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This story is No. 37 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Oneshot. Kate has gone to a mental facility, but why? An excerpt from her diary tells. Loosely based on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6 episode Normal Again.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Lizzie McGuire
Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!
BuffyKaibaHuntFR1311,265014157 Apr 127 Apr 12Yes
Hey there! Here's a new Yu-Gi-Oh/Lizzie McGuire crossover oneshot I cooked up one day after imagining Kate Sanders in a mental hospital and writing in her journal about a traumatic experience – like, say, being haunted by a very bad memory. Then I set it to the song Haunted by Evanescence. (It's a good song and very neatly written, too, since in my story, Kate is haunted... by her experience, that is.)

So, with that mental image in mind, I cooked this up. Hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: Genius Terry Minsky owns Lizzie McGuire, and Kazuki Takahashi (also a genius) owns Yu-Gi-Oh. I own the songfics, oneshots, novellas, stories and poems I write and cook up from time to time.


Paying the Ultimate Price

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there



**At Hillridge Mental Facility**

It was a typical evening at Hillridge Mental Facility. Kate Sanders, twenty-three, was sitting at a table in her cell, her diary open in front of her. She gripped her pink pen (full of pink ink) in her right hand. After thinking a bit, she then began to write...

Kate's POV
I woke up that morning at 6 AM to begin my routine. As I curled my long, shiny, golden hair, I thought about my mother. This was the only thing she had taught me. She never once loved me. She never even told me that she loved me.

By 7 that morning my hair was curled, my make-up was done, my stuff was ready for school, and I was wearing my cheerleading outfit since today was Friday, and that meant game day.

I knew my cousin Amy was still sleeping. If she had actually gotten out of bed by noon, that would've been nice – not that she ever did. Her philosophy was "Why get up early if you didn't have a job?". Those were her words, not mine. She didn't get up early, and she hadn't had a job.

I supposed the bus wouldn't be too terrible. It would give me time to socialize. Socialize. I would so never do that. Gosh, I never did socialize-on buses anyway.

The morning passed by me in a slow long blur. I hadn't bothered to pack lunch, so of course, I didn't eat any. And the school lunch? Oh, gosh. Who would eat that?

So I went and sat in the library in my own private little corner away from everyone else. I stared off into space, but pretty soon I started feeling panicky. I ran through the library, ignoring everyone who kept telling me that running in the library wasn't allowed. I ran through the hallways, my feet pounding. Now, I was running so fast, it seemed I would never stop and that I was flying. I ignored everyone who asked what was wrong. I wouldn't be safe and didn't stop running until I ran down the basement steps and into the women's restroom. There I leaned against a wall to catch my breath.

After lunch I had science. We started on our experiments with our lab partners. I got up to sharpen my pencil, letting my partner do most of the work. My friend Nick was beside me at the pencil sharpener.

"Hey Kate," he said.

"Hi."

"I saw you run off at lunch today. Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

"OK," he replied.

Around 4 that afternoon, the rest of the cheerleaders and myself were sitting on the green grass ready for practice. Before we started practice our coach told us that since the school was going to Paris on vacation, we wouldn't have any practice during that time. We already knew this, since an announcement had been made previously during the school day.

Halfway through practice I started having another panic attack-again. I ran off the field into the locker room, gathered my stuff and ran home.

By the time I got home my hair was completely uncurled. I would have to re-curl it again before the game that night. I ran upstairs and safely into my bedroom, which I closed and locked. No one called between the hours of 4 and 7 which was when the game was scheduled to begin. Not that I expected them to. No one called anymore anyway, or emailed or IMed.

At 7:30 that night I ran back home again, and stayed there for the rest of the night. Amy wasn't home. I didn't know where she was.

Later that night, at 8 PM after my bath, I changed into a purple nightgown, got into my bed and clicked off the light. Then I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

Then it happened...

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down


A few hours later, I felt a pair of hands gliding the sheets off of me.

I opened my eyes. At first everything looked all blurry. I then blinked, and everything soon came into sharp focus.

Then a person's face swam into view, followed by another. One had white, spiky hair and brown eyes. The other had brown hair and blue eyes...

Brown hair.

Blue eyes like ice...

Wait a minute. Blue eyes like ice?

Oh, no...

Hunting you, I can smell you – alive
Your heart pounding in my head



Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me


"Y-Yami Bakura. Seto Kaiba," I said.

They smirked.

"Yes, dove," Yami Bakura purred. He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he licked his lips. "My, my. Kate Sanders, you're beautiful! Don't you look delicious tonight."

Kaiba had the exact same look in his eyes as well.

Smirking, they leaned down and started to kiss my neck. I struggled, but in vain. They was just too strong for me.

"Let go, you beasts!" I snapped with a burst of confidence I didn't even know I had... until now.

Kaiba purred in reply,

"Never. I'll never let those wolves at Hillridge Junior High have you. I could give you anything your heart desires. All you have to do is just say the word."

Then I looked into his eyes. Big mistake. They were cold as ice.

Then I said,

"OK."

"Good girl," Kaiba purred in reply.

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down


So now, I, Kate Sanders, who was once a slave girl to Kaiba and Yami Bakura, now sit here in the mental facility, with only my diary for company. I wanted to come here because I wanted to rehabilitate myself, and try to forget those terrible events that happened to me. But it's not easy.

I remember when I obeyed their every command. And I could never leave their side. Kaiba said he forbade it. And if they caught me talking to another guy, they got all jealous and punished me in their own separate ways...

Oh, I hope I will be OK... I hope!

OK, so basically Kaiba and Yami Bakura have these shadow powers and used them to make Kate into a slave girl (just imagine her wearing an outfit similar to the iconic one that Princess Leia wore in the 1983 film Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi). As a result, however, Kate is almost driven insane, but managed to escape and chose a mental facility in Hillridge, where she could recuperate. But her demons still haunt her.

Well, R&R, please. :) Feedback is appreciated, especially for a writer like myself.

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