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naturalcure) wrote2009-03-15 02:02 am
naturalcure) wrote2009-03-15 02:02 am
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OOC: So, this one's been running through my mind for a while. I've had a rough idea of it ever since the Noriko arc, but it's gone through a couple rewrites, and it didn't enter the final sequence of events you see here until after that arc had finished. I figure since I'd decided definitively how it went, it'd be a good idea to finally write it up. This takes place during the Noriko arc, when Isabel believed herself to be a doll, right before she went all Black Rose crazy.
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"Hnnn...hn..." Isabel muttered as she stumbled down the road, her arm bleeding profusely. The instrument which had spilled the blood, the knife in her other hand, slipped out of her grip and clattered to the floor. Her face pale from the blood loss, Isabel stumbled into a wall.
"Stop...stop creaking..." She muttered, bringing her hand to her wounded arm and trying to squeeze it tightly, but her hand slipped off as she took in several ragged breaths. She slumped down to the ground.
"No spirit..." She muttered and took in a breath. "....if I don't have any spirit..." She looked down. "....I should just die..." She sniffed. "Should just...die..." She slowly shut her eyes, both of her hands on the ground.
"It's not like you to be so easy to defeat, Isabel dear." A voice called out. Isabel's eyes were pulled upwards. She saw a woman in an elegant, almost militaristic style of dress. Her hair was red and fell to waist length. Beneath the tempest that was Isabel's emotional state, she briefly thought that this woman was...rather beautiful.
"...who...?" She muttered, her voice weak.
"My name is Desdemona." She leaned down and took Isabel's arm. "Mmn...you already lost a lot of blood..." She waved a hand. Vines shot from the ground next to her, as well as several herbs. Her hands moving like lightning, Desdemona took the herbs and ground them with her hands, before placing it over Isabel's wound and wrapping the vine around it. "This herb will stop the bleeding...and this vine will do as a bandage." She crossed her arm. "You're in quite a state."
"...no spirit..." Isabel said again, looking away. "I don't...have any spirit...she was right..." She brought her hands up to her head.
"..." Desdemona took Isabel's chin in her hand. "That isn't true." She said. "Somebody with no spirit would never make it as far as you have." She said. "You've been subjected to great pain before and prevailed from it. For the sake of protecting your sisters."
Isabel let out a bitter laugh. "PROTECT?! Yeah right..." She muttered. "Hikari doesn't need me...Jean doesn't need me...Akuma..." She brought a hand to her face and let out a choked sob. "Akuma was my fault..."
"Isabel..." Desdemona put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't think like that...you're not just a doll who doesn't matter to anyone. Your friends care about you. Your loved ones care about you."
Isabel roughly shoved her away, nearly stumbling over in the process. "Shut up!" She hissed. "Just...shut up!" She clenched a fist. "Just...let me die here..."
"I can't do that, Isabel." Desdemona said. "You can't die here, even if you want to. Your destiny won't let you."
"Destiny..." Isabel let out a snort. "I don't have a destiny..." She muttered. "Noriko was right...I'm just a worthless doll with no spirit...what kind of destiny could I have..."
"..." Desdemona sighed and rubbed her head. Eiza really did a number on her...I don't have time for extended counseling though... She put a hand to Isabel's head. If I can just block out what Noriko did to her long enough to explain things to her... She thought and shut her eyes, using her telepathic abilities to peer into Isabel's mind.
It didn't take her long to find Noriko's handiwork. Desdemona grimaced inwardly as she saw what Noriko had done to her over the past several months. I don't know if I can block all of this out... She thought as she continued to sift through Isabel's memories. As she went through, something flashed past her eyes. Something familiar.
...Black Rose Dragon.
...what in the hell...? She asked herself and went after the mere fragment of a memory she'd seen. It was impossible. She'd never shown her true form to Isabel...she had a difficult time pinning down the memory for some reason, but she eventually found it.
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"BLACK ROSE DRAGON ATTACKS! BLACK ROSE FLARE!"
Isabel's small arm shot out, pointing at her attack's target. She was young, only six years old. A bright red mark, in the shape of a tail, burned on her arm. Tears stung her eyes. The dragon before her roared and exhaled flames, burning the other student before her. He screamed in pain. Teachers paniced around them. As the other student fell to the ground, a pair of broken glasses fell from his hands. Ignorant of his pain, Isabel stormed over to him and grabbed the glasses, wiping her eyes.
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"....I can't believe she attacked another student..." Isabel's mother, Annette Marias, said as she sat in a chair inside of a very....sterile looking clinic.
