Me: Y'know, the sooner my English teacher recovers the better.
Mokuba: Why's that?
Me: She can scare the inspiration into me!
Mokuba: Ha ha ha ha.
Me: In fact, she can be even scarier than the lawsuit I would face if I didn't say that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or 'A Knight's Tale'
Mokuba: You didn't mention that you didn't own 'A Knight's Tale' in the last chapter you know.
Me: Yeah. I would change that but I'm too lazy.
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Chapter 12 - Of Letters
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Joey went on to the next town, and the next tournament. There, he received a double blow. Not only was Mai not attending, though he had expected that as punishment for being such a great jerk the last time they had met, but Count Seto was not attending this joust either. He and his free companies had been called to battle by the Black Prince himself, and would be away all season.
"Great. First Mai, now Kaiba!" Tristan had exclaimed upon hearing the news.
This led Joey to walk off a bit sulkily, and the others to glare at him and walk off as well, leaving him rather confused.
Time and tournaments passed. And neither Mai, nor Kaiba appeared to watch or compete. Joey eventually drew out of his foul mood over the absence of both. Without Kaiba, he was able to win the tournament and improve his skills at the same time, so he was no loss. But Mai. . .
Southern Front : The Battle of Poities
Count Seto Kaiba stood waiting as his herald rode over to him. He was very annoyed about having been sent to war in the middle of the jousting season, he swore that Prince Edward had done this on purpose.
"The results of the tournaments me liege!" the herald called as he dismounted.
He gave Kaiba a leather tube which contained bound sheets of paper. On these sheets were the results of the recent tournaments. The smile he wore slowly vanished from his face with each sheet he looked at. At the top of each sheet in the spot of Tournament Champion was the same shield, with its three black red eyed dragons.
"Pegasus," He flipped to the next sheet. "Pegasus," the next "Pegasus!" he ran through the rest. "ALL PEGASUS! ! !" He glared at his herald as he drew his dagger.
At first the herald thought Kaiba meant to run him through in his rage, but he simply whirled about and drove his dagger through the tri-dragon shield.
"Enjoy this why you can, Maxamillian Pegasus. Your days. . .are numbered."
"I wish to write a letter." Joey proclaimed.
He and his friends were sat in the stable where they usual went to talk in private. Bakura sat on a bale of hay, Tristan on a pile of sacks, Tea on a barrel, Yugi stood behind her while Joey paced the floor.
"What one?" Tristan asked, only to receive pitying glances. "What?"
Bakura sighed and drew out his quill. Since Joey had begun to win tournament after tournament they had begun to acquire much finer things. His old green coat, for instance, had been replaced with one made from fine golden thread, Tea now had finer clothes to wear, no longer forced to wear the same gear over and over. Tristan wore a smock with one of the black red- eyed dragons on the back. All Yugi had changed was that he now wore a newer cotton top and now owned a waist coat. Joey also looked much more like nobility, especially since Tea had begun to force him to bathe more than once a week.
"Begin with 'My dear Mai'." Joey mused twirling a rose in his hands. "No wait! 'My dearest Mai!'"
Bakura nodded as he began to jot it down. He looked up expectantly at Joey's now blank face.
"Now what should I say?" He asked.
"Say you miss her breasts!" Tristan called out.
"Ummm. . .Good idea. . .but how about a bit higher. . .more towards the heavens." Bakura interrupted.
"The moon at least." Tea added from her seat on the barrel.. "And to be quite frank, her breasts weren't all that impressive."
Yugi smiled and shook his head, and was taken by surprise when Tea reached back and squeezed his hand. He went red and returned the squeeze turning Tea a similar shade, but no one noticed.
"Her throat?" Joey though out loud.
"Higher still. . .Bakura sighed. Or. . .perhaps write how you feel.
Joey took a deep breath, thinking upon Tea mentioning the moon.
"Dearest Mai.
