keemew2: Originally started 1/18/2017. Never finished the last three prompts until 9/17/18. Final editing was done 11/28/20 on my phone. The original plan was to post this a little farther into the collection, but I need to get this posted. Hope you like it.
What's in bold is the titles kept from the original challenge. All spelling errors in the titles were there originally, I left them as is.
Summary: Challenge from Kohaku-No-Hime accepted. A series of LJ meme's (never actually been to Live Journal, but whatev's) for fanfiction.
Edit: In case it isn't obvious, everything but the crossover and the self insert are part of my headcanon. I do sincerely hope you enjoy.
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11 Moments
Genre: Mostly Humor
Rating: K
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The obvious question-who's your favorite character(s)?
While it seems I obsess over Ryou, I actually obsess over Ryou and Jonouchi.
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What would happen if you and this/these characters met?
Ryou set his lead figurine down with a sigh as Jonouchi let out a frustrated roar. He barley managed to glance in Jonouchi's direction when a woman crossed her arms with a scowl on her face. The woman, a stranger to them both, was seated on Ryou's sitting room floor with a laptop set up on his coffee table. Jonouchi, who had been sitting as well, was now standing and glaring at the woman heatedly.
"Shouting at me isn't going to make this any easier Jonouchi!" the woman said
"Well, maybe if you stopped asking me so many questions about Mai, I wouldn't get so mad! I mean, what is with this third degree? So many questions, it's making my head hurt!"
"This is research, Jonouchi. No one ever said it was fun."
"Well, you sure seem to be having fun!"
"Speaking of fun, what is your idea of fun involving Mai?"
"For the last time, I am NOT interested in Mai!"
"There is no need to raise your voice level for one word Jonouchi!"
Ryou rubbed his temples and stood up from the couch. It was bad enough that this strange random woman suddenly appeared in his apartment from out of no-where, but her continued shouting matches with Jonouchi were not helping in the least. As they continued their argument Ryou headed for the medicine cabinet to get some Tylenol. Whoever this strange woman was, she wasn't going to go away until all her questions were answered. At least...he hoped she did, anyway.
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Throw your character(s) into one of your favorite fandoms 8D! How would they react?
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist Manga/Brotherhood post series. (spoilers for FMA)
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Ryou sat on the couch with an embarrassed frown on his face as he once again apologized to the young man standing over him. The young man, a blond haired, gold eyed individual with a kind and long suffering smile on his face simply chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.
"I keep telling you, it's okay. It's actually kind of a normal reaction for him, really."
Ryou sighed exasperatedly, "Same goes for Jonouchi. He just can't seem to help it, I suppose."
The young man, Alphonse, if Ryou remembered correctly, laughed and looked in the direction of his older brother, a shorter individual named Edward, who was currently in a shouting match between him and Jonouchi. It had yet to devolve into a physical fight, but with the way things were going it looked pretty close. Neither of the two calmer individuals were sure just what to do about the situation as Ryou was not a fighter and Alphonse seemed to be in the process of some sort of recovery (he was currently leaning on a crutch). If a fight did break out neither of them would be able to stop it.
Suddenly, a wrench came out of nowhere and slammed into Edwards head, a duplicate slamming into Jonouchi, almost simultaneously. Both teenagers fell to the floor, howling in pain as they held their heads and Ryou stood up quickly in alarm. Alphonse laughed nervously and put a gentle hand on Ryou's shoulder just as a blond girl started shouting at them as she entered the room.
"One loud and obnoxious idiot is more then enough around here, I don't need two! Shut up or take it outside, I am trying to work!"
Alphonse gently tugged at Ryou's sleeve and indicated the direction of a door, a knowing look on his face. Ryou followed just as a three way shouting match began to erupt. Ryou had an even stronger feeling physical violence was quickly approaching. Strangely enough, he felt more sorry for the boys.
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PAIRINGS!
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Who are your dream Yu-Gi-Oh! lovebirds?
As much as I prefer to ship strictly canon pairings, I do have a few non-canons that I like, only one of which I am positive belongs together. That couple is, of course, Joey/Mai. Despite the Mangaka himself saying they would never get together, I will forever ship them because he knew he was intentionally making a pairing people would go crazy over, yet fully intending to never actually put them together. He admitted it. I blame him completely for this.
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How would these characters proclaim their undying love for each other?
