Author's Note: This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fic, so please be kind. I love the Dark Magician, and I had a strange thought about the cards one day. And you know, Yugi's not the only one with a Dark Magician in his deck, I'm sure. So this is a little one-shot thing from the Dark Magician's point of view that looks like it should be continued. But I don't know what to do with it. So if you have any great ideas, let me know. Kaiba may be a bit out of character, but he's such a minor character that I don't care too much. And yes, in my world, there are random stadiums and famous champions go there all the time. I'd like to write a fanfic about Bakura and his Yami some day, but for now, this is all I've got. Enjoy! But watch out for bad situations and a bit of death, as the beginning is full of them. And please review!
Escape to Reality
"Heh heh… I play the Dark Magician in attack mode!" the old man said smugly. I was ripped from the safety of my card to stand on the battle field. My master laughed, his multiple chins bouncing, as he took a drink from a brown bottle. He always appeared to have such confidence in me. Despite that, though, he always screamed at me when he lost. Most people don't talk to their cards, but my master is rather ancient, and his mind is quickly deteriorating. Being quite skilled in the ways of magic, I am especially attuned to my master and the world around him. This is a mixed blessing, since his health is so bad that it makes me weak. It even brings my attack and defense points down drastically. When he drinks, I feel sick. When he smokes, I have a coughing fit. Today he seemed even worse than usual, and I could feel my heart laboring to beat enough like his. I could barely see straight.
His opponent was a boy with short brown hair and a long blue trench coat. Seto Kaiba, the reigning Duel Monsters champion. He looked twice as smug as my master.
"Dark Magic Attack!" my master gurgled. I suppressed a wave of nausea and did as he commanded. The boy's Hitotsume Giant was blown away. His life points went down to 1000, matching my master's.
'Perhaps I'll win today,' I thought to myself. 'Then he won't yell so much. My ears nearly bled last time.'
My head swam. It was hard to concentrate. I looked up, but the boy was still smiling. "Oh no, not a Dark Magic Attack. I don't have any cards strong enough to withstand THAT," he said with a smirk. He paused, glanced down at his deck, and his smile widened. "Oh wait, wrong deck! Sorry. This is the deck where almost EVERY creature I have could beat it. My mistake. Now… Go, Blue-Eyes White Dragon! In attack mode!"
I nearly fell over. A Blue Eyes! I had no chance! I'd be fine after the duel of course, but my master would be so angry…
Just then, I heard a strange sound and realized that all this panic was not merely my own. I turned to see my master, his face a bright purple, fall over. I felt intense pain in my chest and doubled over in agony.
"White – What?" the boy exclaimed. He saw me writhing in pain, but then he saw that my master had rolled off of the duelist's platform and onto the ground. Kaiba cursed, put his cards down, and walked quickly over to my master. He then ran back to his side of the arena, pressing the button that ended the match, and tore off towards town saying he had to find a phone to call an ambulance.
I felt it the moment he died. There was a horrible soul-wrenching pain, and then nothing. No pain. And I no longer felt sick. In fact, I felt surprisingly light and… mobile. I was no longer confined to the square on which I stood. I cautiously stepped off and floated down off the field. Of course, I went to my master first. He was indeed dead. One hand was on his chest. The other one clutched his wallet. He was greedy to the end.
I went up to his platform to look for my card, curious to see what had happened to it. I found it, but it was empty. I picked it up, and it blackened and turned to ash in my hand.
'So I must be trapped here. In the human realm,' I thought. I had learned much about this world through my master. There were many things I would need that I had never needed in my card. Like food. And money to buy things. And probably different clothes. I took the deck of cards and went back down to my former master. I regarded him silently. Would I miss him? I thought of all the things he had put me and the other cards through. No, I wouldn't miss him. Hearing sirens approaching, I grabbed his wallet and ran. By the time the paramedics got there, I was long gone.
After running for about half an hour on the forest path, I ducked to the side and slid down against the trunk of a huge tree. I wasn't used to running, so it took me quite a while to catch my breath. When I finally stopped heaving and panting, I looked at what I held in my hands. First the wallet. It was very worn and fat, bulging with various pieces of things. As I opened it, numerous bits of paper fell out. I looked, but they were mostly old ticket stubs and addresses. I took everything out of the wallet, crumpling the useless paper up into a ball and putting the money back in. Luckily, there was a fair amount of money there. I paused at the driver's license, credit cards, and other such cards. Although I didn't know how to drive, or how to use any of them, I kept them. They could be useful.
Then I set down the wallet and looked at the deck of cards. I knew better than anyone else that they could hear me and were aware of what had happened.
"Don't worry," I said softly to the deck. "Now that I am in this realm, I'll take care of you and duel with you." The Celtic Guardian, on top of the deck, stared up at me. I knew he had heard. And I knew that the others would at least get the idea.
Now, on to other things… I would stick out far too much in these clothes. I set the cards on the ground by the wallet and stood up. Holding my staff close to me, I concentrated… I changed my robes into black pants and a purple turtleneck. But my tall hat… I only took it off to sleep. I would feel naked without some sort of head covering. Not to mention the fact that it made me appear taller. I finally settled on a much smaller version of it. I picked up my new wallet and cards, putting them into my pocket. Then I set off into the world, towards whatever might be in store for me.
