It's Time To Duel!

The Obvious Questions

Starting with the obvious – Who's your fave Yu-Gi-Oh! Character?

Why do I have to choose? They're all so great!

Though… If I must chose, I suppose it's a tie between Yuugi Mutou and Ryou Bakura.

For the sake of this Meme, I'm going to screw the rules and chose whoever I want, okay~?

What would happen if you and this character met?

"E-excuse me, miss?" Poor Yuugi could barely make the words out. "Can…can you l-let go?"

The girl paid no attention to the miniscule duelist and squeezed tighter, almost suffocating the boy in her boobs. "Yuugi-chan~!"

"P-please miss, I'm-" Yuugi suddenly cut off, a blank look in his eyes before he spoke again. "Hands offa mah aibou, betch!"

The girl loosened her grip. "Yami?"

"That's right, now… OW! What was that for?"

"Bad Yami! Bad! Bring Yuugi back!" The girl chided, smacking Yami once more over the head.

"Now listen here you- OW! Stop doing that! You're hurting aibou's body!"

The girl gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, Yuugi!" She yelled in Yami's ear, trying to speak only to Yuugi. "Come back!"

There was a glow and it was Yuugi looking back at her. The girl squealed and squeezed Yugi once more.

Poor Yuugi could feel bruises forming all where the girl squeezed. –How could you, Yami?—

-I'm sorry, aibou. She is a menace.-

The girl continued squeezing, chattering about how she was his biggest fan, and that she loved his show, and could he maybe confirm if Puzzleshipping was real?

"Puzzleshipping? What's that?" Yuugi was unfortunate to ask. The girl got a wicked glint in her eye and let him go, in favor of taking his hand and tugging him forward.

"I'll tell you… after we spend the day together."

Yuugi could feel Yami bristle at that. "Like a date?"

She shook her head vigorously. "Oh no, nothing like that. I just want to hang out with you!"

"But I don't even know your name…" he looked around, hoping to see one of his taller friends to help him escape this lunatic.

She smiled. "Adriana. You'd know me better as Wolfgirlnowandforever."

Yuugi gasped. "The crazy girl that terrorized Ryou-kun?" Terror flooded through him.

"The very same."

Yami, help!—

-You're on your own for this one, aibou. I'm going to… figure out a way to save the world again or something.-

Traitor…—

Throw your character into one of your favorite fandoms 8D! How would they react?

(It's a Pokémon crossover, betch!)

The sun is always so nice here, Yuugi thought relaxing in his favorite tree, just the right amount of sun shining down between the leaves. He'd chosen this spot ages ago, back when his dad left for his journey. It was high up enough that he could see anything and everything beneath him, but low enough that he could jump down and not break anything in the process.

He was on one of the higher branches, leaning against the trunk of the tree and just wasting time before he had to get home. His mother wouldn't miss him, after all. And his grandfather was probably ogling girls at the shop. He had hours to himself.

He sighed, his eyes closing. He sure did get lonely, but what could he do? It wasn't like he was going to get the opportunity to go on a journey like his father anytime soon.

The sound of several wings flapping drew his attention away from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and turned his attention to the source of the noise. What he saw confused him at first; several birds (Spearow? He was too high up to be sure…) were crowded around in a circle, pecking at something in the middle. One of them moved to the side and revealed that they were attacking a Pidgey, a young one by the looks of it. Yuugi leaned to get a better look, and saw that it was in real trouble. Without a second thought, he leaped from the tree and ran toward their midst, arms flailing, trying to get the Spearow away from the little guy.

Once the Spearow realized that Yuugi wasn't going to stop, they turned on him, jabbing and pecking at him with their beaks. Yuugi shielded his face from the blows, sparing a glance to the Pidgey. It wasn't moving, but at least the Spearow weren't after it anymore. He wanted to grab it and run, but that just wasn't an option right now…

"Natu, Confuse Ray!"

The Spearow suddenly stopped peaking at him, dropping to the floor and stumbling around. Yuugi turned to look at whoever had saved him when a sad noise to his left drew him.

