A Knights Tale-Yu-Gi-Oh
Me: My first fan fic ever! This is based on the hit film 'A Knights Tale' and the rating will probably change later on.
Mokuba: How come I'm not in it?
Me: Cause you don't fit in.
Mokuba: Awww.
Me: Don't worry. You get to watch. Here we go. Oh and by the way, I'll be using British English and possibly some Scottish terms. Sorry to you guys in the US who read this if some things don't make sense.
Mokuba: Oh yeah. And neither of us own the film 'A Knights Tale' and he certainly doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Of beginnings. ----------------------------------------------------------
In medieval times, a sport rose greatly in popularity across all of Europe. That sport was jousting. It was a sport that only those of noble birth, the knights, could compete in. And for one knight, an over the hill champion it was the end. But for his squire, a young man named Joey Wheeler, it was just the beginning.
The crowd in the small stadium cheered as the lances shattered off of the armour of the knights. The referee placed two white flags in either slot and proclaimed the winner. In the field beside the stadium, by a green flag decorated with three dragonheads, all black with red eyes, two young men sat, enjoying the warm French sun. The first was fairly tall and with messy, and dirty, blond hair. The second was much shorter and with a strange mix of red and blond hair.
"The old guys got three points. All he has to do is stay on the horse and we've won." The tall one said, not removing his eyes from the stadium.
"Good." His shorter companion replied, again not shifting his eyes. "We haven't eaten for three days. It will be nice to even see food again."
Then the tall one sniffed the air.
"Hey, do you smell something rotten?"
Both turned to look at the old knight in armour, slumped against a tree.
"Pass the plugs Yuge."
The shorter of the two handed over a set of wooden pegs.
"Better you than me Joey."
Joey edged forward. He reeled from the smell, even with the pegs on his nose. He prodded the knight gently with his foot. Then a little harder. Then a kick. He turned to his companion and called out.
"He's dead! The old coot's finally kicked the proverbial bucket!!!"
Yugi groaned. Then another young man bounded over. Smiling cheerfully.
"We're up soon. I don't think even 'Sir Weak Bladder' over there can blow this one. This is a great day guys. Think of it Yugi. We'll be able to eat. Oh I can smell the pies now!"
Joey and Yugi looked at each other. Then back to their friend. A morbid look on their faces.
"What? Did someone die?" He asked.
"Yeah." Joey retorted. "He did." He pointed over to the dead knight.
"Sorry Tristain." Yugi added.
"Nononononononono" Tristain began to babble.
He dashed over to where the knight lay and began to kick him rather brutally. Yelling and cursing at him in the most profound manner. He continued to beat at the body. In hopes of rousing the knight into action. Joey and Yugi watched on. Not quite sure how to react. Then a voice called out to them.
"Excuse me. Your due in the stadium in five minutes."
"Ummm.Yeah. Just give us a little while and we'll have him up. He's just.uhhh.resting.yeah." It was a pretty feeble line, but it was the best Joey could pull out of his hat just now.
The man looked over Joey's shoulder to see the knight being brutally kicked and cursed at by Tristain. Who now screamed and hopped back clutching a sore foot. And then began to curse and beat the knight with a stick.
"It's umm.pre joust ritual. To make sure he can stand the blows." Yugi answered the un-asked question.
The messenger walked off. Not really sure what to think. Joey and Yugi stood in silence for a few minutes. Listening to Tristain's cursing and yelling, and moaning of being incredibly hungry. Then Joey looked like he had an idea (had the others not been preoccupied, they would have said that that was a rare thing indeed.)
"I'll do it." He declared.
"What?" Yugi and Tristain asked in stereo. Tristain had even stopped his beating.
"Get the armour off him. I'll joust in his place."
Tristain and Yugi looked at Joey, and then burst out laughing. Tristain began fell to the ground and Yugi leaned on a tree to support himself.
"What? I'm serious here. I know how to joust. I trained with the old fart bucket after all."
"Yeah. As his target!" Tristain added.
Joey sighed. He was, however, not discouraged.
"Look. What do we have to lose? All I have to do is not fall off and we've won."
Tristain and Yugi took a moment to think about this. Joey was right (gasp). They had nothing to lose by letting him joust. As long as they did not find out he was just a squire they would be fine.
It didn't take long to get Joey into the armour. He and the knight were roughly the same size. So the armour stayed on, though was a bit loose.
"Okay Joe." Tristain whispered. "Try to keep on target. And for god's sakes, hold on to the horse, whatever you do, don't fall off."
Joey waved him off. His face masked by the helmet.
"Good luck Joey." Yugi beamed.
Joey smiled beneath the helmet then set his eyes straight. The he could hear both his own heartbeat and that of the horse; hell he could feel the heartbeats. The flag waved and he spurred the horse into motion. He and his opponent raced towards each other. Joey was struggling to get the lance up into the slot under his arm.
"Get it up Joey. Come on." Yugi muttered.
"He's not gonna do it." Tristain moaned. Looking down.
"You can do this Joey. Come on." Yugi looked on.
Moments before impact, Joey heaved up the lance and it struck his opponents shoulder. He also felt the impact as his opponents lance slammed into his face. Yet he managed to hold on. He didn't know how but he managed to hold on.
He had won.
---------------------------------------------------------- Me: And so ends chapter one. More characters to come soon.
Mokuba: Except me.
