Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! So don't sue me.
Authoress Notes: Happy? WHat is this happy you speak of? Actually things will get better but not before they get worse.. Adn the reviews just keep coming..
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Wishing for Death and getting it, are two diffrent things. Most of the time is you didn't want it you got it and if you wanted it than even your greatest attempts at ending your own life never worked. At least that was Ryou's opinion on things. Karasu had never really been sure on what kept people from qualifying the white haired teen as insane, except that he had a reason for his madness. According to Malik at least. He had a friend, who was a little more than a friend, it was a she and she was the daughter of a wealthy business man, however her life was miserable and at the age of 16 commited Suicide. Now Ryou was 21 and still hadn't fully gotten over it. The weird things was, that now he was claiming she was still alive. Even stranger was that he said it was that girl from the antique shop... Some Wealthy Business man.
They sat at their usual table in the college cafeteria Malik attempting to stuff one of those Jumbo pretzels in his mouth. Ryou couldn't help but laugh. But his mind strayed slightly to the open window and the fountain in the courtyard. "So let me get this strait." Malik remarked holding a pretzel stick like a cigarette as he spoke "This girl is your friend that commited suicide about five years ago. She's suposed to be dead and she kinda is but she has no soul... Sounds kinda like that nut job Anthy on the Utena Anime Karasu made me watch." Ryou chuckled at his friends Remark. Karasu was a prominent Anime fan and sometimes forced Malik to share in his viewing experience. "I guess you could say that. She seems like she's alive but...if that is her then it's not the girl I remember from five years ago... It's like her mind can't stop from switching tracks.." He sighed softly at the though of their last encounter "The Danielle I knew would have never spoken those words, not to her father."
He threw his paintbrush to the side. His inspiration was totally gone. It had been since his own daughter told him he should just lay down and die. He had looked foreward to the day when she would speak to him again. But never had he wanted to hear those words. Had he really made her that miserable?
Bakura smirked as he walked through the crowded streets half expecting his idiot Hikari to be running around with Yugi and his lackeys just like before. The curse on the items had broken because he had made the purest wish of all...Please, spare us all the sap. SO he continued his walk a smug expression on his face. "Oh where are you my pretty little kitten?" He mused to himself.
Pegasus sighed as they walked from the door of his house to the car. "You know Danielle, I take you to these sessions to try to help you." he muttered as he opened the door his daughter glossy eyed as ever said nothing as she took her seat in the car he sighed softly placing a hand on his forehead. "But he can't help you if you if you don't talk." He finished with a sigh. Running fingers through his silver hair as he turned the key in the ignition. Another useless session approached. Another bill to pay.
Seto followed Mokuba into the office. It had been a terrible idea but someone had suggested that Mokuba, who was unusaly quiet and rather morbid in all sense's of the word enter into the world of therapy. So he sighed and walked over to the receptionist desk as Mokuba looked around the office. It was sterotypical several leather recliners and a small sofa filled the room. None were at the moment occupied a green fern sat in the middle of the coffee table next to it several magazines he was sure would hold no intrest to anyone other than over protective soccer mom's. "Of course Mr. Kaiba it's an honnor to have you, please be seated." the receptionist a blonde woman with brown eyes nodded a smile on her face before looking at the door which had slowly opened. Her smile faded automatically and Seto's eyes widened in shock. 'It's...that girl.. from the paper but how?!' A tall thin girl her uneven red hair cover one eye the rest falling over her shoulders limply. She had wire rimmed glasses covering green eyes which in turn were rimmed by bags that could only be attained from never sleeping. It was odd, the girl in the picture had seemed sad but still incredibly pretty and she didn't have bags under her eyes. "Ah, Mr. Crawford.. back again." Seto had been so caught up in his thought that he hadn't noticed the man walk through the door behind the girl. Her father? Somehow he seemed familar. "yes." he sighed softly motioning for the girl to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. Suddenly everything got alot more confusing for poor Seto.
