LefthandedFreak: Hello's people! Well I still haven't finished the story.
Kaiba: (mumbles) yes!
LefthandedFreak: My three choices are still up thanks to Dagger, DragonLady222, and HellsEternalFlame. Woot. I know you voted twice DragonLady222 but you voted again before I had a chance to add Daggers choice…. darndidy. So, I will wait just a little longer (coming up with ideas) and give you a little taste of something else.
Kaiba: (mumbles) you freakish… freak .
LefthandedFreak: Alright Mr. Mumbler, no more soy latte's for you.
Kaiba: Curse you Lefthand, curse you!
LefthandedFreak: Anyways, this short chapter story will be a little darker into emotions that I normally write and a bit confusing. It based off my own experience and how I feel around my 'so-called' friends. (If my friends are reading this, you know whom you are. If you know for a fact that you haven't done anything wrong recently…. then I'm not talking about you. Your cool! WOOTS!)
Joey: (reads story) I don't know Lefthand I'm confused…
LefthandedFreak: Everything's confusing to you. But anyways, I will also give you a little taste of another thing I'm working on. It features a character from my head (and a friend whom I'm NOT mad at. He's cool… and a good actor) called, dun dun dun, Josh, Figment Man. He's a figment from my imagination that I made up one day. Sadly, he couldn't join us for the introductions since he's on vacation.
Kaiba: A figment from your imagination is on vacation?
LefthandedFreak: yeah
Kaiba:……. Since I can't call you a freak since everyone knows that already I'll say the next best thing… you're an idiot.
LefthandedFreak: I'm having a hard time with feeling the love right now.
Yugi: Oh believe me, he's good when it comes to 'sharing the love'!
Kaiba: Don't tell her how we act in the bedroom now.
LefthandedFreak: I know, invite me next time. I'll videotape! (Holds up camera)
Kaiba: I'm stuck with a perv.
LefthandedFreak: Anyways, enough rambling, time for story! Remember this has nothing to do with the actual story 'Fate's Underhanded Tactics'. Wheee!
Sorry for misspellings! Here we go…
Ha, just kidding. I'm going to actually answer the reviews…. From both times!
HellsEternalFlame
I think I like that idea! Mwhahahaha! Hmmm, I think I could work that in but if I can't, I'll be sure to add a side chapter about it! Thanks for the idea!
DragonLady222
Yeah I thought that too when it came to the pregnancy thing. Besides, a pregnant Kaiba? …. Mwhahahaha!
Kaiba: I hate you…
LefthandedFreak: So you think. Anyways, now we have three choices instead of two! Woot!
Dagger
Final Fantasy is addicting isn't it? I would be playing it too if I had the game and the system. All we really had that's up to date is a Nintendo… that one new Nintendo that I can't remember the actual name right now.
Joey: Phooey on you.
LefthandedFreak: Anyways, don't worry about taking so long! I took forever in updating didn't I? I started school. A new school! As a completely new student knowing no one! I'm terribly shy around new people.
Kaiba: Especially ones that threaten to kill you.
LefthandedFreak: Exactly so I'm taking it one day at a time. I'm happy I got the whole couple thing done right and… I LOVE chobits too! I think it's hilarious and very captivating with a great theme. Mine would incorporate what Mr. Ichan (I've read Angelic Layer too since his wife said he was the creator of that. He was a great charrie… and he died! (Sobs)) did for his wife since she couldn't have children and then warp it around from there. It'll be kind of a twisted story but I'm hopping I can make it well worth it. That is, if it wins.
And to any other reviewers I've had in the past ((cough) T.Lei (cough)) shame on you for not reviewing. I hope to see you all again soon.
And to those who DON'T review period…. REVIEW! I don't mind if you just say "Like it", or "Hate it", or "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"…. actually, scratch that last one. But REVIEW!
Kaiba: They really need a book of answers for all this stuff.
LefthandedFreak: I know. Anyways, Thankies again my friends and sorries for misspelled words. SORRY! Now, to the story.
Really this time!
Stranger in the Mirror
She stands in the doorway looking at nothing in particular. Her eyes or a dark shade of mud. They hide the feelings inside. Tired beyond human understanding, she drags her bare feet against the soft white carpet, closing the door behind her as she collapses onto the floor.
