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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.
Okay. I know that Vanessa means "butterfly" and Alexandra means "helper of mankind", which is what "hope" is.
Henceforth, Vanessa's name in this fic will mean "butterfly of hope". Strange, nee? Oh yeah, and they are the first two names of my actual name too.
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The creature flew into the skies. He was pondering about that young small boy in the game shop. The polite friend of his loyal master who seemed to have the hair color of the Phoenix. That kid did have the scent of the Pharoah, the look of the Pharoah...
But...
That kid's heard was purely innocent. If Demaeter was around, he surely won't swallow that kid's heart even if the kid was the Pharoah.
The creature grinned happily. He can't wait to tell the Dark Magician of what their loyal Master have found. If that kid was in fact the Pharoah....
The creature halted as he was in the air. Shit!
If that kid was the Pharoah, he will be greatly displeased with their Master. The Pharoah should be the ONLY ONE that should have the power of freeing these creatures from what the humans called "cards". Maybe the Pharoah will deal away with their Master with a swift public exicution to teach those that he should be the higher power and not one of the lower class.
Great. The Dark Magician was really going to be pissed off with the imp big time if anything does happened to that girl. The creature then landed onto the paved sidewalk as he shifted his head from left to right as he looked around. Every building the creature saw seemed to look just like the other one. The strange carts without any horses made alarming loud sounds as they drove by.
The creature backed away in fear as he covered his ears. What strange dark carts these were? He looked around, trying to find a way from this strange tourmant of gapping sounds and blinding lights that covered this strange place. Where were the pyraminds? The Nile River? Or the sands?
The creature then gave out a yelping cry.
He wanted his Master.
****
I started to run. Run where?
Feral Imp was another one of my favorite cards. I felt he was getting quite along with my Dark Magician, making the mage feel right at home with the new deck.
I swear if anything happens to this creature...
Pain...
It was covering all over my body. If there was one quality I hate about myself is that I was pyshically weak. I cannot run like everyone else, I cannot bend like everyone...
Perhaps this is why I was picked on a lot in gym class. Everyone teased and hated me because I couldn't run fast. I hated that.
My legs ached as I felt my neck pulsate, chocking the air I've taken within me. My chest starting to thorb with pain at its' sides, urging me to stop this mad running throughtout the city.
But I could not.
I could not stop running. I knew there was a timid cat like imp creature wandering these strange streets on his own. How could a creature created by Acient Egyptian myths survive the streets of the twentith-first century?!
I knew I had to find him, he was more than just a card.
He was my friend.
****
After watching the final two customers leave the show, the owner went over to the cashier. He was amazed of how the townfolk were so serious about a childish card game. He had made a great sale with everyone buying almost everything he had in stock and it was all for a tourament.
Yet he gave a sigh. No one was ever going to become a true duelist if they thought this wasn't just a game. Well, except for the short haired lady who entered the store with an unclear mind. She was talking to his grandson and she abruntly left out of the store.
No one else left the store like that. Everyone was to busy figuring what cards they need to win this small tourament.
The owner noticed something strange about that young lady, ever since the day she walked in to buy her first starter deck. She seemed much interested in how to play the game and the artwork of the cards than who she'll be fighting against with them. Not to mention, she and her friends helped his grandson to get adjusted to this new neighborhood. Now, he know his grandson never asked for friends...yet that lady seem to feel anyone should need a friend.
He turned to face his grandson who was reading another one of his comic books.
"Yugi," he asked, "who was that young lady you were taking to?"
The boy looked up to face his own grandfather.
"She's Vanessa Alexandra," Yugi replied, "she and her friends are really good duelists, but I think Vanessa can do better than her friends, if she has the courage."
"Butterfly of Hope..." he muttered to himself, "what a strange name. I wonder if it'll have any truth to that meaning."
"All I know is that Vanessa always keeps her promises. I wonder why she's going to the tourament, she hates those things."
"I see."
****
The creature began wandering into a strange place. There were tall lushious green trees the sprouted themselves on short clear cut grass. The creature walked on all fours as he looked around.
This must be what an oasis look like.
He placed his nose on the ground. The earth was much different than the green one. He also noticed that there were humans around, but not as many in that werid place. Yet they all wore strange clothing and covered themselves head to toe.
