Chapter 5: Grand Vizier Teanna "Tea" Gardner.
4Kids studios dubbed Sonic X, and many of the spectacular 4kids voice actors who worked on Sonic X's English dub also worked in the amazing Sonic games.
Some of the other Anime shows owned by 4kids apart from Sonic X include:
-Yu-Gi-Oh
-Pokemon
-Kirby right back at ya.
It is very likely you recognize at least one of these amazing Anime series at some point. If not, please go look them up; they are great shows and they gave an entire generation of children a very happy childhood.
A fun fact is that in real-life; hedgehogs are very solitary creatures who meet only to mate. Then the male hedgehog leaves the female hedgehog alone after they have mated, and the female hedgehog raises the baby hedgehogs all on her own before sending them away when they've grown big enough to look after themselves.
Thus the plot of the Sonic show called "Sonic Underground" is very accurate in showing how real hedgehogs live. The daddy hedgehog always leaves the mummy hedgehog alone, and then the mummy hedgehog leaves the baby hedgehogs alone as well.
The only difference in Sonic Underground, is that Sonic's mum left him and his siblings when they were still too young to raise themselves, and so they were adopted by different people instead. Their guardians were then coincidentally got torn away from them by Dr Robotnik (Dr Eggman's name in Sonic Underground) when they each reached an age where they could be independent.
So Sonic is acting very similarly to a real hedgehog by constantly rejecting Amy's advances towards him. It is difficult for solitary animals to find a mate after all.
Final fact to remember.
The colors of the Sonic gang.
Sonic = Blue.
Tails/Helen = Yellow.
Knuckles/Christopher Thorndyke/Frances/Dr Eggman = Red.
Amy = Pink.
Shadow = Black.
Vector the crocodile = Green.
Cream the rabbit = White, with a bit of pale brown.
Cheese the Chao = Cyan and yellow.
Rouge the bat= White.
Espeo the ninja Chameleon = Purple.
Tikal the Echidna = Very pale brown.
Danny (Chris's last friend apart from Frances and Danny) = Dark brown. (Dark skinned).
Maria Robotnik = BLUE! BLUE is identical to Sonic's blue.
Ivo's point of view.
"Attention all of you! This is a robbery. Nobody moves. Nobody gets hurt." I shouted through the loud hailer I had handily packed with me in my delightful maiden voyage abroad my self-made device "the flying egg-bot". The attack on what was supposed to be the wealthiest money vault in all of Italy, turned out to be far easier than I anticipated.
Granted, I had a destructive contraption capable of vaporizing all those who would oppose me in the blink of an eye, and a whole assembly line of cleverly constructed and heavily armed and fully obedient robots following me to accelerate my takeover that would begin with my humble homeland and end at...
Well I didn't know where my conquest would end as of now. Conquering the world would be a cinch with my brains and ambition, and from there on it would be an easy matter to go for the other planets too.
If grandfather Gerald the greedy had it in him to establish an entire living colony in outer space; I could certainly outperform him in interstellar invasion any day of the week.
The thought of my treacharous grandfather's Space colony actually stirred me to a sudden realization of pure brilliant wisdom. I could start by shaking G.U.N down until they revealed exactly what they had done with Space Colony ARK after they had violently trashed it to smithereens. G.U.N were no freedom fighters, they were nothing more than glorified pillagers no more civilized than the Vikings under the iron-fisted King Harald Hardrada (hard ruler) of Norway.
They certainly would not put the valuable merchandise and techonolgoies they had no doubt raided from my grandfather's space Colony to waste. All that merchandise, artistry and technology could soon be mine. Grandfather's entire legacy in the palm of his least favorite and most despised grandson's hands. The thought of being the one to inherit his entire life's fortune after spending a lifetime being berated, insulted and lambasted by that salty cheapskate; delighted me like fine grape wine.
But storming G.U.N's treasury could come later. Right now I had yet another fine and glittery hoard of notes and coins to sift through, as the bank clerks lined up one by one to deliver as much cash as each of them could carry on their backs in large, metal crates that were meant as safeboxes to keep the money from eroding as it was kept in the vault.
