Chapter 3-- The Dreamer
Me: Okay! Chapter three! This is where it gets better, I promise! Marik: You've said that phrase way too much. Me: Don't make me tie you back up, Marik. Marik: *cringes* Fine, fine. Just get on with the story already! Me: Okay then ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By sheer luck, Yami found out that he could bring the spirit of the Dark Magician, the one that would soon be chosen out of the three for her, with him to see the girl. He was gone for quite a while, but finally he reappeared. Yugi had been watching the girl play another game. She was quite fond of games, Yugi noted, maybe even as much as he himself.
When Yami camew back, the spirit of the Dark Magician that was soon to become the girl's in tow, Yugi first smiled at Yami in thanks, then looked the Magician up and down. Being a monster, the Magician could not talk, but Yugi took one look at his face and knew that he'd never been in a duel before. The Magician was staring at him with a look of confusion and a question on his face, as if to say "Why am I here?"
Yugi smiled at him. "Do you see the girl sitting at that desk over there?"
The Magician nodded, staring fixedly at her. It was as if he knew. Perhaps, Yugi mused, he did know. Yugi continued. "Well, she is a duelist, although not the best. Sort of in between a rookie and a good duelist. She needs to figure out her deck, and then..." Yugi saw that he was going nowhere, so he went straight for the point. "Anyway, she's giong to be your mistress soon." Despite his rambling, Yugi hoped that he had put it rather tenderly, so as not to frighten the obviously confused card-spirit.
The Magician turned back to him, another question written in his eyes. Yugi knew what he was thinking, and answered his silent question. "Do not worry, she takes very good care of her cards, particularly the strong ones, like you. She's been counting the days until you arrive." The Magician stared at hte girl for a few more moments, and then, slowly, he smiled. Yugi smiled back. "It's good to see you're not worried anymore," he said. The Magician didn't look at him, but nodded enthusiastically.
Later, the girl took a break from her chores and sat down on the couch, eyes closed. Her stomach was comfortably warm and full from the recent meal, and she tried hard to stay awake. She yawned.
The Dark Magician was still accompanying Yugi and Yami, and he looked at the girl almost longingly, as if he wanted to make himself known to her. Yugi put a hand on his armored shoulder, and when the Magician looked at him, silently asking if there was anything Yugi could do to help, Yugi just smiled sympathetically and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "but you'll have to wait. She'll get to know you once she uses you in a duel, I promise." The Magician looked mildly frustrated; he reached out a hand to brush against hers, but to no avail. This futile movement to desperately get her attention moved Yugi. "I wish I could help you," he said softly.
The Magician had knelt in front of the oblivious girl, and was trying hard to speak to her. All that he could do was make pleading sounds with his voice. Since he was a card monster, he was bound by silence unless he was chosen as Deckmaster in a duel. Yugi was further touched by the desperation the Magician was showing. He turned to Yami. "Isn't there anything we can do to help him?" he asked his friend.
"Perhaps.... there is," the pharaoh said thoughtfully. "Everyone exists in the same reality when they deram, and so, maybe we can get the Magician to meet her in a dream. In the reality of dreams, card monsters are not bound by any limits or laws, so it would be easy for him to speak to her."
"Yes!!" Yugi was immensely glad that Yami had remembered what he, Yugi, probably would not have.
This sudden sound made the Magician shoot to his feet, startled. Yugi laughed softly and said to him, "Don't worry, it was only me. Hey," Yugi called to the Magician, who was already turning back around, "do you really, really want to talk to her?"
The Dark Magician's dejected visage brightened, and he nodded, expecting something grand. Yugi was happy, simply because the Magician wasn't going to be so sad anymore. "Listen. If we can get you and her to sleep at the same time," Yugi said, "then you can meet her."
The Magician looked as if Yugi and Yami had just made his day. He stood up, facing Yugi, and clasped Yugi's hand in both his own, smiling and pleading at the same time.
"It's settled then," Yami said.
That night...
The girl turned off her computer, yawning hugely. Yugi, Yami and the Dark Magician stood nearby, the Magician's blue eyes glittering in anticipation. Yugi looked aty him. If that man Arcanah, who believed that his cards were only pawns for his use or misuse as he chose, and who used a card that removed the very soul of his monster, could have seen the soul of this monster, he would have realized much earlier what he had eventually come to know. Yugi hoped that Arcanah's Dark Magician had forgiven him for what he had said and done before that.
The girl climbed into bed, and soon was asleep. Yugi produced a bottle from his jacket, which was filled with a liquid very close to the color of the Dark Magician's excited, icy blue eyes. Those eyes fixed on Yugi, asking a question.
