Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
The idea for this fic came to me when I saw the Master of Magicians episodes. I wanted to convey the red Dark Magician's hatred for the other, because he has a good master, someone who believes in him, and the fact that he is just so awesome!
There is a pairing in this fic, and a scene in a later chapter. When I come to the chapter I'll make a note of it in the disclaimer alright?
On to the fic!
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"No! NO!"
"Stop yelling! It will only make me hurt you more!"
"Stop please!"
"NO!"
Dark Magician was hit again in the face. Blood dripped out of his mouth and onto the floor.
"Now will you be quiet?"
"Plea-"
He was cut of by another punch, this time and uppercut. It sent Dark Magician flying across the floor, his back scrapped painfully across the wood.
"No more- Stop... I'm begging!"
"That still won't change anything! That still won't change my hate for you! That wont change that fact that you're the favorite and I'm just the one left in the dirt!"
A kick to the spellcaster's side punctured the words sending him skidding across the floor. Dark Magician moaned in pain and he tried to get up.
A cold laugh was heard and a foot came down on Dark Magician's throat. Dark Magician's blank gaze lifted to look at a maroon clad magician. His silver hair hung down the sides if his face and his skin was tan with a mark under each gleaming yellow eye. His face was twisted in hate as he put more weight on his foot to choke the other mage.
Dark Magician gasped and choked. He felt his throat tighten and his chest heaved from the lack of air. Suddenly the pressure was taken off and Dark Magician could breathe again.
"Don't think I'm going to go so easy on you next time we meet for this little get-together," sneered the red Dark Magician. He walked out of Dark Magician's room and slammed the door behind him.
Dark Magician shakily stood up, walked a few paces then collapsed on the bed. His hand moved up to his mouth and he wiped the drying blood away. Then he traced his fingers over his bruised face, then down his throat, and around all the black-and-blues and scars on his chest. He felt his ribs and laid his hand on his thin stomach.
The red Dark Magician had been abusing him like this since he could remember. He hated it but there wasn't anything he could do about it. The red spellcater said if he told anyone or resisted, he would kill the person he loved most. That was either Celtic Guardian or Dark Magician Girl. That was the only way Dark Magician could be stopped from telling anyone...
Of course people always asked why he had so many bruises. Dark Magician just replied that he had been training hard again and got hurt while doing it.
Dark Magician crawled under his covers and went into a deep sleep. That was the only time he could get away from his life, in his dreams.
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Dark Magician awoke early the next day. The sun was just coming up. He just lay there and wished he could sleep for a year. Maybe then he would forget about me, the spellcater thought.
He sighed and knew that wasn't possible. He pushed the covers of his body and got off his bed. Dark Magician tried to ignore the pain in his side.
He put on his robes and armor and took his staff from the corner of the room. He rubbed his eyes and touched the bruise on his cheek. Dark Magician shook his head and tried to forget about the other spellcaster.
He smiled a little and walked out of his room. He had to meet Dark Magician Girl for training, then after he wanted to see Celtic Guardian, just to talk.
Dark Magician walked out of his house and down the road. The sky was blue and the birds were singing in the trees. A slight breeze picked up and blew gently against Dark Magician's sore body.
Dark Magician closed his eyes and relished the feeling of the wind on his face. He smiled and walked down the dirt path, happy that he had gone out at this hour.
"Nice day isn't it?"
Dark Magician's heart turned to ice. He froze in his tracks and his smile disappeared from his face.
The red Dark Magician was leaning against a tree, his arms folded against his chest, and his piercing eyes looking into the other spellcaster's.
Dark Magician just stared too scared to do anything.
The red Dark Magician stood and walked over to Dark Magician. He smiled and narrowed his eyes evilly.
Dark Magician's mind was whirling.
Should I run?
Should I stay here and let him abuse me?
Should I fight back?
Wait, then he would kill one of my friends!
I had just gotten over a beating last night. I can't take it right now!
I can't take it anymore...
"Your face is so bruised," said the red Dark Magician, his voice low, in almost a worried tone. "I guess when I beat you I can't see the real damage till I see you the next day..." he paused and smirked. "I remember what your face used to look like before I bruised it up. It was so perfect, not a mark or scar. Now look at it. It's so raw and scarred up... I like it better this way..."
He let his fingers run softly across Dark Magician's face, over his lips, and down to his chin. He forced the purple spellcaster's head up so his eyes looked into the sky. The red magician fingered the soft skin under Dark Magician's chin. Then without warning he sliced open the flesh with the end of his staff.
Dark Magician screamed in agony as the blood splattered on the ground like a fountain. He quickly lashed out his hand as a reflex and...
The red Dark Magician was rubbing the red mark on his face. "Pitiful. You truly are pathetic," he sneered. He watched the other spellcaster trying desperately to stop the blood flow. Both his hands were clamped under his chin and his eyes where closed, trying to relax his shaking body.
The red spellcater bent down and picked up Dark Magician's staff on the ground. "I'll just keep this," he smiled. "No-" choked Dark Magician weakly. The other magician laughed coldly and walked away.
Dark Magician stayed there for an hour, but he couldn't stop the blood. The gash was deep and long. He needed medicine, and stitches. The town was three miles away. If the spellcater tried to walk it would only get worse.
Dark Magician laid down on the blood stained grass, his clothes drenched in scarlet. Let me die. Please let me die, here. I don't want to see another day. I don't want to see his face again. I can't live if I keep getting beaten up. It's so humiliating and sickening. I can't live with it any more. I can't... Dark Magician thought.
His eyes began to go black and his mind went blank. He just laid in his blood and waited for death...
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The first chapter! What did you think? Did you like it, hate it? Tell me! I'm open to constructive comments!