When Worlds Collide
Note: Well, there really is very little that one can say at this point in time. So far, I am enjoying myself by writing these stories, and it is my honest hope that you, the reader, enjoys the end result of my work. I love the way this is turning out; it's very different from things I've written in the past. Enjoy!
Chapter Four: The Rising Action
The hotel was a pretty sort of building, but our room was simply too high for my liking. It gave me that unpleasant falling sensation whenever I walked towards the window.
"Well, guys, here you go. The mall's just down the street, it's impossible to miss. We have to go now, Grandpa will be worried."
I stared at Yugi, my brain pretty much going into shock. Yugi Moto was telling us where the mall was. It doesn't get much weirder than that.
Joey had said very little in the time that we walked to the hotel. I'm pretty sure that I had him firmly freaked out by everything that had anything to do with me.
"Yeah… bye."
I sighed as soon as the door was shut. "How much do you think he hates me?" I asked Steph, feeling very let down.
"Only a little bit. Come on, it's only our first day here, Lily, and we have yet to enjoy this strange twist of fate. I say, can you believe it, that we should go to the mall, and, dare I speak the words, look at… clothes."
We gasped in unison, although it was only fun. Yesterday, I'd have said that Steph saying those words was the weirdest thing that could ever happen. Now, however, that was a silly thing to say. My gosh, we were in the world of Yu-gi-oh, not sitting in the floor of my room dueling. This was scarcely a time to worry about keeping ourselves firmly girl power. This was a time… to enjoy ourselves and act in a manner in which I had never acted before: Confident.
"To the mall, then."
"Yes," Steph whispered, as if unsure of herself. "To the mall."
It was then that I felt as if my world had been flipped upside down. Steph never, ever, was unsure about anything. But, being fashionable was something generally new to the both of us, but most especially her. I had always liked the idea of looking beautiful, but I was rather weak stomached to endure the usual discomfort. Being showy made me very, very nervous.
It was… odd. Nearly the whole place was unlike anything I'd ever seen. However, as I saw the clothes in the windows, I brightened up. This was a world that did not feature pastel pink and orange as main colors of the universe. There were a lot of much loved purples and blues.
"Ugh," Steph muttered. "Look at all the skirts."
"Oh, Steph, come on. Try some on with me, just to be silly. Besides, who have you seen here that isn't wearing one?"
I expected an argument. In fact, I prepared a good response in my mind. "You're right, Lily. This isn't like home… this is different. To be a single minded, kick butt girl here, you don't really have to be wearing pants instead of skirts."
I rushed into a nearby store and closely examined a size 12 knee length in the very hip color of sky blue. It was wavy and delicate, simply perfect for one of my beach moods.
Steph slowly followed me, looking uncomfortable around all the skirts and flashy tees. To me, this was a dream come true, but what was it to her?
"Well…" I held the skirt up to my waist, attempting to get a feel for the all over look of the thing.
"It's… girly."
"No," I proclaimed, picking up a very short, frilly skirt. "This… is girly."
She laughed and edged close to a punk-looking dark blue shirt. It featured several silver chains about it and reminded me somehow of Marik. I liked it, for her, but never myself.
"Nice! Try it on with… this!"
I had found the perfect thing for Steph. It was a long, strait black skirt with a very edgy appearance. It was slit down both sides in that tie-up way, and had a very, well, dangerous looking belt attached. It very much reflected Steph, in a weird, only my thoughts sort of way.
I glanced around casually, half waiting for Steph to return from the dressing room. And then I saw two very, very strange things. One of them was an amazing jean skirt with several fade marks and the other… was Mai Valentine.
End note: Please forgive my terrible fashion sense and very bad description of the outfits. I clearly can use any possible help in making them more… attractive. Any help will be very, very appreciated. Thanks!
