Drowning in Tears Chapter 2: the changed and the changing, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Well the last chapter was a small insight to Serenity's life, so this chapter will continue with the, oh so sad story of Serenity Wheeler. And the reason Joey (you guys knew it was him right?) called.

Thank-you to everyone who reviewed, to tell you the truth and I say this for every other author on fanfiction or anywhere else, even books. The most pleasing reward is to have their story review, it makes them feel ……………………..wanted (I know that sounds corny, but it is true).

A big smoochy thank-you to: squallgurl, kikoken, nightmare, ksaturn, setoserenity 4 ever, and all the others who reviewed.

A/N: I just want to comfort all those who are in a transfixion of anticipation to see my other stories updated. I will update them all, soon. I'm still thinking of new ideas for the stories and chapters……….I tend to be a bore

'A maiden among the weeds' will be updated as soon as I come back from Christmas camp, and 'Love isn't forever' will be updated either before or after that. Then last of all I will update 'Is This My Happy Ending'.

And I have a new story that will be uploaded straight after this……………it's going to be called The Story Of An Angel.

For all you people that love tragedy, angst and the enthusiastic drama of a setoXserenity paring the story is for you. Here's a brief summary……

Summary: She is a celestial being who belongs in Heaven; he is a human that is to remain on Earth. Two worlds collided and they fell in love, but for two different beings to be together is impossible. She left his heart dangling and soon their love faded. But 10 years later she gave everything she was to be like him, only to find out he didn't love her anymore…………..setoXserenity

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the song I Don't Need You To (Tell Me I'm Pretty) that is by Samantha Mumba, I only own the knowledge that fills my mind, actually even that was blessed upon me by GOD.

Now before we continue to intensify you with the dilemmas of Serenity's wasting life……….we will see how the life wrecking Seto Kaiba is doing. He was really dark in the last flash back, but this upcoming peep into his present time will reinforce his malice it may start of random…….but later is when the craziness really starts………

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Drowning in Tears

By: Pink-strawberries

Chapter 2: The Changed, and The Changing

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"Mokuba!" "For the love of God, eat your steak with the steak fork. Not with the vegetable fork" Kaiba had yet to calm his maturing acrimony.

Mokuba Kaiba was anything but attentively blithesome of his senior brother's newborn lecture, which he had practiced and qualified to perform. "For goodness sake Seto it is only a god-damn fork".

"Mokuba, don't you dare begin a cascading array of tonal curses" Kaiba had already set down his olive fork, which was previously positioned to stab the sap, green Greek olives, quiescently embedded between the steak and the tower of iron enriched broccoli.

"When the hell did you become a martyr" "You're starting to sound like a pope, can you even hear yourself?" "Mokuba, don't you dare start cursing….blah……blah…..blah" Mokuba protruded his tongue, that showed the slimy remains of his previous mouth-full of food.

Kaiba revealed a castigate scold, his hands that were meant to be circled around two utensils, were aridly pressed on the outer surface, of his Curl Maple ten metre dining table.

After trying to telekinetically kill Mokuba, Kaiba softened his brows and resumed to eat his evening meal. His left hand welded a platinum fork that had a piece of New Zealand paua stuck on the prongs; he made a quizzical frown before sticking the fork in his mouth.

Mokuba had dropped his face and swirled his spoon around, mixing together his vegetables and meats. His hair had change more than anyone could imagine, Mokuba decided to go for a mini mow-hawk.

Now he was at the adult age of 22, but his appearance was nothing close to mature. It seemed Mokuba had adopted the 'punk, street' look, with his chains and bulldog spikes, on his neck and wrists.

His body was nearly complete clad in black; from head to toe even his boxers were chrome, black Chinese silk. Mokuba stood up and walked to the freshening booth at the side of the dining hall.

His eyes traced Mokuba and shadowed his every movement, and it made the vertical line of maids, and servants blink in uncertainty. Mokuba paid him no interest and returned to the table carrying a crystal cup of authentic Hawaiian Mango, and guava juice.

Down both sides of the dining hall, was a small line of approximately six maids and servants, waiting to serve the Kaiba brothers, on hand and foot.

