Thank you Sunfalling, I hadn't realized how crammed my story looked because
it looked
much more spaced out on my word processing program, well, hopefully this fixes things!
And any ideas for making Kendra more realistic will be taken with much thankful-ness-
type stuff. uh, anyways. Also, she's going to have an anger management problem which has only been shown slightly as of yet but will me shown much more later on.
**Heyla! It's everyone's favourite authoress! Well, no, not really, but one can dream!
Can't she? Anyways, enough of my incisive blathering. This story is based on the Yu-
Gi-Oh! animated television series. It doesn't really revolve around the characters we all
know and love (err-mostly love) but more about the history of the character that
represents me and appears in other fics that my cousin and I have written. And, err, I
suppose it has some of her character's history too. So, if you don't like stories that use
characters that don't appear in the television show, I suggest you leave now. But for
those of you with more open minds, read on! Oh yes, and before I forget, I don't own
Yu-Gi-Oh!, must we really all say this?**
::The History of the Staff:: :The New Place:
Kendra, a youth about fifteen years old, looked out her bedroom window to a yard
blooming with summer life. Kendra was living with her aunt in Japan; she had wanted to
try studying in a country other than the one she grew up in, Canada, and her aunt had
wanted her to visit. So Kendra had come to stay with her aunt while she studied here.
Kendra sighed and turned away from the window to the cluttered attic. Before she could
live here, she had to clean out the attic so she'd have a room. Her aunt, Mari, had said
anything in the attic was Kendra's if she wanted it, so the girl intended to go through
every box, trunk and item in this attic, no one could accuse Kendra of being ungrateful . .
Kendra had brown hair and eyes. Red streaks appeared in her hair when the light
was right, it was curly and fell to her mid-back. Kendra often wore it in a bun close to the
nape of her neck and was often seen pushing bangs back behind her ears. She wore a pair
of blue ovular glasses and tended to wear whatever came to hand that didn't completely
clash. She always wore a dragon pendant that she called 'Smaug' from the novel "The
Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien. A black and silver watch graced her left wrist and she wore
a silver and black ring on her left hand.
"Kendra!" her aunt called, "lunch time!" Kendra looked up, she had gone through
about a quarter of the boxes, most of them had been old love letters and school notes
from her aunt's days as a young woman. Kendra hurried down the ladder to the attic and
went to the bathroom to wash. Covered in dust and looking like hell, Kendra smiled at
herself and started washing the dust off. Pounding down the stairs, squeaky clean, Kendra
was assaulted by the smell of pizza. Looking into the kitchen she saw a box of pizza that
seemed to have just arrived. Kendra smiled and swooped into the kitchen; grabbing a
plate and a glass she helped herself to three pieces of pizza and a tall glass of Coke.
Plopping down in the living room she turned on the T.V. and watched some meaningless
show for half-an-hour while she inhaled half the pizza. Trotting back into the kitchen
Kendra saw her aunt sitting at the table, eating her half of the pizza slowly. The two
smiled at each other as deposited her dishes in the sink and trotted back up to the attic.
Kendra was just contemplating turning on the light when she came across It. It
was gold and the main part had what appeared to have an eye on it. The other, smaller
pieces looked to have been contracted inside the eye-piece. Kendra picked it up
reverently and ran her fingers over the thing, barely touching it. Looking into the box for
some clue to what it was, she saw a smaller box, made of brown leather, just big enough
for the diary and two stacks of cards it contained. Putting the open box on the ground
Kendra got up, and still holding the golden object, she flicked the light on and sat down
again to examine the diary. Opening the book carefully she read slowly, making sure she
understood every single word of it.
