Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh GX or any of its characters.
Aster had spied a card from Satorious' deck once. The Star. He wasn't quite sure what had attracted his attention to it. However, he wasn't the only one that had been entranced it; Satorious himself was doubly pleased with the card's luminous image of a young, beautiful woman standing in the middle of a winding blue river as a huge white star blossomed in the void-like indigo background; seemingly cradling the woman's head of flowing gold hair. In fact, Satorious had been so entranced with his captivating treasure that he didn't even notice that Aster was standing right behind him in the glaring, shadowless chamber.
Of course, Satorious noticed his presence soon enough and quickly flipped the card over; fixing him with eyes of otherworldly violet and a queer little smile. Aster brushed the awkwardness of the moment aside, and the proceeding conversation passed without interruption. Still, Aster never forgot about the Tarot card itself. Indeed, the colors of blue, white, and yellow were now marked on his brain. In time, he eventually learned the meaning of that enigmatic card that Satorious had so lovingly cradled in his palm.
The Star. Aster. Perhaps it was the name itself that had drawn his scrutiny. Aster wasn't so indistinguishable from "a star," was it? Courtesy of his source of information that he would rather not name, Aster learned that The Star signified hope, vision, and faith. Aster was nearly certain that Satorious had somehow linked the ethereal image of hope, vision, and faith with his own name. His own identity.
An ultimate victory. For Satorious. His shining star. But, where Satorious won, so would he, right?
Lies had spun a shroud around Aster's very soul. What did Satorious really see when he looked at him? The card? Or himself? It soon became crystal clear when he was so completely cast aside for the willing and self-destructive Hanged Man--the spiky-haired boy that had once worn clothes as black as night, but now boasted threads of blinding white.
Even now as he thought his thoughts, Satorious' ivory-white hand would be poking through his deck of cards. Ivory. Not pure white, but close to it.
Close enough. Only close enough…Aster would not forsake his birthright. His name. His soul. He would never become someone else's vision. As his eyes took in the actual stars above him that sprinkled the darkened atmosphere, his heart swelled with amazement.
My destiny. Not someone else's…Satorious had tried to lead him astray. He had tried to steal his light.
Now, he would glow.
Author's Note: Spelling out Satorious is a pain-staking process. Anyhow, The Star is an actual Tarot card. My favorite actually. This fic was written one lazy Sunday afternoon, and I'm very happy about how it turned out.