A/N: Well, readers, it's October, which means one thing: Halloween is coming up quick! And Shadgirl2 and I wrote a little something for the occasion. For those of you who read "Love Curse," this is what happened that fateful Halloween night that nobody wanted to speak of. If you haven't read "Love Curse," this will still make sense since it happens before the other story. I'll be updating each Thursday this month, for a total of five chapters. So, without further ado, here's the first one! Enjoy! We don't own Yugioh GX. Natsuko, though, belongs to me, Midna Azusa.

Life was great for Sho Marufuji. After he had graduated from high school, he and his brother, Ryo, had started their own version of the Pro League—the Cyber Dragon arena was the place their stuff went down. It was gaining more fame internationally as time went on. He still didn't have a girlfriend, which sucked, but he had more girls interested in him after he became the champion of Japan, so it was only a matter of time before he found the right one, he was sure.

The only way his life could have been better was if his best friend would actually call once in awhile. But he had made a new friend since that day...

One September day, Sho's phone went off. He checked the caller ID to see that it was that new friend of his—Natsuko.

"Hello?" he said, answering the phone.

"Hey, yo, Sho!" Natsuko answered. "What up, bro?"

"Uh, not much. What's up, Natsuko?"

Natsuko was a Pro Duelist—one of the first ones who had gone to the Cyber Dragon arena to check it out. It was partly because of him that the place had gained the fame it now had. He and Sho met there, and they had been friends ever since. Even though Natsuko lived in America while Sho lived in Japan, the two kept in touch—which Sho took as proof that his best friend could actually bother to call once in awhile.

"I'm having a Halloween party at my place, and you're invited!" Natsuko said. "That's what's up!"

"Halloween? What's that?"

Ryo entered the room—he'd heard something that suspiciously sounded like "Natsuko," and he wasn't a big fan of the guy. He listened closely, hoping to get an idea what Natsuko was up to this time.

"Dude, I know we don't have it in Japan, but you're a Pro! You need to get out more," said Natsuko. "It's this holiday Americans have where they dress their kids up as monsters and send them out begging for candy."

Dress up as monsters? Ryo thought. Oh, no.

"Uh, why do they do that?" Sho asked.

"Duh! 'Cause it's fun, dude! Why else? Adults get in on the action, too, though they don't go begging for candy."

Why is it every time this guy calls, I get a bad feeling something awful is going to happen? Ryo wondered.

Sho was quiet a moment, thinking, before asking, "So, what do they beg for?"

"Bro, they don't beg for anything! They just dress up in costume and go to parties, maybe get a little drunk, you know, that sort of thing. Come on, some really cute girls are gonna be there."

"Uh, Sho...?" Ryo said, walking over.

"Well, okay, I guess I'll come," Sho said to Natsuko. "Though I don't know what I'm supposed to dress as."

"Dude, any costume will do," Natsuko assured him. "My best bud showed up dressed like a chick last year. I'm not too picky, Sho."

"Sho?" Ryo tried again.

Either Sho was ignoring him or he didn't hear because he said, "Okay. So when is this?"

"October 31st," Natsuko answered. "My place. Be there, dude. I'll hook you up."

Natsuko said that a lot—Sho was still getting used to it. "Uh, okay...?"

"Sho!" Ryo said loudly.

"Just a sec, Nii-san," he answered.

"Crap, your bro there, dude?" Natsuko asked.

"Sho, listen to me," Ryo said. "I don't think you should do this."

"One sec, Natsuko," Sho said. Covering the mouthpiece, he asked his brother, "Why not?"

"Why not? Because he mentioned dressing up as monsters, and, if I know those two, one of them may try to scare you, and you know what will happen then."

By "those two," Ryo meant Natsuko and his best friend. While Ryo didn't really know the guy—or even his name—he figured he had to be trouble, too, if he was so close to Natsuko. Besides, this whole "dressed up as a chick" thing wasn't very reassuring, especially since Ryo doubted it was a baby chicken costume.

"Aw, that's the old me! I'll be fine! Trust me!" Turning back to the phone, Sho asked, "So, October 31st? What time?"

"Party starts at 8 my time, dude. And, hey, bring that bro of yours, too," he said, sounding conniving. "He needs to meet this one chick."

Ryo crossed his arms. This has bad idea written all over it. I'm sure he'll regret it. Especially if... As something occurred to him, he said, "Hold on!" He grabbed the phone from Sho and said, "It's me. So were you planning on just inviting us to this one? Or are there going to be more witnesses?"

"Dude," Natsuko said. "That. Is. Harsh. Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'm inviting all my pals, which include a lot of yours and your bro's. Besides that, my sis, who's way more responsible than me, is coming. Feel any better yet, dude?"

"Maybe," Ryo answered.

"Trust me. We won't be getting in too much trouble with my little sis around. Heck, she's already banned alcohol because she's bringing her friend, so it's already gonna be kind of a drag."

"Hmm. I don't know."

"Nii-san! It's fine!" Sho said, defending his friend. "Natsuko's no worse than Fubuki!"

That's why I'm worried, Ryo thought. But he said, "Fine. We'll be there."

"Cool," Natsuko said. "And, dude, there's this awesome girl you've gotta meet, case you didn't hear. She's my sis's friend. I think you'll like her."

While he may have said that, his tone seemed to say otherwise. Ryo chose his usual response to such statements from Natsuko.

"Whatever. I'm hanging up now. See you then, Natsuko."

"Yeah, I'd better—" Ryo heard before he pushed the End button, terminating the call.

As he handed the phone back to Sho, he said, "Honestly, Sho. I don't know why you hang out with him. I liked Judai and Kenzan better."

"He's not so bad!" Sho said. "Why do you hate him so much? He's a lot like Fubuki, and you two are best friends!"

Ryo sweat. "Of course. But, Sho, didn't you think Fubuki was a weirdo in high school? I'm beginning to think you're just friends with this guy 'cause he calls you 'bro.'" Missing Judai so much that you go out and find another new "brother" isn't fair to either of them.

"That's not it at all!" the small blunette protested. "He calls me 'dude' more than he does 'bro!' Is it a crime for me to hang out with him? You don't know him, so stop judging him!"

Yes. But I know his type. Nothing but trouble.

He decided to change the subject, knowing it would be pointless to argue with Sho. "So, what are you going to wear?"