Though it was a gigantic heap of money to be sure, it was still a far cry from the vast fortune of wealth that I was actually anticipating from what was supposed to be the most loaded building in all of Western Europe.
But then as I sat lounging at leisure on the comfortable leather sofa of my might flying Egg-bot that had easily intimidated the cowardly brokers into total submission of me, I remembered that my ruined homeland of Italy had recently been in a nasty scuffle with another imperialistic empire with grand designs involving complete world domination.
A modern, scientifically dominant land with a glorious flag that was red, yellow and black. A young nation that had risen from almost complete obscurity to become one of the military superpowers of the entire planet. A country whose long list of recently committed atrocities and unspeakable crimes against humanity itself, was best left undescribed for the very sanity of both you and me.
The empire of sausages and beer, cheese and Kaisers, productive factories and majestic rivers, prison camps and Panzer tanks.
The nearby land of Reiches which had recently shocked the globe with not one but two massive wars on an untold scale under the leadership of a he who must not be named; the ancient and venerated empire of Germany.
I had gotten a good hoard of treasure from this humble bank that might as well be a waste dump with how little wealth it actually held, but it was time to move on to bigger and better as soon as my multitude of robotic slaves hauled out the last of the bank's valuables.
"That's the last box of money, doctor. Nothing of value remains." my yellow robot "Decoe" who I've designated as my right hand advisor on account of his superior bookkeeping skills and tactical ability at least compared to my legion of lesser robotic creations, which I had creatively titled "The Badnik legion".
The baddest, meanest and most despicable machines under the command of the world's most evil and monstrous scientist. Being polite and kind had never worked out for me in the past, and now it was time to embrace being the scum of the Earth.
And if it meant such huge piles of cash and jewels alongside a mass congregation of grovelling human underlings who had until today derided me and hated my guts, then it really did feel good to be bad for a change.
The one slight fly in my ointment of success as I sat basking in all my glory; was just how truly heartbreaking and sorrowful it had been for my cousin Maria to have died prematurely before she could witness me in all my exquisite glory. It would have been nice to hear her raccous applause and sincere praise at just how far I had come from a failed reject at the Italian Scientific Committee (ITC), and to be able to split some of my plundered wealth with her.
She must have been getting tired of wearing that same plain cloth blue dress and worn navy jacket by now, considering she was only nine when she last changed her everyday outfit almost solely to pacify her duplicitous grandfather Gerald. A regal robe trimmed with silk and encrusted with coins would do her already radiantly attractive appearance a whole world of good, as would a silver tiara tipped with shining gems.
The first bank of Milan even after two world wars still had much to offer, and it was a darn shame that it was mine alone to enjoy. The glittering coins could light up my newly constructed underground treasury as well as the royal palace I had ordered my robotic army to begin constructing in my honor.
But no amount of wealth could light up the darkness in my empty heart, which would remain dim until my time had come.
Bocoe the robot's point of view.
I peered cautiously in the direction of master's flying egg-bot to check he was not looking at me, nor listening into what I was saying.
I checked Decoe's way to make sure that he was totally absorbed in leading master's mighty army to supreme dominance, and that every robot worker was completely taken up lifting the last of the money, gold and jewels from the now practically barren bank which was once a shining beacon of Italy's wealth.
Then I nodded sagely and began a simple yet catchy musical number that I had been perfecting by myself for quite some time.
While I never understood my reasoning for unease; being an artifical life form made completely out of machine parts salvaged from a junkyard in the suburbs by master, I had never quite felt completely easy about following his orders which had become increasingly insidious over the past week.
"Are you sure Dr Eggman's demands of us are reasonable?" I had tried asking my robotic colleague Decoe one time during one of the rare instances where master was preoccupied in sobbing quietly over the dead cousin he would never see again.
