YM: ^_^!! I'm like, on a roll with this story or something!! ^_^ I can't stop writing it!!
Yuugi: Why do I have to go to Dragonis-san's house? ::pouts::
EC: 'Cause it goes with the compromised plot.
IK: ^_^!! Isn't it a great idea?
Yuugi: ::scowls in an un-characteristic type way::
IK: O_O… ::backs away, like you would to not startle a rabid animal::
YM: -_-'
Yami: YM doesn't own Yu-gi-oh, no matter how often she tells you she does, just remember; she's delusional. She doesn't know what she's talking about.
YM: HEY!! I REPRESENT THAT!!
Yami: I know. That's why I said it…-_-'
YM: Wait…huh?? Never mind. Don't even try to explain it to me.
Yami: I wasn't going to.
YM: :P
EC: Anyways, we want to give a shout out to the reviewers, few that there were…,
IK: We're lucky to get any……-_-'
EC: Point taken. -_-' So, a big thanx to
IK:
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Cautiously, Yuugi went through the gate of what was left of a rotting wooden picket fence, which wasn't a whole lot. Even the gate was only half there. Walking up the creaking steps quickly, for fear that they would collapse under the sudden pressure, he glanced at his watch. 12:59. Well, here goes nothing as he goes to knock on the door……
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The door was opened within a few seconds of his knock Rofaic stood there, looking like her normally menacing self; long hair down, wearing a black turtleneck and black tripp pants with sliver hoops, zippers, chains, and buckles looping around them that held no apparent purpose.
She was holding a glass of what appeared to be apple juice [9] and was smoking what looked like a thin cigarette with no filter [10].
"Hey Mouto-san." she said, not casually, but not hostilely. She stepped aside and let Yuugi pass her, closing the door behind them. Looking around, he was hit with a wave of sights and smells; none being pleasant at all. Her house was more decrepit looking than the outside. The walls in the hallway, which looked like they had previously been white, were now splashed with dull rust red, lackluster yellow, and a few other nauseating colors besides. There were holes in the walls, the mirror was smashed countless times and veined in the same dull brownish red that splattered the wall. The carpeting must have once been a light color, possibly gray or pale green. It was almost impossible to tell though, because there was no large enough space of carpet that was one color to judge. Some of it had been ripped up, but most of it had been stained multi-colors. The wall that was separating the hall way from the family room to the left was half gone, enlarging the door way near the ceiling. Yuugi could just barely make out a dark blue couch that had springs sticking out of one end and the other end was sinking down, getting close to touching the floor.
There was a television on the wall separating the hallway and the family room that was on; Yuugi couldn't see the set itself, but he could see the light from the screen. There were broken bottles all over, some still with alcohol in them. There were lighters next to them, astrune all over the place with packs of cigarettes still holding a few tossed here and there..
Now, for the smell. It was overwhelming! Stuffy and stale, Yuugi almost ran back outside to take a breath. It was sticky and hot in her house, and it amplified 6 smells in particular, which were:
-Cigarette Smoke
-Vomit
-Alcohol
-Something Decaying
-Blood
And the sixth was the strongest, but Yuugi couldn't place it. That is, until a stray cloud of smoke from whatever Rofaic was smoking caught his nose. It was that, whatever it was. He was now certain it wasn't a cigarette [11]. Yuugi almost gagged, but he comtrolled himself. He toed off his shoes and Rofaic gave him a pair of blue guest slippers which looked to be the most in shape things in the house. Slipping them on, he found that they were very fuzzy and warm, which was surprising, but very welcome, and comfortable.
"You want something to drink?" Yuugi turned to her as she offered. He normally would have declined, but it was sooooo incredibly hot out, and he had practically jogged to get there, that he was absolutely parched. He requested quietly,
"Uh, water kudasai, if it's not too much to trouble, Dragonis-san." She nodded and turned walking down the hall and turning to face him when she realized that he simply stood there. Motioning for him to follow her, he compiled, stepping into the kitchen and blinking at the bright light that was on.
