Hey everyone! This is the great Rouge here with the second revolutionary chapter of Like The Rain! I hope all you readers and reviewers enjoyed the first chapter, and I really hope you enjoy this second one! I think you will, I seem to have a knack for second chapters. I've decided to put my rants at the end of this, because I know how tiring it can be, going through a page and a half of the author or authoress talking to his/herself and his/her alter egos when one just wants to get on with the fiction. This chapter has some juicy Seto/Anzu, along with a dab of plot development and a hint of foreshadowing. A quick shout out to Beta aherocansaveus! Maybe next time you'll actually read the chapter and Beta it beforehand jerkwad. Just kidding Anh, I luvs ya. I hope this is up to your standards, and if it's not, too bad, because 1) I like it, and 2) You didn't want to read it! Bwa! Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Clint Black's Like the Rain, just like Paul McCartney doesn't own The Beatles. Oh, the irony.
Like the Rain
by Revolutionnaire Rouge
Chapter Two: Umbrella Talk
Anzu sat down on the picnic bench and stared up at the sky, admiring the bright sun and cloudless clear blue sky. There hadn't even a hint of rain the entire day, and as the sun beat down on Anzu's bare arms with unsurpassable warmth, she wasn't sure how the day could get any better. Not only had it not rained that entire day, but, she had made it early to school, made amends with both her new English teacher and the Principal, and didn't have any math homework.
Oh, and the best part? she thought to herself. She smiled gleefully, stretching her arms out in jubilance.
"Kaiba's not here today!"
Yami set down his lunch tray next to Anzu and plopped down right besides her," Did you notice!"
"Of course!" she said with a laugh," a fact which makes thiss day the BEST DAY EVER!"
The boy couldn't help but smile at her child like exuberance. She'd been acting rather down the past few days, and Yami hadn't been able to help if there was a problem. However, Anzu's restored perkiness reassured him that the rain was the only thing dampening the girl's spirit.
"Hey Anzu," Yugi said, and he sat down on the opposite side of the bench, across from Yugi," No Kaiba today to get into a fight with."
She laughed happily, her eyes sparkling," I know, that's just what we were talking about. It's great, isn't it?"
Yugi nodded, and dug into his home made lunch. Unlike Yami, Yugi could just never get used to school lunches…that particular day Anzu couldn't help but notice the difference between the two. Besides the almost 3000 year age difference, there were subtle difference in both looks and personality. Most people, upon meeting the two, instantly considered them identical twins, but close observation revealed otherwise. Yami was somewhat taller than his counterpart, and his voice was noticeably deeper. Yugi's eyes were younger, more jubilant and naïve, and also more purple; Yami's crimson eyes revealed an unfathomable age and wisdom mixed with an insatiable curiosity. Most of Yami's features were more sharply defined than Yugi's. Yami had as many female admirers as the other leading "hotties" of the school: Seto Kaiba and Duke Devlin. Anzu wasn't sure what drug the girls who admired Kaiba were currently on, and Anzu considered Duke tacky in his wooing, especially when he tried to incorporate his name…With a name like "Devlin" she thought you're bound to go wrong… Now, with Yami on the other hand, it was perfectly understandable how a girl could be attracted…
"Anzu? Anzu? Are you alright?"
Anzu was snapped out of her reverie by a soft voice. She looked away from the Motous and
up to the person looming above her.
"Hm? Oh, yea I'm fine," she said quickly, blushing slightly as both Yami and Yugi stared at her strangely.
"Is it ok if I sit here?"
Anzu nodded," Yes, please do Ryou. Sorry, I was just…distracted…"
"I imagine…" Ryou muttered, a trace of laughter in his voice. She blushed even harder, knowing what Ryou was hinting. She ducked down to pull out her lunch box while she tried to bring her color back under control. While she had known Yugi and Yami the longest, she had become the best of friends with Ryou. He was quiet, but polite and understanding, and would listen to whatever she had to say whenever she had to say it. He was like the big brother she'd never had, and naturally, he knew about her feelings for Yami. Anzu took another breath, and then resurfaced, bringing her lunch box up onto the table. It was a soft pink and white with ballerinas decorating the front and a pair of matching chopsticks. She had had the lunch box since grade school- the three beautiful figures on the front had inspired her to be a dancer from the first time she had seen them. She had been coming closer to her goal with each passing day. As she opened it, she sighed. If only her lunch was as beautiful as her lunchbox. Anzu had never been a good cook – she had difficulty making ramen without setting it on fire – so lunch was always a bit of a stretch for her. Today, it was a messy peanut butter sandwich and some rice smushed into a Tupperware container from last night's Chinese delivery.
