Chapter 4-- The Dream
Me: This is my favorite chapter!
Marik: Just who is this "girl" anyway?
Me: I know, but I'll never tell. Well, maybe a few select people, but not YOU Marik!
Marik: Oh, boo hoo, I must know. -_-' *sarcasm*
Me: *resists urge to pat Marik's head again* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was nothing for a few minutes. Just like when I'm in that drawer my master keeps me in, he thought. But soon I'll be taken everywhere, just like all the rest of her cards... His heart grew warm again. It was a pleasant feeling; he was still new to feelings like these, but he knew that this was one of the best.
Some didn't play, but those who did.... well, did. And the luckier cards became the possessions of those who did play. And he was about to become one of those fortunate cards! The thought brought another pleasant feeling to the Magician, and suddenly....
He was in... someplace. The sky was as blue as the eyes that beheld it. The weather out here was perfect. He almost wanted to slough off his armor and enjoy the brilliant early morning sunlight. Too bad he didn't know how it came off.
Wait! Wasn't he looking for someone? Yes! He looked around, trying to fond the girl who'd captivated his soul as soon as he'd set eyes on her. By the gods, she was beautiful! And he was soon to belong to her. He was determined to improve her deck with his power. He'd heard from the boy, the pharaoh's reincarnation, that Dark Magicians have awesome power, sometimes even stronger than a Red Eyes Black Dragon. He was sure that he could help the grl, and he really hoped that he could tap into his power for her, and help her win.
There she was! Alone, yet happy, sitting on a bench in the amazingly wonderful weather. She blissfully sunned, while doing something with a string attached to a long wand, different than his. The string was dipping into a pond that the bench overlooked.
He suddenly remembered that he could speak. Trying hard to remember what another Dark Magician had told him about what it was like to be a Deckmaster, he formed his lips into a position from which he could hopefully speak. His vocal cords were rusty from non-use; he coughed for a few seconds before getting them clear. He spoke, praying silently it would sound like her name. Praying she would hear....
"Samantha!"
It was a simple name, only three syllables, but it enthralled the Magician. The girl perked up at the sound of her own name, setting down her "wand" to stand up and squint at the Magician in the distance. She called out to him. "I can't see you, come over here!" She beckoned with her hand, and as the Magician drew closer, he remembered another thing that was visible in a dream: the golden Eye, a replica of the ones emblazoned on the seven Millennium items, that was burned into a duelist's hand when they play their first serious duel. It was on the hand with which they hold their cards, the hand they draw with during a duel.
As he drew ever closer, she beckoned again, and he looked hard for the Eye. Perhaps she had not been in a duel, after all?
Then the Magician neared her side, and he saw it. It was not on the hand he'd expected, the right hand. No, it was on her left hand. A left-handed duelist! How strange!
The Dark Magician finally reached her. She stared for a few awkward moments, and then she smiled."Well! I've been expecting a Duel Monsters dream. A Dark Magician, are you? Come sit down, it's beautiful out." She patted the bench beside her. He remembered that he could speak again.
"O-Okay, yes, sure...." He sat down. "What are you doing with that wand?"
"Wand?" The girl blinked. He gestured toward the rod she held in the water. She looked at it, and then smiled in realization. "Oh. This is no wand, magic boy, this is a fishing pole. You catch fish with it. Here, watch." She tugged at the pole; the end was trembling and fluttering, somewhat like the Dark Magician's heart was. He was amazed at how calmly she'd identified him. He guessed that she hadn't remembered yet that she was expecting him.
She gave a great tug, and a large fish came tumbling out of the water, flailing on the shore. The girl stood up again, hopping jubilantly up and down at the sight of the monstrous fish. "Woo hooo!!" She turned to face the Magician, beaming. "Lookit this! Huge, isn't it? Too big to let get away. D'you think you could, you know, flash-fry it? With that pointy stick thing you got there? Make it painless," she added, stepping back.
"My wand?" he said hesitantly, looking from the green staff he carried to the girl, and back again. "I don't know, I've never used my Dark Magic before...."