The male servants, and the female maids were kempt in slightly different uniforms. The maids were required to dress themselves in a silver shirt, with a misty-navy cardigan pulled on top, every time they made working contact with the Kaiba Mansion.

The girls ranged from early twenties to late forties, but every one of them had to wear a tight fitting, navy knee-length office skirt. Instead of socks they wore dark, teal-blue full-length stockings with flat lace-up shoes.

The male servants wore a very stereotypical uniform complete with a looser silver shirt, and navy jacket that had the sleeves missing. They had a pair of indigo-coal tuxedo pants, and silver socks with black polished, lace-up shoes.

To define the servants and maids from any other, Kaiba insured they had a formal embroided Kaiba Corp logo, on every one of their uniforms. The logo was a light-reflecting mithril platinum colour, and stood out from its navy backdrop.

Kaiba took another morsel bite, before draining his want and need to complete his evening meal. "Clean away my plate" every minion rushed to clear Master Kaiba's plates, and utensils.

On the other side of the table, Mokuba's pupils rolled upwards and scrutinized at Kaiba's side of the dining hall, while devouring his own meal. His brother and even himself had gone through a metamorphosis.

Simultaneously post to Serenity's phase, the Kaibas both altered irony filled the socially deprived spaces of the Kaiba Mansion. At first Kaiba was nearly, if not completely missing physically, his presence was devoured and the servants rejoiced.

Mokuba had himself poked his head out of the cocoon; the urchin light had being buried. At times both the Kaibas would be missing in action for days, which turned to weeks and seldom months.

But the real unsolved mystery is the sudden jerk in Seto Kaiba's new change, his appearance, traits they altered and modified. Sunlight had reappeared to chase away the shadow on his face, all of a sudden the Kaiba residence leaped into a new day.

And the servants mourned.

It was like the heavens had bolted him in the cranium, Kaiba no longer concealed himself from the media; instead it was more like the fact that he stole every opportunity to flash his image on television.

He seemed 'joyous' for the first time in his maturing life, till this day the supernatural change had been classified as the doing of aliens. That is what the media, public basically everyone thought, that Seto Kaiba the Great had been given a brain transplant by aliens.

In the real confines of Seto Kaiba the Great's life, you would realize it was nothing of general attention, he was still the high-riding jackass he had always been.

Mokuba became punk or more precisely Goth; his hair was shaved on the sides, leaving the middle to be spiked up into a flat blade like shape. He looked like a hammer with pale make-up and amateur lines of eye definition covering the old cuteness of his face.

School was out of general manifestation to Mokuba, he left halfway towards obtaining a degree in business, claiming that the course was too much of a strain. But the truth was hardly an adequate reason No it was bullshit.

His pseudo-Goth instincts told him to give up on education and instead submerge his belief in the religion of Goth. Kaiba was hardly jolted, instead he rolled at least a million cursing words off his tongue, and at the end of the whole animosity Mokuba was drowning in Kaiba's saliva.

The maids had a contusive epic battle over who could grab the most of Master Kaiba's plates, each power-walked over to the dining hall table, and nipped all the surrounding cutlery and food containers.

It was similar to a tornado, but at least they worked with beneficial outcomes. "Wash" Kaiba turned around on his ermine and velvet seat, while four maids rushed up to him carrying a china washing basin, natural frankincense and rose water hand wash all placed on a silver dish.

One maid drawled beside him and delicately brushed his hands, with a natural sea sponge. The next lathered on hand wash, while the other two stood like a pole stiffly holding the silver platter.

"That's enough" the maid was caught in the middle of anxiety, she jumped and the china bowl of newly condensed rose water, that Kaiba had his hands in, flipped on to the tiled floor that was checkered dusk blue and milky gray.

It was like dominos, the other three maids dropped everything held in their hands due to reddening shock. "What the FUCK" "Can't you bitches wash my hands without killing me?" the upper half of his dusty alkaline blue pants, turned mouse black.