Kendra yawned, stretching her arms and rolling her neck. Looking at her pillow
to see what could have caused such an uncomfortable sleep she saw the gold thing with
the eye on it, the diary she had been reading called it a 'staff.' Kendra couldn't see how
this-lump-could be called a staff, but Kendra wouldn't doubt the diary. The thing
probably could be extended; it looked very much like it could. Kendra just couldn't
figure out how. Kendra shook her head and turned her mind away from the staff and the
puzzle it represented, it was then she saw the neat stacks of cards and remembered what
else the diary had talked about. Duel Monsters. Picking up one pile she looked at the top
card: "Kendarath, the half-gryphon mage" she read. The monster was a teenage girl with
bird wings and a cat's tail, her hands were up and she was surrounded with a gold aura.
Kendra looked closely at the card before sighing and setting the deck down. She
collected her clothes and went off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Kendra stifled a yawn as she stacked the last of the un-opened boxes in the closet,
she would go through these boxes later, when she wasn't sleeping on a mattress.
Looking at her room Kendra sighed, how on earth would she decorate this place? Kendra
shook her head looking around slowly. The attic was rather small, in the shortest place
she could touch the roof and the tallest place was only a few inches taller. She walked
around the room slowly, the boxes of her stuff had been brought up here, and her
mattress was in the corner farthest away from the trapdoor. The box with the diary and
cards was beside her mattress and the staff was sitting on the mattress. Kendra walked
from one end of the attic and back again, stopping at the window, leaning against the sill
and looking out.
Suddenly she smiled; almost unconsciously she put the cards, diary, and staff in a
bag. Going downstairs she grabbed a snack to put in her bag and wrote a quick note to
her Aunt. Grabbing a map on her way out Kendra headed randomly down the street,
sticking the map in her bag.
Great idea Kendra, get lost, Kendra thought to herself looking at the map. I
never was any good at reading these damn things . . .. She thought angrily as she just
barely restrained herself from crumpling the map into a ball. She slid to the ground at the
foot of the tree and took one more try at reading the map. She had found the library,
where she had practically lived the last two years she had lived in Canada, and had gone
inside to get a card. Now she couldn't remember which way she had come from. Kendra
sighed and scrunched the map up, "arg!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up.
"Problem?" asked a voice from above her.
Kendra made a noise that sounded oddly like 'eep,' jumping to her feet. The boy
that stood in front of her was rather short, standing just above her waist. He had black
hair that turned to red around the edges with bright yellow bangs. He was all dressed up in blue and belts with a gold puzzle with an eye like the one on Kendra's staff she looked
down at him.
"Sorry to startle you," he said, "but I couldn't help notice you were having
problems," he indicated the crumpled map at her feet.
"Yes, well," Kendra started, retrieving the map. "I just moved here and, um," she
blushed, "I'm lost."
He smiled, "My name's Yugi, what's yours?"
"I'm Kendra," she told him as she smoothed out the map, trying to make it
readable. "I've never been able to read these things . ." she explained weakly, trailing
off. Yugi took the map from her with a patient smile, like she was a person who needed
to be humored. "I'm not usually so incompetent," she felt implied to say, "I can usually
find my way home all by myself," she meant the last part to be a joke and she nearly
sighed with relief when Yugi laughed.
"So where do you live?" he asked as he took the map from her hands, "do you
have anything that I can mark on this with?" Kendra knelt down and began rummaging
around in her bag, she was pretty sure there had been a pen in the box . . When she
opened the box Yugi's eyes widened when he saw the staff, she quickly snapped the box
shut, handing him the pen she had retrieved. She didn't like the look Yugi was giving
her. . . "Okay," he said slowly as he shook his head, "where did you say you lived?"
Kendra ignored his odd behavior and told him, he marked a line on the map,
explaining to her verbally where she would be going and Kendra made the appropriate
affirmative noises. When he was finished she smiled, thanked him, and started on her
way home.
"Where were you?" Aunt Mari exclaimed running up and giving Kendra a hug as
soon as she entered the kitchen, where Mari had been sitting, as she had been for the past
hour, staring at the doorway and wringing her hands, the telephone right beside her.
"Um," the teenager said from inside her aunt's crushing hug, "I was lost. ."
