Note: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh fic that's mostly based on the card game and not on the show. This is a tale of a girl who can never find love...
And the only love she can ever find is a love she can never have. A lot of this is truth, but some of it is highly fictional. Enjoy.
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I must be sick in the head.
That's right, I am sick in the head. I can't believe that I will stoop at this level.
How come someone else can find someone that cares for them? Why can't I find the "special someone"?!! Why am I forever trapped in this life of being forced to be in this endless lonliness?
Sometimes, I wish I was dead.
When I first meet him, I didn't know how to react. I never meet anyone who was cursed living with the same loneliness. For once, I felt happy that I could find someone...someone that knew the pain of loneliness. Someone who hidden himself from the world by disguising himself in a tough silent guise.
Too bad that someone I found turned out to not be real.
****
I was entering the Chinese Cafe to meet up with my friends. Paul was playing a card game. Paul, was was not a shabby looking guy with short black hair, dark tan skin, and a shaven. Her wore his typical clothing wear, which was blue top, sneekers, jeans, and his signature blue cap on his head.
I set my grey school bag onto the ground as I took a seat next to him. I noticed Paul was playing a card game. Paul was always good in card games, especially if the game was called Magic.
I turned my head and noticed they was something different of these cards Paul was placing onto the table. At first, they didn't seem like magic cards...
All of them were very anime drawn. Then...it caught my eye.
There was one card standing from these anime magic like cards. It was drapped in a violet/black clothing from head to toe as it grasped on a emerald green staff. I picked pick the card without Paul noticing.
I then felt the soft plastic covering of the card as it rubbed against againsted my fingers. As a closer obseravtion of this card, I've noticed it was a man...perhaps in his early 20's. He looked like a dark priest as he wield his staff. Behind him was a golden circle that had writting near the rim.
But writting of what? It was too blurry to be Surmarian and it wasn't welled detailed to be acient hiroglyphs.
Such power had to be fused to create a card. The person must had worked to creatue such a card that shows raw power, yet in silent beauty.
Paul then look towards me.
"I see you found my Dark Magician card," Paul said, "he's one on my favorite cards I have in my Yu-Gi-Oh deck."
"He's so beautiful..." I muttered slightly as I was struck with gazing at the card.
"Vanessa, you're funny. He's also a very great spellcaster. I can use him to create heavy damage on my oppenents by using him in a simple combo. He's even cooler when he becomes the Dark Mage. Pretty neat for a level 7 magician."
"So...this card in my hand...is like an Angel of Death?"
"You could say that. He does have a spell combo that gets rid of any player's hand on the field."
I looked at the card once more as I handed it back to Paul.
"I think there's much more than power within this card," I replied.
How right those words were about to become in the few days.
****
Go on and laugh. I heard it before. You're not the only one that found my akward attraction to a small artistic creation printed onto a single card very odd for a young 19 year old in her final years in college. Some friends, like Paul and Diane, were very supportive in my oppinions of what I like. Paul helped a lot to how to create very successful combos with this single card. I even managed to get Paul to a weak state before he finished me off with his own combo counter spells.
So this is what it's like to be in "passionate love".
Well at least my slight "obession" is devoted to something useful than to those pop idiots that have hoards of fans surrending their lives to be near them. These pop stars disgrace me and should have their music obliberated from the face of the earth.
Hey...that's not a bad idea, when you thing about.
(Damn me! Focus on this ficcy first, then you can go into your "dark" fantasies afterwards. Right, right, right...*blushes*)
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I admitted to myself that this was normal. It was just a sign of "passionate love", which will eventually wear off in a couple of months and everything will be back to normal.
Sure, I have a slight likeness for a piece of paper to call my own and I always kept that certain card next me at all costs. Perhaps, he was my dark saviour.
(But I couldn't forget YingGirl. YingGirl is a part of me and she's my own creations. Oddly, I had dreams whereas YingGirl tried to be on friendly terms with this powerful mage. Sometimes it worked, yet most of the time, the two of them ended up quarreling with each other. Hoo boy.)
I blushed as I was walking down the streets. I was going to pretend this card was a boyfriend or sorts. It was silly to think of a young lady like me to fall in love with a playing card, but everytime I think about this card...
I had high confidence in myself. I felt I could do anything. Paul was right with one thing...if you put your mind to it, eventually you'll get better and better at it.
Paul also help me out to how to use him in the game. My combos were very weak at the begining, but thanks to this card...they're deathly and getting better rthan before. I still wasn't strong enough to defeat Paul, but I got him into a very near death state before he finished me off with his own Dark Magician combo attack.