The Pidgey was looking at him through half-lidded eyes. It looked on the verge of fainting, but it kept its head up as Yuugi ran towards it. Yuugi kneeled down besides it and tried to remember what his father had told him of Pokémon before he left. As he was wracking his brain, the guy who saved them had made his way over to them.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I was training my Ralts, and we startled the Spearow." The boy said, running a hand through his white locks. Yuugi noticed the Ralts next to the boy and his Natu. "We didn't mean for your Pidgey to get hurt."

Yuugi looked back and forth between the boy and the injured Pidgey. "It's not my Pidgey." Was all he managed to say.

"Oh… so why were you trying to protect him?"

"I don't know… I just couldn't stand to see it like that." Like how I used to be, he thought. "I need to get it to a Pokémon Center, though."

"Well you can't carry him, his wing is broken." the boy pointed at the injured limb. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red and white ball. He pressed the button on the center and it grew. "Here, catch it and we can take him there."

Yuugi stared at the device for a second. Catch the Pokémon? He'd never done that before! "Catch it?"

"Yeah. You don't have a Pokémon yet, right?" He pushed the ball into Yuugi's hands. "This way you can start your own adventure!"

Adventure… The words his mother told him long ago came to him now: When you get your first Pokémon, you can go off on your own adventure. Your grandfather and I will happily see you off!

Yuugi nodded and faced the Pidgey. They locked eyes, and Yuugi tossed the ball. It hit its target, and a red glow enveloped the Pidgey before it disappeared inside. Yuugi grabbed the ball, feeling the need to be gentle with it. The Pidgey he caught was inside. He had his own Pokémon now!

"Congratulations!" The voice interrupted his inner thoughts. He turned to the boy how had just now changed his life. "Let's go get it healed, okay?"

Yuugi smiled and nodded, watching as Ralts and Natu were put back in their pokeballs. They started off in the direction of the Pokémon center, when Yuugi realized something. "Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name? I'm Yuugi."

"My name's Ryou. Nice to meet you, Yuugi-kun." Ryou paused, offering his hand.

"Same here, Ryou-kun." He shook the hand, and then looked at the pokeball. "Are you on an adventure, Ryou-kun?"

Ryou nodded. "I just left my hometown. Actually, I've only been gone two weeks. Natu was caught only yesterday. Lucky for your Pidgey."

"Sure was! I hope you don't mind… but could I travel with you? After Pidgey is all better, and I tell my mom, that is."

Ryou beamed. "Of course! It'll be nice to have a friend to travel with."

"Great!" The Pokémon center came into view. "Hey, Ryou-kun! I'll race you to the Pokémon Center!" He yelled, taking off.

Ryou laughed as his friend ran ahead of him. "You're on!"

Pairings!

Who are your dream Yu-Gi-Oh! Lovebirds?

…Again you ask the impossible. *huffs* I love too many! Tell you what, I'll list three, one for each of the following. Though Puzzleshipping was my first OTP, I will do Rivalshipping, Apprenticeshipping, and Angstshipping. In that order.

How would these characters proclaim their undying love for one other?

He should have called first.

It was stupid, dropping in unannounced. Seto really hadn't thought this through… Well, what did it matter anyway? He'd had a little too much to drink, and stuff happened. He hadn't realized what he'd been doing-and who he'd done it with-until he woke up naked with a splitting headache next to his rival… with evidence that something non-platonic had occurred between them the night before.

Shaking off all doubts (because he was Seto Kaiba, for Christ's sake!) he pushed open the door to the game shop. Bells rang above his head, grabbing the attention of the man behind the counter. Yuugi lifted his face from the counter he was wiping, blushing bright red when he saw Seto at the door.

"K-Kaiba-kun!" He scrunched the cloth he was using in his hands, turning his amethyst eyes to the suddenly interesting floor. "What… what can I help you with?"

Seto let out a frustrated breath, walking closer. "You and I both know why I'm here."

Yuugi bit his lip nervously. "W-we have a large variety of games in stock…"

"Cut the crap, Yuugi!" Seto slammed his fist on the countertop. "I came here to talk about last night."

"What's there to talk about?" Yuugi refused to make eye contact, and Seto was sorely tempted to just grab his face and make Yuugi look at him. He resisted the urge, though, keeping his hands at his sides.

