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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. Whoo, I have a devious idea that'll add some of the actual characters from the show. Maybe make it into a romance?

*blushes* Ano...

Anyways, I found out this fictional Dark Magician card I created has higher states than the actual God Cards in the card game, which are at level 12. *sweatdrops*

I'll think I'll leave those states on him. Those numbers randomly popped into my head. ^^;;

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I was in love.

No...

I was in love with...a card. A mere object that could never show any affect back to me. Even if I revealed all my darkest sercets of passion to this ordinary card.

My replies were always the same....

Silence.

I clutched onto my chest as I kept the card almost near my heart.

That was the deep truth of this pretend romanace. No matter how I felt in love with this card, reality and Tara would always quickly bitchslapped me across my face to realized that this is just a card.

A card.

But...

If it was just a card...how did it started glowing and floating on its' own? What did this simple ordinary card do that drove Tara onto the brinks of insanity? (I heard her mind is slowly deterating. She can't even go to sleep with the lights off and she goes into a screaming frenzy of sheer horror when it even gets the slightest bit dark in her room.)

How did this card managed to level up by 2 on his own? And what about that strange dream?

"Mas...er" the voice from the dream reminded me, "ple... ....st. ...re gra... ...jured."

Who was calling me its' "Master"? Could it be...the card itself? Impossible!! This is nothing but an ordinary playing card!!! That what everyone is telling me! It can't be alive...

Well, it's not alive...isn't it?

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I really couldn't think straight as I was heading off to school. I couldn't even get my mind straight and it was all about that card. So many odd events happened to me that I dunno is they are connected to my level 9 Dark Magician. I am in love with it!!! I can't allow myself to think that this card will do such horrible things to protect me! It just can't be!!

It won't be!!! I can't believe it!!!

I wish someone can give me an answer for all of this.

Then a paper was blown straight at my face as if it heard my thoughts. I was almost in a struggle as I pulled it off my face. I quickly managed to get it straighten up as I got a glimpse of the writting onto it.

It was an ad for a Yu-Gi-Oh card tourament. Winner will win a fairly amount of money and will be able to enter the Duelist Kingdom.

Hmm, typical. I thought this card game I got hooked on won't be a quick scam to make money off all. Everyone I tend to see, other than Paul, Bryan, or Steve, that were playing this game were trying to make a quick buck off of it. Like "I'll duel you for 20$".

I like playing against those players, and with the help of Paul's deck, they always went away crying like babies and very deep holes in their pockets. No one could believe I was a pretty good duelist...for a girl. But at least with their earnings, I managed to rebuy my destroyed deck and evem more cards as well. At least I wouldn't have to be always borrowing Paul's or Byran's all the time.

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Man, does the whole world know that I carry probably the only level 9 Dark Magician on me at all costs?

There was time that a certain guy wanted me to fork over my handsome Dark Magician if I lost a battle to him. He was a snobbish character cold hearted type and always attacked with that fricken Blue Eyes White Dragon card. (That bloody fucken card really pissed me off. Grrr...)

Oh, so he wants my attractive magician into play, now does he?? I figured by sacrificing two of my own creatures and used a share the pain combo so that two of his creatures were also sacrificed as well, that jerk forced me to finally got my Dark Magician into play (after a grueling battle of fending off that damned trio of white dragons!!!).

But, when he saw my lovely level 9 Dark Magician's card states...

Let's just say he got badly beaten up in the duel...BIG TIME!!

He told me to shut up about this slight lost by not telling this to anyone that was in the "community". He was a well respected duelist and he didn't want to the "community" to know he was defeated by an urban girl and her cards.

As he left, which I may never see him again, I clutched onto my favoured card. I felt that someone was watching this battle...someone that I didn't know.

I don't like that.

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I looked at the ad once more. I wasn't going to go to this tourament. Normally, when I get smacked in the face with something, there is a reason for it.

This paper gave me no reason to come to an event such as that. So, why bother going to a...

Then as I gaze upon a name, I felt a striking shock through my body.

"Stay away from Pegasus, master!!!" I heard a voice in my head saying that to me. It was the same voice from my dream!

I winced a little as the paper fell down onto the floor from my grasp.

Where did that shock come from or that voice? Was if from the...nah. I looked around to see if I stepped on something. Yet there wasn't anything at all. What the hell was going on?

I then began to rush towards the college. I felt that there wasn't something right.

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There was an butler at the phonebooth. He had noticed my slight running away from reading that cumbled paper. He was in the phonebooth as he held onto the phone...awaiting for the other person on the line to pick up the phone.

