Imaginary Lines
When we said logic was transcendental,
we felt other words we might have said
find form the way shadows find form, with dependence
on things both intimately close and infinitely separate,
palpable as the sky palpating with a blue we saw
and loved and never felt surrounded by,
palpable as what we saw with our eyes closed.
We could feel the unsaid begin to touch our mouths
the same way shadows began first where two things met
and might be parted, where touch obscured
a body's edge so brilliantly.
How casually the light declined. The roundest pearls
gave way to oval shadows. Mornings we found
it snowed all night. There was often a feeling of rest gathering
to meet itself outside ourselves; there was the feeling
that thinking one thing had caused another thing to be.
Kathleen Peirce
The Ardors
Ausable Press
Disclaimer: what do you think? I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
I'll soon break it into Joey/ Marik or Joey/ Seto with each chapter. Please r/r. enjoy!
I know I'm a bit lousy when it comes to updating, but bear with me. I'll eventually get back on track. Just need some fun this summer. Hopefully though, it will give me tome to produce some of my better writing. Enough of my babbling. Read the chapter.
Chapter 4: My Memories Tell a Story
this is in that new guys point of view
"Goodbye sister!" I shouted back at the woman, as I wandered toward the park to grab a bag I had left there.
"Stay out of trouble little brother, and remember that it's your turn to cook tonight." She yelled back at me in a motherly like tone.
"Fine Sis, whatever you say. I'll be sure to make Es Cargo (sp?)." I laughed at the disgusted look on her face at the thought of the French delicacy. "I'm just kidding! I'm making frog legs!"(A/N: Sorry, I couldn't help myself. ;; though I agree with the girl, they are disgusting) I shouted back to her and ran off before she could say anything.
It was nice to visit here, even if it was for a few days. As I thought of the reason I was there, my face and eyes grew hard and emotionless. After all, with my line of work one couldn't be too careful. I shook my head, as if to shake away the thoughts and memories that threatened to intrude on my mind. It wasn't long, before my I found myself standing in front of the tree I had been looking for. Quickly looking around to see if anyone was looking, I brushed a red streak of hair out of my eyes before climbing to one of the taller branches. When I got there, I spotted the black bag I had been looking for. I was about to leave, when I heard something, and could smell a strong stench of blood. (looks like our mystery man has good senses) Crawling back down the tree, I wandered to a small clearing. What I saw surprised me. It was a young man with sandy blond hair lying on the grass surrounded in his own pile of blood. Not to far away, I could see a small knife lined with a thin layer of blood. Horrible memories started to try and break through into my mind, but I forced them out as I realized that I needed to get him to a hospital.
A few hours later, I found myself sitting in a hospital room with the man, who was connected to IV's and machines. He had just gotten out of surgery, where they stopped the blood from poring out, and gave him a blood transfusion to make up for the loss. I leaned over the bed slightly, and looked at his sleeping form. He looked awfully familiar, and it took me a few minutes before I could place a name. "Joey!" I breathed softly in surprise and relief. Maybe he would recognize me? Though I didn't count on it, it had been awhile. Oh those years brought so many memories. Memories that tell a story I would rather not remember. I sat down and drifted off to sleep, hoping to get some rest. Instead I was met with my memories. Funny things those are. Most people want to remember things, but others don't. Like me. They don't give me the comfort and assurance that they should. Thankfully, I didn't have to endure them for long, because a few hours later, I woke up. By then, I could tell he was awake, even if his eyes were closed.
"Are you feelin' better?" I asked in a casual tone. I didn't want him figuring out it was me so soon. He quickly snapped opened his eyes and looked straight into mine.
"Not really. I would if you hadn't stopped me though." He answered me with a scathing voice. He gave me a hard glare, that should have sent me cowering, but I was used to it, and didn't flinch. I couldn't help a strange pang of emotion strike me before I answered my old acquaintance.
"I couldn't have let you or anyone do that, no matter how much they thought they should or wanted to. I promised myself that, not to long ago." I replied coolly, but sadly. As I spoke, my memories decided to creep back into my train of thought before I pushed them away once more, and regained my previous coldness.
I don't know if he gave up or something, because he didn't answer, and seemed to let the subject rest. I knew it wasn't over though. As he moved to sit up, I guess he figured me out, because he looked at me with a strange, confused, and curious stare. I couldn't help but be amused at how long it took him to figure it out, even after all this time. I know there was a chance he might not have, but if he were to, he should have noticed once he saw me. He must have gotten rusty since the last time we met.
"How?" He asked with a far of look in his eyes. (I talk about eyes a lot don't I? ;; oops. Oh well. Back to the story)
I inwardly smirked in amusement at his stricken look. So he did recognize me. How interesting. But how indeed is the question. "You don't need to know that yet, but you will know eventually." I spoke in a quiet voice. Ignoring his annoyed look, I exited the room. Oh, he would know very soon what was going on. I only hoped he could handle it in his mental and emotional state.
End of chappie!!! I think that's my longest one yet. I'm so proud. Hopefully that gives you some more insight on the mystery guy. Did I ever say his name? No, I don't think so. I could use some suggestions. Anyway. The polls for "other" couples are still up. Please review and leave your comments and questions, and I'll answer them next chapter. Adios.