Okay, this is the sixth chapter. I have changed a lot of the previous
chapters a bit since I have been told that my bios of the gods and
goddesses were wrong. Fine. I have changed them. Anyway... here is the next
chappie. I hope you like!
BTW, when something is in brackets { } it is an author's note.
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My house is pretty small by my standards. There is no second floor and all of the walls and doors are screens. I have to hand it to the Japanese, though. They can make really pretty houses.
My room is kind of weird. Outside, the screen is a nice cream color and there is a picture of a crane and some cherry blossoms. Inside, the walls are the same color but you wouldn't be able to tell from all the posters I put up. Dragons, Vampires, pictures of people I don't know that I got off the internet, Blink182, Good Charlotte, Ozzy Osbourne, Orlando Bloom *drool...* and Marilyn Manson. I also have posters of things that I found in garage sales: fluffy mice, Murphy's Laws, (I like that one) and a picture of some kittens.
Lastly, there are many surrealistic paintings that my friend Carson painted. Carson is a 24-year-old artist and it seems no one likes his artwork, they find it nausea-inducing. I think his paintings are absolutely beautiful. One of his, (hanging over my bed) is a picture of a bunny in a furnace. Its fur is melting and you can tell it is screaming in horrible agony.
It's disturbing, but if you look at it for a while you could tell that at the time Carson was in total agony as well. I know this for a fact, because he painted that about the time when the girl he loved and adored flicked him off and said he was a total creep. He wouldn't come out of his house for days.
I was Carson's only friend, I think. I wonder what he will do now that I am gone and there is no one to appreciate his art. I hope that there is someone else that thinks his paintings are beautiful.
So, many of his paintings are hanging around my room, some of them are on top of other posters. I must have spent about $800 to wallpaper my room like this alone, and my other room was bigger. O_O
I have a regular bed (no mats for me!) and beside it I have a little wooden bed stand that has a huge boom box on it , which is way too big for the stand. I flop down on my bed and look at my ceiling (which is also wallpapered with posters) and stare at Marilyn Manson's disturbingly beautiful face.
If there is anything I like more than Carson's paintings, it is Marilyn Manson.
To add to the darkness of mood, I pop in one of Manson's cds. It is the new one, Golden Age of Grotesque. I bought it right before I came here, and I have already memorized the words. I mouth them to myself as they blast out into my ears.
"We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Think abuse four miles, blacken our own eyes
Grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire and we have no reason why...
Set fashion, not follow
Split for trial, not swallow
Set fashion, not follow
Split for trial, not swallow
{Blahblahblah fill in whatever words you get from this phrase cuz I can't decipher them.}
We know who we are, and what we want to say
And we don't care, cause that's our name.
We don't rebel, to sell; it just suits us well
We're the Bright Young Things.
I close my eyes, the music calming me down. That night, my dreams are filled with melting bunnies and crane-like birds.
***
The next day, while I am walking to school I see Ryou reading some book. I can't exactly tell what it is because it is in Japanese but it is unnaturally thick. No small paperback should be four inches thick.
"Hello Ryou," I say walking up beside him. He mumbles hello but does into get his nose out of that damn book. Perfect, now he is making ME curious. I may have to read it now and see why it is so interesting.
"What is that book?" I ask. Hopefully it will be something very boring and I will forget about it.
"It is Les Miserables. It's a story about a man named Jean Valjean. He's in France in the 1800's and he ran away from his parole officer and changed his name and became the mayor of a city called Montriel-su-mer. Nobody knows that it's him, but now the parole officer works for him. Meanwhile, there's a prostitute named Fantine who works at Valjean's factory and she has a young daughter that lives with an innkeeper and his wife and she pays them to take care of the daughter."
I have to kill this boy now... it actually sounds interesting and that is not good. I sigh.
"What happens to Fantine?"
He finally looks up just in time to not crash into a telephone pole. "I don't know, I'm only on the third chapter in the second book."
I stare at him. "How many books are IN there?"
"I think about five or six."
O_o
***
I remembered just in time that I had forgotten to do my homework. I did it very quickly and horribly (and in English, they would have to live with that) None of my words made sense, but an F is better than zero. I think.
It is now Math class, and we are discussing things that I already know. *yawn*
"What is an integer?"
A kid in front of me puts up his hand. "Any whole number or it's opposite."
"Yes," says the teacher. "Can anyone tell me their practical application?"
