Well, my second college semester is starting soon, another chance to decide what it is that will inspire me for the rest of my life and maybe get me some money along the way. This week it's a Communications major. Which kind, you ask? I'm not sure myself. I thought that I could get into a journalistic concentration, but I'm not sure if I could get excited about it. Maybe my calling is in the technology concentration, where I could get involved with cameras and editing software. That seems a bit more my speed.

Or is it something completely different? My best class grade-wise last semester was the Global Politics class I took. Should I change my International Relations minor into a major? Would I like it? Sure it was my best class, but it was a terribly boring class. And what could I do with a major like that except get into politics. Did I mention how much I hate wearing business attire?

Over the break, I discovered I have a soft spot for voice acting. It seems really cool to me, to be able to put on these character voices on the spot and make people laugh. I even read up on some stuff I would need to choose it as a career. The problem is that I'm a college student. I don't have the money to buy my own state-of-the-art microphone to try out for parts on minor projects. I don't even have the privacy to try out different voices without people coming in and asking what the hell I'm doing. I do want to try it though. Maybe an opportunity will present itself this semester.

I also wanna spread my wings a bit more this semester. Somehow, I got off on the wrong foot and got labeled the quiet, anti-social girl. But I'm determined to make up for that and make some real friends this semester. Maybe getting into a beginning acting class will loosen me up a little. We'll see where that goes.


Ok, my rant is over. ^_^

So, IDK where I got this inspiration, but I sat down and wrote this in one sitting: my first ever YGO fanfic, which is a sort of MarikxRyou friendship/bromance thing.



Demon and Spirit Possessions Anonymous (DSPA)


“Hi, my name is Ryou Bakura, and I…I…”

“It’s ok, son. You don’t have to say it on your first meeting.” An elderly man moved to take his place at the podium.

“No, I’ll do it.” The white-haired young man took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “My name is Ryou Bakura, and I was possessed by a demonic spirit.”

“Hi, Ryou!” the rest of the room chanted in unison.

“Would you like to continue, Mr. Bakura? You’ve already done this much.” Ryou looked around at the room-full of people, equally confused, equally scared, and equally racked with guilt.

“Yeah, I’ll tell my story.” He cleared his throat and summoned any amount of courage he still had. A few people in front leaned in, eyes sparkling with interest. “Granted, much of what I know I learned from my friends because as most of you have already guessed, I don’t remember a lot myself…um, where do I start?”

“Why not tell us how the spirit came to inhabit your body,” the elderly man suggested.

“Ah, yes. It all started when my father came back home after a trip to Egypt when I was about fourteen. He had all sorts of souvenirs for us and one of them included a large necklace charm. It was shaped like a circle, with an eye carved in the middle. My dad told me it was called the Millennium Ring and that he felt I was destined to have it.”

“So it was a cursed artifact?” the man asked. “Ok, hands up! Who here had a cursed artifact?” A dozen or so hands shot into the air. “You see, son, you’re not alone here.”

“Thank you,” Ryou murmured, bowing his head slightly to the people before him. A single tear glided down his cheek. “It makes me feel better to know that people other than me know the slimy presence of another soul in your body.”

A moment of silence met this remark. “What happened then?” the elderly man questioned. “Well, I didn’t notice him at first,” Ryou continued. “At times I would fade out of consciousness, but I didn’t make a big deal out of it. That is, until one night when I was doing my homework. I heard a voice saying ‘this is boring.’ I turned around and my eyes settled on my own reflection in a mirror on the door. I saw a dark, ghostly person behind me, so of course I gasped and stupidly checked to see if he was really behind me. Of course, he wasn’t. ’Who are you” I asked when I turned back to the mirror and he…he…” Ryou shivered slightly. “I’m sorry, just remembering the way he laughed still frightens me.”

“It’s quite alright, my boy. Do you—”

“Yes, I’ll continue. So, the spirit answered me with a laugh. Even then, not knowing what he was, that laugh gave me chills. He then told me that he was the spirit of the ring around my neck. I immediately took it off and threw it across the room, hoping the spirit would go away, but he was still there. He laughed again and said he couldn’t be gotten rid of that easily. He was now a part of my soul. Even so, I vowed I would never put the necklace on again, but I would discover myself wearing it every morning before school, after experiencing one of those lapses of consciousness. Eventually, I just gave up and let him have his way. I heard him constantly in the background at this point, making comments at my life. It was very distracting, but I ignored it and pretended that everything was alright, even though it certainly wasn’t. At the library at school, sometimes I wandered into the section about Egypt, not knowing how I got there. Once, I found a bunch of hieroglyphics on a page in my notebook. When I asked my history teacher to translate it, he told me it said ‘Find the Pharaoh’ over and over again across the page. Newspaper clippings and magazine articles started appearing in my room, strewn all over my desk. I didn’t know what to make of it. The spirit was very quiet during that time, only making snide remarks every once and awhile. Then, things changed yet again. One night, I found one newspaper clipping pinned up neatly on the wall. The headline was ‘Young Boy Wins Tri-city Finals’ and had a picture of my soon-to-be-friend—” Ryou turned to the old man. “Am I allowed to say his name?”