"Where to start? The part where I drunkenly kissed you, the part where our clothes came off, or the part where we woke up next to each other? Pick any topic."

"I'd rather not, Kaiba-kun." Yuugi went back to wiping the counter, albeit distracted. "Now, if you're finished, I'd like to get back to work."

Was he… dismissing him? Oh no, this was not over.

"I'm not leaving until we discuss what happened. What, do you think we can go on as if nothing happened between us?" Seto shook his head in disbelief. "Yuugi-"

"What? What do you want to discuss, Kaiba-kun?" Yuugi glared up at Seto with a look of hurt in his wide eyes. "The fact that you and I had sex on your desk at Kaiba Corp.?"

"Yes, that." He walked around the counter.

"You wouldn't even look at me as you gathered your clothes and left the office! What the hell was I supposed to think?" Yuugi shook his head, the cloth balled in his fist. "It was a one time thing, okay? We can just pretend it never happened and go on with our lives. Okay?"

"No we can't. This isn't something I can forget, Yuugi!" Seto grabbed Yuugi's wrist and looked him straight in the eyes. "I know we were drunk, but that-"

"I wasn't drunk, Kaiba-kun." Yuugi started to turn his head, but Seto used his other hand to grip his chin, leaving him no escape. Yuugi's eyes shined. "You were, but I wasn't drunk."

Seto's eyes widened. "Yuugi…"

"I knew what was happening. I could have stopped you at anytime, but I didn't. I didn't! I should have known, but I… I…" He cut himself off, a tear slipping down his face. "I was stupid and thought I could pretend."

Seto's grip loosened. "Pretend what?" He needed to hear him say it.

"Pretend… that maybe…" Yuugi's voice fell so low that he barely mouthed the words.

"Maybe…?" Seto stroked Yuugi's bottom lip, enticing a shudder from the boy.

"That maybe you cared for me, just a little." He whispered, closing his eyes in anguish at the words from his heart.

He moved his hand from Yuugi's chin and moved it to the back of his neck. "Why do you think I came over here?"

Yuugi opened his eyes, a small glimmer of hope in them. "Why?"

"Because I do care." And with that, Seto pressed his lips onto Yuugi's, earning a small gasp from the boy. The kiss was gentle, and unbelievably sweet for Seto Kaiba.

"Kaiba-kun…" Yuugi whispered as he was let up, a dark blush staining his pale cheeks.

"I think we're far beyond formalities, Yuugi." Seto placed his hands on the buttons of Yuugi's shirt. "Use my first name."

Yuugi smiled as he was pushed against the wall. "Seto."

What would their first date be like?

Master Mahaad looked so lonely all by himself.

Mana considered this from her seat. Even at the prince's-Oops, it was Pharaoh now-birth celebration, he secluded himself from everyone. It made Mana feel lonely herself.

She sighed. She wasn't able to convince him to sit with her at her magic lessons earlier. Every time she asked, he would say he would only if she got the spell 100% correct. She tried her hardest-she really did!- and all that got her was slightly singed eyebrows. Thank Ra for kohl.

Well the hell with it! If he wouldn't come to her, she'd just go to him! She drank the last of her wine and sat up from her seat. No one around her paid much attention, excluding Atem. When he saw where she was heading though, he smiled and turned his attention back to the scholar who he'd been talking to.

Was it weird that her stomach got all fluttery as she approached her teacher? It'd been happening recently, whenever she was near him. A smile formed on her lips when he turned and noticed her.

"Mana. What brings you here, stupid apprentice?" His monotone wiped it straight off her face. (Though it did nothing to stop the fluttering.)

"I'm visiting you in your miserable corner of solitude." She snapped back, childishly sticking out her tongue.

Mahaad's mouth twitched up the slightest bit. "I see."

"So…" Mana crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, copying his posture. "It's nice tonight, isn't it?"

"Now you're making small talk?" Mahaad raised an eyebrow. "Where is this coming from?"

"From me wanting to talk, okay? Geez." Mana turned her face away, her cheeks a light pink. She looked back when she heard a rumbling noise, realizing that Mahaad was chuckling. "Master?"

"I was teasing, Mana." Mahaad said, the laughter still in his voice.

"Oh…" Dammit! "Yeah, I knew that!"

