("And if there's nothing left to die for...")

Note: 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. Ladies and gentleman, we'll have a horny Dark Magician in this fic, please read with caution.

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The Dark Magician was starting to walk away from the graveyard. He wanted to make sure his previous Master was all right and was ready to go home.

But, he didn't want his Master to leave the realm...yet. Sure, he was destenied to follow orders from fellow Masters. Yet how long will it be till she gets beaten up again? She litterally blames herself for the resent one and she should evenually take the blame and his anger.

Angry? The magician was slight jealious to see a fellow black mage taking advantage on a sweet prize and it was not him. He also saw a side of his Master he never knew she had...

She was petrified of intimacy, shivered in fear from a soft gentle touch. Even when cleaning up her wounds, he had to let the Mystical Elf and the Magician of Faith hold down their scared half to death Master. She was screaming and raving something about wanting to go home, even if her body was ravaged with so many wounds.

Damnit, how can such an ordinary lady be so afraid of something so simple? Weren't girls raised to know about comfort and gentleness? By the looks of his shaken Master's face...

She never learned those things at all. Her eyes were more rounded and wild. She knew what pain was, she knew what the dark was, and she definately knew what fear was...

But...she has no clue whatsoever of what love is. It's funny when you think about it. She probably thinks that kiss was a sign of gratitude, yet her heart thinks otherwise. So, in her oppinion, it's best that she gives you her small gesture of affection than you repaying that gesture back to her.

Love can not be a one sided thing, Master...especially it you tend to share it with someone.

He gave Pandora a crude punishment. Perhaps he'll think twice than to use his magician for his sick perverted tricks.

"So..." a voice cackled, "I am not the only one that wants to be in bed with the virgin vixin."

He glanced around and caught his eyes on a dark shadowy figure. The figure was sitting on one of the gravestone of a fellow Master who was slained by the White Knight. He wielded a black staff that was almost similiar to his emerald one, yet different.

"Black Magician," the figure said, "why don't you become me once more and we shall have have fun with our Master? She sounds really tasty for someone with inexperiance and I'm eager to taste her."

"Lay off!" the magician yelled, "Our Master isn't our sex toy!!"

"Oh. Did I hit a nerve? Maybe I'll probably hit more if I told her what she really thinks about you."

Silence. The violet mage turned over to face his dark sinister half.

"What does she think?" the Dark Magician asked.

"She really has feelings for you Blackie," the figure chanted, "even the sexual perverse ones. Yet she thinks they are wrong. I guess she never had an experiance where it is acceptable to go after someone like that. It's our instict, woman! That would explain why she's such a coward."

"She is. Sometimes I see her creating the most powerful combos to defeat her enemies, and yet she never uses them. I want to yell at her, but she was always yelled at...so it would sound meaningless."

"Hey, you think the White Knight will let us loan his Golden Eye so we can get our Master to actually like sex?"

"If we told him the situation or if he read it from our minds, he'll probably go after our Master for his own sexual pleasure."

"Dang...and we'll be missing out on all the fun."

The violet mage looked towards his sinister dark self as he began to leave the sadistic graveyard.

"What we don't need is getting the Toons and the White Knight knowing our Master is here," the Dark Magician said, "it's been so peaceful in this realm. I wish the humans never messed with things they didn't understand clearly. I don't want my Master to be the 1000th victim of that damned White Knight."

"Then we better go get her," the figure replied, "we can't let our precious sex toy get hurt."

"We? What are you implying? You're not thinking of..."

Before the Dark Magician could continue, the dark figure grinned deviously and leaped towards the violet black mage. The mage quickly fought back, but he couldn't defy his relentless and passive counterpart. He wanted his Master as just as well as his counterpart wanted her.

The powers of darkness started to become one with the destructive powers of Chaos once again.

And there stood, within the graveyard, dressed in tight leather with ravenlike hair and carried the black staff, was the Black Knight from one of their Master's previous dreams that she had. He quickly slide his pink tongue over his blue lips, thinking about just how tasty the Master will be.