"This," Yugi stated, gesturing at the bottle, "will put even the most powerful monster to sleep. Drink," he said, handing the bottle to the Magician. He looked at the fluid inside almost suspiciously, then, with a quick glance at Yami and Yugi, took a small drink.
He immediately jerked his hand away, silver-blue hair going everywhere, and made a face. He looked at Yugi, still wearing a very displeased look. Yugi looked somewhat embarrassed, and covered his mouth politely. "Sorry," he said, "I know it tasted terrible, but if I told you, you'd never drink it."
The Dark Magician seemed to understand. The three sat down, so the Magician could go to sleep easier. There were a few moments of silence, then a yawn ensued as the Magician grew drowsy. Yugi smiled, the Magician smiled back, and then all was silent.
Yami shifted his position. "Let's hope they enjoy each other's company for the night," he said, looking at the still form of the most shy Dark Magician he'd ever known.
After he'd drunk that awful-tasting potion, he'd looked at the spiky-haired boy beside him. Yuck! he thought at him; although no one could hear his thoughts, he'd found that if he thought it, his face showed it better. What on earth is this?!
The boy looked almost embarrassed, covering his mouth to hide what looked like a laugh. He explained to him that if he'd told him before that it tasted like something you'd put in an automobile, then he'd never have drunk it. He understood, and he hoped that it showed on his face as sleep began to come over him. As a monster, he'd never yawned before, but he found it strangely pleasing and hard to hold back. As the other two, the pharaoh and the boy, grew dim in his vision, the boy smiled brightly, as if trying to do what the Magician did and think, Good luck.
The Magician pulled back his lips in a genuine smile, and his heart was warmed by the thought that these two were his friends, and they helped him, just because they could.
Then he slept....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Me: Oooh, yeah, how anticlimactic. -_-' Byeh, whatever. I liked it. Marik: I didn't! Me: You don't like anything. Marik: Do too! Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I meant you don't like anything OTHER THAN your God card. Marik: Crap. I guess not then. Me: Gasp! Honesty! *pats Marik's head* Good doggy! Have a cookie! Marik: *twitches* If you enjoy life, you will cease petting me RIGHT NOW. Me: *whap with rolled-up newspaper* Bad doggy! Marik: X.x Me: *grins at readers* Now that he's quiet, review please!
Me: Okay! Chapter three! This is where it gets better, I promise! Marik: You've said that phrase way too much. Me: Don't make me tie you back up, Marik. Marik: *cringes* Fine, fine. Just get on with the story already! Me: Okay then ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By sheer luck, Yami found out that he could bring the spirit of the Dark Magician, the one that would soon be chosen out of the three for her, with him to see the girl. He was gone for quite a while, but finally he reappeared. Yugi had been watching the girl play another game. She was quite fond of games, Yugi noted, maybe even as much as he himself.
When Yami camew back, the spirit of the Dark Magician that was soon to become the girl's in tow, Yugi first smiled at Yami in thanks, then looked the Magician up and down. Being a monster, the Magician could not talk, but Yugi took one look at his face and knew that he'd never been in a duel before. The Magician was staring at him with a look of confusion and a question on his face, as if to say "Why am I here?"
Yugi smiled at him. "Do you see the girl sitting at that desk over there?"
The Magician nodded, staring fixedly at her. It was as if he knew. Perhaps, Yugi mused, he did know. Yugi continued. "Well, she is a duelist, although not the best. Sort of in between a rookie and a good duelist. She needs to figure out her deck, and then..." Yugi saw that he was going nowhere, so he went straight for the point. "Anyway, she's giong to be your mistress soon." Despite his rambling, Yugi hoped that he had put it rather tenderly, so as not to frighten the obviously confused card-spirit.
The Magician turned back to him, another question written in his eyes. Yugi knew what he was thinking, and answered his silent question. "Do not worry, she takes very good care of her cards, particularly the strong ones, like you. She's been counting the days until you arrive." The Magician stared at hte girl for a few more moments, and then, slowly, he smiled. Yugi smiled back. "It's good to see you're not worried anymore," he said. The Magician didn't look at him, but nodded enthusiastically.
Later, the girl took a break from her chores and sat down on the couch, eyes closed. Her stomach was comfortably warm and full from the recent meal, and she tried hard to stay awake. She yawned.
The Dark Magician was still accompanying Yugi and Yami, and he looked at the girl almost longingly, as if he wanted to make himself known to her. Yugi put a hand on his armored shoulder, and when the Magician looked at him, silently asking if there was anything Yugi could do to help, Yugi just smiled sympathetically and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "but you'll have to wait. She'll get to know you once she uses you in a duel, I promise." The Magician looked mildly frustrated; he reached out a hand to brush against hers, but to no avail. This futile movement to desperately get her attention moved Yugi. "I wish I could help you," he said softly.
