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. Wheee...we'll get to meet Yugi again!

I'm suprised that I haven't got the creator, Kazuki Takahashi, or die hard Yu-Gi-Oh fans calling me a whore for turning this series as a derange twisted sick view of life within a kiddie show.

And to answer Indigo: No, the Dark Rabbit isn't as smart as the other Toons...he just has a very close bond to Pegasus. Do the words "Funny Bunny" mean anything to you?

Yep, Dark Rabbit was an inspiration from Pegasus-sama's favorite childhood program. At least that what I thought when I was reading Manga version of Yu-Gi-Oh, Vol. 13. So I made the wrascally rabbit a bit knowledgable than the other Toons...but he's still a bad guy though.

And I like rabbits. It was my very first stuffed toy I ever had, a replacement for actual affection from my parents. I still have it, which is why I'm pissed with the writers poking fun at Pegasus and his "Funny Bunny" obsession. *hugs her stuffed rabbit*

Oh yeah, they are six types of suits I know so far for the Black Magician. Here I listen them down below:
Manga Version-Dark blue suit, red rims, green skin, and blonde hair. Has markings at the side of his eyes.
Anime Version-Violet suit, violet rims, peach skin, blue eyes, and violet hair.
Movie Version-Black suit, green rims, white skin, and blonde hair.
Pandora's Black Magician-Dark violet suit, gold rims, dark tanned skin, and silver hair.
Magician of Black Chaos-Tight leather suit, coral straps, light blue skin, violet eyes, and jet black hair. Has markings underneath his eyes and on his chin. (Dominatrix Black Magician O.o;;;??)
Black Mage-Suit and description looks like the anime version crossed over with Rammuah (FF7). Has white bread and mustache. Can't see his eyes though.

Geez. If Discovery wants to do a documentary of the Black Magician...I'm their main cadidate for their research. *nervously grins*

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He was standing in the royal throne room of his Master. He held onto his staff as he looked towards his Master, ruler and creater of these dark popular Shadow Games.

Unlike the other creatures, the Black Magician always stood strong and confident of his great Master. That made him different from the rest of the creatures...

The fact he could think for himself and vow his own life to his loving Master.

"Black..." the young Pharoah said as he looked at his loyal subject, "the time has come."

"What time, my lord?" the Black Magician asked as he bowed down.

"My reign in this game seems to threaten the others, including the people within my court. In order to keep on ruling onto my kingdom, I must control these creatures. Perhaps by sealing all of you into a peaceful slumber."

No...it can't be.

"Seto was right. We are nothing by puppets for your amusement."

"That's not true Black! I'm just saying that perhaps that all of you should be ruled by a Master, not as better as me...but shall take care of all of you."

The magician of the black arts turned around and lowered his head.

"So..." the Black Magician began as he started to shead some tears, "giving all that I had just to be with you...becoming one of the greatest spellcaster in the entire game...."

The Pharoah looked at the Black Magician.

"I'm sorry Black Magician," he said, "in my position and my people threaten by my creatures...I cannot be in love one with one of my creatures. The people will think I'm insane. This is the only way I can protect all of you! Black, you must understand this that..."

Yes, by making us become your pleasure toys and twisted our hearts like a jaggered knife!!!

The Black Magician then started to leave the room. He had enough and didn't want to hear more of this heart-wretching bitter truths that were spewing out from the tri-colored amber eyed Pharoah. The Pharoah tried to stop him, with failed attempts. He thought Masters were better...

But they were never really were. They were only humans with higher greed for power.

Yami...the Black Magician thought ah he clutched his staff, I know you betrayed me...forced me to love another Master, but don't you dare forget...

I shall forever love you.

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Darkness.

It was his new home now. His Pharoah had made it like this. Never will he see those amber colored dark eyes of his loving power crazed Pharoah ever again. He had sealed himself away from the world. Even though the world was praising his image.

He also noticed that a young man began taking notes of this legendary dark game. It was the begining of a very long and tiring task of drawing ever single creature created from the dark tablets ectched years ago.

He was called The "White Knight", the bringer and creater of the realm that all creatures were living now, instead of utter darkness. The creatures felt a sense of belonging when living in a world that was almost identical to the realm that the humans lived.

Especially those sick demented Toons.

The humans called him Pegasus, or his familliar nickname "Maximillion Pegasus". He caused no trouble to the creatures and the creatures caused no trouble to him.

The Black Magician hated Pegasus. Period.

