Ok, I tried this story before (you guys may remember it), but I thought I could write it better and came up with some more stuff I could have added in the earlier chapters. So, here's my revised and re-written version of "Yu-Gi-Oh: The Six Avatars". Enjoy.
I know what you’re expecting. You’re expecting a story of good versus evil. The forces of light versus the forces of darkness. A story that’s pretty much black and white.
Well, I hate to disappoint you, but my story’s not like that.
No, I consider mine to be a bit more, grey, then that.
But before I start, I’d like to ask you something.
You know the game Duel Monsters right? Hehe, of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be listening to me. Well, I’m a duellist too. Although, my deck isn’t exactly what one would call ‘hero materiel’. Heck, you might find it hard to believe that I’M the hero here.
But you’re probably wondering’ what does this have to do with anything?’, right? Afterall, it’s just a game.
Or at least, that’s what I thought. It’s funny how something that seems so harmless can actually be something dangerous. Confused, well, listen to my story and you’ll know what I mean.
One last thing before I begin.
You’re all wondering who I am aren’t you?
Well, there are those who call me…
…The Devil Man.
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Yu-Gi-Oh: The Six Avatars
[u]Prologue: King of Fiends
“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the Duel Monsters Adelaide Regional Finals! For those who’ve just tuned in, This is Mimi Penelope and we’re up to the final duel of the tournament, between Daniel Winston 3rd and our local Forte Rosamund. So far, Forte has been dominating this duel, leading with 3200 lifepoints, while Daniel’s barely keeping up with 1400 lifepoints.”
Forte mentally groaned as his poisonous green eyes scanned the cards in his hand. He figured Mimi was made WITHOUT a volume control because he had to put up with her non-stop screeching all throughout this tournament.
To make things worse, he had to duel someone who sounded like someone who’d been born in the Middle Ages.
He brushed a couple of pale lavender bangs away from his face as his eyes scanned the field. His opponent was a few inches shorter then he was. He had dark brown hair which was cut short and well kept. His hazel brown eyes watched him impatiently from behind a pair of rounded glasses (Forte could clearly see they were for show, since there was no lenses). He was also weaing an expensive black suit, most likely in an attempt to show off just how wealthy he was. Forte held back a chuckle. Combined with his pompous appearance, his bad duelling skils and his annoying way of talking, he was only making himself look like a complete fool.
Forte himself was wearing mostly black too. He wore what appeared to be a black, sleeveless overcoat with red trim, which was done all the way up and over it, a black jacket with blue trim and three small belts on each arm, which was usually left open. His pants were either black or a dark purple, it was hard to tell from beneath his coat, but he also wore black combat boots and black gloves with rhinestones on the knuckles. Aside from a few bangs, Forte’s long lavender hair was tied into a ponytail.
However, despite their appearances, what was on the field seemed to be against him. On Daniel’s side of the field was a tanned, armoured barbarian with an axe, and Axe Raider (1700/1150) and one card face down. The only thing on Forte’s side was a dark swordsman clad in skeletal, almost bone-like armour, a Skull Knight #2 (1000/1200). It was currently Forte’s move.
“Make thy move Knave!” Daniel exclaimed in his ‘ye olde’ accent, clearly getting impatient. Forte mentally cringed as he looked up from his cards and glared at him. He had to put up with this for the whole damm match.
“Keep your pants on Richard III,” Forte replied mockingly, “Despite what you think, most duellists actually THINK before making a move.”
He looked over his hand one last time before picking out a card.
“I’ll summon Archfiend Soldier, in attack mode!”
A dark portal opened behind him, and the dark, bulky form of the fiend leaped out, over Forte’s head and in front of him. It drew a large sword and pointed it directly at Daniel and his monster, a low growl emitting from its skull-like face (1900/1500). The axe raider drew back a bit, slightly nervous.
Forte smirked.
“Archfiend! Attack at brit’s Axe Raider with Sword of the Underworld!”
The fiend gave a small war cry before leaping into the air, its blade ready to cleave the axe raider in two.
“Halt!” Daniel exclaimed, as his face up card lifted, “I activate Waboku! These virtuous maidens shall stop thy fiend’s attack!”
Forte snarled as three maidens appeared in front of the axe raider. The archfiend stopped just inches befre them and lowered its swords, giving a small growl in frustration.
