Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! so don't sue me.
Authoress Notes: Yeah we all knew Malik was destined for it we just figured it'd be Ryou he was screwing.
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Report 2
He had found himself in this similar situation a million times before. The rain outside his office window was the only sound. It was driving Vincent crazy, she had spoken the day before, but, perhaps it took physical contact to make her speak. So there she sat today, those same broken emeralds staring absently out the window. It was as if she was from a higher plane of existense, that she lived in her own little world. He had had hard cases to crack before, people with seven diffrent personalities and a thirst for world domination were easier to deal with than she had been. Dressed in a navy blue over coat with a yellow plaid dress under it, her knees meeting to hide everything but her ankles touching the floor at what would seem like only inches away from causing them to break. He sighed softly. After thirty minutes he had totally given up on talking to her. They sat in an otherwise awkward silence that at times made him wonder if he really had heard her speak. HIs assistant, a pretty blonde woman by the name of Lisa Garland had been struck totally dumb by his telling that she had spoke. The red haired teen with her empty stare and pale demenor had always given Lisa the creeps. Perhaps now it was to be revealed that the girl herself was just so stubborn that she didn't want to talk. He pondered to himself. Her voice was almost inaudible to the human ear, but he heard it. A soft clicking noise she was letting the cord to the blinds gently fall back and forth catching it absently. Once again it were as if she weren't really there, a soft humming emerging from her lips. His blue eyes widened slightly. "So...do you like to sing Danielle?" He asked, there was no reply. "Well? Danielle, If I were to ask your father to make another appointment would you be willing to talk to me?" The rapping against the window continued before her lips slowly began to move "Will you talk to me?" She repeated in a monontone mocking voice. It disturbed him beyond belief. He sighed softly. "Please Danielle, do something other than mock me and provide cryptic words." He nearly jumped out of his seat but settled for slowly rising from it and walking over to the girl. Placing a hand on her shoulder. It was strangely enough, cold as Ice. She softly spoke again this time it was almost even more disturbing. "The potential for this illness exists in all people and, under the right circumstances, any man or woman would be driven,like him, to "the other side."She said nothing else but didn't really need to. He had heard the report before, but needed time to find it again and figure out exactly what she was talking about. This girl seemed to speak in strange tounges, and riddles never speaking common sense. It worried him. This had all the makings of a bad horror movie.
Ryou sighted softly as he studied his exam paper. Tests were something he was normally good at but today...today everything seemed like it was written in greek. A cold sweat softly fell from his forehead a song stuck in his head. A lost carol from the olden days a voice singing softly in his head. "Mr. Bakura! Mr. Bakura!" SOmething was rapidly shaking him, to be exact someone. "Mr. Bakura it's time to pass in your test papers thank you very much." It was the professor, a tall, chunky older man. "Oh Yes Sorry sir." He answered with a sigh as the bell rang signalling the end of classes for that day. It was just one of those days he guess. He had these at least once a week, one of those days where he couldn't concentrate on school work. Yet another thing that the stress of losing her had caused. He sighed as he threw down his book bag as he reached the dormitory. Malik was sitting in a bean bag chair in the corner his nose in a book. "Before, you say something Yes I'm actually studying, Karasu threatened me." Ryou said nothing but fell onto his own bed and closed his eyes.
A cathedral of sorts, the sunlight streaming through the windows, pillars holding the balconies up as footsteps echoed on a marble floor. There was that singing again. softly echoing through the halls of a long foresaken church the figure whom was singing it familiar, it was her. Danielle. Her voice halted as she turned and looked to him. "Ryou..." She smiled, that broken smile. THe one that sent shivers up so many spines. "Your...Your alive! I thought I would never see you again!" She smiled softly, then the forbidden song filled the air again. Such a beautiful song, haunting, even though there were no real lyrics. A soft click echoed through the halls, before he relized, she had a gun pointed to her head. She smiled again. "Goodbye."
A scream echoed through the night, however this was not the scream of Ryou but Vincent. Apparently two people who never even knew eachother having the same dream was going to say something. That it was intentioned. The radio sitting next to his bed buzzed softly. It had a tendency to do that. He just refered to it as his little poltergiest. "That girl. Danielle. The white haired boy. Ryou. He said...he thought she was dead? How can it be possible?"