“You can. This is anonymous, after all.”

“Ok, my soon-to-be-friend, Yugi Mutou.” There were a few murmurs of recognition around the room. “Yes, I’m sure more than of a few of you know about him. Anyway, the article had his picture on it. In the picture, Yugi was wearing a strange pyramid shaped pendent on his neck. Someone, I assumed the spirit, had circled the pendent with a red marker and an arrow pointing out that said in scribbled English, ‘found him.’ It was by chance that my parents went on their long-planned second honeymoon a few days later, and as soon as they left, that was when I lost consciousness for the longest time yet. When I came to, I was slumped over the kitchen table, my traveling coat on and feeling really, really hungry. Later, I realized after seeing the date on the news that I had no memory of the past four days. I panicked and searched all the news stations to see if the spirit had made me do something terrible, but I didn’t see anything. The next day, my parents came back from their vacation and my dad announced that we were moving. Apparently, a higher-up in the company had died in a tragic accident and my dad was the only one qualified to fill his position. He had to go work at the corporate headquarters in Domino City. So, long story short, we moved and I transferred into Domino High School, where I first met Yugi and his other friends.”

“I bet the spirit made you kill that man so you would move!” one woman in the front bellowed.

“That’s what I assumed too,” Ryou replied. “And that’s why I tried to avoid being with Yugi, cause I knew that the spirit was probably going to do something horrible to him. Then, I—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bakura, but I’m afraid we’ve run out of time. You can continue your tale in the next meeting.” The elderly man gently took Ryou’s place at the podium and wished the other members a happy week.

Ryou stood on the street corner outside when he suddenly heard a vaguely familiar voice. He turned to see Marik Ishtar, looking very tan against the rest of the people on the street, himself included. He wore a jacket of beige leather, with a fur collar, and dark leather pants. Even early fall seemed too cold for the Egyptian.

“Marik? What are you doing here?” Ryou asked.

“The meeting,” he answered simply, pointing a thumb at the building behind him. He noticed that Ryou’s eyes grew wide and added, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you come.”

“Oh, ok,” he said.

“Yeah, my sister, Ishizu, you remember her? Yeah, she made me come at first, but now I think it’s nice to see people I have something in common with…How did you get here anyway?”

“I got a cab.”

“You want a ride, then?” he asked, nodding at the helmet he held between his arm and the side of his body. “I’ve got another helmet. Besides, there’s something I wanted to say to you in private.” Marik led him to the parking garage where his motorcycle was. Marik tossed him a helmet from one of the saddle bags and hopped onto it, kicking the engine to life.

“I don’t know, Marik…” Ryou said, eyeing the metal machine cautiously. “I don’t think I’m dressed right. You’re wearing leather and I—” He was cut short when Marik jerked him onto the bike, only having a few seconds to strap on the helmet before the motorcycle was screaming down the city road, heading towards the center of town. Fearing for his life, Ryou grabbed around Marik’s thin waist and tried to ignore the awkward feeling it gave him. They stopped at the city park and sat together on a wooden bench, surrounded by the beautiful autumn colors.

“It’s been awhile,” Marik remarked, looking up at the trees.

“Yeah, I guess it has,” he replied. “About eight years now since that time in Egypt.”

“I’ve been meaning to see Yugi, you know, catch up, but he seems very busy. Seems Kaiba Corp wanted him at the ground-breaking ceremony for their new Dueling Academy.”

“Yeah, what a stupid idea,” he answered, chuckling.

“I saw him on TV, though. It’s amazing how much he looks and sounds like the Pharaoh.”

“Yeah.” Ryou sighed loudly, looking down at his hands.

