Hello kind people of Fanfiction and Merry Christmas! As of recently I've been trolled pretty badly by a person on tumblr who claims to be the god critic on all things bad of yugioh fiction. She has posted many excerpts from some of my friend's and my favorite fics as well as our own. She has been pretty good about not using names on her quotes, hell I found this all on pure luck, but that means only the writers of the fic will feel the burn. Most readers don't even realize these quotes are from their followed fics. I talked to her to ask her to at least write an honest review so that I can get her full opinion on why the fic sucks in her "all mighty eyes" but she stopped talking to me altogether and I did not get any sort of review so I could correct anything. Because of these events I am contemplating whether or not to continue writing. For now the answer seems like no. My apologies- Zombiedevil.
"I-I didn't mean to kill him." Sheeba said looking in horror at their old boss who now lay in a bloody mess under the rubble from a collapsed wall, "He was hurting you! Because of something I did! I didn't wish him dead."
"You were brutal." Remarked an onlooker.
"Are you really an apprentice class? He's out cold."
"You were like lightning! If I would have blinked I would have missed it."
"Who's this kid's master?"
All the chatter made the room spin for Sheeba as she looked at her soiled hands.
"You didn't go easy on him, that's for sure," Rishid said hobbling over to examine the scene.
"What do I do now," Sheeba whispered, "There's a dead guy and there's his eyeball andit'sgrossandstickyanditsmellsli kebllodandeverybody'sstaringandtheeyeballand-"
"Relax, and don't show them any weakness or they will react. They're just as scared as you without someone to guide them."
Sheeba gulped in a huge breath almost knocking herself out in the process then she thought about it. She was the one who killed him. That must have meant she was to be the leader of "the Hunters." The thought turned her mortification into myrrh and a flame blazed deep in her eyes.
"So who's it going to be?" She asked; excited as the men and woman watching the scene started to voice the same thought, "Who will lead our little Mob?"
"Not you," Rishid said reading putting out the firelight in Sheeba's eyes, "After all this you think it'd be a good idea to put you in charge? You're still too young."
"Aw come on!" Sheeba noticed the people in the crowds turning their ears in them. It felt weird to her... were they on her side? If she were to demand the position would they help her take it? Hunters were bloodthirsty mongrels driven by fighting; they only wanted the strongest to lead. Since the leader beat Rishid and Sheeba beat the leader... would they listen to her if she ordered them to?
"A moment ago you were near tears! If you were leader you'd have to kill many more like him."
"No fair! I killed the man!"
"You say that like you're proud, what a sickening change of heart. I'll be the leader and that's that. You are my apprentice. I took responsibility for your faults. Now I am claiming that responsibility once more. Sheeba, this is for your safety and yours alone."
"Yeah... whatever."
Rishid pointed to a seal displayed on the dead man's chest and motioned Sheeba to get it. Sheeba was reluctant but nodded and, while trying to look intimidating, she retrieved the seal from the old leader's chest. Rishid took the mark as proud as a lion and pinned it to his shirt.
"Thank you, my apprentice." He boomed loud enough to catch the crowd's attention. Seeing that Rishid claimed the throne they cheered for him and parted as he passed through them. Sheeba was left behind; her moment of fame was reduced to nothing.
"Protect?" She spat to the empty room, "I'll give you something to protect."
"So your group... the ink heads?" Akefia was already lost.
"The hunters." Sheeba said annoyed, "You asked me to tell you what's going on. You barged into my tent without warning!"
"It's a Ra-damned tent!"
"You invaded my privacy, you owe me an apology!"
"Sorry princess ain't happening. Besides, you acted like a real jerk the other day."
"Fine! But the least you could do is pay attention."
"Yeah... but it's so long and boring." Akefia was drawing circles in the sand.
"We were an organized crime gang! I killed a guy! How do you not get that!?"
"It sounds like a whole bunch of drama to me. Skip to the part where you get your ass handed to you by that new leader guy."
"How can you be so dense?"
"I learn from the best. Never mind that, continue."
