Edmondia: (and... *facepalm* Seth, you're a big fat dork)
Edmondia: (he's fashion show-ing for Seto)
EnsTren: (...??????)

EnsTren: (...strange)
Edmondia: (?)
EnsTren: (Seth is trying to formulate, in my brain mind you, some sort of speech/concept about Gozaburo trying to "reach above his station, beyond his rights")
EnsTren: (Dragons being "the power of heaven")
EnsTren: (hikari being "master of dragons" and goz trying to control him)
Edmondia: (ah. makes sense)
EnsTren: (and he's sounding a bit like yamimalikthing talking about his hikari being "the morning and evening star")
Edmondia: (ah)
EnsTren: (basically a bit nutty)
Edmondia: (indeed. speaking of nutty, he's currently posing in ripped leather pants and a mesh shirt)
EnsTren: (to which seto?)
Edmondia: (sheSeto)
EnsTren: (then she's blushing)
Edmondia: "So should I wear this to the dance?"
EnsTren: "The Yugis look like punks, you look... you... it's the pants. Can't you just go in my boy clothes?"
Edmondia: "But these make me look sexier!"
EnsTren: "Are you saying my clothes didn't make me look nice?!"
Edmondia: "Hikari, you look good in anything. Or out of anything." And he stripped the shirt off and kicked off the pants. Then he arched an eyebrow at her. "Shall I go like this?"
EnsTren: Seto stared hard at him, not in an interested manner, nor in a "you baka" manner. Seto then got up and left.
Edmondia: "...is that a no?" he called plaintively after her.
EnsTren: Hikari didn't stop walking.
Edmondia: "...are you just going to leave me here?"
EnsTren: Hikari came back--with a dress.
EnsTren: "You're going to be the girl."
Edmondia: He took a few steps back. "Oh no I'm not. My shoulders are much too wide."
EnsTren: "Yes you are, for acting up you're going to to be me."
EnsTren: "Enough makeup will get rid of that tan too."
Edmondia: "No!"
EnsTren: "Don't worry, it will wash off"
Edmondia: "I refuse to be a girl! I'm built all wrong!"
EnsTren: "Nonesense, men have been crossdressing for years. Besides--didn't you tell me you wanted to be a girl?"
Edmondia: "When I was ten, hikari. And no!"
EnsTren: "You practically wore a dress back in Egypt!"
Edmondia: "It was practical! And not girly!"
EnsTren: "...Is being girly that bad?"
EnsTren: Yami...didn't want to be a girl anymore? It was confusing. She had it stuck in her head that Yami didn't like his bit, well not as much as she didn't, but wasn't all 'centric on it like most boys.
EnsTren: But if Yami didn't want to be a girl anymore, hadn't for ages and ages--what did that mean?
EnsTren: Was it bad she crossdressed?
Edmondia: "Hikari, you being girly is wonderful. A girl dressed in a guy's clothes is fine. But I am not gonna wear a dress. I am not That Kind of Guy."
EnsTren: Yami said a girl dressing as a boy was fine, and a girl being girly was fine. But a boy dressing as a girl was bad, because yami didn't want to. So... one was equal, and one was someone dressing above themselves, and another was dressing below, and one of the latter two was wrong.
EnsTren: Girly was... bad, not as good as being like a boy.
Edmondia: "Hikari? Hikari, if it'll make you happy I'll wear the damn dress."
EnsTren: Hikari wasn't talking.
EnsTren: Dresses were... bad. Frilly things she wanted just because she couldn't before were bad, because they were girly.
EnsTren: Skirts and prettiness were bad--just good for boys because they liked to look, objectified women.
EnsTren: The genders were not equal.
EnsTren: Girls were... bad. Wrong. If they weren't then being a girl would be okay--but it wasn't.
EnsTren: She should have stayed the way she had been.
Edmondia: "...hikari, does this thing make my butt look big?"
EnsTren: The strongest women ever were... the Amazons. And they chopped off their breasts so they could shoot arrows right.
EnsTren: They made their chests... like men's, to be better.
Edmondia: ...hikari?
EnsTren: The value of their remaining breast was to... give their babies milk. And she couldn't have babies--not without magic.
Edmondia: SETO!
EnsTren: She flinched, and her thoughts raced, but there wasn't fright, she was trying to recall facts.
EnsTren: "Should've stayed the way I was."
EnsTren: The only reason for her to return to her "should have been" form was to be aesthetically pleasing to her yami. That was by and large a good thing, she suppoed, but she didn't want to be objectified.
EnsTren: She didn't have to live like this, with breasts and hips, the magic could probably turn her whenever she needed--like to give him pleasure, or babies.