"...we knew there was a strong chance she'd have....powers like I do." Her father, Cain Marias, said as he looked forward at his daughter, who was currently unconcscious on a table underneath a large device that was scanning her head. Even while asleep, Isabel twitched and turned, as if the experience was painful. "We knew there was a chance that she was a Psychic Duelist."
"..." Annette was silent for several moments. "Is it right to just...suppress her memories like this...?"
"It was hard enough to cover up what happened at her school." Cain said. "But I can't cover the words of others. If she remembers that incident...she'll think she's a monster." He shook his head. "That won't happen."
"...but..." Annette didn't look convinced. "But...what about the other students? What about her teachers? You just said...you can't cover the words of others..."
Cain was silent for a moment. "I can protect her from them." He said bluntly, his eyes focused on his daughter. "If she sees herself a monster, I can't protect her from that."
"..." Annette slowly nodded. "....just until she can handle it on her own, though..." She eventually said.
"..." Cain nodded curtly. "Just until then." He repeated.
After a moment, Annette's arm came up and wrapped around her husband. She then joined him in watching their daughter in silence.
---
It didn't take much for Desdemona to tell where things had gone from that point. Despite her father's words...he would not be there to protect her. Less than a year later, both of them would die, leaving Isabel alone.
"Orphan girl!" "Freak!" "Aw, you gonna cry orphan girl!? Cry for your mommy and daddy!"
Why won't they leave me alone... As she cried, Isabel's Duel Disk activated, almost as if manipulated by another.
Why do they always call me freak!? She tore the top card from her deck.
...the red tail-shaped mark burned on her arm.
This entire human race...
...is COMPLETELY ROTTEN!
Each time the mark burned and Isabel's rage reached its peak, she wouldn't remember it. She would never remember why she was called a monster. If her foster families (of which she had many) did not see her as a monster themselves, they would be too scared to tell her what she was capable of. Either way, all of them would get rid of her within a few months. It wouldn't be for another eight years, when she became the champion of the French Dueling Leagues that she would catch the eye of Shuuji Ikutsuki and get her first permanent home and real family in over half of her life. There, she would open her heart again, just enough to let in the two girls she considered her sister. But it was enough. Her mark would not burn again once she met them.
...until now.
Desdemona jerked backwards, not realizing something had pushed her for several seconds. When she looked up, she saw Isabel, her eyes wide open, her hands clutching her head.
"Oh...shit!" Desdemona cursed. I must've forced those memories out into the open for her...damn...she's not in a state of mind to accept that...! "Isabel, you must calm down!" She said, putting her hands on her shoulders. A bright red light hit her eyes. She looked down and saw it. The mark of the Tail. Shit...!
"You..." Isabel looked at Desdemona, and her eyes narrowed to hateful slits. "Who...who the fuck are you...?!"
"..." Desdemona was silent for a moment. "My name is Desdemona. I am the Black Rose Dragon. You are my Si-"
"YOU'RE THE ONE!" She screamed. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME...THIS!" She waved her arm, as the light continued to flash. Her eyes shot down to Desdemona's Duel Disk. Her fist lashed out and struck the woman square in the jaw. Her other hand grabbed the Duel Disk and roughly tore it from her arm. She ripped open the Extra Deck slot and tore out the contents, staring in horror. "I knew it...I KNEW IT! IT'S THE SAME CARD!" She shrieked.
Desdemona held up a hand. "Isabel, please, you need to calm down!" She urged, but Isabel was already getting to her feet.
"He said...he said he was going to protect me..." Isabel hissed as she tore what was left of her Evil Hero deck (less than half) out of the disk and threw it away. "But he wasn't there..." She clenched her fist tightly as tears streamed down her face, stinging her eyes. "And without him to protect me...they made me into a monster...they didn't stop...they made me hate them...and my hate...it gave me THIS!" She said, pointing at the mark. "Without him there....they're what turned me into the monster...!"
Desdemona did not like where this was going, one bit. "Isabel..." She said and slowly got to her feet.
"You SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Isabel roared, activating her disk. She threw down card after card. Plant monsters leaped up and bumrushed Desdemona, knocking her to the ground. "You're just as much to blame as they are...!" She hissed hatefully. But her look of contempt turned to a crazed grin. "But...I won't kill you...'cause you gave me this..." She said, holding up her new deck. She let out a bitter laugh. "You started this whole thing....you gave me that power, and this deck....so I'll kill you last!" She said as she walked off.
"Hrngh!" Desdemona struggled against the plants holding her down, kicking a Botanical Lion off of her. "Isabel! What are you going to do!? ISABEL!"