Then the person did and the butler began to talk on the public phone.

"Mr. Pegasus sire," the butler said, "your plan of hosting a tourament in this city doesn't seem to attract the one that holds that powerful Dark Magician card. Should I see to it that girl comes?"

"You may if you must," the voice replied, "I even invited her friends to enter the tourament. Make sure that she comes to the tourament. I'll do whatever it takes to get that card."

"Of course sire. Her friends may convince her. I shall see to it that they do."

The butler then hunged up from the phonebooth and then began headed to where that girl was heading...

College.

****

As I entered the cafe, I've noticed my friends were gathered about a poster that was about that card tourament. Not this again.

But that voice....

It warned me about Pegasus. Pegasus?! Wait on a sec, isn't that a winged horse that was born by Medusa's blood and in Posidon's ocean. That winged horse helped a lot of people after it was born and saved lives.

So why was that voice warning me about that? Isn't Pegasus a good thing?

Fran then went up up to me.

"Hey Vaness," Fran asked, "going to compete in the tourament?"

"No," I replied as I looked at her, "I don't want to make money from this game."

"Why?" Jen whined as she looked towards me, "It'll be fun for you cause nothing can defeat your Dark Magician card, especially if he's a level 9 one."

"Yes," Steve commented, "you can actually obliberate your opponents. May we give you the nickname of 'Dark Magicial Girl'?"

"Cut it out!" I cried out, "I only use if my opponents want me to use him. I don't want to abuse his powers or he'll think of me as poor cheap duelist!"

"He'll 'think'? Vanessa, are you...."

I started to run off. I didn't want everyone to realize the situation I am in with this certain card. They'll never understand that I am in love with something that isn't real.

"Vanessa!" Fran cried out.

I was gone from their sight before anyone can catch up with me.

****

I was outside of the campus grounds. In fact I was in the center of the nearby cemetary, sitting at the foot at a marbly statue of a man dying and being held in the arms of the Virgin Mary.

No one knew of this place except me. It was my only place at school I could get away from it all. When I first started her, this place was like my quiet santum from the world. The dead always kept me company. I was used to cemetaries and their sullen silence when I was I kid.

Burial grounds and tombstombs always facinate me since there was always a story of a life that used to live once...

And yet there wasn't anyone to listen to.

I pulled out my Dark Magician card from my chest pocket and looked at it. Tears were starting to run down my face as I looked at the card.

"I'm hopelessly in love with a playing card," I whimpered to myself, "am I really that fucked up in the head? I'm such a stupid duelist. All the duelists I meet used their cards to gain money. Am I the only one that really cares for my own cards and plays the game for enjoyment of the competition and not for the money?!"

I then looked at the card and held onto it as there were more tears running down from my eyes than before.

"But you prabably think that I'm really stupid that I care for you," I replied, "or think I'm talking gibberish. Damn, Tara was right all along. My life is really that pathetic."

That where I was proven very seriously wrong.

The card then began to emitted a dark eerie glowing in my hands. It was exactly the very same glow that I saw glowing from Tara's hands a few weeks ago.

SHIT!!!! Get out of here now, Vanessa!!!

I threw the card as I quickly rushed to get up from the ground and began to run. There was no way in hell I was going to end up just as crazy as Tara at the Douglas!

RUN VANESSA!!! RUN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!

I didn't want to look back! I was so afraid. My mind told to just run while my body had no choice but to obey. I thought I was going to die here...I didn't want that.

I don't think I ran that far enough to escape the glowing card. I fell and tripped onto a long staff-like object. I managed to sit up on the ground and looked up to see what caused me to trip onto the ground in the first place.

No way!!! Was I dreaming or was I about to have a repeat of Tara's worst nightmare?

He was floating right in front of me, holding onto his emarald colored mystical staff/rod. I noticed that end of it looked like the blade piece of a sycthe or was my vision going really going screwy on me? He had the exact features of that card. It was looking at a larger image of the profile pic that was normally on the card.

But this was not a card. This was real life, henceforth...somehow, the card managed to have the ability to come to life, maybe on its' own perhaps. I started to feel a pale shade of white and red on my skin.

Oh God...

And I felt that one of us wasn't going be coming alive out of this confrontation...

And it was most likely going to be me.

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Okay, riddle me this, how would you act if a HIGHLY POWERFUL PLAYING CARD from your deck came to life and comfronted you like that?

-The Clow Hatter