He began to walk, curious of this strange place. The humans looked at him in fear and disgust...afraid of this bizzare winged cat creature.
He lowered his head slowly. He was lonely. When he was in that card form, his Master would always talk with him and the other cards as if...as if they were more than just playing cards.
He then went up and quietly taken a seat on the wooden benches, scaring the humans who were on it. He raised his head as he watched the humans run off. The Feral Imp began feeling bitter about himself as he began to pick a favourite position to make himself feel less uncomfortable.
He wanted his Master back.
The creature was about to get some rest, thinking if he wakes up, his Master will arrive. Yet...
He felt a hand that placed itself onto him. This hand was much different than his Master's gentle touch and yet the owner of this hand was comforting the imp. The creature noticed this hand was calmly exploring...as if the owner never seen an actual Feral Imp before.
The Feral Imp gave a loud purring sound as he felt the hand stroking undereath the imp's chin. The creature wanted to know who this person was. Was he one of Master's friends?
The Feral Imp looked up with his deep blue eyes to see who what this stranger whom had decided to give a warm welcoming to him in this strange oasis.
It was not one of the Master's friends, nor the Master.
****
Every one of Vanessa's friends sighed as their eyes were on the monitors, which held the names of everyone who was partaking in this card event.
Vanessa Alexandra was taken off the list. She shall not participate in the tourament. She had been disqualified for not showing up at all. Jen looked at the others.
"Wow," Jen said, "this is the first time I'd seen Vanessa this late. You think she ditched us?"
"I never knew she was a coward," Steve replied, "Vanessa should have come here. Well, at least we can root for Paul and the others."
"Yeah. I wouldn't be suprised if Paul wins the tourament and goes to Duelist Kingdom."
"If Paul wins this," Nick commented, "then there's no way in hell that anyone can beat him."
"And it'll keep him busy for a while," Nathan said, "we have to see how long this thing last till Paul kicks everyone's ass."
****
I slowly began to enter the park. Every single part of my body was arching in full pain. I don't know if this was because I was running all over the place, seaching for my live Feral Imp, or an instant reminder that I wasn't fully recovered from Tara's and her gang's beatings on me.
Maybe that's why first name means "butterfly". I'm just as weak and fragile as one.
"F...feral..." I cried with a weak voice.
I continued to move foreward, even though every single part of my body urged me to stop. I had to find the Feral Imp. I can't let him...
"Master!" a familiar voice cried out.
I raised my head weakly. It couldn't be...
But it was, the Feral Imp jumped down from the bench and quickly ran towards me. I noticed the green skinned creature leaping towards me and pinned me onto the ground. I was flat on back as the Feral Imp began to lick my face wildly with his soft pink tongue. I pushed aside the imp creature as I tried to sit up.
"Master!" the Feral Imp cried out, "Master!! Master! I'm so sorry about running away like that! I really don't know this place like you Master! I hope you're not angry at me! I know the Dark Magician will when he hears what I did!"
I smiled as I looked towards the creature. I weakly raised my arm and wrapped it around its' neck to give it a comforting hug.
"A-angry?" I muttered weakly and tried to regain my breath, "I was worried sick about you! I thought you were going to get hurt or worse!"
Before I could continue on, I felt a striking pain in my chest, near the chest pocket where I always held my rare Dark Magician card. I quickly went to place my hands on my chest as I winced in extreme pain.
"Master!!!" the Feral Imp cried as he looked towards me.
Someone approached us. He was a tall well dressed gentleman with silver medium length hair. Half of his hair seemed to cover his face as if he was to hide something from us. But what? His other eye was a slight alburn reddish color.
I didn't notice him approaching us. The surging pain continued, much worse than before. I saw flashes of something I didn't want to see.
There was someone, a young male teenager. I even saw his face. His face was in full terror as he dropped his deck. Was this the Dark Magician's previous master? Something then surround the young teenager as he screamed in vain. I could see the movement of his screaming face as whatever that surround this guy was pulling onto something deep from the teenager.
And the teenager's screaming was no more.
I collasped onto the ground. The Feral Imp gasped in horror. He then raised his head at the stranger.
"Please sir!" the Feral Imp yelled, "Please help my Master!!!"
