A/N: This is the first time I have tried to do anything with "Yu-Gi-Oh". Thanks to Zelia Theb, I have taken a crash course in the "Yu-Gi-Oh" universe, and I know a little of something about it. Although I think the show is rather lame, and the manga is vastly superior, this story is based on the show. Also, Keep in mind, I have never played the card game nor any of the "Kagic" sort of card games, so it may be lacking in that field, but it is a funny story, trust me! It is a crossover story between the "Yu-Gi-Oh" show and an original work that James and I put together on Fictionpress called "The Quest for the Purple Unicorn". Hopefully, I will give enough information so that I don't lose you guys, and I don't bore you. James and I came up with an idea to do to Yugi's Dark Magician, and we needed a proper kind of duelist. So, Kel fit the boot, and Galen is going with him to be one of his groupies and to ask stupid questions. He is the most qualified there for the job.

Disclaimer: If I owed anything in this story besides Kel, Galen, and other incidental characters, would I be writing on this site??? The title of the story comes from a Helloween song, and the title of the chapter is a line from a song. I will try to make reference to them throughout the story, but I tend to lose it after a while.

Chapter 1: A Chapter of Life Which has Missing Pages

Kel combed back his peaceful sky blue hair and tied back with his special dark blue bandana, given to him as a gift from the Great Black Bard himself. Kel was an exceptional person even for our own mundane universe, but he was even more so in his own universe . . . well, that is the universe that his body resided in. No one was sure what universe his mind dwelt in, and no one cared to venture there. The self proclaimed bard (because no one in their right mind would call him a bard) was a part of a fantasy universe, where fairies and elves discussed the latest fashion trends, dragons ate virgin sacrifices on a golden platter, and minotaurs chased heifers around for a date on Saturday night. All right, Kel wasn't a part of a normal fantasy world either. Still, his far out room with the brightly colored bead curtains and stellar pink and blue lava lamps and black lights for those most groovy posters of Jimmy Hendrix and Jim Morrison was in one of the strangest places of this world, and that would be Nikodemus' multi dimensional transcendental dark tower.

Nikodemus was a wizard of vast exception, and his home had that strange magic called electricity, that was run by a thousand gerbil powered exercise wheels within his walls. How else could he run the television to watch his favorite show "Babes on the Beach" and play Tomb Raider (With the codes to make Lara Croft run through the game naked) on his Playstation. Nikodemus often traveled to different dimensions by way of the doorways in his tower, and he wasn't averse to bringing back a few goodies or bringing a few friends along for the ride.

So, Kel was no stranger to dimensional travel in the physical sense (Don't ask about the mental way). So, being a half elf with a tye-dye t-shirt with a big squatting smoking frog in the middle and wearing a dark brown leather vest jacket with many colorful beads hanging off the stringers and wearing ragged hemp jeans was not as out of sorts as it should have been. Kel slipped on his white plastic flip flop sandals with the big daisies at the toes, and he went through his collection of jewelry. He pulled out the big pewter peace symbol with the holy weed in the background. This was his special good luck charm, given to him by Janis, when they met out there on the farmlands for that cosmic musical experience and other spacey events. He needed luck for the venture he was about to undertake.

He slung his special electric guitar over his shoulder. He often played the instrument without the much needed electricity. That was all right. The music was in his head, as he wailed out his tunes. He pulled out his bottomless duffle bag, that contained many and various holy relics. A clip with bright blue feathers hung off the side on the handle. He dug through the bag. He had to find that special mechanism with his cards. What was it called? He stood up straight and crossed his spacey blue eyes in concentration. The sales clerk called it something like "Do It Disc". Oh, whatever, he did it often, and Janis was pretty good at it, too. So, he rummaged through his duffle bag to look for it. He didn't find the "Do It" disc, but he found a large assortment of other things:

Several Ziploc baggies of his private stash of the Mystic Weed

Several brightly colored marching teddy bears

Equally colorful mushrooms (and some of them were marching, too)

Assorted ladies' lingerie (He couldn't remember who they belong to either.)

Many and various notebooks of his poetry

Signed photos of different 60's rock stars

A photo of Jim Morrison's naked Indian (also signed)

Loincloth of naked Indian

A Map to Electric Lady Land

A Map of Pepperland

A hole from the Sea of Holes

The Yellow Submarine's motor

Surfboard with peace symbols, colorful mushrooms, and flowers on it

Superman's Tights (Rest of costume not included)

A hunk of Krptonite (to use when wearing the Superman tights)

Ruby slippers

The One Ring (Frodo's finger included)

The Holy Relic of Vecna

Pet spirit horse kept in a genie bottle

Forrest Gump's smiley face T-shirt

Darth Maul's double sided light saber (that one side had burned out and needed new batteries

Yoda

Lucky, the leprechaun

His pot of gold (And his Lucky Charms)

and a bag of Skittles (that led him to the amazing duffle bag, and he was now munching on them and sharing them with Yoda.)