"You should know better than to waste your valauble processing power on such idiosyncratic thoughts, Bocoe. Master gave us the gift of life, and I for one am not going to question any of his intentions when I would not even be alive without his caring attention." The yellow robot slightly taller than me immediately rebutted. "Now, get back to work Bocoe and stop bothering me."
"But do his motivations seem a little...queer? Especially considering his recollection of his younger cousin as a nonviolent, benign and friendly young soul with a deep love for nature and peace?" I tried asking despite Decoe no longer even looking back at me. "From the way the doctor describes his cousin Maria, it would seem that she would rather preserve the Earth's beauty than see it razed to the ground as the doctor wishes us to do to it."
"Bocoe. I've told you again and again to refrain from asking pointless quandries that do nothing to bring master's master plan into fruition. Soon I will tire of the telling." Decoe snapped at me a tad crossly, still with his back turned to me.
I kept silent after that, realizing that it was no longer my place to make any such meaningless observations. But a tiny part of me deep down in the recesses of the wires and circuits that coordinated my thoughts, ideas and beliefs was never able to fully accept this complete submissiveness that Decoe would rather have me adopt.
So I whiled away my free time that I had to rest with this catchy little jingle that I had somehow composed, despite musical ability not being one of my programmed parameters.
It went like this:
You're a mean one. Dr Egg.
Your heart's an empty hole.
You're brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in soul.
Dr Egg...AH!
The three words that best describe you.
Are as follows. And I quote:
"Stink, Stank! STUNK!"
You naseaute me. Dr Egg.
What a stinky super naus.
You're a crooked jerky jokey.
And you drive a crooked horse.
Dr Egg-ah!
As I finished the last syllable of my shoddily constructed and very choppy song which I did even not know how I came up with, I began to ponder silently whether things would be different if this alleged cousin that master had described as being able to do no wrong had lived instead of died.
Ironically, this question was what spurred me back into action hopping to and fro as I gathered up a pile of shining rubies, sapphires and emeralds to load into one of the motorbug-shaped transport trucks that already had its engines running.
If it was true that the Italian government was nothing more than a puppet on a string being pulled by the same people who murdered master's cousin, then of course it was right that he be provided some of their ill-gotten wealth as recompense for his tragic loss.
While master's words about the dead being unable to ever return to life still rang with me, at least perhaps it was not too late to organize a pretty and proper funeral for the young blonde lass whose passing had so painfully grieved the master.
I would bring this suggestion to master at the first opportunity I got, no matter Decoe's warnings about not troubling him with petty trifles. A tender heroine who had been robbed of her short life of glory deserved a respectful celebration, and I would make sure she got one, no matter what.
As in the literary masterpiece which the master had read to us both to teach us literary skills titled "William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet": I would raise her statue in pure gold. There was certainly a lot of gold to behold in all those motorbug trucks which were now driving themselves back to the doctor's recently finished palace.
It would be sweet, but fitting (Dulce et Decorum est). A golden statue and mausoleum for a golden haired and golden hearted maiden of purity and untarnished sweetness.
Maria's point of view.
As the gunman's mighty weapon reached the end of its arc swinging through the air in a violent attempt to crush my skull like plasticine, I managed in the final moment to raise both arms to my face so that the hard metal butt of the rifle merely grazed my arms rather than knocking me out stone cold.
In this second I was no longer guided by the Robotnik family intelligence, nor motivated by reason.
The loss of grandfather, Shadow and the thought of a bereaved cousin Ivo tying a rope into a noose in the attic while putting a chair beside it, had crushed my psyche beyond the ability of any physical blow to my already madly pounding head.
No logic. No rationality. Just endless pain that I knew would eventually fade but never completely subside.
I was fuelled by pain. I was no longer in control of my emotions. I had allowed for what the foreigners would call "The heated Italian passion for violence" to take complete control of me.
I had entered what the Norse vikings would call "Beserkergang".
I was a tiny midget at least three times smaller than my huge and hulking opponent, who was staring at me with a look of pure hatred. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide for I had given myself up in the mad hope that I might be able to prevent just a single pointless death at the hands of the heartless murderers who had deprived me of nearly my entire beloved family of altruistic and utalitarain humintarians.