Pegasus stolen his sactum of total darkness. He liked living with the others. He liked the realm as it was before...

Nothing but darkness. Darkness fled everywhere.

The Black Magician looked up in the skies, the only thing that was considered to be dark. Soon the White Knight shall reach a thousand victories...

A thousand human souls...forced to be forever tormented in the Graveyard for the rest of their pitiful lives.

He did not want his new coward hearted Master to become the thousandth victim.

****

Zero looked at me.

"Hey Vanessa," Zero asked, "you look like you're not mood to play. And where's your Feral Imp friend?"

Feral...

"He's at home sleeping," I replied to cover the truth. The Feral Imp was gone. Taken away while fighting the Dark Rabbit in order to protect me.

Stupid Rabbit.

"Oh. That's odd, Feral Imps never seem to be sleeping type, especially yours."

"Yeah, well Feral is."

Zero looked at me again.

"Vanessa," Zero began, "have you ever wondered why you have this power of bringing these cards to life?"

"Sometimes," I said, "maybe having this power means I actually have a purpose in life than being everyone bitch."

"Vanessa..."

"I'm just glad I have friends with me wherever I go now. I really like having friends..."

"Hey, where were you the last couple of days? Some of us were really worried about you."

Worried? Were they really worried about me? No, that can't be. If my parents were worried about where I was, why did they...

I wanted to break down on the spot crying in front of my friend. Instead, I looked back at him and gave him a weak faint smile.

"I was home. Mom needed help in something."

Liar.

"Oh. So, you still want to play?"

"Not really. I fell like my mind is unclear right now for a duel."

"Hey, how about we go to the game store? Maybe we'll boost our decks with some Dark Magicians, nee?"

I chuckled slightly. Zero thought my passion with the Dark Magician was alarming cute and funny. It's not everyday you see a typical duelist to have a deep desire for one of his or her cards.

Or having that card having an extremely deep desire for wanting to be with their loyal Master. One day, I'll probably won't be afraid...

Then again, I am a coward. I'm neurotic. I'm just tired of living in here. I'm depressive and I'm obsessive....

I'm just tired of living in fear.

"All right. Let's go Zero."

And so we started to leave the cafe and headed out towards the local game shop.

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Three figures were walking down a ancient tomb. Two were cloaked in robes while their leader was a young tan man, holding a rare golden object and was leading the way. There were carvings on the walls that were telling the tale that a golden eagle was residing within these tombs, sleeping peacefully and protected the natives from harm.

They have found out who that legendary golden eagle was residing in this tomb was...

The Sun God, Ra.

"Ra!" the man cried out as he raised his object, "I summon you to come forth and present your power, Oh Great God! I have come to don you as it was destined to be!"

The room went entirely dark. The three travellers were looking all over the place. It didn't take no time for the creature residing in the tomb to make itself known. A set of eyes looked down at the three human. A voice, heard to deften sinful men was heard through-out the dark ancient tomb.
"Isthar Clain..." the voice began, "Guardians that protects us from the Pharoah Yami and his vicious court. You have done well in donning my Dragon brother, Osiris, and your sister has done well in donning my Giant brother, Obilisk."

"Yes we have Ra," the man replied as he bowed down, "and I wish to don you as I did with Osiris."

"That cannot be arranged. Only one person is worthy to don us, the God Cards. I have found someone, something from these natives' bloodline has shown me such worthyness to don my power. She is not of this great clan, but she had been proven worthy to accept my power. Therefore, I accept to let this person don me."

What?!

The young man gripped onto this object, glaring at the winged creature.

"You do what I say, ya damned God!!" the man hissed, "My family protected your holy hides for three centuries and yet you refuse my greatest offer?!!!"

"You wish for only victory and not gaining the pontential to wanting the victory," the voice growled, "therefore I cannot accept being donned by you or anyone else in your clain. The Shadow Games were not ways to gain power or control. This is how Pharoah Yami died. No one in the Isthar Clan had shown me that they are acceptable or even worthy of accepting my power."

"How dare you say such things?! After all we do for you!!!"

"Do not anger me, young one. Unless you wish to have the same fate as that descive Pharoah."

The creature was bearing out his talons as he glared at the young man. The man went into a defensive position. If he was going to fight off a God...

So let it be.

"Malik please!" one of the cloaked cried out, "I don't wish for you to end like that!! You must please stop this."

