The Dark Magician

╰☆╮ Dark Magician was caught between being excited to see who this blind date was and feeling stupid for signing up for this in the first place. He sat in a quiet little diner in a booth next to a window. He had just sat down, and he was waiting for his date to join him.

Typically, Dark Magician didn’t bother himself with romance. He spent his time on magic, and he found it distracting to devote himself to something else. However, recently he was feeling a bit lonely, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, and he had hoped that going on a date would help. His nerves were giving him second thoughts. What if there was no attraction between them? It would be easy for this to turn into an awkward experience. 

╰☆╮“I had been studying. How are you, Yugi?”

Since the Pharaoh dueled…? Jun was going to say something, but was silenced by his confusion. His mind put two and two together and figured that this was the one and only Dark Magician.

Remarkable students? “Of course I’m remarkable; I was originally placed in Obelisk Blue, and I was a child dueling prodigy. You’re looking at the next King of Games!”

Before he could boast about his other accomplishments, Ojamas Yellow, Green and Black appeared. Jun’s eyes grew wide and then his palm met his forehead with a slap. “NOT YOU THREE. Get lost!” He didn’t want them to annoy a legendary spirit like the Dark Magician!

╰☆╮ The word Obelisk conjured up memories from years ago. “Yes, the school has has houses based off of the Egyptian Gods; that’s right.” Though why Obelisk was first was beyond him. He preferred Ra himself. 

He couldn’t help but smirk when the child claim he would be the next King of Games, his playful side showing. “Congratulations about your abilities. You have a lot of ambition, but do you plan to actually beat the Yugi Mutou?” He would like to see the Duelist who could. Yugi had managed to beat the Pharaoh. He didn’t actually know the strength of the person before him, but his pride claimed that he couldn’t be stronger his beloved Master.

The locker was back in it’s place, hopefully it would stay there now and not try falling on anyone else, “Y-yeah I’m fine, really. Thank you.” she was still stumbling along trying to figure out how he had stopped the falling item at all. Nothing was coming to mind, except maybe that he was the real thing. Mana wasn’t sure what to think if that was true. The dark cloud of magic pulling the locker upright again sure looked real to her. What did that mean then, if the magician himself was real after all?

She thought about looking a little closer, just to see for herself in a way that was guaranteed to prove one way or the other, and decided against it in the end. Both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled, “If you hadn’t shown up I’d be in the infirmary for sure. Wherever it is you came from.” for the moment, exactly where that was could be wondered about later.

╰☆╮ Not even a scratch. Thank goodness. “Yes. It is lucky Yugi Mutou stayed late.” If he hadn’t, Dark Magician would be at the game shop with him. Which reminded him, he should be getting back to his Master. It wasn’t painful or dangerous to be so far away from his card, but he did feel better by his side.

Tierra growls, a sound of grinding steel and hissing steam in high-pitched anger. He would not be defied, or disrespected in any way, shape, or form. He snaps his jaws too close to Dark Magician for comfort, purposely missing but making his point known that he is the tyrant here– he is the one in charge.

He will rule with an iron fist and a burning rage that will consume the world.

Etsuko frowns, which is an expression seemingly plastered on his face near constantly. He was not a happy teen, especially given his situation.

“I kept you around,” he nods to Dark Magician, “because you interested me, to say the least. But if you request it, I’ll pass you along to someone else you may see fit.”

╰☆╮ His heart raced. His mouth went dry. Those teeth! That might! His stomach felt like it turned in on itself when Tierra came so close to his being. But Dark Magician was a creature of discipline. Dark magic would not listen to someone who has a weak will, who lets their emotions dictate their responses. It will destroy such a person, and as a master of magic, he could hide such responses. He didn’t so much as flinch as the horrible sounds of the Infernoid reached his ear.

He reminded Dark Magician of a child, of some sorts. He could not fathom a Duel Monster controlling their Duelist. It was too different from the philosophies he acted under for him to begin to wrap his mind around it.

Could the Duelist truly be a puppet? If so, Dark Magician would be sick with disgust at the Duel Monsters.

The heavens opened with a massive downpour of rain! Desperate to get out Hikaru dived into what seemed like a vacant outbuilding. Ringing out the rain water from his robes he was startled when a voice spoke to him,  That voice belonged to another duel monster but not just any duel monster but a fellow Dark Magician!.

It took awhile for the snow white mage to realize this Dark mage had no intention judging from the manner in which he asked his question.

“huh-!?, Oh n-n-no we haven’t Sir.” he answered nervously and continued “I’m Hikaru…May I ask for your name Sir?”

╰☆╮ Dark Magician had been practicing some spells when the other wondered into the building. Well, wonder was a light word. To be more accurate, the male had dived into the room. Dark Magician was more familiar than concerned. Something about him seemed familiar. It had to be the outfit. 

“I am Mahado, Hikaru.” Assuming this person was a human, he saw no need to confess that he was a Duel Monster. It would probably just lead to confusion.”There is no need for you to call me sir.”