The Devil is usually feared, though it can be associated with long-term commitment in relationships. Other associations are not so positive, including lust, anger, and tyranny. It could be a warning to change self-destructive ways.
When the Tower turns up, it is usually the worst of signs. There might a sudden upheaval, perhaps a disaster, though it is possible to emerge stronger. If upside-down, the Tower represents unnecessary suffering.
Kirihara Akaya was usually a truculent troublemaker. Just look at his tennis.
Most people didn't understand that Kirihara's style was just as legitimate a playing style as anyone else's. It wasn't that he wanted to put Tachibana in the hospital, but he would never regret it either.
In any competition, the only thing that matters is winning.
At least Mura-buchou understood. The rest of Kirihara's team, too.
Kirihara refused to lose, which was why he had gone to his captain's house at dawn, knowing that his captain was baking peanut butter cookies.
Even if it choked him, he'd make sure there was none left for Marui.
It had nothing to do with the fact that Yukimura's cookies tasted wonderful even to Kirihara, who didn't like sweets.
It definitely wasn't because Marui had taken his favorite teddy bear, which had been given to him by Mura-buchou. Honestly.
"It's not fair!" Kirihara wailed, cramming cookies into his mouth.
Yukimura smiled gently. Kirihara felt himself melt a little inside.
"Niou was the one who told me to take his precious bubble gum. Why couldn't he take revenge on Niou, or something?" More cookies.
Yukimura smiled gently. Kirihara melted a little more.
"How did he even find out it was me, anyway?" He started on his ninety-ninth cookie and grabbed another one.
A hundred cookies really aren't good for anyone. Kirihara's stomach had been protesting since the forty-fifth cookie and finally decided to give up. It burst.
Yukimura smiled gently. He had been dead for an hour already.
Kirihara had always thought Mura-buchou was too good for this world.
Justice was justice, the search for truth and integrity. Justice reversed is prejudice and bad judgment, even when in the right. When it appears, good fortune may appear as a result of former good deeds.
Like Seigaku's Tezuka, Yagyuu Hiroshi had been doing his homework on this beautiful Sunday.
Unlike Tezuka, he was writing an essay on how the use of corrective lenses was directly related to intelligence and financial fortune.
It would, of course, earn a perfect score.
After finishing up his essay, Yagyuu started his math problems. Rows of perfectly shaped equations filled the page.
Finally, he was done and began reading a book. It had been given to him by a girl in his class, who had recommended it highly. Being a gentleman, Yagyuu had accepted it politely and even planned to spend his entire afternoon, if necessary, reading it.
He opened it and started reading.
By the time he reached the tenth page, his face was an almost pretty shade of green and his eyes behind the glasses had gone wide.
This was one of the most ridiculous romantic novels Yagyuu had ever seen. Why would any girl fall in love with a boy who ignored her half the time and insulted her the rest of the time? He wasn't even sure that the male protagonist knew the female protagonist's name. The flowery prose and exaggerated metaphors only made it worse.
For some reason, a boy with a white cap perpetually on his head popped into Yagyuu's mind. He ignored it.
Despite the feeling of nails being dragged across his body and twisting through his muscles getting worse with each succeeding word, Yagyuu persevered. He would never fail to live up to his reputation as a gentleman.
This horrible excuse for a book would not get the better of him, Yagyuu determined even as the nails stabbing through him changed into knives.
As his eyes drifted shut, though the words were still branded into his brain, Yagyuu still felt triumphant.
But that was alright.
He had finished the book.
Note: the female protagonist's object of affection had never noticed her and went on to bigger and better things. She would stay behind and pine for him forever.
The Magician represents individuality and power, but also trickery and deception. New opportunities will appear, should one have the will and resourcefulness to see them through. However, beware of trusting the wrong person.
Niou Masaharu whistled cheerfully, decimating another person on the tennis courts.
He hadn't even needed to take his weights off.
Life was good for Rikkaidai's trickster. There was no school today; he had tricked the sugar-freak and the brat into a competition of seeing who could steal more from the other, providing endless entertainment for him; and finally, Niou had just crushed the moron who had arrogantly challenged him.
The moron was angry, face shifting from crimson to vermilion to puce and back rapidly.
How dare this rat-tailed guy humiliate him in front of his gang members and girlfriend!
He would make him pay.
"Anyone else want a go?" Niou turned around nonchalantly, feral smile in place. As if his last match had meant nothing.
The moron, with his full moronic judgment, ran up behind Niou and stuck his gangster-patented knife into Niou's back.
In full view of the entire public tennis court.
