Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Authoress Notes: Alright question what do you people mean by more graphic? As in..
Heather: Lemons!? ^_^
Urg.. Yes what the insane on said, Lemons.. Are you sure you want someone who's never experiences that...type of thing... to write that? And thank you all I'll do a nice little piccie of anything you guys want for reviewing so much.. It like.. well in the works of Rikku: Eeek they're multiplying! I'm thinking of turning this into a yu YU Hakusho crossover since they've met up with just about everything else. But it would only be a few characters, considering, well Danielle was suposed to be DEAD. A cookie if you can guess who Bakura's going to attempt to beat up.. ^_^
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Bakura glared at the denizens of the resurant he occupied in Tokyo, cracking his nuckles at the passerbys. He could use a good challenge. He needed to beat the shit out of something because his frustration in tracking down the teenager he so desired was getting out of hand. He glared at a black haired boy with slicked back black hair wearing a sea green school uniform. The boys own chocolate brown eyes narrowed dangerously. Oh yes this was going to be fun.
Mokuba was staring. He knew it was polite, but that girl. She seemed familiar and yet.. His brother seemed to notice it too. Seto diverted his blue eye's from the red haired girl who's green eye's stared into the space somewhere between the potted plant and the coffee table that sat in the chairs between her and them. Her father absently sighed as Mokuba flopped into the seat so that his chin was touching his chest his feet flopping up and down. For several moments there was an unplesant silence in the room with nothing but the ticking of the clock and occasional words over the phone from the receptionist. Mokuba's feet stopped as his brother did one of his mock glares telling him that he was getting annoyed. "I'm bored." He simply stated as he sat up. "There's nothing to do here." Seto sighed letting his brother know that he was bored too, that he would rather be any other place but here. But that somehow a question on his big brothers mind was about to answered. "So.." he looked to the girl across the room. "What are ya here for?"
Seto's eyes widened as the girl looked to his younger brother in her eye's lay some sort of confused gentleness. Mokuba sat up and looked at the girl mouthing his question again as if he thought that she didn't understand him just saying it. She said nothing only smiled and rose from her seat walking over to whisper into Mokuba's Ear. Her father looked at the two a slightly confused expression as a small giggle rose from the huddled pair. For some reason it made Seto's blood run cold.. He held back the desire to shiver, and only looked to Mokuba. She pulled her hand back from it's cupped position around Mokuba's ear, as his brother chuckled a bit before whispering something to her as well. That is before the door opened and the first of the dou was called in.
Vincent mused quietly over his desk as he reviewed the file for his next patient. A boy of about 15 whose teachers had labeled him as, rather odd. They felt that he had a morbid dispostion and that it made them feel uncomfortable. Typical. He would probably have to endure about one visit. He looked to the young boys brother, he was perhaps about 21, and had short brown hair. He thumbed through the younger boys files absently. "So the teachers say they're worried about Mokuba." He muttered looking to the blue eyes. "Alright then Mokuba how about you tell me what you think about this whole situation?" he asked the boy placing his chin on his hands. The boy flopped into the large seat and for once made eye contact. "It's stupid. If they heard the way half the other kids talked then my entire class would be here. I said one weird thing and they go nuts!" Vincets eyes strayed to Seto, the older of the two who's own eyes were at the door. "Something on your mind Oh mighty big brother?" He joked. "I didn't come here for sessions with you, Those idiots at Mokuba's school made me." He froze and looked to the older man. "But how often does that girl come here?" Vincent froze. "You mean Danielle? She's an intresting case. I've been seeing her about a year and I've still never managed to crack that girl." Seto looked confused. "When I've managed to get her to talk, it's strange names, cryptic riddles, or insane laughs." Seto looked sligthly confused. But nodded. "And that would be all I expect considering the last thing I have from that blank space in my memory from the ages of 15 to 17 is a new paper obituary announcing her Death by suicide." Vincents eyes widened at this.
Two people claimed this girl was dead. Leaving the past years with her as nothing but a blank space in their memories...But how was this possible? He waited as Mokuba and Seto left his other conversations with them little more than a blur in his own memory as she walked through the door. His most confusing patient.
His living dead girl..
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Yeah I know I'm ending this super early but I can't think of anything else to write and waiting for inspiration usually means making people mad because I haven't updated in like three months.
