Silence
By Katia-chan
A/N: I know! It's been forever since I've updated, but I got caught up in other things, so don't kill me!
So...yes, it's 12:30 in the morning and I'm writing about how Ryou's finally cracked sound fun?
Why the hell am I rambling on? I need to begin, but first, Ryou, the disclaimer?
Ryou: no way in bloody hell am I doing this again.
Oh! Your British swearing is so kawaii! And why not?
Ryou: Cuz last time I showed up your stupid fans, mine actually, came. You see how you like being called squishy!
But it's so cute!
Ryou: no, find someone else to do your Ra damned disclaimer.
*sweatdrops* we must get you away from Bakura, fine. If you won't do the disclaimer, and Bakura is now god knows where, torturing some poor rodent or something, I'll do it myself.
Disclaimer: Since my muses have so rudely abandoned me I must resort to my own brilliant invention *holds up sign that has some scribbles on it* there, see?
Cali: Oh for the love of god, you can't even read it!
That was the point.
Cali: if you don't do it then I will.
Fine, go right on ahead.
Cali: Fine then, Katia-chan does not own Ygo, she does not own any of the chars used, and she does own the plot. If anyone tries to sue her she will shoot them with her bow and arrows. *listens* ha! If you lawyers think she can own it you've got another thing coming, she doesn't even own the dress she wore last night!
Shut up now you random muse from hell.
Cali: So glad my services are appreciated. See you all later! *disappears, taking the plot with her*
Hey! Give that back! *chases*
Ryou: *sighs* well, looks like she's taken after the many authoresses before her and abandoned her post, so I'll start this. She would first like to thank everyone who reviewed. She was shocked by how many people did. Now enjoy it!
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We all stood and stared at each other for a moment. Isis's eyes wouldn't leave mine and I finally had to turn my head. A watch beeped and Bakura looked at his.
"Oh, it's time for dinner, if you can call it that, come on Ryou, we'll show you where to go." Isis stood, not moving. Malik took her arm and slowly pushed her out of the room ahead of him. Her steps were reluctant, but she went. Bakura left next and I followed him.
We got to the cafeteria and I have never seen such a weird place.
The chairs were booths, rather then chairs, and the silverware at each place was wooden. People sat at tables, some chatting over plates of what I assumed to be food. I think the food was chatting back though, so I'm not sure what it was. Some were having conversations with themselves and others were simply staring blankly into space. Bakura went up and grabbed us each a plate. We went and joined Malik and Isis. Bakura pointed me to his side of the table and pointed at the plate.
"Whatever you do, don't touch the yellow stuff. It's been known to have moved on its own, and I wouldn't eat it if I was at gunpoint." I stared. The plate had, on one part, something that resembled pasta, on another something I was almost sure was peaches, and then the dreaded yellow substance. I don't think I would've eaten it either. I picked up my fork and poked at the food. I wasn't really hungry, and realized that no one here was going to force me until they thought I had an eating disorder.
"Don't you like it?" Malik asked, with a sarcastic look at my "Pasta" I shook my head and pushed the plate roughly towards him. He caught it before it flipped onto his pants and grinned at me, spooning a big mouthful into his mouth. His face changed and he grabbed a napkin and spat it out.
"By the gods! I swear that stuff gets worse every time." Isis smiled a little bit and Bakura just downright laughed.
"That'll teach you to steal food you glutton." He sniffed, poking Malik's stomach with his wooden knife.
"Hey, at least I eat, I never see you do it, you just eat enough to keep yourself out of the anorexia ward."
"Food doesn't sit well." He said.
"Be that as it may, you might want to watch which utensil you use to stab me, the docs could get suspicious, and then you'd be in solitary before you could say," he didn't get to finish. My head snapped up sharply as someone screamed.
It was a loud piercing scream and it made us all freeze. I looked around slowly to see a woman standing up, her plate shaking in her hands.
"Where is Hoshi! What did you do with her! She was just here!" she screamed again and threw the plate down to the floor. "What did you do with my little girl! I want her back! I am a good mother! You can't keep her from me!" the woman's face was ghostly white and her eyes were wild. Bakura got up and hurried over to her.
"Nori, Hoshi isn't here, she's at home safe and warm." He said, wrapping her in his arms. She screamed into his chest.
"I want my little girl." She whimpered into his chest.
"I know, I know, but she wants you to eat, now sit down while I go and get you some more food." He pushed her down and then went up to the front and got her another plate, after speaking with the cook momentarily. Malik saw me raise my eyebrows.
"Bakura's been in and out of here so many times he knows almost everyone." Malik said. "That was Nori, she came here right after her 4 year old was killed in a drowning accident, that was 5 years ago, but she still thinks Hoshi is here and that people are hiding her." I sighed, that was so sad.
Bakura came back and sat down. "I got her some sedatives in there; she'll be fine in a few minutes." Sure enough, as I watched the woman slumped to the table and a few orderlies came in and lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her out.
"This happens a lot." Bakura said, "And it's useless telling her Hoshi id dead, she can't believe it, she just lost it and so we just have to make her feel safe again." I sighed. This place was laced with so much pain.
I knew I had my own 2 cents to add to it, but I wasn't ready to acknowledge that yet. For now I was content to be the rebellious unspeaking child, and simply wait for the shit to hit the fan when I finally faced what it was. But that's not important now; I just have to choke down this pasta.
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*still chasing her muse who is holding the plot over her head* get back here with that!
Ryou: You don't have time to fight with her, you have 1 minute to finish this chapter.
Right, well, sorry it was so short and a little odd. I just needed to update. I will update it sooner the next time and it will be longer. Review! *returns to the grand chase for the plot*
TTFN
Katia-chan
By Katia-chan
A/N: I know! It's been forever since I've updated, but I got caught up in other things, so don't kill me!