EnsTren: Weren't the injections still in the refrigerator? Hormones kept well if she remembered right.
Edmondia: "Seto Kaiba what the FUCK are you thinking?" Seth snarled. His voice was very low, very even, and very quiet.
EnsTren: Her eyes widened and she quickly took steps backwards.
EnsTren: Boys were in charge everywhere she looked. Boys didn't wear girly things because it was below them--symbols and accessories to objectification.
Edmondia: "I don't want to wear girly things because I don't want people to think I'm gay, hikari. Society is stupid. Boys DO wear girly things if they're comfortable with that. Society makes them uncomfortable. You can hardly objectify me in this damn dress."
EnsTren: Microskirt and tube top.
Edmondia: "What's wrong with wanting to feel desired? It doesn't make a girl easy if she dresses for attention."
EnsTren: Oh, that's where it was. Hikari turned and went towards the medical refrigerator.
Edmondia: "Stop that."
EnsTren: A few weeks, less even, and she'd be all better.
Edmondia: "Is poisoning yourself going to make you better?"
EnsTren: It would make her more like a boy again, and that was the preferable state.
Edmondia: "You are a WOMAN."
EnsTren: Her shoulders tightened slightly, hunched minisculey.
Edmondia: "Don't you dare ever insult that again," his voice was low, rough with controlled rage, "Don't you ever think like that. Don't fall back into his way of thinking. You're better than that and you know it."
EnsTren: She sped up, no, must stop thinking of self that way. He sped up, not to get to the shots faster, but to put distance between them.
EnsTren: Why did her-his (must remember) eyes burn?
Edmondia: He followed her smoothly. "Hikari. You know I love you. You know what you're thinking is wrong. Stop falling back into those flawed patterns of thinking. You know it's not right."
EnsTren: No, no he wasn't right. Neither of them were, but at least Yami's body was correct.
Edmondia: "How dare you," he hissed, "How dare you let him win like this?!"
EnsTren: Eyes widened, steps hurried. Faster, faster, run away!
EnsTren: With the testosterone in he-his veins he wasn't afraid like this nearly as often. More agressive, burying the weak feelings.
Edmondia: "There's nothing weak about you. I'm not going to let you destroy everything we built together because some dead man taught you that femininity was something to be despised and feared."
EnsTren: It was everywhere though, showing that it was bad and weak.
Edmondia: "Showing that men are terrified of strong women like you."
EnsTren: No... no.
Edmondia: "Oh, but they are. Women are the deadlier of the species, and men know it."
EnsTren: Weaker. Frailer.
Edmondia: "What weakness? Frailty of form doesn't matter - haven't martial arts taught you anything?"
EnsTren: Martial arts...not natural, learned. Baseline to baseline though...
Edmondia: "Power is power. You know how to use it, you are a woman."
EnsTren: No, no she wasn't.
Edmondia: "Deny it all you want but you know what you are."
EnsTren: She was a little girl trying to put on big girl clothes, just like her mother. But no more, because she was rounding a corner and she saw her destination.
EnsTren: Better trying to be a never be if higher status and power than trying to be a never be of weakness.
Edmondia: "...so you're going to betray yourself and everything millions of women have worked through for thousands of years. You're going to give up on yourself. You're lucky Mai-chan isn't here to see this. You'd break her heart just like you're breaking mine."
EnsTren: NO, she was being strong by becoming a sort of boy again. And he could have object-her, just a little bit of magic and poof, boobies for him to play with.
Edmondia: "If you do this, I'm never going to touch you again," he stated flatly. "I'll love you forever, and I'll stay with you forever, but I won't marry you and I certainly won't ever touch you."
EnsTren: Now where was that rubber tie?
EnsTren: Perhaps she should have done this sooner--then she wouldn't have had to deal with the stress of his promisethreat. Or him touching her before.
Edmondia: "...how can you think like that?" his whisper was thick with misery, "How can you even..."
EnsTren: Because it was true. Drawers rolled open and she pushed though them.
EnsTren: He, yes hehehe, would be pretty anyways, beauty was becoming androcentric again, no hips, little waist. Like prepubescent girls and boys of any age.
Edmondia: "...you're betraying everything everyone's done to help you."
EnsTren: Yami was watching TV, he'd catch on to trends and be brainwashed like the rest of the masses.
Edmondia: "You're betraying yourself and Mokuba and you're betraying me."
EnsTren: What's the point of being like this?
EnsTren: Besides yami's physical pleasure?
EnsTren: All of this... therapy was aimed at her giving up something she degraded herself to that man by begging and crying infront of him to keep.
