(MR. FUNNY BUNNY CAN KISS MY ASS!!!)

Note: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh fic that's mostly based on the card game and not on the show, sorta. 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. I can't believe I got lots of reviews for Ch. 8, I am happy...but I'm also...

DISGUSTED!!!

Sex is a horrid act! It could be pleasurable and enjoyable, BUT IT IS NOT!! It makes you into a half driven dark luchious beast! Best you have when you're married, the most preferred by the society. Sometimes, I wish I was in the Victorian Era, where sex was litterally ILLEGAL.

I'm sorry for writting these scenes, even though they are part of the fic. I guess I'm guilty of wanting something I can't have, especially when it is something like this! I cannot see this act of pure leachery as a sign of affection.

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It was a dark day.

It was always a dark day.

She was huddled quietly in the corner, shivering. She closed her eyes, hoping her father wouldn't notice her...hoping he will forget about that. Her long brown hair tried to cover her face, trying to hide her tears.

She was dead wrong. He came into her room with the belt in his firm grasp. His eyes glared at the sight of his weaken daughter. She raised her head slowly, trembling in fear as her eyes. Her eyes were so filled with tears, hoping her tears will try to soften his cruel punishment.

"Daddy...I..." she whimpered.

But it never worked. She gave a cry as her father pulled her arm away from her and readied his belt, holding it tightly. Her eyes were reflecting the leather strapped belt as she began crying the clearest tears, hoping it'll all go away...someday.

And that's how I began to fear men.

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Pandora started to freak out. His hands were covered in blood. He quickly threw the glowing Black Magician card, only to see that the card began to take on a form...

A realistic form.

"This can't be!!!" Pandora cried in vain, "Impossible!!"

The other magician dropped the young lady onto the floor. He knew his master was in danger and had sworn his own life to protect his sickly twisted master.

That's the oath of Dark Magicians, even if they were intelligent...they were still forced to protect their Master, no matter how their master treats them. They were just like a mere black pawn in chess.

Finally, what was once a card, was a living breading dark replica of the character. He held onto his emerald staff as the end of it was covered in red blood. He looked towards Pandora with icey violet eyes, grimancing.

The blood from Pandora's face started to fade and his eyes were gapping wide open. Fear had gotten the best of him.

"The..." Pandora stuttered, "Black Magician....Guardian of the Pharoah and Keeper of the Doors of Chaos. It can't be..."

The magician who comfronted him then smiled in delight. He didn't need to give a proper introduction. Pandora's Dark Magician unleashed his devistating attack at this magician.

Yet Pandora's Dark Magician didn't expect that this Black Magician will have effect whatsoever from the attack!!

The Black Magician looked at the two of them as he pointed his staff at their direction.

"You hurt me..." he said in a slight angry tone, "yet, you hurt my precious Master more."

The Black Magician unleashed a devistating attack at the two of them. I couldn't see what happened, but I perhaps wished I had shared their dark fate as well. I closed my eyes as I tried to clutch the floor, waiting for the chornic pain to ease itself...

I should be the one blasted away by that attack as I feel into a quiet slumber.

It was my fault of getting myself into this in the first place.

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So cold....

Why does he hate me so much? Why does everyone hates me?

The little girl was shivering in the corner. What was once a soft lightly coated peach skin...was now covered with striking red whiplike marks. All she can do was cry...

Cry. That's the only thing I could ever do right.

She clutched onto her knees as she stayed in the corner. Some straids of her dark chocolate brown hair feel onto her knees to cover her crying face. Maybe having some emotion inside a person was wrong. Maybe it was right to be only heartless and cruel. What good were emotions anyway?

Then the room went dark.

Most children around her age would run away from it and seek comfort into their mothers' warm arms. There were some children who even slept with the lights on, just so the darkness could not even appear to scare their wits out of them.

Not her. She seemed to be raised in the darkness. Whenever something goes wrong, whenever she feels she, whenever she wanted to escape the screaming of her half crazed parents...

She always run to a very dark corner...and no one would ever find her.

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The cops found the masked gentleman named "Pandora" the next day. They were horrified by the display of sick twisted ritual objects that were scattered all over the place. Candle wax, scrolls, and a jaggerly twisted blood coated dagger...