"Yum, another satisfying lunch courtesy of Chef Mazaki," Ryou teased. Anzu pouted.
"You'd best keep quiet," she shot back," Or you'll be getting a huge helping of Chef Mazaki's special recipe!" Anzu shook a fist at him wildly, and he laughed.
"I hope it's better than what you've got today…" he muttered.
"Oh shut up…"
"Hey guys! Over here!" Yugi yelled, and waved wildly. Three boys pushed through the crowd – Jou, Honda, and Marik. Jou's younger sister Shizuka trailed behind them like a chick following a pack of clucking hens. Jou and Honda were laughing uproariously as they balanced their loaded lunch trays, apparently trying to make Marik join in. Marik himself, normally as loud and rambunctious as the other two, was unusually dour looking. The three sat down, followed by Shizuka who sat down on the end next to Marik. DUuke
"Hey Jou, Honda, Duke, Marik! Isn't today great?" Anzu asked, a smile stretching across her face. Jou and Honda replied affirmatively before lunging into their piles of food messily. Duke nodded and then began talking to Shizuka in low tones. Marik just kind of blinked and sighed, before replying," Yea… only if you're any other human on the planet…"
The attention of the group centered on the blonde Egyptian.
"What's wrong?" Yami asked, concern filling his deep voice for his friend.
"Oh, nothing…it's just that… well, Isis is coming back into town today…"
Anzu couldn't help but notice Yami perk up at this bit of news. It was almost unnoticeable, but the way that his eyes widened slightly, and his back straightened a little…
"Well, that's good, isn't it?" she asked, not one hundred percent enthusiastic due to Yami's reaction at the name of Marik's drop dead gorgeous older sister.
"No…" Marik whined, scowling slightly," She always decides to come at the least convenient times, she just kind of swoops in and suddenly it's "Marik do this, Marik do that, Marik I'm going from A to B can you take me tonight? Marik can I stay at you're place? Oh, never mind, it's such a mess, Marik you should clean more often…"
"Well, she's got that last part right," Shizuka added with a giggle," You're room is always such a mess!"
At this statement, both Jou and Honda stopped eating and dropped their forks. Duke's heavily lidded eyes widened, and, before the poor girl knew it, she was surrounded, and being bombarded with questions from her older brother and her two most active admirers.
"When were you at his house?"
"When were you in his room?"
"Why were you in his room?"
"Shizuka, will you go out with me?"
"Shizuka, as you're older b-"
"Stop it!" Marik yelled, holding his head in his hands," You guys are all over her like a pack of hyenas on a rotting camel carcass in the middle of the scorching desert sun!"
The three boys stopped and stared at him in confusion.
"Rotting camel carcass?" Shizuka sighed," Thanks a lot Marik…"
"Sorry," he muttered, before continuing," Shizuka came over to my house a few times to work on a project in Economics."
"Are you sure that's all that happened?" Duke asked, skeptically.
"Yes Duke," Shizuka replied with a sigh," And no, I won't go out with you, but good try."
"Actually," Honda said, perking up a little," That was me."
Shizuka looked over to the boy with a sweet smile. Honda's face turned bright red, and Duke began cursing under his breath.
"Really?" she asked.
Honda nodded vigorously.
"No, I won't go out with you, but nice try."
Honda sighed and slumped down in his seat dejectedly as Duke pumped a fist in victory, obviously ignoring the fact that he too had been rejected.
"So," Yami asked," How long will Isis be in town?"
Marik sighed again, and Shizuka patted him on the back," About three weeks. Three looonnnggg weeks…"
"Well, that should be nice…" Anzu said distractedly, which only caused Marik start some strange rant in Ancient Egyptian. She was eyeing a single, almost withered looking cloud that had slowly been making its way towards the sun, as if trying to obscure its radiance. If she had ever seen a bad omen, that was it.
"Anzu, how's dance going?" Shizuka asked, causing Anzu to snap out of her mind wanderings for the second time that day.
"Hm? Oh, they're going really well. It's always such a rush though, getting there, because classes start thirty minutes after school lets out, and it's half way across town."
