Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Just a short fic I wrote about the red Dark Magician Enjoy!
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I am summoned on the field and face him... my enemy: the other Dark Magician.
His purple robes and blue eyes make me sick. I wear robes the color of blood, and my eyes glow a crazed golden tone.
He is the light; I am the dark.
Darkness overpowers light.
I am the superior one.
At first we both try to destroy each other with magic and trap cards.
I don't want that. I want to kill this good-for-nothing spellcaster will my own power.
I want to see him suffer before he is destroyed.
I am ordered to attack him. He attacks me.
Both our energies clash, and we are sent into oblivion.
But, we are both summoned back with Monster Reborn.
We face each other once more.
I am driven crazy by the sight of his face.
He seems so perfect, like he's better than me.
He just stares with those icy blue eyes of his.
I hate those eyes.
My master uses a trap card on that pitiful Dark Magician.
Chains wrap around his ankles, writs, and waist. He's trapped on a cross, unable to protect his master.
I am ordered to attack my master's opponent.
I want to hurt him badly.
I hear him scream as my dark energy hits him.
The other spellcaster glares down at me in anger, furious that I hurt his master.
I smirk.
He is no longer the calm magician I faced a moment ago.
His eyes are now filled with rage and the lust to kill.
Those eyes I like.
His master summons Big Shield Gardna in defense mode.
The defense is only 100 points higher than my attack.
So pitiful. The other Dark Magician's master has to hide behind his monster, only because he is weak.
My master starts to speak.
About me.
My head spins and my ears ring as I listen to what he says.
I am his pawn.
I am afraid of him.
I am nothing...
My master summons Doll of Demise in attack mode, then he uses a trap card, Ectoplasmer.
He drains the soul of his own monster so he can get past his master's defense.
I watch in horror the monster's soul in extracted.
It becomes limp on the field and dies.
I'm next.
I know I am.
I look at him on the cross.
I look into his eyes.
They are the ones I hate again.
My soul is taken from my body and I am sent to deliver the finishing blow to his master.
He glows and his head bows.
He is no longer alive.
He protects his master from me.
We are both destroyed.
Why?
Why would he do that for his master?
He gave up his own life to save him.
To protect him from dying
I know I would never do it...
After what I heard.
I am in the graveyard with him.
The perfect purple haired, blue eyed magician.
My brother is summoned by my master.
He is willing to fight.
He had not heard the things I did...
That little brat, Dark Magician Girl is summoned to the field.
I help the other Dark Magician's master
I help that brat power up to deliver the final blow...
As I stand beside the other Dark Magician in the graveyard, watching the last of the fight,
I decide I don't hate him anymore
I want to be like him and find a new master.
One that will care about me and respect me.
I look at him and he looks back.
His eyes are filled with joy and happiness.
I like those eyes.
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