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Authoress Note: Bakura's Girl Ryou walked in shortly after Malik and Karasu. Although that made me think of something like agent smith from the matrix. I'm still working on updating the other fics.
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Chapter 3: Never Forgive me
Ryou looked stunned towards Pegasus who once again had a slightly sadned this was not the same slightly dememnted Pegasus J. Crawford, who had faced a critically insane daughter and a sister whom wanted to kill him years ago. He seemed so lost and lonely as he looked quizzically between the two of them. Malik and Karasu were also rather clueless. Malik never remembered her in the first place...and Karasu never knew her. She looked at him with those vacant eyes, a pained look only he could see. ONe that told him she was still alive, and wanting so badly to push away the memory's that threatened to bubble to the surface with his appearance. "I...I...I've seen her I can't tell you where but...I know her all to well for comfort." He spoke softly. He got the feeling things were going to be hard to explain for there on.
Vincent found that most people in her mental state couldn't really do much on these sort of tests. He never bothered with finding out what went on inside their heads through creativity because as Lisa had joked, there was nothing. But she had mustered full scaled pictures of rather violent worlds and her own self mutilation. Perhaps she lead a double life? She sat there with a sketch book her hands forcefully drawing out things onto the paper as she sat on the floor in a blue top with a white shirt under it tied around her kneck was a bow wearing a pair of white knee socks and a matching blue knee lenght skirt. "MOrning doctor..." Lisa entered into the room and then looked over to the red head, a girl who should have been in college now. The only problem was she had the mental state of a child. She shook her head at the girl who's rouge movements had turned even more violent. "Now that's a creepy picture." She remarked sarcastically as she looked over the girls shoulder. "Say, was anyone in your family ever an artist?" The girl nodded absently.
"My father...He stopped...shortly after SHE died." He winced. SHe spoke rather coldly of any matter envolving her mother. "You mean your mother?"
"NOT my mother. Hated her, stupid painting. Stupid music box. I hated that music box..." She glared now not even looking at the picture she had been working on. "I hated it....I broke it..."A fit of insane giggles caused the blonde secretary to back up slowly as the pencil broke and the red haired girl glared at it. "I hated him too, but I couldn't get rid of him..." She smiled in that sadistic way before he looked to the clock. "I forogt to tell you. Your next appointment has arrived." Said Lisa before she walked out of the room. Danielle rose slowly leaving the broken pencil on the floor beside the picture she had drawn. A boy about her age with spiked white hair and sharp eyes.
Ryou dug through the boxes at the old antique store and glared sharply. Everything in the store seemed to be hiding from him. The ring hung around his neck and tried it's best to get stuck in the peices of stuff that were sticking up. "Damnit Pegasus you need to get organized!" He called to the grey haired man who chuckled slightly. "And you don't have to help me with anything, I've managed this shop for the past three years and never had any problems with..." Ryou pulled out a large pendant, slightly greyed and rusted strange writing circled an ornate triangle. "What the Hell is this?" He asked looking just as stunned.
"I don't know...I've never seen it before." Ryou tucked the necklace in a safe place. Before mumbling something jokingly "And I thought you said you had everything running just fine before I came." Pegasus sighed. "So sue me, and besides no one said you had to help me." Ryou nodded and smiled softly, before speaking, just as the door to the backroom opened and Danielle walked in. "But I want to." The red haired girl looked at the necklace he had found and then looked to him. Before taking it and walking back towards the backroom. Pegasus sighed softly placing a hand on his chin. "I just can't help but wonder what's going on in that girls head. Especially when she's around you." Ryou smiled softly once more. "Yeah, but I don't think you would want to know." Pegasus looked rather confused at this statement as Ryou walked towards the backroom.
The door pushed open. It was him. She didn't want to see him. It was scary to think, that something that bad was about to push itself to a stop. Carousel slowly lit up, reviving her memories and standing in the slowly rising light was him. She chuckled softly to herself. That giggle of hers. It had scared her at first. To think that it was her voice laughing so insanely. He was looking at her, as she was totally unaware that her nails were sharply clawing at her own wrist.
