Revised: 6 August, 2005
Title: Behind Cold Blue Eyes
Date: 28 May, 2005
Written by: ChaosMagicianGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I only own the characters I created, this freaky, stupid story plot (anime happy face) and the song text: Little Dreamer!
A/N:
Um, yeah, sorry for this late update…..If anyone is still reading my story, I hope you enjoy this chapter! First the thankies of the reviewers and then on to the story!
Kiatra-Chan:
Aw! Thanks for the nice compliment. And I agree, SXS are the best fics.( happy sigh)
RiterAnonymous:
(Blushes over in a corner somewhere) Thanks! And you don't need to apologise. That happens to me too!
LordPurin:
My Shizuka is even cuter than from the series? LOLZ! Yes, I see what you mean! Kind of freaky….OO!
Black Dragon of the Bayou:
Thank you, thank you, and thank you! Your review made my day!
Ileana DuBaer
It's good to know that I've improved!
LazerWulf:
Ah well, my strength lies in details, I guess? LOLZ. But don't you worry, I will spare you from such a faith: P
VeryShortMidget:
Aw! I feel so loved(huggles the crap out of VSM)
Fairy-GYAKUTENNO-MEGAMI
Thanks! But no, he's not related to Kaiba. Whatever gave you that idea? He's a cousin of Kayiki, you know, as in Mako Tsunami, from the US series?
And now, onto the story!
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Chapter five: Little Dreamer
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The bright sunlight, flooding into a room upstairs, roused a certain girl from her deep slumber.
A slight stirring of blankets, an annoyed sigh escaping her lips, her eyes slowly opening, heavy lids falling closed again a few times.
Getting up with difficulty, she tried rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. To her surprise, her guitar that had somehow ended up in her lap, slipped away, almost falling off the bed. She grabbed it with lighting fast reflexes, saving it from an unfortunate fate.
Proceeding to put it back under her bed, she bent her tired frame, and shoved her guitar back under her bed. She only wondered how the thing had ended up in her lap in the first place…..
Suddenly it dawned on her exactly how to thing had ended up there. All the events of yester day night came flooding back to her. She must have fallen asleep after she played on her guitar.
Groaning, she let her head fall back on her pillow. She regretted the harsh words she had snapped at her mother in a fit of rage. But she was still angry at her, and wouldn't be the first to admit that she had been wrong. Admitting she was wrong, was not a point she was good at. She was much too stubborn and proud for that.
She also had another problem by now. Since she had fallen asleep, she had never showed up at Takakura's house and he probably wondered where she was. He had probably called a few times already.
'What time is it?' she wondered, taking a look at the alarm clock next to her.
Her alarm clock read: 11 A.M.
It took her a few seconds for the exact time to settle in, but when it did…..
"Oh my god! I should have been at school already!"
Jumping of her bed in a hurry, she ran into the bathroom, only to turn around and run back into her room.
She was officially bunking off. Never in her life had she been this late. Oh, the humiliation. She would never live this down.
Searching through her clothes hurriedly, finding something appropriate to wear, she settled on simple, faded denim jeans, and a light pink jacket, with a white tank top underneath.
She got dressed as fast as she could, and with a tooth brush in her mouth, she was hopping around her room, trying to slip into her sneakers. When she got them on, finally, she tied the laces.
Going back to the bathroom to finish up, she brushed her teeth, and did her hair in a simple braid, bangs of hair left loose to frame her delicate face.
Stuffing all that she needed in her bag, she slung it over her shoulder. While she was doing that her eyes fell on something that was lying on the ground. It was the crumpled up letter from her brother Jou, which she had thrown against the wall in pure anger.
Regret briefly flashed in her emerald green eyes when she moved over to pick it up from the ground. She laid it down on her nightstand, giving it one long last look before she went to go downstairs, and closed the door to her bed room behind her.
Trudging down the stairs, she was deep in thought. She didn't really feel like dealing with her mother, so she hoped she would be at work. She probably wouldn't be pleased that she was late for school, especially not this late.
When she entered the kitchen, she found it empty. Just as she figured, her mother was off to work already, and expecting her to be at school. She missed the note lying on the kitchen table, as she walked by it, reaching the refrigerator, and taking out her daily dose of diet coke.