"Then why didn't you call?" wailed her aunt.
"Because I was getting directions from a pedestrian!" she exclaimed, wondering
when her aunt would let go of her. Miraculously, she did, just before Kendra started
turning purple, she felt.
"I suppose it's okay then." Mari said slowly, "Just make sure if you get lost
again, you'll call me. Wait a minute, what am I saying, don't get lost again!"
"I didn't go out with the intent of getting lost!" Kendra exclaimed, flinging her
hands up, "I just wanted to go for a walk, I found the library, then I forgot which way I'd
come from. All right? I'm going to my room now," Kendra told her slightly startled aunt
before tromping off to her room.
Kendra sat on her bed, laptop on her lap, it was into the wee hours, and she had
been typing pages upon pages in the novel she had been writing. It was about Kamaeoen,
a gryphon fighting for equal rights among the sentient beings of Seirago from the earliest
records on the planet. It was okay, in Kendra's opinion, but she was her own worst critic,
no one else had read it yet so she didn't have to deal with compliments or insults just yet.
Often times Kendra didn't know where her inspiration came from but when it struck she
just wrote and let the words come until she was all dried up. Then she'd go to sleep,
since she usually got all her inspiration right before she was supposed to be going to bed.
Whoever my muse is they've got a perverted sense of humor, Kendra thought to herself,
keeping me awake 'till it's almost time to get up again whilst it fills my head with things
that must be written. Kendra sighed as she set her laptop on the floor and flopped back
onto her bed. To tired to change out of her clothing, Kendra fell asleep fully clothed.
**And so ends the first chapter! What did you think? And please, before you go flaming
about Mary-Sues and 'there are only seven millennium items what the hell do you think
you're doing' yada yada yada give me a chance to explain! This and any millennium
items mentioned that you might not be familiar with are not the same as the items that
Yugi and Bakura have. I don' know how much my cousin wants me to reveal about this
right now, but you'll just have to live with this explanation for now. So please, no
flaming my staff! Anyways, now that I've got that off my chest, please R&R.**
much more spaced out on my word processing program, well, hopefully this fixes things!
And any ideas for making Kendra more realistic will be taken with much thankful-ness-
type stuff. uh, anyways. Also, she's going to have an anger management problem which has only been shown slightly as of yet but will me shown much more later on.
**Heyla! It's everyone's favourite authoress! Well, no, not really, but one can dream!
Can't she? Anyways, enough of my incisive blathering. This story is based on the Yu-
Gi-Oh! animated television series. It doesn't really revolve around the characters we all
know and love (err-mostly love) but more about the history of the character that
represents me and appears in other fics that my cousin and I have written. And, err, I
suppose it has some of her character's history too. So, if you don't like stories that use
characters that don't appear in the television show, I suggest you leave now. But for
those of you with more open minds, read on! Oh yes, and before I forget, I don't own
Yu-Gi-Oh!, must we really all say this?**
::The History of the Staff:: :The New Place:
Kendra, a youth about fifteen years old, looked out her bedroom window to a yard
blooming with summer life. Kendra was living with her aunt in Japan; she had wanted to
try studying in a country other than the one she grew up in, Canada, and her aunt had
wanted her to visit. So Kendra had come to stay with her aunt while she studied here.
Kendra sighed and turned away from the window to the cluttered attic. Before she could
live here, she had to clean out the attic so she'd have a room. Her aunt, Mari, had said
anything in the attic was Kendra's if she wanted it, so the girl intended to go through
every box, trunk and item in this attic, no one could accuse Kendra of being ungrateful . .
Kendra had brown hair and eyes. Red streaks appeared in her hair when the light
was right, it was curly and fell to her mid-back. Kendra often wore it in a bun close to the
nape of her neck and was often seen pushing bangs back behind her ears. She wore a pair
of blue ovular glasses and tended to wear whatever came to hand that didn't completely
clash. She always wore a dragon pendant that she called 'Smaug' from the novel "The
Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien. A black and silver watch graced her left wrist and she wore
a silver and black ring on her left hand.
