Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Three-In-One Combo ❯ The Shadow Realm ( Chapter 18 )
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By: Indigo Tantarian 
Ooh, now they have to go to the Shadow Realm... And each has a monster who's attatched to him. Poor Scale. ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Ooh, now they have to go to the Shadow Realm... And each has a monster who's attatched to him. Poor Scale. ^_^
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes: I turned to my Forbidden Memories game for Shadi, Ankh, and Scale's monsters. The first few times I dueled Shadi, he used almost nothing but penguin cards. The other two I just like a lot. I couldn't find pictures online, but I drew some great pictures of them with Shadi, Ankh, and Scale. They'll make more sense and be funnier after you read this, so I'll put them at the end.
So glad you all like this so much! I feel so special! Heh… When we were younger, my best friend told me I couldn't write. Guess I showed THAT fool! Oh by the way, doesn't the title remind you of some deal you'd see on a restaurant's menu? That's what I named it after. ^_^
Seena, sure, just hindsight feelings are fine. Wow, don't write 5 whole chapters! Unless you really want to! Bit of an overachiever, aren't you? Yes, Shadi IS hard to do things for. I had to practically make him a personality just for this... He's almost as bad as an origional character!
Ah, to have muses... It's nice at first. Then if you have more than one they start to fight and give you conflicting ideas. But they really do end up being helpful in the end. At least most of the time. ^_^ Ankh and Scale kind of just wormed their way into their positions as muses. I had intended to drop them after this story, but they had other plans. I'm not sure when I got my Yami (Indigo), but I named her when I was 12, I remember. She's just the ideal me. She used to have purple and green hair and purple and green eyes, but she's gotten a bit more reasonable since then.
Oh I wish I could help Seth… Maybe I'll be able to do something for him later.
And aeryn, if you even read this far, the Key's just what they call the Ankh in the dub! So if you're going to correct me, at least make sure that YOU'RE right.
Ankh: Indigo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Although she might do a better job with it than the American dubbers… I mean really! The Millennium Key? Whose idea was that? And Shadi and I are only in one episode... Poor Scale doesn't even show up at all after the mythical "first season"!
Three-In-One Combo!
It had been a few weeks since Shadi got back from Japan. A while ago he, Ankh, and Scale had sensed the Puzzle break again. It made them all very dizzy, so they could only imagine what it did to the Pharaoh's spirit. But after only a few minutes it was put back together. Since it was only scattered for a short time, the Pharaoh's new memories remained intact, though some grew a bit blurry around the edges.
Ankh kept hoping to feel the Rod change hands, but it hadn't so far. Still, he was optimistic.
Nothing else had happened lately. They had all had a strange dream a while ago that some anonymous entity had asked them each a ridiculous question, but it was of no importance.
One day Shadi was leaning against the wall polishing his golden Items when the bowl on the alter of the gods at the other end of the room burst into flames. A vague shape appeared in the fire as Shadi looked on in surprise. It spoke in a gravelly voice that sounded a bit like either a recording or a well-practiced speech.
"Guardian, once every 50 years the Shadow Realm must be checked to make sure there are no openings for the monsters to escape through. Your Millennium Scales will be able to take you in and out of the dark plane. You will find a group of weaker monsters ready to help you in your task when you enter. Go now," the flaming creature said in ancient Egyptian. Then the fire flared up and vanished.
/Well, I suppose we have something to do now…/ Shadi put his polishing cloth away, slipped the Ankh around his neck, and picked up the Scales.