A perpetual stench of retirement home perfume wafted gallantly around the whole dinning hall, Mokuba wrinkled his nose in reaction to the overly foreign smell. His plate still had most of the decorative delicacies still sculpted with perfection; the carrot and turnip carved pictures of Hawaiian flowers still had all of their petals.

All four of the maids kneeled on the ground with their foreheads rubbing the immaculate floor. The maids shivered like Antarctica was all around the inner mansion, Kaiba noticed their silence, not even pleads of forgiveness crossed their mouths.

Everyone in the room had eyes flooded with mutual fear; it was stapled in their eyes, drummed in their ears and plastered on their mouths.

Kaiba bent down low kneeling his left foot on the ground and perching his right leg up, his elongated fingers traveled below the more attractive of the four maids chin. With an upward stabbing motion, Kaiba lifted her face parallel to his own.

Without any rational contradiction, Kaiba dug his lips into the chaste ones of the abashed maid. His fingers slid around the countenance of her jaw line, and pinned into the maid's flesh, seizing his opportunity Kaiba's tongue was granted access into her mouth.

The element of consternation traveled like an epidemic around all the servants of the Kaiba mansion who were witnesses to the master's lustful interest in a preteen maid.

The young maids face, was between anxious and delirious it would lean more to one side at times then lean to the other, at another time. Her hand creased the fabric of Kaiba's shirt, overwhelmed by the scorching kiss they shared.

In an instant the doltish maid, was crushed against the elaborate wall ornaments. Kaiba dropped his arm and let it rest, an apple red bruise shone like fluorescent cream on the maid's face.

Kaiba penetrated his glare at the injured maid, daring both her and all the other servants to make a small adjustment in movement. He rested his lips upon the edges of her ears, and breathed into her body causing the skin of her face to turn lilac gray.

"I'll deal with you later" his susurration reiterated through her hollow eardrums, it leaked an arctic embrace every time they echoed. Raindrop shapes of tears flew down her cheeks, her tourmaline aquamarine irises turned blurry with a three-dimensional effect.

Perspiration rose in full sized droplets on the servant's foreheads, and the pinnacles of their noses. Kaiba strode towards the dining hall door and blinked for the guards to open the double doors, which were made of the same material as everything else, Curly Maple.

Mokuba jumped up simultaneously post to Kaiba's depart, and was planning to abandon his plate that had barely the surface scraped of food. Instead of quietly sneaking away from the hall, Mokuba did the fatal, grabbing the round bottom of the plate; he slammed his oval dish and food onto the right side door.

Mince, macaroni sauce, broccoli and carrot sticks dribbled down the immaculate polish of the ruby coloured door. The impact drove Kaiba's perspective in the opposite direction, he swiveled his feet and came to an anchored halt.

"SEIZE HIM" Kaiba now had both his feet plastered on the parallel opposite of the top part of the door.

Two men in stone gray suits locked on to Mokuba, stationing him by his arms while they pulled him back to his chair. "Let go of me" "Kaiba your sick, you know that. SICK!!!!!!!"

It was the first time in the centennial of history had Mokuba ever called his elder brother by their adopted-family name 'Kaiba'.

A faint hum rode through the hall, but its origins were unknown no one paid any attention to anything that would disturb the scene of a holocaust.

"Get him Mrs. Takushimo" "Ring her and tell her to come over I want Mokuba to learn from her" "He will learn the proper Kaiba etiquette of eating and he will finish his fucken plate of food with the right cutlery. Even if it takes him the whole day" Kaiba spoke facing the direction of the outside hall.

"No! Get the fuck off me, you hear? LET ME GO" the two men held even harder lifting Mokuba onto his chair. One of the maids that had spilt the china of rose water rushed to the phone on the side bench and pressed the numbers. Her hand shook purposely and hindered her punctuality to dial Mrs. Takushimo.

Mokuba droned on screaming as if he was in the rooms of an asylum, the two guards had difficulty keeping the resisting boy to sit properly on the chair. The legs of the chair rattled animatedly coming alive with fury.

"Chain him to the chair" "For the whole day" Kaiba spoke with a controlled tone, he heard the commotion and his face lost its old glare, turning even darker than before.