I find it hard to believe it has been but a month since last we met. I have travelled far and won many tournaments. In my travels I have seen many sunrises, and sunsets, and the new moon. But I have not seen anything of your beauty which shines above all three. Without your radiance, my victories feel as a loss. Golden trophies feel like worthless lead and food tastes like ash in my mouth.
Mai read the letter out loud in her chamber while Tristan, who had delivered it, stood by the door, remembering where each line had come from.
"What now?" Joey had asked, feeling his inspiration at a low once more.
"Well. . ." Yugi began unsteadily. "I've only ever fallen in love once," He briefly glanced down into Tea's eyes. "But it was like leaving a world of darkness and entering one of light. And leaving it would just cast me. . ."
"Your arrival in my life cast me from the shadows into the light. Yet now that you are gone, the sun's warmth does not touch my skin, and its light does not reach my eyes. I live once more in the shadows and so shall remain, for you are my sun and my light." Mai could feel a sob welling in her chest as she read on.
"I knew this girl once. I loved her y'know. . ." Tristan had begun, tears building in his eyes. "I miss her like the sun misses the flower in. . ."
"I miss you like the sun misses the flower in the dead of winter. With no beauty to direct its light to the sun grows saddened and heavy, as does my heart without you near. My heart lies in the depth of winter without the light of your beauty to warm it."
Mai sighed, starting to feel her knight's pain.
"How should we end it?" Joey asked out loud.
His friends scratched their heads and furrowed their brows in thought. Bakura lightly sucked on the end of his quill.
"Hope." Tea spoke softly.
She had, unknowingly, moved Yugi's hand to her shoulder where she continued to clasp it.
"Love should end in hope. My brother, god rest his soul, once said something I'll never forget."
"Hope guides me. It gets me through the day, and especially the night. It's what keeps me going, and lets me believe that even though you are gone from my sight, it will not be the last time I look upon your face."
"He writes as though I'd died. . ." Mai thought out loud.
"He dies as well my lady." Tristan commented, noting the tears threatening to appear in Mai's eyes.
"Finish it with.With all the love I possess." Joey had said while continuing his pacing. "Joseph."
His friends had looked up at him.
"You mean Maxamillian." Bakura voiced.
Joey's face took a downward objective. Would Mai be capable of ever loving him, if she knew he was not Sir Maxamillian Pegasus, the knight? But rather Joseph Wheeler, son of a poor man from Cheapside?
"With all the love I posses, and forever yours, the knight of your heart."
Mai let a single tear fall as she finished the letter.
"My lord hoped you'd have something to send him return. A message? Or a letter may haps? Or even a token?" Tristan asked quietly, still by the door.
Mai turned and smiled at him.
In the tournament grounds of Paris Joey was edgy. He had been so ever since Tristan had left. Would Mai reply, would she have even read his letter? Would she have allowed Tristan to leave via catapult? (Bakura hoped that was the case.) It was then that Tristan came shooting through the gates, happy and cheery and calling to them. As soon as he dismounted from his horse, Joey was up and asking him questions.
"Did you see her? Did she get my letter? Did she read it?"
"Whoa whoa calm down Joey. Yes, yes and yes."
"And. . . ?" Joey prompted.
"And. . .She's coming to Paris!"
Joey leapt in the air a bit then turned back to Tristan.
"Did she give you anything? A letter, a token maybe?"
"Well. . .Yes. . .But. . ."
Joey was a bit impatient.
"Well? C'mon, give it to me."
Tristan looked about nervously, then took Joey's head in his hands and kissed him on the lips. Joey remained shocked for a few seconds and then, while Tristan furiously wiped his mouth on his sleeve, it dawned on him.
"He just. . ." He pointed at Tristan, and his friends nodded their heads. "That means she. . .Then she must. . ."
He began to leap around happily while his friends shook their heads.
"She. . .Cause he. . ." Joey stuttered again as he bounced by them.
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Erin: Pretty good.
Mokuba: Who are you?
Erin: I'm Keyo's Yami. I'm just here cause I'm bored.
Me: Hey Erin. What do you think?
Erin: Pretty good. But shouldn't you get back to your homework?