\\My Scales had better be shiny enough to see my face in!\\
/Not unless you come out. Oh, and why, pray tell, must the guardian of the Millennium Items concern himself with the Shadow Realm?/
//It has something to do with keeping the Pharaoh's memories safe, I think.//
/And you've done this every fifty years?/
//I haven't done it very many times…//
\\I have to go with the moronic guardian every time. It's so boring. And annoying. Some creepy hairball always latches on to my Scales!\\
/Well, all right. Scale, should I bring anything with me, or do anything to prepare?/
\\No, it wouldn't help you anyway. In fact, you're beyond help.\\
//Scale, be nice! I seem to remember it being a bit cold there…//
Shadi went and got a cloak to put on over his robe. /All right Scale. Take us to the Shadow Realm, I suppose./
Scale yanked Shadi quickly into the Shadow Realm. This was not like summoning it around himself to play a Shadow Game in; going to the Shadow Realm to wander around was a different experience altogether. Ankh had been right, it was rather cold there. Like the desert in the early morning. It was shades of dark gray and black all around him. In the distance, a large group of… something… was moving towards him.
/Why don't you two come out?/
//But it's cold!//
/If you're in your spirit forms, you won't feel cold./ Shadi gave them a "push" and both Items glowed and spat out their spirits.
Ankh clasped his Item instinctively. "This place makes us completely substantial. But it isn't very cold at all."
Scale glared at Shadi. "That's no reason to make us come out in this place! What's your problem, camel face?"
Shadi pointed at the group of things moving towards them. "I think THAT is about to be a problem. Besides, you two can take care of yourselves rather than always hiding in your Items."
By this time they could see that the mob moving toward them was made up of small, weaker monsters. Still, there were a lot of them. They quickly surrounded Shadi, Ankh, and Scale.
"You coward," Scale said in disgust. "They're no threat. They always come to help check the Shadow Realm."
"They do?" Shadi asked doubtfully as a purple Penguin Soldier began to nibble on his robe. "Just how much 'help' are they?"
"Do you have any idea just how huge the Shadow Realm is? Did you expect to search it all yourself? Pay attention once in a while! Even fifty people would take ages to check over every inch of the Shadow Realm!" Scale said, irritably pushing a dark brown fuzzy monster with large green eyes off his turban.
Meanwhile, Ankh was busy watching a bizarre little thing bouncing all around him. It was a multicolored creature with long thin legs, a huge head with charms hanging from it, and not much else. It stared at Ankh with its enormous eyes as it sprang around him.
"All right. Well… how can they help me?" Shadi asked. Scale sighed in frustration.
"Watch and learn, nimrod," Scale said, rolling his eyes. Then he turned and raised his voice to the monsters. "Hey you! Split up and look for holes out into the light world! If you find any, fix them! Don't you dare go out there!"
Immediately, the monsters scattered to do what Scale said. With three exceptions. The Penguin Soldier kept nibbling lightly on Shadi's robe. The Wretched Ghost of the Attic, which looked like a demonic Kuriboh, had once again made its way onto Scale's head. And the reedy, multicolored, spell-caster, the Lucky Trinket, was still hopping around Ankh.
Scale glared darkly at the furry fiend on his head. "Aren't you going?" The little creature squeaked at him. The Penguin Soldier gave a short quack. The Lucky Trinket hopped up to Ankh's head, hung its face down in front of Ankh's, and made a high trilling sound like a metal xylophone being played very quickly.
"I can't understand exactly what they're saying," Ankh said, gently pushing the monster's head back up. "But I get the idea that they want to stay."
Scale looked enraged for a moment, but then he rolled his eyes again. "Sure, why not. It doesn't even matter. Because I absolutely LOVE FURBALLS ON MY HEAD!!" he screamed sarcastically. He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge the Wretched Ghost of the Attic. The little monster dug its claws into his turban.
"There are enough of the others to search the whole Shadow Realm," Ankh said. The Lucky Trinket had settled on his shoulder and was gawking at Shadi and Scale now.
Shadi nodded. Then he bent down and quickly pinched the sides of the Penguin Soldier's beak. "Stop that." He straightened up again. "So explain to me why I am cold and you two seem perfectly comfortable."
"We're practically creatures of the Shadow Realm ourselves, you poor excuse for a sentient being!" Scale said, annoyed. The furball on his head was now purring contentedly.
