This should have been posted hours ago.
I'm lazysauce! I admit it! Awesome-but also lazysauce!
It may seem like an argument with myself but-no, it's an argument with yourself.
Shutup! Anyway, I'd distinguish who was arguing with who but this is recent to me, I wonder if I'm arguing with my muse? She does seem like the artistic side of me, but also extremely logical-ohmygoodness there's two of them!
Before the madness completely overtakes me I'd like to thank Eriasa Jun and Zack(Guest) for my reviews and letting me know that I'm still doing okay. I'm glad it's still interesting :D and thank you for not calling me a yaoi fangirl Zackie.
?: Shutup and tell the friggin'story!
Kam: The frigg' are you?!
le Disclaimer: I own many things that are not Yu-Gi-Oh.
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Kam: … You're the other one aren't you?
?: … yes.
Kam: If you haven't already, ignore this and enjoy the story.
Chap 5
Do You Need a Haircut?
"Six of them. C, D, G, H, I and S. Each are specialists of a certain skill or possess a certain… trait, that makes them extraordinary. They're beyond human comprehension my boy… but not beyond human dreams…"
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Joey stared at the thoughtful brunette gazing icy blue holes into the sky hued wall of his royally decorated bedroom. Joey hadn't expected this.
He was thinking too much, almost like he cared… Joey understood that this was a delicate situation. There were things that could and could not be said and they both had secrets. But Joey had a sneaking suspicion and it was time to test his theory…
"What are the letters for pop?"
"Each Sect has a name of course; it's just easier to use a letter.
His father set his hand under his chin and abandoned the beer bottle, leaving it on the scratched coffee table before them.
"Ah, let's see… The S is for Spirit Sect. strange people, with an old way of talking and find it as hard as breaking off a leg to detach from someone- or something- they've bonded with."
His father gave him a knowing look here for a reason he couldn't fathom. He turned and looked thoughtful then.
"G for the Fallen God Sect. They're distant, but powerful. Beings that could grant you the world but with a price that would haunt you. I once knew a man, a spirit in fact, who couldn't stand being in a different dimension, a parallel to the living world. He couldn't stand being so close, yet so far from his last family. All he had remaining was a sister, and all she had remaining was him until he died. The girl was devastated, she couldn't stand it either. She was about ready to join her brother in the other world when the man I knew, Marcus, decided he would find a way to live again."
Joey raised an eyebrow at the deviation, but was interested in the story.
"He went to a fallen angel of death and said he would pay anything to be alive again. The angel, Cien I believe, knew that his sister was about to commit suicide but, instead of telling Marcus that his sister would be joining him shortly, made the deal and asked Marcus to be his servant. Marcus agreed and shortly after he lived again his sister was in the hospital for her attempted suicide."
He wanted to ask if the sister got better but Joey knew that this story wasn't going to end well.
"His sister got out of the hospital a few weeks later."
Joey jerked his head up in surprise.
"They had one week together before she was killed in a robbery."
Joey gasped.
"Marcus went to begin his servitude of Cien then, and asked Cien why she had to die one day. Cien turned to him and said in a matter of fact tone, in fact, he sounded amused and said: "An eye for an eye. A life for a life. She had to die so you could live."
Joey gaped in horror.
"He didn't-?" Joey asked disbelievingly, his father shrugged.
"Marcus asked one day, if the former angel had had his sister killed, he didn't get an answer."
His father wiped a sympathetic look off his face.
"The H… for the Human Sect- oh yes."
His father added as his expression changed to a different kind of surprise.
"You can't have thought that the sects would have remained such a well-kept secret without a little inside help?"
Joey shook the astonished look off his face.
"The others?"
"Ah yes, where was I? Oh, the ISect. Imagine Sect. They're not a… people. They're more… the scientists of the Sect world. Their knowledge seems, and probably is, boundless. No one's been able to beat them at what they know, and they know a lot."
His father paused with his hand rubbing his blonde beard thoughtfully. In his eyes entered a strange mix of admiration and loathing. With this contradicting expression he continued.
"Then you get… the DSect. Dragons."
