The Magicians' Realm Chapter 18: Knowledge Forbidden, a yu-gi-oh fanfic

Chapter 18, everybody! In which impetus happens….

Angiembabe, thanks for the review! Good question—but for some reason, a lot of kids dislike going to school buildings; maybe it's the smell? Yes, so cute. ^v^ True—and it bugs the life out of Yami. :D Well, to be honest, she and he have known each other for maybe a month—moving in together at that point is a bit abrupt, especially with the standards Delvaire has. That's good to know! I like them too. :)

Fromtheashtrees, thanks for the review! Yes, today's the day that something happens! :D

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Original characters + setting © Kineil D. Wicks (myself, not the girl in the story)

Yami awoke early that morning, excitement tingling along every nerve of his body. Today was the day. Today, the Administrators came back with their decision to promote him. He couldn't wait.

He slid open the window and sat on the roof, breathing in the clear morning air. There was no way, absolutely no way, the Administrators wouldn't promote him. Not only was he knowledgeable about magic, he had the raw talent to apply to what he learned. By this time tomorrow, he would be applying that talent to new magic.

So if it was such a certain thing, why did he keep reassuring himself about it?

He heard movement and looked over to see Yuki climbing out the window as well.

"What are you doing up?" Yuki asked.

"Couldn't sleep," Yami replied simply; Yuki came over and sat beside him. They sat quietly for a few moments, looking at the nearby forest, until Yuki broke the silence again.

"Today's the day, isn't it?"

"Today's the day," Yami affirmed.

"And then you're going to be Head Mage when Dad retires."

"That was a bit of a jump, but yeah."

Yuki digested the notion. "Say, if you retire, does that mean I get to be Head Mage?"

Yami snorted. "No, you get to be Head of the Civil Branch, like Uncle Hotch is."

"What if I don't want to be like Uncle Hotch?"

"Well, we can't have two Head Mages—it's never been done."

"Yeah," Yuki said, playing his toes against the shingles. "But since when has that ever stopped us?"

"Tell you what," Yami said, teasingly. "When I'm Head Mage, you can be one of my supporting magicians—Grand Mage, like Ravel."

That definitely appealed to Yuki. "Really?"

"Sure!" Yami said, nudging his younger brother. "Someone has to keep an eye on you!"

Yuki giggled and the silence returned, this one tinged with the camaraderie of brotherly love.

"Yami?" Yuki asked, breaking the silence again.

"Yeah?"

"It's a sure thing, isn't it?"

Yami blinked, then looked Yuki in the eye.

"Definitely."

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Well, Teana admitted, he did at least ask properly. She received a formal letter the next day from Yami Skellington, requesting that she take advantage of his rather spacious house. She had replied thusly:

Dear Mr. Skellington:

Thank you, but I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request.

Sincerely yours,

Teana Gardenier

PS: Means no.

She sent the letter via the owl that he had sent, which had startled her that morning when she spotted it on her windowsill. What had startled her more was when it had started talking.

"Hi!" it had chimed, voice muffled by the letter in its beak. "My name is Cory, and Yami asked me to give this to you." When she had taken the letter: "And he also asked me to stay for a bit, in case you wanted to send a return letter."

Hence, why she had wasted no time in sending the owl Cory on its—his—way. No need for her neighbors to see she had obviously gotten a missive from a Magician—that was how rumors started.

Well, she reflected, pulling on her coat and heading out the door, maybe he would get the message.

*/*\*

Yuki was helping his mom bake a celebratory cake for Yami. It was important. Cake always marked important events. Like birthdays.

Of course, his job seemed limited to sifting flour, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

"Yuki, quit glancing at the clock," his mom, Jenna, scolded. "They'll get here when they get here."

"Will everyone come?" Yuki asked.

"Not tonight," his mom said, mixing more ingredients and seemingly oblivious to the ones that got on her face. "I figure tonight'll be just us. We can do the big party tomorrow."

"What about Uncle Hotch and Aunt Dharma?"

"It's a whole three days from here to the Capitol—I don't think they'll be here tomorrow."

The door banged open. "Wow, they're home early," Jenna observed.

And then they both observed Yami storming by, heading straight for the back door. Yuki winced as it banged open and shut as well.

His dad, Greg, walked slowly in, a look of worry on his face. "What happened?" Jenna asked.

"Well…it's not good," Greg responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh no," Jenna said, taking a few paces toward her husband. "Wait—did he blow up Dr. Sumbinix? Please tell me that was it."

Greg looked at her, eyebrows knitted together. "That…is not a good thought. No, it's not that."

"What is it then?"

Greg stared at the back door his eldest son had stormed through. "They denied his promotion."

"What?"

This came out of both Jenna and Yuki's mouth. Greg and Jenna looked at Yuki, as though just realizing he was there.

"They can't not give Yami his promotion," Yuki mewled. "It's just—it's not…."

"It's not right," Greg finished. "They said he needed to take another year to mature," he said in an undertone to Jenna.

"That's ridiculous," Jenna said, waving a hand irritably. She shook her head, as though she realized this was obvious, and sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, leaving a smear of white flour through her dark locks. She glanced over at Yuki and waved him towards the door.

"Yuki, why don't you go outside and talk to your brother? I'll finish up in here."

Yuki nodded and headed out, with a single backwards glance towards his parents.

If anyone could sort out this mess, they could.