Edmondia: "And you degrade yourself AGAIN by doing this!"
EnsTren: It was... to give him what he wanted!
Edmondia: "Give who what?"
EnsTren: "YOU!"
EnsTren: "It's all been bad and horrible and hurting because YOU want sex! Because you want to break though something that almost nobody else knew existed!"
Edmondia: "I don't want sex! I want YOU!"
EnsTren: "You want sex and you want to touch me and you want to play with my body! Well I'm not going to let you anymore! I'm going to make it so there's nothing for you to play with!"
Edmondia: "It won't matter if you do," he said, voice soft, even, serene through the tears that were streaming down his face. "I won't be here to bother you anymore."
EnsTren: "What the hell are you talking about? You're always here!"
Edmondia: "I don't have to be," he said softly, "That'll make you happy, won't it?"
EnsTren: "What do you mean?" Her voice was hushed, husked, and suspicious.
Edmondia: "I'll be out of your life," he said simply, "And you'll have everything that you want."
EnsTren: "How?" Lowwer still.
Edmondia: "Does it matter?"
EnsTren: "I don't want you dead--maybe before, but not now."
EnsTren: Oh, there was the tie, on top of the low fridgerator. She could not pull her eyes from it--the syringes would be all neat inside...
Edmondia: "If you kill the woman I love it is my duty to follow her into death," he said softly, "As befits a proper husband."
EnsTren: That snapped her eyes up, "What!?"
Edmondia: He didn't so much as blink. "I would prefer it if you killed me first, to spare me the pain of watching her kill herself."
EnsTren: "You don't love a woman," she said derisively. "You love a little girl who's never going to grow up right."
Edmondia: He stared at her sadly. "You've already started..." he murmured softly, and closed his eyes and sobbed.
EnsTren: "I'm growing up into a-a mockery of what it means to be woman."
Edmondia: He looked at her for a long moment through his tears, then quietly unsheathed the blade of the Rod.
EnsTren: How often had that blade looked tempting to her since her Yami came into her life?
Edmondia: He didn't even wince when he sliced his wrist open.
EnsTren: His blood was very pretty.
EnsTren: She walked to him, slowly, as she had started to towards the tie.
EnsTren: She fell to her knees in front of him, ran her fingers though the prettyred.
EnsTren: She had... wanted this a lot as a child.
EnsTren: She had wanted this almost as often when he came into her life and found out about her secret.
EnsTren: It was like watching herself bleeding, dying. Very pretty, a desirable state.
Edmondia: He sliced the other wrist open equally smoothly.
EnsTren: Her fingers, bloody, his pretty red, slid up to the rod, taking it gently from him and staining the gold.
EnsTren: "Nono, you're doing it wrong, you slice down the wrist, not across."
EnsTren: And she showed him on her pale flesh.
EnsTren: And she smiled.
Edmondia: He took it from her again and laid it at his side, silently, still crying, and ripped the pale fabric bunched around his knees, fashioning it into long strips with his teeth and fingers. Then he took her hand and bound her wrist tightightight.
EnsTren: No! No what was he doing?! Why was he doing that?!
EnsTren: She started sobbing and futily trying to untie it, but it was soaked with slick slick blood and she was dizzydizzy.
EnsTren: She was going to get to rest!
Edmondia: N - no, you stay.
EnsTren: She grabbed it again and sliced her other arm open, deeper.
EnsTren: Rest, sleep. No more pain.
EnsTren: No more worry.
EnsTren: Rest, rest.
Edmondia: Mokuba.
EnsTren: Couldn't she have something for herself once?
EnsTren: Just once, pretty please?
EnsTren: She couldn't beat them, so couldn't she have this instead?
Edmondia: T-they...
Edmondia: T-they'll keep us apart - won't let us sleep.
EnsTren: W-what?
Edmondia: No sleep. Bad t-things. He took her other wrist and bound it with shaking hands.
EnsTren: W-we'll kill them, t-together.
EnsTren: And th-then w-we can sleep. W-wait for t-the others.
Edmondia: C-can't. W-won't be together.
EnsTren: Always together.
Edmondia: He shook his head clumsily. Won't - won't let us. Punishment.
EnsTren: For WHAT!?
EnsTren: She tugged on his darkness, his soul. Putting some of her light into him, some to heal, to talk to her before they went away.
Edmondia: Traitor. D-destroyer of Ma'at.
EnsTren: Me.
Edmondia: N-no. Me.
EnsTren: How? More into him, shadow was a wellspring caused by unending light. I t-the o-one w-wrong s-sself.