This is ridiculous, I think. I learned this more than three years ago. I hope they aren't THAT far behind...
Another kid puts up her hand. "They can be used to show a negative temperature, and losses on paper."
I raise my hand to disagree. The professor looks at me with exasperation. I don't think he likes me, since I keep disagreeing with everything he says.
"Yes, miss Noir?"
"Negative numbers aren't real. They're hypothetical, and they can't be used in real life. It's like absolute value, it is redundant."
He raises his eyebrow. "Please explain this, Miss Noir."
By now everyone is staring at me, so I am going to make the most of my (current) moment of fame.
"A number is not technically a thing. It is HOW MANY of a thing there are, or is. The number three, for instance. If you hold up three fingers, the three fingers are not three itself, but they represent that number, correct?"
The professor was barely hanging on. He nodded, with a weird look on his face.
"Three, or any positive number can be represented by items or things. Fractions and decimals are represented every day, when someone cuts something up that is a fraction or decimal. Negative numbers, however cannot be represented by anything in real life. The only thing you could possibly use would be the absence of an item or thing. You cannot have less than zero fingers up, you cannot see negative two trees on the side of the road."
I think that I have just lost him.
They all stare at me as if I was totally messed up. The professor shoots back with a remark that he must have learned during the teacher's meeting where they discussed what to say if kids got too smart.
"What about temperature? You can have a negative 45 degrees Centigrade, can't you?"
That was good, I think. Unfortunately my last teacher said the same thing.
"The measurement of temperature is relative. You can obviously see this, knowing that in America we use Farenheit, which is entirely different from Celcius. In Kelvin, for example, there are no negative numbers. You go from absolute zero up. Therefore, negative numbers are only a hypothetical thing and really shouldn't be taught that much."
The professor said nothing, but opened up his book to a different page.
"Right then..."
***
After school is dismissed I wait in the hallway for everyone to come. Jonouchi, unsurprisingly is first. He runs up next to me with a huge grin on his face.
"Hey," says Jonouchi. "I heard you totally stumped the math teacher today."
"I gave him a lot to think about."
He laughs and shakes his scraggly blonde hair. "Whatever you did, he's not as weird as he was before. He's a lot nicer too, but he insists that there is no such thing as a negative number. Is that your fault?"
"Yeah. One of my many messed-up theories is that there are no such things as negative numbers. I also believe that the universe is expanding and that every time you make a decision you create a parallel universe where in that universe you made a different decision and your life goes on that way."
He looks at me.
"Wow," he says quietly. "I've never thought about that kind of stuff." He looks away and I can tell this kid is not the clown that he appears to be.
I wonder how he does it; how he can be a class clown or a bully or a friend or a helpless kid depending on what he thinks about.
Hell, I wonder how anyone does it.
Yugi and the others run down the hallway to meet us.
"Hey," says Yugi. He is breathing hard, like he just ran down a couple flights of steps. "What's up?"
"Indeed," I say very seriously. I think I will let them figure that one out on their own.
After a couple seconds of confused silence Honda pipes up.
"Hey, we were going to go to Burger World. Do you want to come?"
"Um..." I think very carefully. I DO want to go with them, it's just that... something else doesn't want me to. It wants me to go home.
Well, the gut instinct hasn't failed me too much yet, I may as well trust it now.
"No thanks," I say. "I have lots of homework."
"Okay," says Yugi.
I wish Ryou would stop looking at me like that. He thinks that I'm really messed up over last night but I'm NOT... It's just I feel like I have something to do. I give them a little half-smile and walk out of the building and down the bicycle-infested streets. I really should get one of those.
The way to my house is in a totally different direction than the way to the Card Shop, but for some reason I walk that way instead. It's like my feet are totally ignoring my brain.
Okay feet, I think. Lead the way. But if this doesn't have a good reason, somebody's gonna get on the wrong end of my wrath.
I walk for a while, then turn slightly to the left. I am heading down a road that eventually goes by some woods. I am standing in the middle of the road, and all the while I think about what would happen if a car came by but I never go to one side. On the other hand, though, no cars come by.
I stop about a mile and a half from where I started. I look around trying to find some reason that I stopped here. There is nothing but a bunch of trees on either side of the road and there is no one around. I sigh and walk towards the trees and sit on the side of the road.
About three minutes later, a small doe comes out from the trees on the other side of the road. She walks my way and looks at me benignly. It surprises me that she doesn't get scared or run.