Authoress Notes: Alright question what do you people mean by more graphic? As in..
Heather: Lemons!? ^_^
Urg.. Yes what the insane on said, Lemons.. Are you sure you want someone who's never experiences that...type of thing... to write that? And thank you all I'll do a nice little piccie of anything you guys want for reviewing so much.. It like.. well in the works of Rikku: Eeek they're multiplying! I'm thinking of turning this into a yu YU Hakusho crossover since they've met up with just about everything else. But it would only be a few characters, considering, well Danielle was suposed to be DEAD. A cookie if you can guess who Bakura's going to attempt to beat up.. ^_^
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Bakura glared at the denizens of the resurant he occupied in Tokyo, cracking his nuckles at the passerbys. He could use a good challenge. He needed to beat the shit out of something because his frustration in tracking down the teenager he so desired was getting out of hand. He glared at a black haired boy with slicked back black hair wearing a sea green school uniform. The boys own chocolate brown eyes narrowed dangerously. Oh yes this was going to be fun.
Mokuba was staring. He knew it was polite, but that girl. She seemed familiar and yet.. His brother seemed to notice it too. Seto diverted his blue eye's from the red haired girl who's green eye's stared into the space somewhere between the potted plant and the coffee table that sat in the chairs between her and them. Her father absently sighed as Mokuba flopped into the seat so that his chin was touching his chest his feet flopping up and down. For several moments there was an unplesant silence in the room with nothing but the ticking of the clock and occasional words over the phone from the receptionist. Mokuba's feet stopped as his brother did one of his mock glares telling him that he was getting annoyed. "I'm bored." He simply stated as he sat up. "There's nothing to do here." Seto sighed letting his brother know that he was bored too, that he would rather be any other place but here. But that somehow a question on his big brothers mind was about to answered. "So.." he looked to the girl across the room. "What are ya here for?"
Seto's eyes widened as the girl looked to his younger brother in her eye's lay some sort of confused gentleness. Mokuba sat up and looked at the girl mouthing his question again as if he thought that she didn't understand him just saying it. She said nothing only smiled and rose from her seat walking over to whisper into Mokuba's Ear. Her father looked at the two a slightly confused expression as a small giggle rose from the huddled pair. For some reason it made Seto's blood run cold.. He held back the desire to shiver, and only looked to Mokuba. She pulled her hand back from it's cupped position around Mokuba's ear, as his brother chuckled a bit before whispering something to her as well. That is before the door opened and the first of the dou was called in.
Vincent mused quietly over his desk as he reviewed the file for his next patient. A boy of about 15 whose teachers had labeled him as, rather odd. They felt that he had a morbid dispostion and that it made them feel uncomfortable. Typical. He would probably have to endure about one visit. He looked to the young boys brother, he was perhaps about 21, and had short brown hair. He thumbed through the younger boys files absently. "So the teachers say they're worried about Mokuba." He muttered looking to the blue eyes. "Alright then Mokuba how about you tell me what you think about this whole situation?" he asked the boy placing his chin on his hands. The boy flopped into the large seat and for once made eye contact. "It's stupid. If they heard the way half the other kids talked then my entire class would be here. I said one weird thing and they go nuts!" Vincets eyes strayed to Seto, the older of the two who's own eyes were at the door. "Something on your mind Oh mighty big brother?" He joked. "I didn't come here for sessions with you, Those idiots at Mokuba's school made me." He froze and looked to the older man. "But how often does that girl come here?" Vincent froze. "You mean Danielle? She's an intresting case. I've been seeing her about a year and I've still never managed to crack that girl." Seto looked confused. "When I've managed to get her to talk, it's strange names, cryptic riddles, or insane laughs." Seto looked sligthly confused. But nodded. "And that would be all I expect considering the last thing I have from that blank space in my memory from the ages of 15 to 17 is a new paper obituary announcing her Death by suicide." Vincents eyes widened at this.
Two people claimed this girl was dead. Leaving the past years with her as nothing but a blank space in their memories...But how was this possible? He waited as Mokuba and Seto left his other conversations with them little more than a blur in his own memory as she walked through the door. His most confusing patient.
His living dead girl..
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Yeah I know I'm ending this super early but I can't think of anything else to write and waiting for inspiration usually means making people mad because I haven't updated in like three months.