"So dat's why you haven't been able ta hang out in da afternoons," Jou mumbled between noodles.
Anzu nodded," It's always been my dream to dance…unfortunately I've had to make sacrifices…"
"Dancing…" Shizuka sighed dreamily," I bet you're so pretty Anzu…"
Yami interrupted her, looking more serious.
"Do your parents know?"
From Anzu's other side, she heard the sound of Ryou choking on his soda out of shock. The cloud drifted across the sun. Anzu sunk down until she was almost completely underneath the table.
"I'll take that as a no."
Anu's parents. They were important business people, who worked for a huge American based industry that did Lord-knows-what for Lord-knows-what-reasons. Anyway, it required the two to travel around the world almost non-stop, which hadn't been any problems until Anzu was born. Her parents "loved" her from afar, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to as long as it was what they wanted her to do. Dancing was not one of those things. They hated the idea that Anzu wanted to grow up to be a dancer, and had done all in their power to try and defer that dream. However, they had made their mistake in allowing Anzu to stay in her home town of Domino rather than making her travel with them. She was able to take dancing lessons in secret, as long as she paid for them with her own money, which she was able to scrounge up from a job at the local burger joint. Of course, that was becoming even more difficult, as one of the other conditions of allowing her to remain in Domino was that she pay her own rent and provide for herself. The only thing they paid was the minimal tuition of Domino High School. They utterly disapproved of her passion for dance…but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
Ryou finally got past his coughing fit, and tried to change the subject.
"So Anzu, you never mentioned how the meeting with the Principal went. She's an evil woman, I know. Bakura's left me to take the blame for his pranks more than once…"
However, his distraction failed. Yami was still zeroed in on Anzu, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. However, she met his gaze as calmly as he could.
"What if your parents find out? What will you do then?"
Anzu glanced at Ryou, who shrugged, unable to offer any assistance.
"They won't" Anzu replied, voice more hesitant than she would have liked. Yami nodded and took a bite of his blueberry muffin. An awkward silence settled over the lunch table. Anzu could never be sure what Yami thought of her dancing…sometimes, he seemed so supportive of it, and other times, like today, he seemed to disapprove of it as much as her parents did. That was one thing, Anzu had decided, that she would change after they were married. Like they would ever get married. While she knew Yami paid a lot of attention to her, she had seen how he stared at Isis Ishtar, the beautiful Egyptian museum curator. She was also a holder of a Millennium Item, which was one thing Anzu didn't have going for her.
"So…when's the next tournament coming up?" Shizuka asked in an attempt to break the uneasy silence. It worked. The table was suddenly a flurry of conversation, with Anzu sitting on the outside as a spectator. She looked up to the sky again. The cloud hadn't moved on.
"Next Friday," Yugi said," His eyes sparkling brightly," And this time, I'm going to beat you Yami!"
He punched his look alike playfully, and then launched into a strategy conversation with Duke, Jou, and a slightly more cheerful looking Marik. The topic of Duel Monsters in the group could brighten almost anyone's mood.
Yami didn't respond to Yugi's comment. He was still staring at Anzu.
"Will you be able to come to this one? You missed the last one."
"And the one before that," Honda added.
Anzu pushed her rice around with her chopsticks, and then looked at them all apologetically. Ryou muttered something like," All should just leave her alone about it…" The group stared at her expectantly.
"I'm sorry guys. I have dance."
"Of course Anzu," Yami said, breaking his eye contact with the uneasy girl. Anzu also looked away, taking a glance to the sky. The cloud not only had stayed, but seemed to her to have gotten more solid. Bigger, heavier, darker. In Yami's voice, a slightly downcast note could be heard.
"You always do."
"Au revoir Madmoiselle!" Anzu called, waving to her dance instructor.
"Au revoir Anzu! Keep up on those steps! You were much more focused today than you've been in a while."
