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.

After reading the description of Pegasus from Indigo, I think I found a pretty damn good reason why Pegasus wants that powerful, yet mysterious handsome lvl. 9 Dark Magician card in his grasp...

That card can come to life on his own, without any technology used from Kaiba Corp.

Oh yeah, and the Dark Knight and White Knight dream...that was based on actual dream I had I few days ago. Yeah, I have fucked up dreams like that. The difference my actual dream and the description of it in the fic is my clothing. In my actual dream, I was wearing a pearly white princess gown...a dress that I won't normally wear.

Yay! Some characters from the TV show will make an apperance in here.

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It was a place the "friends" called home. Whenever their Master did not need them, they were free to do whatever they want in their own realm. This realm was where ever monster that was a card on earth can breath and move freely as they were living beings. There wasn't anything as a human...

You were either a elven, imp, demon, summon, swordsman, trap destroyer, dragon...

Or a magician. A Dark Magician, to be exact.

The Dark Magician was sitting at the table. He was trying to avoid the others since he was the "first one".

The first one to see the "other world"...the world where the Masters and the Creator of these creatures lived.

He turned his head as he violet eyes gazed upon one creature that managed to find him. He was a bizzare imp creature that seemed to be a creature fused with a cat and rabbit. He flew slowly and cautiously near the Dark Magician. He then landed a few inches next to the seated magician.

He placed his clawlike hands onto the table, both of them were trembling with fear as he looked up and faced the Dark Magician with his sapphire eyes.

"I...I..." the creature stuttered, "I h-heard y-y-you s-saw o-our m-master."

"Feral Imp..." the Dark Magician muttered, "are you trying to act scared so you can bride me to take you with me when I meet our Master?"

"N-no!! N-no!!! I don't want t-that!! I n-never w-want t-t-that!! B-but..."

"But...?"

"W-what d-does o-o-our m-master...l-l-look l-l-like?"

The Dark Magician raised his head as he gaze at the ceiling. The Feral Imp leaned foreward, wanting to hear every single word the violet armoured cloaked magician had to say.

"Our master does seem very weak on the outside," the Dark Magician began, "a faint coward at times. She nearly had a heart attack seeing me in her realm. Yet, there is something about her that wants me to protect at all costs, wanting me to risk my own damned life...just to be with her."

"Are y-you..." Feral Imp asked, "in l-love with our M-master?"

The Dark Magician's face turned a shade of red. He quickly faced the green demonic kitty...er bunny imp.

"Impossible!!" the Dark Magician cried out with a flustered red face, "Our duty is to protect our Master, no matter how they treats us! It's our duty to fight in the line of honor..."

"And love!" Feral Imp grinned.

The Dark Magician's face was painted a shade of red thoughout the whole day. The others couldn't figure out why their powerful magician had that red face.

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Today was the big day. I was walking down the streets, carrying my bag.

Whoopie. I felt like having a root canel than being dragged into this tourament by a mere threat. I then held as I clutched onto my deck of friends. I couldn't seem to call them "cards" anymore. They helped me with a lot of duels and made me feel confident in myself.

So...why am I not going straight towards the damn tourament? I know I can beat everyone there! Especially with my lvl. 9 Dark Magician.

Pegasus.

I had more confidence in a pack of playing cards than I do in that guy! There was something about that multi-millionaire duelist that made me curious of wanting me to know him...

But it always wanted me to back away, as if there was something lurking behind that aristocratic guy...something dark and sinister.

My mind started to wonder of who really is this Pegasus guy. What did he look like? Could he be trusted? Why the hell would a rich bastard like him would serious get into so much fustraition just to meet me in the first place?! I'm not like Paul!!

If that butler didn't decide to "go threaten the lives of my friends" to get my attention, I swear I could have been home in bed, sleeping my ass off!

I really need to get my mind on this little bloody rich son of a bitch. The tourament is in two hours from now. I got to clear my mind from this. I need some rest, I need some food...

I then started to walk past a store. I stopped and raised my head slightly as I looked up to see what store it was. I then placed my deck away in my bag. My mind perfectly came to an understanding of what I must do now.

I need to shop.

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"So many souls he collected," a voice said, "yet not strong enough to bring the Eye to full power."

He was gazing and pleased at the collection of souls the man with a golden eye had collected during the first time he meet him in Egypt. Soon, the eye will become powerful enough and the End of Man shall become a true existance.

And those Christians thought all we need is to believe in one God. Where shall their "God" be when the end arrives to destroy what this "God" has created? You sent him to death and now he shall reap the harvert of your souls!!

But...

The spirit was angry. How did one mortal girl managed to turn the "cards" into true living beings of flesh...without the aid of the legendary items?! If Pegasus gets a hold of this girl, he will stop collecting souls since this girl can bring him what he truely desies!!!

Life to these cards.

The spirit grew relentless. That girl must die before Pegasus gets a chance to meet her. More souls must be collected for the Eye.

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As I entered the shop, my eyes began to wander around. What attracted me to this card game was the interesting artwork from these cards. I asked Paul if I could play with him and he told me to buy a starter deck and he'll show me how to play. So I did and a few extra cards to go along with it.

How was I supposed to know that a few days later from buying that deck, that bitch Tara will come and destroy it in a way to humilutiate me?

Yet...

My face flustered red as I stood still in the game shop.

So I hold, perhaps the only one, a level 9 Dark Magician card that can come to life. I know I gotta be dreaming since this can't be true...

I then placed my left hand onto my neck. That bruise was still there. If the Dark Magician isn't real, then why did he...

Why did he...? My face was going much redder than before. My mind was trying to scream at me that he wasn't real. That it had to be just something I dreamed up from the stress of college, that damned tourament, and everyone else telling me where I should go in l...

