You're Only Deceived Once
By SariaSubi-kun
SariaSubi: Woot! Oh yeah, I'm back on the anime side. I was really wrapped up in my original fiction, I forgot about my anime! Well, I decided I'm gonna finish YODO before I continue my other fanfics. It's easier that way. Lucky you!
::looks at audience and realizes doll labeled "SV" and a little fairy are the only ones there::
SariaSubi: sweatdrop Eheheheh…..
Chapter 14
Odeon shifted in his long violet cloak uncomfortably for a moment then turned away. "Please, Ayako," he croaked. "Put your contacts back in."
Matsu pouted but did as she was told, then putting her glasses back on. The two proceeded to the train station.
When they were on the train, Matsu kept looking up from the magazine she had bought at the station at the tall Egyptian. I swear to whatever god he believes in, that guy never friggin' smiles.
"Soooo," she droned, "what does good ol' Master Malik want with meh?"
His gaze didn't waver from the window. "He has business to discuss with you. Much towards, I think, your involvement with the Pharaoh." It was obvious Odeon was trying to speak to her as little as possible.
Matsu grinned. "Aw, Odeon, are you upset you watched me kiss 'im?"
He shifted in his seat. "No."
"I swear, you didn't ever go for speech and debate in high school, did you?" She chuckled to herself, but it was obvious she wasn't going to make the great stone statue move. Matsu rolled her now-green-again eyes and pushed her glasses farther up her nose. "It's amazing."
He gave her a sideways glance. "What is?"
"For Malik to have such an exciting partner as you. The guy wants to take over the goddamn world, and what do you want, Odeon? To just sit and look at the sky. It really makes me wonder…"
She looked up at him again, but it wasn't the statue her eyes fell on this time. Odeon's dark eyes now blazed at her, his teeth bared as he grit them hard, trying to control his anger.
"How…dare…you…"
But all she did was raise an eyebrow. "Yes, how dare I. That seems to be all I do, doesn't it? I dare to get in your way, I dare to oppose you, I dare to befriend that Pharaoh." She leaned over to him so that their noses were almost touching. "But get this, Odeon. This is a little American comment we all give to each other. It's 'Fuck you, I don't give a shit.' Pretty, huh?" She leaned back in her chair and went back to her magazine. "I have no idea what my item does, but when I find out, some people are gonna get fucked, and if you get on my nerves, you'll be one of them."
Odeon was frustrated beyond reasoning now. "You think that you can stand up against Master Malik, but you don't realize his power."
"Yeah, I do. It's fucking zilch."
"Don't speak about him like that!" he roared, standing up. Luckily, this train has small cabins like the old fashioned ones, and they were alone. Matsu peered at him through the rims of her glasses.
"You know, Odeon, I really want to speak of Malik like that since the slimy bastard really upset me last time I talked to him," she spat, yet not moving. "I know all the shit your family's been through, but to turn around and do shit to other families, such as mine, mind you, doesn't raise such a colorful flag on my side of the field."
Malik was waiting in the boat, which was still in the dock, by the time Odeon and Matsu arrived, escorted by the other Rare Hunters. His eyes were closed, his arms folded over his chest, one hand wrapped firmly around his Millennium Rod. His ears picked up the sound of footsteps coming towards his room. He grinned slightly at the silence from Matsu—she was usually complaining before, during, and after her meetings with him.
Odeon knocked at the door. Malik, his eyes slowly opening, uttered the command to come in, and Odeon and Matsu entered. "I have brought her here, Master Malik," the servant bowed his head.
Malik stood. "Thank you Odeon. You may leave now."
"Yes, master." With another bow, he turned and shut the door behind him.
Matsu yawned and ran a hand through her hair. She looked around the room. "I didn't know you had a boat."
He grinned. "And soon, I will have the world. Which is what we need to discuss." The Egyptian's face turned to seriousness as he took a step in her direction. His violet eyes ran over her quickly; her looks hadn't changed a bit. The still tall, lanky make up, her shoulders slightly slouched, but still didn't hide the well rounded breasts she hid under her tight shirts. When his eyes fell there, he licked his lips and swallowed.
"You…" his voice cracked for a second, his gaze trying to wrench itself from her body. He coughed, heading back towards seriousness. "You seem to have become friendly with the Pharaoh."
She twirled a finger in her hair. "Yeah. And?"
Malik
growled, his hand tightening. "You don't want to get me angry, not now Matsu. I'm already upset as it is, I
don't need to turn you into one of my mind slaves for you to stay out of my
way."
"And
just what am I doing in your way? I like to be reminded."
"One, your quest to rescue your uncle, two, your worthless attempts to get that priestess' body back, and the fact that you just love to be annoying."
Matsu giggled and winked. "Ah, I love that last one."
Malik shivered with annoyance at the wink, but continued. "Matsu. Tell me whose side you are on."
The girl stopped acting bored and faced Malik with seriousness. "Mind if I sit down?"
He nodded and motioned to the chair right beside his. He sat down and crossed his legs, placing his Millennium Rod on the table. It should be safe there for now. Matsu leaned back in her chair and put her legs up on the table. "Now, what was it you said again?"
Malik frowned. "Whose side are you on? Mine, or the pharaoh's?"
She thought for a second, her green eyes staring into space. Then she let out a slow breath. "No one's."
"Excuse me?"
Matsu shook her head more firmly. "I said, no one's. I definitely don't want the Pharaoh to win. But I can't see the world under your rule."
Malik furrowed his brow. "Then whose?"
She shrugged. "Who said this world needs a pharaoh? It's doing just fine without one."
