Memo to Self: Cut Back on the Caffeine
Chapter One
This is not a hallucination. *pinch*
Type-ity-type-type went the keys on my keyboard as I wrote the beginning to yet another oen of the bizzare fanfics that seemed to be flooding my brainwaves lately.
"You've been writing too many fanfics," a voice observed.
I jumped at my computer and whirled around. To put it in layman's terms, I was quite shocked/surprised/weirded-out by the fact that one Mr. Pegasus J Crawford was sitting on my bed.
"Buwa?" I gaped. This was not supposed to happen. Characters in anime that you write fanfics about are NOT supposed to show up in your bedroom at three in the morning.
"You look very much like a fish out of water at the moment," he observed.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "This is what I get for being up too late. Hallucinations again. Like the time I swear Johnny Depp made me toast."
"Actually, I'm quite real." Pegasus seemed to be getting some weird kick out of the fact that I was trying to hold my lingering sanity together. He tilted his head to the side, allowing the silver hair to move out of his face and the Sennen Eye to come into view.
"Gods, that thing is freaky." I commented, then caught myself. I shook my head. "What am I doing? You're not real. This is some sort of wongo hallucination."
"As I've said, Melody, I am quite real." Pegasus was still all-too amused by the situation.
I, Melody Jung, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maybe the age-old 'If I can't see you, you're not there' would actually work for once. "Why are you here?"
"There's been a general concensus among us all," Pegasus said. I opened my eyes and peered at him, slightly peeved. If he was going to continue talking, I wanted to watch him. So that he didn't try any freaky-deaky tricks with that Sennen Eye of his.
"About what?" I asked, both suspicious and curious. "And who's us?"
"Yuugi-boy, Kaiba-boy, Jounouchi, Bakura, Mai, a few others and myself," Pegasus said, pulling his legs up and settling in the Lotus position on my comfortor. "And it's about your fanfics."
"What about my fanfics?" Instantly, I was defensive. "I mean, it's not like I've ever posted some of them."
"Aah, but they still live on your harddrive and in your mind." Pegasus tapped the Sennen Eye. "And believe me, you have a rather warped imagination."
"Hey, the Bakura slash Mokuba one was strictly experimental," I said. "And besides, I was dared to do it."
"No matter," Pegasus waved that off. "However, there is a slight punishment in store for you."
"A punishment?" Instantly, the eyebrows went up and the suspicion grew. "Not a punishment game, right?"
"Oh, of course not." Pegasus laughed slightly. His face then became serious. "Your punishment is to enter our world - "
"That doesn't seem like a punishment," I interjected, a feeling of amusement surfacing in my mind.
Pegasus's rather freaky grin was back. "You can choose what to look like, what your name is and everything like that - you cannot have a Sennen Item though. Quite a few people have wanted those - "
"You mean I'm not the only one being punished?" I interjected.
"Jesus, no!" Pegasus laughed at that. "Many different fanfic authors are being punished this way."
"Oh." Seemed about the only thing that I could think of to say.
"And I will be you guide-like person during your stay." Pegasus added. "So, any preference on your looks, name or anything? Oh, and what time period would you like to be dropped into?"
"Duellist's Kingdom," was my prompt response for that question. If I was going to enter the word of Yuugiou, I would be entering it damn near the beginning, thank you very much. As for everything else? I glanced over at the mirror and studied my reflection. After seeing the same blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes for sixteen years, I was pretty used to it. "I'll keep the way I look."
"Most people opt for different looks," Pegasus replied.
I shrugged. "I'm not most people."
"Do you have a name picked out, or would you like to keep Melody?" Was the next question.
"Eh, sure, I'll keep my name." I shrugged. Then an idea occured to me. "But I'll be damned if you let me go in there with only my current knowledge of Japanese. I demand to be fluent."
"Of course," Pegasus replied. "Now, are you ready to go?"
"Sure." I said, leaning back in my chair.
There was a blinding flash of light and a feeling of intense "Ooooh, sheeeet" as my room vanished.
When I could see again, I found myself on the stairs of a castle, wearing so not the clothes I had been before. There was a black skirt, knee-high black boots, a red tank top and a long, black leather duster upon my body. Sure, they were all clothes that were found in my closet, but I had never worn that certain combination before.
I gaped down at my body. "I look like a hooker!"
"No you don't," Pegasus said. I whirled around to see him beside me, holding out a glove. He grabbed my hand and shoved the glove onto it before I had time to react. "Now, you're all set."