Ankh nodded. "We might as well get comfortable. I think this well take a while." He sat down. The Lucky Trinket latched on to his shoulder and trilled, but then settled down again. Shadi sat, and the Penguin Soldier tried to bite the Scales at his belt. Scale aimed a kick at the bird, but it only hit the outermost feathers on its back. Shadi clamped his hand over its beak and stared into its eyes. It withdrew its beak reluctantly.
Scale sat down as quickly as he could, hoping to knock the Ghost off of his head. It squeaked, but held on. It snuggled into his turban and started purring again.
"Aw, Scale, that's so cute," Ankh said, smiling.
Scale growled. "Shut up, you poof." The fuzzy fiend on his head squeaked in agreement. Ankh didn't try very hard to supress his giggle.
Shadi brought his knees up to his chest and pulled his cloak tight around himself. "So how long will this take, Scale?"
"You idiot, time passes differently here. It could take two hours, two days, or two years," Scale said. The Wretched Ghost squeaked agreement again. Scale frowned and vehemently threw his head around. The creature held on tight and gave a squeaky little laugh when he stopped. Scale put a hand to his forehead and moaned in a combination of frustration and a headache.
Ankh was holding the Lucky Trinket, tickling its feet and stroking its head. "The times I came, it only took a day or so."
Shadi nodded. "Perhaps your presence made the monsters work faster, or at least understand their orders better." Suddenly, the Penguin Soldier closed its beak over Shadi's hand. They stared at each other for a moment. It didn't hurt, but it was absolutely unexpected. Shadi considered for a minute, then shrugged and let his arm relax. The penguin quacked happily and gently nibbled Shadi's hand. Ankh watched this uncertainly, wondering about his dear host's sanity.
Shadi, Ankh, and Scale spent an indeterminable amount of time in the Shadow Realm. They couldn't tell when it was day or night, but it felt like a few days. They wandered around a bit with the three friendly monsters making sure they didn't get lost. They never felt hungry, but they did sometimes get thirsty. The Penguin Soldier brought them bottles of… something… to drink. It didn't taste like much of anything, but it wasn't bad. The other two monsters were more interested in snuggling or playing than being very helpful. Ankh loved it, Scale was extremely annoyed, and Shadi merely tolerated it.
Endnote: Here's a picture of Shadi and the Penguin Soldier: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/shadipenguindraw.jpg
Here's Ankh with the Lucky Trinket: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/ankhtrinketdraw.jpg Ankh gave me no end of trouble, but I'm so happy with how he turned out! I even gave him new clothes! He looks great. Although his hair's a bit too dark, I think.
And finally, Scale and the Wretched Ghost of the Attic: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/scaleghostdraw.jpg Scale looks cool too! These pictures are definitely better than the firs tones I drew.
This chapter had a lot more physical humor than verbal, unlike most of the rest of the story. Here's where it's still fun but I realize that there's really not much point anymore. Yes my friends, the end is near. If I hadn't stopped, Shadi would NOT have been happy. And he and I have an agreement, so he must be kept happy. Erm… One more chapter, and it's really short. I'll keep watching for chances for Shadi to do more. In the meantime, maybe Ankh and Scale can help me with some OTHER things… Like that Bakura story I didn't get very far in… *sigh* I'm going home today, and I'll be there for over 4 weeks, so if I don't update much of anything for a while, that's why. I can read your stories! Can't wait!! ^_^
Scale: *entranced by the shiny, pointy things put in front of him* I have so many plans for these... *picks up the knife and tries to lick it like a cool and evil anime villain, but only succeeds in cutting his tongue* Ow! Damn defective knife... Damn reviewers... First they give me nasty things to eat, then they try to choke me, now they're making me cut my own tongue... Ow.