Another maid brought out a diluted box that had its edges peeling and ripping, and she lifted out its contents, a blotchy oxidizing chain. The maid moved with a paper white face, handing the chain to one of the guards

"NO……NO….you CAN'T KEEP me here"

"LET ME GO………you hear"

"LET ME GO"

"LET ME GO

"LET ME GO"

Kaiba's tan white shoes tapped gingerly on the tile cover of the departing hallway, paying no attention to the ominous echoes of his brother that drowned with every step, until it could no longer be heard.

CLANK

The door of the dining hall bounced back into place by natural force, a messy clatter of the adjustment of locks paused on for many minutes before it was finished and everything went, or more like pushed into place.

And soon silence ate everything.

The blonde light blinked with illness and gave off a pale light that drowned the shadows themselves, the wall paper was peeling off the walls in some places, while in other places it was tainted a urine yellow.

The blemished door clanked a close, and the lock was turned leaving the key still inserted in its keyhole. Serenity placed the clothes she pouched on her breasts, and laid them on a mold white chair.

She turned the bath faucet and placed her hand underneath to check its temperature, Serenity jolted her hand back at the alarming coldness of the water. She returned her hand underneath and let the warming aquamarine water dribble on her palm.

Soon steam rose from the tap, and Serenity turned on the other faucet, letting cold water blend and intertwine with the hot. Serenity grabbed a stopper and covered drainage hole with it, letting the water rise to its preferred height.

Serenity went into the sink cupboards, which had the doors slightly on a tilted angle and retrieved a bottle of lilac coloured bath wash. She twisted the cap and poured a considerable amount of the liquid into the water, chemicals reacted with the water letting foamy bubbles arise, sitting proudly on the water's surface.

Serenity slipped off her wooly gray coat and dumped it in the corner of the bathroom. She unzipped her pants and pulled them off her legs, revealing the amber grayness of her thighs.

Above the sink was a mirror that had mildew growing permanently on its surface, the edges were covered in the black fungi but the middle was still alive. Serenity contemplated over her reflection, she edged closer to the mirrors surface glaring at her own face.

Faint creases and marks were visible around the bridge of her nose and mouth, skin on her chin and the dents of her nose were peeling and pink. Serenity's mouth was a faint gray tint and her eyes blinked the colour of a dying autumn leaf, green and mud brown.

Her buttoned shirt fell to the ground and hunched its surface as it touched the floor. Serenity turned around her naked body and dipped herself into lathery water; she twisted the faucet clock-wise stopping water from filling up the already extensively inundated bathtub.

The alabaster coloured bubbles sat surely on the waters superficial, the dyeing light had still aspired a hollow tinge of silver amongst the groups of bubbles.

Serenity felt the anxiety bottled up in her neck and tendons unravel, as the nutritious heat undid her many years of torment and stress. She felt as though her whole life was replaying in her conscience, giving her a clue to her choice.

'Should she go back to Japan?'

Her brother had phoned an invitation to plead her to go back, back to where fate showed no mercy. Was she ready? Does she want to see the faces of those that haunted her reverie for seven isolated years?

Her heart and mind was solid, she wanted nothing to do with the ones who ruined her pristine life, and all she wanted was to never again look into the eyes of mendacious lies.

The only answer that her heart felt obliged to follow was 'no' she never wanted to see the face of her brother again, even at her funeral she would make sure beforehand, not to let him know.

Serenity's decision was bias only by her prerogative, scorn ate away at her flesh it spread through her veins, and it became part of her idiosyncrasy.

It wasn't because she wanted to save him the torment, no one persistent enough could understand or even perceive the melodramatic path of her foul life.

A light catch phrase was embedded in the subconscious of her mind; Serenity wheeler doesn't need her fucken brother to make her life complete.

I don't need you to tell me I'm pretty
To make me feel beautiful
I don't need you to give me your strength
To make me feel I'm strong
I've got all of the strength that I need
Here inside my own two hands
All that I want is your love
And respect for who I am
What I really need
Comes from deep inside of me

Don't need you to tell me I'm pretty
To make me feel beautiful, no
Don't need you to make me strong
'Cause I'm strong on my own
Doesn't come from outside
This beauty I know
Comes from inside my soul

I Don't Need You (Tell Me I'm Pretty)

Samantha Mumba

She needs no one.

