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that?! GEEZ!!!
SIDE NOTE: I'm such a cornball... Why in the world am I SO corny? You know what; you don't have to, but if you want to, tell me why I'm so darn corny. Maybe you have wise advice... Anyway, on with the ficcy! Knowing where I left you, you're probably happy to hear that. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that Bakura also collapsed. Man, I forget about Bakura a lot! Guess that happens, 'cause he's not mentioned a lot in the show, so sorry Bakura- fans!!! He's in there!!!
'It's huge...,' Joey thought to himself. 'WAY huge... I mean, sure, I've seen it before... but I've never faced it. Man... I'm toast!'
The dragon stretched its wings, yawned, and squinted at the three figures in the doorway. Sniffing the air, it gave a roar that nearly shattered Joey's eardrums. He shrank back in spite of himself.
"Well, here we are," the uniformed man began to back out of the doorway.
"Wait... where're ya goin'?"
"Well, obviously, we can't stay here," the little man laughed heartily. "The dragon only trusts its master... and that is not us. It should be you, if you truly are our prince. We will leave you here to test yourself, but if you are not our prince, the dragon shall kill you. Good luck, sir."
And they left poor Joey alone to face the Red Eyes. He gulped and faced the huge creature, but stood back as far as possible. The dragon looked at him curiously. Joey felt relieved that he wasn't close to it.
But suddenly, to his surprise, the dragon unlatched its stall and approached him. Joey felt ready to faint as it drew closer. Soon he felt its hot breath on his face, and he closed his eyes, ready to be killed.
Yes, he could almost feel it now... the flames of the dragon's breath; the claws and teeth as they tore into his skin; the wetness of its tongue.... Wait...
He opened his eyes. The dragon wasn't attacking him at all! It had surprisingly recognized him as master, and it was licking his face like a happy dog. Joey was both relieved and astonished at the same time. He gladly gave the dragon a pat on the nose.
The stable doors opened slowly, and the smiling faces of the uniformed little man and his quiet companion appeared.
"Well, it would seem you were our prince after all. However, I do believe a bit of your memory was lost in your strange but brief illness. Let us refresh your memory for you, my prince. My prince Jonan."
Joey scowled, but he couldn't tell him not to call him that. He had somehow proven himself to be the prince, so he was bound to it. But the name irritated him, so he was a bit edgy as he asked the little man to refresh his memory.
"I am your forever- faithful right- hand. Your Duke, if you will. The Duke Daniel of Florence; the name of your country, my prince. This is my assistant, the ever- silent Messenger. You see, he is the very reason that messengers no longer announce their messages to the receiver. Born without a voice, was he. But he is still ever- faithful and the fastest messenger in all of Europe. Not sure what his name is, as he can never tell us, but we like to call him Arrow. A little phrase to describe his speed, sire."
"I see," Joey answered flatly, still stroking the dragon. "And can you explain to me how this dragon can actually tell I'm the real guy?"
"Ah, the dragons, my prince," Daniel sighed wistfully. "They have a better sense of nature and of beings than any other creature alive. There is something in their intuition that knows. If you had not truly been our prince, this dragon would have eaten you alive. Perhaps you do not seem like our prince, but deep inside you, there must be something so alike to him that this dragon trusts you. Speaking of dragons... I believe it is time for your morning ride."
"Ride?"
"Yes, of course. I suppose I must tell you this... we here in Europe ride our dragons... those of us who have them, of course," he blushed, but cleared his throat and continued. "The rich and the royal are usually the only ones who own dragons. You should be quite proud... yours is the only Red Eyes Black Dragon in all of Europe."
"And I ride this dragon... every morning?"
"Yes. If you are nervous, then please, my prince, do not be," Daniel hastily assured him. "Draiken is faithful and gentle; he will sense this and do his best to show you that there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Draiken?"
"Yes. Every dragon needs a name. They instantly recognize it as their own once they hear it, being the quick- learning, intelligent creatures that they are. This one knew it the day it was born. Now, my prince... are you ready for the ride?"
