Okay, do I own Yu-Gi-Oh? If anyone can answer that correctly, I'll give you a cookie!
Yami lit a fire, throwing a powder-like substance in it.
"Chaz, Zen, Darth! I want a word. NOW." In a puff of smoke, Chaz and Zen appeared behind him.
"You called?" Zen asked. Yami frowned.
"Where's Darth?"
"Darth has been taken away." Chaz said. Yami flew into a rage.
"He has? When? Where? Why am I never told the occurrences that happen in my own palace?!"
"Yes, most recently, we don't know, and maybe because you act like this." Zen supplied, "Those were the answers to all your questions, in order." Yami glared. Zen smirked.
"Stand down. Magician." Yami demanded.
"That would be Mage, king. Darth is a Magician. There is a difference in the type of magic we use." Yami threw a finger (not the middle finger, he's not flicking the guy off) towards the door.
"You can leave. Well? GO!" Zen went out the door. Chaz started to leave as well.
"Chaz, you are to stay." Yami informed him. Chaz turned to face him.
"No my king. Zen and I have the same opinions. If you dislike his, you will hate mine." He turned, but stopped at the doorway.
"But, my King, you should prepare for war. It has come." He finished the walk out the door.
Ogenki heard a soft crying and followed the noise. Hiding in a corner were the young boys, Fax and Cell. Cell looked up at Ogenki and bawled even harder. Fax sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Ogenki knelt beside them.
"What's wrong boys?" Fax's lip trembled, but he spoke up.
"Our families lived in the eastern part of the kingdom." he and Cell began to wail.
"Is that bad?" Ogenki asked, confused.
"Yes," Cell sniffled, "That area was completely wiped out by the kajons." He frowned, "I don't know the English or Japanese word for it."
"Feared Dragons," Fax translated, wiping another wave of tears. Cell nodded, gulping down his tears, or trying to.
"If it makes you feel better," Ogenki tried, "The one I love is gone as well."
"Was he killed by the kajons too?" Cell asked.
"No. I don't know where he is. I know he's being hurt though. Hurt badly."
"How do you know?" Fax was curious.
"I can feel it here," she said, placing her hands on her heart, "When he hurts, I can feel it as well. And he's been suffering, suffering greatly. And I can do nothing to help him."
"That sucks," Fax said, being quite blunt. Ogenki, despite herself, laughed.
"Yes. Yes it does," She chuckled, realizing for the first time just how much it sucked. Fax sniffled, but looked at Ogenki.
"Thanks. I hope your love will be alright."
"I hope so to Fax. I really do…" Ogenki stood up, a new determined look on her face. She would fight the Dark Lord. And she would win. No matter what.
Yami walked out of the palace, musing over the few facts he had. The entire eastern part of his kingdom had been wiped out. A scout was dead. His magician was kidnapped, and the other two were all but revolting. So, those two annoying prophets had been correct. The war was here. Just as he concluded this thought, a voice popped up from beside him.
"Farewell, young king," and Yami's mind felt darkness as he fell into a painless death.
King Yami had been killed by Malik.
The kingdom was left in the control of Yugi, his young son.
The war was upon them.
Author's Note: Looking back on my story so far, I have two thoughts. One of which is- Did this really come from MY brain? And the other, which is- Oh, crap, I didn't do a lot of what I planned to do. It just didn't fit in. Like when Darth said he didn't want Yami's moral-less hands on his apprentices. I was going to say that Yugi had a wife, and Yami married her as well, despite having like, thirty other wives... but that never fit in. Actually, I'm glad it didn't, but I still should have done something. Anyway, there will probably only be three more chapters or so, I'm sad to say. This is my creation! Almost, like all things I write or draw, like my child. But it has to grow up and end eventually. But I am thinking of writing a sequel. I'll decide when I actually finish the story. Thanks to all my loyal readers. Oh, and a special thanks to Loulupi for translating what Henri should have REALLY said in the second chapter. But, as said before, I don't speak a word of French, so I'm using an online translator. I know, I know, those aren't very reliable, but that's all I have. Sorry!
By the way, many of you are probably mad at me for not updating. But I, once again, have an excuse. I'm typing this up on a disk and I left the disk at my friend's house after I updated last. I didn't see her until today. Gomen no sei! I probably spelled that wrong…
Yami lit a fire, throwing a powder-like substance in it.
