Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! the tarot story or even a pack of these cards.
A/N: This is what happens when you go looking up Yu-Gi-Oh! Bunkoban and find out they made Yu-Gi-Oh! Tarot cards. I then looked up the meanings and found the basic tarot story. Links to see Kazuki Takahashi's creations are posted on my profile, under this story.
The Bunkoban was only done in Japan, and sources only give the name of the card and the characters in its design. So the explanations given within the story are my interpretations and research. If anyone out there wants to do some Japanese Translation, that would be great! I would like to hear Takahashi's explanation for these cards.
Anyway, enjoy!
The sun is bright and welcoming, shining down upon the world as a new day dawned. Amidst the world is a young man, with hair a silvery white that seems to glow. Soft chocolate eyes shine with a childlike innocence as the young man packs his rucksack. All his worldly possessions reside within, and he smiles as he dreams of all the possibilities that await him beyond.
They call him a Fool, especially the one man with shining hair like his, but eyes wild like a feral beast. Even now the young man can hear the voice in the back of his mind, sneaking like a thief and hissing like a snake.
Without him however, nothing will begin. Just as the number system would be meaningless without Zero, similarly, the Fool is the spark that sets everything else into motion, the divine breath that gives life and inspires the first step towards fulfillment and completion. Though the first step down a long path may often seem small in comparison to the journey, that first step is vital because without it there would be no journey at all! The Fool is the cause behind all effects, the power behind all manifestations and the seeds of the end sown in every the young man does not mind. Certainly what they say can be justified, since his ignorance of the world can lead him to do things that more experienced people would never imagine. But in these things he can find knowledge and enlightenment. He does not care what others think or say about him, because he knows that what he is doing is right for him.
Yes, he fantasizes and dreams about the games he plays with his friends, ones where they don't end up in comas. He sees his smiling father, not abandoning him or handing him a cursed ring, but taking him along on many excavations and journeys. He is no longer so quiet, and subdued, no longer afraid to hang out with his friends.
Yes, today is the beginning of those new adventures, a new start, a new life. He is unmolded potential, pure and innocent, neither positive nor negative yet containing the possibility of both. He could go his own way and follow his friends, or give in tohe thief that whispers in the night.
Carefully tying the rucksack around his stick, he glances about his surroundings. Just to the side of him is a large stone tablet, Egyptian in style. It lays flat on flat on the ground, round and circular with a human figure that looks similar to the lid of a sarcophagus. Decorating the figure are the strangely shaped holes obviously to hold something, but the Fool knows not nor cares. Beyond is the wide and ever expanding world, including a cliff that rises up towards the brilliant blue sky.
With his belongings packed, the white haired boy throws the stick and his bag over his shoulder and sets off. He hums merrily to the fantasies and day dreams playing in his mind, never aware of the world around him. So filled with visions, questions, wonder and excitement is he, he even fails to notice the small white dog that follows at his heels, ever vigilant and alert, barking warnings before every mis-step.
The small dog barks warning as the boy passes the cliff that he could surely fall over. But he doesn't, and continues on his way, wherever that is. He knows from whence he came but not to where he travels.
As the young man continues he notices a figure out in the distance. Unable to see as it stands in the shade, he approaches the figure until through the gloom he identifies it as a young woman. Dressed in blue pastels with an oddly cone shaped blue hat atop blonde hair, the girl waves around a curled staff. Innocent green eyes shine at him, with just a twinkling of mischief, as if she was hiding a secret.
The Fool tilts his head to the side and asks a in a polite voice tinged with a British accent, "Can you help me find where I must go?"
The girl smiles at him and beckons him to follow her as she floats off through the tress.
The young man follows, with the dog now trailing silently at his heels.
So bad, good, just plain weird? Any tips are helpful, and Chapters will not be any shorter. R&R PLEASE!