But he wasn't called the "Black Knight". He was commonly known as...

The Magician of Black Chaos.

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I quickly sat up. How long have I been stuck in this other realm? I wonder if people actually did worry about me? As if! All I know is that I'll be yelled at by my parents when I return. Why can't they see the best in their own damn daughter?! What the hell did I do to live a life where everyone hates me?!!

Sometimes, I wished the Dark Magician left me there to die. I don't want to live anymore...

The door opened and the Feral Imp paced into the room, yet he wasn't alone. There was another dark creature that followed the imp. The figure wore shoulder harness and carried his sword in its' sheath. It had long black rounded ears as it wore a set of puffy gloves white gloves. By the looks of it, it was nothing more than a rabbit soldier, yet it didn't quite look exactly like an actual rabbit...

It looked like a rabbit I've caught a glimpse on the television. This rabbit always grins deviously and runs into various types of trouble with the law.

"So this is the Master?" the rabbit said as he looked towards me, "She just looks likes every other Master. What makes her different than the rest?"

"She cares for us, that's what!" the Feral Imp cried as he looked at the rabbit, "She is way better than the White Knight and I bet if she fights against him, she'll win with ease!"

"Ha! If she has an item that's powerful than an almost fully charged Golden Eye, then I'll start rooting for her. In the meantime, the White Knight finally found his 1000th victim for the eye to fed on."

"What?! It can't be!!!"

"But it is, Impy."

I looked at the two in confusion. Golden Eye? What the hell was that? White Knight? Could he the same ghastly knight from my dreams that killed off the Black Knight and...

I quickly clutched onto my head, shivering violently as I started to recall that dark dream. My arms were still in bandages, but I was able to move them.

"Please..." I muttered weakly, "don't talk about the White Knight!!! The White Knight with the Golden Eye!!!!! He isn't a saviour at all! He's a merciless killer and sinister seducer!!! We got to get away from him as far as we can!!!"

"Master!" the Feral Imp cried out, "What's wrong?"

I started to get up from the bed. The dark images from that hellish nightmare were swirling in my mind, telling me that I was in danger if I stayed here any longer. I had to get out of here, no matter if I was sore all over.

As I was standing next to the bed, I looked at the Feral Imp and his rabbit friend. My arms were starting to throb with pain.

"Please..." I said, "tell me how to get out of here. I need to get back to my world."

"The Dark Magician will take you back," the Feral Imp replied, "I think I saw him in the Graveyard."

"Then we must go there. I'm sorry I cannot stay here any longer..."

"I know Master. I'll make sure the White Knight will never know that you were ever here!"

"Thank you Feral."

The black rabbit soldier then lead the way out of the room.

"To the graveyard..." the rabbit chanted, "we'll head."

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I had no choice. We followed the sinister demented black bunny out of the City of Shadows and into the Graveyard. I tried to keep up with the two fellow creatures, yet every single limb from my body was relentlessly throbbing with pain. My deck was in my left pocket as I was carrying my bag.

Perhaps the thoughts of the Dark Magician and my cards in danger from this sinister White Knight were the ones keeping me to continue foreward.

We were walking into the graveyard. I noticed the Feral Imp was afraid. I wasn't. I always walked in cemetaries when I was feeling down. I felt a bit of comfort being near row by rows of gravestones. I looked around searching for my beloved black mage, hoping he was all right.

Then my eyes fell upon a certain grave. I stopped cold in my tracks as I saw who it was. The Feral Imp and the Dark Rabbit turned around and faced me.

"Hey Master..." the Feral Imp asked, "what's wrong?"

I pointed to the gravestone for my reply. The two of them then went towards me as their eyes gazed upon the grimson slab of marble. The grave showed an image of a familiar friend. He was considered to be the 999th victim of the White Knight.

It was Paul. My mentor and the one who got me interested in this card game in the first place. He said to me that the Dark Magician was a weak card, I proved him wrong. I fell onto my knees as I felt like I was about to cry as my eyes were on the cold gravestone.