Going to the fridge, she got a Brita™ pitcher that was filled with clear water and she took it to the counter, got a glass from one of the overhead cupboards, filling it ¾ of the way. Returning the jug to the fridge, she grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the freezer and put them in the glass, in turn handing the glass to Yuugi.
Then, she tossed some ice into her short glass and pulled a bottle with a label that read "Galliano" [12] and refilled her glass, taking a sip before topping it off nad putting the bottle back into the cupboard. Then, taking her strange cigarette [13] which was just about burned to nothing, she put it down the drain of the sink and rinsing it down with a splash of grayish looking water from the faucet.
Turning, drink in hand, she lead Yuugi up the stairs, which creaked and groaned in a loud protest of the weight that they were definitely not used to, nor enjoying. Getting to the top of the stairs, Yuugi almost couldn't see his hand in front of Ihis face. It was almost too dark to see anything. All he could see were a few faint shadows that were probably not furniture [14]. But, the darkness didn't stop the smell. It was hotter up here, and the smells were amplified 4 fold at least Yuugi gagged almost inaudiably, and blanched as Rofaic turned to regard him with her normally stoic gaze. She turned away from him after a second and finished leading the way down the hall, to the last door on the left. Entering, he realized that this must be her room, and he was extremely surprised.
It was about the size of a small walk-in closet, and it was quite roomy for it's size. That's the polite way of saying that there was almost nothing in there. It was painted completely black and there was almost no light, except for the tiny bit that escaped through the heavy blood colored curtain that hung over the only window on the far wall, which was no bigger than a foot wide. The carpeting was a deep gray, and it was pure throughout the entire room - not one stain on it. That's one thing Yuugi noticed right away. Her room was extremely neat compared to the rest of the house. Everything was in good condition, while it wasn't the room of a neat freak, it showed she valued the possessions she owned. In the far right hand corner there was a dilapidated mattress with a small square pillow. One black sheet covered the bed, while on top of it was a black sheet and a thin red and black quilt, that was old and worn, with quite a few holes in it. Next to that was a nightstand performing the feat of standing on only 2 working legs and holding on top of it an old fashioned radio alarm clock type thing, and there were 2 drawers in it. On the floor sat a red lava lamp with a black base, which was the only other source of light he could find in the room, and it wasn't on.
Next to that was an aluminum cart that had a section of red that matched the curtain on the window, which Yuugi now registered as both pieces of the same blood colored sheet. On top of that was a crude incense burner and a few candles, with a lighter in front of them. Then, Yuugi realized, as he registered that Rofaic was closing the door, that he could breathe in here. It smelled……normal! Kind of nice actually. Like, a musty spice. It was a pleasant smell. He assumed it was the incense that she was lighting at the moment on that cart. Next to the cart, crammed in the corner, was a decrepit looking bean bag that was half deflated and quite small. Over it, on the black wall, someone had spray-painted in sloppy handwriting "rejekt korner" in red paint. The only other thing in her room was Rofaic herself, who was currently sitting on the floor and setting her drink on the table next to the radio. Yuugi followed suit, setting his water on the floor next to him and pulling out his math book, a sheet of paper, and a pencil, she swung around next to him, looking at what the small boy could not seem to get the hang of………
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IK: We can't stop here!! Nothin' happened!!
EC: For once, she's right.
YM: -_-' Fine. There is no way I'm winning against both muses, so, I'll continue……-_-
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After a few hours, Yuugi could do these kind of problems with little trouble, which was a vast improvement from not being able to look at the problem without getting a headache. Rofaic proved to be a good teacher. She was more patient than Yuugi would have ever given her credit for, and she had a few ways to explain everything, so Yuugi had an easy time doing the problems. At around 3:30, Yuugi was doing well enough that he could do any problem like this out of the textbook. He was quite proud of himself actually. Then, he blanched as she went into the top drawer of the nightstand like thing next to her "bed" and pulled out a worksheet-looking thing, handing it to him. Looking at it, he went paper white. It was a Trig quiz. And at the top it read "Composer: Moeyasui Shimo" [15]. He assumed that it was either her or another person she knew. Sighing, he sat down and put his name at the top, starting to fill in the quiz. It was harder than the questions in the book, and it threw extra numbers at him that he didn't need, and made him figure out numbers he needed to plug into an equation to get an answer, instead of just giving them to him. In one question, he had to do 5 steps before actually being able to fill in and solve the original equation!