The strange gentleman nodded at the creature and agreed to aid his fallen Master.
****
As I laid unconcious, I was pondering...
Why did the Dark Magician do this? I'm not even near this strange Pegasus guy! Why did he attack me when I near the Feral Imp? Why did he gave me that shocking attack for? Is he jealious that the imp can actual come to life?
I wonder if the Dark Magician enjoys doing this to me. Enjoys turning me into a helpless and defenseless pup in this game of boys, monsters, and cards. Maybe he's laughing now, having a grimmance on his as he watches me wince and tremble with pain right now.
That teenager I saw. If he was the Dark Magician's previous master, what the hell did Pegasus to him that made the Dark Magician hate Pegasus so much?
No. I can't think about that now...what's more important is that tourament. My friends could be in danger! I must go to the tourament and...
The...
****
"T-toura..." I muttered as I was lying on the bench.
"Master..." the Feral Imp whimpered as he looked towards me.
I began to sit up from the bench. My body didn't hurt as much as it did when I first arrived in the park. I quietly moved my head left to right as I placed a hand on it, trying to regain concious. My head started to hurt.
No matter what I do or where I go, there will always be pain. Pain was always there when I needed it and don't needed it. It was a contant reminder that I wasn't really needed in this world...
That everyone hated me, especially the Dark Magician.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
I looked at my watch on my wrist and felt a slight twitch within my own body.
"No!!" I cried out, "The tourament!! Damnit! I'm late!"
I stood up from the bench. I knew my friends were counting in me to appear in that tourament and I had to appeared, thanks to that mere threat! The gentleman looked towards me as he stood right next to me.
"Oh," he began, "you must be one of the duelists around here. Yet you don't seem the very competitive type."
"I was dragged into this stupid tourament," I muttered, "cause my friends would get seriously ingured."
I turned around to face the gentleman. There was something about the way he looked look and acted that didn't seem so trustworthy. For starters, he did not act bizzare about the talking feral imp. Not to mention, it was definately real.
I bowed down towards him. Yet I still couldn't trust him.
"Thank you for finding my...." I began, "fer...er...pet thingie. I wish I can stay and thank you more but I must be off now and meet up with my friends. If there anything I can do to, please tell me."
"There is," he said as he he looked towards me, "I want you to duel against me."
"Maybe not now, but I'll promise you I'll duel you. See ya!"
I grabbed onto the Feral Imp and both of us ran off. The gentleman was smiling as two of his guards appeared to comfront him.
"Boss," on of them asked, "that was a real Feral Imp that girl possesed..."
"Is she..." the other asked.
The gentleman nodded and then looked at his two guards.
"Yes," he replied with a sly smile, "that's the one we've been looking for. Let's make sure she does make it to the tourament."
****
There was a masked gentleman sitting in a darken room. He began placing cards on the table from his deck.
He finally pulled out his favourite card from his deck....
The Dark Magician.
He gave a sadistic smile as he looked at his favoured card. He then looked down at it.
"I hear there's a girl who seems to have the hots for you," he began, "shall we give her a taste of the true power of what black magic really is like?"
The card he held looked towards its' holder, understanding every single word that he had said to it. The gentleman smiled with such delight as he let out his tongue to lick around his own lips.
"I wonder what this girl tastes like," he muttered to himself, "it's rare that virgins get themselves attractive to dark beauties such like yourself, especially with a name that litterally means light."
The masked gentleman laughed to himself. Soon, his perverse fantasies were about to become a very dark reality.
****
The Feral Imp was ahead of me as we were approaching the tourament building. I could not catch up with my imp friend. I pulled out the level 9 Dark Magician from my chest pocket and was looking at the card.
Everytime I try to understand this card, I feel like I'm being pushed father. I wasn't even near this Pegasus guy at all, so why did he unleash a devistating shock?
Who was that teenager I saw while wincing in pain?
I looked at this card with such disconcern. Maybe he really does hate me, just like everyone else does.
I then opened my bag and pulled out my deck. I placed my favoured card along with the rest of the deck. I then placed the deck in my pocket as the Feral Imp was approaching me.
"Master," the Feral Imp said, "what's wrong?"
"Feral..." I said as I looked towards the creature, "you told me the Dark Magician loves me, right?"
