn't bring up the courage to utter her name or anything else. She drew her face close to mine and smirked. Her breath stank of copper.
I watched her carefully, trying to hatch a spur of the moment scheme for escape. At the same time I surrendered, you can't deny the fate a God decides to give you. When her hands wrapped around my throat, I closed my eyes and fully surrendered./
My eyes snap open and my body jumps. I wake up to my thundering heart and sweat coating my body. I take a deep breath, regaining my calm. I fall into the soft, creamy sheets, then realize I'm not in my bed and certainly not in my room.
I note the covers are a lavender shade contrasting with silver and the pillows the fluffiest I've ever felt-like a cloud. The room itself is foreign to me, it feels ancient and smells like . . .Malik.
I slip out of his bed, my eyes wander around, investigating my surroundings. I glance at the curtains, noticing a pile of rubble. Before I snoop I look back at the door, asking myself if this is wrong. Well . . .yes, it is but I've been doing things I shouldn't lately.
I bend over, pulling the curtain away from the pile, which is actually an old, miniature alter, cast away and vandalized. The head of the goddess Isis is missing from her body. I reach my hand to pick it up-.
"Don't." Malik creeps up behind me, his voice makes me jump and I immediately stop what I'm doing.
"Why-." I mouth.
Malik turns away, coughs, and quickly changes the subject, "What happened to you in the alleyway?"
"What do you mean?!" I blurt out, then suddenly remember my encounter with Yumi.
"I found you collapsed in the middle of the alleyway surrounded by foxes." His violet eyes flash over me, "when I shooed them away, I checked your pockets. Your wallet is missing."
My hand fumbles through my pockets, Malik was right . . .that I was robbed. "Did you see a bag with clothes in it?"
He shakes his head, "No. What's more important is your wallet. Did you have anything important in it? Credit cards or Identification?" I tell him no, only money. What I don't tell him is I DID actually loose something valuable. My sister's clothes were in that bag.
I look at the calendar. My eyes widen when I realize the date: April 6th. "What time is it?" I ask.
"Noon, I think." He shrugs, "Why?"
I run out of his room, looking for the only clock in the house. The clock in Isis' room blinks out the numbers 1:30 p.m. Malik catches up with me, "what's wrong?"
"I'm late for work."
-No characters were harmed (physically) in the making of this fic. Tat is not responsible for any mental breakdowns.-
End Note- The myth Malik was telling Ryou was tweaked a bit by me. If you are mad at me for adapting it in the way I view it I'm sorries. If you flame me for this or anything else I won't care. It's still a review.
This chappie may be different than the other ones due to the fact I had to switch betas. My old beta no longer associates with any samesexromancefanfictions for religious reasons. Tell me if there were any grammar errors.
Preview of Next chapter: /I smiled at the child, then looked ahead at the accident. In the middle of the street was a limp corpse of a young girl, a car towering over her. The girl in the accident was the same girl standing right beside me . . ./