Jonouchi glared at the man standing in front of him angrily, his fists clenched and his feet set shoulder length apart. The arrogance of the man was felt tangibly and he stared at Jonouchi patronizingly, further infuriating the blond.
"I mean it, Jean Claude!" Jonouchi grit his teeth as he spoke, "If you don't leave Mai alone, I swear I'll kick your butt so hard your stunt double will be feeling it a month from now!"
Jean Claude smirked, "What chance does a boy have against a man?"
"You ain't no man!" Jonouchi replied, "You're a stuffed shirt with balloons for brains!"
Jean Claude laughed, "You're making my point for me Jonouchi. Why would Mai find a child like you more interesting then me?"
"Maybe because I treat her like a woman should be treated, with respect!" Jonouchi shouted, "All you do is treat her like a prize to be won!"
"What can you possibly offer her that I can't provide? In fact, what can you possibly give her period?
Jonouchi looked over at where Mai stood, her arms crossed furiously over her chest and a scowl darker then The spirit of the rings soul. She had made her point already, she didn't want Jonouchi going anywhere near Jean Claude, she didn't need his protection. She was tired of them both acting like children, but Jonouchi couldn't help himself. He would do anything to protect Mai, even if it made her mad. Especially if it made her mad. She was never more beautiful then when she had fire in her eyes and a scathing word on her tongue. He loved that about her, loved that she was tough and hard edged. There wasn't a single bone in her body that was soft, except maybe where Shizuka was concerned. He loved that about her too, the way she treated Shizuka like a little sister. He loved everything about her and it was time he actually fessed up and admitted it. Turning back to Jean Claude he raised himself up and said, "I can give her the one thing you can't Jean Claude. An equal. Mai completes me in ways I never knew I needed to be completed and there is nothing in the world that you can do to change that!"
Jean Claude laughed, "What, have you been watching cheesy romance movies or something? Hasn't that line been used already or something?
Jonouchi almost lunged at the man right there, but a hand on Jonouchi's arm stopped him. He turned to see Mai staring at him with an unreadable expression and confusion filled him. She shook her head slowly before turning on her heel to face Jean Claude.
"Cheesy or not, Jean Claude, he has a fair point. I consider him more of an equal then you'll ever be." Turning back to Jonouchi she gave him a smile and winked. "I think I like a little bit of cheese now and then; if it's coming from you. Come on, Love. Let's get out of here, the garbage is starting to rot."
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What would their first date be like?
(In my head cannon, they had several dates before the above encounter, this being the first)
Jonouchi had racked his brain for a week trying to figure out what Mai would do on a first date. It had taken him even longer to wrack up the courage to even ask her and he was still surprised she'd said yes. By now it was pretty obvious he had nothing to offer her in ways other men could; men both older and richer then him (then again, just about everyone was richer then him). Yet she had accepted his request for a date and Jonouchi couldn't shake the feeling that she was simply humoring him. If that was the case, he really needed to impress her, because if there was one thing he wanted, it was to impress her on levels that showed her how serious he was about her.
As it was, he had already ruled out the movies, Mai wasn't the type of woman who would be impressed by a trip to the theater and there wasn't anything that looked interesting playing anyway. He had ruled out dinner because the only thing he could afford was fast food and everyone knew that was no date. A picnic in the park was too cheesy, so that was out too; Mai wasn't one for a lot of cheese and he was sure she would call the whole thing off. Other things had passed through his mind, but he'd dismissed every single one of them as they each had a flaw. Nothing could have flaws tonight, nothing at all; yet the time was ticking away fast and he still had no idea what to do for their first date.
By the time Jonouchi had reached Mai's apartment he was still a blank and slowly beginning to panic. He was standing in front of her door, trying to decide whether to knock or not, when the portal suddenly opened and there Mai was, leaning against the door frame with a sardonic smile on her face. The smile was so infuriating, it was like she knew Jonouchi had nothing to offer her and was taunting him into admitting it with just a look! A scowl crossed his brow and his cheeks reddened, he felt like he was going to blow! He shoved his hands into his pants pocket, his mind racing at first, but the familiar presence of a card deck distracted him for the briefest moment. His fingers caressed the cards and an idea slowly formed in his mind. If there was one thing he knew about her, it was that she was a real fighter. He knew what to do now. He looked Mai in the eyes, his usual fire returning and he pointed his finger at Mai daringly, "I challenge you! A night of dueling, here in your apartment! Looser cooks dinner!"