Copper and russet leaves of the Japanese maple tree cascaded with its aerodynamic surfaces mindlessly gliding on to the overpopulated streets below. The sky was painted an embracing shade of tangerine, and the clouds reflected a colour of diluted coral.

"Ya kno' Yuge the party's gonna be great" "I planned for like a whole band ta com' an' like jam som' tunes, wadaya think?" Joey walked backwards with his front facing Yugi who ludicrously was barely half his height.

"Well it sounds really cool Joey, though I am not exactly keen on the whole rock band thing, but I am sure it will attract a lot of attention" Yugi sunk his brows, while walking in a moderately uneasy pace, and his hands burrowed into his pockets.

"Exactly, ther' will be a band and it equals alota people, that's perfect" Joey grimaced, just as he happened to stumble on an unfortunate rock. The flaxen haired youth regained his balance, while Yugi just browsed with formality.

"Joey I think you should just walk beside me, it would probably be easier to talk to you that way too" Yugi suggested as Joey once again stood on a rock, and was now cradling his foot.

"Yea I guess" Joey submitted to Yugi's concerns, and stood facing the same side as Yugi, so that their shoulders rubbed against each other.

"Actually Joey wasn't this so called party meant to be a reunion?" Yugi stuck his head sideways at Joey who sunk into silence; his eyes battled tears and the bangs that were meant to be on his forehead glued onto his eyes.

Yugi picked up the sudden change of air, and hastened to change the subject. "Well I'm sure Marik and them all would be too busy to come to some reunion, so I guess that is out of the question" "Joey lets just stick with the rock party".

They turned the corner as a few of the civilians on the street peered at Joey with a look of shame, a full-grown man was blubbering on a public street. "Look Joey we're here, I'm sure Mai and Tea are waiting for us" Yugi stopped walking and stood in front of a dusty white coloured apartment, identical to that of the other buildings in the radius.

"It's ok Yuge jus' da Japan dust, man dat dust can really get to ya" Joey rubbed his eyes which turned a panda shade of baby pink. "Let's go" Yugi leaded the way up to the apartment he shared with his wife Tea.

Yugi checked his pockets for the key, but then realized he had left it in the bathroom bench, "Dammit" Joey lifted a brow at Yugi's cuss, it wasn't everyday the saint Yugi Motou would speak the language of the damned.

"Guess I have to knock, I do hope Tea is home," Yugi rapped mindfully and with utter manner on the army gray door. "Who is it?" a feminine voice emitted from behind the wooden door.

"Tea, its just me Yugi", a slight o was the reply, before the somber coloured door was pulled open. Tea was dressed in a pink and yellow-checkered apron, with oven muffs adorning her hands. "Hi".

Yugi advanced and pecked his wife on the cheek before moving into their peach walled apartment, "Oh hi Joey, are you okay? You look quite…………..pink" Tea added after noticing Joey standing with a sort of masculine grace, which was unlike him. "Well come in don't just stand there".

"Thanks Tea" Joey gave Tea a gracious smile, before advancing into the room also. The lounge was quite spacious in diameter but still looked somehow cramped, the windows had beige curtains parted to the side, letting yellow light enter the room.

The floor was covered mainly in a pinky-cream coloured carpet, and every warm shade suited perfectly, it was like the replica of a dollhouse. Yugi sat on the dining table with Joey on the opposite side, they each was drowning in the conversation mainly about the upcoming party.

Tea retired into the kitchen after adjusting the lock on the door, she used her oven muffs to brush a few locks of hair that had gone astray. She still looked as fresh and peachy skinned as she did seven years ago; her summer charisma still hadn't altered.

She returned from the kitchen with a plate of oven morsels, cupcakes, slices of fudge, cake and scones. Tea set it out in front of where Yugi and Joey sat, she then paced back and came back with a plate with two transparent glasses and a jar of home-squeezed and blended berry with apple juice.

