Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Yu-Gi-Oh. Excuse me while I go sob.
Hi! I'm Celano; author and worshipper of Yugi! I'm thrilled to finally come up with a story for Yu-Gi-Oh. This is going to be strange in some places, because I'm only so far into the Anime series, but I really hope you like it and review it. Please?
TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~THE~GODDESS~MA-AT
She laid in the chamber, absolutely dulled. The reaches of her mind were blank. Nothing could wake her. Truth and Justice she provided, but the real truth was this; being a goddess was no easy thing. Sure, you're Immortal, with control over many things, and yes, you were revered in the ancient times and maybe people have died in your name, but to what?
Ma-at chewed on her tongue. She couldn't believe what she had let herself become: a watcher. For centuries she had been forgotten. That was a few centuries too many to be a watcher. She had to do something, lest she go mad. A mad god was not a pretty sight.
"Madness. What a joke." Ma-at growled, "I'll- I'll find a quest! A quest fit for a goddess. Why not? There is plenty of justice to be served, and lies to dispel."
She promised that she would look into The Divination Globe no more, but . . . this was important. She traced the glassy surface with her finger. "Show me . . . a troubled soul. A man in need so badly, he can only be helped by a deity."
The Globe rippled like water at the words Ma-at spoke. Images flickered, then focused. A young man appeared, about sixteen, with strangely spiked hair and sad violet eyes. He was staring out a window with rain dripping down it. Ma-at inhaled sharply, "Enhance." She ordered, circling the boy's face.
Ma-at chuckled, "You? Are you? The eyes. . . the face. . . Yami? Our little boy king? Pharaoh Yami! Sobex!"
The Alligator headed God appeared, "You bellowed, Ma-at?"
"Sobex, did you read in this Pharaoh's destiny a second life for our little boy king?"
"Our boy king, or the mortals' boy king?"
"Ours. Yami."
"Yes, but it should be over by now, the destiny was fulfilled."
"O' God of Pharaohs, you are wrong. He stays in his vessel."
"Improbable."
"It is so."
". . . Maybe, Ma-at, he still yearns to learn of his past, or doesn't wish to leave because of loved ones."
" Then I shall teach him his past, and he may stay with his beloveds."
"Ra will never agree to that."
"Who says my father is going to know?"
"He'll be bound to find out you're missing sooner or later."
"You can stall him, Sobex."
"Me?!"
"Yes, you."
"Why?"
"Because I told you to. Now help me pick out nice twenty-first century clothes."
Sobex scratched his snout, "Jeans, and a shirt that is colorful. Perhaps a jacket."
Ma-at generated a mirror. She looked about twenty-seven. She changed that top a youthful sixteen. Ma-at braided her black hair, and changed her traditional Egyptian outfit to a red tank-top, a pair of faded blue jeans, a pair of black tennis-shoes, and a black leather jacket to top it off. She pursed her lips, "What am I missing?"
Sobex approached her, and placed a black velvet choker on her, and a pair of reflective sunglasses. He also put a silver ring on both of her pinkies. "And a backpack." A black leather backpack appeared on Ma-at's back, "That has water, some chocolate, a scroll of Yami's life, and an extra change of clothes. Also your wallet."
"I'm. . . ready?" Ma-at said cautiously.
"Just remember, that when you go down to the Mortal plain, you will be mortal. You will feel pain. You will have your powers, thank Isis." Sobex said.
"I'll see you soon." Ma-at smiled.
Sobex nodded as Ma-at disappeared, "I may be younger than her, but I'm a lot wiser."
TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~THE~GODDESS~MA-AT
It's time for. . .
PARDON THE PARODY!!
________________________________________________________
The Globe rippled like water at the words Ma-at spoke. Images flickered, then focused. Then The Globe emitted a horrible sound.
"Oh Sweet mother of Horus!" Ma-at practically fell over in confusion.
"This now concludes this emergency broadcast system. If this was a real emergency, that tone would have been followed by information concerning the emergency." The Globe said in a nasal whine.
"Stupid thing!" Ma-at whacked The Globe, "I'll never get to watch my sitcoms at this rate!"