I wonder... I think.
"Hello," I say softly. "Are you some messenger or something? Is that why I'm here? Did you want to tell me something?"
She just stares at me and I decide that she is just a very trusting and/or stupid deer.
I watch her for a while. She walks slowly towards my side of the road, the stops. Then she goes down onto her knees and lays down, in the way four- legged herbivores do.
The red car comes so fast, I do not even notice it before it is ten feet away from the deer. All she and I can do is stare at the car as it comes and crushes her underneath it's tires. It skids off to the other side but keeps going, not that much slower than it was before.
Fucking bastard! I think. He didn't even have the decency to stop. For all he (or she, I didn't get a look at the driver) knew, it could have been a little kid that he/she just hit.
The doe is still facing me, staring with lifeless eyes. I feel the need to throw up, or cry, or both. It really was sad.
A huge crow, about the size of a small dog flies down and starts eating the doe. After a few chunks of meat are eaten, it looks up at me and caws.
"You people are sick. Tell your bosses that, monsieur crow," I say to it. There is no doubt in my mind that this was set up by some god. The god of irony, no doubt.
The bird shakes its head.
"Not crow. Raven. Like you." It's voice sounds like two dry stones being rubbed together. It leans down and rips off another strip of meat and swallows it slowly, like a long bloody worm.
"Whatever. Just tell them that."
It looks at me again with its beady eyes. There is something very intimidating about a bird this size, I think.
"Says he will met you in Kay-ro. Chaos, I mean."
"What the hell? Where is Kay-ro?"
The crow, no, RAVEN laughed croakily.
"You live here. You have map. You figure it out."
I hate birds. I really do.
"Whatever," I say again, sighing. "Just... be specific. Chaos in Kay-ro. This does not help me. I need more information."
"Chaos. Friend. Meet him. Kay-ro," the bird replied helpfully.
I get up and stretch. It feels like I have been sitting on that damn road forever.
"Fine. Just fine, I can do this myself. But can you at least point me in the general direction?"
The bird lifts its wing and points it down the road I had come from.
"Southeast," it croaked.
"I probably could have figured that out by myself."
It ignored me and went back to its venison meal.
I walk down the road a couple of steps, then turn back.
"Hey, bird."
It looks up at me. I can tell it is growing tired of my company. I can understand that, I grow tired of myself sometimes, too.
"What's your name?"
"No name. Only messenger."
I nod and walk down the road for another mile and a half until I get back to the school. I am now back where I started from, with absolutely nothing answered. Wonderful.
I sigh and go walk down the road to a convenience store. Hopefully someone can tell me where the hell Kay-ro is so I can go there, get home, and maybe get some homework done before sleeptime. It is already almost four.
I definitely cannot keep this up every day, I think.
***
"Kay-ro? Why the hell would ya want to go to that rathole?"
"Dude, that is what I am trying to figure out. Just tell me where it is."
The convenience store clerk is being somewhat helpful. He knows where Kay- ro is, obviously.
He raises his eyebrow suspiciously but takes out a map anyway and shows me where it is. It turns out Kay-ro was the slum I walked through yesterday.
Somehow I am not surprised.
"Why is it called Kay-ro?" I ask.
"Some retarded rich dude bought it about thirty years ago and named it Kay-ro, after the city in Egypt. Thing was, he got smart and pronounced it differently so that people would think it was funny. Anyway, it's totally fucked up now, only homeless people live there. Lot's of gangs live there, too, but that's something else." He rolled up the map and put it away.
"Why would he name a city in Japan after a city in Egypt?"
He shrugs. "I dunno. I think he was really interested in that stuff at the time. Going on archaeological digs, crap like that."
"Do you know who he was?"
He looks at me weirdly. "I really can't remember his name. But he was the creator of Duel Monsters, so he certainly had the money. Um... what was his name... Oh! Yeah! Pegasus Crawford. That's his name."
"Uh-huh." I say. "Well, thanks for your help."
"No prob, babe."
I walk out and head toward the Slums. I have a pretty good idea of who I'm going to see. Seriously, nothing can surprise me now.
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Heyo... I totally hope you liked the chapter. (you can guess what I was listening to while I wrote it) Next chapter she actually meets the god who sent her! Any guesses? Personally I think it's a bit obvious, but... that's just me.
I am sooo pissed off right now because my retarded little brother threw away my American Gods book! How am I going to come up with inspiration? That WAS my inspiration! Fuck.