Isabel laughed again. "Isn't it obvious..." She looked back at Desdemona, her face contorted by hateful rage and gleeful insanity. "I'm gonna finish what I started...and kill this damn rotten human race!" She said and walked off, letting out a screeching laugh.
It only took a few seconds for Desdemona to knock away the plants, but in that time, Isabel was already gone.
"....shit." she muttered.
----
"Hnnn...hn..." Isabel muttered as she stumbled down the road, her arm bleeding profusely. The instrument which had spilled the blood, the knife in her other hand, slipped out of her grip and clattered to the floor. Her face pale from the blood loss, Isabel stumbled into a wall.
"Stop...stop creaking..." She muttered, bringing her hand to her wounded arm and trying to squeeze it tightly, but her hand slipped off as she took in several ragged breaths. She slumped down to the ground.
"No spirit..." She muttered and took in a breath. "....if I don't have any spirit..." She looked down. "....I should just die..." She sniffed. "Should just...die..." She slowly shut her eyes, both of her hands on the ground.
"It's not like you to be so easy to defeat, Isabel dear." A voice called out. Isabel's eyes were pulled upwards. She saw a woman in an elegant, almost militaristic style of dress. Her hair was red and fell to waist length. Beneath the tempest that was Isabel's emotional state, she briefly thought that this woman was...rather beautiful.
"...who...?" She muttered, her voice weak.
"My name is Desdemona." She leaned down and took Isabel's arm. "Mmn...you already lost a lot of blood..." She waved a hand. Vines shot from the ground next to her, as well as several herbs. Her hands moving like lightning, Desdemona took the herbs and ground them with her hands, before placing it over Isabel's wound and wrapping the vine around it. "This herb will stop the bleeding...and this vine will do as a bandage." She crossed her arm. "You're in quite a state."
"...no spirit..." Isabel said again, looking away. "I don't...have any spirit...she was right..." She brought her hands up to her head.
"..." Desdemona took Isabel's chin in her hand. "That isn't true." She said. "Somebody with no spirit would never make it as far as you have." She said. "You've been subjected to great pain before and prevailed from it. For the sake of protecting your sisters."
Isabel let out a bitter laugh. "PROTECT?! Yeah right..." She muttered. "Hikari doesn't need me...Jean doesn't need me...Akuma..." She brought a hand to her face and let out a choked sob. "Akuma was my fault..."
"Isabel..." Desdemona put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't think like that...you're not just a doll who doesn't matter to anyone. Your friends care about you. Your loved ones care about you."
Isabel roughly shoved her away, nearly stumbling over in the process. "Shut up!" She hissed. "Just...shut up!" She clenched a fist. "Just...let me die here..."
"I can't do that, Isabel." Desdemona said. "You can't die here, even if you want to. Your destiny won't let you."
"Destiny..." Isabel let out a snort. "I don't have a destiny..." She muttered. "Noriko was right...I'm just a worthless doll with no spirit...what kind of destiny could I have..."
"..." Desdemona sighed and rubbed her head. Eiza really did a number on her...I don't have time for extended counseling though... She put a hand to Isabel's head. If I can just block out what Noriko did to her long enough to explain things to her... She thought and shut her eyes, using her telepathic abilities to peer into Isabel's mind.
It didn't take her long to find Noriko's handiwork. Desdemona grimaced inwardly as she saw what Noriko had done to her over the past several months. I don't know if I can block all of this out... She thought as she continued to sift through Isabel's memories. As she went through, something flashed past her eyes. Something familiar.
...Black Rose Dragon.
...what in the hell...? She asked herself and went after the mere fragment of a memory she'd seen. It was impossible. She'd never shown her true form to Isabel...she had a difficult time pinning down the memory for some reason, but she eventually found it.
---
"BLACK ROSE DRAGON ATTACKS! BLACK ROSE FLARE!"
Isabel's small arm shot out, pointing at her attack's target. She was young, only six years old. A bright red mark, in the shape of a tail, burned on her arm. Tears stung her eyes. The dragon before her roared and exhaled flames, burning the other student before her. He screamed in pain. Teachers paniced around them. As the other student fell to the ground, a pair of broken glasses fell from his hands. Ignorant of his pain, Isabel stormed over to him and grabbed the glasses, wiping her eyes.
---
"....I can't believe she attacked another student..." Isabel's mother, Annette Marias, said as she sat in a chair inside of a very....sterile looking clinic.
"...we knew there was a strong chance she'd have....powers like I do." Her father, Cain Marias, said as he looked forward at his daughter, who was currently unconcscious on a table underneath a large device that was scanning her head. Even while asleep, Isabel twitched and turned, as if the experience was painful. "We knew there was a chance that she was a Psychic Duelist."