I was a cornered mouse.
And as the the special book written for catching mice of any kind in the classic cartoon named Tom and Jerry succinctly summarized: A cornered mouse NEVER fights.
With the last ounce of my strength, I pounced on the G.U.N agent with a maddened shriek. I was determined that he would not murder the breathtaking brunette whose alluring voice and flawless manners had given me a new lease on life, after I had endured so many brutally unfair losses.
She would live, even if I died.
She would go on to become the new world leader, and I would give myself to the hand of the grim reaper which was clearly peeved at having not claimed my life earlier on ARK.
My one last regret was that I wouldn't be able to keep my promise to Shadow about being the change I wished to see on Earth, and living a long and happy life where I could enjoy all the wonders of nature that the luxurious yet oppresive space Colony ARK simply could not offer me.
By some stroke of luck, my sudden attack managed to catch the towering giant by surprise and the next moment I found myself clutching his neck in both my trembling hands, which were somehow able to hold on despite the burning pain in both my arms which had been used to block the earlier buttstroke that would otherwise have surely ended me.
"Leggo my neck. You little bastard. Leggo!" The huge soldier managed somehow to bellow through my increasingly vicious chokehold, which was completely uncharacteristic of a aspiring pacifist scientist.
"Ah! AAAHHH!" I replied, mimicking a lion's ferocious roars as I continued to tighten my grip, despite the truly agonizing pain building in both my badly damaged biceps and triceps. Even my language lobes had become impared as a result of my inconsolable grief, and I could no longer form words with my shaking voice.
But despite how blue his face was beginning to turn, and how terrified his previously unflappable expression had become; I knew that my victory was short lived and pyrrhic. It was nothing more than a calm before the storm.
While I had gotten the element of surpise via my sudden overly-enthusiastic onslaught, there was no arguing with the biological fact that i was taking on an apponent thrice my size with quadruple my strength.
The special pill that grandfather's scientist had developed for me could mask the fatal symptoms of my N.I.D.S, but not my poorly developed muscles which were not well exercised on account of my sedentary lifestyle and the compounding effects that my condition had on my body even in the absence of any diseases.
I had always tired quickly when playing with Shadow, and when taking long walks throughout the vast expanses of space Colony ARK, which came with over 1000 rooms each the size of a large house on Earth.
It was no different when trying in vain to restrain a monstrous madman, as I soon began to stifle an uncontrollable yawn. The nerves in my arms began to go limp and my grip began to loosen against my will.
There was one thing G.U.N was right about. That they would always be right about despite my best attempts to prove them wrong.
Might made right.
I had tried to do a good deed by risking everything to save the stranger from a man I selfishly deemed as evil; but I was too weak and stupid. There truly was no reward for goodness nor punishment for evil in this cold, unforgiving world that I had totally misjudged out of my self-decieving arrogance. There was only power, and those too weak to take it.
The realists who warned me against praising Earth too highly back on ARK that I had tried to ignore were right. It was the idealists who had tried to trick me. The only reward for trying to help others, was loss.
First Ivo was humiliated for trying to present his glorious inventions to the science committee. Then grandfather was captured for trying to build a safe haven for all those who were badly affected in the two world wars that had reduced the planet I so badly missed to a shadow of its former glory.
Now I was about to die, or rot in the deepest and darkest prison for going out of my way to help a stunningly comely young Japanese woman who I did not even have the pleasure of being acquainted with.
Although now that I thought about it, did I really not know her at all? If she was well and truly a total stranger to me, then why did I experience the sudden compelling feeling that she must be protected at all costs, when I already had the goal of reaching my older cousin safely at any cost?
This didn't hold water. I did know this woman after all. Perhaps we had met briefly on a train or bus back when I was still healthy enough to remain on Earth. Perhaps she was one of the wandering gypsies that often passed by my home, some of which were allowed by my compassionate mum and dad to stay in our spare room, or camp in our garden when they had nowhere else to go.
