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.
Hey, let's make this the chapter that connects everyone with everything...
ENJOY!!!
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Realm of Shadows
In the Twilight Hour
Accept these Souls
And GRANT US THE POWER!!!
-????
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The lights were turned on.
On a cold surface....
You're not dead Vanessa. Not dead. Still breathing...
Was that a dream? Did I actually died? Was it a vision? Why did Pegasus had Yugi's puzzle around his neck? Are my friends still alive? Or is it just someone playing mind games and using me as a sick puppet in their game?
My head hurts...
Get up Vanessa. You're still alive...even though you should be dead.
Funny. I could be sleeping right at home with three cats nuzzling me on a slightly comfortable bed right now and I wouldn't have a care in the world of this game called "Duel Monsters".
Instead, I'm running around in a demented castle about to be killed off by a penguin suited man. Oh yes, did I forget to mention the "White Knight" wants me dead?
Stange enough...so does Pegasus.
Wow, my life is really fucked up. I'm litterally halfway alive and halfway towards dying...
So come on, come on, come on...bury me alive. Bury me alive.
I see two cards and a knife on the floor. I see a painting posted on one of the stone walls, but I don't know of who. I see a desk that has a collection of cards and a book on top of it. Is it a journal? Diary, perhaps?
I see another object coming as I'm still on the floor. My glasses.
I quickly grabbed them and placed them on my face. The room came clearer and I saw everything. I finally got up and picked up the items on the floor. I also made a slight startling revelation...
The card of Cecilia that I found. It was the same picture that was hanging on the wall!! I wonder what artist drew this painting? Did he used tempera or oil paints to give this painting its' lovely beauty?
I can also tell...whoever drew this painting has placed their heart and soul. Whoever made this painting, must really cared for Cecilia even more than I could...
(Too bad that the person who did this self portrait of Cecilia-chan is not me.)
I want to become an artist...so I could do the same thing. I want to release all my deepest feelings on a piece of paper since I am handicap by saying them with words. I don't like talking and when I do talk...no one listens to me anyways.
Maybe that's why I end up talking to myself like a crazy old lady. Yes, that's right, you are a crazy old lady.
"It was I who drew the painting," a voice said.
I then turned around. A child with silver hair and amber eyes was looking at me as he held onto a doll that looked like...
Me? What the hell is going on?
"You..." I replied.
"If you want to know everything and anything about the White Knight," the child began as he held onto the stuffed ragdoll, "the answer lies within the book on the desk."
I placed the two cards in my deck and the knife in my pocket. Then I headed towards the desk. The cards on it had images of people. People I never m...
I felt a slight shiver crawling up my back. Blue Eyes...
The card I found had a picture of the owner who had three Blue Eyes...
Blue Eyes White Dragons, that is.
Highly powerful sofisticated master duelist...MY ASS!!!! He only uses his dragons to scare his opponents. When his opponents show fear in front of his legendary dragons...he had truely won.
I didn't show fear...so I won the duel.
"You're the only one left," the child said, "the only duelist left...the only one the White Knight hasn't plagued...."
Only one left? So these cards were pictures of...
"Duelists," the child replied as he hugged the doll tighter, "the eye has been feeding on the souls of duelists."
And the silver hair boy was right. There were even cards that had Zero and Yugi's pictures placed on them.
So they weren't dead...just turned into cards for a demented man's game.
Well Vanessa, what the hell are you going to do now? You survived being shot and your friends had turned into nothing but playing cards.
What are you going to do?
The journal then flipped itself open, revealing what Vanessa should do.
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The elven warrior watched as the ancient mystic was chanelling his powers. It will take a while, but once the Sterm Mystic was finish, the ritual song shall be fully translated.
The warrior turned his head and looked towards the window. The skies that were covering the city were getting darker and darker. The air felt like it was being choked by darkness. There was another even happening outside. With the aid of the Ancient Telescope, the warrior saw what was flaring up the skies with red, yellow, and orange.
There was a bonfire being held in Toon World. Strange...
Toons never create bonfires. Toon aren't very religious creatures. Something was going on, but what?
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"KILL THEM!!!" the toons cried out, "KILL THE TRADITORS!!! KILL THE TRADITORS!!!!"
It was maddness. The Toons were dancing around a giant bonfire. The flames flicked while the Toons continued their dance as if someone ordered them to dance as puppet on strings. Soon the White Knight will control both the worlds in the realm of shadows and the human world. Duelists and humans will now suffer for turning these mystical creatures into their playing card for a child's card game.
It was the time of wreckoning.