"Yep! Yep! I was the first one to notice his small crush on you, Master!"
"If he loves me...why does he let me get so much pain?"
The Feral Imp looked towards his Master and placed his clawlike paw on the side on his face as he sat down and began to ponder.
"The Dark Magician is strange character," the Feral Imp began, "he's one of the Pharoah's favoured creatures. The Pharoah wanted to created an ultimate heartless spellcaster for the Shadow Games. We knew Pharoah was crazy, and we knew he was serious insane when he created the Dark Magician, a highly intelligent and powerful spellcaster...yet a very heartless entity and is forced to listen to his Master's commands. Dark Magicians are not bad creatures. They are only a mere reflection of their Masters' heart and soul."
"So the level 9 Dark Magician I have..." I muttered as my face started to flustered red.
"I guess your heart and soul is really strong and passive, Master. You think we are much more than a deck of cards, Master. You're really are a great person...yet you are weak. I guess that's why the Dark Magician tries to hurt you like this. He doesn't seem to believe that someone like you is really that strong like we all do, Master."
Tears started to run down my eyes as I quickly gave wrapped my arms at the Feral Imp. He looked at me, confused of seeing me crying in front of his face and smiling at the same time.
"Master..." the Feral Imp asked as his ears flickered, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine," I replied as hugged onto the creature, "I feel like blaming myself."
"Don't blame yourself, Master. You'll always be number one in my books."
"Thanks...by the way, my name is Vanessa Alexandra."
"My master is named after a...butterfly?"
I chuckled at the Feral Imp. I always loved his calm witty humor that made him become one of my favourite cards. Both of us began laughing. We finally made it just to the tourament and yet, we still didn't make it.
The doors of the building were opened. This big fussy tourament was finally over...
My friends were exiting from the building along with the rest of people who attended. Jen was the first one to spot us, along with the others. Every single one of my friends were suprised as they saw the creature that was right next to me....
"Vanessa..." Steve asked as he looked towards me, "is that...a Feral Imp?"
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Next Chapter-More "R" dark stuff. Whee!!
-The Clow Hatter
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.
Okay. I know that Vanessa means "butterfly" and Alexandra means "helper of mankind", which is what "hope" is.
Henceforth, Vanessa's name in this fic will mean "butterfly of hope". Strange, nee? Oh yeah, and they are the first two names of my actual name too.
****
The creature flew into the skies. He was pondering about that young small boy in the game shop. The polite friend of his loyal master who seemed to have the hair color of the Phoenix. That kid did have the scent of the Pharoah, the look of the Pharoah...
But...
That kid's heard was purely innocent. If Demaeter was around, he surely won't swallow that kid's heart even if the kid was the Pharoah.
The creature grinned happily. He can't wait to tell the Dark Magician of what their loyal Master have found. If that kid was in fact the Pharoah....
The creature halted as he was in the air. Shit!
If that kid was the Pharoah, he will be greatly displeased with their Master. The Pharoah should be the ONLY ONE that should have the power of freeing these creatures from what the humans called "cards". Maybe the Pharoah will deal away with their Master with a swift public exicution to teach those that he should be the higher power and not one of the lower class.
Great. The Dark Magician was really going to be pissed off with the imp big time if anything does happened to that girl. The creature then landed onto the paved sidewalk as he shifted his head from left to right as he looked around. Every building the creature saw seemed to look just like the other one. The strange carts without any horses made alarming loud sounds as they drove by.
The creature backed away in fear as he covered his ears. What strange dark carts these were? He looked around, trying to find a way from this strange tourmant of gapping sounds and blinding lights that covered this strange place. Where were the pyraminds? The Nile River? Or the sands?
The creature then gave out a yelping cry.
He wanted his Master.
****
I started to run. Run where?
Feral Imp was another one of my favorite cards. I felt he was getting quite along with my Dark Magician, making the mage feel right at home with the new deck.
I swear if anything happens to this creature...
Pain...
It was covering all over my body. If there was one quality I hate about myself is that I was pyshically weak. I cannot run like everyone else, I cannot bend like everyone...
Perhaps this is why I was picked on a lot in gym class. Everyone teased and hated me because I couldn't run fast. I hated that.