One day, I'll be just as good as him...
Yeah! Having a card for a boyfriend was going to be great! For one thing, he'll never cheat on you with another girl. There weren't a lot of girls playing Yu-Gi-Oh on the campus. I could be the only one lucky to witness such beauty and power sealed within a playing card.
I was heading towards the bustop...till I was knocked down and felt someone snatching my deck away from me. My glasses flew from my face as I roughly slammed towards the ground.
As I picked up my glasses, I looked up. There were a group of guys and a few girls. I noticed their filthy hands were on my deck as they were laughing to mock the powers that were hidden in each card.
One of the girls then looked back at me.
"Well if it ain't crazy old Vanessa," she said. Her voice struck a deathly painful memory in my head. It couldn't be...
"Tara..." I replied sternly.
"Hey, she does remember me! She isn't as crazy as she was!"
As I got up, I then took a quick glance at my cards.
"My Yu-Gi-Oh Cards!!!" I cried out, "Please give them back to me!!!"
"Oh..." Tara chuckled, "I'll give them to you."
"Give them back to me now!!!"
I quickly leaped forward to get a hold at my cards, but I was stopped and held by Tara's guy friends. I struggle roughly as I saw Tara pulled one of the cards from my deck with her pale hands. Oh shit!! She wwasn't going to be doing what I think she's about to do. It was the Celtic Guardian, one of my newest cards in my collection. I never got a chance to know him as well as my other cards I had in my collection. She then held the card in two hands and I began struggle harder. She was definately going to do something she always did wanted to do with my drawings...
In less than a second, she ripped the legendary elven swordsman card in two!!! Sure, it was just a card...but it was card I can call my own! I work so hard to earn money to buy that card.
And just like my dreams, it was ripped...to pieces.
****
"NO!!!!" I cried.
"Hey!" Tara replied, "it's just a bunch of stupid cards. Watch."
And one by one, I was restrained to watch that cunning bitch make my life as a duelist a living hell by ripping my cards to pieces. These cards were like friends I could never had. After leaving school, I always ended up being lonely again.
These cards...even though they were pictures, they always kept me company when I was alone.
I continued to struggle, yet everytime I moved...I was struck with blows, punches, kicks, and stricking slaps at me. Tara grinned as she saw my face bruised and some blood running down my face, She finally finish off all my 39 cards. The floor was covered in pieces of my powerful deck of cards.
I was roughly shoved back onto the ground once more. My hands caught pieces of these torn cards. Everything I worked for was gone. My deck was no more...
How can I ever be just as great as Paul if I can't even save my own cards from the hands of an old school bully? This was too much torture for me. To watch something you worked for so hard to get is easily destroyed in your face. I thought my torture was going to be over....
"Hey," one of Tara friends said, "newbies have 40 cards. She may have a card on her."
Oh God No...
Tara glared back at me.
"Where's the 40th card?!" Tara yelled.
I slowly looked up at her as I looked up her. Perhaps the slight blood loss and adredilene rush caused me to slightly mad.
"I raither have my body ripped to pieces," I began, "than fork over the Dark Magician Card to damn whores like you!!!"
"YOU BITCH!!!" Tara yelled as she kicked me at the sides, "Tell me where that card is!!!"
I didn't say a single world.
"GIVE IT TO ME!!!" Tara hissed as she struck me again, harder than before.
I winced in pain as I felt her slight jab of her foot in my sides. Tara then turned towards her gang.
"Get rid of her," Tara said, "makes sure she'll never draws her crap ever again!!"
****
And like a pack of wild dogs, Tara's pack assaulted me. I tried to fight back, but their blows were much faster and stronger the the previous blows. I was not going to let them take that card away from me.
If there was one card I can litterally give my life for, this was the card I'll do it for! I felt being badly bruised opened as her gang assaulted me...
Yet I was never gonna give her that card. I was determined to keep this card on me, even it I was gonna get hurt in the process. Is it really determination that kept me struggling onto the card as I received their blows? Or was it something else that I didn't know I created and I was forcing to never let go of it?
I was starting to loose conciounous fast. I can't fall and get killed like this!! I had to do something as the blows were faster and much harder than the previous ones.
"Someone..." I muttered weakly as I was on the ground, "help me...anyone...anything...."
I didn't know my weak prayers were just about to be answered.
I then felt I was being dragged up onto my feet by Tara yanking onto my short dark brown hair. I gave her a grimmance as I could almost feel she was pulling onto my skin than hair. She was amused by her inflicting pain on me.