Three straw doll figures were being burned in the massive bonfire, resembling the three who seized the legendary God Card from its' chambers. They will be punished the most.
A Toon dragon was watching the entire scene, not enjoying this akward celebration as the other toons were at all.
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The journal was right in front of me. From where I was standing, it looked like writting in maddness. I placed the cards back on the table and picked up the book. It was written as if someone wanted to carve their message within the pages.
HELP ME
THE EYE IS CONTROLLLING ME
CAN'T STOP IT
BODY HURTS
FEEL PAIN, BUT FEEL NOTHING
WHAT HAS IT DONE TO ME?
WHAT HAS IT DONE TO ME?!!!!
IT WANTS POWERS
FEEDING ON SOULS
GROWING STRONGER
CAN'T CONTROL IT
SOON IT'LL SEEK FOR THE OTHERS
IT ALREADY HAS TWO
FIVE TO GO
THE FINAL ONE HAS BEEN STOLEN!
KILL THE TRADITORS!!!
KILL THE TRADITORS!!!
FIND THE LAST ONE
DON'T LET THE PHAROAH GET A HOLD ON ALL OF THEM
THE PHAROAH FOREVER TRAPPED
CURSED AS A YOUTH
STOP HIM, STOP HIM AT ONCE!
IT HURTS
EVERLONGING PAIN WITH NO REMOSE
I WANT TO BE FREE
BUT I'M TRAPPED IN THE PHAROAH'S CURSE
GWANING AT THE WALLS
IN MY PRISON CELL
CAN'T GET OUT
MUST GET OUT
FORGIVE ME....
I looked at the writting once more. Who wrote this in the first place? I looked up.
"Hey kid..." I began and I saw with my own eyes.
No one else was in the room, save for the painting of Cecilia. What the hell was going on? Where did that kid go?
Forget about the kid, just get out of here and run. Forget everything and save yourself.
Then the room began to darken itself. Black mist was emerging from the floor, summoning forth a dark creature. I couldn't see what was going on and I started coughing. The mist wasn't only covering my eyes, but also trying to suffocate me in the process. A figure apppeared within the mist.
It finally revealed itself, coming out from the mist as he carried a long black staff and drapped in black leather.
The Magician of Black Chaos had return to his master.
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Next chapter: Van vs. Pegasus. You don't want to miss it.
-The Clow Hatter
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.
Hey, let's make this the chapter that connects everyone with everything...
ENJOY!!!
****
Realm of Shadows
In the Twilight Hour
Accept these Souls
And GRANT US THE POWER!!!
-????
****
The lights were turned on.
On a cold surface....
You're not dead Vanessa. Not dead. Still breathing...
Was that a dream? Did I actually died? Was it a vision? Why did Pegasus had Yugi's puzzle around his neck? Are my friends still alive? Or is it just someone playing mind games and using me as a sick puppet in their game?
My head hurts...
Get up Vanessa. You're still alive...even though you should be dead.
Funny. I could be sleeping right at home with three cats nuzzling me on a slightly comfortable bed right now and I wouldn't have a care in the world of this game called "Duel Monsters".
Instead, I'm running around in a demented castle about to be killed off by a penguin suited man. Oh yes, did I forget to mention the "White Knight" wants me dead?
Stange enough...so does Pegasus.
Wow, my life is really fucked up. I'm litterally halfway alive and halfway towards dying...
So come on, come on, come on...bury me alive. Bury me alive.
I see two cards and a knife on the floor. I see a painting posted on one of the stone walls, but I don't know of who. I see a desk that has a collection of cards and a book on top of it. Is it a journal? Diary, perhaps?
I see another object coming as I'm still on the floor. My glasses.
I quickly grabbed them and placed them on my face. The room came clearer and I saw everything. I finally got up and picked up the items on the floor. I also made a slight startling revelation...
The card of Cecilia that I found. It was the same picture that was hanging on the wall!! I wonder what artist drew this painting? Did he used tempera or oil paints to give this painting its' lovely beauty?
I can also tell...whoever drew this painting has placed their heart and soul. Whoever made this painting, must really cared for Cecilia even more than I could...
(Too bad that the person who did this self portrait of Cecilia-chan is not me.)
I want to become an artist...so I could do the same thing. I want to release all my deepest feelings on a piece of paper since I am handicap by saying them with words. I don't like talking and when I do talk...no one listens to me anyways.
Maybe that's why I end up talking to myself like a crazy old lady. Yes, that's right, you are a crazy old lady.
"It was I who drew the painting," a voice said.
I then turned around. A child with silver hair and amber eyes was looking at me as he held onto a doll that looked like...
Me? What the hell is going on?