Anzu smiled as she walked out of the warm, cozy studio. She was instantly soaked by the blast of cold rain and the equally cold wind. Her good mood dampened, literally, Anzu muttered words not appropriate for a girl of her age but Jou and Honda had taught her, and set out onto the sidewalk. She hunched her shoulders and grumbled, clutching her bag close to her in a futile effort not to get its contents wet. Anzu began to trudge back to her apartment complex, which was over seven blocks away. She tried to look up to the sky, to see if that one cloud that had climbed across the sun was now hovering above her head in an attempt to ruin her day, but the sharp, needle like rain drops drove down on her face and forced her to look back down. The streets and sidewalks were devoid of all life; the deserted state of the city made Anzu uneasy. The rain penetrated her light jacket and soaked through her tee-shirt. Anzu thanked her lucky charms that it was navy blue and not white, because she knew from first hand experience at Sea World that there was nothing worse than a wet, white tee-shirt. The rain soaked her to the marrow, and then, she was sure, beyond that. The constant gurgling of her stomach didn't help her bedraggled state. She hadn't eaten since lunch, and all that was on her mind was getting home, drying off, and having a bowl of cereal and some leftover leftover Chinese. They weren't the best meals for a growing ballerina, per say, but Anzu had to take what she could get.
The rain suddenly stopped, but Anzu could still hear a dull thud, as if it were still coming down. Confused, she looked up and saw, not the dark, heaving rain clouds, but a light blue umbrella. Startled as she was, nothing could compare to the shock that ran through her entire, water drenched body as she stared at the person attached to the umbrella. Anzu came to a dead stop, and stared unbelievingly, not even aware that her mouth was hanging open rather unflatteringly. She blinked once, twice, then pinched herself. This was no dream. And even if it had been, it had just turned to a nightmare.
"Close your mouth Mazaki, or you'll drown."
"Kaiba!" she finally spat out, after moments of shocked silence," What are you doing here?"
She stared up at him, and he stared back, his cold, ice blue eyes meeting her softer baby blues.
"Holding an umbrella," he shot back, his tone still as sharp as it had been the other day in the Principal's office," In case you hadn't noticed, it's raining."
Anzu suddenly felt her temper flare up inside of her. Here she was, soaking, tired, and hungry, her day ruined by the rain, and Kaiba was standing in front of her, with nothing better to do in his life than to stand there, hold an umbrella over her head, and mock her.
"I have noticed, thank you very much. You can hold that umbrella over yourself and leave me alone. Or would you prefer that I shove it u-"
"Temper Mazaki. I may be selfish and arrogant," he said, and Anzu could swear she heard a trace of humor in his voice," But I'm not impolite."
She began to walk quickly, trying to get away from his and his cold but burning remarks, but Kaiba kept up, merely walking his usual long strides and holding the umbrella.
"Coulda fooled me…" she muttered angrily. Out of the corner of her eyes, she thought that she saw Kaiba smile slightly, but when she turned to face him, his face was the same emotionless palette it had been at school. The taller boy was wet – no, soaked, much more than she was, as if he had been out in the rain for hours. Kaiba's hair was plastered to his forehead, and his clothes clung to his body. He had abandoned his typical trench coat and sported just a simple long sleeve turtle neck and pants, both black, and both fitted. Water dripped from his hair and slid down the side of his head. While Kaiba dutifully held the umbrella over her head, he himself stood outside of the contraptions safety, allowing himself to get even wetter. The sky grew darker as they walked, and soon, lightning flashed, followed by the slow, baritone roll of thunder. The lightning lit up his profile, making the boy seem even more unreal than he already did.
When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me
It's as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldn't see…
"You weren't at school today," Anzu said, trying to scrounge up a scrap of conversation before she died of unease. She would have rather traversed the streets alone than have to try and think of something to say to her worst enemy. Well, something that wouldn't involve violence or loosing control of her voice box.
"A fascinating observation. I didn't expect you to notice," he replied, sarcasm dripping in his voice like acid.
"Well… I…"
"And I suppose you and the rest of the nerd herd must have laughed about it all day too."
Anzu looked down to the wet sidewalk, biting her lip guiltily. She had laughed at the fact that Kaiba hadn't shown up at school that day.
"Well…" she tried," No…"
"Don't lie Mazaki. You don't do it well."
"Well, sorry."
Kaiba ran a hand through his wet hair, a surprisingly human action," Like I just said. Don't try. You don't lie well."
"… well… you're an insufferable snob who…"
"Where were you coming from? Why were you walking out in the rain?" Kaiba asked, his voice returning back to his deep monotone.
"I should ask you the same thing. And why are you dripping wet if you have an umbrella? You do realize it's raining?" Anzu snorted, throwing his own words back at him.
"There's no point in asking me questions. You know I won't answer Mazaki. Now answer my question."
Anzu stopped and placed her hand on her hips. Kaiba stopped besides her.
"Why should I answer your questions?" she challenged.