Why is Paul in the graveyard?

I heard he was going to the Duelist Kingdom to face off the creator of this game, Pegasus J. Crawford. His dream was to become the greatest master duelist in this game. In order to do that, he had to defeat Pegasus. I know Paul can do it! Paul had the powers in his hands to defeat almost anything in his path! Paul can defeat Pegasus! I know he did!!!

So...why is Paul in the graveyard?

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The Magician of Black Chaos entered the city, seeking for his beloved master. Soon, he was going to show her just how much his wounded Master mean so much to him. He pondered what her blood will taste like.

Then a figure comfronted the Magician.

"Hate to ruin your fun," he said as he pulled his hat off and placed it on his shoulder, "but your loving master was seen in the graveyard looking for you with the Feral Imp and a Toon creature."

"A Toon?!" the magician cried out. He hated that word more than he hated..."Pegasus".

"You better hurry back to whence you were! We can't let the White Knight get a hold of her, especially with a almost powerful Golden Eye! All he needs is one more human soul...unless you do want him to go after her."

"He better wish he was with his dead wife if he dares lay a finger on my beloved Master!"

"Then be off!!!"

The magician then headed back towards the graveyard via the shortcut. He wondered if he'll make it there. He went faster when he had images in his head of what if the White Knight came there first. He wasn't going let some cocksucker or anyone lay their hands on his virgin bitch!!!

He hoped the Feral Imp was enough protection against the damned Toon.

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"Why..." I said weakly, "why is Paul in the graveyard? Didn't he defeat Pegasus?"

"So..." the Dark Rabbit said, "you know the White Knight's latest victim? Hmmm, he put up quite a battle, but he was just the same like Pharoah Yami...he abused his cards. Soon, with another reckless duelist soul...we shall never be abused by the humans ever again."

The Feral Imp looked up in the darken skies above the graveyard.

"Then it's hopeless for us to befriend humans," the Feral Imp muttered.

"Exactly," the Dark Rabbit chuckled, "now you see why the White Knight wants to control all of the Shadow Realm. Let him control all of it, and all humans that abused us in this wicked game shall be destroyed."

"But...I still like my Master, even though she is a bit like Pharoah Yami. So I won't give up on hope that there can be a chance for us to be with the humans, ya damned Toon!!! I believe my Master shall defeat the White Knight once and for all!"

Feral....

I couldn't believe it. A monster having more faith in me than I did for myself.

The Dark Rabbit glared at the Feral Imp. Never have he been so insulted by a mere pesky imp! He quickly pulled a book from his back. The Feral Imp knew what that book the damned rabbit was holding does. It was how the Toons got in contact with the White Knight, by summoning out...

The Shine Castle, home of the legendary leader of the Toons, the White Knight.

"Oh yeah..." the Dark Rabbit cackled as he began to flip pages in the book, "we'll just see when I take both of you to the White Knight himself! Maybe you'll be his latest souls to steal for the Eye, especially your precious loving Master!!! Gyaahahaha!!!"

"LAY OFF MY MASTER!!!" the Feral Imp hissed as he lunged towards the demented crazed Toon rabbit.

I watched as I saw the Feral Imp tackle the rabbit creature. The sinister rabbit fought back and slashed at the imp with his sword. The Imp replied back, striking scars with his fangs and claws.

The Feral Imp did his finishing move on the damned black toon bunny. He dashed towards the rascally rabbit and shoved him into the book. Yet....

The book also taken the Feral Imp along for the ride. The book then shut itself and disappeared out of my site.

The Feral Imp was no more.

"Feral!" I cried out as I searched frantically for the book, the pesky rabbit creature, and my Feral Imp.

There were nowhere to be found.

"FERAL!!!!" my voice rang throught-out the rows of gravestones. Everytime I cried out that name, the reply came more silent.

I fell onto the ground, rubbing the dirt in my face and mixing it with my salty tears. My hands then clutched onto piles of dirt and grass that it could hold into a fist. I wasn't any better than the White Knight. My wounds started to throb much worse than before.