Ja ne,
Khani
BTW, when something is in brackets { } it is an author's note.
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My house is pretty small by my standards. There is no second floor and all of the walls and doors are screens. I have to hand it to the Japanese, though. They can make really pretty houses.
My room is kind of weird. Outside, the screen is a nice cream color and there is a picture of a crane and some cherry blossoms. Inside, the walls are the same color but you wouldn't be able to tell from all the posters I put up. Dragons, Vampires, pictures of people I don't know that I got off the internet, Blink182, Good Charlotte, Ozzy Osbourne, Orlando Bloom *drool...* and Marilyn Manson. I also have posters of things that I found in garage sales: fluffy mice, Murphy's Laws, (I like that one) and a picture of some kittens.
Lastly, there are many surrealistic paintings that my friend Carson painted. Carson is a 24-year-old artist and it seems no one likes his artwork, they find it nausea-inducing. I think his paintings are absolutely beautiful. One of his, (hanging over my bed) is a picture of a bunny in a furnace. Its fur is melting and you can tell it is screaming in horrible agony.
It's disturbing, but if you look at it for a while you could tell that at the time Carson was in total agony as well. I know this for a fact, because he painted that about the time when the girl he loved and adored flicked him off and said he was a total creep. He wouldn't come out of his house for days.
I was Carson's only friend, I think. I wonder what he will do now that I am gone and there is no one to appreciate his art. I hope that there is someone else that thinks his paintings are beautiful.
So, many of his paintings are hanging around my room, some of them are on top of other posters. I must have spent about $800 to wallpaper my room like this alone, and my other room was bigger. O_O
I have a regular bed (no mats for me!) and beside it I have a little wooden bed stand that has a huge boom box on it , which is way too big for the stand. I flop down on my bed and look at my ceiling (which is also wallpapered with posters) and stare at Marilyn Manson's disturbingly beautiful face.
If there is anything I like more than Carson's paintings, it is Marilyn Manson.
To add to the darkness of mood, I pop in one of Manson's cds. It is the new one, Golden Age of Grotesque. I bought it right before I came here, and I have already memorized the words. I mouth them to myself as they blast out into my ears.
"We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Think abuse four miles, blacken our own eyes
Grass isn't greener on the other side
We set it on fire and we have no reason why...
Set fashion, not follow
Split for trial, not swallow
Set fashion, not follow
Split for trial, not swallow
{Blahblahblah fill in whatever words you get from this phrase cuz I can't decipher them.}
We know who we are, and what we want to say
And we don't care, cause that's our name.
We don't rebel, to sell; it just suits us well
We're the Bright Young Things.
I close my eyes, the music calming me down. That night, my dreams are filled with melting bunnies and crane-like birds.
***
The next day, while I am walking to school I see Ryou reading some book. I can't exactly tell what it is because it is in Japanese but it is unnaturally thick. No small paperback should be four inches thick.
"Hello Ryou," I say walking up beside him. He mumbles hello but does into get his nose out of that damn book. Perfect, now he is making ME curious. I may have to read it now and see why it is so interesting.
"What is that book?" I ask. Hopefully it will be something very boring and I will forget about it.
"It is Les Miserables. It's a story about a man named Jean Valjean. He's in France in the 1800's and he ran away from his parole officer and changed his name and became the mayor of a city called Montriel-su-mer. Nobody knows that it's him, but now the parole officer works for him. Meanwhile, there's a prostitute named Fantine who works at Valjean's factory and she has a young daughter that lives with an innkeeper and his wife and she pays them to take care of the daughter."
I have to kill this boy now... it actually sounds interesting and that is not good. I sigh.
"What happens to Fantine?"
He finally looks up just in time to not crash into a telephone pole. "I don't know, I'm only on the third chapter in the second book."
I stare at him. "How many books are IN there?"
"I think about five or six."
O_o
***
I remembered just in time that I had forgotten to do my homework. I did it very quickly and horribly (and in English, they would have to live with that) None of my words made sense, but an F is better than zero. I think.
It is now Math class, and we are discussing things that I already know. *yawn*
"What is an integer?"
A kid in front of me puts up his hand. "Any whole number or it's opposite."
"Yes," says the teacher. "Can anyone tell me their practical application?"
This is ridiculous, I think. I learned this more than three years ago. I hope they aren't THAT far behind...