My legs ached as I felt my neck pulsate, chocking the air I've taken within me. My chest starting to thorb with pain at its' sides, urging me to stop this mad running throughtout the city.
But I could not.
I could not stop running. I knew there was a timid cat like imp creature wandering these strange streets on his own. How could a creature created by Acient Egyptian myths survive the streets of the twentith-first century?!
I knew I had to find him, he was more than just a card.
He was my friend.
****
After watching the final two customers leave the show, the owner went over to the cashier. He was amazed of how the townfolk were so serious about a childish card game. He had made a great sale with everyone buying almost everything he had in stock and it was all for a tourament.
Yet he gave a sigh. No one was ever going to become a true duelist if they thought this wasn't just a game. Well, except for the short haired lady who entered the store with an unclear mind. She was talking to his grandson and she abruntly left out of the store.
No one else left the store like that. Everyone was to busy figuring what cards they need to win this small tourament.
The owner noticed something strange about that young lady, ever since the day she walked in to buy her first starter deck. She seemed much interested in how to play the game and the artwork of the cards than who she'll be fighting against with them. Not to mention, she and her friends helped his grandson to get adjusted to this new neighborhood. Now, he know his grandson never asked for friends...yet that lady seem to feel anyone should need a friend.
He turned to face his grandson who was reading another one of his comic books.
"Yugi," he asked, "who was that young lady you were taking to?"
The boy looked up to face his own grandfather.
"She's Vanessa Alexandra," Yugi replied, "she and her friends are really good duelists, but I think Vanessa can do better than her friends, if she has the courage."
"Butterfly of Hope..." he muttered to himself, "what a strange name. I wonder if it'll have any truth to that meaning."
"All I know is that Vanessa always keeps her promises. I wonder why she's going to the tourament, she hates those things."
"I see."
****
The creature began wandering into a strange place. There were tall lushious green trees the sprouted themselves on short clear cut grass. The creature walked on all fours as he looked around.
This must be what an oasis look like.
He placed his nose on the ground. The earth was much different than the green one. He also noticed that there were humans around, but not as many in that werid place. Yet they all wore strange clothing and covered themselves head to toe.
He began to walk, curious of this strange place. The humans looked at him in fear and disgust...afraid of this bizzare winged cat creature.
He lowered his head slowly. He was lonely. When he was in that card form, his Master would always talk with him and the other cards as if...as if they were more than just playing cards.
He then went up and quietly taken a seat on the wooden benches, scaring the humans who were on it. He raised his head as he watched the humans run off. The Feral Imp began feeling bitter about himself as he began to pick a favourite position to make himself feel less uncomfortable.
He wanted his Master back.
The creature was about to get some rest, thinking if he wakes up, his Master will arrive. Yet...
He felt a hand that placed itself onto him. This hand was much different than his Master's gentle touch and yet the owner of this hand was comforting the imp. The creature noticed this hand was calmly exploring...as if the owner never seen an actual Feral Imp before.
The Feral Imp gave a loud purring sound as he felt the hand stroking undereath the imp's chin. The creature wanted to know who this person was. Was he one of Master's friends?
The Feral Imp looked up with his deep blue eyes to see who what this stranger whom had decided to give a warm welcoming to him in this strange oasis.
It was not one of the Master's friends, nor the Master.
****
Every one of Vanessa's friends sighed as their eyes were on the monitors, which held the names of everyone who was partaking in this card event.
Vanessa Alexandra was taken off the list. She shall not participate in the tourament. She had been disqualified for not showing up at all. Jen looked at the others.
"Wow," Jen said, "this is the first time I'd seen Vanessa this late. You think she ditched us?"
"I never knew she was a coward," Steve replied, "Vanessa should have come here. Well, at least we can root for Paul and the others."
"Yeah. I wouldn't be suprised if Paul wins the tourament and goes to Duelist Kingdom."
"If Paul wins this," Nick commented, "then there's no way in hell that anyone can beat him."
"And it'll keep him busy for a while," Nathan said, "we have to see how long this thing last till Paul kicks everyone's ass."
****
I slowly began to enter the park. Every single part of my body was arching in full pain. I don't know if this was because I was running all over the place, seaching for my live Feral Imp, or an instant reminder that I wasn't fully recovered from Tara's and her gang's beatings on me.