She has a problem. And not many would consider it as such. She has friends. That's her problem. She can't go a day without worrying she'll loose them. So she plays pretend. She's always so happy to see them when they turn around a corner or when she's stuck with them in a class she doesn't really see as a necessity to take.
She despises every minute. She feels wanted for awhile and she soars above clouds but when their away she hurts again. When she leaves, when she waves goodbye to them, she's afraid that they turn to each other and molest her with hurtful phrases. But then, when their right next to her again she just knows they wouldn't. It's really twisted.
She wants to feel…. Something. She doesn't know what it is she wants. It's hard to describe something you've never remembered feeling. But she knows, when it happens, it'll be pure bliss. She can forget all of her worries.
A smile slowly crosses her face as she drags her masked self from the floor. Her smile dissipates. It's her! The girl she can confide in! The one she feels most comforted with when she shares her deepest, darkest secrets. The one who can also destroy her. The other studies her as she stares, watching the eyes sweep over her form. The other sighs.
"You look awful"
She looks back at the other and nods slowly, avoiding the green orbs staring back. "I know. I feel awful. Let me tell you…" and then, she rambles on. She talks about the terrible day she had though it felt so good when she was really living it. There had been discussion of going out that weekend and she wasn't going to miss it for the world.
The other watches with mistrust in the murky depths of green pools behind black locks. She's seems to have heard it before, in fact, it seems like she was there the whole time. She's the one who remembers everything that has happened to the girl that can't share her heart of fear of it breaking. She remembers well what happened the last time she was invited to a get together with her friends.
One of the girls most trusted friend called her and asked her to come to an amusement park that weekend, saying that she would try and find a ride for the other and call back if she could or couldn't get anyone to get her. The girl was so happy. A smile lit her face immediately and she quickly replied that she would wait for the so-called trusted friend. That Friday night, the girl who'd been broken so many times before, who was busy repairing her damaged heart along with her mind, called her best friend.
The friend answered and the two talked. The girl listened as her friend explained some sort of trouble with getting her over there but then promised to call two others and see if they could get the girl. The girl nodded excitedly, like a child who just got the best birthday party ever, before realizing her friend couldn't see her response and said she'd wait for the other to call back and tell what was going to happen. The friend agreed and hung up.
The other watched the girl from across the room as she paced about, waiting for her friend to call back. The friend never responded that night. But the girl didn't give up hope. She woke up early, remembering that her friend wanted to be at the park early that day, around 11:00, and started breakfast. Her family sat down at the table as she ate in a rush, hoping to call her friend and ask what was going to happen.
She received ring after ring but no one answered her calls. Still, she had hope in her friend and decided that the other must have found a way for her to get over there and just forgot to call and tell her. So she waited. And 1:00 rolled around but she still didn't deter. She called again and again and each unanswered ring just pushed her further. The other watched as the girl cried herself to sleep at 6:00.
But then again, for some reason, when the other would have given up hope for her friend, the girl immediately thought that there had to have been some emergency. That would explain it. Something terrible had happened and her friend had to head somewhere at the last minute. In fact, her friend might call that day to tell her what happened to have prevented her from calling the girl.
A week passed but the girl still didn't give up. She figured that a extremely traumatizing scene, that she had happened to make up in her mind, had knocked all memory from her friend to call her. So she started to forget herself and would never mention it again when she talked to her friend.
That is, until her trusted friend sent her an online diary. She had asked her friends to check it out so the girl did. She read about the experience and thrill her friend had when it came to performing certain tasks and laughed at the weird quizzes her friend had taken. But then, after awhile, she stopped laughing and her smile faded into a look of pain and rejection. The other had decided to look over the girls shoulder and see what had caused the sudden change in emotion.
It was the day at the amusement park. The girl had just been forgotten. The other had gone all along, with two other friends as a matter of fact, and spent the whole time telling about the time she spent there. The friend never once mentioned the girl or how sorry she felt that she couldn't get the other. On the contrary, the more the girl read, the more she realized how little the other thought about her.
Slowly she had logged off and lay on her bed. The other suggested many things to help the girl with her pain. Maybe anti depressants, there everywhere and wouldn't be hard to get a hold of, or maybe she could manage something in her life like her weight or maybe her school work. Desperate to find something to get the girls attention the other threw out the worst advice possible. Cut yourself. Not to kill, just to relive herself of some of the pain on the inside. The girl sat still at the moment and burst into tears. She couldn't stop her screams of how much she hated the other and she couldn't do that. All she'd do is make them say that she just wanted more attention than she really needed. She didn't want them to hate her more.