"Kendra!" her aunt called, "lunch time!" Kendra looked up, she had gone through
about a quarter of the boxes, most of them had been old love letters and school notes
from her aunt's days as a young woman. Kendra hurried down the ladder to the attic and
went to the bathroom to wash. Covered in dust and looking like hell, Kendra smiled at
herself and started washing the dust off. Pounding down the stairs, squeaky clean, Kendra
was assaulted by the smell of pizza. Looking into the kitchen she saw a box of pizza that
seemed to have just arrived. Kendra smiled and swooped into the kitchen; grabbing a
plate and a glass she helped herself to three pieces of pizza and a tall glass of Coke.
Plopping down in the living room she turned on the T.V. and watched some meaningless
show for half-an-hour while she inhaled half the pizza. Trotting back into the kitchen
Kendra saw her aunt sitting at the table, eating her half of the pizza slowly. The two
smiled at each other as deposited her dishes in the sink and trotted back up to the attic.
Kendra was just contemplating turning on the light when she came across It. It
was gold and the main part had what appeared to have an eye on it. The other, smaller
pieces looked to have been contracted inside the eye-piece. Kendra picked it up
reverently and ran her fingers over the thing, barely touching it. Looking into the box for
some clue to what it was, she saw a smaller box, made of brown leather, just big enough
for the diary and two stacks of cards it contained. Putting the open box on the ground
Kendra got up, and still holding the golden object, she flicked the light on and sat down
again to examine the diary. Opening the book carefully she read slowly, making sure she
understood every single word of it.
Kendra yawned, stretching her arms and rolling her neck. Looking at her pillow
to see what could have caused such an uncomfortable sleep she saw the gold thing with
the eye on it, the diary she had been reading called it a 'staff.' Kendra couldn't see how
this-lump-could be called a staff, but Kendra wouldn't doubt the diary. The thing
probably could be extended; it looked very much like it could. Kendra just couldn't
figure out how. Kendra shook her head and turned her mind away from the staff and the
puzzle it represented, it was then she saw the neat stacks of cards and remembered what
else the diary had talked about. Duel Monsters. Picking up one pile she looked at the top
card: "Kendarath, the half-gryphon mage" she read. The monster was a teenage girl with
bird wings and a cat's tail, her hands were up and she was surrounded with a gold aura.
Kendra looked closely at the card before sighing and setting the deck down. She
collected her clothes and went off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Kendra stifled a yawn as she stacked the last of the un-opened boxes in the closet,
she would go through these boxes later, when she wasn't sleeping on a mattress.
Looking at her room Kendra sighed, how on earth would she decorate this place? Kendra
shook her head looking around slowly. The attic was rather small, in the shortest place
she could touch the roof and the tallest place was only a few inches taller. She walked
around the room slowly, the boxes of her stuff had been brought up here, and her
mattress was in the corner farthest away from the trapdoor. The box with the diary and
cards was beside her mattress and the staff was sitting on the mattress. Kendra walked
from one end of the attic and back again, stopping at the window, leaning against the sill
and looking out.
Suddenly she smiled; almost unconsciously she put the cards, diary, and staff in a
bag. Going downstairs she grabbed a snack to put in her bag and wrote a quick note to
her Aunt. Grabbing a map on her way out Kendra headed randomly down the street,
sticking the map in her bag.
Great idea Kendra, get lost, Kendra thought to herself looking at the map. I
never was any good at reading these damn things . . .. She thought angrily as she just
barely restrained herself from crumpling the map into a ball. She slid to the ground at the
foot of the tree and took one more try at reading the map. She had found the library,
where she had practically lived the last two years she had lived in Canada, and had gone
inside to get a card. Now she couldn't remember which way she had come from. Kendra
sighed and scrunched the map up, "arg!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up.
"Problem?" asked a voice from above her.