"Wow Tea, did you mak' all dis?" Joey's eyes rounded with eager waiting, she giggled at his expression, when it comes to food Joey Wheeler can never change.

Yugi reached for a strawberry and chocolate chip muffin, when Joey grabbed the plate and started eating all the chocolate snacks. "Ah, I wasn't hungry anyway" Yugi was stifled for words, but inwardly forgave Joey's vexation.

With a silent tap of a blushing pink round-nose shoe, the room's attention was served towards a new visitor that supposedly arrived from the kitchen, or lavatory. "Joey, how many times do I have to tell you? Where are your manners?"

Mai Wheeler, the newly cognate wife of Joey Wheeler stood with an abhor strain on her cosmetically enhanced face. Her husband, who was previously merged in the untangled feast of sweetness, jerked his head in her direction while still dangling the residue of a strawberry fondue.

He let go, hesitantly of the muffin squashed to unidentifiable standards, Tea let loose the nervous air trapped in her upper trachea. "Hey Mai, didn't notice you here" Yugi gave a welcoming smile in Mai's direction.

"Well, excuse me for not greeting you two, and stopping Joey from eating your whole years supply of muffins" Mai boldly reiterated her speech. She gave the standing a vacation, and stole a seat beside her husband and diagonally opposite to Yugi.

While still resting a curious eye on Joey, who was now too aghast to even move, Mai reached for the glass chalice and poured her self a full glass of the burgundy juice.

She let the juice seep into her mouth and let the taste sink in, "Hey Tea this is some grand juice you have, you could start a whole juice business or something with this sort of talent".

Tea poked her head from the kitchen corner and showed a sign of content, "Thanks, completely homemade that is, if you want I could give you the recipe"

"That's okay, if I want some of the juice I'll just remember come over" Mai added with a smile, she wasn't languorous just a little too assiduous with work and everything.

In the last few years, Mai had struck gold with a new fashion industry; she had taken on the role of manager for Élan. It was a perfect fit for her vogue craving life, she knew how to look fashionable, and Élan needed a fashion manager who knew what they wanted.

Joey also had a business job, one that took everyone by awe; he worked as the director of employees at a national food business. His wife had a good laugh or two at the suitability of his newfound job, but he just pushed it to the classification of luck.

"Joey, aren't you having some sort of a party?" Tea now was seated next to her husband and also poured herself a glass of her homemade juice. "Oh yea, Joey told me about that, wasn't it some kind of a battle city somewhat reunion or something" Mai followed behind Tea who was now staring at Joey for an answer.

"Nah I dropped that idea, Sis doesn't wana com' I rang her yesterday" Joey lost his giddy tone of voice, and Tea just swirled her cup around in her hand, feeling rueful of her words.

"I still think we should have a reunion, it has been seven years since all of us had come together and visited each other, with the most far off one being Serenity" "Joey please just try and coax her to come, you need to see her" Yugi and Tea both nodded simultaneously at Mai's statements.

The cream curtains billowed in the dusky breeze, and the afternoon was depleting into night. A sublime sample of a picturesque sunset was quite a rare sight in Japan, over pollution and the large quantities of factory waste caused the sky to bleed a piercing red.

"She hasn't replied but I just don't know if she would want to, I doubt she would" Joey was losing his confidence all in a sentence, to talk about his sister was considered a foreign subject, and one to be avoided. Mai slid her hand across the table and used them to caress Joey's own hand, which limped on the apricot coloured table.

"Don't say that, I'm sure that if she doesn't or can't come, it is because of a specific reason" Yugi spoke, then glanced sideways at Tea, who was just as somber as the rest of the atmosphere.

Seconds, minutes, maybe even tens of minutes that ticked and tocked by, but still the four friends sat diligently living inside their own reveries.

"Serenity is changing, I know she is" Joey breathed the words out as if they were confidential information. Mai blinked, not quite able to digest the newly spoken words.

Mai circled the amber oak table, stabbing it with her forest berry coloured nail polish, the fragile curls heated into her lashes bounced on the lip of her eye sweeping away much more than just dust.

"I don't blame her, she's been through a lot" "I think I would be even worse, if I was in her shoes"

"Her change is not her fault, it's ours"

Mai was no naïve woman; she too had been through a lot but never as much as what Serenity and walked through.