He ruffled her hair. "Sure you did." His hand slipped from her head to around her shoulders.

Mana's stomach fluttered uncontrollably. She licked her lips nervously. "Isn't it boring here?"

"Not since you came." She wasn't sure, but she just may have seen him wink…

Nothing more was said for the rest of the night, and nothing needed to be said. They just stood there, his hand on her shoulder, watching the festivities.

The whole time, the fluttering didn't let up.

Now your favorite couple . . . dressed as each other! 8D

Ryou woke up disoriented.

He didn't open his eyes at first, trying just to figure out what the hell he was sleeping on. Whatever it was, it wasn't comfortable. It twisted his body, and left a crick in his neck. He was also vaguely aware that there was another person near him.

He ignored all this and sat up, blearily opening his eyes. He searched blindly for his clothes and found two items. Yawning, he slipped them on and groped the wall, searching for the door. He opened it and stumbled down his hallway, wincing when he stepped into his living room and saw what a mess it was.

Eh, it could be cleaned later. Right now caffeine was Ryou's top priority.

The pale haired boy turned to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets. Flour, baking soda… There! Behind a box of crackers, his savior! He pulled the can out and opened the lid, inhaling the sweet aroma. His one true love~

It almost pained him to wait for the coffeemaker to brew up the blend, but he braved the long moments and was rewarded greatly. He added a spoonful of sugar to his mug and drank in the hot liquid, ignoring the sounds coming from the other room. He was lost in the bliss, slowly becoming more alert as he drank.

Marik chose this time to make his appearance. "Mornin' Ryou. Coffee ready?" He mumbled, rubbing one sleepy eye while making his way to the coffeemaker.

"Mm." Ryou nodded his answer, hardly sparing the other boy a glance.

Marik poured himself a cup and added many of the French vanilla flavor packets they stole from the 7-11 down the street. "Can't believe you're up after last night."

Ryou drained the last of his cup before answering. "I could say the same to you." He stood to get more coffee.

A smirk crossed Marik's face as he took in Ryou's appearance. "Now Ryou, I must have screwed your brains pretty good if you forgot that the purple shirt is mine."

Ryou looked down in confusion. Oh.

"That's fine, though. I just took your clothes in retaliation." Marik tugged on the blue and white striped shirt he was wearing. "How you wear this is a mystery to me."

Ryou rolled his eyes. "Funny. Now give it back."

Marik shook his head, an evil glint in his eyes. "If you want it back, you'll have to take it off yourself..."

Ryou slipped his hand underneath the stripped fabric, a sly smile slowly forming. "Okay then."

What If . . . ?

. . . someone stole your favorite character's trading card D8? TEH HORROR!

Ryou shuffled through his drawers, pulling papers out and placing them back in when they turned out nothing. He could have sworn that he'd put his deck in this desk…

-Landlord? What are you searching for?- Came a voice from the millennium ring. Bakura appeared next to Ryou, his transparent form looking over Ryou's shoulder.

"Spirit, have you seen my deck? I can't find it anywhere…" Ryou opened yet another drawer that wielded nothing of help.

"Not today, landlord. Why do you ask?"

"I was going to duel Jonouchi-kun today at school." He gave up his search and walked towards the kitchen, Bakura following him. "I've looked all over."

Bakura made a cursory glance around the room and spotted the deck on the table. "Except here."

Ryou followed his gaze and brightened considerably. "Oh, thank you, Spirit!" He grabbed it and looked through it, not noticing the piece of paper flutter to the table top. Bakura saw it and began to read it, a look of annoyance and nervousness beginning to appear on his features.

"That's odd… my Change of Heart card isn't in here. Spirit, do you know anything about this?" Ryou's tone was colored with suspicion.

"You are not going to be happy, landlord." Bakura tapped his ghostly finger on the paper that fell from the cards.

Ryou picked up the paper and read through it, growing paler the more he read. "Oh no…"

Bakura nodded. "She's back."

Dearest Ryoukins,

I fear that the time we spent together a while back was not enough to satisfy me properly. I miss you~! I took the liberty of taking your Change of Heart card on a little… well, let's call it a trip. I'll give it back! You just have to come and get it, okay~? I'll be waiting!