"Chaz, Zen, Darth! I want a word. NOW." In a puff of smoke, Chaz and Zen appeared behind him.
"You called?" Zen asked. Yami frowned.
"Where's Darth?"
"Darth has been taken away." Chaz said. Yami flew into a rage.
"He has? When? Where? Why am I never told the occurrences that happen in my own palace?!"
"Yes, most recently, we don't know, and maybe because you act like this." Zen supplied, "Those were the answers to all your questions, in order." Yami glared. Zen smirked.
"Stand down. Magician." Yami demanded.
"That would be Mage, king. Darth is a Magician. There is a difference in the type of magic we use." Yami threw a finger (not the middle finger, he's not flicking the guy off) towards the door.
"You can leave. Well? GO!" Zen went out the door. Chaz started to leave as well.
"Chaz, you are to stay." Yami informed him. Chaz turned to face him.
"No my king. Zen and I have the same opinions. If you dislike his, you will hate mine." He turned, but stopped at the doorway.
"But, my King, you should prepare for war. It has come." He finished the walk out the door.
Ogenki heard a soft crying and followed the noise. Hiding in a corner were the young boys, Fax and Cell. Cell looked up at Ogenki and bawled even harder. Fax sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Ogenki knelt beside them.
"What's wrong boys?" Fax's lip trembled, but he spoke up.
"Our families lived in the eastern part of the kingdom." he and Cell began to wail.
"Is that bad?" Ogenki asked, confused.
"Yes," Cell sniffled, "That area was completely wiped out by the kajons." He frowned, "I don't know the English or Japanese word for it."
"Feared Dragons," Fax translated, wiping another wave of tears. Cell nodded, gulping down his tears, or trying to.
"If it makes you feel better," Ogenki tried, "The one I love is gone as well."
"Was he killed by the kajons too?" Cell asked.
"No. I don't know where he is. I know he's being hurt though. Hurt badly."
"How do you know?" Fax was curious.
"I can feel it here," she said, placing her hands on her heart, "When he hurts, I can feel it as well. And he's been suffering, suffering greatly. And I can do nothing to help him."
"That sucks," Fax said, being quite blunt. Ogenki, despite herself, laughed.
"Yes. Yes it does," She chuckled, realizing for the first time just how much it sucked. Fax sniffled, but looked at Ogenki.
"Thanks. I hope your love will be alright."
"I hope so to Fax. I really do…" Ogenki stood up, a new determined look on her face. She would fight the Dark Lord. And she would win. No matter what.
Yami walked out of the palace, musing over the few facts he had. The entire eastern part of his kingdom had been wiped out. A scout was dead. His magician was kidnapped, and the other two were all but revolting. So, those two annoying prophets had been correct. The war was here. Just as he concluded this thought, a voice popped up from beside him.
"Farewell, young king," and Yami's mind felt darkness as he fell into a painless death.
King Yami had been killed by Malik.
The kingdom was left in the control of Yugi, his young son.
The war was upon them.
Author's Note: Looking back on my story so far, I have two thoughts. One of which is- Did this really come from MY brain? And the other, which is- Oh, crap, I didn't do a lot of what I planned to do. It just didn't fit in. Like when Darth said he didn't want Yami's moral-less hands on his apprentices. I was going to say that Yugi had a wife, and Yami married her as well, despite having like, thirty other wives... but that never fit in. Actually, I'm glad it didn't, but I still should have done something. Anyway, there will probably only be three more chapters or so, I'm sad to say. This is my creation! Almost, like all things I write or draw, like my child. But it has to grow up and end eventually. But I am thinking of writing a sequel. I'll decide when I actually finish the story. Thanks to all my loyal readers. Oh, and a special thanks to Loulupi for translating what Henri should have REALLY said in the second chapter. But, as said before, I don't speak a word of French, so I'm using an online translator. I know, I know, those aren't very reliable, but that's all I have. Sorry!
By the way, many of you are probably mad at me for not updating. But I, once again, have an excuse. I'm typing this up on a disk and I left the disk at my friend's house after I updated last. I didn't see her until today. Gomen no sei! I probably spelled that wrong…