Marik paused, glancing at Ryou, and then said, “I don’t mean to be blunt, but I think you’re starting to—”

“Yeah, I know!” Ryou suddenly snapped, cutting him off. “I’m starting to look like him!” He folded his arms grudgingly and looked away. He sat like that for a while, and then turned his head back at Marik. “Most people don’t realize that I’m the reincarnation of that spirit bastard, just like Yugi is to the Pharaoh. Every day, Yugi looks at his reflection and sees an old friend and partner. On the other hand, when I look at myself, I see a repressed nightmare staring back at me.” Ryou wiped away tears that had started crawling down his face. “When I laugh, I can’t help but shiver at my own voice. That face and that voice have haunted my life for so many years and now…now…” He gave a great big sniff as his nose started to run. “Now I can’t escape it.”

Marik shifted his eyes back and forth, unsure how to act, until he suddenly pulled Bakura into a hug, catching him by surprise.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“N-no, it’s not your fault,” Ryou replied, trying to sound happier. “I shouldn’t have ranted like that.”

“No, I’m sorry for a different thing,” he corrected. “I told you earlier that I wanted to tell you something. Well, this is it. I’m sorry for all the dealings I had with that evil spirit all those years ago. After I defeated my own dark half, I vowed that I would set things right and make up for all the bad stuff I’ve done. You’re the last one. So I’m sorry for the part I played in your nightmare.”

“I accept your apology, Marik,” Ryou responded, patting him on the back as fresh tears of joy collected at the corners of his eyes. They stayed in a hug for another minute or two before Ryou broke it apart.

“So, can you give me a lift home? My cat needs to be fed.”

So after I watched the AMAZING "Brooklyn Rage" video by LK,www.youtube.com/watch I got the crazy idea that I too could rewrite a popular song and make it YGOTAS-ishy. The result? "Don't Trust Seto" parodied off "Don't Trust Me" by 3oh 3. Yeah... I meant for it to be Yami dissing Kaiba. Spoilers for those who hasn't seen the orginal YGO season 3. ;)

Here's the original song if you've never heard of it, and if you need a beat to read along with: www.youtube.com/watch


Don't Trust Seto


Black pants, made of leather like me
He's got the damn biggest coattails I ever have seen
And he's an asshole, and they say he's got greed
Making money off the lamest theme park since Walt Disney (gasp, forbidden word)
D-d-d-d-don't make him smile, you freak!
Not unless you want him to kill every single puppy!
T-tell him this though, our duel will be brief
Cause I'm better and he knows it, so let's just cut out all this sh*t!

He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me
He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me

Brothers, I guess you get two
And a stepfather that you probably sued
Why are we here? Someone answer me this!
Or where is Melvin while we deal with this sh*t?
K-k-k-k-kaiba, your family's weird
The only thing that's normal is Gozubora's beard
And worst is, Noah's wearing those shorts
F*ck, this kid is weird, he's king of the dorks

He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me
He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me

Shut up, Mokuba! Do us all a favor, and stay with Noah!
I said, shut up, Mokuba! Do us all a favor, and stay with Noah!
I said shut up, Mokuba! Do us a favor, and stay with Noah....

He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me
He wants to duel me, whoa-oh
He wants to beat me, whoa-oh
He'll never get me whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh oh
Don't trust Seto, never trust Seto
Don't trust Seto, just trust me




Um....Tada?

I want it. I want it bad. I want it so bad, it hurts. (btw, that's totally what she said, lol)

But seriously, of all the trends I've seen in the past few years, the only one I'm really interested in getting into is the idea of instant internet stardom. Let's just say I'm not the most outgoing person the world has ever seen, so actual stardom is not really a possibility. All I want is for people I don't know or barely know to say, "Hey, that's pretty cool," when I do something.

The tricky part is that the internet is very critical of people who try to force internet popularity upon themselves. Most of the people who are internet stars got there by accident, like the numa numa guy, Little Kuriboh, and david after dentist.

The question is, how do I do that on purpose, but accidentally?

What fresh, new randomness can I bring to the internet?

 
If I was exiled to outer space, I'd want to be sent into a comfortable orbit around Mars, in order to retain weightlessness, and so I don't have to deal with the planet's weather. I've also been interested in Mars, so being able to see it in all its scarlet glory would be nice.

In addition to all the cool stuff that comes with the space shuttle, I'd bring about a thousand sketch books and perfect my drawings. I'd also find a way to get internet access, and keep in touch that way.

Hello, and welcome to my Live Journal! This is an archive of all my Jimmy Neutron fanfiction work, cause they're getting to be so many, I thought I'd put them all in one place!

I'll start with UltraMom first, since that is the only completed one, and then move on from there.

See ya, 

Writer Woman