Some of the cops began to ponder what really did happen here last night.

Pandora's decks of cards were scattered all over the place as well. Some with scratched marks, others torned to pieces, and there were even some cards with blood...

His blood, that is.

The cops finished their slight excating and finally found him. He was huddled ever so closely to a dim litted light bulb as a moth would. He raised his head to reveal a devistating site on his forehead.

Someone...or something carved a symbol, The Eye of Ra, right onto his forehead. He grinned with delight as he looked at the cops.

"The light..." Pandora began, "it will protect me from him, the ruler of Darkness. He will come when the Darkness comes...so PLEASE LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON!!! LEAVE THEM ON FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!"

One of the cops talked gently to the "light craze" Pandora and brought the man to custidy. This was the second akward case of people wanting the lights on because they were serious afraid of "him".

Was there any connections with these two people and if there was....what the hell was it?

****

My head hurts.

At least I didn't feel like my skin was burning with immense pain. I didn't feel the wounds caused by Pandora's devious knives, or that vile sinister lacky molesting me for his amusement. In fact, I couldn't even feel arms or any part of the body from waist down.

I felt like I was nothing. Was I...d-dead? Or is this how people are supposed to feel when we are dead?

Death...

I wanted this feeling for so long, perhaps longed for it more than compassion or lust. I even tried to get at my own gains...but I seemed to be failing. Was there a purpose for me to live a life that wants death and yet not having it? Was I destined to live a normal life like everyone else?

"Yes Master..." a voice replied.

I opened my slightly eyes as if that simple voice managed to command me to awake. This area...it's strange and very unknown to me...yet, it had the darkness. The same type of darkness that always comforted me when I was trying to hide away from all my problems.

I liked this darkness.

Two creatures then approached me. I wanted to get up to see who it was, yet the female creature wanted me to not get up.

"Please," the feminine creature said, "the Magician of Faith and the Dark Magician used their methods of healing you, Master. You must rest in order for their magic to work, Master."

I then turned my head slightly, noticing my arms were all in bandages. I then looked at my right and noticed who were standing at the side of the bed.

A Mystical Elf and a Kuroboh. Was I seeing things?

"W-where am I?" I muttered weakly.

"You're in the Shadow Realm..." the Mystical Elf said, "this place of darkness is what we, your fellow card creatures, call home."

"The S-shadow R-realm? I wanna see this place."

The Kuroboh squeaked lightly as the elf looked towards me. She noticed I wasn't strong enough and I was definately tired, even though I wanted to learn more about about this world.

"You'll see more when you're recovered Master," the Mystical Elf replied, "right now, rest is important. If you need anything Master, Kuroboh shall be gladly to assist you."

"Thank you," I said weakly, "I'm sorry I feel like a burden to you. I should be the one protecting you guys, not the other way around."

"You're not a burden to us Master. We love having a Master like you on our side."

My face turned a shade of red. No one...ever said that to me before.

****

Man-Eater Bugs were serving the drinks in the tarvern. It was how these docile creatures made a living...by satisfying the others with an endless supply of liquoir.

The Dark Magician and the Celtic Guardian were sitting at the table, talking to each other. The elven guardian looked towards the magician as he placed his glass on the table.

"You brought someone from their world into our world?" Celtic Guardian began, "Man, if the Pharoah was alive...he will definately have your head on a golden platter in his main baquet if he gets a load of this!"

"Such a pity his soul was encased in a puzzle that was stolen," the Dark Magician replied as he lower his head, "yet...sometimes, I feel like I'm missing him. Perhaps, that's why I carry a strong bond to these masters. They remind me so much of him, especially her."

"Hey Dark! Do you have to remind you he wrecked your heart and toyed with it?! If he admitted his feelings for you, maybe we all could live happy lives with the humans than living in this Shadow Hell! But we all knew Yami was crazy when he dare thought we should be his mindless slaves as he takes over the universe!!"

"But can we really live aside with these humans? I saw one of my brothers used to hurt others. If we all finally break free from this world, will be only used as manipulative means of destroying others?"

"At least we have humans that respect us, like our Master."

The magician's face slightly turned red. His Master...

