Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ 6 Degrees of Inner Turbulence (YGO) ❯ Prolouge: Overture ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: whiterosearcher 
Isis finds the tape and speaks with Yami about it.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Psychological | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 651 | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
Isis finds the tape and speaks with Yami about it.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Psychological | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 08.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 651 | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
[Probably one of the odder fics I'll ever write. But I still wanna post it.]
6 Degrees of Inner Turbulance
Prolouge: OVERTURE
It was a normal Winter day, not unlike any other. Snow was still being plowed, sun still made the snow sparkle, Jounouchi still ate snow cones. Everything was ordinary. Even though she could see the future, no visions could prepare Isis Ishtar for what was about to occur over the next week.
Isis took two steps into the dark room, armed with nothing but a vaccuum, some stain remover and a dusting rag. Even though her brother had been admitted into an asylum two weeks ago, she still wanted his room to be clean for him when he came back. Free of dust or any clutter that he might have left for any reason. Those were to be gone when he came back. If he comes back. Lonliness swelled up. Even though when she was in a rage, she sometimes told him she wished he was in an asylum, Isis missed her brother immensly.
With a sigh, she flipped the lightswitch, illuminating the room. Gold Egyptian scrawls shimmered on the black walls. It was her brother's way, Isis knew. But what wasn't really normal was that she could sense something was out of place. Full of curiosity, she actually looked around. Everything was in it's place, as most Obesessive-Compulsives kept their dwellings, except for one thing; A casette tape with a note taped to it.
To the eye of a stranger, the note would have seemed like a frazzled scientist had tried to write something with the paper in a horozontil fashion. To Isis, it was her brother's attempts at Hiragana writing. Malik had always posessed messy penmenship, even when writing in his native language, so Isis had learned to read his writing from birth. She squinted and began to read what he had left behind.
Hi Sis,
Even though they've taken me away, we can still do something interesting.
Lets play a forwarding game. Play the first track on this tape when you're alone. Then sit and think about it. Then listen to the next song and think of the person it reminds you of. Send this tape to that person and tell them to do the same. It's a game the Pharaoh can't win.
From Malik.
Isis blinked. Once more, she took interest in what was being presented. But caution was stopping her from proceeding. Just what's on this tape that you want me to hear so badly?
Shrugging, she turned her eyes to the tape in question. It was a normal recording tape. Anything from a fake radio show to a mind-controlling chant could be on it. There was a label written in English on it. Isis knew English rather well, but there was one word that she didn't know in the title. Later, she looked it up. Turbulance. Six Degrees of Inner Turbulance. By Dreamtheater. It sounded slightly ominous to her. After 15 minutes of pacing, she decided to call for advice.
Yugi had come over and allowed Yami to take posession of his body. Isis had called an hour ago, asking for the Pharaoh to come and investigate something about her brother. Yami had accepted and an hour later, the tape was placed in front of him to be judged.
"So," Yami set the note back down after reading through it. "Do you think you're in any danger, Isis?"
"I don't feel anything life-threatening, but this is my brother, who was willing to use the power of the Millenium Rod on anyone, including me."
Yami nodded sagely. "Do what you feel is right Isis."
[OH MY ROD, it's so short!!! But it's just the prolouge.]
6 Degrees of Inner Turbulance
Prolouge: OVERTURE
It was a normal Winter day, not unlike any other. Snow was still being plowed, sun still made the snow sparkle, Jounouchi still ate snow cones. Everything was ordinary. Even though she could see the future, no visions could prepare Isis Ishtar for what was about to occur over the next week.
Isis took two steps into the dark room, armed with nothing but a vaccuum, some stain remover and a dusting rag. Even though her brother had been admitted into an asylum two weeks ago, she still wanted his room to be clean for him when he came back. Free of dust or any clutter that he might have left for any reason. Those were to be gone when he came back. If he comes back. Lonliness swelled up. Even though when she was in a rage, she sometimes told him she wished he was in an asylum, Isis missed her brother immensly.
With a sigh, she flipped the lightswitch, illuminating the room. Gold Egyptian scrawls shimmered on the black walls. It was her brother's way, Isis knew. But what wasn't really normal was that she could sense something was out of place. Full of curiosity, she actually looked around. Everything was in it's place, as most Obesessive-Compulsives kept their dwellings, except for one thing; A casette tape with a note taped to it.
To the eye of a stranger, the note would have seemed like a frazzled scientist had tried to write something with the paper in a horozontil fashion. To Isis, it was her brother's attempts at Hiragana writing. Malik had always posessed messy penmenship, even when writing in his native language, so Isis had learned to read his writing from birth. She squinted and began to read what he had left behind.
Hi Sis,
Even though they've taken me away, we can still do something interesting.
Lets play a forwarding game. Play the first track on this tape when you're alone. Then sit and think about it. Then listen to the next song and think of the person it reminds you of. Send this tape to that person and tell them to do the same. It's a game the Pharaoh can't win.
From Malik.
Isis blinked. Once more, she took interest in what was being presented. But caution was stopping her from proceeding. Just what's on this tape that you want me to hear so badly?
Shrugging, she turned her eyes to the tape in question. It was a normal recording tape. Anything from a fake radio show to a mind-controlling chant could be on it. There was a label written in English on it. Isis knew English rather well, but there was one word that she didn't know in the title. Later, she looked it up. Turbulance. Six Degrees of Inner Turbulance. By Dreamtheater. It sounded slightly ominous to her. After 15 minutes of pacing, she decided to call for advice.
Yugi had come over and allowed Yami to take posession of his body. Isis had called an hour ago, asking for the Pharaoh to come and investigate something about her brother. Yami had accepted and an hour later, the tape was placed in front of him to be judged.
"So," Yami set the note back down after reading through it. "Do you think you're in any danger, Isis?"
"I don't feel anything life-threatening, but this is my brother, who was willing to use the power of the Millenium Rod on anyone, including me."
Yami nodded sagely. "Do what you feel is right Isis."
[OH MY ROD, it's so short!!! But it's just the prolouge.]