Yes, this is a rewrite of TWME, from my old account Rugrat247. Only the prologue is in italics. I'm rewriting this because I adore A'isha and this story so much; I take the most pride in my ideas for this story, out of all of my fics, and I also think A'isha's personality is the most realistic one I've developed in all my fanfic writing years.
AN: This fic is set in an alternate universe timeline. There is no Battle City in this, but there are explanations for why Marik is the way he is. If you are wanting to read a fic that is set in the actual YGO-verse with Battle City, check out In A Name on the account MManipulative33. I coauthor that fic (an AU to this fic with A'isha and Marik) with The Duelist's Heiress.
So without further ado, enjoy the prologue of Toying With My Emotions.
TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS
A'isha listened numbly, the words like chilling bombs dropping from the ominous clouds as rain, the atmosphere cold and lingering with dejection. She gazed at the familiar officer's solemn visage as his lips spelt out words that should might as well mean the death of her, only heightening the mound of grimness, grievance and guilt that clawed savagely at her very being.
The compassion in his eyes made him look older. Once the shattering words had left his lips, he had resorted to clenching his jaw tightly. He silently awaited a reaction that he couldn't even begin to predict, as he examined the sorry sight before him: her.
The only reaction he received was a grim silence.
"I'm so sorry, A'isha," the man whispered. "I truly am." A gentle hand came to rest on her bare-skinned shoulder, a sheet of goose bumps blanketing her bronze skin. "Danny was utterly horrified when he heard, too." A'isha stiffened at the mention of Officer Miller's son, her teary eyes widening in disgust and horror combined. "They were among the kindest people I knew. The last to deserve—"
"Danny," A'isha interrupted distantly, her tone so low it was prone to pass for a whisper. "Where is he?"
Officer Miller cocked a confused brow. A'isha knew that should the present situation have been non-existent, he would've thought her question was spoken with sarcasm.
"He's still here, isn't he?" Miller queried. "He stayed behind with Lance to help you clean up?"
A sudden, sharp exhale of air, lungs squeezing tighter as if to choke her cold... "No..." A'isha breathed darkly, arms folded across her chest as her fingernails dug into the soft skin of her arms; the purplish grey freshly pooling upon her skin was only barely noticeable, but it would soon be as apparent as the inferno ball that rages high in the sky. "He didn't help clean up." Her cerulean blue eyes narrowed in fiery rage that was hardly detectable in her shaky tone of voice. "He made things even worse."
The prologue is quite short only because it's a prologue. I'll make sure the chapters are long. Please review and tell me what you think so far. :)