"Buwa?" I merely stared at the silver-haired loon.
"There, go." He beamed. "Have fun, duel some people."
"But I don't duel," I said, looking down at the glove that Pegasus had shoved over my hand.
"Nonesense," Pegasus proclaimed, eyeing the purse draped over my shoulder. "I know for a fact that you have a very good deck."
I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean I know how to duel," I said. "I have no head for the rules. The just go whoosh!" I raised my hand and skimmed it over my head.
"No matter, you can still duel people." Now, he had draped an arm around my shoulder and was leading me down the stairs.
"Uhh . . . how about no?"
"Oh, it'll be fun!" The scary grin was back.
"No, it won't." I scowled back at Pegasus. "I'll lose. And I don't have fun at games where I lose."
"So strategize," was the reply as we reached the bottom of the stairs. Pegasus gesticulated at the rest of the island. "There are plenty of duellists here. I'm fairly sure you can beat one."
"Strategize?" I snorted. "I can't strategize my way out of a paper bag."
"That is not true." Pegasus contradicted. He let his arm drop from my shoulders and then gave me a small push. "Go, duel."
"But - "
"You're not allowed back into the castle until you've had two duels. I don't care if you win or lose. If you win, I advise you to keep going." Pegasus called back as he began to walk back up the stairs to his castle.
"I really don't like you at the moment." I folded my arms and glared.
Pegasus stopped and turned back. He brushed his hair out of the way and tapped the Sennen Eye embedded in his skull. "I know."
Childishly, I stuck my tongue out at him as he turned around again.
"Have fun on your duels!" Those were his last words as he entered the castle. The main door swinging shut behind him sounded louder than it should have been.
I made a sound half-way between a grumble and a sigh as I looked down at the two shiny gold starchips embedded into the metal bracelet part of the glove. Next, I eyed my purse. After a moment of that, I dug out my duelling deck. While thing thing had barely been useful in school, maybe it could be of some use now.
With that semi-optimistic thought in my head, I set off in the direction of somewhere - heading away from the castle. I pondered the thought of sneaking in through one of the backways.
"Oh, wait." I muttered sarcastically to myself. "He's probably listening in on my thoughts again."
I sighed and continued along my chosen path, brightening a bit. After all, it was only a matter of time before I would run into other duellists.
Chapter One
This is not a hallucination. *pinch*
Type-ity-type-type went the keys on my keyboard as I wrote the beginning to yet another oen of the bizzare fanfics that seemed to be flooding my brainwaves lately.
"You've been writing too many fanfics," a voice observed.
I jumped at my computer and whirled around. To put it in layman's terms, I was quite shocked/surprised/weirded-out by the fact that one Mr. Pegasus J Crawford was sitting on my bed.
"Buwa?" I gaped. This was not supposed to happen. Characters in anime that you write fanfics about are NOT supposed to show up in your bedroom at three in the morning.
"You look very much like a fish out of water at the moment," he observed.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "This is what I get for being up too late. Hallucinations again. Like the time I swear Johnny Depp made me toast."
"Actually, I'm quite real." Pegasus seemed to be getting some weird kick out of the fact that I was trying to hold my lingering sanity together. He tilted his head to the side, allowing the silver hair to move out of his face and the Sennen Eye to come into view.
"Gods, that thing is freaky." I commented, then caught myself. I shook my head. "What am I doing? You're not real. This is some sort of wongo hallucination."
"As I've said, Melody, I am quite real." Pegasus was still all-too amused by the situation.
I, Melody Jung, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Maybe the age-old 'If I can't see you, you're not there' would actually work for once. "Why are you here?"
"There's been a general concensus among us all," Pegasus said. I opened my eyes and peered at him, slightly peeved. If he was going to continue talking, I wanted to watch him. So that he didn't try any freaky-deaky tricks with that Sennen Eye of his.
"About what?" I asked, both suspicious and curious. "And who's us?"
"Yuugi-boy, Kaiba-boy, Jounouchi, Bakura, Mai, a few others and myself," Pegasus said, pulling his legs up and settling in the Lotus position on my comfortor. "And it's about your fanfics."
"What about my fanfics?" Instantly, I was defensive. "I mean, it's not like I've ever posted some of them."
"Aah, but they still live on your harddrive and in your mind." Pegasus tapped the Sennen Eye. "And believe me, you have a rather warped imagination."
"Hey, the Bakura slash Mokuba one was strictly experimental," I said. "And besides, I was dared to do it."
