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Chocolat, Chokoreeto, Theobramaticus… Chocolate	By : WittyPhantom Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ta-da!
Sekura: would you look at that… he’s not dead.

I do what I can

Sekura: like harass me?

Precisely… I want to dedicate this chapter to all those people who thought this story was finished after the last chapter… shame on you! you should know me better than that… ;)

Sekura: after chapter 358937596593272565… and 1 of OD&D, I presume?

Right.. so you may have to read the last little bit of chapter 3 again to figure out what’s going on… and yes, this fic is going to be written in three parts of three chapters.. the first part was named Revelations in case anybody missed it.

Part II – Reconstruction

Chapter IV – “And look who has come crawling back…”

‘Welcome to my lair’ said the spider to the fly…

Never has one thought been so true in my life. I know what’s waiting for me here and I honestly don’t know why I chose here of all places. And I hate boats. More importantly, why did I come back here? Especially by boat, I hate boats! I could have been shipped off in a packing crate to Abu Dhabi and probably would have had more fun. Oh yeah, did I mention I hate boats?

Why I decided to take this Ra-forsaken boat is really beyond me because I hate them so much. I could have just taken a helicopter and it would have been just as easy as this blasted nautical voyage. Hell, I probably could have even asked that baka Seto to let me borrow his personal jet for the day, well if by jet I mean his big; flying; by Ra, I hope it’s mechanical; dragon… thing. Not to mention that Yami no Bakura would have put in a few good words for me to sway his opinion; well, unless the spirit has already made a mon lin little Mokuba, which I don’t doubt, in which case, Seto will probably want him dead by the end of the week. Good luck on that, love… I’d almost like to come back to see just how you intend to kill a spirit

But that’s really not the point. The point is I hate. I hate this boat, I hate this trip, I hate my life, I hate where I’m going, I hate where I’ve come from, I just generally hate everything. I resent being forced on this little voyage and am angry at about just about anything which comes my way.

Which is ironic because it even seems as though the sky is angry enough for me and half the people on that Ra-forsaken island. It’s dark and dreary and, every so often, I can see a flash of lightning slice through the dark evening sky and illuminating the horizon, if only for a moment. Not long after, violent thunderclaps are enough to wake the dozing crew of this small vessel into alertness and they momentarily shout out useless orders before they fall asleep again. The cycle continues thus for about an hour, the small speck of land in the distance slowly but surely getting larger. Personally, I’ve been standing on the deck, staring out into space ever since I finished my book, I’ve had nothing to do.

I stand there, propping my head up with one arm, my elbow resting on the railing of the boat. My other hand lazily twirls a long strand of my black hair in between my fingers. I know it makes me look far to effeminite for my own good, but hell, it’s one small pleasure I managed to take out of this vicious world, but it seems that not even that is enough to make every situation bearable.

Not moving, I growl as the lightning and thunderclaps come closer and closer together, signaling the storm is rapidly approaching our location. But we’re close to the island now, so I pay it no heed. At least, not until the sky decides it too wants to turn against me. It (the sky) spontaneously opens up and pours right on top of us, crewmen scramble about, searching for shelter, diving under bulkheads and such, but I really don’t care. Perhaps fate will smile upon me and strike me dead with a bolt of lighting, but that’s unlikely. Have I mentioned I hate rain, too? The hand previously employed propping my head up falls to the railing and starts drumming irritably while I twirl my hair like a sissy little fangirl. There are probably people milling about, wondering if they should suggest I get out of this storm, but most know better than to approach me when I am in a less than stellar mood. Like right now.

I finally decide to seek shelter because I am drenched to the bone, shivering, and overall, uncomfortable. For some reason, the boat has stopped and lowered anchor, probably because the storm is making the water unfit for navigation. The second I turn around, lightning illuminating both the night sky and my features, casting shadows over parts of my face. As I walk towards the cabins, I glare at anyone who looks at me the wrong way, now I know why Seto likes this intimidation factor so much, it’s fun to have people running away from me. Note to self, if I can’t manage to kill myself, perhaps I can at least get horribly, horribly maimed and scare people for a living.

As I pass the boss around here, I ask him why we’ve stopped and he effvelyvely replied because of the storm and we would continue the voyage in the morning. I stand corrected, he’s not the big boss around here, but the second-in-“command”, the real captain is probably fast asleep in her quarters downstairs—and yes, I said her. Personally, I would have wanted to talk to anyone but him, that tattoo on his face arouses my ire and I want to scratch it off, but I restrain myself. It’s late anyway and apparently we’ve already had someone called ahead to inform of our continued absence, probably that crazy guy with the elf-like ears, I wonder if he’s on a first name basis with the Celtic Guardian? I really don’t care one way or the other, on the ears or the delay. If I had my way, we would never get there and spend eternity in the middle of nowhere, I would have my own personal little raft and I could sail away from everyone I can’t stand—which is pretty much everyone.

I enter the room which is designated as mine and lay down on the surprisingly soft futon and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow, my life will change drastically and I don’t know if I should be scared or overjoyed.