Am I the only one who doesn’t have that damm card?
Forte hated cards like Waboku. He only saw them as a way to stall for time, something Forte never wanted to do.
“I’ll end my turn then,” he shrugged. He could always wipe out his worrier on his next turn right?
Daniel drew and grinned smugly upon seeing the card.
“This is it,” he announced, “the beginning of the end for you fiend! I play Cost Down!”
Forte’s eyes narrowed. Daniel wasn’t the first person to use that card against him and whenever they did, it usually meant one thing.
“At the cost of only one card, I shall summon the leader of my great army! Axe Raider! Begone!”
The raider lowered his axe and bowed his head as he vanished. A hard wind blew through the stadium.
“Now villian! Thou shall feel the wrath of the leader of my army!”
Forte put up his guard.
This is it!
“Come forth!
Gaia the Fierce Knight!
Forte’s jaw almost hit the floor.
With a powerful gust of wind, a knight in blue and red armour, riding a purple horse and wielding two red lances lept over Daniel. He pointed one at Forte, glaring at him from behind his visor. (2300/2100).
Daniel noticed the stunned look on Forte’s face and his smug grin widened.
“I see thou has meet his match hmm? Your fiends shall know fear as they fall by Gaia’s mighty lances!”
”You Bloody Idiot!”
Daniel stared at Forte, his msugness replaced with dumb confusion.
“Uh, what?” he asked, knocked out of character by Forte’s outburst.
“You’re telling me you based your entire deck around Gaia!?” Forte asked, his voice filled with irritation.
Daniel puffed out his chest.
“But of course, for Gaia is the strongest of all the knights!”
“Not to mention one of the most pathetic seven star monsters in exsistance!”
Daniel snarled.
“What!?”
“I mean, God!” Forte continued, as if he didn’t hear him, “There’re a hundred and one six star monsters much better then Gaia! Summoned Skull, Jinzo, Great Maju Garzett, the list goes on!”
“Silence!”
“You could have at least used Swift Gaia! Under the right circumstances, he only requires one sacrifice!”
“Shut up!” Daniel shouted, cutting off Forte’s little rant, “I’ll show you the true power of Gaia! Go my knight, and slay his Archfiend Soldier!”
Gaia bellowed as he charged at the fiend scewering the fiend with one of his lances! The fiend gave one last cry before exploding into pixels.
Forte: 2800
Daniel: 1400
Forte groaned and shook his head. Daniel grinned until..
“Idiot.”
“What was that?” Daniel barked.
Forte looked at him with a tired expression.
“Once again Daniel,” he explained, as if nothing had just happened, “You have proven to everyone in this stadium, that you are an idiot.”
“What are thou talking about!? I slew thou fiendish soldeir like it t’was nothing!”
“True,” Forte sighed, “but, if you had half a brain, you would have attacked my Skull Knight which, I’d like to point out to everyone now, was still in ATTACK MODE!”
It was true. Although Forte wouldn’t be one to admit it, he had forgotten to switch it to defense mode.
Daniel snarled, but then calmly shrugged.
“Not an issue. I’ll slay your fake knight next turn.”
Forte twitched.
Fake knight? Sure, Skull Knight #2’s no Skull Knight #1, but to call it a fake knight? Bad British idiot.
He drew, and a cocky smirk spred across his face.
Jackpot!
“I’ll place on card face down,” Fort announced as a card appeared before him, “and now I’ll summon this little guy in attack mode. Malice Doll if Demise!”
A frightening wooden doll appeared. One had was a razor sharp, metal claw and it carried a large axe in the other. It’s crazed eyes locked onto Daniel from behind it’s tangled hair and it let out a shrill laughter. (1600/1700)
“Your move Lord Dumbass!”
Daniel scowled as he drew, and smirked.
“If thou thought Gaia was terrifying,” he spoke, “Then this shalt make thy blood run cold fiend!”
Forte raised an eyebrow. He never found Gaia frightening. He always thought he was pathetic.
“I now play, Polymerization!”
Forte let out an annoyed groan.
“I shalt combine my knight with the powerful Curse of Dragon!”
The skeletal form of the Curse of Dragon appeared on the field. A portal then opened up behind Daniel’s two monsters, sucking them in. With a flash of light, and a blast of wind, a large form shot out of it. It flew around the arena once before coming to a stop in front of Daniel. Gaia pointed a lance at Forte, glaring.