"No one can help you now," Tara chuckled, "now where's the card?!!"
"Fuck you," I replied to her. She may be a deep cold hearted bitch, but I'll never fork him over to her. Seriously, I wouldn't dare.
"Fine, be that way. I think I already...found it!"
As she quickly shoved me into the ground again, it was like she ripped off a part of me and let myself bleed to death as i was lied down on the grown. She snatched the card from my chest pocket with such swiftness.
Tara finally had the card I highly appericiate, highly strive to work well with while facing any duel...in her grasp. I was so badly beaten up that all I can do is watch. I started to hate myself more than I ever did before.
Maybe I should never become a duelist in the first place. Maybe I should never walked into that cafe on that faithful day whereas I laid my eyes one that sleeked dark mystical figure, which got me addictive to this intriguing card game in the first place. Maybe I should be just like a normal girl...
I'm such a failure in everything.
All I can hear were Tara sharp laughter alongside her gang cohorts. Well congradulations Tara, you succeed in making my high school live and living hell and now you truely succeed in making college a living hell in just one day!!! I weakly coughed as I was forced to watch what devious plans Tara had in stored for my bishonen-like dark card.
"Please..." I muttered weakly, "please give me back my magician..."
Tara looked at the dark card as she began to twirl the card around in her fingers as she looked at me with quite delight. The feeling I felt while touching that card was almost being passed onto her. I must be really foolish to think a mere playing card can be a suitable lover.
And now my poor judgement caused me to loose all my cards in the process...everything I had.
"You're a cunning bitch to keep such a card away from me like that," Tara said, "it's only just a stupid piece of paper! Why did you risk your pathetic lives to keep me away from it?!! Well now, I'll finally get rid of this stupid paper you tried to protect from me, so I may show how pathetic your life really is!!!"
That's when Tara was wrong. Perhaps my eyes were seeing things, but Tara and her flunkies were not. Tara almosted jerked away as she held onto the card. No one could believe what was happening.
The Dark Magician card started to emitted a dark eerie glowing from Tara's hands.
****
Okay, so I screwed with the numbers. I don't think I can take seeing 50 cards or more that I paid for and seeing them ripped to pieces in front of my face. I think anyone would take that garbage of their card dissing in their face.
-The Clow Hatter
And the only love she can ever find is a love she can never have. A lot of this is truth, but some of it is highly fictional. Enjoy.
****
I must be sick in the head.
That's right, I am sick in the head. I can't believe that I will stoop at this level.
How come someone else can find someone that cares for them? Why can't I find the "special someone"?!! Why am I forever trapped in this life of being forced to be in this endless lonliness?
Sometimes, I wish I was dead.
When I first meet him, I didn't know how to react. I never meet anyone who was cursed living with the same loneliness. For once, I felt happy that I could find someone...someone that knew the pain of loneliness. Someone who hidden himself from the world by disguising himself in a tough silent guise.
Too bad that someone I found turned out to not be real.
****
I was entering the Chinese Cafe to meet up with my friends. Paul was playing a card game. Paul, was was not a shabby looking guy with short black hair, dark tan skin, and a shaven. Her wore his typical clothing wear, which was blue top, sneekers, jeans, and his signature blue cap on his head.
I set my grey school bag onto the ground as I took a seat next to him. I noticed Paul was playing a card game. Paul was always good in card games, especially if the game was called Magic.
I turned my head and noticed they was something different of these cards Paul was placing onto the table. At first, they didn't seem like magic cards...
All of them were very anime drawn. Then...it caught my eye.
There was one card standing from these anime magic like cards. It was drapped in a violet/black clothing from head to toe as it grasped on a emerald green staff. I picked pick the card without Paul noticing.
I then felt the soft plastic covering of the card as it rubbed against againsted my fingers. As a closer obseravtion of this card, I've noticed it was a man...perhaps in his early 20's. He looked like a dark priest as he wield his staff. Behind him was a golden circle that had writting near the rim.
But writting of what? It was too blurry to be Surmarian and it wasn't welled detailed to be acient hiroglyphs.
Such power had to be fused to create a card. The person must had worked to creatue such a card that shows raw power, yet in silent beauty.
Paul then look towards me.
"I see you found my Dark Magician card," Paul said, "he's one on my favorite cards I have in my Yu-Gi-Oh deck."
"He's so beautiful..." I muttered slightly as I was struck with gazing at the card.