Pegasus crawford was a typical man, not rich, but not poverty. He sold paintings and worked at a small antique shop on the corner of fifth street which barely left him enough money to pay off his daughters slew of medical bills. He sighed as the numerous clocks on the wall of the shop ticked off time. The red haired teen absently tearing peices of paper, a small clump gathering at her feet. He sighed. Other than the past three years her entire existance seemed to be completely whiped from his and probably her own memory. A bell clanging signaled someone entering the shop. He looked up, a tall thin boy probably a college student, with stringy waist length black hair entered dragging behind him a blonde haired boy tanned skin, lavender eyes, he was strangely familiar for some reason. "Come on I just wanna look Malik!" The black haired boy remarked to the blond as a third boy entered. His hair was long almost past his waist, brown eyes slightly saddened for some reason, pale skin, he wore a black turtleneck and a pair of khaki pants. He froze when he saw Pegasus. Pegasus trailed his line of vision as it moved, connecting with the red haired teen sitting in the corner. 'perfect another person to harass her. "Hey stupid wanna venture into a dark alley with me?"' He thought to himself. Not being the first time someone had tried to take advantage of his daughters mental state. His eyes suddenly became a mixture of emotions, happiness, fear, all of the above. "You! Your! Y-Your!" the two boys before him turned and looked at him oddly. "You okay Ryou?" Asked the black haired boy. The white haired boy slowly took a step foreward causing Pegasus to stand protectively. "Danielle! Your Alive!" He said before rushing over and embraceing the red haired teen who simply stared off into the abyss. She had no true line of vision, her eyes were always fogged over, connecting in a blank stare with whatever was facing the direction she absently de cided to tilt her head. Pegasus froze. Did this boy know his daughter? How? "Excuse me?" He looked at the two boys who seemed just as stunned. "But how exactly do you know her?"
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Cliff hanger! *cackles evily* anyways please review.
Authoress Notes: Yeah we all knew Malik was destined for it we just figured it'd be Ryou he was screwing.
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Report 2
He had found himself in this similar situation a million times before. The rain outside his office window was the only sound. It was driving Vincent crazy, she had spoken the day before, but, perhaps it took physical contact to make her speak. So there she sat today, those same broken emeralds staring absently out the window. It was as if she was from a higher plane of existense, that she lived in her own little world. He had had hard cases to crack before, people with seven diffrent personalities and a thirst for world domination were easier to deal with than she had been. Dressed in a navy blue over coat with a yellow plaid dress under it, her knees meeting to hide everything but her ankles touching the floor at what would seem like only inches away from causing them to break. He sighed softly. After thirty minutes he had totally given up on talking to her. They sat in an otherwise awkward silence that at times made him wonder if he really had heard her speak. HIs assistant, a pretty blonde woman by the name of Lisa Garland had been struck totally dumb by his telling that she had spoke. The red haired teen with her empty stare and pale demenor had always given Lisa the creeps. Perhaps now it was to be revealed that the girl herself was just so stubborn that she didn't want to talk. He pondered to himself. Her voice was almost inaudible to the human ear, but he heard it. A soft clicking noise she was letting the cord to the blinds gently fall back and forth catching it absently. Once again it were as if she weren't really there, a soft humming emerging from her lips. His blue eyes widened slightly. "So...do you like to sing Danielle?" He asked, there was no reply. "Well? Danielle, If I were to ask your father to make another appointment would you be willing to talk to me?" The rapping against the window continued before her lips slowly began to move "Will you talk to me?" She repeated in a monontone mocking voice. It disturbed him beyond belief. He sighed softly. "Please Danielle, do something other than mock me and provide cryptic words." He nearly jumped out of his seat but settled for slowly rising from it and walking over to the girl. Placing a hand on her shoulder. It was strangely enough, cold as Ice. She softly spoke again this time it was almost even more disturbing. "The potential for this illness exists in all people and, under the right circumstances, any man or woman would be driven,like him, to "the other side."She said nothing else but didn't really need to. He had heard the report before, but needed time to find it again and figure out exactly what she was talking about. This girl seemed to speak in strange tounges, and riddles never speaking common sense. It worried him. This had all the makings of a bad horror movie.
