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Chapter 10: Cogito, Ergo Sum

 

The rotary blades of the hovercopter began to spin, picking up speed, perpetuated by the thud of each turn. They went faster and faster, until the the hovercopter's landing pads began to lift into the air, ascending unto the skies like a twisted metal bird. Then, the hover engine kicked in with a roar, and the hovercopter began to speed onwards, carrying its passengers up and away from the stadium.

 

"Put your gas mask on please, miss. We will be be flying within the District smog layer shortly." announced the pilot, who was already reaching for his gas mask. When pollution tainted the sky as badly as it did above the City, breathing the air at high altitudes could be lethal.

 

Pica Valeth numbly reached out and took the breathing apparatus. It all seemed so surreal, so bizarre. She had won. After her defeat of Gin, she had gone on to face another seven opponents. Or rather, Yami had gone on to beat another seven opponents. And... she'd won. And now, Pica was flying in the Sable Patrician's own hovercopter, to go to the infamous Black District, lair of the City's dictator. She just couldn't take it in.

 

Who... or what... was Yami? She looked young, but felt ancient! And the skill with which she played – no matter the scenario, she had always drawn the right card at the right moment. Was Yami even real, or just a hallucination, a twisted figment of her stressed mind, a personality created to cope with the fatigue and desperation she felt?

 

“Most certainly not. I'm as a real as you are. Perhaps you are merely a figment of my imagination, and I am the true you.” replied Yami.

 

Pica jumped suddenly, and looked to see Yami sitting elegantly on the seat next to her, watching her. Again, she was startled by how similar Yami looked to her. Their features matched perfectly. Yami laughed at seeing Pica jump, but it was a nice laugh, a warm welcoming laugh. The laugh of a friend.

 

The pilot glanced in Pica's direction, then spoke, his voice muffled by the gas mask. “What startled you, miss? Is it the hovercopter? I can assure you, it is perfectly safe. It is one of the Patrician's. Only the best for His Lordship.” He seemed unable to see Yami, despite the fact she was as clear as day to Pica.

 

He was quite right, however. The hovercopter was luxurious – although it only had room for 2 passengers, it still felt luxurious and spaced out, with lovely plush seats, and exquisite arm-rests made from real, high quality wood – something very expensive in the City.

 

“Uh, n-nothing.” replied Pica nervously. She vaguely wondered what would happen if they thought she was mad? Would they throw her out? Actually, would the Overseers even bother coming for her if she was mad? They probably would. If you could fool them by pretending to be insane, then the Hyper City would be filled with “lunatics”.

 

“You aren't mad, I assure you. Incidentally, what are these Overseer things you are always thinking about? Why are you scared of them?” Yami asked, still watching Pica with a friendly smile.

 

Pica didn't know how to respond – she'd look crazy if she started talking to what would appear to be mid-air in front of the pilot. Yami laughed again, joyfully.

 

“Oh, don't worry about that. If you want to say something, just think it. I'm a part of your thoughts now, and you are a part of mine. After all, we do share the same mind.”

 

“What do you mean, share the same minds!” Pica thought angrily. Strangely, she seemed to hear her thoughts as the she was saying them, although the pilot seemed unaware of them.

 

“Isn't it obvious? You saw our mind when we duelled that boy called Gin. We are one, and yet not one. You're Pica, and I'm...” the woman hesitated, then continued “... Yami, but we are together.” She peered out of the hovercopter window. “This is all very interesting. I can remember technology. Yours is quite good.”

 

“Remember it from where?” thought Pica, pressing for information.

 

Again, Yami hesitated, before brushing aside her white hair. “I don't know. I can't remember... I just remember the concept of technology... my thoughts are in chaos. You saw them. Nothing is as it should be. Everything is mixed up, and back to front, and my memories are hidden beside lock doors.”

 

“You mean that wasn't just a dream?”

 

“Of course not! Again, it is no more a dream than you or I! It is merely a way of projecting your mind into tangible reality – making it something you can explore and interact with. I like your mind, by the way. You are a very interesting girl, Pica.”

 

Pica didn't really know how to respond to this compliment, so she merely looked out of the window into the clouded skies. All she could see was fog and smog, tinged purple and red with the noxious chemicals that billowed up from the industrial chemistry buildings below. It was startling to think that in a way, she was outside the City – above it and beyond it, away from its repressing influence.

 

“Now, tell me about yourself. I've gleaned things from your mind, but I want the full-story. Who are these Overseers? And is this a brother I see? Argent, no?”

 

Pica felt a wave of sadness rush over her as Yami mentioned her friend. She hadn't said goodbye to Argent. She hadn't had time. After the tournament, they had whisked her away almost immediately so she could avoid the fans and well-wishers... and not so well-wishers.

 

“Ah. Touchy subject. I'm sorry...” Yami said softly. She reached out, and stroked Pica's long, white hair gently. “Don't worry, you have me now. I'll be here for you.”

 

The hovercopter flew on in silence, as both Yami and Pica sat silently and pensively, reflecting on their inner thoughts, before Yami broke the silence.

 

“There is one thing I remember. I'm supposed to find someone. A man... a king, in fact. But I can't remember who. Or why. And how I ended with you, a part of your mind, is beyond me...”

 

Then, the hovercopter began to abruptly began to speed up once more, heading towards it's destination – the Black District.

 

* * *

 

Ten hours later, they approached the centre of the Black District – the Sable Patrician's estates. Pica gasped when she looked out of the window. It was beautiful. For the past twenty or so minutes, they'd been flying over inhospitable desert, punctuated only by the occasional building. But this... stretched out before her, lay a verdant oasis. Hundreds upon hundreds of beautiful plants! And flowers too, gorgeous and exotic colours that sped past as the hovercopter homed in on a small building in the distance. Or rather, what looked like a small building in the distance.