Mai looked at him in surprise at first, then she narrowed her eyes with a smirk. "Challenge accepted." She pulled him inside by the wrist and closed the door behind her. Neither one wound up making dinner, but Jonouchi certainly offered to make breakfast.
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Now...dress your favorite couple as EACH OTHER 8D!
When Mai originally accepted Mokuba's offer to beta test a new virtual reality game she had no idea that 'beta test' meant 'finding the glitches'. Even if she had, though, she would not have expected a glitch the moment she and the others logged on, especially not this one. She stood staring at Mokuba, baffled at the fact that he was no longer wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt and jacket outfit, but instead a school uniform that actually belonged to the new wearer of Mokuba's attire. Yugi, however, was not looking at Mokuba, but at Mai herself, his eyes wide with disbelief and the corner of his mouth twitching. Mokuba, however, was rolling on the floor with a mix of wheezing, gasping and choked laughter. The reason for that stood behind Mai and was possibly the real object of Yugi's disbelief and mouth tugging. Of course, the string of curses behind her gave her a pretty good idea of what she really didn't want to see. As it was, she had noticed she was wearing, not her usual skimpy attire, but a green jacket set over a blue shirt and a pair of trousers. Comfortable as they were, it was not something she would ever wear of her own free will.
The half hysterical laughing from Mokuba suddenly stopped as the string of curses ceased. Yugi lunged forward as the boy began to scramble away and Mai turned quickly on her heel, knowing what Yugi's lunge meant, and they both grabbed a hold of an irate Jonouchi before he could lay harm to the boy because, let's face it: violet is not really Jonouchi's shade.
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Someone stole your favorrite charachters traiding card D8? TEH HORROR!
Jonouchi watched Mai intently as she pulled another card from her deck and laid it face down with a smirk. "I lay one card face down and end my turn. You're up, Jonouchi."
The blond teenager turned his attention from her to the cards in front of her, studying them as intently as he had watched her. She had two monsters on the field, one in defense mode and two face down cards, one of which had been there since the first round. In fact, it had been the very first thing she did; a very mischievous smirk on her face. The look she had given him as she laid it down had been very suspicious at the time, but now that their decks had dwindled down to slightly less then half he was getting more and more anxious about whatever card that was. Another thing that had been bothering him was the fact that he had gotten so far in the game and still hadn't drawn his Red Eyes Black Dragon, which his whole strategy (if you could call it a strategy) hinged on.
"Scared, Jonouchi?" Mai teased
Jonouchi glowered at her, "Scared? Of you? HAH!" Jonouchi reached down and drew up another two cards, hoping the Red Eyes was there, but when he put them in his hand he was disappointed. Instead of either of them being his Red Eyes he got flaming swordsman and Harpy's Lady to his frus-. Wait a minute.
Jonouchi stared in horror at the Harpy's Lady staring back up at him. His eyes widened to saucers and he slowly looked at Mai. Mai's smirk turned into a downright evil smile and she gently stroked that first face down card with a delicate finger. Jonouchi reached out to swipe the card, but she grabbed his wrist with a 'tsking' noise following after.
"Ah ah, Jonouchi. No going after your opponents cards now."
"That's my red Eyes, isn't it," the demand was not a question.
"Now, why would I have your precious Red Eyes, hm?"
"Mai, that ain't funny! You know how much I hate it when someone steals my cards, especially Red Eyes!"
"Exactly how often has this card of yours been stolen?" the quizzical expression on Mai's features caused the boy to flush and he shook his head.
"That doesn't matter Mai, just give it back, now!"
"No."
"What do you mean no!?"
"I want to see how you finish this game out. After that, then I will give you back Red Eyes. Think of it as a challenge."
"What!?"
"Let's just say he isn't the only card I switched out when you weren't looking." Jonouchi gaped at her, perplexed. She smiled easily and gave a little shrug. "Let's see just how good a duelist you are when you have a few surprises thrown in, hm?"
Jonouchi felt a bout of anger fill him for a moment, then suddenly melt away. He still glared at her with narrowed eyes, but since when has he ever stepped away from a challenge? "Your on! And when I beat you, you're making dinner tonight for me and Shizuka!"
"And if you loose?"
"I won't."
Mai laughed, "Deal."
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Prince Atemu and Bakura met as children?
