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naturalcure) wrote2009-05-20 07:30 am
naturalcure) wrote2009-05-20 07:30 am
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“Who the hell are you two? You supposed to be my maids or somethin’!? Che! Ikutsuki could’ve at least gotten someone taller than me!”
The two girls glanced at Isabel for a second, before the shorter blond-haired one went back to looking at the doll in her hand, and the slightly taller dark-haired one let out a snort and looked back to her computer.
“…nice to see you both’re so great at introducin’ yourselves..” Isabel snorted and pulled up a chair, before sitting at the table the two of them had already been at. “Just so you two know, I’m the star of the show here. I dunno what little dog-and-pony crap you two were up to before I came along, but I came here to duel and I came here to win, and if y’gotta problem with that, I’ll just stomp over the both of you two too! Got it?!”
There was nothing but more silence. After a second, the younger one spoke up. “…she’s loud…” She muttered to the doll.
“WHAT’D YOU SAY!?” Isabel snarled, slamming a fist on the table.
“Stop posturing, third rate.” The other girl growled as she continued to pound away at the laptop before her.
“I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” Isabel roared and dived halfway across the table, arms stretched out to grab at the dark-haired girl, who merely scoffed and slapped her laptop shut, walking away.
- - -
I was such a little bitch back then… Isabel thought as she walked down the sidewalk, eyes wandering towards the sky. “Hope Annette doesn’t turn out like me…” She muttered. She glanced down at her PDA, turning a corner. “Almost there…” She muttered as she walked past a row of houses. Eventually, she stopped and came to the house she was looking for.
“…home sweet home…” She muttered sarcastically and walked over to the door, trying the knob. When it didn’t open, she kicked it open. As expected, it gave way easily. Stepping inside, she could tell nobody had been there for a while. Dust covered everything. She tried a light switch. Nothing. Isabel was unsurprised. Hell, it had surprised her that someone had actually bought the place and wasn’t living in it. She let out a snort. “Maybe they wanna make a museum of Isabel Marias…” She said as she walked through, sneezing a couple times. She eventually came upon a room that, even with all the dust, was way too pink. She stepped into it and sat down on the child-sized bed and glanced at the tiny TV and the machine hooked into it. She reached down a hand and brushed the dust off – ‘Sega Mega Drive’.
“Che…” She picked up the controller and felt it in her hand. “…spent so much time on this dumb thing…” She dropped it.
- - -
“Isabel,” Annette said as she slid open the door, holding a black-and-white ball in her hands. “How about some footba-” She was interrupted by her daughter letting out an annoyed squeal as the sound of an explosion went off on the screen.
“Dangit mom, y’made the stupid starfish kill me!” She growled. “We can play later, leave me alone!” She snapped.
“Fine, geez!” Annette snapped, and closed the door.
- - -
“….shouldn’t have yelled at her.” Isabel muttered and put the controller down. A couple seconds later, it was picked up again. Isabel’s eyes widened when she saw who was holding it – Elemental Hero Blume.
“Sometimes, we have to go a little off the beaten path to figure something out.” The hero said, before gently setting the controller down. “Most people don’t have to go halfway around the world, though.”
“Ooookay, where did you come from?” Isabel asked and stood up. “You usually only come out when I need you to hit something and you usually don’t talk.”
Blume smiled. “Correction. I come out when you need me. And you look like you need someone to talk to.”
“….you’re not like…a regular Duel Spirit though.” Isabel said. “You’re just…a bunch of my feelings and memories and energy and shit, aren’t you?”
Blume nodded. “Maybe you just need to talk to yourself, then.”
“….” Isabel sighed, and both her arms fell to her sides. She sat down again. “This was such a stupid idea.” She muttered. “I expected some…big revelation to hit me in the face the second I walked in here.” She said. “All I got so far is…I was a little punk to my mom when I should’ve been spending more time with her…”
“I’m sure she never held it against you.” Blume said. “You both knew you loved each other, right?”
“Yeah…” Isabel said. “I should’ve…done more though…”
“Yes, probably.” Blume said. “But it’s already happened, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“So, what should you do now?”
“…I don’t know…” Isabel growled and held her hands over her head. “I don’t. I thought I’d know when I got here, but I don’t…”
“Well…” Blume glanced at her nails. “…seems to me…you have an old dusty house and a bunch of people who run away from you here…and a family that loves you back in Japan.”
“…” Isabel sighed and stared at the ground. She looked up when she felt the hero touch her shoulder.
“You knew when you decided to live your life that it wouldn’t always be easy. Love, loss, family, a career…, you knew you’d have to deal with all those things.” She tilted her head inquisitively. “You’re not gonna give up just because it’s gotten a little tough, are you?”
“I haven’t given up on anything!”
“You’re certainly moping around a lot!”
“Hey, shut up!”
“You have a daughter and two sisters to take care of, and you wasted a bunch of money and time coming halfway across the world to look for some magic answer to all your problems. If that’s not giving up, I dunno what i-”
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” Isabel roared, throwing a fist in the plant spirit’s face. It fell over into the wall, and brought a hand up to its jaw. A small trickle of blood ran down Isabel’s nose, but she ignored it. “I haven’t given up on them! And there’s no way I would, and if you fucking say I would again I’ll beat you into a fucking pile of cinders!” She snarled.
Blume smiled. “Then where should you be right now?”
“…” Isabel let out a low growl, then a ‘hrmph’. Without another word, she stomped out the door of her old room and towards the front door of the house. Just before she walked out, she glanced to her side, into her old living room.
“…” She walked into the room and up to the fireplace. Above it was a picture of her, no more than five years old, standing in front of her father and mother, a plastic Christmas Tree behind them.