The man then looked at the creature again, lowering his defense. His sister and servant were the only one that truely cared for him...and like a brother, he cared for them as well.

"Very well Ra," he replied with a slight devious smile, "go and don this one worthy of your power, the one you 'accepted' to don you. This person won't last long, whoever she is. And if she isn't proven worthy at all, I wouldn't be surprised if you came crawling back to me for being donned."

"We'll see..." the God replied back at the young man, "we shall see."

****

The door of the local gameshop swung open, letting two of its' local customers come in the store. The owner looked up towards the two and greeted them with a smile.

"Ah..." he said, "your Yugi's friends. He's been worried since you never see him. I'll see if I can get him."

What?! A short 15 year old teenager worried about me?! That...is odd.

"Yo..." I replied as I waved at the owner in a greeting gesture.

Zero looked at me.

"So is this the Yugi that beat the living hell out of Paul in a duel?" Zero asked.

"Yep," I commented, "he wanted to go so badly to the tourament, but he couldn't go."

"Meh, the tourament wasn't that great. Only Paul was actually good from the rest of the players, but you can make a real difference since your creatures do come to life and are definately not holograms."

"Not to mention my Magician of Black Chaos tried to have 'fun' with me."

"Really? What type of fun, may I ask?"

I turned red slightly. No way I was going tell one of my friends about having "fun" with Chaos, especially if the planned "fun" was almost a little too intimate for my taste.

But you gotta love him. If I didn't have him or and other of my creatures, I'll never have such great allies in my duels I play in.

I wonder....

Why do I have this power? I know I have interests in Ancient Eygpt, but I doubt they are stong enough for me to hold this power. If you date back my ancestry, it'll lead you to the time of where Aztecs ruled Mexico with their blood letting rituals and were haltered by the Spainards.

What is its' true purpose of this? Can I use it to help others? But why me? Why out of all the duelists in the world am I the one given the ability to bring these creatures to life?

Why??? Why me?

"Hi!" a familiar voice from behind us cried out.

Both of us started to freak out. I turned around to see who it was.

And to my suprise, it was the kid. Sweet innocent little kid with light violet eyes and had a golden triangle around his neck. Sometimes I wonder how a little kid like him got addicted to a game where everyone only cares about power and glory...

Maybe he sees this game different than I see it. Maybe it was only intended to be a game of entertainment.

Zero was looking at the young lad in confusion. This was Yugi?! A tri-colored hair boy with violet round eyes and was almost really short person.

"I'm glad you're back!" the kid cried as he wrapped his arms around my waist, "Your friends never told me where you been."

"Uh..." I began, "thanks?"

The door swung open once more. Two gentlemem in dark suits and wearing shades entered the quante gameshop. Both of them were smiling to themselves, realizing they have found "the boy with the Golden Puzzle" once more.

Who were these people? All three of us and the owner looked at these people.

The two men then went to the side as another figure crawled into the shop. No...it couldn't be.

I watched as I saw what had entered just now. Soft green furlike skin, long lopsided rabbit ears, and clawlike paws. It was the Feral Imp all right!

Yet...it looked like a cartoon version of it? What the??!!!

The creature grinned as he looked at us. Yugi then gripped onto me, almost rubbing his face in me. I guess the kid was afraid of these guys, whoever they were.

"Congradulations!" the imp creature cried happily as his ears flickered, "By Pegasus-sama's orders, you three are to be sent immediately to his mansion at the Duelist Kingdom!"

"What?!!!" Zero cried, "Pegasus?! As in the creator, Pegasus J. Crawford, and highest undefeated Master Duelist ever! He has 999 victories and he wants to meet us?!! Some people from an urban hick town upstate?!"

"Ya got that right, kid! And he's going to meet you. Maybe you three can make him become undefeatable by giving him his 1000th victory."

I saw the look of the Feral Imp's eyes. I knew what does go there, Feral! The only reason that Pegasus remains undefeated because the White Knight comes and kills Pegasus' opponent!! Don't lie!!! I saw those graves and I can hear their screams!! They want out of it but can never get it!!!

Their agonzing screams of terror and wanting to be released from this damnation?!! They keep on their screaming...

Screaming...

SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!

The cartoon imp then looked back at the two gentlemen as he grinned deviously.

"Get them," the imp said, "do whatever it takes, but do get them, especially the boy and the ragweed lady."

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Whoo! Next up...meeting the Creator of the Game and almost near the ending point of this sadistic dark fic. Wheee!

-The Clow Hatter