When I awoke the next morning, which I suppose is today when I think about it, I was greeted by a sight which made me desire those yami no powers Yami no Yugi is always throwing around. How dare that obnoxious sun infinge on my right to sleep, who does it think it is, some semi-phenominal celestial body? I try to keep my eyes closed and go back to sleep, wondering idly what time it is, but the people outside have already started bustling and I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep, even if I was grantedkneskness. I look at the di clock beside my bed and cringe when I realize it is 4 am.

Irked, I drag myself out of bed and get dressed, I would have worn my usual outfit with the red vest and all, but I was stupid enoto sto sleep in it. Instead, I am forced to wear my school uniform, I realize it supposedly makes me look hot but I personally don’t see it, nor do I care to see it. I decide to leave my hair down today, really because I have no desire to fight with it into somet oft of style, I just let the ebony strands fall straight to a little past the bottoms of my shoulder blades, I don’t care how feminine I must look.

I know we are close to my final destination, so I take care to assure I’ve repacked everything from my room into the bag I had brought with me. Damn, we’re become such a material society it would sicken me if I weren’t already sick from the boat. Looking at my belongings which survived my previous rage, I realize I must seem poor and unprovided for because I don’t have many material possessions. The thought depresses me more than I already am because the downfall of the said “developped societies” will surely begin with what they seem to value most.

When I’m finished musing to myself, I casually stroll onto the main deck, almtoo too casually as the shocked expressions of the crew are all too obvious, one Chinese man is particularily amusing to me, his hilarious antics are enough to make me almost crack a smile, but not quite. I assume the same position against the railing where I had been yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, I’ve always enjoyed being near the salt water of the ocean, for some reason, it always does wonders for my skin. But needless to say, I’m pretty sure at least some people on this boat right now cannot believe I want to kill myself so badly, I can see it in their eyes, they actually think I’m happy… poor, deluded fools.

It takes us a few more hours from that point to get to our stopping point, at least I think it was a few hours, I tend to lose track of time when I’m musing to myself concerning the physics of the temporal causality loops of time and space. In any case, the ever illustrious helmsman of this prestigeous vessel is obviously an idiot as we pull in to the harbour, hitting a rather large rock and sending me flying across the deck, landing unceremoniously on my ass. To amuse myself, and to enact some meager vengeance, I tell off the helmsman, one Tom Paris, and mention something about turning him into a vaguely amphibian-like organism. On the bright side, at least I still ended up on the ship, as I was flying through the air, I managed to catch a glimpse of another crewmember flying overboard, his red shirt being the only identification of him being part of the crew… well, that and the fact I’m the only passenger. From the way nobody cared as the sharks, or other carniverous sea-dwellers, tore into him, I’d imagine he was a despensible ensign.

I gather my things once we’ve successfully docked and I step off the boat and on to solid ground for the first time in some seven or eight odd days, I can’t remember anymore. A man comes out and greets me, offering to take my things and telling me I am waited for at the castle. I thank him and he retires, bowing respectfully, finally someone who knows how to treat a guy! I would thank the people who brought me all the way here, but seeing as I was physically shoved onto that boat to begin with, I decide against it and start walking away and into the forest.

All things considered, nothing has really changed since the last time I was here. The dueling arenas are still exactly as I remember them, though some obviously haven’t been used for some time, practically covered in plant life, I wonder if they still even work? By the looks of Kimo when I first got here, even the lackies are dressed the same, poor guys. Although, I am sort of looking forward to seeing Croquet again, it has been too long. Ah, welcome back to Duelist Kindom, where it all began and is all likely to end…

Walking through the forest, I marvel at some of the areas I helped design. It was so long ago, yet these places are still well kept, as though I was here yesterday. Before long, I come to the obcenely large stair case leading up to the main castle, and begin to climb. Idly, I remember being told of the duel Seto had with Yami no Yugi on this very terrace. I stroll across the stone floor right in the middle of the battle where it to have taken place at this very moment. I find myself on the far end and I remember Seto telling me how he beat Yugi by threatening suicide and forcing him to conceed. Wondering what it was like, I climb on the parapet and face the same way he must have been facing. I notice how easy it feels to fall backwards, my eyes fluttering shut, letting the wind guide my body where it will.

“Otogi-sama, you are being expected.” Kimo announces, snapping me out of my reverie.

My eyes slowly open again and I hop off the parapet, following the guard inside the castle. Even though it’s been so long, I know where everything is, and make my way rapidly to the main dining chamber where I expect my host is awaiting me.

Sure enough, no sooner did I walk into the room, all the assistants left save one. Croquet was always my favourite of all the hired help and I saw him taking a seat on the opposite side of the room from where I was seated. I sit and wait on one end of the elegant fifteen foot solid wood table. On my right, I look out the large windows onto the vista below. It’s truly a more serene part of the island, a quiet patio and the slow movements of a creek running past that I can hear even from here, in my mind.