Ankh: Um... Thank you for the tea and herbs... and hot tub-thing, though it's quite hot already... But I may not live long enough to appreciate them! *sees Scale writing in pain, having cut his own tongue* Oh. Never mind, then. *goes to heal Scale*
Shadi: Actually, this extra clothing will be of great use to me later... unless of course Scale decides to cut us all up in our sleep, in which case it will do me no good whatsoever. *calmly watches Scale nearly cut off his own tongue* Or he may cut HIMSELF up first. Please refrain from giving Scale dangerous weapons, in either case...
So glad you all like this so much! I feel so special! Heh… When we were younger, my best friend told me I couldn't write. Guess I showed THAT fool! Oh by the way, doesn't the title remind you of some deal you'd see on a restaurant's menu? That's what I named it after. ^_^
Seena, sure, just hindsight feelings are fine. Wow, don't write 5 whole chapters! Unless you really want to! Bit of an overachiever, aren't you? Yes, Shadi IS hard to do things for. I had to practically make him a personality just for this... He's almost as bad as an origional character!
Ah, to have muses... It's nice at first. Then if you have more than one they start to fight and give you conflicting ideas. But they really do end up being helpful in the end. At least most of the time. ^_^ Ankh and Scale kind of just wormed their way into their positions as muses. I had intended to drop them after this story, but they had other plans. I'm not sure when I got my Yami (Indigo), but I named her when I was 12, I remember. She's just the ideal me. She used to have purple and green hair and purple and green eyes, but she's gotten a bit more reasonable since then.
Oh I wish I could help Seth… Maybe I'll be able to do something for him later.
And aeryn, if you even read this far, the Key's just what they call the Ankh in the dub! So if you're going to correct me, at least make sure that YOU'RE right.
Ankh: Indigo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Although she might do a better job with it than the American dubbers… I mean really! The Millennium Key? Whose idea was that? And Shadi and I are only in one episode... Poor Scale doesn't even show up at all after the mythical "first season"!
Three-In-One Combo!
It had been a few weeks since Shadi got back from Japan. A while ago he, Ankh, and Scale had sensed the Puzzle break again. It made them all very dizzy, so they could only imagine what it did to the Pharaoh's spirit. But after only a few minutes it was put back together. Since it was only scattered for a short time, the Pharaoh's new memories remained intact, though some grew a bit blurry around the edges.
Ankh kept hoping to feel the Rod change hands, but it hadn't so far. Still, he was optimistic.
Nothing else had happened lately. They had all had a strange dream a while ago that some anonymous entity had asked them each a ridiculous question, but it was of no importance.
One day Shadi was leaning against the wall polishing his golden Items when the bowl on the alter of the gods at the other end of the room burst into flames. A vague shape appeared in the fire as Shadi looked on in surprise. It spoke in a gravelly voice that sounded a bit like either a recording or a well-practiced speech.
"Guardian, once every 50 years the Shadow Realm must be checked to make sure there are no openings for the monsters to escape through. Your Millennium Scales will be able to take you in and out of the dark plane. You will find a group of weaker monsters ready to help you in your task when you enter. Go now," the flaming creature said in ancient Egyptian. Then the fire flared up and vanished.
/Well, I suppose we have something to do now…/ Shadi put his polishing cloth away, slipped the Ankh around his neck, and picked up the Scales.
\\My Scales had better be shiny enough to see my face in!\\
/Not unless you come out. Oh, and why, pray tell, must the guardian of the Millennium Items concern himself with the Shadow Realm?/
//It has something to do with keeping the Pharaoh's memories safe, I think.//
/And you've done this every fifty years?/
//I haven't done it very many times…//
\\I have to go with the moronic guardian every time. It's so boring. And annoying. Some creepy hairball always latches on to my Scales!\\
/Well, all right. Scale, should I bring anything with me, or do anything to prepare?/
\\No, it wouldn't help you anyway. In fact, you're beyond help.\\
//Scale, be nice! I seem to remember it being a bit cold there…//
Shadi went and got a cloak to put on over his robe. /All right Scale. Take us to the Shadow Realm, I suppose./
Scale yanked Shadi quickly into the Shadow Realm. This was not like summoning it around himself to play a Shadow Game in; going to the Shadow Realm to wander around was a different experience altogether. Ankh had been right, it was rather cold there. Like the desert in the early morning. It was shades of dark gray and black all around him. In the distance, a large group of… something… was moving towards him.