"Vanessa, you're funny. He's also a very great spellcaster. I can use him to create heavy damage on my oppenents by using him in a simple combo. He's even cooler when he becomes the Dark Mage. Pretty neat for a level 7 magician."
"So...this card in my hand...is like an Angel of Death?"
"You could say that. He does have a spell combo that gets rid of any player's hand on the field."
I looked at the card once more as I handed it back to Paul.
"I think there's much more than power within this card," I replied.
How right those words were about to become in the few days.
****
Go on and laugh. I heard it before. You're not the only one that found my akward attraction to a small artistic creation printed onto a single card very odd for a young 19 year old in her final years in college. Some friends, like Paul and Diane, were very supportive in my oppinions of what I like. Paul helped a lot to how to create very successful combos with this single card. I even managed to get Paul to a weak state before he finished me off with his own combo counter spells.
So this is what it's like to be in "passionate love".
Well at least my slight "obession" is devoted to something useful than to those pop idiots that have hoards of fans surrending their lives to be near them. These pop stars disgrace me and should have their music obliberated from the face of the earth.
Hey...that's not a bad idea, when you thing about.
(Damn me! Focus on this ficcy first, then you can go into your "dark" fantasies afterwards. Right, right, right...*blushes*)
****
I admitted to myself that this was normal. It was just a sign of "passionate love", which will eventually wear off in a couple of months and everything will be back to normal.
Sure, I have a slight likeness for a piece of paper to call my own and I always kept that certain card next me at all costs. Perhaps, he was my dark saviour.
(But I couldn't forget YingGirl. YingGirl is a part of me and she's my own creations. Oddly, I had dreams whereas YingGirl tried to be on friendly terms with this powerful mage. Sometimes it worked, yet most of the time, the two of them ended up quarreling with each other. Hoo boy.)
I blushed as I was walking down the streets. I was going to pretend this card was a boyfriend or sorts. It was silly to think of a young lady like me to fall in love with a playing card, but everytime I think about this card...
I had high confidence in myself. I felt I could do anything. Paul was right with one thing...if you put your mind to it, eventually you'll get better and better at it.
Paul also help me out to how to use him in the game. My combos were very weak at the begining, but thanks to this card...they're deathly and getting better rthan before. I still wasn't strong enough to defeat Paul, but I got him into a very near death state before he finished me off with his own Dark Magician combo attack.
One day, I'll be just as good as him...
Yeah! Having a card for a boyfriend was going to be great! For one thing, he'll never cheat on you with another girl. There weren't a lot of girls playing Yu-Gi-Oh on the campus. I could be the only one lucky to witness such beauty and power sealed within a playing card.
I was heading towards the bustop...till I was knocked down and felt someone snatching my deck away from me. My glasses flew from my face as I roughly slammed towards the ground.
As I picked up my glasses, I looked up. There were a group of guys and a few girls. I noticed their filthy hands were on my deck as they were laughing to mock the powers that were hidden in each card.
One of the girls then looked back at me.
"Well if it ain't crazy old Vanessa," she said. Her voice struck a deathly painful memory in my head. It couldn't be...
"Tara..." I replied sternly.
"Hey, she does remember me! She isn't as crazy as she was!"
As I got up, I then took a quick glance at my cards.
"My Yu-Gi-Oh Cards!!!" I cried out, "Please give them back to me!!!"
"Oh..." Tara chuckled, "I'll give them to you."
"Give them back to me now!!!"
I quickly leaped forward to get a hold at my cards, but I was stopped and held by Tara's guy friends. I struggle roughly as I saw Tara pulled one of the cards from my deck with her pale hands. Oh shit!! She wwasn't going to be doing what I think she's about to do. It was the Celtic Guardian, one of my newest cards in my collection. I never got a chance to know him as well as my other cards I had in my collection. She then held the card in two hands and I began struggle harder. She was definately going to do something she always did wanted to do with my drawings...
In less than a second, she ripped the legendary elven swordsman card in two!!! Sure, it was just a card...but it was card I can call my own! I work so hard to earn money to buy that card.
And just like my dreams, it was ripped...to pieces.
****
"NO!!!!" I cried.
"Hey!" Tara replied, "it's just a bunch of stupid cards. Watch."
And one by one, I was restrained to watch that cunning bitch make my life as a duelist a living hell by ripping my cards to pieces. These cards were like friends I could never had. After leaving school, I always ended up being lonely again.
These cards...even though they were pictures, they always kept me company when I was alone.