"But that's the thing, Matsu," Malik stood, his voice rising. "I deserve to be pharaoh! My life was destroyed by waiting for that pharaoh. That guy you and Ishizu associate with even says it!"
Matsu sighed and shook her head, standing as well. "What do you want from me, Malik? Your loyalty? You've already taken my uncle, the only answer to my past, and now you want my loyalty?" She whirled around, rage building in her eyes. "Well I say no! I am loyal to no one!" Matsu stared him down, breathing heavily. After her anger spilled out, she calmed herself, touching her burning forehead lightly. "Listen, Malik. I'm not loyal to you, but I will help with whatever I find convenient, alright?"
He nodded, but narrowed his eyes. "And the Pharaoh?"
Matsu glared at him, narrowing her eyes even more than him, as if in a contest with his. "Don't push it, Ishtar. If something with the Pharaoh is convenient with me, maybe him." She looked at her wrist and touched her Millennium Bracelet, and it glowed. She looked back at Malik, then turned towards the door. "I pledge loyalty to none, because none have pledged to me."
Matsu sat bored in the café. She looked outside, hoping to see one of the gang. Then her eyes hardened and she shook her head, her blue strands flying.
Why have I started these thoughts? she observed of herself. To actually wish I would see someone…I do not understand it. Usually my life would be…so devoid of a wanting like this. To want friends by me. More with hurt and hope blended, she looked out the window again. Then down at her tea.
Well, if I want friends, I cannot just sit here and wait. I should go out and find them. She looked out the window of the coffee shop one last time, then got up, putting a five down on the table next to her empty teacup.
She sighed as she walked the streets, the ends of her black coat flapping behind her. Matsu had no success finding anyone or anything worth interest. She looked in her pocket—three locater cards. Obviously, Giruku had dueled one before her. Then why had he said she was his first?
Probably stole the first one, she thought as she rolled her green eyes. Oh well, only three more to go. I can just challenge someone who has three and then just get in. But I can do it the other way, and get more rare cards. She rubbed her chin and grinned. Hmmm…good idea, Matsu.
Matsu looked at her bracelet. "Krita-san?"
The spirit's head poked out of the ring and blinked her large brown eyes. "Whaa? Matsu, I'm tired," she whined.
Matsu sweatdropped. "Eheh, Krita-sa…you kinda can't be tired. You don't have a physical body."
Krita put her hands together and sighed. "Oh, but everything is so taxing on my soul!" Matsu sweatdropped again. Then she brought her eyes back to seriousness. "No, seriously Krita. We must find a duelist so I can get all my locater cards." She looked inside her coat at all the decks and then turned down a corner so she could be alone with the spirit.
"I need to know if any duelist here has a certain card."
Krita's ghost stretched a little more out of the bracelet, before completely reforming into Matsu's size. She leaned on the nearby wall with her. "Sure. What card?"
"Terrorking Archfiend."
Krita blinked. "Why do you want that card?"
"Because I have an Archfiend monster, my Shadow Tamer, and I have the magic card Checkmate. The third of the trio combination needs Terrorking." She blushed in embarrassment and stared at the ground. "I, uh…kinda never found it."
The Egyptian ghost nodded and closed her eyes, folding her hands as if in prayer. Then, in the middle of her two palms, the Eye of Horus appeared. As she lifted her arms, the eye lifted higher and higher into the sky. Matsu watched it soar against the blue dome. It twinkled once, then showed a beacon only the two girls could see in another direction. Matsu's eyes widened at the sight. Krita just looked on and slowly, with her power, brought the eye back down to her hands before it disappeared.
When the whole ordeal was done, Matsu put her hand on her hip and smiled faintly. "Well, then. I guess it's a good thing my past self was an Egyptian priestess."
Krita looked at her seriously. "The duelist here who holds the card you seek is a two miles northwest of here. Her name is Taori."
Matsu blinked. "You mean me and Mai aren't the only female duelists here?"
She shook her head. "No. Taori is not from America. She is a Japanese girl brought up in England. She has come to the United States to compete in this tournament because—"
"Alright, alright, I don't need her biography." Matsu ran a hand through her hair. Jeez. England? I thought Nevada was far. She looked back at Krita. "Well, thank you, Krita-san. I'm gonna go head over there." She took a deep breath. "Though two miles is a bit to walk. Whatever."
"She is looking for a duelist and is heading her east if she is facing north."
Matsu rubbed her chin. "So that means I gotta go west. Alrighty, thanks Krita." As she ran her ringed fingers over the eye on her bracelet, Krita's wispy form slowly dissolved into the air.
She thought for a moment. "I should start moving," she said to the air. Matsu turned out of the alleyway, pondering which way was west. She looked down the street and was about to cross when she saw a familiar pair coming down the sidewalk, the smaller one trudging with a suitcase.
Matsu smiled as she saw Seto Kaiba and Mokuba approach her direction. Wonder if they got a spare limo hangin' around…
= in the manga and I think in the Japanese version of YGO, Shadi says when he appears to Malik after his dark side kills his father (something ELSE the American version leaves out, that the guy is DEAD) that the father's death "was the will of the pharaoh"
Just to add, I might add some stuff in here that is in the manga and Japanese versions, because the American version is uberly un-cool. Malik's voice is all whiny, and Bakura is English! For crying out freaking loud! HE ISN'T ENGLISH!
Okay, this is how it works, direction wise
N
WE
S
Go northwest, then turn around and face North. Your east would be west on the compass rose. Matsu, who was standing in the center, had to head west in order to reach Taori, who was heading her east, which was Matsu's west. Get it?