Another Fraud, Another Fake Chapter I

"The Witch wins in a cruel display of power."

"Another win for the Queen Of Thorns, The Witch."

"Opponent left in critical condition after Black Rose."

"Black Rose Witch relentless and uncaring."

"Another dead by her hand."

Aki Izayoi was the Black Rose Witch. Undefeated as of yet. Again and again, duels were concluded. Each time the result was the same. The opponent was left broken, either a shadow of their former selves or simply comatose. But why should she care? THEY were the ones who challenged her.

"Challenger is not rising..."

"Rose Witch's latest victim..."

"Death. Again."

She withdrew her duel disk, carefully placing her deck back into her coat. This was but another victory for the legendary witch. Another easy victory. Her mask did its job: hiding all of her emotion. She turned away from the crumbled figure on the ground, and nonchalantly announced:

"You see THIS?" Aki pointed to the immobile man on the floor. "THIS is what happens when you dare challenge me. I have power you cannot even begin to comprehend!"

The audience of other not-so-eager duelists were silent. They mourned their fallen comrade. Who was he, another nobody? Yeah. But every time, their reaction was the same. Shock, horror, and fear. No respect, just fear over what she might do to them. Let them live like that, she thought. Let them tremble at her name, let them freeze at the thought of her. They shunned her. Society. She was an outcast. She didn't give a fuck what they thought. Or what happened to them.

"Let them die."

With that, she walked away, back to Divine and the rest of Arcadia. Black Rose's petals enveloped her, and no one saw her leave. She merely disappeared.

"Well done, Aki. Well done." Divine applauded her, praised her, and was proud of her. He was her reason. Her reason to live. Her reason to fight. Her reason to end others' lives. She adored him.

"Hmph." Aki muttered. She was secretly glad, but thankfully she still had her mask on. It shrouded her smirk that she had reluctantly let spread across her face.

"Psychic, remember? I CAN feel your emotion. You deserve to be proud of yourself. You did well." Divine chided.

Aki was relatively pissed off with that, and she didn't care if he could see it or not. She shoved him out of the way, angered at the fact he of all people could sense her emotion so easily. She approached her private room. Her sanctuary. Divine, being a stubborn idiot, was still following her despite the fact he could read her thoughts at any given time. At the moment all of her thoughts were "Piss off you intrusive prick!" or "Fuck yourself, stalker."

"You can pretend you don't care, but I know you need my praise! Otherwise... Well, where would you be without me?" Thankfully Divine took the hint, and stopped outside the door.

"Aaargh!" Aki slammed the door with her power in rage. She was pissed off. She approached her mirror gingerly, and gently removed her mask, showing her face. She couldn't stand to look at herself. She screamed, breaking the mirror and the windows in her sheer outburst of power. She was just like everyone else in terms of looks, someone that would be accepted. But she had these powers. These psychic-fucking-powers.

"Why?! Why am I cursed with this... this affliction!"

"Because you're special, Aki. You have potential." Divine had reapproached the door after feeling the raw strength of the psychic blast.

"...Divine. I don't want to be special. I want to be like everyone else. I want to have a normal family, I want to grow up with them and I want to help them and for them to help me. I want friends."

"Oh how dear, Aki. We are your family, we are your friends. We are all you'll ever need."

"I refuse to believe that. I feel empty. I feel hollow. Something... Something is missing."