Chapter One: For Sorrow
Her name was Sorrow. Sorrow Gould. Pronounced Gold. Anyway, she had shortly cropped, gel spiked (but not as much as Yami's) jet black hair and vibrant ocean blue eyes that changed with the weather. Clear blue for sunny days, and a clouded, misty dark blue for rainy days. She wore more leather, more buckles, and more silver studs than Yami and Kaiba combined. Her outfit was also usually covered in silver crosses. She wore a large collection of rings, two silver bracelets, two silver anklets, and a dagger on her hip.
But not to school.
"Stupid uniform, stupid no weapons policy, stupid stupid ness...," Sorrow grumbled as she trudged into the building.
She stepped inside, and immediately saw none other than...
Kaiba.
She blinked, put on her usual sneer, and walked up to her old friend. "Hey, orphan boy," she called down the hall, heading over. Heads turned as she approached Kaiba, and whispers started. "Come pretty far since I was last in town, eh?"
Kaiba looked at her like he had just stepped in something gooey, stinky, and sticky. "Oh, Sorrow, your back in town," he said blandly.
"Yes, I am," she said, leaning in. She was only about Joey's height, but for her that was enough to look him on her eyes when she stood on her toes, because she had massive feet. "You never answered my question."
"I suppose," he said in a bored voice, examining his nails.
"Are you still gonna marry me?" she asked, leaning back on the balls of her feet. The whispers peaked.
"No," he replied, again bluntly. "You're an annoying prat and I'm wasting my valuable time." Kaiba began to walk off. She blinked.
"Wow. Domino sure ain't like America... I'm gonna have ta change my attitude." and she just stared after him till she was late for class.
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Ryou eyed the girl that entered the room at the end of attendance warily. She looked painfully familiar.
"Oh, I see you finally decided to join us Miss Gould," the teacher said in a stern voice. Sorrow decided to try mute. She nodded, and started heading for the empty seat behind the boy from before. But the teacher grabbed her shoulder when she was in front of the class. "Please, tell the class some things about yourself." So much for mute. How about, psycho?
"I like blood," she said in a barely audible voice. "Thick blood, so it's that deep, dark red, almost brown. Gobs of it, dripping down the walls. And I li-"
"Okay, that's enough!" the teacher said in a razor sharp voice. "Take a seat."
"I was going to say rabbits, but...," Sorrow muttered, stalking to sit behind Ryou. Ryou stiffened as she sat down, and class began.
She leaned forward and whispered "Sorry about yesterday, boyo."
He blinked, and relaxed visibly. "I guess it's okay," he sighed. "I did fall on you."
"We concluded that awhile ago, Boyo."
"Why do you keep calling me Boyo? And what was up with that blood thing? It was pretty creepy."
"The blood thing was just a rouse to get people to leave me alone after what I did to Seto. And I don't know why, I just call boys I like Boyo."
"Oh. You like me? After I fell on you? And you beat me up?"
"And you kicked me," she added quietly.
"Well, then why?" Ryou persisted urgently.
"Because, you're listening to me."
"Oh."
((silence))
"Are you done conversing?" the teacher asked. They both snapped to attention.
"Yes ma'am!"