Well, this one was written in a depressed moment... it's kinda sad. Angst and Deathfic warning.
Bakura Wolfie: Growl yap!
Shut up, you mangy ball of perverted fur...
Disclaimer: I don't own the game, or Yu-Gi-Oh. I do, however, own a Change of Heart.
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Change of Heart
By: BlackLadyCharon
I hate My Master and I hate Myself.
I have no purpose but to control the Other, and I have no other prupose than to make the Other obey My Master, to the pain and despair of the Other and it's Master. All I am is a way to hurt Others.
I did not ask to be made, nor to be a Magic Card. I did not ask to belong to a master who is cruel and evil. Sometimes memories surface from before this Master, to the Mistress who traded Me away. She was not cruel, She used Me only when She needed Me. This Master uses Me as He pleases, and I want to cry.
"And I'll use Change of Heart!" I come out, to see a Dark Magician, complete with a Book of Secret Arts and a Sword of Dark Destruction. I hate taking over Them, because, despite Their power, They are among the gentlest humanoid cards. This One has obviously met My Kind before, because I can feel His desire to drop the book and sword and huddle in a corner. Strange, how someone who looks so fierce can be so gentle.
No, I will not do it. Not this time. My eyes drop down to the sword, then up to His face. Then I start to walk forward. Not fly, not run, just walk with a steady, insane determination. I can hear My Master yelling at Me, angry that I do not do what He wants. I can see the confusion of the Other Master, and the dawning understanding of the Dark Magician.
He knows what I'm doing is mad, crazy. I am defying My Master, making Myself vulnerable to the sword in His hand. Yet the sword comes up, perfectly positioned, and as both Master's gasp in horror and confusion, I walk forward and impale Myself on the sword.
I convulse and gasp, blood trickling out of the wound and My mouth. My wings flutter uselessly, and I feel disconnected as My vision begins to blur and gray.
I can hear both Master's babbling, trying to understand My deliberate suicide. It sounds as if I am hearing Them through water. I gasp again as the Dark Magician lowers Me to the ground and pulls the sword out. Then He starts making low sounds in the back of His throat. He is trying to talk, I realise. No Duel Monster speaks understandably in the real world any more, but He is trying. Trying to ease My dying moments. I smile weakly, staring into His blue eyes. Strange, My last thoughts are, how bright They are in comparison to the world around Them.
And then the blackness comes...
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Okay, this one kinda creeps me out...
Yami Bakura: That better not have been my Change of Heart, weakling.
Yami Misty: *Whaps Yami Backura upside the head with a school desk.* Of course it was, mophead! We figured it deserved a break from YOU!
Yami Bakura: X.X
...I just live with them...
Yami Misty: Review, politely, or I will be forced to give you to Yami Bakura to replace his Change of Heart.
Bakura Wolfie: Growl yap!
Shut up, you mangy ball of perverted fur...
Disclaimer: I don't own the game, or Yu-Gi-Oh. I do, however, own a Change of Heart.
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Change of Heart
By: BlackLadyCharon
I hate My Master and I hate Myself.
I have no purpose but to control the Other, and I have no other prupose than to make the Other obey My Master, to the pain and despair of the Other and it's Master. All I am is a way to hurt Others.
I did not ask to be made, nor to be a Magic Card. I did not ask to belong to a master who is cruel and evil. Sometimes memories surface from before this Master, to the Mistress who traded Me away. She was not cruel, She used Me only when She needed Me. This Master uses Me as He pleases, and I want to cry.
"And I'll use Change of Heart!" I come out, to see a Dark Magician, complete with a Book of Secret Arts and a Sword of Dark Destruction. I hate taking over Them, because, despite Their power, They are among the gentlest humanoid cards. This One has obviously met My Kind before, because I can feel His desire to drop the book and sword and huddle in a corner. Strange, how someone who looks so fierce can be so gentle.
No, I will not do it. Not this time. My eyes drop down to the sword, then up to His face. Then I start to walk forward. Not fly, not run, just walk with a steady, insane determination. I can hear My Master yelling at Me, angry that I do not do what He wants. I can see the confusion of the Other Master, and the dawning understanding of the Dark Magician.
He knows what I'm doing is mad, crazy. I am defying My Master, making Myself vulnerable to the sword in His hand. Yet the sword comes up, perfectly positioned, and as both Master's gasp in horror and confusion, I walk forward and impale Myself on the sword.
I convulse and gasp, blood trickling out of the wound and My mouth. My wings flutter uselessly, and I feel disconnected as My vision begins to blur and gray.
I can hear both Master's babbling, trying to understand My deliberate suicide. It sounds as if I am hearing Them through water. I gasp again as the Dark Magician lowers Me to the ground and pulls the sword out. Then He starts making low sounds in the back of His throat. He is trying to talk, I realise. No Duel Monster speaks understandably in the real world any more, but He is trying. Trying to ease My dying moments. I smile weakly, staring into His blue eyes. Strange, My last thoughts are, how bright They are in comparison to the world around Them.
And then the blackness comes...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, this one kinda creeps me out...
Yami Bakura: That better not have been my Change of Heart, weakling.
Yami Misty: *Whaps Yami Backura upside the head with a school desk.* Of course it was, mophead! We figured it deserved a break from YOU!
Yami Bakura: X.X
...I just live with them...
Yami Misty: Review, politely, or I will be forced to give you to Yami Bakura to replace his Change of Heart.