/Why don't you two come out?/
//But it's cold!//
/If you're in your spirit forms, you won't feel cold./ Shadi gave them a "push" and both Items glowed and spat out their spirits.
Ankh clasped his Item instinctively. "This place makes us completely substantial. But it isn't very cold at all."
Scale glared at Shadi. "That's no reason to make us come out in this place! What's your problem, camel face?"
Shadi pointed at the group of things moving towards them. "I think THAT is about to be a problem. Besides, you two can take care of yourselves rather than always hiding in your Items."
By this time they could see that the mob moving toward them was made up of small, weaker monsters. Still, there were a lot of them. They quickly surrounded Shadi, Ankh, and Scale.
"You coward," Scale said in disgust. "They're no threat. They always come to help check the Shadow Realm."
"They do?" Shadi asked doubtfully as a purple Penguin Soldier began to nibble on his robe. "Just how much 'help' are they?"
"Do you have any idea just how huge the Shadow Realm is? Did you expect to search it all yourself? Pay attention once in a while! Even fifty people would take ages to check over every inch of the Shadow Realm!" Scale said, irritably pushing a dark brown fuzzy monster with large green eyes off his turban.
Meanwhile, Ankh was busy watching a bizarre little thing bouncing all around him. It was a multicolored creature with long thin legs, a huge head with charms hanging from it, and not much else. It stared at Ankh with its enormous eyes as it sprang around him.
"All right. Well… how can they help me?" Shadi asked. Scale sighed in frustration.
"Watch and learn, nimrod," Scale said, rolling his eyes. Then he turned and raised his voice to the monsters. "Hey you! Split up and look for holes out into the light world! If you find any, fix them! Don't you dare go out there!"
Immediately, the monsters scattered to do what Scale said. With three exceptions. The Penguin Soldier kept nibbling lightly on Shadi's robe. The Wretched Ghost of the Attic, which looked like a demonic Kuriboh, had once again made its way onto Scale's head. And the reedy, multicolored, spell-caster, the Lucky Trinket, was still hopping around Ankh.
Scale glared darkly at the furry fiend on his head. "Aren't you going?" The little creature squeaked at him. The Penguin Soldier gave a short quack. The Lucky Trinket hopped up to Ankh's head, hung its face down in front of Ankh's, and made a high trilling sound like a metal xylophone being played very quickly.
"I can't understand exactly what they're saying," Ankh said, gently pushing the monster's head back up. "But I get the idea that they want to stay."
Scale looked enraged for a moment, but then he rolled his eyes again. "Sure, why not. It doesn't even matter. Because I absolutely LOVE FURBALLS ON MY HEAD!!" he screamed sarcastically. He shook his head violently, trying to dislodge the Wretched Ghost of the Attic. The little monster dug its claws into his turban.
"There are enough of the others to search the whole Shadow Realm," Ankh said. The Lucky Trinket had settled on his shoulder and was gawking at Shadi and Scale now.
Shadi nodded. Then he bent down and quickly pinched the sides of the Penguin Soldier's beak. "Stop that." He straightened up again. "So explain to me why I am cold and you two seem perfectly comfortable."
"We're practically creatures of the Shadow Realm ourselves, you poor excuse for a sentient being!" Scale said, annoyed. The furball on his head was now purring contentedly.
Ankh nodded. "We might as well get comfortable. I think this well take a while." He sat down. The Lucky Trinket latched on to his shoulder and trilled, but then settled down again. Shadi sat, and the Penguin Soldier tried to bite the Scales at his belt. Scale aimed a kick at the bird, but it only hit the outermost feathers on its back. Shadi clamped his hand over its beak and stared into its eyes. It withdrew its beak reluctantly.
