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thoughts of currently speaking person(or the one whose initials are written down)
Writer comments
/Writers actions/
/actions while thinking/
/just plain actions/

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P.S. (almost forgot this) We're not the secret owners of yugioh... (or black,black heart) If we only were, then... /sigh/
We do own Neferte and Sachmane. :P

.oO/Chapter 1/Oo.

Neferte

All by herself she was sitting in the quite deserted basement with a cup of hot tea. She held her face above the cup and let the warm air that was swirling around warm her up. The sun hadn't shown it self yet, and normally, she would still lay in bed right now until her alarm clock went off. She was the only one who was awake, and she tented to keep it that way. So there she was sitting, nice and calmly in her chair while she was singing along with her music with a whispering voice.

"Black, black heart,
Why would you offer more?
Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?
I'm on fire"

As the klutz as she was, she spilled her tea all over herself at that moment.
After letting escape a deep sigh, she saw the postal worker pass by and deposit the mail in the mailbox. Since she was bored to death she decided to raise her rear end out of the black leather chair to go outside to see if this day was giving her a special something. Quietly she went up the stairs and started walking to the front door, that is, after she got the keys she needed. Once she opened the front door, her face was feeling the cold December wind. It made her shiver. Slowly she closed the door so that she wouldn't wake the orders giving commandment and the rest from ADD suffering brats. Once as she reached the steps leading to the mailbox, she almost slipped, because she didn't consider the fact that it might had frozen.

She stuck the key in the lock of an ugly, navy green thing that was suppose to represent a mailbox. Out of it she plucked two newspapers, (which she would only read one of, since the other was full of economic junk) A lot of bills and tons of other requests for payment, (dad really refuses to pay anything…maybe he just keeps forgetting) and one letter with pink and yellow bows what almost made her gag.

She turned around a looked up at the church which was a small 30 yards away from her house. It still was beyond her believe that something that she only cared so little for, was as nearby as it was, while everything else that she was longing for was miles from the place she was standing. And with everything she meant all the normal must-haves for a teenager of her age, for instance the McDonalds, the Pizza hut, movie theatres and, of course, civilization. Though she couldn't say that she hated it here. The opposite of it was true. She loved the peace, calmness and serenity. It was just that she felt like a prisoner in her own house for some reason. If you walked down the street and then looked on your right, you would see a graveyard. That was the place she always went to if she felt melancholic. That place always made here feel welcome, wanted... at ease.

She went back inside the house en placed the mail on the bench in the corridor. After that she turned around to close the door. Unfortunately the former named object slammed itself right in front of her face. Loud sighs and moans were coming out of the bedroom of her father and his girlfriend. (To the perverts out there: this is NOT what you're thinking, they were awakened by the slamming door, that's it. Owh, and before I forget: You're sad, get a life!) Beside that, she also received a lot of "names", which were coming out of the mouths of her stepbrothers.

Her own little brother obviously wanted to pretend he was a chimp, well, at least that was the only thing she could tell by hearing those pounding sounds from his room. Not much later she could listen to the sound of a woman with an IQ not much higher then 90.

Ahhhhh! You've got to be kidding me! Britney Spears! The #§£ who invented little sisters…! I think I'm gonna purchase a sledgehammer!

(just to avoid any misunderstandings, (I don't wanna get sued) that sledgehammer was meant for the radio/CD/Britney spears, not for her little sister)

She decided to pour another cup of tea before she escaped to the isolated (soundproof ) basement with the mail. On arrival she dumped the commercial added with the mail in the wastebasket. The bills and requests for payment were put on the rising pile on her father's desk. She opened one of the newspapers and read the death announcements. When she was finished, she snatched a telephone directory from a shelf and started to cross out all the recently written names. After she was done with her daily routine her eyes met the letter, which gave her vomit inclinations. She reached for it with HUGE aversion.

WTF! What IS this thing! What kind of sick person is twisted enough to make such a thing! Well, the question is what person in his right mind would be stupid enough to send this "thing" to me? That person could better live in some crappy dwelling in Timbuktu, or else she or he is fried. But, the sooner I open it, the sooner I can throw it away and exile it from my memory

She ripped the envelope open with her recently sharpened knifeand took out the letter. She noticed that beside the letter there was something else in the envelope. She had a strange feeling that she wouldn't want to be confronted with whatever was inside it, but her curiosity left her no choice. She turned the case upside down and was fixated on the little, heart shaped sweets plummeting out of it. She had no doubt whatsoever that the percentage of sugar was 100. Full of pure disgust she stared down at her desk, that was now completely covered with dredge.

