Uh, yeah... I'm getting myself into deep trouble by posting this... I have a ton of other stories... But I just started typing this randomly and liked it and wanted to post it... It's my first 5d's ficlet... It starts during the Facility Arc... Please read and let me know if you like it... And, if you want to, give me a better name for this...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh 5d's
"Have you ever had the feeling that there's something missing in your life?"
"No, why?"
"Just wondering."
"You're bad at lying, you do realize that?"
"Heh, you're right."
"So, what's bothering you?"
"It's just… I feel like that there's something more I could be doing with my life, rather than rotting away here."
"I know. But they're telling us it's for our own good."
"What if it's not?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean, look at us! You still shatter everything in sight when you're angry, and I…"
"I understand. But maybe we're just too strong."
"No. This place isn't doing a thing for us. I know that!"
"Then what do you suggest we do? We can't very well run away! …No. I refuse to go along."
"Please! I'll need your help!"
"What if we get caught?"
"Then I'll take the blame!"
"They'd more than likely believe me going this than a sweet girl like you."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. We're doing this, and you're helping me!"
"*sigh* Why do I have the feeling that this is going to end badly?"
Prologue: The Arrest
"Hurry Jace!"
"Down the alley Mel!"
"On it!"
Two fifteen year old kids slid into an alley way, diving behind a dumpster, hiding.
The boy, Jace, had messy dark black hair that blended in perfectly with the dark of the night. His eyes were a piercing sapphire blue that only turned soft when looking at a certain girl. Jace wore dark blue jeans and a dark forest green T-shirt. His shoes were dark black with white shoelaces that somehow got tied in the middle of the shoe. Around his waist was a brown belt that had a holster for duel cards.
The girl, Mel, her hair was a soft dark brown hair that was currently frizzy and standing on end as it hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were a deep milk chocolate color, showing kindness and childlike innocence in every blink. She wore a black spaghetti strap shirt with a sleeveless black trench coat overtop, and a black miniskirt with black leggings. Her feet had ankle boots hanging on them, the one boat halfway unzipped. On her left arm, up by her shoulder, was a swathe of bandages that hung down her arm, coming down about five inches. On her right, she had a swathe of bandages coming up from her wrist about five inches, again. She had a black duel belt for cards around her waist, seemingly invisible because of her whole ensemble being black as well.
"Did we lose them?" Jace asked, head peering out from behind the dumpster for naught a second before it was yanked back by his hair by Mel.
"Shh!" Mel shushed him. "They're still there!" Jace nodded, and Mel closed her eyes and put her hand over the bandage on her left arm, concentrating.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and swayed slightly, her eyes slightly unfocused. Jace put his hand on her shoulder, steadying the brunette.
"Are you okay?" Jace asked her, but she ignored him.
"Jace, listen to me." Mel said, her tone serious, as she placed her hand on her friends' shoulder. "You need to go through this alley and find Moriah. Got it? A blonde girl named Moriah. She'll be in a bar called Bootleg, in the booth in the very back corner. Tell her Melody sent you, and go from there." Jace looked at Mel, his eyes wide.
"What are you talking about?" Jace asked her. "I'm not going anywhere without you!" Mel looked at Jace, trying her hardest not to cry.
"You have to," She told him, a lone tear falling down her cheek. "If you don't go and I give myself up, we'll both get sent to the Facility. I can't let that happen to you Jace. Not for something I talked you into doing." Jace shook his head.
"No!" He protested. "I can't let you do that!" Mel sighed.
"Please, Jace," Mel implored, tears pooling in the girls' tear ducts, threatening to overflow and spill down her cheeks. "Don't make it harder than it has to! The more time we waste arguing, the less time you have to get away!" Jace looked at Mel, before biting his lip, and sighing.
"Fine," He gave in to the girl, giving her a small hug. "But, please, don't do anything stupid, alright?" Mel managed a smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Alright, I promise," Mel smiled, holding out a pinky. "Same goes for you, 'kay?" Jace smiled, and grasped his larger pinky with her slimmer more delicate one.
"Promise." Jace agreed, their pinkies shaking like a hand shake. The two stood up and came cautiously out from behind the dumpster.
Mel ran out into the street while Jace made his getaway deeper into the alley.
"Hey Security idiots!" Mel shouted, standing in the middle of the street, smirk on her face and her eyes sparkling with child-like mischievousness. "Over here!"
Of course, her shout attracted the attention of the Security 'idiots' as she had proclaimed, and they all started towards her. Mel laughed and ran off of the street, and very visibly down the sidewalk of New Domino City.
Of course, it didn't take long for her to be caught and thrown into one of Security's cars, but that really didn't matter to her. She had bought Jace more than enough time to get away.
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Mel winced a bit as she felt the laser pin drawing a mark on her face. A marker, she believed it was called. How completely and utterly creative. Not.
Mel found herself next being shoved onto some sort of transit vehicle that was going to take her to the Facility. Sure Jace and she had heard rumors of the place, but they had never actually been there. In fact, they were hardly outside of that… that place at all. Only when they escaped did they really get their first good look at the world.
And now she was being bottled up behind stone walls again.
And she didn't bode well behind stone walls.
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~~Paw-Chan Signing Out~~