~Wolfgirlnowandforever

P.S. Kura, you better not keep Ryou from me! Or else.

Ryou sighed and hid his face in his hands. "I don't think I can handle her again…"

"So don't go." Bakura said simply.

"I have no choice! Change of Heart is in danger…" Ryou looked up with worried eyes. "It's special to me."

Bakura stared into his eyes for a second and sighed, frustrated. "Can I at least send her to the Shadow Realm after you get it back?"

Ryou looked appalled. "No, you may not! What did I say about sending people to the Shadow Realm?"

Rolling his eyes, Bakura recited, "Every person I send to the Shadow Realm equals one week of no mind-sex."

"Exactly. I'll deal with this fangirl. Okay, Kura?"

Bakura's eye twitched at the term the fangirl used. "Got it."

. . . Prince Atem and Thief King Bakura met when they were both little kiddies?

Atem looked both ways, clutching the cloak tighter around him. Excitement thrummed through his veins, being out of the palace like this. No guards, no special treatments, nothing! He couldn't wait to explore the market place the servants always talked about.

There was a loud commotion to his left, and he rushed off to see it. A boy, probably a few years older than him, was running away from a very tall and burly man wielding a scary looking knife. The boy was clutching something in his arms. It looked like bread.

Atem could see that they were running towards him, so he ran back to his hiding place between two buildings. The boy rounded the corner and made a beeline for the place where he was hiding. Atem's eyes widened, as did the boy's, but the knife-wielding man's footsteps were close, so the boy covered Atem's mouth and gestured his to keep quiet. The footsteps ran right past them and disappeared ahead of them. After a while, the boy released Atem and sighed in relief.

"That was close." he said, leaning back and looking at his bundle. "Idiot should've known not to leave this out in the open." He turned to Atem and pulled back his hood, revealing a mischievous face almost hidden by bushy white hair. "Who're you?"

Atem blinked. "I'm the pri-" he suddenly covered his mouth with both hands. He couldn't just say who he was! Then he could get caught and have to return to the palace… "I'm Yami!"

The boy raised his eyebrow. "Yami? Never heard of you. I'm Bakura, and soon, everyone will know me as the King of Thieves!"

"King of Thebes? Like the pharaoh?" Atem asked.

Bakura looked at him like he was an idiot. "Thieves, not Thebes, moron."

Atem looked at the bread, his eyes wide. "You mean you stole that?"

Bakura looked proud. "From that idiot that just ran by. You should have seen his face!"

Atem was confused. "You enjoy bringing misery on others?"

"Misery? Who said anything about misery? He had food, I wanted it, so I took it." Bakura ripped a chunk off the bread and popped it in his mouth. "I don't see any misery there."

"But you stole something. Don't you feel any remorse?"

"No. There is no remorse for the desperate. I do what I have to so I can survive." Bakura's eyes we no longer focused on Atem, but in his memories. "And I will survive."

Atem wanted to ask more, when he heard a voice in the distance, one that sounded very familiar.

"Prince! Where are you, prince?"

Bakura looked up, having heard it too. "Ha! You hear that, Yami? Stupid Prince got himself lost!"

"Uh…"

"Here." Bakura gave him a piece of his bread. "You're alright, Yami. For a kid, I mean."

"Aren't you a kid too?" Atem asked, staring at the bread for a second before sinking his teeth through it. "Hey, this is really good!"

Bakura chuckled. "It's just regular bread. And I'm not a kid, you probably live in a house right?"

"Uh, sure do!"

"I don't. I live on my own, get my own food, everything. I don't rely on anyone but myself."

"Doesn't it get lonely, Bakura?" Atem spoke through a mouthful of bread.

"A little…" Bakura grinned. "But it never gets boring."

"Prince! Hey, Prince, are you- Prince! Mahaad! I found him!" A little girl with dark brown hair ran up to Atem and tugged on his cloak. "Prince, what are you doing? The pharaoh is worried sick about you!"

Bakura stood up in horror. "Prince?"

Mahaad rushed up to them. "You found him, Mana? Prince! Are you okay? Where have you been?"

"I…I" Atem looked back at Bakura, shame coloring his features. "Bakura, I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"Breaking bread with the damned enemy!" Bakura muttered harshly. "Prince!"

