Yu-Gi-Oh! owned by Kazuki Takahashi and KONAMI

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata


Yu-Gi-Oh! (Duel Monsters):
Dark Magician Girl, Alice

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'Copy-Catfight'


On the other side of the coin, how can we forget our lovable heroine and her little helper.

"Did Master get lost again… Maybe I should have brought along one of those baby safety while I was at the local shop. That way, he won't stray off too far."

"….. I see. So the level of intelligence does not normally corresponde to the level of stars each Monster possess, huh? So I wonder me being Level 3 means I'm smarter than that Level 6 b*tch. Tch."

Dark Magician Alice and Magician of Faith could be found in one corner of the Graveyard. Based on how casual their conversation was, without any sense of Battle Tendency, Phantom Blood Urges, or even so much as a Stardust Crusade – it means they were enjoying a moment of piece and quiet.

No Zombie Apocalypse on this side of the world.

"Seriously, where did Master run off to? I really want him to take me home, tell his mother that I followed him, and hear that he wants to keep me… Kyaaa! I can't wait to take part in the all-await shower scene and share the same warm bed with Master! Eeeeeeeh!"

"Shout and yap all your want in being an obsessed fan-girl, blondie. The second he comes back, I'll repay my debt by punching his face in and I'll go back home to my library that you ruined… Tch. Honestly, what possessed me to follow you idiots."

"…. My name is Alice. It's not Blondie, little one."

"And it's Faith to you, Blond—GUUUKKGGG!?"

Before Magician of Faith knew it…. Dark Magician Girl… was strangling her!?

"Wh-what are you—"

"Let me hear your squeal, b*tch."

Magician of Faith ended up being slammed into the ground, a foot covered in a magician's boot stomping on her stomach, knocking the wind out of the Level 3 Spellcaster.

"Geeehkk – Wh-what?"

"I'm fed up with your yapping, sh*tty brat? So turn into the dust under my feet."

"Y-you… I-I'll kill you."

"Haaaaaaaanh? What was that, flat chest? I can't hear you from all of your gurgling… also, it's difficult to listen to you clearly with my heavy chest bouncing around with lovely sounds."

"YOU F**KING B****************TCH!"

Magician of Faith reached for her fallen staff, clutching it, and aimed to fire a magical blast. A bolt of hot boiling energy leapt from her magic weapon and it dove straight for Dark Magician Girl's face.

"Strike – Out."

"Wh-what? I-impossible!"

"Didn't you do your homework like Master told you… You're power is 300 points…"

Dark Magician Girl (?) caught the bolt of hot energy in her hand… and squashed it under her fingers as if it were a tomato, splatting its remains all over Magician of Faith as if blood. A warm up for the real show.

And the Level 6 Spellcaster whipped out her scepter, flaring up a large black sphere of magical energy the size of certain Beetle-Car.

"How do you like me now. Maybe if you beg and offer me your body, I might consider—"

"Excuse me Miss Imposter, please get your dirty foot off of that child."

"Heh?"

*WHAM!*

"…. Aaaaaaahh… M...my preciouuuuuuuussssss!"

… Confused? So is this narrator. So let's rewind.

Dark Magician Girl suddenly and savagely attacked Magician of Faith, making it a complete one-sided massacre. Just as she as about to deal the finishing blow—

"Atemi."

"GUWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

—Dark Magician Girl drop-kicked Dark Magician Girl (?) in the crotch.

"YOU B*****************TCH – UWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

"… Take off that mask, heathen."

The… 'bad girl' Dark Magician Girl keeled over, shrived up even harder than a shrimp out of water, crying her guts out while holding her center.

And then it happened.

"… OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! YOU'RE A GUY!"

"N-NOOOO, LITTLE ONE! IT'S COPYCAT! CAN'T YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE!?"

Magician of Faith watched in horror at the quivering Dark Magician Girl suddenly lose its disguise like a scanner and turned into a clown-themed mage – holding onto his family jewels.

A fake. A Doppelganger.

Level 1 Spellcaster – Copy Cat.

It's special effects: Select on card on the field and raise its ATK and DEF equal to the power of the target monster.