So the other wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her. She really was a little child stuck in an adult's body. Years of never really feeling wanted had started to weigh on the girls mind and she was having a hard time coping. But the other would not let her go insane. She'd whisper all sorts of certainties in her ear and finally got the other to do something that would be painless.
Writing. Make stories to make herself feel better. She could even slip herself into that world without anyone knowing that the extra character was based off of her. So she did. And she felt better. Each time someone told her how great her writing technique was she literally danced across the room.
The other couldn't help but smile. But now she frowned as she listened to the girl tell about the upcoming event. How much fun it would be to see all her friends again… even the one who had recently hurt her. But the other would not point this out. No, she wanted the girl to be happy, even if she wasn't all the time. Just as long as it made the girl happy she'd just sit and listen.
The girl, the other observed, spent much of her time repeating her actions. Once or twice she'd read a story, and of course she'd read it out loud so the other could hear. The other always thought the girl had a beautiful voice but the girl insisted that it was horrible, no matter how many people complimented her. The other would never remind the girl of all the solo competitions the girl had tried out for and would just sit and listen.
The other had heard the story before. Three times actually but the girl continued to read, laughing at scene's she had already laughed at and shaking at the parts that scared her, even though she knew it was going to happen. The other had a hard time excepting the fact that the girl would only be able to fully trust her, and hated knowing that the girl would never stop replaying horrible moments in her head even though it should have been happy times she remembered.
The girl glanced every now and then at the other. The other sat quietly, staring softly at the girl. The girl loved and hated the other. She was the only one who'd ever listen fully and hug her when she needed it the most. But then, she always reminded the girl of herself. The girl was weak and useless, she knew it, but she would always pull herself through if she could just get one person to smile. She always got the other to so it never bothered her.
The other peered at the girl, tears in her eyes. She knew the girl would never fully comprehend what she wanted. The other had never deciphered the feeling either. People trusted the girl, gave respect to her, hugged her, laughed with her, and called her their friend. What else could she possibly want? The girl wasn't always there, she couldn't pick any of her friends up in an emergency, and she couldn't talk to them all the time, and couldn't say she was any of their best friends. Yet they stayed by her side.
And as the other hid her tears from the girl, to keep her strong when she needed the other, the other couldn't help but wonder: Could someone's own mind keep them sane? Could the girls own reflection be enough to help her realize what was missing? And as the girl looked at the other, the one who looked so similar to herself, she couldn't help but think the same thing.
Besides, what could a reflection do for a real person?
END
That's the first story now here's a taste of "The Adventures of LefthandedFreak and Josh, Figment Man", which I totally own! Woot! But, I don't own the song that appears. It's a great song and I wished I had been the one to have wrote it but… alas, I have not. Other than that I don't think there's anything else in here that doesn't belong to me…but if there is… I'm sorry!
The Adventures of LefthandedFreak and Josh, Figment Man
We find ourselves on a quite, peaceful neighborhood. The birds sing cheerfully, people sleep soundly, and the world has somehow managed to come to a calm, understanding agreement away from war or debates. It's the perfect place.
"TIME TO FACE THE STRANGE!" Well, almost perfect.
LefthandedFreak sat in her beat up volts wagon (she had a hard time moving to the new stuff), left hand on the steering wheel, singing along to the blaring radio. "CHA-CHA CHANGES!" LefthandedFreak was a sight to behold. Everything about her was… well, freakish. Her hair was about every shade of the rainbow, in fact, it matched the rainbow perfectly, and the right side lay lazily on her shoulder whilst her left was pulled into a ponytail, spiking in different directions.
Her face was decorated in face paint. A triangle shape streamed down from her left eye to her cheekbone and two stripes aligned the right side of her cheek. Two more stripes were slapped against her left shoulder and another aligned the, you guessed it, left side of her stomach. Her outfit was just as complicated. A piece of cloth wrapped around her chest and another piece of loose cloth was pinned to that, hiding her right arm due to the fact that she really didn't need it since she was left handed, hence the name.