Popping open the can, she took a large gulp. She was rather thirsty, she had to admit that much.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel hungry at all. But she did need to eat something. She walked over to the sink in a slow pace, opening the closet above it. She took out a bowl, pouring it full with cereal. With a carton of milk that she retrieved from the refrigerator, she finished of her meagre breakfast. Putting a spoon in the bowl, she sat down at the table.
She brought a spoon full with cereal to her mouth, and ate it up with distaste. She really wasn't hungry.
She was still tired, even though she had a good night of rest, and her mood was far from pleasant. She really didn't feel like going to school, explain to Takakura exactly why she didn't show up, and she definitely didn't feel like undergoing the wrath of Mandy and her army of "loyal followers".
When had her life turned so complicated?
To make a long story short: she felt like crap, downright miserable.
Why had she even tried to hurry to get to school in the first place, she was already late, what use would it be, if she would hurry now. It didn't matter if she would show up later or earlier. She was already ensured of a detention from here to Tokyo, anyway.
Spooning up the last of her cereal into her mouth, she got up from the table and dumped the bowl in the sink. She took a few sips from her diet coke again, and finishing up the last bit of coke that was in the can, she threw it in the trash bin.
Sighing, she went back upstairs. Entering her room again, she opened a drawer to take out her glasses. She put them on while looking in the mirror. Another thing that made her mood even worse was probably the fact that she slept with her lenses still in, not having removed them before she went to sleep. The result of that were her red, swollen eyes that looked back at her in the mirror, behind a pair of glasses. Frowning at her mirror image, she turned around, and left her room, going downstairs again.
She almost left through the front door to go to school, when she noticed she had forgotten her bag. She walked back into the kitchen, going through the living room first. What got her attention was the answering machine standing next to the phone. The red light on it was flickering, indicating that there was a message or more of them left on it. Pressing a button on the machine, a voice stated: You have three new messages. Clicking another button, the first message was played.
The first one was from Takakura. A small smile settled onto her face.
Hey, Seren. This is Takakura. I'm just calling to see what's taking you so long. You're already twenty minutes late, so I decided to call you to see what's up. But apparently, no one is at home right now. So, I left you this message. I guess you're just a little late, and already on the way to my house. If not, and something came up, please call me as soon as possible!
Ja-ne!
Her small smile turned into a frown however. She had a lot of explaining to do. Yeah, she had a great excuse. She could already hear herself saying it.
'Oh, I'm so sorry, Takakura, I fell asleep!' she thought sarcastically to herself.
Rolling her eyes at that ridiculous thought, she huffed an annoyed sigh, and went on to the next message.
The second one was a message of one of her mother's colleagues from work. She listened to it, and made a mental note to tell her mom when she came back from work, and didn't check the answering machine.
The third one happened to be from the person she was making the mental note for. A bit surprised she listened to the message.
Ohayo, sweetheart….. came her mother's hesitant voice.
I called you to make sure if you received the note I left for you on the kitchen table. In case you didn't, listen up. I called you in sick at school today, because I didn't have the heart to wake you up after what happened last night, and seeing how exhausted you were. I…..
I'm really sorry for all the things I said to you….Damn, this is hard. Anyway, you know I had to go to work early today. So, I guess we'll talk when I get home……
I hope you are not too angry with me still……
See you tonight, honey
After hearing her mother apologise, almost all anger ebbed away. She had smiled half heartedly when it came to the part where she tried to apologise. That was something her mom was never good at, admitting that she had been wrong. Not that she was good at it either. That was a trade she had inherited from her mother.
Alas, stubbornness ran in the family…….
Seeing there were no more messages left, she heaved an almost inaudible sigh.
She silently thanked her mother for what she did. She was more than grateful that she didn't have to go to school that day.
But then a sudden thought struck her. What if the "pepgirls" thought she was too much of a chicken to come to school today, out of fear of what they would do to her. She could hear them laughing now already. Mocking her, and insulting her.
Groaning when she thought about it, she shook her head a few times, to clear her mind.
At least, she wouldn't be bothered by them today. She was relieved for each and every day she didn't have to see those bitches, who made her life a living hell, ever since she first set foot into that school.
It was hard to imagine her hating someone, with her kind and good- hearted nature and all.
But it was true. She hated them, loathed them. It would take a lot for her to hate somebody, but those three girls made it possible for even her to dislike somebody, definitely more then just disliking somebody.