Me: Ummm errrr. . .
Mokuba: Why's that?
Me: She can scare the inspiration into me!
Mokuba: Ha ha ha ha.
Me: In fact, she can be even scarier than the lawsuit I would face if I didn't say that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or 'A Knight's Tale'
Mokuba: You didn't mention that you didn't own 'A Knight's Tale' in the last chapter you know.
Me: Yeah. I would change that but I'm too lazy.
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Chapter 12 - Of Letters
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Joey went on to the next town, and the next tournament. There, he received a double blow. Not only was Mai not attending, though he had expected that as punishment for being such a great jerk the last time they had met, but Count Seto was not attending this joust either. He and his free companies had been called to battle by the Black Prince himself, and would be away all season.
"Great. First Mai, now Kaiba!" Tristan had exclaimed upon hearing the news.
This led Joey to walk off a bit sulkily, and the others to glare at him and walk off as well, leaving him rather confused.
Time and tournaments passed. And neither Mai, nor Kaiba appeared to watch or compete. Joey eventually drew out of his foul mood over the absence of both. Without Kaiba, he was able to win the tournament and improve his skills at the same time, so he was no loss. But Mai. . .
Southern Front : The Battle of Poities
Count Seto Kaiba stood waiting as his herald rode over to him. He was very annoyed about having been sent to war in the middle of the jousting season, he swore that Prince Edward had done this on purpose.
"The results of the tournaments me liege!" the herald called as he dismounted.
He gave Kaiba a leather tube which contained bound sheets of paper. On these sheets were the results of the recent tournaments. The smile he wore slowly vanished from his face with each sheet he looked at. At the top of each sheet in the spot of Tournament Champion was the same shield, with its three black red eyed dragons.
"Pegasus," He flipped to the next sheet. "Pegasus," the next "Pegasus!" he ran through the rest. "ALL PEGASUS! ! !" He glared at his herald as he drew his dagger.
At first the herald thought Kaiba meant to run him through in his rage, but he simply whirled about and drove his dagger through the tri-dragon shield.
"Enjoy this why you can, Maxamillian Pegasus. Your days. . .are numbered."
"I wish to write a letter." Joey proclaimed.
He and his friends were sat in the stable where they usual went to talk in private. Bakura sat on a bale of hay, Tristan on a pile of sacks, Tea on a barrel, Yugi stood behind her while Joey paced the floor.
"What one?" Tristan asked, only to receive pitying glances. "What?"
Bakura sighed and drew out his quill. Since Joey had begun to win tournament after tournament they had begun to acquire much finer things. His old green coat, for instance, had been replaced with one made from fine golden thread, Tea now had finer clothes to wear, no longer forced to wear the same gear over and over. Tristan wore a smock with one of the black red- eyed dragons on the back. All Yugi had changed was that he now wore a newer cotton top and now owned a waist coat. Joey also looked much more like nobility, especially since Tea had begun to force him to bathe more than once a week.
"Begin with 'My dear Mai'." Joey mused twirling a rose in his hands. "No wait! 'My dearest Mai!'"
Bakura nodded as he began to jot it down. He looked up expectantly at Joey's now blank face.
"Now what should I say?" He asked.
"Say you miss her breasts!" Tristan called out.
"Ummm. . .Good idea. . .but how about a bit higher. . .more towards the heavens." Bakura interrupted.
"The moon at least." Tea added from her seat on the barrel.. "And to be quite frank, her breasts weren't all that impressive."
Yugi smiled and shook his head, and was taken by surprise when Tea reached back and squeezed his hand. He went red and returned the squeeze turning Tea a similar shade, but no one noticed.
"Her throat?" Joey though out loud.
"Higher still. . .Bakura sighed. Or. . .perhaps write how you feel.
Joey took a deep breath, thinking upon Tea mentioning the moon.
"Dearest Mai.
I find it hard to believe it has been but a month since last we met. I have travelled far and won many tournaments. In my travels I have seen many sunrises, and sunsets, and the new moon. But I have not seen anything of your beauty which shines above all three. Without your radiance, my victories feel as a loss. Golden trophies feel like worthless lead and food tastes like ash in my mouth.