What in the name of every sacred thing this pitiful earth has ever known is this sickening junk!…Is someone trying to threaten me? Good shot... The baka who's trying to pull this on me is going down. And with down I mean six feet under; the wreck of the titanic; rotting corpses stuffed in a9 feet hole down. Better say your prayers while you've still got the chance.

Full of frustration she made an attempt to reading the letter. Unfortunately the someone who sent her the letter sprayed some kind of scent on it. Sorry, were talking plural here: scents.
Neferte recognized the smell of apple-blossom, cherry-syrup and spiced ginger nuts. She brought her sleeve up to her mouth and nose. Sincerely stressed she started reading the letter to find out who the bringer of evil was.

Heey, Neferte!

WHAZZUP? Pass the crack.
I hope you liked the sweets. If I can let you choke in it... :D
Who am I kidding?
Of course you did! /raises one eyebrow/ Whatevah…Sigmund Freud

Well, lets cut to the case.

I'm writing you to let you know I'm having a costume party next Saturday.
It starts at 8 PM and to my dear regrets ends at 0.30 AM
Don't be late and bring a present!

Kisses and hugs,
your best friend

Tea Gardner

X.X…I KNEW it… X.X

P.S. Bring all your friends :) Trust me, you're going to meet my sickle... /dangerous look/

As soon as she read the with little tender angels decorated and with curly written letters letter the bit of optimism that she started this day with vanished. She ripped the damn thing to thousands of minuscule pieces and walked more frustrated than ever upstairs with it. Immediately she walked over to the fireplace und deposit every little shred. She laid some wood in the fireplace and began her search for the bottle with kerosene. She found it in no time and splattered the wood with it. Next to the fireplace was a little carriage with vodka, whiskey, red and white wine, scotch, rum etcetera. Actually, the carriage wasn't that little. The bottles with alcoholic contents just took too much space in. She took three, maybe four bottles and mixed it with the wood and kerosene. She lit a match and let the fireworks begin. The most gigantic burst of flames came into being and the heat produced by all of this was quite intense, but a bit dangerous due to the fact that she had alcohol all over herself. She stepped back and looked full admiration and twinkles in her eyes at her creation. Sparkling flames crackled roughly before her. Then something hit her, something that let her just received joy fade away.

Irritated she sat down on the leather coach. Images were flashing through her head. Suddenly an image of the letter appeared. The address on the envelope….How could Tea have known were she lived? She never told her….She didn't like this one moment. She had to let all of her anger out and discuss this with someone. Someone who had just as much an aversion to that fairylike frump named Tea.
She grabbed the cellular phone and dialled the number a bit to roughly. One of the keys broke and because of this the whole phone refused to do anything. Thanks to pure frustration she smashed it on the cold, hard floor, what let to a definitely not repairable phone.

Great…Dad's surely gonna like this…Ah well...

She shrugged her shoulders.
Then she let her cell phone magically appear and prayed for AND enough reach AND enough credit. Fortunately her cell phone was anger-attack proof. She scrolled through the phone book to find the name of her friend and touched the "ok" button. The phone ringed once, before an annoying operator voice was trying to make something clear.

"Dear Costumer, this number doesn't exist or is not available. Please check if you dialled the correct number. Have a nice day. Peep…peep…peep"

When she heard the fourth "peep" she threw her cell phone out of an open window. All of a sudden the urge to grab her laptop appeared. She was making her way over to it when she remembered that it had recently crashed. Her father's old laptop was as fast as a tortoise due to the immense variety of viruses that she would be eighty when that thing finished loading.

Yay! I've got technology, but I can't do anything with it. Life's perfect! Is that window still open?

What could she do now? Give smoke signals a shot? Try telepathy? She suddenly remembered her stepbrothers' laptop(If I got a dime for every crashed laptop/desktop I've seen so far, I would be rich enough to live in a house with diamonds and gems with a golden toilet seat ). Nobody was downstairs yet…If she would be fast, they wouldn't notice. She pushed the power button and a few minutes later she clicked on "send". All she had to do now was wait for a call to arrive… a call that she had to answer on the intact phone in the basement.

That's it for chapter one. There wasn't much yu-gi-oh in it, but in the next one you'll see the first characters really appearing… We would like you to review. Tell us if we should keep translating and updating! Give constructive criticism! Do a happy dance!

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