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*cries* You guys are so nice to me for reviewing a fic written by an author who never seen and episode of the anime series or manga, but know about the card game. Thankies.

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.

A funny thing I've noticed is that the Dark Magician is there are two colors.

In the anime or US version, he is a powerful dark wielder of magic with shades of violet and perhaps dark blue as his clothing, if I'm not mistaken. In the manga pics, he's deliously evil looking with his suit all blue, the rims red, long blonde hair, and green skin? His staff is still the same emerald green.

Yet strangely, the female version, the Dark Magician Girl, has regular skin colored as anyone else in the series both in cards and manga. Nani?

Oh well, I decided to go with the classical, yet tasteful to the eyes of the level 7 Dark Magician from the US deck version. It was the very first pic I saw of the Dark Magician in the first place and got my attention too. *blushes*

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The Dark Magician card when it's normally called into play was to commonly to devistate the oppenent with vile attack. With a single flip of a certain coin, the magician could easily attack his own maker as well.

This wasn't real! My eyes really were playing tricks on....

I started to get up weakly as I looked up to him. I don't know what to do in a situation. I mean...Paul told me there was some bizzare history about these cards.

But he never told me that the cards ever come to life on you!!! Like this!!

"I..." I muttered, "don't believe this."

He looked towards me with a slight confusion. I quickly backed away from his glance, afraid that he may do one of his signature attacks...on me!!!

"Master," he replied, "there are more important things at stake. Please stop being afraid and listen to what I must say."

I then tried to calm myself down. Sure, this is something I always dream of happening to me...but I heard a certainy in his voice. He knew something was going on around here.

So I decided to listen to him. I think anyone in my position would too. He then looked towards me with his eyes as he wanted to know he was saying something really serious in front of me.

"You have seen that tourament ad?" he asked.

"Yes..." I replied as I nodded back at him, "I heard about a warning to stay away from Pegasus. But is Pegasus a good thing?"

"Not the one who sponsering this crooked tourament."

"Huh...?"

The dark magician held onto his staff as he looked towards me. There was something about his eyes.

"Pegasus J. Crawford, or his common nickname 'Maximillion Pegasus' is a crude and vicious competetor in the duelist 'community'," he began, "I should know better to not mess with him. My previous Master was taken away from me because he lost to Pegasus in a duel against him."

"What?!" I cried out, "Wait on a sec, you belonged to someone else?!! Why didn't you go after him and get rid of Pegasus in one shot?"

"Because I was not strong enough back then. Without a Master to protect us, we cards were near powerless. With all my remaining strength left within me, I managed to escape Pegasus by teleporting my old's Master deck. We hidden ourselves within in a game store, only to be bought by you."

I started turning a shade of red. I remember that game store. There was a nice old man and a strange kid with freakish hair style that were running the store at the time. I wondered where kids get their hair like that. I didn't go and get a certain deck to play this game that was coming a craze on the campus grounds. I only decided to buy a deck to call my own to satisify my curiousity of this game and perhaps enjoy it...

Not going deeply into it, like I am already now.

Yet it was always strange. As I walked passed the display. One of the starter decks always kept on falling from the display shelf. I didn't want to cause the owner such hussle, so I gradually pick up the deck from the floor and placed it back. Yet after I placed it on the shelf, it fell on me again. I did this a couple of times and always having the same result in the end.

You win. I decided to buy that falling deck. I'd never knew that deck was going to give a new meaning on my life when Tara came along to destroy it.

"Master," he said, "I won't let anyone try to hurt you, henceforth...I became much stonger in order to protect you. Please trust me, Master."

Protect me? So that must mean...he was the one that did something to Tara that caused her to go crazy. No, it can't be true...

It can't be.

"But..." I asked, "How can I trust you?"

I didn't know what happened yet I kept myself still, since I was so afraid. I could almost feel my pulse quicken as clutched onto my clothing. I notice him coming closer to me...too close than I thought.

I closed my eyes as I winced slightly, feeling his touch for the first time. It was something I could ever image, yet it was something that I could always fear as well. When he was so cold while dealing away with our enemies, did anyone notice he was this gentle as well or am I the first one?

As I opened my eyes, I noticed the card had returned back to normal and I was holding onto it with my hand once again. I then place the card back in my chest pocket and then quickly pulled out a mirror to see what he had done.

My faced turned an entire shade of red when I found out. That magician left a bruise on my neck!!! But it was not just any ordinary bruises that I mostly get when I'm in a fight with someone.

I heard it's commonly called a "hickey", or reffered to a love bite. A gentle yet hard way of one person to tell another that...

No way Vanessa. What you just saw was just your stress level getting the best of ya. Yeah, that it. The Dark Magician did not come to life right in front of my very own eyes. It was probably some illusion. But...

Whoever he was, he really did get my trust by proving to me that he does love me back, in a rough way.

****

I returned back to the cafe to meet up with the others again. I almost stopped dead right in my tracks. There was someone else in the cafe who was talking to my friends. He seemed to be retaining information from them...but of what?

He then turned around to face me.

"So you must be their 'Vanessa' these people told me," he said, "the one with the very rare Dark Magician card."

I placed my hand onto my chest pocket as I look up at him. Such friends I had.

"Who are you?" I muttered.

"I work for Mr. Pegasus J. Crawford," he began, "he instructed me to insist you to come to this tourament. Who knows, you may end up being victor of the tourament."

"I'm not interested in the tourament. I don't play this game for money. I have something more important than money could never buy."

"Yes and it's that card you have."