The Magician had knelt in front of the oblivious girl, and was trying hard to speak to her. All that he could do was make pleading sounds with his voice. Since he was a card monster, he was bound by silence unless he was chosen as Deckmaster in a duel. Yugi was further touched by the desperation the Magician was showing. He turned to Yami. "Isn't there anything we can do to help him?" he asked his friend.
"Perhaps.... there is," the pharaoh said thoughtfully. "Everyone exists in the same reality when they deram, and so, maybe we can get the Magician to meet her in a dream. In the reality of dreams, card monsters are not bound by any limits or laws, so it would be easy for him to speak to her."
"Yes!!" Yugi was immensely glad that Yami had remembered what he, Yugi, probably would not have.
This sudden sound made the Magician shoot to his feet, startled. Yugi laughed softly and said to him, "Don't worry, it was only me. Hey," Yugi called to the Magician, who was already turning back around, "do you really, really want to talk to her?"
The Dark Magician's dejected visage brightened, and he nodded, expecting something grand. Yugi was happy, simply because the Magician wasn't going to be so sad anymore. "Listen. If we can get you and her to sleep at the same time," Yugi said, "then you can meet her."
The Magician looked as if Yugi and Yami had just made his day. He stood up, facing Yugi, and clasped Yugi's hand in both his own, smiling and pleading at the same time.
"It's settled then," Yami said.
That night...
The girl turned off her computer, yawning hugely. Yugi, Yami and the Dark Magician stood nearby, the Magician's blue eyes glittering in anticipation. Yugi looked aty him. If that man Arcanah, who believed that his cards were only pawns for his use or misuse as he chose, and who used a card that removed the very soul of his monster, could have seen the soul of this monster, he would have realized much earlier what he had eventually come to know. Yugi hoped that Arcanah's Dark Magician had forgiven him for what he had said and done before that.
The girl climbed into bed, and soon was asleep. Yugi produced a bottle from his jacket, which was filled with a liquid very close to the color of the Dark Magician's excited, icy blue eyes. Those eyes fixed on Yugi, asking a question.
"This," Yugi stated, gesturing at the bottle, "will put even the most powerful monster to sleep. Drink," he said, handing the bottle to the Magician. He looked at the fluid inside almost suspiciously, then, with a quick glance at Yami and Yugi, took a small drink.
He immediately jerked his hand away, silver-blue hair going everywhere, and made a face. He looked at Yugi, still wearing a very displeased look. Yugi looked somewhat embarrassed, and covered his mouth politely. "Sorry," he said, "I know it tasted terrible, but if I told you, you'd never drink it."
The Dark Magician seemed to understand. The three sat down, so the Magician could go to sleep easier. There were a few moments of silence, then a yawn ensued as the Magician grew drowsy. Yugi smiled, the Magician smiled back, and then all was silent.
Yami shifted his position. "Let's hope they enjoy each other's company for the night," he said, looking at the still form of the most shy Dark Magician he'd ever known.
After he'd drunk that awful-tasting potion, he'd looked at the spiky-haired boy beside him. Yuck! he thought at him; although no one could hear his thoughts, he'd found that if he thought it, his face showed it better. What on earth is this?!
The boy looked almost embarrassed, covering his mouth to hide what looked like a laugh. He explained to him that if he'd told him before that it tasted like something you'd put in an automobile, then he'd never have drunk it. He understood, and he hoped that it showed on his face as sleep began to come over him. As a monster, he'd never yawned before, but he found it strangely pleasing and hard to hold back. As the other two, the pharaoh and the boy, grew dim in his vision, the boy smiled brightly, as if trying to do what the Magician did and think, Good luck.
The Magician pulled back his lips in a genuine smile, and his heart was warmed by the thought that these two were his friends, and they helped him, just because they could.
Then he slept....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Me: Oooh, yeah, how anticlimactic. -_-' Byeh, whatever. I liked it. Marik: I didn't! Me: You don't like anything. Marik: Do too! Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I meant you don't like anything OTHER THAN your God card. Marik: Crap. I guess not then. Me: Gasp! Honesty! *pats Marik's head* Good doggy! Have a cookie! Marik: *twitches* If you enjoy life, you will cease petting me RIGHT NOW. Me: *whap with rolled-up newspaper* Bad doggy! Marik: X.x Me: *grins at readers* Now that he's quiet, review please!