Hungarian license issued to a Miklos Ertel

The Holy Grail

Excalibur

Horse feedbag with the name Shadowflax on it

Naked photos of the Olsen Twins

A four star dragonball

And a piece of cursed Aztec gold

Disappointed, he flopped down on the floor cross legged, and he was determined that he would have to do some mushroom wisdom to gain enlightenment as to where the item he sought might be. He was just stuffing a nice Portobello mushroom down his pipe, when a gentle knock came at the door. The amazing hippie bard jumped up from his sitting position and looked under his bed for the source of the noise. The knock came again, followed by a soft voice.

"Kel, sir, may I come in?"

The half elf's startled blue eyes opened wide and he looked up at the ceiling. "Voices of the gods!" he exclaimed, "Way out, man! Yeah, come on in! My body and mind are empty vessels for your groovy fulfillment!"

A young man with long brown hair with grey and white streaks in it timidly entered the room. This was Galen, who was one of the resident wizards' apprentice. He was quite the opposite of the extroverted half elf in demeanor, appearance and intelligence. Galen was a young man of verily 20 years, but because of the rough treatment of the people of his world, he looked much older. The missing left eye, covered by a soft brown eye patch, and the faint burn scars from his trauma were still evident after his year's resident in the tower. Kel, on the other hand, was more than 150 years, but because of his elven heritage, he looked to be about 15. The young human wore long flowing brown robes of his station, and an intrinsic charm on a leather thong hung about his neck. His master often worried about the demons that he summoned would go for his apprentice, who was a bit too pure of heart. Thus, he gave the boy a protection charm. Although the residents of the tower put forth a great effort, the apprentice was still very nervous of people. Kel was a bit overly friendly. In Galen's arms, he carried a heavy metal device that contained some complicated mechanics. He came to bring it to the bard, but his bright green eyes took in his wild surroundings with a vast curiosity, but with an effort, he held back the flood of a 1000 questions about the things within, that no man should ever know about.

"Kel, sir," he said nervously, "Tallon was cleaning out his room, and he found this. He said that Banjo must have taken it back when he lived here and stored it in his room. He said that it had to be yours, because of the turkey foot symbols all over it."

"Cool, man! My 'do it' disc!" the half elf exclaimed overjoyed, as he happily took the mechanism from the youth.

"A 'do it' disc?" Galen questioned, "What's it do?"

"It makes card games way out groovy and monsters appear and do things!"

Kel attached the heavy device on his left arm and swung it out dramatically, as if he was a real Duel Monsters duelist. The table for the cards flipped out, and Galen's mouth gaped in awe. Kel chose a card from his deck and placed it on the ready made table. He called out "Mystic Weed", and the odd plant life that the bard was so fond of appeared a few feet ahead of the men.

"Wow!" Galen exclaimed in the proper reaction to such things, "You really are a wizard, even if master says that you are a crackpot."

Kel smiled proudly with the praise. "And it is an anime thingie, so you've got to call out the groovy name of your move."

"Can I try it, sir?" he requested with his hands clenched together.

"Sure thing, dude!" Kel replied. He put his card back in his deck and folded the device back together. He undid the straps. He made Galen stand up straight and took the nervous youth's left arm. He straightened the arm out and attached the duel disc. The bard stood back to admire his work, and Galen did what any normal man of his size and strength would do. He tipped over to the left side with the weight of the heavy electrical device. Kel shrugged an 'Oh well' and removed the device before it could cause damage to the youth. "I guess you ain't one groovy 'do it'ist."

"Sorry, sir," he answered.

"Oh, don't sweat it, man. You just ain't anime enough to carry items heavier than yourself."

"Oh."

"Ya wanna come see a master at his art?" the half elf exclaimed.

"You going to 'The Purple Unicorn' to perform another concert?" he asked amazed that the pseudo-bard was so bold to perform in front of the irate rotten vegetable throwing customers of the local tavern yet again, especially after Jeriah, the proprietor, released his tiger on him.

"No, man. Come watch me 'do it'!"

"Oh," he replied, "but master might need me, and he doesn't really approve of me hanging out with you."

"Ah, what the old square don't know won't hurt him, and I will having you grooving with several species of small furry creatures and their pict back in his lab by sunset," the blue haired half elf assured him.

"All right," Galen relented, "It sounds like it will be fun."

"It sure will be, man! Come on!"
Kel grabbed Galen's wrist and lead him to the hall of doors. The bard chose one . "We'll be just in time for the Battle City Tournaments."

"Are you really that good?"

"You bet I am, little apprentice dude!" he cried out, as he opened the door and jumped through pulling his companion with him.