But Japan was a wealthy, prosperous empire even after the US which was the country that G.U.N originated from had confiscated many of its privileges due to their antagonistic role in the wars. And while it was common for people of my nation to express a fond wish to go see the magnificent land of Anime and Manga; I very much doubted that my humble homeland had much to offer in the way of tourist attractions for the Japanese.
So where did I know this girl? How did I come to feel so closely bonded to her, to the point where I had callously ditched my elder cousin Ivo to the sticks despite my moral obligation to take care of him when no one else would?
All of these questions were irrelevant. All of them asked at the wrong time. For the instant I ran out of strength and the G.U.N veteran broke free from my feeble grasp, I would die either here in this abandoned settlement or before a firing squad. It made no difference. And if G.U.N decided to put me in prison instead, then I would gladly take my own life just to get it all over with.
It was as I emitted a final groan of pure pain and my arms gave way to weakness; that a wonderful miracle happened.
Out of the corner of my well-trained eyes, I saw the brown-haired Japanese scholar finally break the last of her restraints loose. My fight with the soldier that had captured her, had provided the necessary leeway for her to wriggle free despite the two bullet wounds in her left arm and right leg.
This Anime schoolgirl, had the strength of Hercules and the wisdom of Athene. As well as all the charm of Aphrodite, but that was beside the point right now.
"Run! Run for your life! Run, so that you may live long and prosper!" I did my utmost to mouth out soundlessly.
But she did not run. She staggered slowly but steadily towards me and the wicked soldier who was very nearly free of my failing grip, the ghost of a grimacing smirk gracing her expression.
"Fly you fool! Fly good stranger. Fly. Fly! FLY!" I now mouthed wordlessly even more desperately than before. I could not speak, lest the G.U.N man who was on the brink of total recovery and absolute freedom discover that his prisoner was fleeing and undo my hard-fought victory.
But she only came closer than ever before to where we were now fighting, raising her one good fist as she shook her head gratefully at me. She too, knew that any audible words would ruin everything. She too, possesed an astronomical IQ just like me.
I estimated at least 295, but it could well have been 296 or even 300 just like me.
She wasn't just a scholar. She was a genius. She wasn't just smart. She was quick and sharp. The loss of her life would represent the loss of a veritable trove of valuable information that could spur mankind to a new golden age the likes of which had not been seen since the Ming Dynasty of Medieval China. Or the Meiji restoration of Imperial Japan. Or the European renessaince under Leonardo De Vinci the inventor and Galileo the astronomer.
Why wasn't she running!? Why was she throwing away her priceless life for nothing after I had gladly given my own pointless life up to save her?
Then the answer hit me. Or rather, she hit the G.U.N soldier on the back of his head with a powerful, skull-crushing punch. A dynamic punch. The second most feared martial arts technique; second only to the cross-chop.
With this mighty blow, the man squealed like a stuck pig as he dropped his imposing rifle to the ground before crumpling down himself.
With no need to hold on any longer to my now painfully stunned adversary, I breathed a sigh of relief as I released my extremely painful hands from his incredibly thick neck and sank to the floor myself to let the girl whose life I had just saved take over.
Tears covered both her crystal blue eyes in their entirety, as she completely knocked the wind from her slavemaster with a carefully restrained backhand slap. It was not an angry blow of revenge, nor was it even designed to kill or maim its target. It was the most humane and delicate attack she could muster up that would ensure that the huge soldier would not be able to follow us when we left the area, and yet would wake up with no more than a minor headache when he invairably came to.
Like me, this Japanese maiden did not have the instinct of a killer nor the heart to directly end the lives of those she did not like.
It was readily apparent that she loathed the necessity of her attacks, as when she turned to regard me after taking one last look to ensure that the G.U.N agent was out cold; she wept quietly for close to a full minute while uncontrollably taking several glances back at the now comatose brute that had so brutally tortured her for her information.