"..." Annette was silent for several moments. "Is it right to just...suppress her memories like this...?"
"It was hard enough to cover up what happened at her school." Cain said. "But I can't cover the words of others. If she remembers that incident...she'll think she's a monster." He shook his head. "That won't happen."
"...but..." Annette didn't look convinced. "But...what about the other students? What about her teachers? You just said...you can't cover the words of others..."
Cain was silent for a moment. "I can protect her from them." He said bluntly, his eyes focused on his daughter. "If she sees herself a monster, I can't protect her from that."
"..." Annette slowly nodded. "....just until she can handle it on her own, though..." She eventually said.
"..." Cain nodded curtly. "Just until then." He repeated.
After a moment, Annette's arm came up and wrapped around her husband. She then joined him in watching their daughter in silence.
---
It didn't take much for Desdemona to tell where things had gone from that point. Despite her father's words...he would not be there to protect her. Less than a year later, both of them would die, leaving Isabel alone.
"Orphan girl!" "Freak!" "Aw, you gonna cry orphan girl!? Cry for your mommy and daddy!"
Why won't they leave me alone... As she cried, Isabel's Duel Disk activated, almost as if manipulated by another.
Why do they always call me freak!? She tore the top card from her deck.
...the red tail-shaped mark burned on her arm.
This entire human race...
...is COMPLETELY ROTTEN!
Each time the mark burned and Isabel's rage reached its peak, she wouldn't remember it. She would never remember why she was called a monster. If her foster families (of which she had many) did not see her as a monster themselves, they would be too scared to tell her what she was capable of. Either way, all of them would get rid of her within a few months. It wouldn't be for another eight years, when she became the champion of the French Dueling Leagues that she would catch the eye of Shuuji Ikutsuki and get her first permanent home and real family in over half of her life. There, she would open her heart again, just enough to let in the two girls she considered her sister. But it was enough. Her mark would not burn again once she met them.
...until now.
Desdemona jerked backwards, not realizing something had pushed her for several seconds. When she looked up, she saw Isabel, her eyes wide open, her hands clutching her head.
"Oh...shit!" Desdemona cursed. I must've forced those memories out into the open for her...damn...she's not in a state of mind to accept that...! "Isabel, you must calm down!" She said, putting her hands on her shoulders. A bright red light hit her eyes. She looked down and saw it. The mark of the Tail. Shit...!
"You..." Isabel looked at Desdemona, and her eyes narrowed to hateful slits. "Who...who the fuck are you...?!"
"..." Desdemona was silent for a moment. "My name is Desdemona. I am the Black Rose Dragon. You are my Si-"
"YOU'RE THE ONE!" She screamed. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE ME...THIS!" She waved her arm, as the light continued to flash. Her eyes shot down to Desdemona's Duel Disk. Her fist lashed out and struck the woman square in the jaw. Her other hand grabbed the Duel Disk and roughly tore it from her arm. She ripped open the Extra Deck slot and tore out the contents, staring in horror. "I knew it...I KNEW IT! IT'S THE SAME CARD!" She shrieked.
Desdemona held up a hand. "Isabel, please, you need to calm down!" She urged, but Isabel was already getting to her feet.
"He said...he said he was going to protect me..." Isabel hissed as she tore what was left of her Evil Hero deck (less than half) out of the disk and threw it away. "But he wasn't there..." She clenched her fist tightly as tears streamed down her face, stinging her eyes. "And without him to protect me...they made me into a monster...they didn't stop...they made me hate them...and my hate...it gave me THIS!" She said, pointing at the mark. "Without him there....they're what turned me into the monster...!"
Desdemona did not like where this was going, one bit. "Isabel..." She said and slowly got to her feet.
"You SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Isabel roared, activating her disk. She threw down card after card. Plant monsters leaped up and bumrushed Desdemona, knocking her to the ground. "You're just as much to blame as they are...!" She hissed hatefully. But her look of contempt turned to a crazed grin. "But...I won't kill you...'cause you gave me this..." She said, holding up her new deck. She let out a bitter laugh. "You started this whole thing....you gave me that power, and this deck....so I'll kill you last!" She said as she walked off.
"Hrngh!" Desdemona struggled against the plants holding her down, kicking a Botanical Lion off of her. "Isabel! What are you going to do!? ISABEL!"
Isabel laughed again. "Isn't it obvious..." She looked back at Desdemona, her face contorted by hateful rage and gleeful insanity. "I'm gonna finish what I started...and kill this damn rotten human race!" She said and walked off, letting out a screeching laugh.
It only took a few seconds for Desdemona to knock away the plants, but in that time, Isabel was already gone.
"....shit." she muttered.