The Rod and the Mage
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,568
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Actual end of Prologue!
Here it is! The end of the beginning! Let's rejoice for I'll be starting the actual rp story soon! Plz r&r, and I don't own 'em!
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“Why did you let him keep the card?!” Isis and both of theks iks in the room shouted at the same time.
Teajuana gave no answer and just sat by the window, thinking about her little brother and Egypt. She began wondering if she did the right thing by letting Marik keep the card, but her mind was made up. Something inside told her to trust Marik. She touched her dagger on her arm and stood.
“Bastet Nefertiti?!” Isis whined.
“What do you want to hear, Isis? You want me to say I was a fool for letting him keep it? That I should have just taken the card? That I should have banished him? Where, Isis? Where would I banish him to?!” the other snapped back.
“To the Shadow Realm!”
“No. I would not have put my cards in danger like that. Besides, I was told to let him go, with the card.”
“He took over. . .”
“No! Just something inside said to leave him! I showed him who was the better duelist.” The young warrior sighed, “I’m out of here.” She left and made her way to the Dueling Ring on top of the blimp, using the time to think. “What is wrong with me?” she asked, her voice filled with defeat. “Why did I ask him to forgive me? Was en ien in control? Arg! I should’ve stayed in Egypt! Things aren’t so complicated there! And I miss Yonnie. Dammit! My head is killing me! I don’t understand any of it!” Teajuana hit the railing with her fists, leaving two fist sized grooves. “What. Is. Wrong with me?!” Teajuana slumped to the floor and held herself tight. Images of her life flooded her mind, causing pain. Abruptly, she stood up in a defensive posistion, a hand already on her dagger.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” came the male, slightly deranged voice.
“Like hell you could. Just go away.”
“I felt something with my rod. I heard pain and came to investigate.”
“To rub it in no doubt. You’re all alike. You’re just waiting for me to drop my guard so you can make me feel worse.”
“Now, hold on just a minute. /I/ thought /you/ would be gloating about knocking /me/ down.”
“I dealt my sentence, Marik. I’m not like everyone else. I’m not like you.”
“No, you just judge people before you get to know them,” he said as he crossed his arms.
“Better to push away than to get hurt.”
“Get hurt? Tell me.”
“Forget it! I’m not stupid. I won’t let you use that information against me. Anyone would. I trust no one.”
“What about Yonnie?”
Before Marik could blink, Teajuana had him pressed against a wall with a dagger pressed against his throat, the tip breaking the skin just enough to release a drop of blood. He tried to push her off, found he couldn’t physically, and tried flinging her with the Rod, which didn’t work either. Now, he was scared.
“You have no right to talk about Yonnie. Understand? Any harm that befalls him will be dealt with a quick eath and the soul of that harm locked away in a card for all eternity.”
“You don’t have that kind of power.”
“You don’t think so? Then answer how you can’t get free.”
Marik went silent. He didn’t know why she was stronger than the Rod or why he couldn’t push her off. The dagger was still pressed against his throat and could easily kill him in an instant, so he had to do some fast talking.
“I can’t answer, Bastet. I’m sorry for mentioning the male. It’s apparent you care for him very deeply and protect him with your whole being. You are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, perhaps stronger than the pharaoh himself.”
Despite his words, Teajuana released Marik from her hold, deciding he wasn’t worth the kill. She went back tot he railing and hung her head, concentrating solely on her brother to get rid of the screams she heard of children far from her current location. Marik looked around as he heard them himself through his Rod.
“What is that?” he asked.
“Children.” She gave no explanation other than that single word. Marik was surprised she even answered let alone knew what he was talking about. “You wonder how I know.”
“. . .Yes, actually.”
“It’s simple. I hear them all the time.”
“You hear children screaming?”
“They cry out for help. They scream cause they’re in pain. They shed tears because that life is all they know and wonder if that is all life is. And I’m in no position to help them.”
“Why help them?”
She looked to him then, eyes flashing with anger. “Becuase I know what it’s like, and no one should have to live with that.”
“But you had to live with it. It’s not fair to you for others not to live the same.”
“Fairness is one thing. Sympathy is another.”
“Sympathy. Hmph. It gets in the way.”
“You say that cause no one’s ever shown it to you.”
“That’s . . .not entirely true.”
“And I don’t need it.”
Marik looked up and at the stern look on the mage’s face. Emotions mixed together, never seeming to pick just one and crowding around to hide each other. He realized he was able to talk to her, but how was that possible since they weren’t eveiendiends?
He watched as the young woman cringed in pain, her clouded, glowing red eyes closing briefly. When they opened, not a single drop of moisture was found in her eyes. Marik wondered if perhaps her emotions were always the same and she just learned to deal with it. He also wondered how her eyes where red.
“Do you see what they go through?”
“I don’t need to, but yes,” was her reply. “It kills me that I can do nothing right now, that I am stuck here of all places.”
“Perhaps we could find a way out?”
“We could, but even if we did, we’re out in the middle of the ocean, far from land. It’s not like we could go anywhere or make the situation better.”
“I honestly hadn’t thought about that.”
A few minutes of silence passed before the woman spoke again. “I know what the inscriptions on your back say.” She got up from leaving and began toward the blimp’s elevator.
“How do you know?”
“I can read them.” She stopped and looked at him. “And I can’t read everyday writing.” Teajuana stepped into the waiting elevator and went back to Isis’s room. She wished she had a room of her own, but Isis left her alone.
It wasn’t too long after that Yugi became the victor of the Battle City duels. In reality, it was very obvious who would win, but anything could have happened. Teajuana returned to her normal habits once the group returned to Domino, and no one heard from her for a few months. Malik was the first to even see her after the duels.
