Disclaimer and legal crapsies: Yu-Gi-Oh! and all related characters, names,
paraphanalia, monsters, and so on and so forth, are © Kazuki Takahashi.
This is a cross-over fic between the most holy high Yu-Gi-Oh! and the most
dementedly cool game, American McGee's Alice. American McGee's Alice is ©
to EA Games ((*whisper* Challenge Eev-erything)) and the original Alice in
Wonderland and below mentioned alternate title of the same story is © to
the long dead yet still cool Lewis Carroll. I take no credit for creating
any of the characters in this story which are related to these three items.
Only thing I take credit for is writing the story and for my own original
character which may or may not make an appearance. There..I think I got it
all o.o;;;; Enjoy da story, kiddies!
Chapter Two: Curses To The White Rabbit, Curses I Say.. .
Rutledge Mental Institution
Case #46986414
Patient Name: Yugi Mutou
Physician in Charge: Dr. S.K. Lee
Date: October Third, Two Thousand and Three
Yugi has been here at Rutledge for two days, and already has seemingly won the hearts of the female staff here. His eyes, while deep purple and enchanting in color, are always snapped widely open and never blink. His gaze is quite unnerving, especially since he is sometimes prone to violent outbreaks of fitful thrashing.
I've had incidents of these sudden bursting displays of screaming and wrenching against his restraints while checking on the boy during my evening rounds. His screams are piercing and sudden, and send a shock to the system if unprepared as often I am.
There was a particular incident on the night of the second where a nurse, unprepared for his screams of madness, was grabbed by the wrist and not released until the boy was sedated. It was reported that he kept repeating the same word, 'Late', over and over.
I wonder what this could possibly mean. In any case, I have made arrangements for a few of his personal effects to be delivered to the institution. I'm hoping that bringing these items will spark some kind of positive reaction to the world residing outside of his mind.. .
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I've always hated the dark.
Even as a child.
I don't exactly lavish the thought of wandering about in some dank, forbidding tunnel which is filled with the stuff. There isn't a speck of light to brighten the path in front of me, so instead I must run my hand along the slime-covered stone wall to find my way. They say that if you're caught in the dark, if you can at least find a wall to follow that you'll eventually find your way to the light.. .
I can only hope that is true; as the slime on the walls is beginning to dry and form a stiff, rank smelling crust in between my fingers. It reeks of rotten eggs and decomposing flesh. I'm almost glad that there is no light here; at least I don't have to see the filth my hands are becoming cased in. Like I said.. .Almost glad.
As I run my hand along the wall, the palm of my hand catches on a sharp protrusion of rock, leaving an all but pleasant gash in the center of my hand. With nothing to clean the wound, I wasn't about to be the fool and bandage it; nor was I about to lick the blood from my hand to clean it. That was probably an even better way to get ill; licking the sludge around the wound along with the blood from the gash.
"Joy.. .Can this place get any better?" I think to myself, grumbling at the stinging in my hand. "Oh, yes, young sir! Yes it can get better!" said a raspy, gurgling voice from the darkness, and it was only then that I notice the small pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel, accompanied by a glint of gold.
My heart leapt to my throat at the sound of something other than the squishing of my boots on the slime covered rocks on the tunnel floor. "Who's there?!" I shouted, freezing in my place.
"It is I, The White Rabbit!" said the voice. White Rabbit? This was becoming all too strange for me. Could it be that I was still.. .No. Impossible.
"Where are you?" I inquire, inching cautiously forward, wary of my footing on the slippery surface. The Rabbit laughed in a chortling, gurgling giggle. "Follow me! Follow my voice! Either one will get you where you wish to go!"
I blinked in the darkness. This little rodent was speaking in riddles. I was already beginning to severely dislike him.. .
"Late, Late, Late! Hurry or else you shall be late! Watch your Watch, keep it in hand, don't trip up, t'would be less than grand!" sang the Rabbit, dancing in the growing source of light as I edged nearer to him.
"Late, Late, Late! You're slow as tar, you'll ne'er go far! If you move as slowly as you are!" Chanted the Rabbit as I finally reached him and the end of the tunnel. Shielding my eyes from the light, even if dim and grey in color, I got my first glimpse of the mangy rabbit. He was indeed white. If you could consider dingy, dirty egg-white to be indeed white.
