Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX or its characters, all I own are some of the plot and the OC(s). I did have it done; but than decided, I wanted to use it for a later chapter instead, so I had to rework chapter six.
Mirrors
The full moon hung high in the air, the clear starry night sky winking at her. A smile on her face, Kira gently pulled the brush through her hair, having lost count of which stroke that was. The haunting melody swept into her shower soaked skin. The study date had gone well; Zane had paid close attention to her instructions. She looked out her bedroom window, the tranquility of the scene relaxing her muscles farther.
Closing her eyes, she listened to the melody as the brush glided through her hair. A distant roll of thunder sounded, she knew that it wouldn't get close to the island. Maybe I should let them in; it couldn't hurt too much, could it? She mused silently.
Kira opened her eyes and examined her reflection, shrugging in contempt for what she saw; her gaze drifted to the pale crystal sitting on her desk. Pursuing her lips, she eyed the mysterious heirloom; the holder was often driven insane. Standing up, she picked up the paperweight, her mother's warning repeating itself: Do not ever wear this pendant Kira; it is far too dangerous for you to handle. Subconsciously, she reached out and opened a drawer, dropping the crystal within it; she shut and locked it before she could change her mind.
She couldn't explain what had happened, glancing at the mirror on her dresser; she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Sighing in defeat, Kira stood up and headed to her bed, hair dried she laid down and stared at her ceiling; trying to relax and unwind from the frustration that had been Calvin bothering her that morning; fortunately Zane had arrived and dealt with him almost immediately. She closed her eyes and watched the images flashing behind her lids...
Laughing, Kira twisted away from her friend; catching River ducking underneath his arm. A smile on her face, the five-year-old backed into the bushes behind her, holding her friend's blue eyes with her gaze. "No fair Angel Kitten!" He called; her cousin had already backed up toward the tree line.
Dangling the card in front of him, she teased playfully, "Come on, you want it you've got to catch me! You know the rules!"
They always played tag like that, who ever was it had to try to "retake" one of their belongings. In this case, it was one of his Cyber Dragons.
All three kids froze at the sound of squealing brakes; she took a step forward as a woman screamed, "Get out of the way, kids!"
Diving forward, the boy shoved Kira backward, dodging most of the motorcycle yet he was still thrown into a nearby tree, hitting his head on the hard bark. "Ah," he muttered, blacking out upon impact. Kira stared in horror as blood rushed from the various cuts; tears running freely down her cheeks.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the owner of the bike; a man in his mid-thirties sat up, shaking his head to clear it. Focusing back in front of her, she barely registered her mom there. "Why?" She whispered, the wail of sirens getting closer by the second.
"No!" She screamed, bolting up right. Kira looked around her, sweat soaking her hair and plastering it to her neck. A quick glance at the clock told her it was four-thirty in the morning, much to her dismay; the full moon illuminated her room. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, after all there were still things she needed to do.
Breathing in short gasps; she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Just a bad dream, that's all it was." She whispered; burying her face in her knees, repeating this for several moments, she still couldn't banish her fear at the memory turned nightmare. Kira silently stood up, moving toward the door; she opened it and headed outside to try to calm herself from the dream.
It didn't take her long to reach the lighthouse, standing on the edge of the dock; Kira closed her eyes and absorbed the sounds of the night. She heard footsteps behind her, they were too soft to be one of the guys; leaving it be one of the girls. Without looking, Kira listened to the rhythm of their breathing; it was Diamond, surprising her since they'd only recently became friends.
Opening her eyes, Kira twisted to look at her, Diamond's pale blonde hair fell to her shoulders, her blue-violet eyes caught the light bounced it back. Diamond was dark skinned, a lot like her uncle Marik; yet she still held a feral light about her. The girl wore a loose, strapless dress; it was a midnight blue color. Moving to stand next to her, Diamond fiddled with a stray thread on one of her matching arm warmers. "There's something I've got to know, Kira. What do you think about Yusuke?"
Startled, she looked at the Egyptian girl; not quite sure what to say. "He's cool, and very likeable, but he's not my type. Yusuke's just a friend to me, nothing more and nothing less. Why are you -?" She paused, watching how relieved Diamond seemed at her response; drawing her own conclusions there. "So it wasn't my imagination, you really do like him!"
Diamond blushed; embarrassed that it was that obvious. "Yeah, we've been "dating" for the last couple of months." She answered nonchalantly, a little dry on the dating part. Grinning, Kira sat down on the edge and let her feet skim the surface, it was only after Diamond followed her lead that she explained simply, "You don't have to worry about him, he's totally head-over-heels for you; I reckon he's just afraid to ask you out. You should do it, ask him to help you with your homework; or to check out a scary movie with you." That made Diamond laugh, after all, use some of the oldest tricks in the book to find out if a guy's interested in you.
"Thank you," Diamond said cheerfully, grinning like a little girl; she fidgeted and added, "Maybe you should try that with Zane? He seems to really care about you, Kira." Kira gave a dry bark of laughter, unable to believe that because of her (and his) reputation; shaking her head in disagreement, she listened as Diamond added insistently, "No, it's true! I've never seen him so happy since I've known him, and that's been a few months now."
Shaking her head again, Kira raised her hand, quieting her friend's protest. "Forget it; he's way too out of my league. What could the most popular guy in school want with a stray like me?" Suddenly realizing what she said, Kira looked at Diamond and said coolly, "You need to leave now; I'm too tired to talk about guys now."
Tossing her a sympathetic look, Diamond stood up and started to walk away; hesitating the older girl whispered, "You know Kira, you're only a stray and a freak if you accept it. You've got friends that accept you for who you are, so please, trust us." With that, Diamond left the dock and left Kira by herself.
Before she could ponder on it too far, Kira's cell phone rang, flipping it open; she hit the talk button and was about to say hello when a familiar voice asked, "Is your mother there?" She felt like she was going to puke, it was Takeru, the man that called himself her father. Shaking her head, she remained silent as he said, "Kira, I know you're there; is your mother there or not?"
She pulled her phone away from her ear, glaring futilely at it like it was its fault he found her. Putting it back to her ear, she whispered sadly, "No, she's not here. I thought I told you not to call me, ever." She knew he'd get mad, he always did when she said that; hanging up the phone before he could say anything. Kira wanted to scream and drown herself, she hated that he could still affect her, make her cry like this. Standing back up, Kira ran from the dock and headed straight back to her room. After all, she was safe there; her art supplies were there along with that other thing; she could always count on it to protect her.
The soft pitter-patter of rain drifted through her window, Kira didn't dare look up from her folded hands. She didn't know what to think about it, or at least any part she was willing to acknowledge. She laid back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling she whispered, "What's happening to me?"
"You're falling for him, that's what," a voice hissed.
Bolting up right, she was about to demand they show themselves, when she saw the girl standing there. Confusion drifted across her face, the girl smirked and asked, "Is that anyway to greet an old friend?"
"Who are you?"
The girl smiled, and a feeling of dread washed over her as she recognized them. "It's you..." She whispered.
Mend: Here's the next chapter, I promise the next one will be up faster. Like was said before, I had it done originally but chose to change it at the last second. As for Takeru and the new girl, I'll reveal more about them as the story progresses. Please leave a review and point out anything that needs to be improved; I am always willing to try it. Chapter seven is the previous chapter six.