"You..." I replied.
"If you want to know everything and anything about the White Knight," the child began as he held onto the stuffed ragdoll, "the answer lies within the book on the desk."
I placed the two cards in my deck and the knife in my pocket. Then I headed towards the desk. The cards on it had images of people. People I never m...
I felt a slight shiver crawling up my back. Blue Eyes...
The card I found had a picture of the owner who had three Blue Eyes...
Blue Eyes White Dragons, that is.
Highly powerful sofisticated master duelist...MY ASS!!!! He only uses his dragons to scare his opponents. When his opponents show fear in front of his legendary dragons...he had truely won.
I didn't show fear...so I won the duel.
"You're the only one left," the child said, "the only duelist left...the only one the White Knight hasn't plagued...."
Only one left? So these cards were pictures of...
"Duelists," the child replied as he hugged the doll tighter, "the eye has been feeding on the souls of duelists."
And the silver hair boy was right. There were even cards that had Zero and Yugi's pictures placed on them.
So they weren't dead...just turned into cards for a demented man's game.
Well Vanessa, what the hell are you going to do now? You survived being shot and your friends had turned into nothing but playing cards.
What are you going to do?
The journal then flipped itself open, revealing what Vanessa should do.
****
The elven warrior watched as the ancient mystic was chanelling his powers. It will take a while, but once the Sterm Mystic was finish, the ritual song shall be fully translated.
The warrior turned his head and looked towards the window. The skies that were covering the city were getting darker and darker. The air felt like it was being choked by darkness. There was another even happening outside. With the aid of the Ancient Telescope, the warrior saw what was flaring up the skies with red, yellow, and orange.
There was a bonfire being held in Toon World. Strange...
Toons never create bonfires. Toon aren't very religious creatures. Something was going on, but what?
****
"KILL THEM!!!" the toons cried out, "KILL THE TRADITORS!!! KILL THE TRADITORS!!!!"
It was maddness. The Toons were dancing around a giant bonfire. The flames flicked while the Toons continued their dance as if someone ordered them to dance as puppet on strings. Soon the White Knight will control both the worlds in the realm of shadows and the human world. Duelists and humans will now suffer for turning these mystical creatures into their playing card for a child's card game.
It was the time of wreckoning.
Three straw doll figures were being burned in the massive bonfire, resembling the three who seized the legendary God Card from its' chambers. They will be punished the most.
A Toon dragon was watching the entire scene, not enjoying this akward celebration as the other toons were at all.
****
The journal was right in front of me. From where I was standing, it looked like writting in maddness. I placed the cards back on the table and picked up the book. It was written as if someone wanted to carve their message within the pages.
HELP ME
THE EYE IS CONTROLLLING ME
CAN'T STOP IT
BODY HURTS
FEEL PAIN, BUT FEEL NOTHING
WHAT HAS IT DONE TO ME?
WHAT HAS IT DONE TO ME?!!!!
IT WANTS POWERS
FEEDING ON SOULS
GROWING STRONGER
CAN'T CONTROL IT
SOON IT'LL SEEK FOR THE OTHERS
IT ALREADY HAS TWO
FIVE TO GO
THE FINAL ONE HAS BEEN STOLEN!
KILL THE TRADITORS!!!
KILL THE TRADITORS!!!
FIND THE LAST ONE
DON'T LET THE PHAROAH GET A HOLD ON ALL OF THEM
THE PHAROAH FOREVER TRAPPED
CURSED AS A YOUTH
STOP HIM, STOP HIM AT ONCE!
IT HURTS
EVERLONGING PAIN WITH NO REMOSE
I WANT TO BE FREE
BUT I'M TRAPPED IN THE PHAROAH'S CURSE
GWANING AT THE WALLS
IN MY PRISON CELL
CAN'T GET OUT
MUST GET OUT
FORGIVE ME....
I looked at the writting once more. Who wrote this in the first place? I looked up.
"Hey kid..." I began and I saw with my own eyes.
No one else was in the room, save for the painting of Cecilia. What the hell was going on? Where did that kid go?
Forget about the kid, just get out of here and run. Forget everything and save yourself.
Then the room began to darken itself. Black mist was emerging from the floor, summoning forth a dark creature. I couldn't see what was going on and I started coughing. The mist wasn't only covering my eyes, but also trying to suffocate me in the process. A figure apppeared within the mist.
It finally revealed itself, coming out from the mist as he carried a long black staff and drapped in black leather.
The Magician of Black Chaos had return to his master.
****
Next chapter: Van vs. Pegasus. You don't want to miss it.
-The Clow Hatter