He wore a tattered and stained grey vest with pockets on either side, from which hung an oversized, tarnished silver pocket watch. Upon his scraggly furred head rested a black silk top hat, with a giant blood- colored question mark on its front. The top of the hat was torn and sticking up, flapping up and down like a battered flag as he hopped to and fro.
"Will you quit that?!" I said irritably as he darted tauntingly around me. "Oh no! I won't quit, for I don't know what I'm doing!"
"You're.. .Not.. ..Standing.. .In.One.. .PLACE!" I said shortly, my head spinning along with my body to try and talk to the irritating rabbit to his buck toothed, bulgy-eyed face. "Apologies! Apologies! But if you please, just follow me!" he chimed in his sloshing sing-songy tones as he ran off down the path towards what seemed to be a small run-down village in the distance.
"I swear to Ra if I ever catch that rabbit I'll wring his neck. .." I said as I took off after him. A small ways down the path, the only sound accompanying me on my way to the village being the grinding of the gravel under my combat boots, I found much to my dismay, a block (1) in the road which my toe had the misfortune of finding. I tripped, falling hard to the ground, the wind being knocked out of me by a hard, flat stone in the road.
Panting for breath and cursing the fool who built the road, I sat up, rubbing my stomach and looking for the literal block which had caused my fall. It sat before me, a shining glint of gold protruding from the dreary black earth. It was unnaturally shiny for its dull surroundings. Luckily my hand had begun to scab over, and the dirt which I now dug through to uncover the glittering gold object was unable to sink into the throbbing wound.
After a few moments of digging, I finally uncovered what had been hidden in the earth. It was pyramidal in shape with a loop on the flat topside which was connected to a shiny silver chain. On one of the slanted sides of the pyramid was a symbol I recognized immediately to be the Eye of Horus. I didn't know why, but I had the strange urge to place this newfound trinket's chain about my neck and continue my journey to the village.
The moment I did, a strong, calm, deep, cool voice whispered in my ear. "Good to be together again, isn't it, Aibou? (2)"
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1. The 'Block' is obviously the Millennium Puzzle. However, in the Japanese version, Yugi's puzzle is called many things. The Sennen Puzzle, or, Thousand Puzzle, and also it is sometimes called the Thousand Brick Puzzle because (I suppose) that is how many pieces there are to making the puzzle.
2. Aibou is the Japanese word meaning 'Partner'. In the Japanese version of the TV show, this is how Yugi and Yami often refer to each other.
Chapter Two: Curses To The White Rabbit, Curses I Say.. .
Rutledge Mental Institution
Case #46986414
Patient Name: Yugi Mutou
Physician in Charge: Dr. S.K. Lee
Date: October Third, Two Thousand and Three
Yugi has been here at Rutledge for two days, and already has seemingly won the hearts of the female staff here. His eyes, while deep purple and enchanting in color, are always snapped widely open and never blink. His gaze is quite unnerving, especially since he is sometimes prone to violent outbreaks of fitful thrashing.
I've had incidents of these sudden bursting displays of screaming and wrenching against his restraints while checking on the boy during my evening rounds. His screams are piercing and sudden, and send a shock to the system if unprepared as often I am.
There was a particular incident on the night of the second where a nurse, unprepared for his screams of madness, was grabbed by the wrist and not released until the boy was sedated. It was reported that he kept repeating the same word, 'Late', over and over.
I wonder what this could possibly mean. In any case, I have made arrangements for a few of his personal effects to be delivered to the institution. I'm hoping that bringing these items will spark some kind of positive reaction to the world residing outside of his mind.. .
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I've always hated the dark.
Even as a child.
I don't exactly lavish the thought of wandering about in some dank, forbidding tunnel which is filled with the stuff. There isn't a speck of light to brighten the path in front of me, so instead I must run my hand along the slime-covered stone wall to find my way. They say that if you're caught in the dark, if you can at least find a wall to follow that you'll eventually find your way to the light.. .
I can only hope that is true; as the slime on the walls is beginning to dry and form a stiff, rank smelling crust in between my fingers. It reeks of rotten eggs and decomposing flesh. I'm almost glad that there is no light here; at least I don't have to see the filth my hands are becoming cased in. Like I said.. .Almost glad.