Scale sat down as quickly as he could, hoping to knock the Ghost off of his head. It squeaked, but held on. It snuggled into his turban and started purring again.
"Aw, Scale, that's so cute," Ankh said, smiling.
Scale growled. "Shut up, you poof." The fuzzy fiend on his head squeaked in agreement. Ankh didn't try very hard to supress his giggle.
Shadi brought his knees up to his chest and pulled his cloak tight around himself. "So how long will this take, Scale?"
"You idiot, time passes differently here. It could take two hours, two days, or two years," Scale said. The Wretched Ghost squeaked agreement again. Scale frowned and vehemently threw his head around. The creature held on tight and gave a squeaky little laugh when he stopped. Scale put a hand to his forehead and moaned in a combination of frustration and a headache.
Ankh was holding the Lucky Trinket, tickling its feet and stroking its head. "The times I came, it only took a day or so."
Shadi nodded. "Perhaps your presence made the monsters work faster, or at least understand their orders better." Suddenly, the Penguin Soldier closed its beak over Shadi's hand. They stared at each other for a moment. It didn't hurt, but it was absolutely unexpected. Shadi considered for a minute, then shrugged and let his arm relax. The penguin quacked happily and gently nibbled Shadi's hand. Ankh watched this uncertainly, wondering about his dear host's sanity.
Shadi, Ankh, and Scale spent an indeterminable amount of time in the Shadow Realm. They couldn't tell when it was day or night, but it felt like a few days. They wandered around a bit with the three friendly monsters making sure they didn't get lost. They never felt hungry, but they did sometimes get thirsty. The Penguin Soldier brought them bottles of… something… to drink. It didn't taste like much of anything, but it wasn't bad. The other two monsters were more interested in snuggling or playing than being very helpful. Ankh loved it, Scale was extremely annoyed, and Shadi merely tolerated it.
Endnote: Here's a picture of Shadi and the Penguin Soldier: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/shadipenguindraw.jpg
Here's Ankh with the Lucky Trinket: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/ankhtrinketdraw.jpg Ankh gave me no end of trouble, but I'm so happy with how he turned out! I even gave him new clothes! He looks great. Although his hair's a bit too dark, I think.
And finally, Scale and the Wretched Ghost of the Attic: http://indigo.1afm.com/images/scaleghostdraw.jpg Scale looks cool too! These pictures are definitely better than the firs tones I drew.
This chapter had a lot more physical humor than verbal, unlike most of the rest of the story. Here's where it's still fun but I realize that there's really not much point anymore. Yes my friends, the end is near. If I hadn't stopped, Shadi would NOT have been happy. And he and I have an agreement, so he must be kept happy. Erm… One more chapter, and it's really short. I'll keep watching for chances for Shadi to do more. In the meantime, maybe Ankh and Scale can help me with some OTHER things… Like that Bakura story I didn't get very far in… *sigh* I'm going home today, and I'll be there for over 4 weeks, so if I don't update much of anything for a while, that's why. I can read your stories! Can't wait!! ^_^
Scale: *entranced by the shiny, pointy things put in front of him* I have so many plans for these... *picks up the knife and tries to lick it like a cool and evil anime villain, but only succeeds in cutting his tongue* Ow! Damn defective knife... Damn reviewers... First they give me nasty things to eat, then they try to choke me, now they're making me cut my own tongue... Ow.
Ankh: Um... Thank you for the tea and herbs... and hot tub-thing, though it's quite hot already... But I may not live long enough to appreciate them! *sees Scale writing in pain, having cut his own tongue* Oh. Never mind, then. *goes to heal Scale*
Shadi: Actually, this extra clothing will be of great use to me later... unless of course Scale decides to cut us all up in our sleep, in which case it will do me no good whatsoever. *calmly watches Scale nearly cut off his own tongue* Or he may cut HIMSELF up first. Please refrain from giving Scale dangerous weapons, in either case...