She had everything she could ever need, power, fame, but that was never enough for Sheeba. She wanted Rishid to fight her for the leader position, Rishid always denied her this. Sheeba thought he was too afraid, she got cocky (not much surprise there) and told everybody she could that Rishid was too cowardly to fight his own apprentice. For the most part, nobody cared enough to listen but there were always one or two who'd end up complaining to Rishid. Rishid was getting so irritated; he gave in and gave her the fight under the condition that it was to be in private.
"Too afraid someone will see you lose." Sheeba said as she marched with Rishid to their secret training spot.
"I'm more afraid for you," He said feeling hurt, "You have misread me yet again. I really do mean to keep you safe."
The two stood tall in the arena as they shook hands. When the sun was just touching the tip of the sandy western hills the two let loose in intensive fury. Sheeba would hit some, too quickly for even Rishid's mighty defenses, causing him to have to slowly pull back and think his moves through. Eventually he had her figured out and, after a small slip up on Sheeba's part, began beating the arrogance right out of her.
"I win." Rishid had said when he had finally pinned her. The flooding darkness of the night had Sheeba struggling for breath.
"How?" Sheeba had been wrong all along, Rishid had been holding much back. She didn't deserve anything that Rishid helped get her since his coming to power and she certainly didn't deserve his post.
"It doesn't matter." Rishid's eyes looked right through Sheeba as if she were glass. He pitied what he saw.
"Then why didn't you kill him sooner? You could have been leader long, long ago."
"Kill a man once and you're a tainted soul. As much as I wanted you to join I knew this would eventually happen. The world cannot run on killing and hurting. I may not be the best example of this but you have to realize the difference between defending yourself and picking fights. I picked you up as an orphan because you already knew this; I saw it in your eyes. I was hoping that someday, criminal or not, you would find a way to teach the world that very lesson. Now you turn your blade on kin. I am ashamed."
"I did act a little foolishly."
"And now you're left with a lesson you won't soon forget," Rishid took Sheeba's hand and helped her up to her feet, "And that's why I'm handing down the title to you."
"Wait what?" Sheeba thought she was going crazy or at least dreaming. She scraped a layer of dirt out of her ear canals to make sure she was hearing correctly.
"You heard me."
"No I didn't because if I did I'm sure you wouldn't have said I could be leader. I didn't earn it! I have footprints where you literally trampled me flat."
"Losing isn't as bad as being an arrogant, selfish, whiney, lazy, conniving-"
"I get it."
"I just have to point it out that Rishid was totally right about you, to the needle point."
"Shut up! I'm trying to get to the end of the Ra damned story."
"Well hurry it along its almost dark out and I want to enjoy the fire tonight."
After her fifth undisputed year Sheeba was feeling pretty comfortable. Aside from her strict methods her people were happy enough following her orders. She never expected an attempted overthrow. She was making her monthly round checking to see if each master met his specified quota. Ket, a blonde alcoholic with no apprentices of his own, was once again behind.
"That's the third time this year." She said sighing and tapping her foot in disapproval. She lowered her clip board to meet his eyes.
"It's only one or two missions." He said looking around nervously. To everyone who'd met Sheeba she could be the scariest thing ever when in the wrong mood. He was half expecting her to slice him in two in a glorious rage. That would have been the better of her two bad moods. The other usually ended in a mental and physical state so crushed that victims to this wrath have been known to sleep with both eyes wide open.
"You tried that one last year and the year before that."
"So are you going to dock my pay again? Kitchen duty? Make me clean the bathrooms?"
"I'm going to fire you." Sheeba continued walking around to the other members.
"I-" He cut off. He grabbed his knife and threw it at Sheeba who side stepped without as much as a glance to see who threw it.
"He sounds weak," Akefia grunted.
"That's what I thought," Sheeba said frowning, "...I was wrong."
Once again I apologize that this may be my last fanfic. For any of you who would like to contact me you can send me an ask on Askthegayishtar (my yugioh blog) or message me on DA at ZombiedevilXD