"No matter," Pegasus waved that off. "However, there is a slight punishment in store for you."
"A punishment?" Instantly, the eyebrows went up and the suspicion grew. "Not a punishment game, right?"
"Oh, of course not." Pegasus laughed slightly. His face then became serious. "Your punishment is to enter our world - "
"That doesn't seem like a punishment," I interjected, a feeling of amusement surfacing in my mind.
Pegasus's rather freaky grin was back. "You can choose what to look like, what your name is and everything like that - you cannot have a Sennen Item though. Quite a few people have wanted those - "
"You mean I'm not the only one being punished?" I interjected.
"Jesus, no!" Pegasus laughed at that. "Many different fanfic authors are being punished this way."
"Oh." Seemed about the only thing that I could think of to say.
"And I will be you guide-like person during your stay." Pegasus added. "So, any preference on your looks, name or anything? Oh, and what time period would you like to be dropped into?"
"Duellist's Kingdom," was my prompt response for that question. If I was going to enter the word of Yuugiou, I would be entering it damn near the beginning, thank you very much. As for everything else? I glanced over at the mirror and studied my reflection. After seeing the same blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes for sixteen years, I was pretty used to it. "I'll keep the way I look."
"Most people opt for different looks," Pegasus replied.
I shrugged. "I'm not most people."
"Do you have a name picked out, or would you like to keep Melody?" Was the next question.
"Eh, sure, I'll keep my name." I shrugged. Then an idea occured to me. "But I'll be damned if you let me go in there with only my current knowledge of Japanese. I demand to be fluent."
"Of course," Pegasus replied. "Now, are you ready to go?"
"Sure." I said, leaning back in my chair.
There was a blinding flash of light and a feeling of intense "Ooooh, sheeeet" as my room vanished.
When I could see again, I found myself on the stairs of a castle, wearing so not the clothes I had been before. There was a black skirt, knee-high black boots, a red tank top and a long, black leather duster upon my body. Sure, they were all clothes that were found in my closet, but I had never worn that certain combination before.
I gaped down at my body. "I look like a hooker!"
"No you don't," Pegasus said. I whirled around to see him beside me, holding out a glove. He grabbed my hand and shoved the glove onto it before I had time to react. "Now, you're all set."
"Buwa?" I merely stared at the silver-haired loon.
"There, go." He beamed. "Have fun, duel some people."
"But I don't duel," I said, looking down at the glove that Pegasus had shoved over my hand.
"Nonesense," Pegasus proclaimed, eyeing the purse draped over my shoulder. "I know for a fact that you have a very good deck."
I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean I know how to duel," I said. "I have no head for the rules. The just go whoosh!" I raised my hand and skimmed it over my head.
"No matter, you can still duel people." Now, he had draped an arm around my shoulder and was leading me down the stairs.
"Uhh . . . how about no?"
"Oh, it'll be fun!" The scary grin was back.
"No, it won't." I scowled back at Pegasus. "I'll lose. And I don't have fun at games where I lose."
"So strategize," was the reply as we reached the bottom of the stairs. Pegasus gesticulated at the rest of the island. "There are plenty of duellists here. I'm fairly sure you can beat one."
"Strategize?" I snorted. "I can't strategize my way out of a paper bag."
"That is not true." Pegasus contradicted. He let his arm drop from my shoulders and then gave me a small push. "Go, duel."
"But - "
"You're not allowed back into the castle until you've had two duels. I don't care if you win or lose. If you win, I advise you to keep going." Pegasus called back as he began to walk back up the stairs to his castle.
"I really don't like you at the moment." I folded my arms and glared.
Pegasus stopped and turned back. He brushed his hair out of the way and tapped the Sennen Eye embedded in his skull. "I know."
Childishly, I stuck my tongue out at him as he turned around again.
"Have fun on your duels!" Those were his last words as he entered the castle. The main door swinging shut behind him sounded louder than it should have been.
I made a sound half-way between a grumble and a sigh as I looked down at the two shiny gold starchips embedded into the metal bracelet part of the glove. Next, I eyed my purse. After a moment of that, I dug out my duelling deck. While thing thing had barely been useful in school, maybe it could be of some use now.
With that semi-optimistic thought in my head, I set off in the direction of somewhere - heading away from the castle. I pondered the thought of sneaking in through one of the backways.
"Oh, wait." I muttered sarcastically to myself. "He's probably listening in on my thoughts again."
I sighed and continued along my chosen path, brightening a bit. After all, it was only a matter of time before I would run into other duellists.