Atem pulled his hood down lower as he desperately searched for a familiar face; uncertainty clinging to him like a shroud. Sneaking out of the palace had definitely not been one of his better ideas and he couldn't help but wonder if getting lost was a lesson from the Gods for disobeying. It had seemed like a harmless idea in the beginning; he'd just wanted to see the city. However, he'd been out here for hours now and he knew he'd been missed by this time. They probably had the whole palace out looking for him, so it was only a matter of seeing a familiar face before he himself was recognized by the wrong sort.
The feeling of something brushing across his thigh very lightly caught his attention and something Mahaad had told him once about the city came back to him. With a quick motion Atem turned and grabbed the offending appendage and leapt upon the would be pickpocket, pinning them to the ground. It didn't take Atem very long to realize that his pickpocket was a child just like him, hence the easy take down. This child, however, was a sight to behold; silver hair framing crimson eyes. The sight stunned the prince as he had thought he himself was the only one around with odd eyes and hair. It stunned him so much that it gave his captive an opportunity to push Atem off him and stand up quickly, a dark scowl on his face.
"What are you looking at?" was the waspish demand
"Uh, nothing," Atem flushed slightly and stood, "Are-are you lost as well?"
"No! I'm here with my father!" The boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "As well? You're lost then?"
Atem realized he'd made a mistake and was quick to answer, "No! I meant 'are you lost'? I felt your hand brush by me and I thought you may have been a…."
Atem trailed off as the scowl returned to the silver haired boy. "Father won't like this." he muttered, "I must get better."
"Better?" Atem cocked his head in confusion "Better at what?"
"Nothing!" The boy turned and ran into the crowd, not giving the young prince a chance to find out more. Atem made to chase after him, but a familiar voice reached out to him through the crowd and turned to see a panicked Mahaad rushing toward him through the crowd. It was obvious the man had been searching for some time due to the sheer relief reflected in his eyes.
"Mahaad!" Atem hurried over to the older youth who dropped to his knees and grabbed Atem by the shoulders.
"Are you hurt?" Mahaad asked desperately, moving the cloak off Atems shoulders and looking at every available space he could. As he went to raise Atem's arms Atem laid a calming hand on Mahaad's shoulder and smiled.
"I am fine, Mahaad. I apologize for making you and the others worry, thank you for finding me."
"What have you been dong out here? No one attacked you, did they?"
Atem looked over his shoulder at where the other boy had disappeared, no trace of him whatsoever to be found. He replied, faintly at first, then more firmly when he looked back to Mahaad. "No…. Let us go home, Mahaad. I have a punishment to attend to."
Perhaps one day he would see the silver haired youth again. He certainly hoped so (with hair and eyes like that he shouldn't be hard to find), perhaps they could even be friends.
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Your favorite Dark and Light Duo went to the grocery store?
Ryou Bakura eyed the candy bars lining the wall with a wistful smile. As much as he would love to buy a Peanutty Blast, or a Nougat Treasure, he knew his fathers rule about sweets and even if his father wasn't around very often the rules still stood; "One candy bar a week allowed for a tasty treat without spoiling your teeth". So, without another thought, Ryou turned on his heel and left the aisle, heading for the arts and crafts section. Once there, he studied the prices of the glue he needed and frowned. Prices had gone up again it seemed, and he had budgeted in a smaller amount. That meant he would have to wait until his fathers next stipend arrived in the bank to get more glue, but that was okay. He still had some glue at home, so perhaps it could wait that long; if he used it sparingly. But how sparingly can I get away with until the buildings start toppling down due to a lack of structural integrity?
Ryou pushed the thought out of his mind and continued on to the sections he needed now. He stopped by the dairy section to pick up a quart of milk, the cereal section to grab some Raisen&Bran, Corn Flex and a box of quick oats for as the days got colder. He then stopped by the meat section to grab some tofu, chicken breasts and a 1 lb. Chub of ham before heading to the produce section to pick up a few things there. He spent another few minutes after that before heading to the checkstand to pay for his groceries, yet there was only one checkstand open at the moment so he had to wait in line. As he waited he admired the impulse buy items held along the checkstand wall, whether it be funny looking lighters, more candy bars or packs of gum. A few items caught his eye, such as the lighter that looked to be made of a tiny silver skull whose mouth opened up to produce the flame. Another item he saw was a Gothic styled pocket knife.