"Come on," she coaxed. "I've seen your kind do it before, it doesn't look hard. Give it here if you're not going to do it."
"No, no..." he said quickly, fearing for his young mistress-to-be. He didn't yet know the full extent of the powers of his wand, and so it was only reasonable that he should be afraid to entrust it to her. "I'll do it, watch your back." He leveled the wand, aiming for the hapless fish, and concentrated, not quite sure what would or should happen--
There was a flash, and from his wand erupted a beam of...what?... and impaled the fish. A few more seconds cooked it. The girl cheered.
"There you go! That's Dark Magic if I've ever seen it! Way to go!"
He stood up and smiled rather shyly, putting a hand behind his head. By the gods, this girl was full of fire... They sat down, and the Dark Magician, suddenly inspired, did something he'd wnted to do ever since he'd first seen her. He looked at her until she looked back, and placed his delicate hand over her equally delicate one.
"Samantha," he said, staring into her deep green eyes, "I am the Dark Magician that you will recieve this week." Her eyebrows went up. He gave a bare pause, and then went on. "I have desperately wanted to get to know you all day today, and now that I have, I know that it was well worth it." He smiled at her, and she smiled back, a little slower, as she took it all in. "I am bound and determined to make your deck strong enough to defeat your opponents. The spike-haired one and the pharaoh have helped me to get to meet you today," he added. At this, her eyes widened.
"You know Yugi and Yami ?!"
The Magician smiled again. "Yes, and they are the nicest people I have ever met. As nice even as my mistress." His smile was a little wry now, almost mischevious; the girl looked at him harder.
"Your mistress? Me?" she said, pointing to herself. The Magician nodded. She looked surprised, to say the least. "But I'm not your mistress yet!"
"Very soon, I hope." The Magician's disposition was so shy and kind, and yet so full of power, that the girl couldn't reply. Only stare. "I consider you my mistress now."
The girl hugged him; lovingly the Magician returned the embrace. They talked like old friends the rest of the dream, and were very sad when they had to part.
Yugi shook himself to a more wakeful position. The Dark Magician's form stirred; the first sign of consciousness was a smile of pure joy. Yugi was warmed by that. To think that these two could bond even before meeting each other in person....
His eyes slit open. Yugi looked into the Magician's face, to see his reaction. When he could see Yugi, The Magician looked crestfallen, but then he smiled at his young friend.
"How was it?" Yugi asked. The Magician opened his mouth, but all that came out was, "Aieuuaa.... urghhhh!!" He'd forgotten that he couldn't speak anymore. Frustrated, his shoulders sagged, but then he got over it and smiled at Yugi, and nodded brightly, answering the boy's question. Yugi was happy that he'd finally met his mistress-to-be.
"Well," Yugi said, looking at Yami, "it's almost time for this girl to go to school..." he trailed off.
Yami nodded. "So, it's time to return to your card," he stated, finishing Yugi's sentence for him. The Magician frowned, looking at the girl sadly. He wished he had telepathic powers, so he could form his thoughts, which were, But, by the gods, I loved having a body...
Yami stood up. "Yugi," he said, "I need to return the Magician, or his master will be worried about the faceless card in his drawer."
"'Kay," Yugi said, smiling. "Good luck with her," he said to the Magician. The Magician gave a thumbs-up, and appeared by Yami's side.
The pharaoh concentrated, and soon the two were gone. Yugi smiled sadly at where the Magician had been. "What a guy," he said quietly, forgetting that his yami wasn't beside him.
Two weeks later, the girl had given up on Larry. The Magician had been heartbroken when he had visited again. "Not to worry," Yugi said, "Yami told me that card spirits can exchange cards!"
The Magician simply looked confused. Yugi continued. "There is, somewhere, a Dark Magician that, someday, she will get. She won't stop searching until she gets one. Yami and I have met Marik's sister, you know Ishizu," he said, looking at the Magician. He nodded, indicating that he did know her. "Well, anyway, Ishizu's Millennium item can see into the future, and so she has done us a favor and found the Dark Magician that she will recieve. Yami," he said, addressing the pharaoh that had just appeared from Yugi's Puzzle, "bring him in, okay?"