So...yes, it's 12:30 in the morning and I'm writing about how Ryou's finally cracked sound fun?
Why the hell am I rambling on? I need to begin, but first, Ryou, the disclaimer?
Ryou: no way in bloody hell am I doing this again.
Oh! Your British swearing is so kawaii! And why not?
Ryou: Cuz last time I showed up your stupid fans, mine actually, came. You see how you like being called squishy!
But it's so cute!
Ryou: no, find someone else to do your Ra damned disclaimer.
*sweatdrops* we must get you away from Bakura, fine. If you won't do the disclaimer, and Bakura is now god knows where, torturing some poor rodent or something, I'll do it myself.
Disclaimer: Since my muses have so rudely abandoned me I must resort to my own brilliant invention *holds up sign that has some scribbles on it* there, see?
Cali: Oh for the love of god, you can't even read it!
That was the point.
Cali: if you don't do it then I will.
Fine, go right on ahead.
Cali: Fine then, Katia-chan does not own Ygo, she does not own any of the chars used, and she does own the plot. If anyone tries to sue her she will shoot them with her bow and arrows. *listens* ha! If you lawyers think she can own it you've got another thing coming, she doesn't even own the dress she wore last night!
Shut up now you random muse from hell.
Cali: So glad my services are appreciated. See you all later! *disappears, taking the plot with her*
Hey! Give that back! *chases*
Ryou: *sighs* well, looks like she's taken after the many authoresses before her and abandoned her post, so I'll start this. She would first like to thank everyone who reviewed. She was shocked by how many people did. Now enjoy it!
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We all stood and stared at each other for a moment. Isis's eyes wouldn't leave mine and I finally had to turn my head. A watch beeped and Bakura looked at his.
"Oh, it's time for dinner, if you can call it that, come on Ryou, we'll show you where to go." Isis stood, not moving. Malik took her arm and slowly pushed her out of the room ahead of him. Her steps were reluctant, but she went. Bakura left next and I followed him.
We got to the cafeteria and I have never seen such a weird place.
The chairs were booths, rather then chairs, and the silverware at each place was wooden. People sat at tables, some chatting over plates of what I assumed to be food. I think the food was chatting back though, so I'm not sure what it was. Some were having conversations with themselves and others were simply staring blankly into space. Bakura went up and grabbed us each a plate. We went and joined Malik and Isis. Bakura pointed me to his side of the table and pointed at the plate.
"Whatever you do, don't touch the yellow stuff. It's been known to have moved on its own, and I wouldn't eat it if I was at gunpoint." I stared. The plate had, on one part, something that resembled pasta, on another something I was almost sure was peaches, and then the dreaded yellow substance. I don't think I would've eaten it either. I picked up my fork and poked at the food. I wasn't really hungry, and realized that no one here was going to force me until they thought I had an eating disorder.
"Don't you like it?" Malik asked, with a sarcastic look at my "Pasta" I shook my head and pushed the plate roughly towards him. He caught it before it flipped onto his pants and grinned at me, spooning a big mouthful into his mouth. His face changed and he grabbed a napkin and spat it out.
"By the gods! I swear that stuff gets worse every time." Isis smiled a little bit and Bakura just downright laughed.
"That'll teach you to steal food you glutton." He sniffed, poking Malik's stomach with his wooden knife.
"Hey, at least I eat, I never see you do it, you just eat enough to keep yourself out of the anorexia ward."
"Food doesn't sit well." He said.
"Be that as it may, you might want to watch which utensil you use to stab me, the docs could get suspicious, and then you'd be in solitary before you could say," he didn't get to finish. My head snapped up sharply as someone screamed.
It was a loud piercing scream and it made us all freeze. I looked around slowly to see a woman standing up, her plate shaking in her hands.
"Where is Hoshi! What did you do with her! She was just here!" she screamed again and threw the plate down to the floor. "What did you do with my little girl! I want her back! I am a good mother! You can't keep her from me!" the woman's face was ghostly white and her eyes were wild. Bakura got up and hurried over to her.
"Nori, Hoshi isn't here, she's at home safe and warm." He said, wrapping her in his arms. She screamed into his chest.
"I want my little girl." She whimpered into his chest.
"I know, I know, but she wants you to eat, now sit down while I go and get you some more food." He pushed her down and then went up to the front and got her another plate, after speaking with the cook momentarily. Malik saw me raise my eyebrows.
"Bakura's been in and out of here so many times he knows almost everyone." Malik said. "That was Nori, she came here right after her 4 year old was killed in a drowning accident, that was 5 years ago, but she still thinks Hoshi is here and that people are hiding her." I sighed, that was so sad.
Bakura came back and sat down. "I got her some sedatives in there; she'll be fine in a few minutes." Sure enough, as I watched the woman slumped to the table and a few orderlies came in and lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her out.
"This happens a lot." Bakura said, "And it's useless telling her Hoshi id dead, she can't believe it, she just lost it and so we just have to make her feel safe again." I sighed. This place was laced with so much pain.
I knew I had my own 2 cents to add to it, but I wasn't ready to acknowledge that yet. For now I was content to be the rebellious unspeaking child, and simply wait for the shit to hit the fan when I finally faced what it was. But that's not important now; I just have to choke down this pasta.
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*still chasing her muse who is holding the plot over her head* get back here with that!
Ryou: You don't have time to fight with her, you have 1 minute to finish this chapter.
Right, well, sorry it was so short and a little odd. I just needed to update. I will update it sooner the next time and it will be longer. Review! *returns to the grand chase for the plot*
TTFN
Katia-chan