She stared at the picture for several moments, and grabbed it without a word. Holding it under her arm, she turned and walked through the front door, slamming it behind her.
The two girls glanced at Isabel for a second, before the shorter blond-haired one went back to looking at the doll in her hand, and the slightly taller dark-haired one let out a snort and looked back to her computer.
“…nice to see you both’re so great at introducin’ yourselves..” Isabel snorted and pulled up a chair, before sitting at the table the two of them had already been at. “Just so you two know, I’m the star of the show here. I dunno what little dog-and-pony crap you two were up to before I came along, but I came here to duel and I came here to win, and if y’gotta problem with that, I’ll just stomp over the both of you two too! Got it?!”
There was nothing but more silence. After a second, the younger one spoke up. “…she’s loud…” She muttered to the doll.
“WHAT’D YOU SAY!?” Isabel snarled, slamming a fist on the table.
“Stop posturing, third rate.” The other girl growled as she continued to pound away at the laptop before her.
“I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” Isabel roared and dived halfway across the table, arms stretched out to grab at the dark-haired girl, who merely scoffed and slapped her laptop shut, walking away.
- - -
I was such a little bitch back then… Isabel thought as she walked down the sidewalk, eyes wandering towards the sky. “Hope Annette doesn’t turn out like me…” She muttered. She glanced down at her PDA, turning a corner. “Almost there…” She muttered as she walked past a row of houses. Eventually, she stopped and came to the house she was looking for.
“…home sweet home…” She muttered sarcastically and walked over to the door, trying the knob. When it didn’t open, she kicked it open. As expected, it gave way easily. Stepping inside, she could tell nobody had been there for a while. Dust covered everything. She tried a light switch. Nothing. Isabel was unsurprised. Hell, it had surprised her that someone had actually bought the place and wasn’t living in it. She let out a snort. “Maybe they wanna make a museum of Isabel Marias…” She said as she walked through, sneezing a couple times. She eventually came upon a room that, even with all the dust, was way too pink. She stepped into it and sat down on the child-sized bed and glanced at the tiny TV and the machine hooked into it. She reached down a hand and brushed the dust off – ‘Sega Mega Drive’.
“Che…” She picked up the controller and felt it in her hand. “…spent so much time on this dumb thing…” She dropped it.
- - -
“Isabel,” Annette said as she slid open the door, holding a black-and-white ball in her hands. “How about some footba-” She was interrupted by her daughter letting out an annoyed squeal as the sound of an explosion went off on the screen.
“Dangit mom, y’made the stupid starfish kill me!” She growled. “We can play later, leave me alone!” She snapped.
“Fine, geez!” Annette snapped, and closed the door.
- - -
“….shouldn’t have yelled at her.” Isabel muttered and put the controller down. A couple seconds later, it was picked up again. Isabel’s eyes widened when she saw who was holding it – Elemental Hero Blume.
“Sometimes, we have to go a little off the beaten path to figure something out.” The hero said, before gently setting the controller down. “Most people don’t have to go halfway around the world, though.”
“Ooookay, where did you come from?” Isabel asked and stood up. “You usually only come out when I need you to hit something and you usually don’t talk.”
Blume smiled. “Correction. I come out when you need me. And you look like you need someone to talk to.”
“….you’re not like…a regular Duel Spirit though.” Isabel said. “You’re just…a bunch of my feelings and memories and energy and shit, aren’t you?”
Blume nodded. “Maybe you just need to talk to yourself, then.”
“….” Isabel sighed, and both her arms fell to her sides. She sat down again. “This was such a stupid idea.” She muttered. “I expected some…big revelation to hit me in the face the second I walked in here.” She said. “All I got so far is…I was a little punk to my mom when I should’ve been spending more time with her…”
“I’m sure she never held it against you.” Blume said. “You both knew you loved each other, right?”
“Yeah…” Isabel said. “I should’ve…done more though…”
“Yes, probably.” Blume said. “But it’s already happened, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“So, what should you do now?”
“…I don’t know…” Isabel growled and held her hands over her head. “I don’t. I thought I’d know when I got here, but I don’t…”
“Well…” Blume glanced at her nails. “…seems to me…you have an old dusty house and a bunch of people who run away from you here…and a family that loves you back in Japan.”
“…” Isabel sighed and stared at the ground. She looked up when she felt the hero touch her shoulder.
“You knew when you decided to live your life that it wouldn’t always be easy. Love, loss, family, a career…, you knew you’d have to deal with all those things.” She tilted her head inquisitively. “You’re not gonna give up just because it’s gotten a little tough, are you?”
“I haven’t given up on anything!”
“You’re certainly moping around a lot!”
“Hey, shut up!”
“You have a daughter and two sisters to take care of, and you wasted a bunch of money and time coming halfway across the world to look for some magic answer to all your problems. If that’s not giving up, I dunno what i-”
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” Isabel roared, throwing a fist in the plant spirit’s face. It fell over into the wall, and brought a hand up to its jaw. A small trickle of blood ran down Isabel’s nose, but she ignored it. “I haven’t given up on them! And there’s no way I would, and if you fucking say I would again I’ll beat you into a fucking pile of cinders!” She snarled.
Blume smiled. “Then where should you be right now?”
“…” Isabel let out a low growl, then a ‘hrmph’. Without another word, she stomped out the door of her old room and towards the front door of the house. Just before she walked out, she glanced to her side, into her old living room.
“…” She walked into the room and up to the fireplace. Above it was a picture of her, no more than five years old, standing in front of her father and mother, a plastic Christmas Tree behind them.
She stared at the picture for several moments, and grabbed it without a word. Holding it under her arm, she turned and walked through the front door, slamming it behind her.