When the line finally dwindled down and allowed Ryou to check out his own items he smiled warmly at the checker and exchanged a little small talk after which he gathered his bags together and left the store. It wasn't very far to his place from the market, so fifteen minutes later he was entering his apartment building and taking the elevator to his floor. Once there he walked to his door, set the bags on the floor and reached inside his pocket to take out his key. Feeling something odd in his pocket he pulled his hand back out to examine what it was and was quite surprised to see the skull headed lighter in his hand. Confusion colored his thoughts for a moment, then a sensation in the back of his mind, like mild amusement, caught his attention. Dread filled him and he quickly pulled his keys out and entered his apartment, picking his bags up as he did. After depositing them on his kitchen table he began checking his other pockets, starting with his pants. In his other side pocket he found the pocket knife while in his back pockets he found a few other items such as an Egyptian stylized cigarette holder and a pack of fruit flavored gum. Checking his jackets main pockets he found two candy bars while the top left breast pocket held some modeling glue and his inside right and left pockets held a hobby knife and several grades of fine tipped brushes. He let out a groan and sunk into his kitchen chair, the mild amusement in the back of his head growing. Irritation began to fill the boy at that and he pulled the Millennium Ring out from under his shirt and glared at it. It had been a few weeks since Duelist Kingdom where he had been talked into putting the ring on again to save his friends lives, and this sort of thing had kept popping up every now and again. He was really getting tired of it.
"If you don't stop shoplifting I am going to start ordering the groceries by phone, do you hear me? The only time we'll leave this house is when I go to school."
Irritation suddenly replaced the amusement and Ryou suppressed the urge to take the ring off. He knew his words were empty, the spirit would probably just take over his body, hence the urge to take the ring off, but he remembered what the spirit had told him during duelist Kingdom. He had promised to help Ryou protect his friends, so long as he wore the ring.
Ryou heaved a sigh and stuffed the ring back into his shirt. He supposed he would just have to get used to this type of thing with a kleptomaniac sharing his body.
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Jounouchi took over Kaiba Corp.
Seto Kaiba felt his eye twitch. A sharp pain seemed to find its way behind his eyeball, but he ignored it. Instead, he focused all his attention on the attempt to move. he was frozen in place, forced to watch as his companies stocks fell by the second. He watched as a whirlwind of paper work flew around the room, his fingers unable to catch them. He was a statue. The source of his mild distress came from across the room where the mutt was rummaging through all his paperwork. The blond had somehow managed a hostile take over of Kaiba Corp while Seto was asleep. The Mutt was throwing out idiotic ideas and spewing nonsense about free cards twice a month and demo's of his dual disks with raffles. Winner gets the disks. Somehow he even made it all tax free. Worse yet, he was making plans to take over what was left of Industrial Illusions and reissue the rare cards! Seto fought against his invisible bonds, but nothing happened.
"Bother." Seto tried to look at Mokuba, but still couldn't move. "Brother, wake up!"
Wake up? What?
"Bother!" Mokuba sounded frantic. "Brother! wake up!'"
Seto opened his eyes to see Mokuba release a breath of relief. The boy handed Seto some pills and a glass of water, a stern look on his face.
"Stop acting so stoic and cool and everything and admit your sick! Your fever dreams are getting worse!"
Seto hated to admit defeat to anyone or anything. Why would he willingly give in to a pesky virus of all things?
Seto took the pills and water, downed them and said, very flatly, "No."
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Fave chars play DDR. Chumps or champs?
Anzu twirled unnecessarily on the podium to add a flare to her challenge. The audience clapped and cheered as they watched her and Jonouchi couldn't help but watch her in amazement. She was just so good at this game, she made it look so easy! A glance to the side told him Yugi was enjoying the show as well, but his admiration was glowing with more feeling then he would admit to.
"She dances so well," Ryou acknowledged. "How long do you think it took her to get that good?"
Jonouchi shrugged. "Couldn't have been that long. All you do is follow the pattern on the podium, right? It's all about speed, here, not skill."
It was at that fateful moment that the song ended. Anzu took in a sharp breath before narrowing her eyes at her erstwhile friend. "What did you say?"
Jonouchi looked at Anzu in confusion, not understanding her anger. "The game is about speed, not skill."
"Dancing is nothing but skill!"
Jonouchi balked as the gravity of her words hit him. She thought he was talking about dancing in general? That's not what he meant! But before he could address the matter Anzu surged forward, her own ire burning brightly.