Resigned to the fact that they were superior, submissive, this was something Joey had never seen in his father. In all his drunken rants not one of them was one where he thought he was weak. In fact all of them centred around 'ungrateful, stuck up pricks who think they're better than him'.
Not once drunk did Jonathon Wheeler admit to someone being better than him. Joey didn't like how this DSect changed things. These evil supernatural organisations were changing what he knew about his old man. Now he had to concentrate on the fact that the man he'd been stuck with for the past decade or so was the actor, not this submissive joke.
"Rich bastards."
All at once Joey felt relieved and guilty and unsure of his ability to read his father. Maybe he was mistaken, he'd imagined that submission.
"They're known as much for their elegance as their capability for destruction. They're almost something of a King Sect, they are ruled by a royal family, I understand that their prince lives right here in Domino. A blue-eyed, arrogant asshole that wealth seems to follow like a stench. That shouldn't be surprising though; it's well known that dragons are attracted to treasure…"
"I'd bow or kneel or somethin' but I grew up without trainin'. 'Sides I haven't been assigned, so it wouldn've really mattered huh?"
"Then you're…?"
Joey nodded in affirmation at what Seto was insinuating.
"CSect."
'The Canine Sect. we're a good people Joey: loyal, reliable and an amazing companion to our Masters or, to use the technical term, those we're assigned to. Shapeshifters at root but the dogs rule now."
Joey felt it again. That confusion, who was the liar again? He didn't know anymore. He tried to find comfortable, familiar things to hold on to. He had a sister, his father was a drunk, he was blonde, he ran into supernatural things all the time, how was this dif- this wasn't working. He needed a different distraction, words, words would do.
"They sound like lapdogs… and you're talkin' like you're one of 'em."
His dad shook his own shaggy blonde hair out of his face and ran a hand through the messy locks. His tired eyes dropped to the stained and dirtied carpet as he tugged on the grasped hair. He pulled some in front of his eyes to distractedly inspect it.
"I should really get a haircut." He muttered and then sighed.
"I am Joey. I'm one of them… and so are you."
"It seems you have accepted Sect existence. Was it difficult?"
"To accept their existence? Not very, when you hang around Yug' this sort of thing happens a lot. Findin' out I was supernatural was a little… new."
Seto simply nodded.
"Hey Kaiba? If you're part of the Sect world why did ya keep sayin' ya didn' believe in all o' dat supernatural stuff?"
"Hmm… Image." Joey gave him a quizzical look.
"I have one to protect. In fact I have the image, or lack thereof, of the whole Sect world to protect, I have duties as a prince and I cannot completely rely on the HSect for covering for a world they're not fully part of. I had to doubt your beliefs so you would doubt they would be believed. The situation is contained at the source and if you did say something it would be taken care of by the HSect."
Joey thought on this for a moment.
"Why mess with our heads? Why not just ask us not to tell people?"
"Request it of you?" Seto looked scandalised. "Be in your debt?"
Joey smiled. Right. The great Seto Kaiba asks no one for favours.
"I see your point moneybags, I guess you're right."
"I usually am."
Seto tilted his head to the side and crossed his fingers under his chin in an elegant manner that made him look like the prince Joey now knew he was.
"Well, shall we continue our true conversation?"
"Sure. I don't know too much about the Sects though."
"That's fine. I was planning to educate you."
Kam: …I've named them…
Vamp: What would you like?
Choc: Heyaz!
Kam: Ugh… I hope that explanation was satisfactory, now you know what the Sects are exactly. If it wasn't satisfactory I explain it in the next chapter as well just in case you don't get it-
Vamp: Filler.
Kam: It is not filler-
Choc: Oh it's totally filler.
Kam: I thought you were the nice one!
Vamp: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA haaaa… naiveté, how cute.
Kam: (Growl) I'm sorry if the Marcus story sounds done but I felt like I needed to elaborate. It feels to me like one of those stories where if you really thought about it you'd end up crying so it may not seem as bad as it should.
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Till Sunday-
Vamp: Hey! You'll be home by then!
Choc: What do you mean 'you'? It's us.
Vamp: Lump myself in with that egotistical twit? Now that's a laugh!
Kam: I knew I shouldn't have named them…
Buh-bye
30/12/2012 Sunday