She let her tired body fall down on the couch. The only thing she wanted to do right now was sleep, nothing else. But she needed to do something else first. Getting up from the couch again, she retrieved her bag from the kitchen.
Going upstairs, she made herself comfortable on her bed, and took out her cell phone from her bag. Taking out her notebook as well, she opened it, and flipped a few pages, until she came to her address list.
Takakura had written down his address, his telephone number and also that of his cell phone.
Taking a peek at the clock, she saw it was half passed eleven. She decided to call him during lunch break, since it wouldn't be wise to do so during classes. He would probably have it turned off, anyway.
Including his number in the address list of her cell phone, she flipped the thing shut and put it down next to her on the nightstand.
She didn't have that many numbers in her list. Only her mothers, her brother's number, those of his friends ( Miho Nosaka, Hiroto Honda, Anzu Mazaki, Ryoe Bakura, Yugi Motou) and now the number of Takakura.
And it was not like she used the thing often, mostly only in emergency cases.
She still had half an hour to pass the time till she would call Takakura.
She decided to use that time to compose music, to go with a song she wrote a few days ago.
She took out her binder in which she kept all the lyrics of the songs she wrote. Searching through it, she took out the sheet of paper with the song text on it she wanted to compose music for.
She got up from her bed, and went over to the piano standing in front of her window.
She sat down on the bench in front of it. She took the sheet of paper, and put it in such a position she could read the text while playing the piano.
Her slender fingers touched the surface of the beautiful musical instrument. She started experimenting with a few melodies, while she hummed the words to the song in her head.
I retreat inside myself for hours
Create a perfect world just for me
From my own fantasy
Where I can just be
I don't feel the need to cry
I just stare at the sky
Humming a sweet lullaby
While white clouds in the shape of a unicorn
Pass me by
I'm a little dreamer
With my fantasy
I create a world just for me
Where I'm free
Where people let me be
But suddenly I'm met with a reality shock
I'm encountering a mental lock
I'm back in the real world
Out of luck
In my world of dreamt up fantasy
You'll see a world just for me
Where the little girl
The little dreamer is free
To be who she wants to be
I'm a little dreamer
With my fantasy
I create a world just for me
Where I'm free
Where people let me be
Little dreamer
Sooner or later you'll have to wake up
Again, you'll get a reality shock
You'll enter the world of pain once again
Waiting for the time you're able to
Fly back to the perfect world you created just for you
People in the real world have no clue
Of the mental pain you're going through
But it's all good
You're just misunderstood
As long as you're able to dream
Life won't seem
So hard as it can sometimes be
I'm a little dreamer
With my fantasy
I create a world just for me
Where I'm free
Where people let me be
As long as I can let the little dreamer in myself free
Can escape to my world of dreamt up fantasy
The little girl
The little dreamer that is me
Will be alright
She won't give up the fight
She'll be alright
The song was about her. It reflected her very much. She was in fact a little dreamer. Dreaming of a better world, a world in which she would be able to realise her dreams. A world where everybody accepted her for who she was. She often travelled to that world, trying to escape the cruel and cold reality of the world she lived in.
The rest of the day went by rather uneventful. She called Takakura. The instant he picked up his mobile, she got an entire rant on his account. He was a bit angry for her not showing up at all. But after she had explained it all, he understood, and forgave her. He did laugh at the part where she told him she had fallen asleep.
She blushed a bit, thinking back to it. It was a rather stupid and lame excuse.
They had agreed that she would come to his house on Saturday. He had recorded the interview for her. She was glad when she heard that. She could hardly wait till it was Saturday.
She grinned at that part.
The opening of the front door, snapped her out of her realm of thoughts.
Her mother was home from work.
The door to the living room opened, and in came her mother.
She looked up from her homework, twirling the pencil around in her hand nervously, when their gazes locked.
Swallowing a huge lump down her throat, she managed to utter a single sentence.
"Uh….Konbonwa, mom…."
"Hi….," her mother replied, clasping her hands in front of her nervously, standing there awkwardly.
"I guess we need to talk, huh?" said Shizuka, managing a nervous smile.
"I guess we do…," her mother agreed with her.
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A/N:
Okies, that's chapter five for ya! Let me know what you think by leaving a review!
CMG, signing out!