Maybe that's why first name means "butterfly". I'm just as weak and fragile as one.
"F...feral..." I cried with a weak voice.
I continued to move foreward, even though every single part of my body urged me to stop. I had to find the Feral Imp. I can't let him...
"Master!" a familiar voice cried out.
I raised my head weakly. It couldn't be...
But it was, the Feral Imp jumped down from the bench and quickly ran towards me. I noticed the green skinned creature leaping towards me and pinned me onto the ground. I was flat on back as the Feral Imp began to lick my face wildly with his soft pink tongue. I pushed aside the imp creature as I tried to sit up.
"Master!" the Feral Imp cried out, "Master!! Master! I'm so sorry about running away like that! I really don't know this place like you Master! I hope you're not angry at me! I know the Dark Magician will when he hears what I did!"
I smiled as I looked towards the creature. I weakly raised my arm and wrapped it around its' neck to give it a comforting hug.
"A-angry?" I muttered weakly and tried to regain my breath, "I was worried sick about you! I thought you were going to get hurt or worse!"
Before I could continue on, I felt a striking pain in my chest, near the chest pocket where I always held my rare Dark Magician card. I quickly went to place my hands on my chest as I winced in extreme pain.
"Master!!!" the Feral Imp cried as he looked towards me.
Someone approached us. He was a tall well dressed gentleman with silver medium length hair. Half of his hair seemed to cover his face as if he was to hide something from us. But what? His other eye was a slight alburn reddish color.
I didn't notice him approaching us. The surging pain continued, much worse than before. I saw flashes of something I didn't want to see.
There was someone, a young male teenager. I even saw his face. His face was in full terror as he dropped his deck. Was this the Dark Magician's previous master? Something then surround the young teenager as he screamed in vain. I could see the movement of his screaming face as whatever that surround this guy was pulling onto something deep from the teenager.
And the teenager's screaming was no more.
I collasped onto the ground. The Feral Imp gasped in horror. He then raised his head at the stranger.
"Please sir!" the Feral Imp yelled, "Please help my Master!!!"
The strange gentleman nodded at the creature and agreed to aid his fallen Master.
****
As I laid unconcious, I was pondering...
Why did the Dark Magician do this? I'm not even near this strange Pegasus guy! Why did he attack me when I near the Feral Imp? Why did he gave me that shocking attack for? Is he jealious that the imp can actual come to life?
I wonder if the Dark Magician enjoys doing this to me. Enjoys turning me into a helpless and defenseless pup in this game of boys, monsters, and cards. Maybe he's laughing now, having a grimmance on his as he watches me wince and tremble with pain right now.
That teenager I saw. If he was the Dark Magician's previous master, what the hell did Pegasus to him that made the Dark Magician hate Pegasus so much?
No. I can't think about that now...what's more important is that tourament. My friends could be in danger! I must go to the tourament and...
The...
****
"T-toura..." I muttered as I was lying on the bench.
"Master..." the Feral Imp whimpered as he looked towards me.
I began to sit up from the bench. My body didn't hurt as much as it did when I first arrived in the park. I quietly moved my head left to right as I placed a hand on it, trying to regain concious. My head started to hurt.
No matter what I do or where I go, there will always be pain. Pain was always there when I needed it and don't needed it. It was a contant reminder that I wasn't really needed in this world...
That everyone hated me, especially the Dark Magician.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
I looked at my watch on my wrist and felt a slight twitch within my own body.
"No!!" I cried out, "The tourament!! Damnit! I'm late!"
I stood up from the bench. I knew my friends were counting in me to appear in that tourament and I had to appeared, thanks to that mere threat! The gentleman looked towards me as he stood right next to me.
"Oh," he began, "you must be one of the duelists around here. Yet you don't seem the very competitive type."
"I was dragged into this stupid tourament," I muttered, "cause my friends would get seriously ingured."
I turned around to face the gentleman. There was something about the way he looked look and acted that didn't seem so trustworthy. For starters, he did not act bizzare about the talking feral imp. Not to mention, it was definately real.
I bowed down towards him. Yet I still couldn't trust him.