I am poor Master. I lost one of my creatures because I chickened out. Now Paul is fighting Pega...

For fuck sakes, Vanessa!!! He's dead because you couldn't make it on the tourament on time!!! DEAD!!! It's all your fault!!!

There isn't no such thing as a Duelist Kingdom! It's a deathtrap for people who think they're bigshots of the game! They lost their lives because they wanted power...and their cards were used against them!!!

A deathtrap created by the White Knight!!!

Dark Magician, why didn't you kill me when you had the chance to?!!! Damn you, Dark Magician! Why didn't you let me DIE?!!!!

I cried softly to myself. Crying was the only thing I was actually good at.

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The Feral Imp started to regain his conciousness. He then sat up as he place his clawlike paw on top of his head to ease the throbbing wounds on his head. He was well beaten up, but he can survive these bruises. His Master survived much worse and is alive and well.

He grinned slightly. At least he taught that bloody Toon Rabbit never to mess with a Feral Imp and its' Master, especially if the Master has a really strong bond with the creatures, spellcasters, traps, and magic spells in her deck. Whoo hoo, that rabbit was gonna be out cold for days.

The Feral Imp then looked around. Where the hell did the damned rabbit taken him and where was that rabbit anyways? Whatever this place is, it is really, really pretty looking.

Was he actually in the Shine Castle? But if he is, should the Toons be here in the castle as well? Like the bizarre Blue Eyes Toon Dragon?

He raised his head, lifting his nose in the air. Not a scent of a Toon wasn't around, but he was sure he was in the Master's realm. He smelled the scent of humans everywhere and...

He sniffed the air again. The scent of the White Knight was here??!!! In the human realm?!! No way!!! So that damned rabbit was right! It's so easy to find a new human victim for the Golden Eye if you are in the realm where humans are almost everywhere!!!

Damnit! How long has the White Knight lived in the human realm?! And how long will it be when the 1000 human victim shall be slained?!

Three humans then approached the demonic cat rabbit creature. The Feral Imp kept sniffing, the one in the center of these trio of humans definately had the scent of the White Knight. He looked to see which human it was and his blue eyes widen in horror as he saw who it was.

The one...the one that held the scent of the sinister White Knight, the human that was the ruler of the Toon creatures, and perhaps held the dark mystical "Golden Eye" that held the power to steal souls, human souls...

It was the nice gentleman that found the Feral Imp in the park on the day of the tourament. The silver haired gentleman with amber eyes, yet covered the left side of his face with his hair to hide something from the world.

The gentleman that made the Feral Imp's Master promised a duel if she ever sees him again.

No...it couldn't be, it couldn't be him! He was too kind to be seen as the White Knight! It wasn't him!!

The gentleman looked towards the horrified Feral Imp. The White Knight can do two things; steal human souls and turn creatures into those sick demented sadistic Toons. Since the Feral Imp was not human...

OH SHIT!!! SHIT!!!

The Feral Imp tried to back away from the "no so nice" gentleman. The gentleman pulled out the last book that the Feral Imp will ever laid eyes on.

Toon World.

The Feral Imp was definately no more when his eyes saw that demonic cartoonish-book from Hell.

Master?

No, he never had a Master. His Master left him to fend off the Dark Rabbit on his own...LEAVING HIM TO DIE IN THE PROCESS!!!!

So she must die. Just like the rest of the Masters. All Masters were cold and heartless...

And she was the coldest of them all!!! So she must die by the hands of the "Great Saviour", the legendary White Knight! She must become the last sacrifice to the powerful Golden Eye!

The gentleman then looked at the other two as he presented his latest "Toon" creation, an actual living Toon creature...not a holographic one.

"I give you," he said, "the Toon Imp."

The creature grinned happily as he heard that name. He was going to like being a Toon creature after all and be ruled by the great White Kinght.

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NOOO! Damn you White Knight for turning the smart wise cracking Feral Imp into a Toon! *cries*

-The Clow Hatter