Ryou winced at the girl sitting beofre him. Before turning the other way and sighing. There was a mirror there. It was no use trying to hide his expression. But something bothered him about the other person reflected in the mirror. He looked back to the pale female before him. He was desprate to make conversation with her. "Do you remember me at all?" He asked softly grabbing a chair as she tilted her head blankly to the side. She said nothing but continued absently scraping the now bleeding skin on her arm. He noted the ever present scar on her right wrist as she clawed the left one. Perhaps it was the same one...perhaps she had just done the same thing to that wrist. But then again now that he had a chance to look at her up close...It was the same face, now only paler, the veins visible as though she had never seen the light of day. The dark skin under her eyes which were now broken unpolished emeralds. She wore a green shirt with a golden rooster on it and a pair of blue jeans, at least she wasn't dressed like a three year old. He figured she was dressed according to her mentality for a short while. But perhaps she wasn't capable of doing alot of things by herself... Ryou sighed softly reaching out and grabbing the bloodied hand that soon began groping at the skin on his own hand. He winced before speaking. "Danielle...I..He's gone now, I can't guaruntee that he won't be back but I can say that this time I'm willing to protect you... Please say something." He froze as a voice began to softly sing. A song he had never heard, but a voice he recognized. She had the same voice as in the dream. It was beautiful.
Blue sky to forever
The green grass blows in the wind, Dancing
it would be a much better sight
with you with me
if you hadn't met me I'd be fine on my own
never felt so lonely then you came along.
So now what should I do? I'm strung out addicted to you
my body aches now that your gone, my supply fell through
Gladly gave me everything you had and more
you craved my happiness.
When you made feel joy it made you smile but now I feel your stress
love was never meant to be such a crazy affair and who had time tears.
Never though I'd sit around cry for your love tonight..
Slowly in her mind. The carousel lit up, one by one the lights slowly began to come on. Soon enough...It would be time to face her past. But perhaps when the figure in the shadow appeared visible. It would not be who she thought it was. Then she could be happy.
Authoress Note: Bakura's Girl Ryou walked in shortly after Malik and Karasu. Although that made me think of something like agent smith from the matrix. I'm still working on updating the other fics.
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Chapter 3: Never Forgive me
Ryou looked stunned towards Pegasus who once again had a slightly sadned this was not the same slightly dememnted Pegasus J. Crawford, who had faced a critically insane daughter and a sister whom wanted to kill him years ago. He seemed so lost and lonely as he looked quizzically between the two of them. Malik and Karasu were also rather clueless. Malik never remembered her in the first place...and Karasu never knew her. She looked at him with those vacant eyes, a pained look only he could see. ONe that told him she was still alive, and wanting so badly to push away the memory's that threatened to bubble to the surface with his appearance. "I...I...I've seen her I can't tell you where but...I know her all to well for comfort." He spoke softly. He got the feeling things were going to be hard to explain for there on.
Vincent found that most people in her mental state couldn't really do much on these sort of tests. He never bothered with finding out what went on inside their heads through creativity because as Lisa had joked, there was nothing. But she had mustered full scaled pictures of rather violent worlds and her own self mutilation. Perhaps she lead a double life? She sat there with a sketch book her hands forcefully drawing out things onto the paper as she sat on the floor in a blue top with a white shirt under it tied around her kneck was a bow wearing a pair of white knee socks and a matching blue knee lenght skirt. "MOrning doctor..." Lisa entered into the room and then looked over to the red head, a girl who should have been in college now. The only problem was she had the mental state of a child. She shook her head at the girl who's rouge movements had turned even more violent. "Now that's a creepy picture." She remarked sarcastically as she looked over the girls shoulder. "Say, was anyone in your family ever an artist?" The girl nodded absently.
"My father...He stopped...shortly after SHE died." He winced. SHe spoke rather coldly of any matter envolving her mother. "You mean your mother?"