Joey was still uneasy, but he gulped and nodded.
"Very well. Let us go, then."
Up in the air, atop the dragon, Joey realized that it was much like riding a horse, once you thought about it. Except for the fact that there were no reins to guide the dragon; no saddle whatsoever; and he was also up in the air; it was very much like riding a horse. It soon became easy for him to steer the Red Eyes left and right, up higher, or down lower. He began to relax and enjoy the flight. The dragon, sensing that he was now comfortable, rose higher into the air to enjoy a few aerial tricks. These too, Joey enjoyed. He was almost sorry when they landed.
"You see, my prince? It is not so bad."
"Eh, shut up. I still need some explainin' here, so let's get to it, alright?"
"Of course. Let us settle your dragon for the afternoon and we shall continue."
Once the dragon was settled in, they headed straight for town. Here, Joey was assured that he would find some answers. And he got more than the Duke had promised him. You see, their first stop was the area in which a wealthy peasant lived, a peasant who looked quite familiar to Joey.
"This is the home of Master Kabat, the wealthiest peasant in Florence; perhaps even in all of Europe, but that has yet to be answered. He believes that he is the only owner of a Blue Eyes White Dragon in all of Europe, even though it has been proven that two wealthy merchants in Latvia bargained for one back in France. Oh dear... there seems to be a bit of confusion going on there."
Joey looked closely. There definitely was a bit of confusion. A group of peasants were gathered around the front door, whispering and some even screaming. Joey insisted that they go down for a closer look.
Once down there, they questioned the peasants. Apparently, a group of merchants had come by to bargain for the dragon, but Kabat, seemingly confused, had threatened them and told them to leave him alone. They said that he must have forgotten who he was. This, to Joey, sounded familiar. He went over and knocked on the door.
"I TOLD YOU ALL TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" a voice screamed on the other side. "I HAVE NO USE TALKING TO PEOPLE WHOM I DON'T KNOW!"
"Just as I thought," Joey muttered. Then he spoke to the voice, which could only be Seto Kaiba's. "Hey, Kaiba, it's Joey."
"Wheeler?"
"Yep. It's me alright. I know I'm probably the last person on Earth you'd wanna talk to, but..."
He was cut off by the door opening in his face. Seto Kaiba stood there, dressed in what appeared to be a brown- cloth- shirt, and also the embarrassingly familiar tights, although these were green.
"Thank Duel Monsters you know who I am! I have been here for hours with nobody to talk to at all, and I normally don't want to talk to anybody... I think I've lost my mind in this nightmare..."
"You're not the only one. Man, I have no clue how I got here!"
"Same here. I can't even find Mokuba... it's driving me mad. And what is it with these people trying to bargain with me for my Blue Eyes White Dragon? Some people would just say, 'it's only a card.' But these people are driving me crazy!"
"I hate to burst your bubble, Kaiba... but it's not a card they're after, it's the real dragon,"
"What ARE you talking about, Wheeler?"
Joey craned his neck over to the side. Just as he'd suspected, there was large stable- type thing next to the house.
"Follow me,"
Kaiba followed him to the back, where Joey opened the stable doors and revealed a real Blue Eyes White Dragon. Speechless, Kaiba showed himself back to the house in complete silence.
"What in the name of Duel Monsters is this place, Wheeler?"
"Well, it looks like we're in Europe, from the explanations I've been gettin.' I could explain a bit to ya, if you're prepared to sit down for a while. It's a long story."
"I'm prepared. I just want to know where the heck we are. Come inside. I haven't got the layout of the house memorized yet; we might have to hunt for a place to sit for a while."
"Alright. Let's just get this over with."
And the two entered the house. This was going to be a long day...
SIDE NOTE: Yippee!!! It was longer than three pages!!!! *sniffs* I'd like to thank all the little people that I had to step on to get here... sorry if I was wearing high heels, guys. Sheesh, I'm such a cornball... oh well, we can't have everything in life. Anyway, hope you liked it!!!!!