Yet...

My heart still couldn't believe that was only just a dream. Maybe I was sick when I ran into the graveyard yesterday. Maybe my vis...

"HI!!!" came an euthusiatic cry from behind me.

I gave a slight shock of suprised as I lost my track of what I was thinking. I almost started to fall down onto the floor. This time I caught myself from falling and turned to see who it was.

It was the boy. The same boy I saw in the shop when I bought my first deck. Normally, I see this boy staying away from custumers. I wonder why that kid was so naive when I left the shop. (I noticed he had some golden object around his neck, which had the Eye of Ra. Where did someone like that get that item? Should it be in a historic museum?) Maybe he was still trying to fit here or maybe he didn't like the fact that most of these duelists that play the game only do it for the money.

It took, Paul, Steve, and me to help this young lad to get out of his shyness, not to mention there are duelists that do play for the game, and not for the money. We were suprised that this kid managed to beat up Paul and we were glad of that. Sure, this kid was way younger than all of us...but we did not care. The kid only wanted some friends and players of this dueling game.

"Hello," I said as I gave a smile as I look at him.

"It's a busy day in the game shop," he began, "I heard there's a tourament going to happen. I wanted to go to it, but only college students were allowed to enter. That's werid."

College students?! Why would college students be the only participants in such a tourament?

Then the words of that pesky butler began to strike my head once more.

"Look..." his words began, "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 gritted my teeth slightly as I held my hand into a fist. If anything does happens to my friends, I'll...

"Are you all right?" the boy asked as he looked at me.

"Yeah..." I replied, "I'm only being dragged in dragged in this stupid tourament because of some guy named Pegasus."

"Pegasus?!" The boy cried it out as if the name strucked the young boy in pain.

"Hey kid, you allright?"

I was looking at this kid. There was something definately wrong with this Pegasus if his name could cause a little boy to shiver in pure fear. I held onto the young boy in confort, hoping to ease his pain.

"What's a tourament, Master?" a voice cried out.

Both of us looked around. Where was that voice coming from? The young boy was the first one to notice it.

"Your bag," he cried, "it's glowing!"

Glowing?! But the Dark Magician card was secretly safe in my chest pocket. Unless....

Oh shit!!!!

I quickly let go of the boy and started to open my bag. My worst nightmare was about to come true...

Another card from my deck flew off and began taking on a realistic form! The boy and I watched the card taking a form of a green skinned imp that has features of a cat and rabbit fused into one. He sat in front of me and he raised his head to look at me as a dog would to his loyal master.

"So Master," the creature asked, "what's a touramernt?"

****

Paul, Steve, and the others were inside the building. The place was perfect for any card tourament to be held. Yet there was something odd about this picture.

"Everyone in here is from our school," Diane said as she looked around, "what the hell?!"

"Well not everyone," Jen reminded her, "Vanessa has yet to come."

"I wouldn't be suprised if she chicken out," Nick commented as he look around, "the competition is quite large."

"Vanessa survived a beating," Steve replied, "I doubt she'll back away from this.

Nathan looked around the area. The people who were playing the game seemed to be shouting war cries as if this was more than just a simple card game. No wonder Vanessa hated going to these things, the competition was very serious....even though everyone was from the college.

"If Vanessa doesn't come here soon," Nathan muttered, "she'll be disqualified for not particpitating."

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The creature look at us, getting a little annoyed with us not replying back to him. The boy's eyes almost seemed to light up as he was amazed by seeing one of a monster card coming to life in front of his very own eyes!

"Are you..." the boy asked, "a Feral Imp?"

The creature then looked at the tri-color hair youngster. He noticed those colors on the boy's hair was the exact same color of the Pharoah who created these creatures in the first place. Nah, it couldn't be. The kid was way too short and seemed so innocent. The Pharoah was dark and deciptful, not to mention when the Pharoah takes over, all his creatures will be his mindless slaves.

The creature looked around the area. Time surely has changed and the Feral Imp wanted to know just how much.

"Ya got that right shorty," the Feral Imp replied, "I belong to your friend next to you. She's my Master and she cares for all of us deeply. Well, the Dark Magician seems to really in love with her but he doesn't want to admit it."

My faced started to turn a shade of red once more. In love?! Did this furry demonic creature think what I thought he just said?! Thew creature then looked around and found the exit of the shop.

"If you're not going to tell me where this tourament is Master," the Feral Imp began, "then I'll just have to find it myself! See ya at the tourament, Master!"

The imp began to spread out his wings as he began to flap. Both of us watched as we saw the bizzare like animal like demon rising up above the floor. He creature then flew straight towards the door, sending a gust of wind back in our faces.

Thank God a lot of a people in the store did not see one of my cards coming to life. They only felt the gusting wind.

I closed my bag and looked at the boy. There was a live card I had to catch up with before the mass media gets a hold of him or even worse...

That Pegasus guy.

But, saving my actual friends or saving my deck of friends. I can't let either of them fall into that guy's grasp...especially when my deck can actually become real.

No, I seriously doubt that was a holographic image of a Feral Imp that flew out of his store like that.

I looked at my watch. There was still time before this damned tourament began.

"I'm sorry kid..." I said as I looked at him, "could you promise not to tell anyone that one of my cards came to life? This is really important that no one else knows about this. Got it?"

"Okay," the boy replied, "but that was cool!!"

"Yeah. Just pretend it was all in your head. I'll come back here after the tourament and I'll tell you more. Now excuse me, I got an imp to catch."

I quickly rushed towards the exit to chase after that damn imp. This was not Ancient Egypt. This was just an ordinary city in the Western Hempshire. That imp would surely get lost in a small city like this!

Yet somehow...I felt the kid in the gameshop seemed to know about this situation more than I did. Was that possible?