I realize I had drifted off into a little fantasy land of mine where everything is happy and I am the king of the universe when I find myself laying on the grass in the arms of my lover—who I can’t see for some reason… just a fuzzy black mass, cradling me in his arms. I shake my head as I come back to reality, realizing I’ve just been graced with the presence of my idol.

Pushing my chair back and getting up, I bow deeply out of respect and let my eyes travel over my mentor—it’s been so long, yet he looks exactly the same as he did so long ago, even though I know he’s been through hell and back. I’m actually surprised to find him in a outfit which isn’t red in any way, but rather, in a jet black business suit all the way down to black shoes, a black shit and a black tie. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him in anything which is not red… let alone anything so… stylish. My eyes travel all the way up from the ground to his face which never ceases to creep me out. They way his hair always manages to cover one side of his face to hide the Sennen Eye ever since he got it back from whoever finally wrenched it away from Yami no Bakura’s clutches, I can’t remember who anymore. Anyway, even his hair irks me; it’s white, but not an octogenarian white, just scary white. I always imagine his hair like Yami no Bakura’s but straighter, or Yami no Bakura’s like his only crazier.

“Otogi-boy, how good of you to stop in and visit me.” Maximillien Pegasus says, walking over and giving me a hug which I actually return with genuine emotion. Just being in this man’s presence inspires me.

“It’s good to be back, though I don’t know how long I’ll be staying, I do have a lot of things I need to accomplish” I say, ‘Like deciding how I want to die.’ I add mentally.

“Nonsense!” he exclaims, “You’ll have everything you need to get your work done here. Industrial Illusions is at your disposal, after all, I do own the company.” He adds with a smirk.

“I thought Yugi obtained sixty percent of the company after he defeated you in the Duelist Kingdom tournament?” I shoot back with a smirk of my own.

“Ah, Otogi, that’s what I miss about not having you around, a nice verbal joust. Truth be told, I put a loophole in that part of the contract, stating if Yugi-boy doesn’t assert control over the company within a week of the signing, the contract becomes invalid.”

“But it takes a week to get here from the mainland.”

“Precisely”

“Ingenious”

“Thank you. In any case, I don’t know why you’ve fled from your honor nor do I care to know. But I have no reason to house you like an animal so while you are here, you will have complete access to all of the grounds, technology, aid available on this island. The only limit I put on you is that you may not enter the East Tower. This is only because my quarters are up there and I’ve turned the place into my own little hazard zone, trying to reinvent Duel Monsters.” Pegasus says finally sitting down at the head of the table, Croquet on his left, and motioning for me to take the seat on his right, directly across from Croquet.

“So you really don’t want to know why I’m here?” I ask, dumbfoundedly.

“Not really. It’s your life and I have no business meddling in it. Besides, even if I did want to know, I wouldn’t ask you, your mind is an open book to me, remember that, Otogi-boy.” He said, moving his hair out of the way, reminding me of the omniscient presence of one Sennen Eye as he takes a sip from the wine glass he seems to be perpetually holding, except when he’s harassing people on the video phone or via video cassette.

“Thank you, Pegasus-sama, you seem to be the only person who has any gentlemanly honour left and allows me to live my life in peace.”

“Master Pegasus has never been one to intrude in on other people’s lives…” Croquet begins.

“What about when he stole the soul of Yugi-kun’s sofu?” I stick in, cutting off my dear Croquet.

“…Unless it is in his best interest and he has an alterior motive or two.” He finishes.

“Oh.” I manage to sputter stupidly.

“You see, Otogi-boy, I do what I need to do to get what I want; however, I assure you, I never use my pupils. …Especially not my favourite one.” He says, smiling at me, “You’ve had a long trip, eat something and then Croquet will show you to your room and I will see you in the morning.” Pegasus announces as he gets up and promptly leaves the room.

“Oyasumi…” I call out. I hadn’t realized the time, but the grandfather clock on the wall easily shows that it’s almost ten o’clock, I must have been out wandering the grounds for longer than I thought.

I turn my attention to the massive spread of food that I swear wasn’t there a minute ago. Needless to say, Pegasus still remembers what I like. Pasta, seafood, and seafood pasta litter the table as I tear into it like a raving lunatic. Croquet smiles as I compliment him for having remembered my favourite, shark fin rotini… yummy!

After about an hour of gorging myself, I finish eating and ask Croquet to show me to my room, which he promptly does, indulging me in some conversation on the way there. He shows me the door and retreats to his own room, telling me to call if I need anything because all the rooms in the mansion are linked by an intercom system. I thank him and stare at the door before reaching out to open it. Well, here goes nothing.

…This is the first day of the rest of my life… or at least what’s left of it.
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alright, that was more of a plot chapter than I wanted
Sekura: hee hee… a virtual cookie to the first person who can catch the second genre reference I’ve slipped in here… first the chapter two title, now this… where will the insanity end… MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

…. Not any time soon I would imagine…

Sekura: shut up phantom… go have some cake…

*thinks of the KC cake sitting in the fridge* … oki!
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