As I run my hand along the wall, the palm of my hand catches on a sharp protrusion of rock, leaving an all but pleasant gash in the center of my hand. With nothing to clean the wound, I wasn't about to be the fool and bandage it; nor was I about to lick the blood from my hand to clean it. That was probably an even better way to get ill; licking the sludge around the wound along with the blood from the gash.
"Joy.. .Can this place get any better?" I think to myself, grumbling at the stinging in my hand. "Oh, yes, young sir! Yes it can get better!" said a raspy, gurgling voice from the darkness, and it was only then that I notice the small pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel, accompanied by a glint of gold.
My heart leapt to my throat at the sound of something other than the squishing of my boots on the slime covered rocks on the tunnel floor. "Who's there?!" I shouted, freezing in my place.
"It is I, The White Rabbit!" said the voice. White Rabbit? This was becoming all too strange for me. Could it be that I was still.. .No. Impossible.
"Where are you?" I inquire, inching cautiously forward, wary of my footing on the slippery surface. The Rabbit laughed in a chortling, gurgling giggle. "Follow me! Follow my voice! Either one will get you where you wish to go!"
I blinked in the darkness. This little rodent was speaking in riddles. I was already beginning to severely dislike him.. .
"Late, Late, Late! Hurry or else you shall be late! Watch your Watch, keep it in hand, don't trip up, t'would be less than grand!" sang the Rabbit, dancing in the growing source of light as I edged nearer to him.
"Late, Late, Late! You're slow as tar, you'll ne'er go far! If you move as slowly as you are!" Chanted the Rabbit as I finally reached him and the end of the tunnel. Shielding my eyes from the light, even if dim and grey in color, I got my first glimpse of the mangy rabbit. He was indeed white. If you could consider dingy, dirty egg-white to be indeed white.
He wore a tattered and stained grey vest with pockets on either side, from which hung an oversized, tarnished silver pocket watch. Upon his scraggly furred head rested a black silk top hat, with a giant blood- colored question mark on its front. The top of the hat was torn and sticking up, flapping up and down like a battered flag as he hopped to and fro.
"Will you quit that?!" I said irritably as he darted tauntingly around me. "Oh no! I won't quit, for I don't know what I'm doing!"
"You're.. .Not.. ..Standing.. .In.One.. .PLACE!" I said shortly, my head spinning along with my body to try and talk to the irritating rabbit to his buck toothed, bulgy-eyed face. "Apologies! Apologies! But if you please, just follow me!" he chimed in his sloshing sing-songy tones as he ran off down the path towards what seemed to be a small run-down village in the distance.
"I swear to Ra if I ever catch that rabbit I'll wring his neck. .." I said as I took off after him. A small ways down the path, the only sound accompanying me on my way to the village being the grinding of the gravel under my combat boots, I found much to my dismay, a block (1) in the road which my toe had the misfortune of finding. I tripped, falling hard to the ground, the wind being knocked out of me by a hard, flat stone in the road.
Panting for breath and cursing the fool who built the road, I sat up, rubbing my stomach and looking for the literal block which had caused my fall. It sat before me, a shining glint of gold protruding from the dreary black earth. It was unnaturally shiny for its dull surroundings. Luckily my hand had begun to scab over, and the dirt which I now dug through to uncover the glittering gold object was unable to sink into the throbbing wound.
After a few moments of digging, I finally uncovered what had been hidden in the earth. It was pyramidal in shape with a loop on the flat topside which was connected to a shiny silver chain. On one of the slanted sides of the pyramid was a symbol I recognized immediately to be the Eye of Horus. I didn't know why, but I had the strange urge to place this newfound trinket's chain about my neck and continue my journey to the village.
The moment I did, a strong, calm, deep, cool voice whispered in my ear. "Good to be together again, isn't it, Aibou? (2)"
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1. The 'Block' is obviously the Millennium Puzzle. However, in the Japanese version, Yugi's puzzle is called many things. The Sennen Puzzle, or, Thousand Puzzle, and also it is sometimes called the Thousand Brick Puzzle because (I suppose) that is how many pieces there are to making the puzzle.
2. Aibou is the Japanese word meaning 'Partner'. In the Japanese version of the TV show, this is how Yugi and Yami often refer to each other.