"I wonder if she has someone," the Celtic Guardian pondered, "she's quite a lovely figure for someone like her and a virgin too! Now that's a first."

"She doesn't have anyone," the Dark Magician muttered.

"Then I guess she wouldn't mind if I flirted with her."

"I don't think we should try to take advances on our Master's feelings..not when she's at a state trying to recover."

"Why not?"

The Dark Magician looked at his felow comrad with a serious look on his face.

"Our Master was assaulted by a creature like us," Dark Magician said, "mostly a male. She always had a fear of males, and what Pandora did to her just intensify her fears. She'll have to stay here for a few days till she can fully recover from her wounds. I wonder what could have caused that fear of the opposite sex."

"But what if the other humans notice her disappearance? They'll try to find her and soon our freedom will be gone once they found a gateway to the Shadow Realm."

"Don't worry, I have the Time Magician working on that situation. We shall be safe from other human interfearance."

"I hope you're right Dark. I really hope you are..."

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Paul couldn't believe it. Somehow, playing those games, teaching Vanessa how to become his underling, gainning those ten star chips by dueling against the professionals, and flawlessly winning with ease...

He placed his heart and soul in this card game. He was determine to win with whatever he had to show to the pros.

All he needed was to defeat this guy and he could walk away being a legend....

Yet it was all he did for this game was for nothing. Nothing....

Paul looked at his cards. His remaining HP was 200, his opponent's HP was still in the thousand, 1135. He trembled in fear as he was holding onto his cards. No one ever defeated him so badly, so horriblely, so humiluating...

Paul helplessly watched as his entire deck, of summoners and magic spells, was shamefully slaughter and masacured without mercy by a bunch of....

Toons.

And yet, his opponent wanted Paul to continue playing...playing it it the very end.

"You were so wonderful in the tourament," his opponent said as he held his cards, "yet, you're now playing like a weak pup."

"Knock it off!" Paul cried out as he played the Dark Magic Curtain to summon his Dark Magician, and descreased his HP, leaving him with a 100. Vanessa gave Paul faith in the mystical Dark Magician card. If the Dark Magician couldn't wipe out these damned toons in one shot, then all was truely lost.

"Dark Magician!!!" Paul cried out, "Attack, now!!!"

The holographic magician nodded and unleashed his attack. His oppenent just smiled as he placed a card to counter the magestic Dark Magician.

Paul's face went from a soft dark coat of tan to a entirely shade of white. The counter was a Magic Tube, which sent the Dark Magician's attack strait back at Paul, and Paul took the critical and final blow from his own magician mercilessly!!!

Paul then slammed onto the table as his HP reached to a negative 2400. He had truely lost to an incredibly stupid mistake. He had been a master of Dragons, Summon Skulls, Man Eater Bugs, Fushion characters, and such...

Yet, he neglected the one card that can truely save his life...and his own soul.

His oppenent then began to pull out another card as he smiled. The card he held was glowing strangely.

"Now," he began, "you've played a well game. I think I shall give you a card that should have saved you, than that card."

Paul raised his head, his eyes were wide open as they gazed upon the name of this card. A soul prison card?!! What the fuck was a damn "soul prison" card?!!

"And that card is this," he finished off, "you shall be glad you'll be able to live forever."

"No..." Paul muttered as he forced himself to get up, "You're crazy!!! You're litterally nuts!!! NOOO!!"

Too late. The minute Paul began to leave his seat, the card attacked him, ripping at his flesh as he screamed through-out the room. His body then slumpped onto the ground as a piece of plywood, once alive...now lifeless.

Paul was no more than an empty shell and his oppenent held onto the card, showing Paul trapped in a prison cell...for all eternity.

He chuckled as he held onto this card. This was the 999th soul he had taken. All of the players that dare faced him were strong duelists, yet thanks to this tailsman...they fell too quickly. He could feel the power pulsate from his left eye. The eye began to glow a golden haze, getting stronger by its' latest victim.

Now all he needed was one more soul to fully power this ancient cursed tailsman Shadi gave him.

One more and this nightmare will be over....

Or was it the beginning of it?

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Dun dun dun...

Oh yeah, the little girl that gets beaten up by her dad...that was me. *lowers head*

-The Clow Hatter