Chapter 6
Yami's POV
I don't know what just happened.
Once I told Gypsy about the horde of girls that chased us from the produce section, she seemed to change. She got much more serious, threw Yugi in the cart, and took off. To keep up with her, the rest of us had to run at breakneck speed.
"Gypsy, what's going on?" I asked. When she looked at me, her eyes were a different color than usual: a bright blue.
"Fangirls, Darkness. Rabid creatures that will stop at nothing to take you away from Gypsy." she said. Her voice was a bit lower. "If we do not escape this place, they will take you away from Gypsy. She may create more of us if that happens, and it's already cramped enough in the Key."
Key? I looked down at the key Gypsy wore, and saw that it was glowing a light blue. So magic DID exist in this world.
"If you wonder about the Key, I will explain once we get out of here."
Gypsy's movements were a blur as she navigated the aisles, checked us out, piled the groceries in, got everyone into the car and sped off.
"I owe everyone an explanation. I am not Gypsy. My name is Bo, personality of speed and stamina."
"Personality?" Yugi asked.
"Yes. Gypsy was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Syndrome when she was 9, two years after her older brother was kidnapped and eventually discovered dead. She was put on a heavy duty, highly experimental medication to control us during her whole school life. At first, we stayed simple personalities. But her grandmother died when she was 12, and in her will she was given this key." Bo held up the copper key, which was still glowing light blue.
"This key became a Tsukumogami, or spirit item, when Gypsy was in her senior year of high school. But instead of getting its own will, it turned the personalities inside her into beings of their own. That was something no amount of medication could control. For a while, we ran rampant, testing our newfound power and causing all kinds of blackouts and memory loss. She wasn't even herself half the time. As a result, she was ostracized from her circle of friends, which only made things worse. Once we realized what we had done, we all felt sorry for what had happened, and we buried ourselves deep within the Key. That is, until you guys came along."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Bo pulled into Gypsy's driveway and stopped the car.
"Before I tell you anything else, I want you all to promise me this: No matter what happens, promise me that you'll stick by her. Gypsy genuinely believes that she's finally found some new friends, ones that will accept her for who she is. For your sake as well as ours, stick by her. Do you promise me this?"
"Of course!" Yugi said.
"Agreed." I replied.
"Hey, why the frig not?" Marik chimed in. "What about you, Fluffy?"
Bakura just grunted in response.
"He says yes!" Marik said.
"Good. I'll hold you to it." Bo explained that there were four other personalities like her. Ai, the personality of love and lust, Kyo, the personality of timidity and shyness, Yamina, the personality of happiness, and Atonia, personality of strength.
She also said that there were many others, and seven personas that should be avoided if they ever get out.
"Wow. Gypsy barely has room to be herself." Marik said.
"Going through Gypsy's memories, you should relate to her, Rod Bearer. During her senior year, she related a lot to you. Oddesiya was like the Bearer Of The Third Eye for her; always causing her chaos and resent."
"Bearer Of The Third Eye?" Bakura asked.
"I'm sorry. You know him as Melvin, and Game and Darkness know him as Darkness Marik."
I looked at Yugi, who was just as puzzled as I was.
"Gypsy is calling to you. I'll leave you to her." Bo said, and the key in her hand lost its glow.
"...Wait, what the crap?! How did I get here?" Gypsy said, turning to look at us. "What happened?"
"You don't remember? As soon as the Pharaoh mentioned fangirls, you rushed everyone home." Marik said.
"Fangirls?! Where?! I won't let them take you away!" she said, curling up into a ball defensively.
"Gypsy, relax. There are no fangirls here. Just us." I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to relax.
"Oh, thank goodness. I don't know what I would do if I lost more friends." she said, getting out of the car. I looked to the rest of the passengers, who looked equally worried. Except Bakura. He just looked disgruntled.
What else was Gypsy hiding?
Somewhere In The Deep Recesses Of Gypsy's Mind
"He he he! I spy with my little eye, something beginning with sexy."