Hi! I'm Celano; author and worshipper of Yugi! I'm thrilled to finally come up with a story for Yu-Gi-Oh. This is going to be strange in some places, because I'm only so far into the Anime series, but I really hope you like it and review it. Please?
TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~THE~GODDESS~MA-AT
She laid in the chamber, absolutely dulled. The reaches of her mind were blank. Nothing could wake her. Truth and Justice she provided, but the real truth was this; being a goddess was no easy thing. Sure, you're Immortal, with control over many things, and yes, you were revered in the ancient times and maybe people have died in your name, but to what?
Ma-at chewed on her tongue. She couldn't believe what she had let herself become: a watcher. For centuries she had been forgotten. That was a few centuries too many to be a watcher. She had to do something, lest she go mad. A mad god was not a pretty sight.
"Madness. What a joke." Ma-at growled, "I'll- I'll find a quest! A quest fit for a goddess. Why not? There is plenty of justice to be served, and lies to dispel."
She promised that she would look into The Divination Globe no more, but . . . this was important. She traced the glassy surface with her finger. "Show me . . . a troubled soul. A man in need so badly, he can only be helped by a deity."
The Globe rippled like water at the words Ma-at spoke. Images flickered, then focused. A young man appeared, about sixteen, with strangely spiked hair and sad violet eyes. He was staring out a window with rain dripping down it. Ma-at inhaled sharply, "Enhance." She ordered, circling the boy's face.
Ma-at chuckled, "You? Are you? The eyes. . . the face. . . Yami? Our little boy king? Pharaoh Yami! Sobex!"
The Alligator headed God appeared, "You bellowed, Ma-at?"
"Sobex, did you read in this Pharaoh's destiny a second life for our little boy king?"
"Our boy king, or the mortals' boy king?"
"Ours. Yami."
"Yes, but it should be over by now, the destiny was fulfilled."
"O' God of Pharaohs, you are wrong. He stays in his vessel."
"Improbable."
"It is so."
". . . Maybe, Ma-at, he still yearns to learn of his past, or doesn't wish to leave because of loved ones."
" Then I shall teach him his past, and he may stay with his beloveds."
"Ra will never agree to that."
"Who says my father is going to know?"
"He'll be bound to find out you're missing sooner or later."
"You can stall him, Sobex."
"Me?!"
"Yes, you."
"Why?"
"Because I told you to. Now help me pick out nice twenty-first century clothes."
Sobex scratched his snout, "Jeans, and a shirt that is colorful. Perhaps a jacket."
Ma-at generated a mirror. She looked about twenty-seven. She changed that top a youthful sixteen. Ma-at braided her black hair, and changed her traditional Egyptian outfit to a red tank-top, a pair of faded blue jeans, a pair of black tennis-shoes, and a black leather jacket to top it off. She pursed her lips, "What am I missing?"
Sobex approached her, and placed a black velvet choker on her, and a pair of reflective sunglasses. He also put a silver ring on both of her pinkies. "And a backpack." A black leather backpack appeared on Ma-at's back, "That has water, some chocolate, a scroll of Yami's life, and an extra change of clothes. Also your wallet."
"I'm. . . ready?" Ma-at said cautiously.
"Just remember, that when you go down to the Mortal plain, you will be mortal. You will feel pain. You will have your powers, thank Isis." Sobex said.
"I'll see you soon." Ma-at smiled.
Sobex nodded as Ma-at disappeared, "I may be younger than her, but I'm a lot wiser."
TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~JUSTICE~TRUTH~THE~GODDESS~MA-AT
It's time for. . .
PARDON THE PARODY!!
________________________________________________________
The Globe rippled like water at the words Ma-at spoke. Images flickered, then focused. Then The Globe emitted a horrible sound.
"Oh Sweet mother of Horus!" Ma-at practically fell over in confusion.
"This now concludes this emergency broadcast system. If this was a real emergency, that tone would have been followed by information concerning the emergency." The Globe said in a nasal whine.
"Stupid thing!" Ma-at whacked The Globe, "I'll never get to watch my sitcoms at this rate!"