Lonliness and Desperation

Chapter 1

You had come to him that night, desperate and alone. Your presence in the shadow realm usually represented an impending duel or something amiss, but not this night. This night all you wanted was the touch of his nimble fingers. You desired his body over yours and his eyes gazing into your pleasure ridden ones. Your deck monsters greeted you with the respect you deserved which you rudely ignored. At once they backed away from you their curious mistress. Walking up to the residence you had created for them,(a large modern looking medieval castle/mansion) you trudged up the long black marble staircase as if in a trance. Your eyes were half lidded and you mouth was parted in anticipation. This was the first time you would be coming to him with this in mind. Ever since Seto Kaiba left you because he thought his work was too important, you remained in a constant emotionless daze. You reached the top of the stairs and was greeted with one of the many wide and vast hallways decorated with ornate paintings and tapestries. You had a very unique taste for the world champ spellcaster duelist. No one else managed to master the spell caster’s like you did.
In addition to that, your own spiritual powers helped you develop a more personal repertoire with them. They were almost like a second family you visited. Mighty Mage, Dark Magician, Dark Flare Knight, Dark Sage, Neo the Magic Swordsman, Ancient Elf, etc. they all saw you as more than their mistress they saw you as their friend and confidant. All but one. Your prized and favorite mage with the eyes like fresh blood and skin like a glistening sapphire. His long black hair that swayed behind him whenever he casually acknoloweged your arrival. You were mesmerized by his deep resonating voice and his tall statuesque form. He was the first monster you claimed, your deck master the Magician of Black Chaos. All of your other monsters feared and respected him as the great mage that he was. He was like sovereign of your deck and rooms silenced upon his entering. The only one he bowed to was you and even that he did begrudgingly. He was your biggest most encourage able mage and he loved to test you. Just to see how far he could go before you bestowed consequences.
You knew he could overpower you if he so chose. Yet he dared not for that went against everything a duel monster stood for. Not even the red Dark Magician you had been given to by Yugi disobeyed you. As you slowly made your way down the hall you passed many more of your cards. Mighty Mage gleefully ran up to you but quickly stopped and pouted as you floated right by. You enjoyed his company, the cute young mage. He was a real sweetie and cared deeply for you. He was like a little brother to you and you always brought him some treat or trinket from the human world. Your breath hitched when his room came into view. You had to venture down a few twists and bends to come to your labyrinth’s exit. The pounding of your heart caused a ringing sensation to cloud your hearing and you had to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. His room was barricaded from outsiders by huge dark wooden doors with brass hinges and handles. The carvings within the beautiful wood were all forged by him and you admired them whenever you came to him. His magic was awesome indeed. If anything he probably already knew you were there preparing to open the doors. Being his mistress and he your creature, you could detect each other’s aura’s and powers.
The secluded corridor bore a cold and foreboding energy that night. The torch lights along the stone and wooden walls seemed to give off no heat nor light. You were once alone in the darkness and that thought frightened you. Your eyes grew wide and the dampness on your skin worsened. This was the first time you were every scared in your own second abode. A cold lump in your throat made it hard for you to swallow and you shook with anxiety. Sweat formed along your neck and forehead. You had to get inside and be with him, you had to be safe. Feeling that impending surge of adrenaline explode within your veins you gripped the handles. Their freezing exterior singed your heated palms, you thought for sure they scorched your flesh when you threw open the heavy doors. They creaked loudly, sending a booming echo to permeate throughout the hall. You gasped and leapt inside hurriedly shutting the doors to seal out the dismal energy.
You remained facing the doors breathing rapidly and trembling the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind like a storm. The crackling flames behind you began their therapeutic ministrations. They soothed you, relaxed you. Their wild yet contained lullaby told you that you had successfully entered his chambers. You knew his room by heart and could map it out in your sleep. A large fireplace out of marble resides in the northern wall, and behind you were the doors. To the eastern wall was an impressive collection of scrolls, books, and magical instruments. All neatly organized into separate wooden bookshelves. The walls were embellished with murals and old maps. In the center of the room was a nice sized glass coffee table surrounded with plush burgundy and gold pillows. The oriental rug beneath it nearly covered the entire floor. The checkered floor was cold under your bare feet. The cathedral ceilings arched above you and the lavish chandeliers glowed dimly with the light of hundreds of candles. Tables of glass and wood lined the southern walls next to you, each had human inventions on them. A plasma T.V., a Mac computer, etc. Tall iPod speakers fit neatly into each corner and were currently playing an entrancing foreign song. It sounded French or Italian to you. On the western wall were several grand mirrors that reached the ceiling. An equally grand dresser and bed sat to the left.
That’s when you noticed him standing there with his arms folded. A cross look on his otherwise handsome face. The blue skinned god was clearly displeased. He rested most of his weight on his one leg causing it to jut out in a delicious manner that made you gulp. An angular eyebrow was raised in questioning. He wanted to know why you barged in on him so suddenly. He wasn’t in his battle garb but in loose red silk pajama bottoms that hung precariously low on his hips. So much so that his prominate V peaked above the waistband. You fought the blush rising to your cheeks and the blood rushing towards your lower regions. You toyed with the idea of retreating and going home. To cry yourself to sleep in your empty bed. You shook your head, your long hair swishing from side to side. You would never succumb to such weakness. Straightening your back, you turned to face your powerful mage and preceded towards him a look of determination burning within your eyes.