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“Why did you let him keep the card?!” Isis and both of theks iks in the room shouted at the same time.
Teajuana gave no answer and just sat by the window, thinking about her little brother and Egypt. She began wondering if she did the right thing by letting Marik keep the card, but her mind was made up. Something inside told her to trust Marik. She touched her dagger on her arm and stood.
“Bastet Nefertiti?!” Isis whined.
“What do you want to hear, Isis? You want me to say I was a fool for letting him keep it? That I should have just taken the card? That I should have banished him? Where, Isis? Where would I banish him to?!” the other snapped back.
“To the Shadow Realm!”
“No. I would not have put my cards in danger like that. Besides, I was told to let him go, with the card.”
“He took over. . .”
“No! Just something inside said to leave him! I showed him who was the better duelist.” The young warrior sighed, “I’m out of here.” She left and made her way to the Dueling Ring on top of the blimp, using the time to think. “What is wrong with me?” she asked, her voice filled with defeat. “Why did I ask him to forgive me? Was en ien in control? Arg! I should’ve stayed in Egypt! Things aren’t so complicated there! And I miss Yonnie. Dammit! My head is killing me! I don’t understand any of it!” Teajuana hit the railing with her fists, leaving two fist sized grooves. “What. Is. Wrong with me?!” Teajuana slumped to the floor and held herself tight. Images of her life flooded her mind, causing pain. Abruptly, she stood up in a defensive posistion, a hand already on her dagger.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” came the male, slightly deranged voice.
“Like hell you could. Just go away.”
“I felt something with my rod. I heard pain and came to investigate.”
“To rub it in no doubt. You’re all alike. You’re just waiting for me to drop my guard so you can make me feel worse.”
“Now, hold on just a minute. /I/ thought /you/ would be gloating about knocking /me/ down.”
“I dealt my sentence, Marik. I’m not like everyone else. I’m not like you.”
“No, you just judge people before you get to know them,” he said as he crossed his arms.
“Better to push away than to get hurt.”
“Get hurt? Tell me.”
“Forget it! I’m not stupid. I won’t let you use that information against me. Anyone would. I trust no one.”
“What about Yonnie?”
Before Marik could blink, Teajuana had him pressed against a wall with a dagger pressed against his throat, the tip breaking the skin just enough to release a drop of blood. He tried to push her off, found he couldn’t physically, and tried flinging her with the Rod, which didn’t work either. Now, he was scared.
“You have no right to talk about Yonnie. Understand? Any harm that befalls him will be dealt with a quick eath and the soul of that harm locked away in a card for all eternity.”
“You don’t have that kind of power.”
“You don’t think so? Then answer how you can’t get free.”
Marik went silent. He didn’t know why she was stronger than the Rod or why he couldn’t push her off. The dagger was still pressed against his throat and could easily kill him in an instant, so he had to do some fast talking.
“I can’t answer, Bastet. I’m sorry for mentioning the male. It’s apparent you care for him very deeply and protect him with your whole being. You are stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, perhaps stronger than the pharaoh himself.”
Despite his words, Teajuana released Marik from her hold, deciding he wasn’t worth the kill. She went back tot he railing and hung her head, concentrating solely on her brother to get rid of the screams she heard of children far from her current location. Marik looked around as he heard them himself through his Rod.
“What is that?” he asked.
“Children.” She gave no explanation other than that single word. Marik was surprised she even answered let alone knew what he was talking about. “You wonder how I know.”
“. . .Yes, actually.”
“It’s simple. I hear them all the time.”
“You hear children screaming?”
“They cry out for help. They scream cause they’re in pain. They shed tears because that life is all they know and wonder if that is all life is. And I’m in no position to help them.”
“Why help them?”
She looked to him then, eyes flashing with anger. “Becuase I know what it’s like, and no one should have to live with that.”
“But you had to live with it. It’s not fair to you for others not to live the same.”
“Fairness is one thing. Sympathy is another.”
“Sympathy. Hmph. It gets in the way.”
“You say that cause no one’s ever shown it to you.”
“That’s . . .not entirely true.”
“And I don’t need it.”
Marik looked up and at the stern look on the mage’s face. Emotions mixed together, never seeming to pick just one and crowding around to hide each other. He realized he was able to talk to her, but how was that possible since they weren’t eveiendiends?
He watched as the young woman cringed in pain, her clouded, glowing red eyes closing briefly. When they opened, not a single drop of moisture was found in her eyes. Marik wondered if perhaps her emotions were always the same and she just learned to deal with it. He also wondered how her eyes where red.
“Do you see what they go through?”
“I don’t need to, but yes,” was her reply. “It kills me that I can do nothing right now, that I am stuck here of all places.”
“Perhaps we could find a way out?”
“We could, but even if we did, we’re out in the middle of the ocean, far from land. It’s not like we could go anywhere or make the situation better.”
“I honestly hadn’t thought about that.”
A few minutes of silence passed before the woman spoke again. “I know what the inscriptions on your back say.” She got up from leaving and began toward the blimp’s elevator.
“How do you know?”
“I can read them.” She stopped and looked at him. “And I can’t read everyday writing.” Teajuana stepped into the waiting elevator and went back to Isis’s room. She wished she had a room of her own, but Isis left her alone.
It wasn’t too long after that Yugi became the victor of the Battle City duels. In reality, it was very obvious who would win, but anything could have happened. Teajuana returned to her normal habits once the group returned to Domino, and no one heard from her for a few months. Malik was the first to even see her after the duels.