"No problem," Yami said. (A/N:: I've nicknamed the other Dark Magician, the one who Yami is 'summoning', I've nicknamed him Nico, to avoid confusion.) He concentrated, and soon another Dark Magician was beside him. He looked very much like the first, except that he had shockingly white hair and cross-shaped scars on his hands, proof that his master or mistress was a great duelist. The older Magician's crimson eyes bore into the younger Magician's. This Dark Magician was an expert duel monster, the first Magician thought to himself.
Monsters of the same name can telepathically speak to one another, so the white-haired monster said, /Well, hello there. Do you have a name?/
/No,/ the Magician replied, /I have never been in a duel before./
/A monster's first duel determines his name,/ he replied. /My name is Nico, and it means 'dependable'. I shall name you, once I know what kind of Dark Magician you are./ This Magician was obviously older, the Magician thought. His red eyes showed signs of wear at the edges.
/What do you mean?/ the younger Magician asked. /We're all the same./
/You are obviously new,/ Nico said, with a hint of scorn in his mind-voice. (By the way, Yugi and Yami can hear their mind-speech, but they can't join in.) /We may look almost all the same, and we may all have the same attack and defense skills, but it is not that that matters./ Nico came closer, and placed a thin finger on the Magician's chest. Red eyes met blue, and stared deeply into them as he continued. /What matters, young Magician, is that our hearts are different. Our souls are what is different, young one./ The Magician's eyes narrowed, and he moved Nico's finger away.
/Don't call me that,/ he said.
Nico's armor moved up and down as he shrugged. /It's true. Anyway, I've got a name for you now,/ Nico said. /I doubt the mortal or the pharaoh.../ he paused to shift his gaze to Yami for a moment, as if remembering something, (the sight of non-mortal Egyptians stirs something in all monsters' memories) and then continued. /...can pronounce it, though./
/What is it?/ the Magician asked.
/Your name will be 'Nayl'fir',/ he said with a regal air, the origins of which no one could figure out. /which means 'young warrior'./
/Ah, good, I thought it meant something disgraceful,/ the Magician muttered. /Though I'm not sure I feel quite like a 'Nayl'fir'.../
/Then tell me something about yourself, and I will choose two names for you, but not their meanings, and whichever one you choose, is the one you are destined for,/ Nico said, staring at the Magician.
He thought for a moment. /Well... when I was going to get a mistress,/ he said, his face falling just a bit as he remembered how close he'd come, /I was absolutely determined to use whatever power I had to improve her deck.../
/That is enough,/ Nico said. /I have been chosen as your Namer instead of it being chosen in a duel, and so I will proceed in the ancient fashion./ He paused, mentally scrolling through the list of names he'd been given. It took him a while, but finally he chose two.
Nico spoke. /Bradcorh..../ he said, eyes shut as he chose one last name. /...and Rimoku./
The Magician felt... somehow... pulled towards the first name, but the second one sounded better. When he began to telepathically speak, something fell hard into place. He'd started to say one of the names, but something changed it in half-word. It sounded something like, /Rimok- ghhhhh.....errrrrrbbb-bradcorh.../ It was as if the name chose him.
/What was that?/
/Bradcorh,/ he responded, quite sure now. /My name is Bradcorh./ He rolled it on his tongue, quite liking the hard sound of it. It fit him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Me: Finally! My favorite part! The Magician gets a name!
Marik: How. disgusting.
Me: Oh shut up. I was feeling like fluff that day, but I don't get very fluffy, so that's about as fluffy as I get. *points to "fluff"*
Marik: Pffft.
Me: *brandishes rolled up newspaper*
Marik: O.O Okay, okay! It was.. Good, I guess.
Me: ^_^ *looks once again at readers* Now then, you don't have to be forced to tell me how you feel too, do you? *shuffles newspaper around* Mmm hmm hmm.. *sadistic grin* Review please!