Upon finishing, Rofaic took the test and a red pen, checking his answers. A minute later, she handed it back to him, almost smirking. Looking at the top, a grin broke out on his face. 87!! ^_^!! He had only gotten a few points off for his work here and there, and only one answer wrong!! ^_^!! Resisting the urge to hug Rofaic, he settled for a heartfelt,
"Thank you so much Rofaic! I can't believe it! I get math!!" This time, she didn't even come close to smirking, she just looked at him impassively and muttered,
"Not a problem Mouto-san. You caught on quickly. I expected to be here for another 45 minutes at least." Yuugi looked at her in disbelief. Had Rofaic just given him a compliment!? That was……insane, eccentric, abnormal, bizarre, outlandish, zany, and any other synonym you can think of for crazy!! Maybe she was more like the little angel than he thought she was……
"Anything else you need help with?" came her low monotone. Yuugi shook his head, and she stood, putting out the incense and clicking off the red lava lamp. Picking up her drink, she followed Yuugi out of the room and closed the door behind them as Yuugi went to the stairs, wanting nothing more than to be able to be outside. He hadn't realized how much cooler Rofaic's room was compared to the rest of the house - even the air outside was hotter. In his hurry, he dropped his bookbag and the zipper broke, spilling the contents of the bag on the floor. He bent down and started to pick it up, and felt something run into him. Looking, he saw that it was Rofaic. She must not have seen him crouching on the ground, and she sailed over him and hit the opposite wall, spilling what was left of what was her, possibly 16th glass of alcohol (she had succeeded in downing the entire bottle of Galliano, and had started in on a bottle of scotch) all over her shirt. Cursing slightly, she stood up, holding her head, and pulls off her turtle neck, revealing a black tank top. She then muttered something about ruining her favorite turtleneck with more scotch, but, Yuugi wasn't really paying any attention to her, because he was too busy looking at her arms. They were……mangled. He had expected to see the same thing as the first day of school - well toned arms without a scratch on them. What he saw was completely different. Her right arm was black, and purple, and blue, and a deathly pale white in contrast with the rest of her un-naturally pale skin. Her left, on the other hand, was pinkish tan, as if it was extremely hot, and a few spots were anywhere from orange to cherry red with burns. And the only thing he could think of was the little violet tenshi………
TBC………
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Footnotes: (I keep forgetting to do these thrice-be-damned things! -_-' These are the ones from last chapter and this one -_-')
1.) Sate - Well
2.) Wakarimashita - Alright
3.) Tori Street - It's not Jouno's real street, 'cause I don't know what it is…-_-'
4.) The Mists of Avalon - This has got to be one of the best books in the world! ^_^
5.) 1-800-826-7473 - It's 1-800-Vampire. Can you tell I have no life? Yeah. -_-'
6.) Tenshi - Angel
7.) Akurei - Demon
8.) Ja'aku - Wicked/Evil ^_^
9.) That ain't apple juice Yuugi. Which do you think it is, Scotch or Bourbon? ^_^
10.) If you don't know what this is, you're more sheltered than Yuugi…^^;;
11.) Go Yuugi! He's not an idiot!! ^_^!! Can you say Marijuana? ^^;;;
12.) Galliano - This shit is mad expensive, but it's the greatest drink there is!! Straight on the rocks baby! ^_^
13.) He still doesn't know what she's smoking……-_-' has he never heard of a joint before? -_-'
14.) Meaning that it's probably a rat…or a roach…or at least, that's what he thinks. -_-'
15.) Moeyasui Shimo - Rofaic's Nickname from Caiiro. It's Flaming Frost, in Japanese ^_^
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YM: There. Now can I call it quits?
IK: I guess, but it was still really short.
EC: yeah. We'll have to get a new chapter up soon.
YM: -_-'
IK: R&R. Tell us what you think about Rofaic!! ^_^!!
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