Ryou sighted softly as he studied his exam paper. Tests were something he was normally good at but today...today everything seemed like it was written in greek. A cold sweat softly fell from his forehead a song stuck in his head. A lost carol from the olden days a voice singing softly in his head. "Mr. Bakura! Mr. Bakura!" SOmething was rapidly shaking him, to be exact someone. "Mr. Bakura it's time to pass in your test papers thank you very much." It was the professor, a tall, chunky older man. "Oh Yes Sorry sir." He answered with a sigh as the bell rang signalling the end of classes for that day. It was just one of those days he guess. He had these at least once a week, one of those days where he couldn't concentrate on school work. Yet another thing that the stress of losing her had caused. He sighed as he threw down his book bag as he reached the dormitory. Malik was sitting in a bean bag chair in the corner his nose in a book. "Before, you say something Yes I'm actually studying, Karasu threatened me." Ryou said nothing but fell onto his own bed and closed his eyes.
A cathedral of sorts, the sunlight streaming through the windows, pillars holding the balconies up as footsteps echoed on a marble floor. There was that singing again. softly echoing through the halls of a long foresaken church the figure whom was singing it familiar, it was her. Danielle. Her voice halted as she turned and looked to him. "Ryou..." She smiled, that broken smile. THe one that sent shivers up so many spines. "Your...Your alive! I thought I would never see you again!" She smiled softly, then the forbidden song filled the air again. Such a beautiful song, haunting, even though there were no real lyrics. A soft click echoed through the halls, before he relized, she had a gun pointed to her head. She smiled again. "Goodbye."
A scream echoed through the night, however this was not the scream of Ryou but Vincent. Apparently two people who never even knew eachother having the same dream was going to say something. That it was intentioned. The radio sitting next to his bed buzzed softly. It had a tendency to do that. He just refered to it as his little poltergiest. "That girl. Danielle. The white haired boy. Ryou. He said...he thought she was dead? How can it be possible?"
Pegasus crawford was a typical man, not rich, but not poverty. He sold paintings and worked at a small antique shop on the corner of fifth street which barely left him enough money to pay off his daughters slew of medical bills. He sighed as the numerous clocks on the wall of the shop ticked off time. The red haired teen absently tearing peices of paper, a small clump gathering at her feet. He sighed. Other than the past three years her entire existance seemed to be completely whiped from his and probably her own memory. A bell clanging signaled someone entering the shop. He looked up, a tall thin boy probably a college student, with stringy waist length black hair entered dragging behind him a blonde haired boy tanned skin, lavender eyes, he was strangely familiar for some reason. "Come on I just wanna look Malik!" The black haired boy remarked to the blond as a third boy entered. His hair was long almost past his waist, brown eyes slightly saddened for some reason, pale skin, he wore a black turtleneck and a pair of khaki pants. He froze when he saw Pegasus. Pegasus trailed his line of vision as it moved, connecting with the red haired teen sitting in the corner. 'perfect another person to harass her. "Hey stupid wanna venture into a dark alley with me?"' He thought to himself. Not being the first time someone had tried to take advantage of his daughters mental state. His eyes suddenly became a mixture of emotions, happiness, fear, all of the above. "You! Your! Y-Your!" the two boys before him turned and looked at him oddly. "You okay Ryou?" Asked the black haired boy. The white haired boy slowly took a step foreward causing Pegasus to stand protectively. "Danielle! Your Alive!" He said before rushing over and embraceing the red haired teen who simply stared off into the abyss. She had no true line of vision, her eyes were always fogged over, connecting in a blank stare with whatever was facing the direction she absently de cided to tilt her head. Pegasus froze. Did this boy know his daughter? How? "Excuse me?" He looked at the two boys who seemed just as stunned. "But how exactly do you know her?"
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Cliff hanger! *cackles evily* anyways please review.