“Behold,
Gaia the Dragon Champion!” (2600/2100).
Forte shook his head. He wasn’t even going to point out how pointless that move.
“And since fusion monster cannot attack on their first turn, it’s thou move fiend!”
Damm. I was really hoping he’d be stupid enough to attack.
Not that it really matters.
Forte drew, and the smirk reappeared his face.
I take that back. This is much better!
“Daniel,” he said, a little too calmly, “Remember how I told you there were cards much better then Gaia?”
“Yes, what’s thou point?”
“Well, you’re now about to meet one of them,” Forte’s smirk widened, “And he also happens to be my favourite! I sacrifice my Skull Knight #2!”
black flames erupted from the floor, ingulfing Forte’s Skull Knight.
“And I shall summon the king of fiends! Come on out,
Dark Ruler Ha Des!”
From uot of the flames stood a tall fiend. He was dressed in dark robes and jewelery, almost like that of an evil king. His red eyes stared down at Daniel with contempt as he took a sip from the glass of wine he was holding. A wicked smiled appeared on his green face. (2450/1600)
“And because I sacrificed it to summon a fiend, I can now special summon another Skull Knight Number #2 to the field!”
A dark portal opened and an identical Skull Knight appeared. It stood next to Ha Des, and drew its sword (1000/1200)
Daniel stepped back in surprise, but quickly regained his composure.
“Impressive,” he replied smugly, “but thou fiend is no match for Gaia. He shall be an easy foe.”
Forte’s smirk changed into a wild grin.
“So says you! Ha Des, attack!”
Daniel laughed.
“You fool! Didn’t thou hear what I just said? You’re fiend is no match!”
His confidence quickly evaporated as Forte began laughing.
“Oh, but it is,” forte laughed, “When I activate my trap. Bark of the Dark Ruler!”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
“You see. I can pay any amount of life points I want, and the same amount is subtracted from your monster’s attack points. I think, three hundred should do the trick.”
Ha Des let out a loud bellow and Daniel paled as Gaia’s attack fell to 2200.
Forte: 2500
Daniel: 1400
“Now Ha Des! Destroy Gaia with Flames of the Dark Ruler!”
Ha Des took a sip of wine, before exhaling a blast of fire at Gaia. Both knight and steed shrieked in pain before falling to the floor, their bodies burning away before even hitting the ground.
Forte: 2500
Daniel: 1250
“Now, I could have payed 2600 of my lifepoints, blown away our knight and ended it there. But you had to be a pomous moron and insult my fiends. So now…!”
Daniel began to sweat. The two fiends beside Ha Des were almost drooling in anticipation.
“No!” Daniel shouted, “Mercy!”
“Boys!” Forte commanded as he pointed at Daniel, “Get him!”
Daniel’s shriek of fear and pain sent a chill through everyone’s spines. Let no one doubt that Forte Rosamund can be very very cruel.
Forte: 2500
Daniel: 0
After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into applause. Forte’s smirk washed away, leaving his face blank, althuogh nobody noticed.
“And there you have it folks!” shouted Penelope, “With a stunning and brutal comeback, the winner of the Adelaide Regional Tournament is Forte Rosamund!
Come back? I was never in any trouble.
Silently, not even casting a glance over at Daniel, Forte stepped down from the stage and walked out of the arena.
The halls were empty, soon to be filled with all the people as they leave the arena. Forte let out a long and bored sigh.
As he turned and began walking, he heard a slow clapping coming from behind him. He looked back to see someone leaning against the wall, next to where he’d just came from, clapping lazily.
He looked about the same age as Forte, but a bit shorter in terms of height. His electric blue eyes could be seen through his wild, bright red hair which stuck up in all directions. As for clothing, he wore a white shirt which was sloppily tucked into his pants and a pitch black jacket over it with strange bright yellow patterns covering it. He wore pants of the same colour and pattern and he wore combat boots like Forte, only his were old and brown.
“Nice duel Forte,” the teen spoke, seemingly amused, “But don’t you think the way you finished him was a bit much.”
Forte smirked.
“You saw the way he was acting Reece,” Forte replied, “he had it coming.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked playing as the bad guy.”