And her pants were a short and jean combo. One side was short the other was long. Got it? Good. And the last two compliments to her outfit were biker gloves and, weird as it seems, a dog collar two sizes too big with the initials 'LF' engraved on it. Josh, a Figment of her imagination had given it to her as an 'insult' birthday present to hopefully get her back from the one breadstick/pit bull incident. She, of course, hadn't realized the insult and loved it so much she slept with it on. Josh had never been able to cleanse his mind.
But anyways, back to the car, LefthandedFreak continued to drive down the rode, an idiotic smile slapped on her, waking all the sleeping neighbors as she went. Her best friend that she had ever had sat next to her, wishing with all his might that he could have been someone else's figment of their imagination and was mentally making a list of the other places he'd love to be right now, conviently hiding his dark planes of escape from Lefthand. Ha, just kidding, he was mumbling under his breath.
"If I threw the door open right now I could make a run for the nearest exit ten and hopefully make it to Tahiti in time for the margaritas…" Josh, being the only friend that LefthandedFreak had and also being someone she just made up one day with a giant pencil, during the pirate escapades, was a lot more sane and simple than his wacky friend. In fact no one else could see him unless they said Lefthand's word of the day…. Which wasn't very often. Only a few had guessed it and only when they where in extreme danger did she decide to make the word so simple such as the and I. Every other day it was something completely made up or old like The Fuzz or Scrumdidlyumptious… which no sane person would ever say.
Anyways, the few that did see Josh didn't really see much. See, Lefthand had never finished drawing him out so all that he was was a pair of eyes staring out from a pair of glasses, a cape draped around his self until Lefthand had found an outfit appropriate for him to wear. She never got the chance since her lucky giant pencil, that kept her from going extremely insane, being chassed by rabid animals, or run out of town by an angry mob, broke. As promise to one day finish the job and let him become real she had given him a Pegasus plushie, which, ironically turned out to be his favorite character.
But again, back to the car, LefthandedFreak stopped her idiotic singing long enough to address Josh. "Isn't moving the greatest!"
Josh, Figment Man, for short since Josh, a Figment of Lefthand's imagination is too long to type, glanced out the window as he saw someone threaten him, or actually Lefthand since they couldn't seem him, with a strangling motion as her loud music drowned out his screams of hatred. "We've just made a lot of enemies," he observed.
"Oh come on, don't say that. I bet we'll make a lot of friends! See, look someone's waving at us! Hi neighbor!" In actual reality the man was also making a threatening jester with a dagger but to the eyes of Lefthand he just appeared to be a simpleton trimming the hedges and waving nicely to every car he saw instead of giving the finger to hers alone.
Josh, however, ignored the displays of rudeness from the outside and shook his plushie at LefthandedFreak. "Remember the last friends we made?" How could anyone have forgotten them?
"Right…. Let's not mention the 'Pitchfork Gang' ever again.", Lefthand turned the corner, "In fact, let's not even think about them!" Pulling in front of a white house, LefthandedFreak quickly smiled at the peaceful look of the place. Bushes aligned the edge of the house, elegant windows giving off a friendly touch, the door a light mahogany as trees twisted from the earth and stood proud and erect, not a single imperfection to be seen. So of course, Lefthand was immediately going over the things she needed to remodel. "We're here!"
Josh shivered. "Never use that tone with those words again! It reminds me too much of that one movie!". Josh slowly, dreading the sight he might see knowing Lefthand's taste, peered at the place. Well, it looked nice enough. "Well, it's better than the medevil castle." LefthandedFreak glanced at Josh as she removed herself from the car and killed the engine.
"I thought you liked the castle?"
Josh narrowed his eyes at her as he pulled himself out of the car, Pegasus plushie still in tow. "I DID until SOMEONE 'accidentally' awakened the spirits of a barbarian army and almost got us killed…. AGAIN!" Lefthand laughed nervously.
"Let's not mention that again either"….
LefthandedFreak: And that's it for the sample!
Kaiba: You just cut it off!
LefthandedFreak: Sorry but I was working extremely hard on it but I'm very one minded so I get dis- oh hello Mr. Butterfly how are you today?
Kaiba: And again I'm reminded of what I have to live with.
LefthandedFreak: I think I'll let you all read all of it one day. I'm actually making it into a comic.
Kaiba: With very bad artwork.
LefthandedFreak: I don't see you pulling out any special artistic abilities.
Kaiba: You don't have to. I rule over you.
LefthandedFreak: (hits him with frying pan) or so you think. Till next time! Read and Review!
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