"If that's what you think, Katsuya Jonouchi, then I challenge you! No, I challenge all three of you! I'll show you skill like you've never seen before!"
"Three!?" Ryou squeaked. He looked from Jonouchi to Anzu, then down at Yugi who looked just as puzzled as him. "Why us too?"
Yugi shrugged. "Just roll with it."
"But-."
"You're on!" Jonouchi burst out. If there was one thing he never did, that was back away from a challenge. Any challenge. Even this one. He would prove his point to Anzu and explain that he wasn't talking about dancing, just the game.
The song for the second game podium ended and the competitors stepped off to let the next group on. However, everyone had been paying attention to the quartet of friends and nobody made a move to get on, waiting for the other two to accept the challenge formally. Yugi gingerly stepped onto the podium as Jonouchi jumped onto the one next to Anzu. Everyone stared at Ryou expectantly and the white haired boys ears started to burn. With a defeated "why me?" he boarded the podium next to Yugi and the onlookers cheered supportively.
"We dance to Butterfly by . We start on my count. Get it ready."
The song started. Ryou jumped into the moves immediately, but Yugi floundered a moment before getting started. Jonouchi, however, hit the game with the same intensity as he did with Duel Monsters. Unfortunately that intensity did not save him. By the end of the song the only one still standing besides Anzu was Ryou and he was pretty winded. Yugi had gotten a leg cramp halfway through and Jonouchi pulled something somewhere he didn't want to mention. Anzu looked down at Jonouchi with a satisfied smile on her face and said, "Well?"
"I was wrong."
Ryou sat down in a chair with a slow shake of his head. "Next time the two of you want to prove a point, leave me out."
Yugi was too exhausted to say anything.
FINAL ONE: Put your iPod on shuffle and write a Yu-Gi-Oh! related drabble for the next song that pops up.
A/N: Well, the original selection for this prompt that I had picked out almost 2 years ago was a title that had several songs listed under it. Since I can't remember which song it was for (as I neglected to mark down the artists name) I had to come up with a different one. Since Celtic Women is my only readily available grouping I was stuck with them. Unfortunately I do not have this music on my phone, so I had to pick a random song and then manually shuffle it four different times before I was satisfied that the next song was sufficiently random. I got this. Not easy. Shizuka was the only one I could make it work for.
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Shizuka couldn't understand some people. The idea that they were more important than others, that they deserved something more than someone else, or simply because of their upbringing, ethnicity or religion they are worth less than themselves. It just made Shizuka sad, even a little mad. Her anger was born of worry, really. She knew how her brother lived with their father and she worried about how others would see him because of it. When her mother first left her father Shizuka was treated differently by people who knew she was from a broken home. Some people thought she would be a troublesome child just because of it. When her mother first married her step father she worried about them moving to the United States. She saw so much negativity and judging and prejudice there. she was a victim of it several times.
She just didn't understand why certain people just couldn't get along. Beneath the surface, beyond appearances, they were all the same. One voice of one accord, each striving for the same thing. To live. To be free. Not everyone had the same beliefs, but even when they did they still didn't get along. It was truly a shame. But it brought to mind something else. The tolerance that battled with the ignorance. There were people out there that cared. She remembered a song she heard; a few different ones really. These songs were encouraging, enlightening and hopeful. To sing out with zeal, to lift their voice and, indeed, they were one voice of one accord. We are the World, a song From the US, was a prime example as many different professional singers banded together to create a song that brought attention to poverty. It was an old song, but one that reminded her of Katsuya whenever she heard it. It was those songs that encouraged her when she began to get down, when the worry began to get to much for her. With those, she was inspired to raise her own voice. She was wanted to be one who gave rise to awareness. So she made a choice. She would sing. She would sing out. Sing out loud and raise up her own voice. Sing out for the world to here! Sing out the message, the word, the song in her heart! A new song that would be used used to inspire! At least…she hoped.
Sing out, sing out, sing to the world
Sing out, you will be heard
Sing the message and the word
Sing a new song to the world
Sing out, sing to the world
Song, sing Out by Celtic Woman.
Your move. Tag three other authors and challenge them.
Considering I am returning to the YGO! Fandom after a long hiatus, I believe it is safe to say I have no idea who to single out, so I simply challenge anyone currently reading this to do the same. Also, read KoK's fics, she's awesome.