Authoress Notes: Happy? WHat is this happy you speak of? Actually things will get better but not before they get worse.. Adn the reviews just keep coming..
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Wishing for Death and getting it, are two diffrent things. Most of the time is you didn't want it you got it and if you wanted it than even your greatest attempts at ending your own life never worked. At least that was Ryou's opinion on things. Karasu had never really been sure on what kept people from qualifying the white haired teen as insane, except that he had a reason for his madness. According to Malik at least. He had a friend, who was a little more than a friend, it was a she and she was the daughter of a wealthy business man, however her life was miserable and at the age of 16 commited Suicide. Now Ryou was 21 and still hadn't fully gotten over it. The weird things was, that now he was claiming she was still alive. Even stranger was that he said it was that girl from the antique shop... Some Wealthy Business man.
They sat at their usual table in the college cafeteria Malik attempting to stuff one of those Jumbo pretzels in his mouth. Ryou couldn't help but laugh. But his mind strayed slightly to the open window and the fountain in the courtyard. "So let me get this strait." Malik remarked holding a pretzel stick like a cigarette as he spoke "This girl is your friend that commited suicide about five years ago. She's suposed to be dead and she kinda is but she has no soul... Sounds kinda like that nut job Anthy on the Utena Anime Karasu made me watch." Ryou chuckled at his friends Remark. Karasu was a prominent Anime fan and sometimes forced Malik to share in his viewing experience. "I guess you could say that. She seems like she's alive but...if that is her then it's not the girl I remember from five years ago... It's like her mind can't stop from switching tracks.." He sighed softly at the though of their last encounter "The Danielle I knew would have never spoken those words, not to her father."
He threw his paintbrush to the side. His inspiration was totally gone. It had been since his own daughter told him he should just lay down and die. He had looked foreward to the day when she would speak to him again. But never had he wanted to hear those words. Had he really made her that miserable?
Bakura smirked as he walked through the crowded streets half expecting his idiot Hikari to be running around with Yugi and his lackeys just like before. The curse on the items had broken because he had made the purest wish of all...Please, spare us all the sap. SO he continued his walk a smug expression on his face. "Oh where are you my pretty little kitten?" He mused to himself.
Pegasus sighed as they walked from the door of his house to the car. "You know Danielle, I take you to these sessions to try to help you." he muttered as he opened the door his daughter glossy eyed as ever said nothing as she took her seat in the car he sighed softly placing a hand on his forehead. "But he can't help you if you if you don't talk." He finished with a sigh. Running fingers through his silver hair as he turned the key in the ignition. Another useless session approached. Another bill to pay.
Seto followed Mokuba into the office. It had been a terrible idea but someone had suggested that Mokuba, who was unusaly quiet and rather morbid in all sense's of the word enter into the world of therapy. So he sighed and walked over to the receptionist desk as Mokuba looked around the office. It was sterotypical several leather recliners and a small sofa filled the room. None were at the moment occupied a green fern sat in the middle of the coffee table next to it several magazines he was sure would hold no intrest to anyone other than over protective soccer mom's. "Of course Mr. Kaiba it's an honnor to have you, please be seated." the receptionist a blonde woman with brown eyes nodded a smile on her face before looking at the door which had slowly opened. Her smile faded automatically and Seto's eyes widened in shock. 'It's...that girl.. from the paper but how?!' A tall thin girl her uneven red hair cover one eye the rest falling over her shoulders limply. She had wire rimmed glasses covering green eyes which in turn were rimmed by bags that could only be attained from never sleeping. It was odd, the girl in the picture had seemed sad but still incredibly pretty and she didn't have bags under her eyes. "Ah, Mr. Crawford.. back again." Seto had been so caught up in his thought that he hadn't noticed the man walk through the door behind the girl. Her father? Somehow he seemed familar. "yes." he sighed softly motioning for the girl to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. Suddenly everything got alot more confusing for poor Seto.