 

As they approached, Pica realised it was huge! A gargantuan, palatial building! There would be enough room for thousands of people. The Sable Patrician only bought the best, it seemed. The hovercopter began to slow as she thought this, heading towards a landing pad she could now see. Within minutes, it had eased almost to a halt, and then carefully stopped.

 

“There you are, miss. The Sable Patrician will be greeting the contestants tomorrow. Until then, I have been told to direct you to one of the footmen, who will escort you to your dormitories. Thank you for flying with us.” the pilot said cheerfully, before opening the door.

 

Pica stepped down, and looked around in amazement. It was even better close up. The plants and vegetation were beautiful. She was wordless. Nowhere in the entire City could possibly compare to this! Nowhere... but what kind of a man would want to keep all this beauty to himself? And what kind of man would appreciate this beauty, and yet still cause the pain and misery the Sable Patrician did?

 

She ran over to the flowers at the edge of the tarmac landing pad, and than was overwhelmed in a new sense. They smelled gorgeous. Pica could have sat there all day, entranced by the wonders of the Black District gardens. Perhaps she would have, had it not been for a suit-wearing figure stiffly walking up to her.

 

“I am one of his lordship's footmen. I will direct you to the dormitories in the Grand Mansion.” he spoke quite stiffly.

 

“Doesn't it get hot, wearing a suit out here?” she gestured at the desert, which could just be seen on the outskirts of the garden. “Actually, how do the plants grow in this heat?”

 

“I do not complain. My duty to the Patrician is a solemn and loyal one.” said the footman, somewhat monotonously. “As for the garden, it requires constant watering every fifteen minutes. I can direct you to the gardeners tomorrow if you so wish. First, however, the dormitories await.”

 

Pica allowed herself to be steered in the direction of the Grand Mansion. As they approached, she marvelled at the architecture of the building. Like the gardens, it was magnificent, grand and austere pillars lining the outside of the house, exquisite marble statues and fountains surrounding the main building, and a dazzling white exterior of sun-baked white clay bricks.

 

Soon, she was inside, among the twisting corridors of the building itself. Occasionally, she caught sight of people who must presumably be the other competitors, being herded round the house by a footman, just like her. The inside of the house was predictably stunning, with luscious red carpets and paintings and portraits lining the walls. It was a little overwhelming.

 

Eventually, the footman stopped.

 

“This, is your dormitory, miss, number 78.” He indicated a solid oak door in the corridor. “While the building is admittedly large, we regret you will have to share with one other. Your room mate is,” he consulted a piece of paper briefly, “Kishara Grauner. She was the winner of the Blanc Section tournament. The dormitory nearest to you from here, if you need company, is number 61. There will be two men in there, Kainek Zaki, winner of the Jaune Section tournament, and Taylor Tantrama, winner of the Bleu Section tournament.”

 

“Wouldn;t dormitories 77, or 79, be closer to 78 than 61?” Pica asked curiously.

 

“The floor plan of the Grand Mansion is extremely complicated due to its size.” the footman replied. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go. I believe there is food in the refridgerator, if you are hungry. Tomorrow, I will escort you to the banquet hall, where His Lordship will be holding a banquet.” The footman then walked off, soon disappearing behind a corner.

 

Pica hesitated, then opened the door, and walked in.

 

“Hello. You must be Pica Valeth. I'm Kishara Grauner. Pleased to meet you.” said a tall young woman standing just inside the room.

 

Pica looked at this other competitor. Kishara was quite tall, with long, dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes. She had tanned skin, and a lithe body.

 

“Hello. So... you to, huh? Can you believe it? That you're here, I mean?”

 

“No. I thought I'd lose straight away. I'll probably lose in my first round here...” Kishara said pessimistically. “I'm not that good, really. I have no idea how I made it this far.”

 

Pica relaxed. “You too? Thank goodness, I thought I'd be the only one.”

 

“You'll beat me, easily.” laughed Kishara, although to an extent, she wasn't really joking. “Now, let me show you around.” Within a few hours, the girls were chatting, and talking happily, having struck off a natural friendship.

 

From behind Pica's eyes, Yami watched Kishara. Yami could sense something about this girl... a sort of premonition of things to come. Yami shuddered inwardly. She had felt the shape of the future. And she didn't like it.

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Duels will come in Chapter 11. The reason they weren't in this Chapter is because of character development.

 

More honestly, it is because I have partially forgotten how to play competitive Yugimonz due to having played only my amateur friends (Blue Eyes White Dragon abuse much?), and need to go watch Crab Helmet shout at newbies until I can remember again. :P

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Cool. ^_^

 

I like how the story's been developed. Even though this chapter didn't have any duels' date=' it was nice to have all of that description. (I'd love to live at that place!) However, I can't wait to see my character in action!

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No I never said its bad (Why do people misunderstand me), I just said I think it's the main thing that stands out for me. I love your writing skills and character creation the most.

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Trust me, eleven chapters of character development would often make the story dull. But you've managed to keep it interesting and given us deep characters for the story.

 

You've done well. :)

 

I laughed at the garden needing watering every fifteen minutes. I wouldn't want to be their gardener (they probably have quite a few that take turns, but you get the idea).

 

And i liked Arkana coming in last chapter.

 

So yeah. Good job, and keep it up! When i can think of ways to improve in a way I understand what I'm saying, I'll tell you. But you've done great.

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