Me: This is my favorite chapter!
Marik: Just who is this "girl" anyway?
Me: I know, but I'll never tell. Well, maybe a few select people, but not YOU Marik!
Marik: Oh, boo hoo, I must know. -_-' *sarcasm*
Me: *resists urge to pat Marik's head again* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was nothing for a few minutes. Just like when I'm in that drawer my master keeps me in, he thought. But soon I'll be taken everywhere, just like all the rest of her cards... His heart grew warm again. It was a pleasant feeling; he was still new to feelings like these, but he knew that this was one of the best.
Some didn't play, but those who did.... well, did. And the luckier cards became the possessions of those who did play. And he was about to become one of those fortunate cards! The thought brought another pleasant feeling to the Magician, and suddenly....
He was in... someplace. The sky was as blue as the eyes that beheld it. The weather out here was perfect. He almost wanted to slough off his armor and enjoy the brilliant early morning sunlight. Too bad he didn't know how it came off.
Wait! Wasn't he looking for someone? Yes! He looked around, trying to fond the girl who'd captivated his soul as soon as he'd set eyes on her. By the gods, she was beautiful! And he was soon to belong to her. He was determined to improve her deck with his power. He'd heard from the boy, the pharaoh's reincarnation, that Dark Magicians have awesome power, sometimes even stronger than a Red Eyes Black Dragon. He was sure that he could help the grl, and he really hoped that he could tap into his power for her, and help her win.
There she was! Alone, yet happy, sitting on a bench in the amazingly wonderful weather. She blissfully sunned, while doing something with a string attached to a long wand, different than his. The string was dipping into a pond that the bench overlooked.
He suddenly remembered that he could speak. Trying hard to remember what another Dark Magician had told him about what it was like to be a Deckmaster, he formed his lips into a position from which he could hopefully speak. His vocal cords were rusty from non-use; he coughed for a few seconds before getting them clear. He spoke, praying silently it would sound like her name. Praying she would hear....
"Samantha!"
It was a simple name, only three syllables, but it enthralled the Magician. The girl perked up at the sound of her own name, setting down her "wand" to stand up and squint at the Magician in the distance. She called out to him. "I can't see you, come over here!" She beckoned with her hand, and as the Magician drew closer, he remembered another thing that was visible in a dream: the golden Eye, a replica of the ones emblazoned on the seven Millennium items, that was burned into a duelist's hand when they play their first serious duel. It was on the hand with which they hold their cards, the hand they draw with during a duel.
As he drew ever closer, she beckoned again, and he looked hard for the Eye. Perhaps she had not been in a duel, after all?
Then the Magician neared her side, and he saw it. It was not on the hand he'd expected, the right hand. No, it was on her left hand. A left-handed duelist! How strange!
The Dark Magician finally reached her. She stared for a few awkward moments, and then she smiled."Well! I've been expecting a Duel Monsters dream. A Dark Magician, are you? Come sit down, it's beautiful out." She patted the bench beside her. He remembered that he could speak again.
"O-Okay, yes, sure...." He sat down. "What are you doing with that wand?"
"Wand?" The girl blinked. He gestured toward the rod she held in the water. She looked at it, and then smiled in realization. "Oh. This is no wand, magic boy, this is a fishing pole. You catch fish with it. Here, watch." She tugged at the pole; the end was trembling and fluttering, somewhat like the Dark Magician's heart was. He was amazed at how calmly she'd identified him. He guessed that she hadn't remembered yet that she was expecting him.
She gave a great tug, and a large fish came tumbling out of the water, flailing on the shore. The girl stood up again, hopping jubilantly up and down at the sight of the monstrous fish. "Woo hooo!!" She turned to face the Magician, beaming. "Lookit this! Huge, isn't it? Too big to let get away. D'you think you could, you know, flash-fry it? With that pointy stick thing you got there? Make it painless," she added, stepping back.
"My wand?" he said hesitantly, looking from the green staff he carried to the girl, and back again. "I don't know, I've never used my Dark Magic before...."