"Thank you for finding my...." I began, "fer...er...pet thingie. I wish I can stay and thank you more but I must be off now and meet up with my friends. If there anything I can do to, please tell me."
"There is," he said as he he looked towards me, "I want you to duel against me."
"Maybe not now, but I'll promise you I'll duel you. See ya!"
I grabbed onto the Feral Imp and both of us ran off. The gentleman was smiling as two of his guards appeared to comfront him.
"Boss," on of them asked, "that was a real Feral Imp that girl possesed..."
"Is she..." the other asked.
The gentleman nodded and then looked at his two guards.
"Yes," he replied with a sly smile, "that's the one we've been looking for. Let's make sure she does make it to the tourament."
****
There was a masked gentleman sitting in a darken room. He began placing cards on the table from his deck.
He finally pulled out his favourite card from his deck....
The Dark Magician.
He gave a sadistic smile as he looked at his favoured card. He then looked down at it.
"I hear there's a girl who seems to have the hots for you," he began, "shall we give her a taste of the true power of what black magic really is like?"
The card he held looked towards its' holder, understanding every single word that he had said to it. The gentleman smiled with such delight as he let out his tongue to lick around his own lips.
"I wonder what this girl tastes like," he muttered to himself, "it's rare that virgins get themselves attractive to dark beauties such like yourself, especially with a name that litterally means light."
The masked gentleman laughed to himself. Soon, his perverse fantasies were about to become a very dark reality.
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The Feral Imp was ahead of me as we were approaching the tourament building. I could not catch up with my imp friend. I pulled out the level 9 Dark Magician from my chest pocket and was looking at the card.
Everytime I try to understand this card, I feel like I'm being pushed father. I wasn't even near this Pegasus guy at all, so why did he unleash a devistating shock?
Who was that teenager I saw while wincing in pain?
I looked at this card with such disconcern. Maybe he really does hate me, just like everyone else does.
I then opened my bag and pulled out my deck. I placed my favoured card along with the rest of the deck. I then placed the deck in my pocket as the Feral Imp was approaching me.
"Master," the Feral Imp said, "what's wrong?"
"Feral..." I said as I looked towards the creature, "you told me the Dark Magician loves me, right?"
"Yep! Yep! I was the first one to notice his small crush on you, Master!"
"If he loves me...why does he let me get so much pain?"
The Feral Imp looked towards his Master and placed his clawlike paw on the side on his face as he sat down and began to ponder.
"The Dark Magician is strange character," the Feral Imp began, "he's one of the Pharoah's favoured creatures. The Pharoah wanted to created an ultimate heartless spellcaster for the Shadow Games. We knew Pharoah was crazy, and we knew he was serious insane when he created the Dark Magician, a highly intelligent and powerful spellcaster...yet a very heartless entity and is forced to listen to his Master's commands. Dark Magicians are not bad creatures. They are only a mere reflection of their Masters' heart and soul."
"So the level 9 Dark Magician I have..." I muttered as my face started to flustered red.
"I guess your heart and soul is really strong and passive, Master. You think we are much more than a deck of cards, Master. You're really are a great person...yet you are weak. I guess that's why the Dark Magician tries to hurt you like this. He doesn't seem to believe that someone like you is really that strong like we all do, Master."
Tears started to run down my eyes as I quickly gave wrapped my arms at the Feral Imp. He looked at me, confused of seeing me crying in front of his face and smiling at the same time.
"Master..." the Feral Imp asked as his ears flickered, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine," I replied as hugged onto the creature, "I feel like blaming myself."
"Don't blame yourself, Master. You'll always be number one in my books."
"Thanks...by the way, my name is Vanessa Alexandra."
"My master is named after a...butterfly?"
I chuckled at the Feral Imp. I always loved his calm witty humor that made him become one of my favourite cards. Both of us began laughing. We finally made it just to the tourament and yet, we still didn't make it.
The doors of the building were opened. This big fussy tourament was finally over...
My friends were exiting from the building along with the rest of people who attended. Jen was the first one to spot us, along with the others. Every single one of my friends were suprised as they saw the creature that was right next to me....
"Vanessa..." Steve asked as he looked towards me, "is that...a Feral Imp?"
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Next Chapter-More "R" dark stuff. Whee!!
-The Clow Hatter