But sometimes, a person suffers silently veil the worst behind their skin.

And if you hesitate to say sorry, everything that was once there would be gone, evaporated leaving behind a carcass of the scorn you had brought upon the weak.

Soon it would be too late, and sorry or the begging of forgiveness wont cause any effect at all, instead you will be paying for every ounce of wrongdoing, and then you will be the one in pain.

Pots of stanching coal mixture, and palates of scissors and brushes were stacked around the contemporarily decorated room. Cascading mirrors with raw edges that were chipped at common locations, hung from the walls.

Locks of mud blonde hair was unkemptly scattered over the floor and appliances. The salon was empty except for the extended shadow of a coal haired girl, vigilant of only the sheet of reflection before her.

Serenity gulped a ball of saliva, and stared into the oval mirror. The mint snips of hair were left with the reminiscence of a sharp blade, marking them with a sign of new change.

The prints of her fingers slid over the edge of her new haircut, it ended its path on her shoulder but it was its colour, which drank the light. Not a glimpse of saffron hair remained; it was all coated in a mask of velvety black.

A triangular shaped clock, which had patches of white light rebounding off its surface and causing great discomfort for whoever stared at its man-made deity form.

The edges seemed to mingle with the colour of the wall, and the two different colours fought. The clocks protruding lime green and the meadowland yellow of the wall reflected each other's glares stronger and more persistent with each stare.

Second by second the most lean of the clock hands ticked then paused, ticked then paused, the pattern was typical yet unyielding.

At times metallic blue could be seen from the black of her hair, but also on occasions an infused violet glimmered from above the sea of Hades.

For over her whole life, Serenity has been seen with her pair of childish and elongated bangs, instead the pair had being rightfully replaced by a single fringe that did well in shortening her oval face.

The ebony fringe was cut in uneven customaries ending at the every tip of her eyelashes. The dead brunette of her hair colour complemented adeptly with the ivory of her complexion.

It made her look younger, it made her vex in the possibility of shedding a new skin, the dirt of her eyes swallowed in every detail of her de novo. The peony lips of Serenity curled into a blank smile, which later immediately bounced back into their former position.

Serenity's sea green sweater was sprinkled with snippets of flaxen hair, not only finding their way to land on her body but around the chair and on the nakedness of her toes.

The effect looked like an imp threw bundles of the wrong coloured hair onto Serenity's paraphernalia. Sable lofts of black hair are what looked more natural and handsome on her head, than her previous life of brown.

With a sweep of her hand onto the crust of her head, Serenity rubbed off the remaining residue of her new haircut. She slid off the foamy patent leather chair and rushed to clean the urbanely located garbage of her new mess.

It didn't take very long for Serenity to give the coffee floor a final sweep, before leaning the broom onto the end wall of the cleaning closet.

Serenity's mossy coat waited patiently for her on the second of the top hook of the metal coat hanger. She grabbed the boutique scored outerwear, and without much whim slid into its woolen embrace.

Tucked inside the outer pocket of the fern gray coat, was a folded airline ticket, with the logo and name 'Canadian Airlines' (I do not own that) printed on the lug of the envelope.

With a flick of the switch, the indoor lights lived their last breath for the day and let the parlor bathe in sleep. The glass and steel door opened letting new air escape into the room, where it will stay for the night, until tomorrow gave it hello.

Serenity peeled the door shut and inserted the square handled key, wind battled against itself pushing and pulling Serenity with its abhorrence.

Snow hid themselves in tiny corners or masked edges of solid formations; trying their hardest to save the last of their short lived life. A pair of boots stood over and on the icy waste, walking down a black and white road.

Serenity made no waste to linger on the soiled road; instead she made a hurry to pace home.

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PHEW, finally finished. I know that took a while but I was still on the verge of designing the ending to this fic' and I thought of a perfect fit. Of course primarily I won't tell you. You have to read and find out!!

Please review and tell me how you feel this chapter went. And also state whether you like happy endings or sad ones. Just wondering!

Till next time……..