Will of destiny

A yu-gi-oh! Fanfic by Isis TH

Chapter One: Shadow Magic

Alexa was sprawled across her blue-and-black bed, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all of her problems. She was absolutely sick of the silent abuse she withstood every day from her peers, and she was playing hooky from school for the time being. She lived alone, much to the dismay of the school, the state, the government, and whoever else found out about her living arrangement.

She had spent the past few days mainly eating, sleeping, and doing whatever needed to be done. She would occasionally go online and facebook-chat with her friends, the few that she had, but their conversation was often interrupted by a bully. Of course, an anonymous one, because whatever would the world do if they got reprimanded for being total idiots and jerkoffs on the internet?

Honestly, Alexa thought, she was the only smart one. With an astonishing IQ of 143.72, and grades to match, she was indeed very intelligent. Some may have called her an absolute genius. Nonetheless, it seemed like nothing she did was ever enough for the daunting majority of the school. She didn't walk right, dress right, talk right, dance right, act right, if you can think of another flaw, she had it. She was treated like trash, and she'd had just about enough. She'd snapped at the principal—the principal —the day before she'd decided to stay home, and that was the main reason.

"Miss, would you like to explain to us how you think we can end bullying?" it had been an assembly about bullying, and she'd been called up to the cafeteria stage to 'share her views' on bullying. The principal was so clueless about how serious and damaging bulling was; she couldn't resist poking some fun at him.

"Maybe we could start by acknowledging the existence of bullying. Then we could try ACTUALLY reprimanding the kids who bully others. But, no, we should stick to your plan of doing absolutely nothing. That's working so well right now."

The principal was visibly shocked. "Miss, I'll have you know that we punish children we catch bullying to the fullest extent that we can!"

Well, that didn't go over well. "Exactly!" She snapped. "The kids that you catch. Did you ever even consider that maybe there is more bullying going on than you ever see?! I am LIVING PROOF of how dangerous bullying is! And no one, I repeat, NO ONE has EVER lifted a finger to help me!"

After that, she had ran off the stage. She hopped on her bike and rode home faster than she ever had before. Then she had stayed home from school. She'd received six phone calls, one from her friend Nerus, two from her parents, two from the school, and one from a really mean boy named Drake, who was unfortunately in all of her classes except orchestra. She had wondered why on earth Drake would ever call her, but she refused to answer the phone anyways.

At this point in time, she was in an extremely depressed mood. She took one look at herself in the mirror that sat across the room, sighed, and got up wearily to fix her unruly, frizzy, curly brown hair.

Or at least to attempt to fix, because rarely did anything ever work for more than five minutes.

Upon failing, she bent down in front of her bookcase and grabbed a manga; Yu-Gi-Oh! Volume two- the cards with teeth!

She sprawled out again on her bed, this time with the book in her hand. She began reading about Yugi's first duel with Seto Kaiba, how it happened, and how Yugi—well, technically Yami, but who cares—defeated the legendary blue eyes white dragon the first time. As she read, she could feel her tense muscles relaxing. Yu-Gi-Oh did that to her; somehow it was relaxing to see the former pharaoh's face, to see a game of duel monsters being played, to see a harsh shadow game or even a mind crush. It was a safe haven that these books, animes and trading cards created for her.

She closed the book and set it beside her. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her personal dueling deck. She'd never brought it to school after Drake had tried to steal her dark magician, one of her strongest cards, saying something about "it's rightfully mine" and "you don't deserve it". She didn't remember exactly what he had said, but she remembered that he had called it 'Mahaki'; that was the nickname that she had for the dark magician. The only problem was that she had never told anybody about the nickname. She had shoved the card into her backpack and asked him to stop. He kept trying to steal the card until the teacher walked in and scolded him for being out of his seat.

She shuffled her deck and drew a random card.

The dark magician.

She closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry. It happened all too often. Whenever she was emotional about anything, the card she drew reflected her mood. Dark magician when sad or angry, tuned magician when happy or shy, soul tiger when conflicted or confused, mirage dragon when tired. She nearly never drew anything but those four cards after shuffling her deck.

The dark magician's steely glare seemed softer. It was as if his eyes asked, "What's wrong?" like they could do anything to help. Despite her best efforts, a single tear dripped down her cheek, then another. As they splashed on the surface of the card, it began to glow brightly. Her eyes widened, then squeezed shut as the light became blinding.

When she opened her eyes, she was stunned. There, standing before her in all of his glory, was the dark magician.

For several moments she could do nothing but stare. Then she caught herself; she was strong. She wasn't the one who was struck speechless. She was the rock.

"Mahaki… how are you… here?" she asked, still bewildered. Her 'strong silent type' front was failing.

"Ah, good. You remember my name, young queen." He was smiling. The mean-looking portrayal of him on the card was seemingly very far off the mark.

"Wait. Hold the phone, queen? You must have the wrong girl, I'm no queen…" she trailed off. She wished she was a queen, but sadly it was only in her own mind where such fantasies could come true.

"No, not now. Sadly, that was taken from you long ago. By a certain criminal…" he glanced at her. "But that is beside the point. You seem sad. Your aura is dark, and your face shines with tears. What troubles you?"

"Well, for one thing," she began. "I have to deal with complete and utter morons every day. And then there's the fact that I have, like, 70% less friends than most people. Half of my friends are fake, anyways." She looked at him again, curiously. "Now would you please explain to me exactly how you're here? Because according to physics, this is impossible. This whole conversation we're having? I think I'm imagining it."

"No, young queen. You did this yourself." He replied calmly.

"Did? Wait…" she gasped. "You don't mean I summoned you!?"

"Not purposely, no. however it was the power within you that brought me to this world. You do not belong here, nor does the boy that tried to steal my portal to this world."

This was a lot for Alexa to take in. for a whole minute she sat on the edge of her bed pondering what he'd just said. "So, Drake and I, we're not from this world. I suppose that means you're going to, uh, like, send me to yugioh, I guess?"

"Exactly. You catch on quickly, young queen."

"well." She noted. "Today went from bad, to worse, to holy-frickin-crap-awesome in three hours. I'd call that a world record."

Mahaki smiled. "That sense of humor will get you far." He glanced over his shoulder for some reason. "Prepare yourself, for when you wake, everything you know will be changed."

"I'm ready," she replied.

On her command, he raised his magical staff. He shouted something in ancient Egyptian, and everything went black.