Kaiba stared at her again, his eyes turning all thought processes numb like they always seemed to. Anzu was having trouble even thinking coherently…
"Because I said so."
For a moment, Anzu had to refrain from bursting out in laughter. He sounded so much like a spoiled child trying to win an argument. However, he was right. There was that power he dangled over her, the one she couldn't control.
"I was coming home from dance lessons."
"Hm." he grunted. That was all. The two walked in stony silence, Anzu blissfully dry while Kaiba continued to be pelted by the rain. Walking a step ahead of him, she slowly realized that she was leading him to her home, and that soon enough, Seto Kaiba would know where she lived. He would know that Anzu lived in a dingy apartment nestled in between other dingy apartments in a dingy apartment complex. Sure, it wasn't the worst place in the world, but something about the fact that he was Seto Kaiba, one of the richest men on the planet, repelled her from the idea of having him see where she lived. Not like she could do much about it, Kaiba refused to move from her side, where he carried the light blue umbrella.
"Eh… this is my complex," Anzu mumbled," I can make it from here."
Her apartment was on the third floor, but the stairs and outside hallway to it were covered, so she didn't expect that Kaiba would walk her all the way there. Or at least, she hoped not. Much to her relief, and somewhat to her agitation, all Kaiba did was turn around and walk away. With a flourish, he closed the umbrella, and set out again in the rain.
"Kaiba!" Anzu shouted, suddenly remembering something. The figure turned around, and even though it was from a distance, she could feel his eyes settle on her. She really didn't want to do this, but she had to. It was her duty.
"Thank you."
He blinked, then muttered something and walked away, holding the closed umbrella in one hand and letting the rain continue to beat him.
"Was that Seto Kaiba? THE Seto Kaiba?"
Anzu sighed and nodded as she shut the door of her apartment and slid down to the ground, exhausted. Mai Kujaku, her part time roommate smiled as she took Anzu's wet bag from her.
"So…are you two…?"
Anzu's eyes shot wide open," NO! NEVER! Not in a million kagillion trillion years!"
Mai laughed," Whatever you say hun. It sure looked like it to me. Anyway, you looked famished," she shoved a plate to Anzu, who accepted it readily," Eat. You're as skinny as a twig. And don't go on about those sacrifices you make for being a dancer. You can't dance if you die of exhaustion."
"Yes mother," Anzu responded, before diving into the plate of food. Unlike Anzu's cooking, it was delicious. Mai straightened up the apartment while Anzu ate wearily. Mai was Anuz's occasional room mate. After the last Battle City tournament, Mai had given up dueling for good and instead took up modeling, at which she flourished. Another thing changed after Battle City too – the way Mai looked at money. She was now a relatively careful spender, and wasn't as concerned with what was the most expensive as she was what was more practical. Her modeling career took her all over the world, and paid her more than any Duel Monster's tournament ever had, but instead of buying a huge suite in the middle of Downtown Domino, she opted to room with Anzu in a smaller apartment that was closer to her agency's HQ. She helped pay for the rent and cooked, and in turn, Anzu allowed her to live there whenever she was in town, and decorate the place however she pleased. Unlike the outside of the apartment, the inside was by no means dingy; instead, it was a new, modern blend of color. Each room had its own color theme which correlated to its purpose. After modeling, Mai was considering interior decorating.
The two girls, best friends, chatted for about an hour, going through all of the gossip of Domino, new movies they had seen, and of course, guys!
"Oh, by the way…" Mai said, with a sly grin on her beautiful face," A boy named Ryou called while you were out…"
"Ryou?" Anzu perked up at this," What did he want?"
"Eh, I don't know," Mai replied, shrugging and causing her thick blonde curls to spill off of her shoulders," But I do know he wanted you to call him back. Is there something you haven't mentioned Anzu?"
Anzu sighed," No Mai, there hasn't been. Ryou's just a good friend."
"Ah, of course," she replied with a wink," A friend."
Anzu rolled her eyes and picked up the phone to dial Ryou's number. However, just as she was about to turn the phone on, it rang in her hand, causing her to jump. She pressed the "Talk" button and raised the phone to her ear.
"Hello, Mazaki/Kujaku residence, this is Anzu speaking."
"Oh, Anzu good!" Ryou's voice rang out, sounding relieved.
From the couch, Mai shot a look Anzu's way.