Niou collapsed, but not before stabbing the moron back in an extremely sensitive place, above his thighs but under his stomach.
Turnabout is always fair play, right?
The impromptu crowd felt very sorry for the moron, as his girlfriend dumped him in front of everyone.
Judgment signifies that there is a potential for rebirth and absolution. When right-side up, rewards for past efforts are coming. Judgment reversed, however, symbolizes delays due to former mistakes and fear.
The christened sugar-freak rushed to Yukimura's house, anticipating eating those delicious cookies.
Then Marui passed by a pastry shop, kept running, then screeched to a halt.
Well, he needed calories to keep his stamina up, so…
Wallet gone somewhat lighter and flatter after Marui Bunta finished off three chocolate and apple pastries, he continued moving.
Marui was back on the streets, headed straight for Yukimura's house.
Except…
He passed by an ice cream shop. It wouldn't matter if he just got one, would it?
True to his word, Marui only bought one ice cream cone. It just happened to have one scoop each of the store's thirty-two flavors, but it still counted as only one cone.
Marui's wallet was completely empty now, so he continued to his destination, sure that nothing could stop him.
Within three paces, he was greeted by a neon sign proclaiming "Ten Cakes for Free If You Can Eat Them All."
Marui was in heaven.
Somewhat more stuffed, he let himself into Yukimura's house and entered the kitchen.
He didn't notice Yukimura's cooling corpse or Kirihara's bloodied body. All Marui cared about was the empty plate in front of him.
He crashed onto his knees, overcome by sheer despair and grief.
This is what it means to die of disappointment.
Temperance represents the ability to control oneself as well as harmony in relationships, though it can also represent a lack of foresight and quarrels. Moderation is key to getting a desirable outcome.
As usual, Yanagi Renji started off the day by reading the newspaper from cover to cover. According to his daily horoscope, there was trouble ahead but he could get through it. The horoscope also warned him to be careful of what he ate and predicted that a tall dark stranger would soon enter his life.
Yanagi believed in cold, hard data, not random fortunes that could be applied to anyone.
Too bad. If he had taken it more seriously, he might have been better prepared for what laid ahead.
Inui had recently sent Yanagi a new invention, claiming that it had the potential to increase Yanagi's health and tennis skills by 1.05%.
He had heard dubious tales about his former partner's drinks, but Yanagi also knew that Inui regularly gave his team members his drinks. Considering that Seigaku had won the nationals, perhaps there was some merit in at least trying it out.
If Yanagi noticed at least a .05% increase in his abilities, he would make sure to ask Inui for more to give to the Rikkai members.
Taking a deep breath and chanting Rikkaidai's mantra silently, Yanagi drank the concoction in one gulp.
Stars exploded behind Yanagi's closed eyelids. It looked rather pretty.
Disoriented by Inui's evil concoction, Yanagi got up and fumbled for the bathroom.
The mixture of drink-induced nausea and closed eyes (common sense dictates that if your eyes are closed, you cannot see) caused Yanagi to bump into one of his numerous bookshelves, filled with heavy books.
The bookshelf dropped onto him, and boys don't get saved from falling books.
Before Yanagi slipped into unconsciousness, he decided to make his team drink anyway. He refused to be the only one to suffer.
The Emperor is associated with authority, achievement, and willpower; the opposite side of the Emperor is failed ambition and tyranny. The Emperor is usually a strong male influence, but power can always be abused.
Sanada Sasuke, Genichirou's nephew, had made a habit of jumping on his uncle's stomach whenever he woke up before Sanada.
He claimed that this treatment would prevent Sanada from looking even more like an old man.
Sanada begged to differ and would have hit Sasuke with all his considerable strength, child or not. If he ever managed to catch the brat.
He never had, but Sanada had tenacity. He would definitely give the brat the beating of his life someday.
A really far-off day.
One of the most closely guarded secrets in the Rikkaidai tennis team was that their fukubuchou regularly lost against a child half his height and a quarter his weight.
Another secret, kept from even the regulars of the tennis team by Sanada, was that Sanada had never won against his grandfather in kendo.
For such an old man, Sanada Gen'emon was exceptionally fit and spry.
Clearly, Sanada was a victim of child abuse, both physically and emotionally.
Speak out before it's too late, Sanada-fukubuchou!
Sanada was currently taking his feelings out on a practice dummy.
If the abuse to his body through extreme physical exertion was any indication, self-harm was obviously Sanada's response to the suffering he received at home.
If only someone had noticed sooner…
If only someone had noticed that something was wrong…
That day, the self-harm finally turned fatal.
Stop child abuse.
All actions are dictated by the cards.