Mai read the letter out loud in her chamber while Tristan, who had delivered it, stood by the door, remembering where each line had come from.
"What now?" Joey had asked, feeling his inspiration at a low once more.
"Well. . ." Yugi began unsteadily. "I've only ever fallen in love once," He briefly glanced down into Tea's eyes. "But it was like leaving a world of darkness and entering one of light. And leaving it would just cast me. . ."
"Your arrival in my life cast me from the shadows into the light. Yet now that you are gone, the sun's warmth does not touch my skin, and its light does not reach my eyes. I live once more in the shadows and so shall remain, for you are my sun and my light." Mai could feel a sob welling in her chest as she read on.
"I knew this girl once. I loved her y'know. . ." Tristan had begun, tears building in his eyes. "I miss her like the sun misses the flower in. . ."
"I miss you like the sun misses the flower in the dead of winter. With no beauty to direct its light to the sun grows saddened and heavy, as does my heart without you near. My heart lies in the depth of winter without the light of your beauty to warm it."
Mai sighed, starting to feel her knight's pain.
"How should we end it?" Joey asked out loud.
His friends scratched their heads and furrowed their brows in thought. Bakura lightly sucked on the end of his quill.
"Hope." Tea spoke softly.
She had, unknowingly, moved Yugi's hand to her shoulder where she continued to clasp it.
"Love should end in hope. My brother, god rest his soul, once said something I'll never forget."
"Hope guides me. It gets me through the day, and especially the night. It's what keeps me going, and lets me believe that even though you are gone from my sight, it will not be the last time I look upon your face."
"He writes as though I'd died. . ." Mai thought out loud.
"He dies as well my lady." Tristan commented, noting the tears threatening to appear in Mai's eyes.
"Finish it with.With all the love I possess." Joey had said while continuing his pacing. "Joseph."
His friends had looked up at him.
"You mean Maxamillian." Bakura voiced.
Joey's face took a downward objective. Would Mai be capable of ever loving him, if she knew he was not Sir Maxamillian Pegasus, the knight? But rather Joseph Wheeler, son of a poor man from Cheapside?
"With all the love I posses, and forever yours, the knight of your heart."
Mai let a single tear fall as she finished the letter.
"My lord hoped you'd have something to send him return. A message? Or a letter may haps? Or even a token?" Tristan asked quietly, still by the door.
Mai turned and smiled at him.
In the tournament grounds of Paris Joey was edgy. He had been so ever since Tristan had left. Would Mai reply, would she have even read his letter? Would she have allowed Tristan to leave via catapult? (Bakura hoped that was the case.) It was then that Tristan came shooting through the gates, happy and cheery and calling to them. As soon as he dismounted from his horse, Joey was up and asking him questions.
"Did you see her? Did she get my letter? Did she read it?"
"Whoa whoa calm down Joey. Yes, yes and yes."
"And. . . ?" Joey prompted.
"And. . .She's coming to Paris!"
Joey leapt in the air a bit then turned back to Tristan.
"Did she give you anything? A letter, a token maybe?"
"Well. . .Yes. . .But. . ."
Joey was a bit impatient.
"Well? C'mon, give it to me."
Tristan looked about nervously, then took Joey's head in his hands and kissed him on the lips. Joey remained shocked for a few seconds and then, while Tristan furiously wiped his mouth on his sleeve, it dawned on him.
"He just. . ." He pointed at Tristan, and his friends nodded their heads. "That means she. . .Then she must. . ."
He began to leap around happily while his friends shook their heads.
"She. . .Cause he. . ." Joey stuttered again as he bounced by them.
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Erin: Pretty good.
Mokuba: Who are you?
Erin: I'm Keyo's Yami. I'm just here cause I'm bored.
Me: Hey Erin. What do you think?
Erin: Pretty good. But shouldn't you get back to your homework?
Me: Ummm errrr. . .