"Why did you save me?" She purred nervously, all of her earlier confidence dissipating into thin air as she seemed to almost fade away under my curious gaze. "What did you see in me to make you want to risk your life for a disgusting pile of rubbish such as me?".
"I...I just thought you needed some help, that's all." I replied, equally as scared of her as she was of me. "I couldn't just leave you to be so cruelly tortured to death when you very clearly had very dear friends that you were trying to protect with your life.". I remembered that she had mentioned that she could not betray her friends by giving out information, even if it cost her her very life.
The Japanese girl shook her head sadly, as she dried her eyes a little with the sleeve of her one good arm; coincidentally the one that she had used to punch and knock out the G.U.N agent now lying still on the asphalt.
She stamped her left leg, the one that didn't have a bullet going through it with such force that I swore I could feel the Earth shake with her forceful stamp.
"Frien...he...he...he...hends?" She bitterly laughed, more sarcastically than gladly. "What friends? No one wants to be my friend. When people in Domino city choose a friend, they'll choose Yugi. Or Tristan and Zoey. Or even that rich and spoiled ass Kaiba. They're the real friends. They're the ones with all the skill and reputation that I very clearly don't deserve. No one will ever choose me. No one."
"But..." I tried to interrupt, hoping to calm her down from her unexpectedly sudden rage which was a stark contrast from her earlier calm and demure manner when speaking to her armed tormentor, only to be cut off mid sentence as she continued her furious diatribe.
"It doesn't matter that I can snap a telephone wire with a single kick of my feet. Or that I can leap ten feet into the air, and deliver five furious kicks with enough force to knock down five Kung-Fu black belts before I even land again." She quietly but angrily spat, not making eye contact with me so as to make herself even more frightening without even meaning to.
"I can cave in a human skull even when that person wears a thick hockey mask to protect themselves. I can cook delicious Sushi, Bento and Mochi that's tasty enough to be listed under the Supreme Gourmet Japan Weekly magazine(SGJWM). I can even read Egyptian heiroglyphics perfectly, and explain every Egyptian phenomenon."
"I can see you're very skilled..." I tried belatedly to point out, sincerely meaning every word. The name "Yugi" had somehow rang a faint bell in my photographic memory data banks, and I was now scrambling to search for what a Yugi actually was. It was readily apparent that "Yugi" was the missing link between me and this Japanese mistress whose self-esteem issues were somehow even worse than my own.
"But I'm not as skilled as Yugi or Seto Kaiba when it comes to dueling with Yu-Gi-Oh cards. So they all hate me. They tell me that my friendship speeches are no good, and that I should just shut up and rot in an Egyptian tomb." She sadly retorted, on the verge of tearing up once again.
The blood red rings around her blue eyes which I could only now make out from the closer distance between myself and her; revealed that she had endured many sleepless nights and tearful tantrums up to this point in time.
"I...I for one think that friendship is magic. And the most expensive treasure anyone can have. I even think that in a world beset by enemies, to find a friend is the greatest good." I managed to quickly stammer out before she could draw breath to continue this horrible verbal beatdown of herself. I hoped it was enough to snap her from her delirium, which was clearly not warranted on account of just how kind she appeared to me.
"Yugi. Seto Kaiba. Yu-Gi-Oh" I murmured to myself under my breath as she smiled at me before wobbling and starting to fall under her own weight, the pain her two bullet wounds finally robbing her of the last of her strength which she had spent to pound the G.U.N agent into oblivion.
Then slowly, it all became ever so slightly more clear. Yu-Gi-Oh cards and duels. The same trading card dueling game that me and Shadow sometimes played with each other to pass the time when I got tired of seeing the same gardens on ARK over and over, and the kind company of the other ARK dwellers became a little overbearing for an quiet introvert such as myself.
It all made sense now. The Shadow realm, Pharoah Atem. The afterlife.
All key components of the lore surrounding the addictively fun trading card game that me and Shadow had grown up with, which had saved my eyes from burning up in front of the electronic game console that I would have to use to pass the time instead.