Kendra made a noise that sounded oddly like 'eep,' jumping to her feet. The boy
that stood in front of her was rather short, standing just above her waist. He had black
hair that turned to red around the edges with bright yellow bangs. He was all dressed up in blue and belts with a gold puzzle with an eye like the one on Kendra's staff she looked
down at him.
"Sorry to startle you," he said, "but I couldn't help notice you were having
problems," he indicated the crumpled map at her feet.
"Yes, well," Kendra started, retrieving the map. "I just moved here and, um," she
blushed, "I'm lost."
He smiled, "My name's Yugi, what's yours?"
"I'm Kendra," she told him as she smoothed out the map, trying to make it
readable. "I've never been able to read these things . ." she explained weakly, trailing
off. Yugi took the map from her with a patient smile, like she was a person who needed
to be humored. "I'm not usually so incompetent," she felt implied to say, "I can usually
find my way home all by myself," she meant the last part to be a joke and she nearly
sighed with relief when Yugi laughed.
"So where do you live?" he asked as he took the map from her hands, "do you
have anything that I can mark on this with?" Kendra knelt down and began rummaging
around in her bag, she was pretty sure there had been a pen in the box . . When she
opened the box Yugi's eyes widened when he saw the staff, she quickly snapped the box
shut, handing him the pen she had retrieved. She didn't like the look Yugi was giving
her. . . "Okay," he said slowly as he shook his head, "where did you say you lived?"
Kendra ignored his odd behavior and told him, he marked a line on the map,
explaining to her verbally where she would be going and Kendra made the appropriate
affirmative noises. When he was finished she smiled, thanked him, and started on her
way home.
"Where were you?" Aunt Mari exclaimed running up and giving Kendra a hug as
soon as she entered the kitchen, where Mari had been sitting, as she had been for the past
hour, staring at the doorway and wringing her hands, the telephone right beside her.
"Um," the teenager said from inside her aunt's crushing hug, "I was lost. ."
"Then why didn't you call?" wailed her aunt.
"Because I was getting directions from a pedestrian!" she exclaimed, wondering
when her aunt would let go of her. Miraculously, she did, just before Kendra started
turning purple, she felt.
"I suppose it's okay then." Mari said slowly, "Just make sure if you get lost
again, you'll call me. Wait a minute, what am I saying, don't get lost again!"
"I didn't go out with the intent of getting lost!" Kendra exclaimed, flinging her
hands up, "I just wanted to go for a walk, I found the library, then I forgot which way I'd
come from. All right? I'm going to my room now," Kendra told her slightly startled aunt
before tromping off to her room.
Kendra sat on her bed, laptop on her lap, it was into the wee hours, and she had
been typing pages upon pages in the novel she had been writing. It was about Kamaeoen,
a gryphon fighting for equal rights among the sentient beings of Seirago from the earliest
records on the planet. It was okay, in Kendra's opinion, but she was her own worst critic,
no one else had read it yet so she didn't have to deal with compliments or insults just yet.
Often times Kendra didn't know where her inspiration came from but when it struck she
just wrote and let the words come until she was all dried up. Then she'd go to sleep,
since she usually got all her inspiration right before she was supposed to be going to bed.
Whoever my muse is they've got a perverted sense of humor, Kendra thought to herself,
keeping me awake 'till it's almost time to get up again whilst it fills my head with things
that must be written. Kendra sighed as she set her laptop on the floor and flopped back
onto her bed. To tired to change out of her clothing, Kendra fell asleep fully clothed.
**And so ends the first chapter! What did you think? And please, before you go flaming
about Mary-Sues and 'there are only seven millennium items what the hell do you think
you're doing' yada yada yada give me a chance to explain! This and any millennium
items mentioned that you might not be familiar with are not the same as the items that
Yugi and Bakura have. I don' know how much my cousin wants me to reveal about this
right now, but you'll just have to live with this explanation for now. So please, no
flaming my staff! Anyways, now that I've got that off my chest, please R&R.**