Me: Yes.
Me: My first fan fic ever! This is based on the hit film 'A Knights Tale' and the rating will probably change later on.
Mokuba: How come I'm not in it?
Me: Cause you don't fit in.
Mokuba: Awww.
Me: Don't worry. You get to watch. Here we go. Oh and by the way, I'll be using British English and possibly some Scottish terms. Sorry to you guys in the US who read this if some things don't make sense.
Mokuba: Oh yeah. And neither of us own the film 'A Knights Tale' and he certainly doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Of beginnings. ----------------------------------------------------------
In medieval times, a sport rose greatly in popularity across all of Europe. That sport was jousting. It was a sport that only those of noble birth, the knights, could compete in. And for one knight, an over the hill champion it was the end. But for his squire, a young man named Joey Wheeler, it was just the beginning.
The crowd in the small stadium cheered as the lances shattered off of the armour of the knights. The referee placed two white flags in either slot and proclaimed the winner. In the field beside the stadium, by a green flag decorated with three dragonheads, all black with red eyes, two young men sat, enjoying the warm French sun. The first was fairly tall and with messy, and dirty, blond hair. The second was much shorter and with a strange mix of red and blond hair.
"The old guys got three points. All he has to do is stay on the horse and we've won." The tall one said, not removing his eyes from the stadium.
"Good." His shorter companion replied, again not shifting his eyes. "We haven't eaten for three days. It will be nice to even see food again."
Then the tall one sniffed the air.
"Hey, do you smell something rotten?"
Both turned to look at the old knight in armour, slumped against a tree.
"Pass the plugs Yuge."
The shorter of the two handed over a set of wooden pegs.
"Better you than me Joey."
Joey edged forward. He reeled from the smell, even with the pegs on his nose. He prodded the knight gently with his foot. Then a little harder. Then a kick. He turned to his companion and called out.
"He's dead! The old coot's finally kicked the proverbial bucket!!!"
Yugi groaned. Then another young man bounded over. Smiling cheerfully.
"We're up soon. I don't think even 'Sir Weak Bladder' over there can blow this one. This is a great day guys. Think of it Yugi. We'll be able to eat. Oh I can smell the pies now!"
Joey and Yugi looked at each other. Then back to their friend. A morbid look on their faces.
"What? Did someone die?" He asked.
"Yeah." Joey retorted. "He did." He pointed over to the dead knight.
"Sorry Tristain." Yugi added.
"Nononononononono" Tristain began to babble.
He dashed over to where the knight lay and began to kick him rather brutally. Yelling and cursing at him in the most profound manner. He continued to beat at the body. In hopes of rousing the knight into action. Joey and Yugi watched on. Not quite sure how to react. Then a voice called out to them.
"Excuse me. Your due in the stadium in five minutes."
"Ummm.Yeah. Just give us a little while and we'll have him up. He's just.uhhh.resting.yeah." It was a pretty feeble line, but it was the best Joey could pull out of his hat just now.
The man looked over Joey's shoulder to see the knight being brutally kicked and cursed at by Tristain. Who now screamed and hopped back clutching a sore foot. And then began to curse and beat the knight with a stick.
"It's umm.pre joust ritual. To make sure he can stand the blows." Yugi answered the un-asked question.
The messenger walked off. Not really sure what to think. Joey and Yugi stood in silence for a few minutes. Listening to Tristain's cursing and yelling, and moaning of being incredibly hungry. Then Joey looked like he had an idea (had the others not been preoccupied, they would have said that that was a rare thing indeed.)
"I'll do it." He declared.
"What?" Yugi and Tristain asked in stereo. Tristain had even stopped his beating.
"Get the armour off him. I'll joust in his place."
Tristain and Yugi looked at Joey, and then burst out laughing. Tristain began fell to the ground and Yugi leaned on a tree to support himself.
"What? I'm serious here. I know how to joust. I trained with the old fart bucket after all."
"Yeah. As his target!" Tristain added.
Joey sighed. He was, however, not discouraged.
"Look. What do we have to lose? All I have to do is not fall off and we've won."
Tristain and Yugi took a moment to think about this. Joey was right (gasp). They had nothing to lose by letting him joust. As long as they did not find out he was just a squire they would be fine.
It didn't take long to get Joey into the armour. He and the knight were roughly the same size. So the armour stayed on, though was a bit loose.
"Okay Joe." Tristain whispered. "Try to keep on target. And for god's sakes, hold on to the horse, whatever you do, don't fall off."
Joey waved him off. His face masked by the helmet.
"Good luck Joey." Yugi beamed.
Joey smiled beneath the helmet then set his eyes straight. The he could hear both his own heartbeat and that of the horse; hell he could feel the heartbeats. The flag waved and he spurred the horse into motion. He and his opponent raced towards each other. Joey was struggling to get the lance up into the slot under his arm.
"Get it up Joey. Come on." Yugi muttered.
"He's not gonna do it." Tristain moaned. Looking down.
"You can do this Joey. Come on." Yugi looked on.
Moments before impact, Joey heaved up the lance and it struck his opponents shoulder. He also felt the impact as his opponents lance slammed into his face. Yet he managed to hold on. He didn't know how but he managed to hold on.
He had won.
---------------------------------------------------------- Me: And so ends chapter one. More characters to come soon.
Mokuba: Except me.
Me: Yes.