I still need a title. *sweatdrops*

Note: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh fic that's mostly based on the card game and not on the show. This is a tale of a girl who can never find love...

And the only love she can ever find is a love she can never have. A lot of this is truth, but some of it is highly fictional. Enjoy.

Here are some people you'll already meet but I'll give you more background info.

Paul-This guy is DA MAN...when it comes to card games. No one can beat him in Yu-Gi-Oh, since he has a single Dark Magician and two Summoned Skulls in his deck. Wee hee hee hee!

Diane-A local talent web designer and furcadian/anime artist. She's kind up upset with the Yu-Gi-Oh craze infesting the college campus...yet she's very loyal and friendly to Vanessa and Paul.

Tara-An actual bully from high school. Really teased me a lot, especially when I was hurt. I decided to use her in the fic.

Vanessa-Hey, that's me!

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The Magician is a very powerful card to one for carry. It is represented to be number one in the Tarot and is ruled by the planet Mercury.

Mercury is a very powerful symbol, even some achelmimists used it for trying to solve the infinitate task of turning lead to pure gold.

Whoever holds the Magician is considered to let the holder have high confidence in one self.

Reversed and it's the exact opposite.

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The Dark Magician card had started to emitted a dark eerie glowing from Tara's hands. Tara backed away as she threw the card...

Only to see the glowing card floating right in front of her. Tara's eyes looked at the floating glowing card in pure terror. Something from that glowing card was starting to scare the crap out of everyone. All the others backed away...

No one ever saw this before. Tara turned back as she looked down at the fallen me.

"Vanessa!!!" Tara yelled out, "What is your stupid playing card doing?!!"

I really couldn't see what going on so I couldn't reply to her. Or perhaps I was ignoring her and saying in her face that she should pay for her vicious assaults that are rightfully hers.

"Vanessa!!!" Tara yelled again, "This isn't funny!!!"

I closed my eyes and passed out due to the immense bruises that were one me. Everything then went black...

I don't know what happened to Tara after that.

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The room was surrounded by darkness. The only light was from candles. I opened my eyes weakly as I smelled a scent of some incense burning. I couldn't see where exactly where I actually was but it looked like I was in some temple?

Not just any temple...a temple for Egyptian deities?!!! What the?!!

Okay Vanessa, how can one person go from a local bus stop in Montreal and end up somewhere in Cario in one beating? That's nearly impossible.

I then started to get up as my vision was starting to very slowly to recover. But...I felt I couldn't move. A dark cloaked figure attempted to stop me from getting up.

"Mas...er" it said, "ple... ....st. ...re gra... ...jured."

"W-what?" I replied back. I tried to regain my sight and concious back. I didn't know what the dark figure was saying, but I wanted to see who it was...

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As I woke up, I found myself on a hospital bed. Some of my friends and family were pleased at seeing me waking up.

"Vanessa!" everyone cried out.

"Everyone," I replied as I sat up from the hospital bed, "I have the weridest dream."

"We're just glad you you're all right," Adi commented.

"Man," Eric began as he looked at me, "I have never seen anyone survive a beating like that. You kick ass, Vanessa."

I then placed my hands on my chest. I could not sense or feel that certain card on me.

"My card," I muttered in a slight panic, "my card!"

Nathan then came up to me as he held onto the card. He then walked up to the side of the bed. I smiled to myself as my eyes rested on the dark handsome magician. I bluhed a shade of red and glad he was all right.

"Yeah," Nathan said, "they found this card lying next to you. It was the only card that was in very good condition while you were being beaten up and yet it still is."

Paul then looked at the Dark Magician card Nathan was holding. This card was just like an ordinary Dark Magician card, except...

His states were different....very different.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Paul cried out, "Vanessa!! Your card!!! It's...it's..."

"Paul!" I replied in the same mannor, "What's wrong with my card?!"

"Your Dark Magician card has a defense level of 4800 and attack power of 5300! He isn't a level 7 magic spell caster anymore."

"No...it can't be." I didn't wanted to hear those words. I liked using that certain card in my game. Even if I win or loose the duel, I was still happy...because I had that card in my game. I didn't want to hear that I couldn't use him any more.

Paul then held onto the card as he studied it. He was certain of what he saw as he read those states.

"Most Dark Magician cards are at level 7," Paul said as he looked back at me, "but yor Dark Magician card is far beyond that. I don't know what the heck happened during that beating, but it definately had an affect on this card. He's now a level 9 spellcaster....a level 9 Dark Magician."

"He's a ...WHAT?!!!" was my reply.

I quickly grabbed back my own card once more and studied it with my eyes. Well, I be damned.

Paul told me that in order to play the Dark Magician, you must sacrifice 2 monters from your deck in order to play him. I saw my whole entire deck sacrified in front of my face. Tara didn't ripped my cards to pieces...

Instead, by doing that act; she created my Dark Magician to seriously become, in layman terms...one serious bad fucken son of a bitch (in a good way).

Holy shit. Seriously.

This was not good. If I summon him into game or any game, a regular hit from him will give my opponents a critical hit for a single regular attack!! If I combined him with something else...the damage he'll throw will be massive. I can just play only this card and still win the match.

Was that a good thing?

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They let me out of the hospital a few later, leaving me with some minor yet nasty stitches that were eventually going to recover. I may be out for a while, buit when I'm back...I'll deal with going against Paul.

Anyways, I heard from others that they found Tara, the one responsible for beating me up senselessly. Vile bitch.

She was found in her room, with her lights all on. She was all huddled in a corner, muttering nonsense as she was rocking back and forth back and forth.

"He'll come when the Darkness comes..." Tara shuttered as she was rocking, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! DON'T CLOSE THE LIGHTS!!! DON'T EVER CLOSE THE LIGHTS!!! PLEASE DON'T CLOSE THE LIGHTS!!"

She was sent to the Douglas afterwards. Her parents wondered what had caused such a bossy girl to be so afraid of the dark. Yet they were thankful she wasn't going to be a burden on their shoulders...for a while.

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As I was walking to the new college building, I was looking at the my latest and perhaps my only card savalged from my destroyed deck from Tara's hands.

The level 9 Dark Magician card.

I noticed that he was much more well detailed and more defined than the previous times I saw him. Was he trying to become more realistic...wanting to become an actual real person?

My face started flustered red....a lot.

I look at the card as I looked as if I was looking at a person, not a piece of paper. I held onto it as I tried to control my constant flustering of red.

"Okay," I said as I began to talk to the card, "I don't know what you did to Tara and her flunkies when I was knocked out, but..."

I stopped where was and looked around. I really hated to let anyone know about this. Since there wasn't anyone around, I decided to do something I always wanted to do.

I gently placed the card onto my lips. I pushed my lips onto the card and...kissed the card. This is not how I would expect my first kiss to some...er...something would be like.

You heard me, I puckered my lips onto a playing card. Is that so wrong?!! If there was someone that was watching, he or she would be laughing their heads off over a young lady who's infactuated with...

A playing card!!!! Yet, it really felt nice. I'm not kidding!

I stopped it and returned holding the card in my hands. My face was a shade of a dark red by now.

"Thanks," I muttered weakly, "I really needed your help at a time like that."

I placed the card back in my chest pocket as I continued to head towards class. No one was going to believe that I have a true human relationship...with a playing card!!!

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Okay kiddies, please do not do this to your cards. This is a fic and it should be not taken seriously, even though some components are real!! I just made it up. *sniffle*

-The Clow Hatter