Monachopsis

Chapter 7

I claim no ownership over the song The Blessing. The Blessing was written by David Downes and Brandon Graham, performed by Lisa Kelly. All rights to the song belong to them and their production company.

Disclaimer: I do not Own Yu-Gi-Oh or any characters created by Kazuki Takahashi. I only own my OCs, this fic is purely for entertainment.

Chapter 7

"Is it too much to ask for a bit of good luck?" I mumbled, gingerly poking my left ankle and wincing at the pain. In the past few hours it had swollen up nicely, and a dark bruise spread across half of it. I'd sprained it pretty badly this time; I've sprained ankles before but they were always minor, and after a day or two I was able to put weight on it so long as I wore an air cast or splint to stabilize it. My doctor keeps warning me that I need to stop wearing heels so much, that eventually my ankles will be permanently damaged. I suppose I should follow his advice, especially in the near future since I have no doubt that I'm going to be running quite a bit.

Movies lie, it's not easy running in heels and shouldn't be attempted on a regular basis. I thought I'd perfected the art, but running in heels and running downstairs in heels are two totally different things. Take my word for it, if you can avoid running in heels do so, especially when you're being held in a hostage situation. The resulting damage isn't worth it.

Sighing I attempted to elevate my ankle, hoping to reduce the swelling. I should be icing it every hour, but Pegasus seems to be taking a sick delight in letting me suffer; either that or his henchmen failed to tell him that I'd been injured. But seeing as the man was planning on taking the souls of my friends, and has already taken the soul of Yugi's grandfather I wouldn't be shocked if he was purposely letting me wallow in pain to try and teach me some sort of lesson. Joke's on him though, the only thing the pain is doing is fueling my temper and inspiring a series of diabolical plots that eventually end up with Pegasus in total disgrace, preferably homeless and penniless.

Blowing a curl out of my face I again surveyed the cell I was being held in. There wasn't a single piece of furniture, not even a pillow and blanket. Obviously the cells weren't for entertainment, but for legitimately holding Pegasus's enemies and hostages. Too bad I know nothing about lock picking, otherwise I would have high tailed it out of here by now, regardless of a sprained ankle. I even briefly considered pulling a Pirates of the Caribbean and just full on taking out the door like Will Turner had, however I had nothing to use to leverage the door and I wasn't entirely sure that this cell door and the one in the movie had the same type of hinges. Attached to the wall were a set of manacles, but the guards hadn't bothered to lock me in them, seeing as I could barely walk.

Thank whatever powers that be for small favors. Those things would probably ratchet up my pain level to an eleven.

One thing that this entire craptastic adventure was teaching me; when I was outside the realm of my family's influence, I am effectively powerless. In the business world I'm a force to be reckoned with, but take me out of the boardroom and put me in a real situation that doesn't involve a business contract and I'm practically defenseless. I've never had to fight a day in my life – er, either lives – and hadn't ever thought to be in any situations that would require me to. That would change in the near future, as I fully intend to take Mariko up on those self defense lessons she's been pressuring me to take. It's unfortunate that something like this had to happen before I understood just how powerless I really am.

Thinking about Mariko, the head of security for my family and the company brought a wave of homesickness; this was the longest amount of time that my uncle, Hojo and I had gone without talking to one another since I'd been adopted back into the family. Hojo and I spent a lot of time together, always joking and laughing it up. We could truly be ourselves with one another without having to worry about keeping up appearances, and our friendship was all the stronger for it. Sure we had our disagreements, but we were both mature enough to talk things through after we'd had a chance to cool down. A family trait that seemed to have skipped my grandfather's personality was that when angered we walk away and cool down, never acting rashly. My uncle is the same, and although we are close there was still a small wall between us; he sees too much of my mother in me and it causes him pain. He never speaks of it, but I sometimes see a flicker of sadness in his eyes and know that he still carries unnecessary guilt over my mother's passing. No words from me can take it away from him, so we leave it as something unspoken between us.