"NOT my mother. Hated her, stupid painting. Stupid music box. I hated that music box..." She glared now not even looking at the picture she had been working on. "I hated it....I broke it..."A fit of insane giggles caused the blonde secretary to back up slowly as the pencil broke and the red haired girl glared at it. "I hated him too, but I couldn't get rid of him..." She smiled in that sadistic way before he looked to the clock. "I forogt to tell you. Your next appointment has arrived." Said Lisa before she walked out of the room. Danielle rose slowly leaving the broken pencil on the floor beside the picture she had drawn. A boy about her age with spiked white hair and sharp eyes.
Ryou dug through the boxes at the old antique store and glared sharply. Everything in the store seemed to be hiding from him. The ring hung around his neck and tried it's best to get stuck in the peices of stuff that were sticking up. "Damnit Pegasus you need to get organized!" He called to the grey haired man who chuckled slightly. "And you don't have to help me with anything, I've managed this shop for the past three years and never had any problems with..." Ryou pulled out a large pendant, slightly greyed and rusted strange writing circled an ornate triangle. "What the Hell is this?" He asked looking just as stunned.
"I don't know...I've never seen it before." Ryou tucked the necklace in a safe place. Before mumbling something jokingly "And I thought you said you had everything running just fine before I came." Pegasus sighed. "So sue me, and besides no one said you had to help me." Ryou nodded and smiled softly, before speaking, just as the door to the backroom opened and Danielle walked in. "But I want to." The red haired girl looked at the necklace he had found and then looked to him. Before taking it and walking back towards the backroom. Pegasus sighed softly placing a hand on his chin. "I just can't help but wonder what's going on in that girls head. Especially when she's around you." Ryou smiled softly once more. "Yeah, but I don't think you would want to know." Pegasus looked rather confused at this statement as Ryou walked towards the backroom.
The door pushed open. It was him. She didn't want to see him. It was scary to think, that something that bad was about to push itself to a stop. Carousel slowly lit up, reviving her memories and standing in the slowly rising light was him. She chuckled softly to herself. That giggle of hers. It had scared her at first. To think that it was her voice laughing so insanely. He was looking at her, as she was totally unaware that her nails were sharply clawing at her own wrist.
Ryou winced at the girl sitting beofre him. Before turning the other way and sighing. There was a mirror there. It was no use trying to hide his expression. But something bothered him about the other person reflected in the mirror. He looked back to the pale female before him. He was desprate to make conversation with her. "Do you remember me at all?" He asked softly grabbing a chair as she tilted her head blankly to the side. She said nothing but continued absently scraping the now bleeding skin on her arm. He noted the ever present scar on her right wrist as she clawed the left one. Perhaps it was the same one...perhaps she had just done the same thing to that wrist. But then again now that he had a chance to look at her up close...It was the same face, now only paler, the veins visible as though she had never seen the light of day. The dark skin under her eyes which were now broken unpolished emeralds. She wore a green shirt with a golden rooster on it and a pair of blue jeans, at least she wasn't dressed like a three year old. He figured she was dressed according to her mentality for a short while. But perhaps she wasn't capable of doing alot of things by herself... Ryou sighed softly reaching out and grabbing the bloodied hand that soon began groping at the skin on his own hand. He winced before speaking. "Danielle...I..He's gone now, I can't guaruntee that he won't be back but I can say that this time I'm willing to protect you... Please say something." He froze as a voice began to softly sing. A song he had never heard, but a voice he recognized. She had the same voice as in the dream. It was beautiful.
Blue sky to forever
The green grass blows in the wind, Dancing
it would be a much better sight
with you with me
if you hadn't met me I'd be fine on my own
never felt so lonely then you came along.
So now what should I do? I'm strung out addicted to you
my body aches now that your gone, my supply fell through
Gladly gave me everything you had and more
you craved my happiness.
When you made feel joy it made you smile but now I feel your stress
love was never meant to be such a crazy affair and who had time tears.
Never though I'd sit around cry for your love tonight..
Slowly in her mind. The carousel lit up, one by one the lights slowly began to come on. Soon enough...It would be time to face her past. But perhaps when the figure in the shadow appeared visible. It would not be who she thought it was. Then she could be happy.