“And yet I’m the one with all the girls, the respect and I’m one of the most recognised duellists in Australia.”
Reece laughed.
“Noone said being the bad guy doesn’t have its perks.”
Forte chuckled as he shook his head.
“Seriously though, how’d someone as annoying and stupid as him get into the finals?”
“I have no idea.”
Reece looked over Forte’s shoulder and smirked.
“And speaking of annoyances, look who’s coming.”
Forte turned, and supress and groan.
Coming his way was Mimi Penelope, the girl with the biggest mouth he ever met.
She was about a third shorter then Forte and looked about sixteen, even though she was eighteen. Her blonde hair with pink highlights was cut neatly just below her chin and her violet eyes gazed directly into Forte’s green.
She was wearing a rose red blouse with gold trim (possibly to try and make her small chest appear bigger), along with a bright yellow mini skirt, a pair of red and yellow high heels and pale pink stockings. Obviously, her outfit consisted of a lot of red and gold.
“There you are,” she called to them, giving Forte a friendly smile as she approached them, “Nice duel Forte.”
Forte disagreed, but couldn’t be bothered saying so.
Mimi reached into her blouse and pulled out a check.
“Here’s the prize money,” she said, handing it to him.
Forte quickly stuffed it into his pocket, trying not to think where that check had been.
“Well,” Forte faked a friendly smile, “I’ll see you next tournament.”
He turned to leave when.
“Um, Forte?”
Forte stopped and mentally groaned. Couldn’t he go through one tournament when this didn’t happen?
“Yes?” he asked, turning around.
“Well,” she tried to give Forte what was supposed to be a seductive look, “I was just wondering, if you’re not busy tonight, maybe we could…”
“I’m sorry Mimi but I already have plans,” Forte cut her off.
Mimi looked at the ground dissapointed. Forte didn’t like intentionally breaking a woman’s heart, but dating Mimi was something he (along any other guy who had dated her) would not want to do. He learnt why the hard way.
“Maybe next time,” he said, trying to cheer her up.
Mimi perked up a bit.
“Ok,” and with that, she turned and wakled off down the hall.
Forte and Reece headed for the exit.
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Two thousand bucks,” Forte muttered, reading the check as he and Reece were walking down the road, “I feel like I’m getting over paid.”
Reece laughed and slapped his friend on the back.
“Think of it as easy money mate.”
“I know, but…”
“But what?”
Forte groaned in frustration.
“It’s all too easy! There’s no challenge from beating on wannabe duellists like Lord Brain-Dead before. I just don’t get any satisfaction from it anymore.”
Reece stared at his friend.
“I thought you became a duellist for the money Forte.”
Forte sighed.
“That was the idea at the time. But if all duellists start being like this, I may as well get a job. It’ll probbly be less boring.”
Reece held back a chuckle, possibly thinking about his friend working at a fast food joint like McDonalds or something.
“Come on buddy,” he said, draping an arm around his pal, “There’s plenty of decent duellists out there, just waiting to kick your ass.”
Forte smirked as he pushed the red head’s arm off of him.
“One small problem mate, they’re either in Japan or America or something, and I’m stuck here in Australia.”
Reece shrugged.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and they decide to go on tour.”
“Yeah right.”
“Look on the bright side. You’re one of the best duellists in Australia, girls will rip eachother to shreds to get a chance to be with you and you’re old enough to drink. What more could you want?”
Forte laughed.
“Probably less fangirls calling me claiming they’ve had my kid.”
“Yeah,” Reece agreed, bursting into laughter, “How many kids are you supposed to have now?”
“I dunno, I lost count at around nine.”
It took the pair a good few minutes to stop laughing. The two were forced to lean on eachother for support.
“Thanks mate,” forte spoke as his laughter died down, “I needed that.”
“What are mates for? Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“The usual spot?”
“Well, we mustn’t keep our fans waiting.
Forte smirked.
“You mean my fans.”
Hey Guys, Forte here. You guys know the old saying “Be careful what you wish for, because it just might come true”? Well, a part of me is wishing I took that saying seriously when I said I wanted more excitement in my life. Sure, I wanted excitement, but I wasn’t expecting this
And it all began with that one card.
Wondering what I’m talking about? Well, stick around for Chapter 1: A Gift. See ya there.
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