"Come on," she coaxed. "I've seen your kind do it before, it doesn't look hard. Give it here if you're not going to do it."
"No, no..." he said quickly, fearing for his young mistress-to-be. He didn't yet know the full extent of the powers of his wand, and so it was only reasonable that he should be afraid to entrust it to her. "I'll do it, watch your back." He leveled the wand, aiming for the hapless fish, and concentrated, not quite sure what would or should happen--
There was a flash, and from his wand erupted a beam of...what?... and impaled the fish. A few more seconds cooked it. The girl cheered.
"There you go! That's Dark Magic if I've ever seen it! Way to go!"
He stood up and smiled rather shyly, putting a hand behind his head. By the gods, this girl was full of fire... They sat down, and the Dark Magician, suddenly inspired, did something he'd wnted to do ever since he'd first seen her. He looked at her until she looked back, and placed his delicate hand over her equally delicate one.
"Samantha," he said, staring into her deep green eyes, "I am the Dark Magician that you will recieve this week." Her eyebrows went up. He gave a bare pause, and then went on. "I have desperately wanted to get to know you all day today, and now that I have, I know that it was well worth it." He smiled at her, and she smiled back, a little slower, as she took it all in. "I am bound and determined to make your deck strong enough to defeat your opponents. The spike-haired one and the pharaoh have helped me to get to meet you today," he added. At this, her eyes widened.
"You know Yugi and Yami ?!"
The Magician smiled again. "Yes, and they are the nicest people I have ever met. As nice even as my mistress." His smile was a little wry now, almost mischevious; the girl looked at him harder.
"Your mistress? Me?" she said, pointing to herself. The Magician nodded. She looked surprised, to say the least. "But I'm not your mistress yet!"
"Very soon, I hope." The Magician's disposition was so shy and kind, and yet so full of power, that the girl couldn't reply. Only stare. "I consider you my mistress now."
The girl hugged him; lovingly the Magician returned the embrace. They talked like old friends the rest of the dream, and were very sad when they had to part.
Yugi shook himself to a more wakeful position. The Dark Magician's form stirred; the first sign of consciousness was a smile of pure joy. Yugi was warmed by that. To think that these two could bond even before meeting each other in person....
His eyes slit open. Yugi looked into the Magician's face, to see his reaction. When he could see Yugi, The Magician looked crestfallen, but then he smiled at his young friend.
"How was it?" Yugi asked. The Magician opened his mouth, but all that came out was, "Aieuuaa.... urghhhh!!" He'd forgotten that he couldn't speak anymore. Frustrated, his shoulders sagged, but then he got over it and smiled at Yugi, and nodded brightly, answering the boy's question. Yugi was happy that he'd finally met his mistress-to-be.
"Well," Yugi said, looking at Yami, "it's almost time for this girl to go to school..." he trailed off.
Yami nodded. "So, it's time to return to your card," he stated, finishing Yugi's sentence for him. The Magician frowned, looking at the girl sadly. He wished he had telepathic powers, so he could form his thoughts, which were, But, by the gods, I loved having a body...
Yami stood up. "Yugi," he said, "I need to return the Magician, or his master will be worried about the faceless card in his drawer."
"'Kay," Yugi said, smiling. "Good luck with her," he said to the Magician. The Magician gave a thumbs-up, and appeared by Yami's side.
The pharaoh concentrated, and soon the two were gone. Yugi smiled sadly at where the Magician had been. "What a guy," he said quietly, forgetting that his yami wasn't beside him.
Two weeks later, the girl had given up on Larry. The Magician had been heartbroken when he had visited again. "Not to worry," Yugi said, "Yami told me that card spirits can exchange cards!"
The Magician simply looked confused. Yugi continued. "There is, somewhere, a Dark Magician that, someday, she will get. She won't stop searching until she gets one. Yami and I have met Marik's sister, you know Ishizu," he said, looking at the Magician. He nodded, indicating that he did know her. "Well, anyway, Ishizu's Millennium item can see into the future, and so she has done us a favor and found the Dark Magician that she will recieve. Yami," he said, addressing the pharaoh that had just appeared from Yugi's Puzzle, "bring him in, okay?"