SIDE NOTE: I'm such a cornball... Why in the world am I SO corny? You know what; you don't have to, but if you want to, tell me why I'm so darn corny. Maybe you have wise advice... Anyway, on with the ficcy! Knowing where I left you, you're probably happy to hear that. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that Bakura also collapsed. Man, I forget about Bakura a lot! Guess that happens, 'cause he's not mentioned a lot in the show, so sorry Bakura- fans!!! He's in there!!!
'It's huge...,' Joey thought to himself. 'WAY huge... I mean, sure, I've seen it before... but I've never faced it. Man... I'm toast!'
The dragon stretched its wings, yawned, and squinted at the three figures in the doorway. Sniffing the air, it gave a roar that nearly shattered Joey's eardrums. He shrank back in spite of himself.
"Well, here we are," the uniformed man began to back out of the doorway.
"Wait... where're ya goin'?"
"Well, obviously, we can't stay here," the little man laughed heartily. "The dragon only trusts its master... and that is not us. It should be you, if you truly are our prince. We will leave you here to test yourself, but if you are not our prince, the dragon shall kill you. Good luck, sir."
And they left poor Joey alone to face the Red Eyes. He gulped and faced the huge creature, but stood back as far as possible. The dragon looked at him curiously. Joey felt relieved that he wasn't close to it.
But suddenly, to his surprise, the dragon unlatched its stall and approached him. Joey felt ready to faint as it drew closer. Soon he felt its hot breath on his face, and he closed his eyes, ready to be killed.
Yes, he could almost feel it now... the flames of the dragon's breath; the claws and teeth as they tore into his skin; the wetness of its tongue.... Wait...
He opened his eyes. The dragon wasn't attacking him at all! It had surprisingly recognized him as master, and it was licking his face like a happy dog. Joey was both relieved and astonished at the same time. He gladly gave the dragon a pat on the nose.
The stable doors opened slowly, and the smiling faces of the uniformed little man and his quiet companion appeared.
"Well, it would seem you were our prince after all. However, I do believe a bit of your memory was lost in your strange but brief illness. Let us refresh your memory for you, my prince. My prince Jonan."
Joey scowled, but he couldn't tell him not to call him that. He had somehow proven himself to be the prince, so he was bound to it. But the name irritated him, so he was a bit edgy as he asked the little man to refresh his memory.
"I am your forever- faithful right- hand. Your Duke, if you will. The Duke Daniel of Florence; the name of your country, my prince. This is my assistant, the ever- silent Messenger. You see, he is the very reason that messengers no longer announce their messages to the receiver. Born without a voice, was he. But he is still ever- faithful and the fastest messenger in all of Europe. Not sure what his name is, as he can never tell us, but we like to call him Arrow. A little phrase to describe his speed, sire."
"I see," Joey answered flatly, still stroking the dragon. "And can you explain to me how this dragon can actually tell I'm the real guy?"
"Ah, the dragons, my prince," Daniel sighed wistfully. "They have a better sense of nature and of beings than any other creature alive. There is something in their intuition that knows. If you had not truly been our prince, this dragon would have eaten you alive. Perhaps you do not seem like our prince, but deep inside you, there must be something so alike to him that this dragon trusts you. Speaking of dragons... I believe it is time for your morning ride."
"Ride?"
"Yes, of course. I suppose I must tell you this... we here in Europe ride our dragons... those of us who have them, of course," he blushed, but cleared his throat and continued. "The rich and the royal are usually the only ones who own dragons. You should be quite proud... yours is the only Red Eyes Black Dragon in all of Europe."
"And I ride this dragon... every morning?"
"Yes. If you are nervous, then please, my prince, do not be," Daniel hastily assured him. "Draiken is faithful and gentle; he will sense this and do his best to show you that there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Draiken?"
"Yes. Every dragon needs a name. They instantly recognize it as their own once they hear it, being the quick- learning, intelligent creatures that they are. This one knew it the day it was born. Now, my prince... are you ready for the ride?"