If Blue Eyes White Dragon was on the field, Copy Cat can acquire the power of Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

If Dark Magician Girl was on the field, Copy Cat can gain the ATK and DEF of Dark Magician Girl… in this reality it was essentially no different than posing as that target person.

"Y-you b*tch! I-I'll cut your body up for what you did to –guuuh – m-my precious!"

Copycat struggled to his feet, his face covered by a magical mirror held in front of it with one hand, his other and cradling his well – universal weakspot.

Magician of Faith couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked at Copy Cat, then at Dark Magician Girl Alice (true), back to the enemy, then to her ally. She ended up screaming at her ally.

"You almost raped me!"

"I WAS AT THE BATHROOM WHEN HE WAS ATTACKING YOU!"

"I DON'T CARE – KILL HIM!"

"BLACK BURNING!"

Copycat had his face covered with a mirror, but if he did allow his lips to show a small grin. Using his Special Effects, he immediately acquired the power of Dark Magician Girl, even morphing his entire body to look exactly like her.

"BLACK BURNING!"

Magician of Faith watched as both Dark Magicial Girl (true and false) fired their black magic at one another, both astral bullets colliding into each other and cancelling out like sound waves of equal frequency.

"Kee-kee-kee-kee-kee! Try as you might you little wench! So long as I have your power – you can't ever hope to beat me! KYAAA-HAAA-HAAAA! SO SURRENDER YOUR HOT BODY TO MEEEEE!"

"Okay."

"… Heh?"

Magician of Faith made that small sound when she thought she was hearing things.

Dark Magician Girl, Jack O'Donnell's Alice…. Was willing to give up and loan this sick monster her body?

"…. For Realz?"

"Psyche."

"SH*T!"

In this moment, Dark Magician Girl found the opening she needed and closed the 5 meter gap between them with a single step.

"ORA!"

"GUBOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!?"

Dark Magician Girl swept up a fist and slammed it into the fake Dark Magician Girl's gut, shattering one lung.

"ORA!"

The Spellcaster Girl threw a Left Hook into the Copycat's side, shattering all of his ribs to make him spit blood.

"ORA! ORA! ORA!"

Jack O'Donnell's Alice continued to slam one punch after another all over the fake Dark Magician Girl – the face, chest, throat, shoulder, heart, back, spine, solar plexus, pelvic region, hip, thigh, calf, forearm, and every other parts of the body she could land her two small fists into.

"ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA! ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA! ORAAAAAAAAA! -ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA-ORA—oooooOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"TACOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!?"

Giving off a weird sound, the last blow punched Copy Cat out of its Mimic Magic and dissolved the fake shell of Dark Magician Girl. He ended up grinding across the ground and fell into a hole—

-a freshly dug out grave. Convenient.

"One questions… How did you know about my desire to experience a bath scene and share a warm bed with Master?"

"G-guuuuuuh… S-ssorry…Wh-while I was memorizing your body, I overheard you ranting in the ladies bathroom."

"YOU GOD-D*MN PEEPING TOM! DIE!"

"SPARKLIIIIIIIIIING!?"

With one beautiful (killer) stomp, Copy Cat was permanently buried in the newly dug out grave. Requiescat in pace.

"… Tch. Your Judgement… I will be the one to deal it for-"

"… A…aaah."

"Don't pull on my skirt, little one. You'll ruin my moment to look cool in the spotlight for Master."

"Gg-g—g-g—g-g—g-gg-g-ggiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

"If you need to go to the washroom, it's down the left road and past the cremation hall, you can't miss—"

"GII!"

"…Hmm? …. Ah."

When Dark Magician Girl Alice turned to see what was Magician of Faith so worked up about…. She was completely oblivious her skirt was yanked off when the latter tugged at it too hard to finally get her attention.

"….. Looks like we have to use, Master's Secret Technique. Our last resort option."

"STOP PRETENDING TO BE COOL – AND RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

"UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The next thing anyone knew, both Spellcasters ran faster than the wind – a full service Zombie Apocalypse horde chasing after their skirts.

"WHY ARE ALL MEN SUCH PERVERTS EVEN WHEN THEY'RE DEAAAAAAAAAAAAD!? M-MASTEEEEER! WHERE ARE YOUUUUU!?"