Ryou- she mouthed. Mai smiled and unfolded herself from the couch, then traipsed back to her room. Anzu rolled her eyes.
"Hey Ryou, what's up?"
"Well, nothing really…" she heard the indecision in the boy's voice as he choose his next words carefully," I just wanted to make sure that… Yami didn't, you know… make you feel guilty about the whole dancing thing. I know it's you're dream and everything, and I just don't think that he should try to make you quit just because you've missed a few tournaments.
Anzu cradled the phone in her hands and flopped down onto the couch that Mai had previously occupied.
"I know, I know. Don't worry about it Ryou. It takes much more than a little jab at my conscious to get me to give up. I'm sure that Yami's just stressed over the next match and wasn't really thinking."
"Yea…" Ryou replied, hesitant," Just remember Anzu, What happens to a Dream Deferred (1)?"
"Does it dry up like a raison in the sun?" she replied, laughing.
"No, it explodes," he said firmly.
"Of course, that's right." she said," Anything else?"
Ryou paused on the other end, as if gathering his thoughts.
"Yes. Isis Ishtar."
Anzu groaned," Ugh, not you too!"
"Not me too what? Oh, the whole Yami thing…"
So he had noticed it too.
"No, I'm not prone to fall into adoration of Miss Ishtar, but you should watch out. I always get a strange feeling when her name is brought up. Like she's up to no good, or plotting something. I know I've only met her once or twice, but still… beauty can be deceiving."
"That's for sure," Anzu muttered," Anyway, I should probably go. I have some English I need to work on. Unless, of course, you'd like to make my life easier tonight and just give me the answers?"
"Absolutely not."
"But I'll love you forever," she said, sounding sappy.
The British voice at the other send sighed," Of course you will dear, you already do. Now, go to you're English homework. In case you've forgotten, Black American Poets."
"Yes sir…" she replied, and then laughed. Ryou laughed heartily on the other end.
"Good Night Anzu."
"Good Night Ryou."
The cell phone rang on his desk, something that rarely ever happened. If anyone ever need
ed to speak with him, they called through the main Kaiba Corp Line, where his secretaries filtered them further than routed them to his office line. Few people had the number of his personal cell phone, one of them being Mokuba. The number registered as unfamiliar, and it didn't resemble the number of the Domino Police Department. Kaiba prayed with all his might that Mokuba hadn't gotten into more trouble. He flipped the phone open, and answered with his typical greeting.
"Kaiba. What do you want?"
There was a moment's pause on the other end, and then suddenly, and sweet voice came gushing over the other end.
"Seto, darling! The flowers were absolutely gorgeous! I just adore the cherry blossoms mixed with the jasmine! These are even better than the bouquet you sent for my birthday! You hadn't replied to my last e-mail, and I was so afraid that you had forgotten I was coming back to town! Oh, you're the most wonderful man in the world!"
Seto Kaiba smiled a little as he listened to the lilting voice flowing with praises. In all honesty, he had forgotten she was coming back into town, but fortunately his secretary had reminded him in time to have flowers delivered to where she was staying. Apparently, sending flowers was the boyfriend kind of thing to do, and sending flowers was one thing he was good at.
"Hello Isis. I hope your flight went well."
Wai! Who would have guessed? Not me! The last idea was courtesy of my beta…you have no idea how much that one comment will change everything! Anyway, this cliffie is courtesy of me, and the fact that I have to sleep and eat like normal humans, and the fact that I have a Physics final coming up tomorrow. One that I haven't started studying for. On the bright side, I'm chock full of ideas for the coming chapters! Things will be moving fast, so buckle up, hold on, and prepare for the ride of your life! Alright, maybe not that fast, but you get my point! I really love so many of the characters. Kaiba, Anzu and Ryou are such good characters because, in the series, nothing about their personalities are set it stone. It leaves me more room to play around with emotions, traits, and relationships. This is going to be fun!
Oh, and that note (1)- The two are kind of referring to the poem A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes. I don't have it with me, so I kind of just took the general concept and inserted it, but if you ever have the chance to read it, you should. It's a good one. In fact, a lot of Langston Hughes poetry is good, as is Poe. Whitman's not bad either, Angelou… yea… enough on that…
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Thanks to: My most awesomest reviewers! I only got one more than the original posting of the chapter, but I think some of that may be due to my not so attention grabbing summary! Either way, I'm not complaining! Thanks oodles! Personal replies next chapter, sorry guys!