Joey was still uneasy, but he gulped and nodded.
"Very well. Let us go, then."
Up in the air, atop the dragon, Joey realized that it was much like riding a horse, once you thought about it. Except for the fact that there were no reins to guide the dragon; no saddle whatsoever; and he was also up in the air; it was very much like riding a horse. It soon became easy for him to steer the Red Eyes left and right, up higher, or down lower. He began to relax and enjoy the flight. The dragon, sensing that he was now comfortable, rose higher into the air to enjoy a few aerial tricks. These too, Joey enjoyed. He was almost sorry when they landed.
"You see, my prince? It is not so bad."
"Eh, shut up. I still need some explainin' here, so let's get to it, alright?"
"Of course. Let us settle your dragon for the afternoon and we shall continue."
Once the dragon was settled in, they headed straight for town. Here, Joey was assured that he would find some answers. And he got more than the Duke had promised him. You see, their first stop was the area in which a wealthy peasant lived, a peasant who looked quite familiar to Joey.
"This is the home of Master Kabat, the wealthiest peasant in Florence; perhaps even in all of Europe, but that has yet to be answered. He believes that he is the only owner of a Blue Eyes White Dragon in all of Europe, even though it has been proven that two wealthy merchants in Latvia bargained for one back in France. Oh dear... there seems to be a bit of confusion going on there."
Joey looked closely. There definitely was a bit of confusion. A group of peasants were gathered around the front door, whispering and some even screaming. Joey insisted that they go down for a closer look.
Once down there, they questioned the peasants. Apparently, a group of merchants had come by to bargain for the dragon, but Kabat, seemingly confused, had threatened them and told them to leave him alone. They said that he must have forgotten who he was. This, to Joey, sounded familiar. He went over and knocked on the door.
"I TOLD YOU ALL TO LEAVE ME ALONE!" a voice screamed on the other side. "I HAVE NO USE TALKING TO PEOPLE WHOM I DON'T KNOW!"
"Just as I thought," Joey muttered. Then he spoke to the voice, which could only be Seto Kaiba's. "Hey, Kaiba, it's Joey."
"Wheeler?"
"Yep. It's me alright. I know I'm probably the last person on Earth you'd wanna talk to, but..."
He was cut off by the door opening in his face. Seto Kaiba stood there, dressed in what appeared to be a brown- cloth- shirt, and also the embarrassingly familiar tights, although these were green.
"Thank Duel Monsters you know who I am! I have been here for hours with nobody to talk to at all, and I normally don't want to talk to anybody... I think I've lost my mind in this nightmare..."
"You're not the only one. Man, I have no clue how I got here!"
"Same here. I can't even find Mokuba... it's driving me mad. And what is it with these people trying to bargain with me for my Blue Eyes White Dragon? Some people would just say, 'it's only a card.' But these people are driving me crazy!"
"I hate to burst your bubble, Kaiba... but it's not a card they're after, it's the real dragon,"
"What ARE you talking about, Wheeler?"
Joey craned his neck over to the side. Just as he'd suspected, there was large stable- type thing next to the house.
"Follow me,"
Kaiba followed him to the back, where Joey opened the stable doors and revealed a real Blue Eyes White Dragon. Speechless, Kaiba showed himself back to the house in complete silence.
"What in the name of Duel Monsters is this place, Wheeler?"
"Well, it looks like we're in Europe, from the explanations I've been gettin.' I could explain a bit to ya, if you're prepared to sit down for a while. It's a long story."
"I'm prepared. I just want to know where the heck we are. Come inside. I haven't got the layout of the house memorized yet; we might have to hunt for a place to sit for a while."
"Alright. Let's just get this over with."
And the two entered the house. This was going to be a long day...
SIDE NOTE: Yippee!!! It was longer than three pages!!!! *sniffs* I'd like to thank all the little people that I had to step on to get here... sorry if I was wearing high heels, guys. Sheesh, I'm such a cornball... oh well, we can't have everything in life. Anyway, hope you liked it!!!!!
