Speaking Their Mind.
Yugi lay in bed sound asleep, and content. If he had been awake he would have noticed that his deck seemed to be glowing, well, not actually his deck, but one particular card.
The Dark Magician popped out of the deck and glared at the sleeping form. His eyes softened slightly when he realized it was Yugi and then he glared some more and tapped at the puzzle that Yugi clutched in his sleep. He heard a bemused grumbling and tapped at it again.
This time he was sure he heard a snore. Tapping his foot impatiently, he whacked the puzzle with his staff, narrowly missing the sleeping Yugi, and had the satisfaction of hearing a growl. Yugi's form shifted and in bed there was now a slightly taller youth with four golden spikes going through the already spiked up mess he called hair.
He glared at his surroundings and then saw the Dark Magician and his eyes widen. He opened his mouth to speak but was hit with the staff.
"Don't talk!" Yami glared at him but stayed silent. "I have a bone to pick with you. Everyone knows I'm your favourite card right?" Yami nodded. "Well than, why do you use me as bait!?" Yami stared at him not understanding.
"Fine, let me put it this way and maybe you will understand." He took a deep breath, "Everyone knows I'm your favourite card and therefore when you put me into play I become a target and you use me to your advantage. I mean, I am the most powerful spellcaster and yet you treat me like a pathetic trap card!"
Yami again tried to speak and tell him trap cards were not pathetic, but he got hit yet again. He was starting to see little sphinxes going around his head.
"I'm not done! I also want to ask why you don't refer to me as something special, just you're favourite. You make it sound like I'm just a lap dog. I mean, when you summon the Dragon Champion Gaia, you make him sound all special, when it's actually two cards. Two!! I'm only one and still kick more ass than they do!"
Yami wisely refrained from speaking although he was sorely tempted to tell him that he didn't kick anything, just uses magic.
"Furthermore, with those magical hats of yours and that box thingy, you make it seem like all I can do is cheap tricks. I'm powerful and I'm fed up with the other cards looking at me like I have a little golden collar on me!!"
He whacked Yami again, quite hard and than disappeared into the deck. Yami held his smarting head and glared at the cards.
"Fine! Next time I put you into play I'm going to make sure you're the one that gets hit." He thought for a minute. "Maybe Joey wants a Dark Magician." Just as he was grinning he got hit again, only this time a loud clang was heard. He turned and saw the Celtic Guardian with a sword raised above his head.
"Master." he spoke quietly. "We need to talk.." Yami gulped as the sword was brought under his chin. "I seem to have this understanding that you never let me have any fun in fights. Every time I'm brought into play I either die immediately or I get one lousy hit and then I'm destroyed. It's no fair and as an elf, my pride demands that I should fight.."
Yami groaned, would he ever get any sleep. Another whack on the head with a sword told him no and deep inside him in his soul room, Yugi rested peacefully.
Yugi lay in bed sound asleep, and content. If he had been awake he would have noticed that his deck seemed to be glowing, well, not actually his deck, but one particular card.
The Dark Magician popped out of the deck and glared at the sleeping form. His eyes softened slightly when he realized it was Yugi and then he glared some more and tapped at the puzzle that Yugi clutched in his sleep. He heard a bemused grumbling and tapped at it again.
This time he was sure he heard a snore. Tapping his foot impatiently, he whacked the puzzle with his staff, narrowly missing the sleeping Yugi, and had the satisfaction of hearing a growl. Yugi's form shifted and in bed there was now a slightly taller youth with four golden spikes going through the already spiked up mess he called hair.
He glared at his surroundings and then saw the Dark Magician and his eyes widen. He opened his mouth to speak but was hit with the staff.
"Don't talk!" Yami glared at him but stayed silent. "I have a bone to pick with you. Everyone knows I'm your favourite card right?" Yami nodded. "Well than, why do you use me as bait!?" Yami stared at him not understanding.
"Fine, let me put it this way and maybe you will understand." He took a deep breath, "Everyone knows I'm your favourite card and therefore when you put me into play I become a target and you use me to your advantage. I mean, I am the most powerful spellcaster and yet you treat me like a pathetic trap card!"
Yami again tried to speak and tell him trap cards were not pathetic, but he got hit yet again. He was starting to see little sphinxes going around his head.
"I'm not done! I also want to ask why you don't refer to me as something special, just you're favourite. You make it sound like I'm just a lap dog. I mean, when you summon the Dragon Champion Gaia, you make him sound all special, when it's actually two cards. Two!! I'm only one and still kick more ass than they do!"
Yami wisely refrained from speaking although he was sorely tempted to tell him that he didn't kick anything, just uses magic.
"Furthermore, with those magical hats of yours and that box thingy, you make it seem like all I can do is cheap tricks. I'm powerful and I'm fed up with the other cards looking at me like I have a little golden collar on me!!"
He whacked Yami again, quite hard and than disappeared into the deck. Yami held his smarting head and glared at the cards.
"Fine! Next time I put you into play I'm going to make sure you're the one that gets hit." He thought for a minute. "Maybe Joey wants a Dark Magician." Just as he was grinning he got hit again, only this time a loud clang was heard. He turned and saw the Celtic Guardian with a sword raised above his head.
"Master." he spoke quietly. "We need to talk.." Yami gulped as the sword was brought under his chin. "I seem to have this understanding that you never let me have any fun in fights. Every time I'm brought into play I either die immediately or I get one lousy hit and then I'm destroyed. It's no fair and as an elf, my pride demands that I should fight.."
Yami groaned, would he ever get any sleep. Another whack on the head with a sword told him no and deep inside him in his soul room, Yugi rested peacefully.