Another kid puts up her hand. "They can be used to show a negative temperature, and losses on paper."
I raise my hand to disagree. The professor looks at me with exasperation. I don't think he likes me, since I keep disagreeing with everything he says.
"Yes, miss Noir?"
"Negative numbers aren't real. They're hypothetical, and they can't be used in real life. It's like absolute value, it is redundant."
He raises his eyebrow. "Please explain this, Miss Noir."
By now everyone is staring at me, so I am going to make the most of my (current) moment of fame.
"A number is not technically a thing. It is HOW MANY of a thing there are, or is. The number three, for instance. If you hold up three fingers, the three fingers are not three itself, but they represent that number, correct?"
The professor was barely hanging on. He nodded, with a weird look on his face.
"Three, or any positive number can be represented by items or things. Fractions and decimals are represented every day, when someone cuts something up that is a fraction or decimal. Negative numbers, however cannot be represented by anything in real life. The only thing you could possibly use would be the absence of an item or thing. You cannot have less than zero fingers up, you cannot see negative two trees on the side of the road."
I think that I have just lost him.
They all stare at me as if I was totally messed up. The professor shoots back with a remark that he must have learned during the teacher's meeting where they discussed what to say if kids got too smart.
"What about temperature? You can have a negative 45 degrees Centigrade, can't you?"
That was good, I think. Unfortunately my last teacher said the same thing.
"The measurement of temperature is relative. You can obviously see this, knowing that in America we use Farenheit, which is entirely different from Celcius. In Kelvin, for example, there are no negative numbers. You go from absolute zero up. Therefore, negative numbers are only a hypothetical thing and really shouldn't be taught that much."
The professor said nothing, but opened up his book to a different page.
"Right then..."
***
After school is dismissed I wait in the hallway for everyone to come. Jonouchi, unsurprisingly is first. He runs up next to me with a huge grin on his face.
"Hey," says Jonouchi. "I heard you totally stumped the math teacher today."
"I gave him a lot to think about."
He laughs and shakes his scraggly blonde hair. "Whatever you did, he's not as weird as he was before. He's a lot nicer too, but he insists that there is no such thing as a negative number. Is that your fault?"
"Yeah. One of my many messed-up theories is that there are no such things as negative numbers. I also believe that the universe is expanding and that every time you make a decision you create a parallel universe where in that universe you made a different decision and your life goes on that way."
He looks at me.
"Wow," he says quietly. "I've never thought about that kind of stuff." He looks away and I can tell this kid is not the clown that he appears to be.
I wonder how he does it; how he can be a class clown or a bully or a friend or a helpless kid depending on what he thinks about.
Hell, I wonder how anyone does it.
Yugi and the others run down the hallway to meet us.
"Hey," says Yugi. He is breathing hard, like he just ran down a couple flights of steps. "What's up?"
"Indeed," I say very seriously. I think I will let them figure that one out on their own.
After a couple seconds of confused silence Honda pipes up.
"Hey, we were going to go to Burger World. Do you want to come?"
"Um..." I think very carefully. I DO want to go with them, it's just that... something else doesn't want me to. It wants me to go home.
Well, the gut instinct hasn't failed me too much yet, I may as well trust it now.
"No thanks," I say. "I have lots of homework."
"Okay," says Yugi.
I wish Ryou would stop looking at me like that. He thinks that I'm really messed up over last night but I'm NOT... It's just I feel like I have something to do. I give them a little half-smile and walk out of the building and down the bicycle-infested streets. I really should get one of those.
The way to my house is in a totally different direction than the way to the Card Shop, but for some reason I walk that way instead. It's like my feet are totally ignoring my brain.
Okay feet, I think. Lead the way. But if this doesn't have a good reason, somebody's gonna get on the wrong end of my wrath.
I walk for a while, then turn slightly to the left. I am heading down a road that eventually goes by some woods. I am standing in the middle of the road, and all the while I think about what would happen if a car came by but I never go to one side. On the other hand, though, no cars come by.
I stop about a mile and a half from where I started. I look around trying to find some reason that I stopped here. There is nothing but a bunch of trees on either side of the road and there is no one around. I sigh and walk towards the trees and sit on the side of the road.
About three minutes later, a small doe comes out from the trees on the other side of the road. She walks my way and looks at me benignly. It surprises me that she doesn't get scared or run.
I wonder... I think.