I continued to struggle, yet everytime I moved...I was struck with blows, punches, kicks, and stricking slaps at me. Tara grinned as she saw my face bruised and some blood running down my face, She finally finish off all my 39 cards. The floor was covered in pieces of my powerful deck of cards.
I was roughly shoved back onto the ground once more. My hands caught pieces of these torn cards. Everything I worked for was gone. My deck was no more...
How can I ever be just as great as Paul if I can't even save my own cards from the hands of an old school bully? This was too much torture for me. To watch something you worked for so hard to get is easily destroyed in your face. I thought my torture was going to be over....
"Hey," one of Tara friends said, "newbies have 40 cards. She may have a card on her."
Oh God No...
Tara glared back at me.
"Where's the 40th card?!" Tara yelled.
I slowly looked up at her as I looked up her. Perhaps the slight blood loss and adredilene rush caused me to slightly mad.
"I raither have my body ripped to pieces," I began, "than fork over the Dark Magician Card to damn whores like you!!!"
"YOU BITCH!!!" Tara yelled as she kicked me at the sides, "Tell me where that card is!!!"
I didn't say a single world.
"GIVE IT TO ME!!!" Tara hissed as she struck me again, harder than before.
I winced in pain as I felt her slight jab of her foot in my sides. Tara then turned towards her gang.
"Get rid of her," Tara said, "makes sure she'll never draws her crap ever again!!"
****
And like a pack of wild dogs, Tara's pack assaulted me. I tried to fight back, but their blows were much faster and stronger the the previous blows. I was not going to let them take that card away from me.
If there was one card I can litterally give my life for, this was the card I'll do it for! I felt being badly bruised opened as her gang assaulted me...
Yet I was never gonna give her that card. I was determined to keep this card on me, even it I was gonna get hurt in the process. Is it really determination that kept me struggling onto the card as I received their blows? Or was it something else that I didn't know I created and I was forcing to never let go of it?
I was starting to loose conciounous fast. I can't fall and get killed like this!! I had to do something as the blows were faster and much harder than the previous ones.
"Someone..." I muttered weakly as I was on the ground, "help me...anyone...anything...."
I didn't know my weak prayers were just about to be answered.
I then felt I was being dragged up onto my feet by Tara yanking onto my short dark brown hair. I gave her a grimmance as I could almost feel she was pulling onto my skin than hair. She was amused by her inflicting pain on me.
"No one can help you now," Tara chuckled, "now where's the card?!!"
"Fuck you," I replied to her. She may be a deep cold hearted bitch, but I'll never fork him over to her. Seriously, I wouldn't dare.
"Fine, be that way. I think I already...found it!"
As she quickly shoved me into the ground again, it was like she ripped off a part of me and let myself bleed to death as i was lied down on the grown. She snatched the card from my chest pocket with such swiftness.
Tara finally had the card I highly appericiate, highly strive to work well with while facing any duel...in her grasp. I was so badly beaten up that all I can do is watch. I started to hate myself more than I ever did before.
Maybe I should never become a duelist in the first place. Maybe I should never walked into that cafe on that faithful day whereas I laid my eyes one that sleeked dark mystical figure, which got me addictive to this intriguing card game in the first place. Maybe I should be just like a normal girl...
I'm such a failure in everything.
All I can hear were Tara sharp laughter alongside her gang cohorts. Well congradulations Tara, you succeed in making my high school live and living hell and now you truely succeed in making college a living hell in just one day!!! I weakly coughed as I was forced to watch what devious plans Tara had in stored for my bishonen-like dark card.
"Please..." I muttered weakly, "please give me back my magician..."
Tara looked at the dark card as she began to twirl the card around in her fingers as she looked at me with quite delight. The feeling I felt while touching that card was almost being passed onto her. I must be really foolish to think a mere playing card can be a suitable lover.
And now my poor judgement caused me to loose all my cards in the process...everything I had.
"You're a cunning bitch to keep such a card away from me like that," Tara said, "it's only just a stupid piece of paper! Why did you risk your pathetic lives to keep me away from it?!! Well now, I'll finally get rid of this stupid paper you tried to protect from me, so I may show how pathetic your life really is!!!"
That's when Tara was wrong. Perhaps my eyes were seeing things, but Tara and her flunkies were not. Tara almosted jerked away as she held onto the card. No one could believe what was happening.
The Dark Magician card started to emitted a dark eerie glowing from Tara's hands.
****
Okay, so I screwed with the numbers. I don't think I can take seeing 50 cards or more that I paid for and seeing them ripped to pieces in front of my face. I think anyone would take that garbage of their card dissing in their face.
-The Clow Hatter