"Are you Yugi Muto's classmate Tea Gardner?" I cautiously inquired as I caught her in my arms which had somehow regained their strength despite the earlier heavy blow they had sustained. Being loved gave you courage, while loving someone gave you strength. So said Kim Yong-Sun, a Taoist sage hailing from Korea.
The last second before she blacked out, the ghostly smile that had began tugging at her lips finally blossomed into a full blown beam of unbridled joy.
"Hoofbeats tremble the Eyptian floodplain as pharoah Atem's rivals send their armies; hungering for his abundant gold stores and his unrivalled harem of amorous brides . The screams of lost souls fills the dark catacombs in the pyramid of light. The people of Thebes cover their ears as the river nile floods our proud and ancient land with its deafening roars, and yet the world holds its breath at the name of Teanna Ahou Gardner: Grand Vizier and former high priestess of the peerless pharoah Atem himself." Teanna Ahou Gardner the grand vizier weakly but grandly announced as the last of her strength gave out and her eyes began to blink shut.
"I'm so grateful someone still remembers a forgotten shadow such as me. Thank you, you are a good person and you have my eternal gratitude." She whispers with her last breath, as she sinks into a much needed sleep to shelter her from the pain of her injuries.
Thankfully, I had brought a medical kit with me from the escape pod which I still had in my backpack. It was a simple matter to find a some special bands that could be tied to immediately stop the bleeding in both the GRAND Vizier's wounded leg and arm.
So this was my first Earthling friend. A wickedly talented martial artist who spoke like a Japanese and walked like an Egyptian. And the neglected stepchild when it came to the labels on my Yu-Gi-Oh card deck packs, standing so obscurely in the background while the much more prominent Yugi and Kaiba took much more eye-catching positions in front of her.
...
"I really wish Yu-Gi-Oh was real Shadow. I really do."
"Well Maria. I think it might be. Films and games sometimes have a nasty habit of hiding the truth."
"I want the Yu-Gi-Oh characters to be real. They seem so nice." I moaned to Shadow one empty night when we had just finished another close match with our Yu-Gi-Oh card decks, in which I barely came out the victor.
"When you get better Maria and we can go to Earth, the first thing we will do after you've seen your cousin is that we'll go to Japan. It's where all the Anime you love watching comes from, as well as where the Yu-Gi-Oh cards come from. If there's any real Yu-Gi-Oh things, they are certain to be in Japan." He sadly but sympathetically remarked.
"Well then I need to get better real soon."
"You do Maria, and you will. You certainly will get better and live to see the Yu-Gi-Oh be real. This I vow!"
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Once again, my dearest friend Shadow was right all along. Yu-Gi-Oh was very real. As real as water was wet.
As I continued to tend Teanna or simply Tea's injuries, I knew that in doing what I did; I had caused the collision of two worlds. Two galaxies. Two universes. Two fandoms.
I had made an eternal friend, and gained an uncountably high number of enemies.
There would be exactly one person I could trust in the coming days here on Earth, accompanied by an infinite number of backstabbing traitors who would stop at nothing to see both me and Tea's decapitated heads nailed on their fireside mantles.
Just as each Yu-Gi-Oh card duel hinged on a single mistake spelling defeat for the careless duelist, so would a single false step banish both myself and Grand Vizier Tea to the oppresive Shadow realm for all eternity. While it had the exact same name as my best friend who G.U.N had killed, the Shadow realm sadly had nothing to do with Shadow the hedgehog. Because of that, it was to be avoided like the plague at all costs.
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"I can't be anybody's friend. Not when I'm secretly working for the enemy. I'm no good anyway, Shadow should have finished me off by now."- Cosmo the Seedrian: Sonic X season 3.
Voiced by Amy Birnbuam, also the voice of:
-Max: Pokemon advanced battle.
-Tea Gardner: Yu-Gi-Oh duel monsters.
-Helen, Chris's best friend: Sonic X
-Kirby: Kirby right back at ya.
-Umi Ryuzaki: Magic Knight Rayearth OVA.
And many other roles.
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