Endnote: Well, what do you think? Personally, I think it has some very good ideas but the story itself needs work. But please, tell me what you think! Review, PLEASE!!!
Escape to Reality
"Heh heh… I play the Dark Magician in attack mode!" the old man said smugly. I was ripped from the safety of my card to stand on the battle field. My master laughed, his multiple chins bouncing, as he took a drink from a brown bottle. He always appeared to have such confidence in me. Despite that, though, he always screamed at me when he lost. Most people don't talk to their cards, but my master is rather ancient, and his mind is quickly deteriorating. Being quite skilled in the ways of magic, I am especially attuned to my master and the world around him. This is a mixed blessing, since his health is so bad that it makes me weak. It even brings my attack and defense points down drastically. When he drinks, I feel sick. When he smokes, I have a coughing fit. Today he seemed even worse than usual, and I could feel my heart laboring to beat enough like his. I could barely see straight.
His opponent was a boy with short brown hair and a long blue trench coat. Seto Kaiba, the reigning Duel Monsters champion. He looked twice as smug as my master.
"Dark Magic Attack!" my master gurgled. I suppressed a wave of nausea and did as he commanded. The boy's Hitotsume Giant was blown away. His life points went down to 1000, matching my master's.
'Perhaps I'll win today,' I thought to myself. 'Then he won't yell so much. My ears nearly bled last time.'
My head swam. It was hard to concentrate. I looked up, but the boy was still smiling. "Oh no, not a Dark Magic Attack. I don't have any cards strong enough to withstand THAT," he said with a smirk. He paused, glanced down at his deck, and his smile widened. "Oh wait, wrong deck! Sorry. This is the deck where almost EVERY creature I have could beat it. My mistake. Now… Go, Blue-Eyes White Dragon! In attack mode!"
I nearly fell over. A Blue Eyes! I had no chance! I'd be fine after the duel of course, but my master would be so angry…
Just then, I heard a strange sound and realized that all this panic was not merely my own. I turned to see my master, his face a bright purple, fall over. I felt intense pain in my chest and doubled over in agony.
"White – What?" the boy exclaimed. He saw me writhing in pain, but then he saw that my master had rolled off of the duelist's platform and onto the ground. Kaiba cursed, put his cards down, and walked quickly over to my master. He then ran back to his side of the arena, pressing the button that ended the match, and tore off towards town saying he had to find a phone to call an ambulance.
I felt it the moment he died. There was a horrible soul-wrenching pain, and then nothing. No pain. And I no longer felt sick. In fact, I felt surprisingly light and… mobile. I was no longer confined to the square on which I stood. I cautiously stepped off and floated down off the field. Of course, I went to my master first. He was indeed dead. One hand was on his chest. The other one clutched his wallet. He was greedy to the end.
I went up to his platform to look for my card, curious to see what had happened to it. I found it, but it was empty. I picked it up, and it blackened and turned to ash in my hand.
'So I must be trapped here. In the human realm,' I thought. I had learned much about this world through my master. There were many things I would need that I had never needed in my card. Like food. And money to buy things. And probably different clothes. I took the deck of cards and went back down to my former master. I regarded him silently. Would I miss him? I thought of all the things he had put me and the other cards through. No, I wouldn't miss him. Hearing sirens approaching, I grabbed his wallet and ran. By the time the paramedics got there, I was long gone.
After running for about half an hour on the forest path, I ducked to the side and slid down against the trunk of a huge tree. I wasn't used to running, so it took me quite a while to catch my breath. When I finally stopped heaving and panting, I looked at what I held in my hands. First the wallet. It was very worn and fat, bulging with various pieces of things. As I opened it, numerous bits of paper fell out. I looked, but they were mostly old ticket stubs and addresses. I took everything out of the wallet, crumpling the useless paper up into a ball and putting the money back in. Luckily, there was a fair amount of money there. I paused at the driver's license, credit cards, and other such cards. Although I didn't know how to drive, or how to use any of them, I kept them. They could be useful.
Then I set down the wallet and looked at the deck of cards. I knew better than anyone else that they could hear me and were aware of what had happened.
"Don't worry," I said softly to the deck. "Now that I am in this realm, I'll take care of you and duel with you." The Celtic Guardian, on top of the deck, stared up at me. I knew he had heard. And I knew that the others would at least get the idea.
Now, on to other things… I would stick out far too much in these clothes. I set the cards on the ground by the wallet and stood up. Holding my staff close to me, I concentrated… I changed my robes into black pants and a purple turtleneck. But my tall hat… I only took it off to sleep. I would feel naked without some sort of head covering. Not to mention the fact that it made me appear taller. I finally settled on a much smaller version of it. I picked up my new wallet and cards, putting them into my pocket. Then I set off into the world, towards whatever might be in store for me.
Endnote: Well, what do you think? Personally, I think it has some very good ideas but the story itself needs work. But please, tell me what you think! Review, PLEASE!!!