Edmondia: N-not you. Gave - d-death not mine to give. B-broke vows. K-keep us apart forever. He wrapped another strip of cloth around both of her wrists, tying them tighter, hands shaking worse than before. N-not married.
EnsTren: She pushed her light into him to fuel his shadow. W-who d-death? S-soul s-ssame. C-can't k-keep us p-parted!
Edmondia: P-parted for three thousand years. F-forever t-this time.
EnsTren: NO!
Edmondia: T-truth.
EnsTren: NO!
EnsTren: Cousin and his hikari were beyond mortal bounds in games in luck in many things.
EnsTren: But the fates themselves broke to His Hikari's will.
EnsTren: They would be together--but for now the only way to do that was if they were both alive.
Edmondia: "NEESAMA?!"
EnsTren: Was glowing--very brightly infact.
Edmondia: W-what d-doing?
EnsTren: NOT SEPARATE! NOT IN THIS LIFE. NOT IN NEXT! NOT EVER!
Edmondia: "Neesama?!"
EnsTren: Was not only glowing, but was bleeding too--very badly in fact. She was also somehow... tugging a bit of darkness from Seth, using it with her own power behind it.
Edmondia: "Neesama, I'm calling for help!"
EnsTren: Since when did Seto Kaiba need help when all the tools needed were at hand?
Edmondia: W-what doing?
EnsTren: Yami could heal--so she was using it.
Edmondia: Yami was too tired to heal himself.
EnsTren: So Seto fueled it with her own strength, whatever she had to spare, and what she didn't.
Edmondia: It almost wasn't enough.
EnsTren: She would burn her soul up.
Edmondia: S-stop.
EnsTren: Since when did she listen?
Edmondia: STOP!
EnsTren: No.
Edmondia: Can help - take?
EnsTren: Fine.
Edmondia: He managed to lace their fingers together and catch her light in his darkness.
EnsTren: She was the one driving, strongest despite the strain on her reserves. Her will...
Edmondia: P-promise you'll marry me?
EnsTren: Yes.
Edmondia: He focused their energy around the last of the healing. Here. Like stiches.
EnsTren: She mimiced. His hikari was so clever, so quick of mind.
Edmondia: Stay with me forever?
EnsTren: Yes. Didn't she just say that? Too busy, too focused.
Edmondia: I love you.
EnsTren: No response. Focus Focus.
EnsTren: She wanted coffee.
Edmondia: We're done, he announced, feeling the last bits of skin reknit themselves. I'm starving, let's go eat.
EnsTren: Done? Quick sweep, somehow minutely focusing in. Done.
EnsTren: Hikari passed out.
Edmondia: He carefully pulled her against him and staggered to his feet, somehow managing to keep her upright, ignoring the blood that was coating both of them, and started staggering down the halls to their bedroom, trailed by a wide-eyed Mokuba.
EnsTren: She didn't seem to have burned up anything vital.
Edmondia: That was good. He dropped her on the bed, then crawled in after her.
EnsTren: He followed her into rest.
EnsTren: Forever.
Edmondia: Mokuba quietly removed the bandages and wiped the blood away.
EnsTren: They looked like they were dead.
Edmondia: But they were breathing.
EnsTren: Strangely peaceful.
Edmondia: When he was sure that the blood and mess was wiped away, he pulled off their clothes and dressed them in long nightshirts.
EnsTren: Neesama did this for him sometimes--without the blood and bandages.
EnsTren: All he usually could manage was a blanket over her shoulders. But Neesama was in bed, so that made things much easier.
EnsTren: Besides--he didn't think they wanted to wake up to reminders.
Edmondia: He threw the bloody things away, washed his hands, took off his shoes, and crawled into the bed, curling up against his sister's side.
EnsTren: He hoped they would tell him what was wrong when they woke up.
Edmondia: ...had they both tried... doing that?
EnsTren: ...Why?
Edmondia: Weren't they happy together?
EnsTren: Happy with him?
Edmondia: ...they did all love each other... right?
EnsTren: Was it his fault? He was doing well in his classes!
Edmondia: Hadn't he been good enough? Hugged them enough and told them he loved them?
EnsTren: He'd have to do it more.
Edmondia: He yawned and burrowed his head under Seto's arm. Yes, he'd do it more often and spend more time with them as long as they weren't doing perverted things to each other.
EnsTren: They slept.
Edmondia: (fwee)
EnsTren: (that was getting depressing for a while)
Edmondia: (that it was)
Edmondia: (*yawn* And now, bed)
Edmondia: (Nai, Nemichan *huggle*)
EnsTren: (nai *snoogle*)