"Hello," I say softly. "Are you some messenger or something? Is that why I'm here? Did you want to tell me something?"
She just stares at me and I decide that she is just a very trusting and/or stupid deer.
I watch her for a while. She walks slowly towards my side of the road, the stops. Then she goes down onto her knees and lays down, in the way four- legged herbivores do.
The red car comes so fast, I do not even notice it before it is ten feet away from the deer. All she and I can do is stare at the car as it comes and crushes her underneath it's tires. It skids off to the other side but keeps going, not that much slower than it was before.
Fucking bastard! I think. He didn't even have the decency to stop. For all he (or she, I didn't get a look at the driver) knew, it could have been a little kid that he/she just hit.
The doe is still facing me, staring with lifeless eyes. I feel the need to throw up, or cry, or both. It really was sad.
A huge crow, about the size of a small dog flies down and starts eating the doe. After a few chunks of meat are eaten, it looks up at me and caws.
"You people are sick. Tell your bosses that, monsieur crow," I say to it. There is no doubt in my mind that this was set up by some god. The god of irony, no doubt.
The bird shakes its head.
"Not crow. Raven. Like you." It's voice sounds like two dry stones being rubbed together. It leans down and rips off another strip of meat and swallows it slowly, like a long bloody worm.
"Whatever. Just tell them that."
It looks at me again with its beady eyes. There is something very intimidating about a bird this size, I think.
"Says he will met you in Kay-ro. Chaos, I mean."
"What the hell? Where is Kay-ro?"
The crow, no, RAVEN laughed croakily.
"You live here. You have map. You figure it out."
I hate birds. I really do.
"Whatever," I say again, sighing. "Just... be specific. Chaos in Kay-ro. This does not help me. I need more information."
"Chaos. Friend. Meet him. Kay-ro," the bird replied helpfully.
I get up and stretch. It feels like I have been sitting on that damn road forever.
"Fine. Just fine, I can do this myself. But can you at least point me in the general direction?"
The bird lifts its wing and points it down the road I had come from.
"Southeast," it croaked.
"I probably could have figured that out by myself."
It ignored me and went back to its venison meal.
I walk down the road a couple of steps, then turn back.
"Hey, bird."
It looks up at me. I can tell it is growing tired of my company. I can understand that, I grow tired of myself sometimes, too.
"What's your name?"
"No name. Only messenger."
I nod and walk down the road for another mile and a half until I get back to the school. I am now back where I started from, with absolutely nothing answered. Wonderful.
I sigh and go walk down the road to a convenience store. Hopefully someone can tell me where the hell Kay-ro is so I can go there, get home, and maybe get some homework done before sleeptime. It is already almost four.
I definitely cannot keep this up every day, I think.
***
"Kay-ro? Why the hell would ya want to go to that rathole?"
"Dude, that is what I am trying to figure out. Just tell me where it is."
The convenience store clerk is being somewhat helpful. He knows where Kay- ro is, obviously.
He raises his eyebrow suspiciously but takes out a map anyway and shows me where it is. It turns out Kay-ro was the slum I walked through yesterday.
Somehow I am not surprised.
"Why is it called Kay-ro?" I ask.
"Some retarded rich dude bought it about thirty years ago and named it Kay-ro, after the city in Egypt. Thing was, he got smart and pronounced it differently so that people would think it was funny. Anyway, it's totally fucked up now, only homeless people live there. Lot's of gangs live there, too, but that's something else." He rolled up the map and put it away.
"Why would he name a city in Japan after a city in Egypt?"
He shrugs. "I dunno. I think he was really interested in that stuff at the time. Going on archaeological digs, crap like that."
"Do you know who he was?"
He looks at me weirdly. "I really can't remember his name. But he was the creator of Duel Monsters, so he certainly had the money. Um... what was his name... Oh! Yeah! Pegasus Crawford. That's his name."
"Uh-huh." I say. "Well, thanks for your help."
"No prob, babe."
I walk out and head toward the Slums. I have a pretty good idea of who I'm going to see. Seriously, nothing can surprise me now.
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Heyo... I totally hope you liked the chapter. (you can guess what I was listening to while I wrote it) Next chapter she actually meets the god who sent her! Any guesses? Personally I think it's a bit obvious, but... that's just me.
I am sooo pissed off right now because my retarded little brother threw away my American Gods book! How am I going to come up with inspiration? That WAS my inspiration! Fuck.
Ja ne,
Khani