"No problem," Yami said. (A/N:: I've nicknamed the other Dark Magician, the one who Yami is 'summoning', I've nicknamed him Nico, to avoid confusion.) He concentrated, and soon another Dark Magician was beside him. He looked very much like the first, except that he had shockingly white hair and cross-shaped scars on his hands, proof that his master or mistress was a great duelist. The older Magician's crimson eyes bore into the younger Magician's. This Dark Magician was an expert duel monster, the first Magician thought to himself.
Monsters of the same name can telepathically speak to one another, so the white-haired monster said, /Well, hello there. Do you have a name?/
/No,/ the Magician replied, /I have never been in a duel before./
/A monster's first duel determines his name,/ he replied. /My name is Nico, and it means 'dependable'. I shall name you, once I know what kind of Dark Magician you are./ This Magician was obviously older, the Magician thought. His red eyes showed signs of wear at the edges.
/What do you mean?/ the younger Magician asked. /We're all the same./
/You are obviously new,/ Nico said, with a hint of scorn in his mind-voice. (By the way, Yugi and Yami can hear their mind-speech, but they can't join in.) /We may look almost all the same, and we may all have the same attack and defense skills, but it is not that that matters./ Nico came closer, and placed a thin finger on the Magician's chest. Red eyes met blue, and stared deeply into them as he continued. /What matters, young Magician, is that our hearts are different. Our souls are what is different, young one./ The Magician's eyes narrowed, and he moved Nico's finger away.
/Don't call me that,/ he said.
Nico's armor moved up and down as he shrugged. /It's true. Anyway, I've got a name for you now,/ Nico said. /I doubt the mortal or the pharaoh.../ he paused to shift his gaze to Yami for a moment, as if remembering something, (the sight of non-mortal Egyptians stirs something in all monsters' memories) and then continued. /...can pronounce it, though./
/What is it?/ the Magician asked.
/Your name will be 'Nayl'fir',/ he said with a regal air, the origins of which no one could figure out. /which means 'young warrior'./
/Ah, good, I thought it meant something disgraceful,/ the Magician muttered. /Though I'm not sure I feel quite like a 'Nayl'fir'.../
/Then tell me something about yourself, and I will choose two names for you, but not their meanings, and whichever one you choose, is the one you are destined for,/ Nico said, staring at the Magician.
He thought for a moment. /Well... when I was going to get a mistress,/ he said, his face falling just a bit as he remembered how close he'd come, /I was absolutely determined to use whatever power I had to improve her deck.../
/That is enough,/ Nico said. /I have been chosen as your Namer instead of it being chosen in a duel, and so I will proceed in the ancient fashion./ He paused, mentally scrolling through the list of names he'd been given. It took him a while, but finally he chose two.
Nico spoke. /Bradcorh..../ he said, eyes shut as he chose one last name. /...and Rimoku./
The Magician felt... somehow... pulled towards the first name, but the second one sounded better. When he began to telepathically speak, something fell hard into place. He'd started to say one of the names, but something changed it in half-word. It sounded something like, /Rimok- ghhhhh.....errrrrrbbb-bradcorh.../ It was as if the name chose him.
/What was that?/
/Bradcorh,/ he responded, quite sure now. /My name is Bradcorh./ He rolled it on his tongue, quite liking the hard sound of it. It fit him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Me: Finally! My favorite part! The Magician gets a name!
Marik: How. disgusting.
Me: Oh shut up. I was feeling like fluff that day, but I don't get very fluffy, so that's about as fluffy as I get. *points to "fluff"*
Marik: Pffft.
Me: *brandishes rolled up newspaper*
Marik: O.O Okay, okay! It was.. Good, I guess.
Me: ^_^ *looks once again at readers* Now then, you don't have to be forced to tell me how you feel too, do you? *shuffles newspaper around* Mmm hmm hmm.. *sadistic grin* Review please!