"He more than just a card! He..."

"I don't have a clue what you mean by that, but please just do what my master pleases...it'll save us both some trouble."

"But I'm not interested. You can go seduce another lady who's into interested in the money. I don't play the game for that reason."

He then gave a cold glare towards me. I really didn't like this stare towards me.

"Look..." he muttered, "you little cocky urban bitch. Just go to the damn tourament. Otherwise, who knows what'll happen to your friends over there. There could be a slight incident simillair to your beating from Tara that'll be forced upon your friends."

I kept quiet. I did not want to see anyone else to be in that situation. I feel like I was backstabbed in the back to know my friends will be in danger. It was like a quiet surrendering to go along with this riculious duel.

"Very well," he replied, "I shall see you and your friends at that place tomorrow. We wish the best of luck."

He then started to leave. I didn't like the fact he bride me with a threat like that. I never had any friends and I don't want to loose them just because I won't partake in a idiotic event of getting your 15 minutes of fame.

This Pegasus...

Pegasus...

Whoever he is, he reminds me very much of that snobbish rouge Blue Eyes White Dragon dealer a few weeks after my bruises were recovered. Yet that duelist put up quite a well fight.

This guy is just another rich son of a bitch. I don't like him.

One of my friends came up to me. He noticed that I had a very cold and almost dark face as I was watching that butler type guy leave the cafe.

"So I'm guessing you're coming," Popo said.

"I guess I'll come," I replied, "I wonder if I could use the Dark Magician to raise a little Hell in that tourament and cause a masacue of souls and tourment in one day."

"Uh Vanessa, have you been staying near that card alone for a bit too long? I know that you love him like that, but have you ever told him that he's just a card?"

"Popo!! It's not his fault! I just I have a very deep hatred of these touraments."

"I see. Well there's one thing we'll know about this thing."

I turned around and faced him.

"What's that?" I asked

"This Pegasus guy really wants to meet you," Popo replied, "and you're not as good as Paul."

****

There was I dream I had after that long school day. I felt asleep on the couch in the basement and began dreaming one of those dreams where a dark brave and quite handsome knight arrives to rescue his fair maiden. Such tales always fantize my romantic dreams and they still do.

Yet I was dressed in my regular clothing and I started to noticed I was being held by chains. Where did thes chains came from? Who kept me held like this?

I noticed a door opening as I stood there, binded by chains. The Black Knight had arrived. I look towards him as he was approaching me. My face turned red.

That wasn't a Black Knight...it was the Dark Magician who had taken a form that looked like a knight!!! What the?!

How did a powerful black mage become an extreme godlike knight?

These cards must be hiding something from me. Something I didn't know. Something I should know.

"Dark Magician..." I said as I looked up at him, "is that you?"

He nodded. I smiled at him, my face was turning red.

"I'm glad it's you," I replied, "thank you for coming here. Could you at least get me out of these chains?"

He then agreed to do so. Yet...there was some laughter. It did not come from my Dark Knight and it wasn't from me. We were both looking around, wondering where that laughter was coming from.

Then another figure came around. He was another knight. Yet he was clothing and his armour was all white. His helmet was almost looked like a head of a white stallion, yet one of his eyes was purely made out of gold.

The Dark Knight turned to face this White Knight as he stood, holding onto his emarld crusted sword in his hand.

"Pegasus..." the Dark Knight replied.

I looked at the White Knight. This was the Pegasus I was forced to stay away from? He doesn't look so harmless.

I was so very wrong. The White Knight unleashed some strange power from his golden eye. The attack blinded the Dark Knight and the White Knight quickly dissapeared from his site.

When the Dark Knight regain his sight back, he wasn't aware of the White Knight coming from behind him and giving him an ill fateful blow with his own diamond encrusted sword.

My heart almost stopped. I watched in horror as I saw the Dark Knight collasping onto the ground. Blood began to ran from his body. No...it can't be.

"Dark Magician!!!" I yelled out as I tried struggling from my chains.

The White Knight was grinning as he placed his sword back in his. His eyes were in delight of the sweet wine colored blood that was covering his blade. My eyes were on the fallen body of the Dark Knight, hoping to see that he was alive...

There was not a singal sign of any signs of life, or faint breathing. Strands on his long violet hair fell upon his lifeless face.

The Dark Knight was no more. No...no...

The White Knight then approached me, licking his lips. I began to struggle from these chains once more. I almost felt my heart beating to the same rythem of the White Knight's footsteps coming closer.

He then stood in front of me as he cupped my face in on of his gloved pearly white gauntlets. I shivered slightly as I felt his tongue slide softly and downwards from my cheek.

"Without your precious cards," the White Knight said, "you are such a meaningful duelist. Yet...I admire someone who truely knows how to play the game, and doesn't boast that either he or she is well in this game."

No...

I knew this White Knight was definately not my saviour!!! NO!!! I didn't want to know what was going to happen next. He held me tightly as I closed my eyes. I was helpless and vunerable to his grasp. I could feel his touch almost everywhere around my body, violating it. This could only mean one thing...

Dear God no....

I let out of a scream of pain in the room as I knew I couldn't escape the White Knight. I was a prisoner trapped in a boy's card game. Not only did it take my heart...

But my very own soul as well.

****

I started to wake up. Angel, my cat ran up to me all looked at me with such worry.

I sat up and realized it was just a dream. I lied down back on the couch once more.

There was a tourament I had to go to and I hate touraments.

****

I'm gonna let yopu all take a wild guess on who the White Knight was.

-The Clow Hatter