Everyone looked at him, Mahaad stepping in front of Atem and Mana protectively.

"Prince. I swear, by the dead spirits of Kul Elna, you and your father will pay for what happened at my village. You'll pay with your lives!" He took off then, only sparing one hate filled glance back. Atem was left speechless as Mahaad ran for the guards, telling Mana to take Atem back to the palace. Atem put up no resistance as Mana led him back.

. . . Your favorite dark and light duo took their first trip to the grocery store?

"Yami, I really think this is a bad idea…" Yuugi chewed his lip nervously as he looked around from his place in the shopping cart.

"Aibou, it must be done." Yami said, a look of determination blazing in his eyes. "I will not allow that thief to insult us in such a way."

"…Yami, he just took the cereal box you were reaching for."

"Exactly! He knew we had intended to purchase that and he deliberately stole it in front of our eyes!" Yami ranted, his fists clenching on the push-bar.

"Still…" Yuugi looked down at the spot where Ryou and Bakura were, Ryou in his own shopping cart like Yuugi. "Why are you two dragging me and Ryou-kun into this?"

"Are we not a team? We must form a united front against that tomb robber!" Yami turned to face the snow haired ex-thief. "Hey! Hurry up, stupid thief!"

He's lost it… Yuugi curled up into a ball and held onto the inside of the cart.

"Get ready to suffer, Pharaoh!" Bakura yelled across the parking lot. "Three!"

"Two!" Yami yelled back, bracing himself.

"One…" Yuugi and Ryou whispered.

"SHOPPING CART JOUSTING!" They yelled, running as fast as they could straight at each other.

Yuugi had a feeling they'd all have to go back to the store for some Band-Aids…

. . . Joey took over KaibaCorp?

(This is Battleshipping, figure out who's talking)

"So how do you like the way I redecorated, Moneybags? Ya shouldn't have made that bet… "

"…"

"Joey, I think you broke him."

"Nah Yuug', he's fine. Aren't you, Seto?"

"…"

"Seto-kun?"

"Seto?"

"I'm going to go write that suicide note now…"

"Seto-kun? Seto-kun, wait!"

"Yeah, I'll change it back! Me and Yuug'll even do that thing you like tonight!"

"…"

"Seto-kun? Set- Eh? Hey!"

"Put me down, ya jerk!"

"I'll forgive you once we're finished."

"Seto-kun! Not in your office!"

. . . Your favorite character played DDR? Are they a Champ or a Chump? X3

Anzu was looking at the two of them as if they were very young children.

Considering that they could hardly stand on their wobbly legs, she might have been right.

"If you can't even pass beginner level, how can you call yourself the King of Games, Yuugi? And Ryou, you're taller than him! Why can't you hit more steps?" she asked her gaze going back and forth between each boy, and the screen that proclaimed that they lost. Again.

"A-Anzu…" Yuugi panted. "We can't a-all be great dancers…"

"Yeah." Ryou mumbled beside him, face squished in a pillow. "You have the talent, we're just… mmh mumph mhmm." The rest of his sentence was unintelligible.

Anzu sighed. "I'm not letting either of you go home until you can master easy, at least." She set up the game again and attempted to get the two in an upright position. "All I ask is one win out of 72 losses. Just one!"

The music started again, Ryou and Yuugi moaning and shuffling their feet into another loss.

Final One: Put your player on Shuffle and write a Yu-Gi-Oh! related drabble for the next song that pops up.

(Oh, snap! It's something 5D's!)

They had been incredible back then.

No one could defeat them then. They were invincible.

But it only lasted a little while.

Yusei tried to help Kiryu. Oh, he tried.

Kiryu was too far gone.

Now those days were long gone.

After Sector Security took Kiryu away, Yusei knew that he hadn't tried hard enough.

He'd love to say he didn't care. But every time he was within the Facility's limits, his only thoughts revolved around finally seeing Kiryu again…

They never let him and the others in.

And now, staring at Kiryu-into those deranged eyes- from his D-Wheel, he could feel all those thoughts flood back.

"You traitor, Yusei!"

"Kiryu…"

Kiryu blamed him for everything.

It wasn't fair.

I never wanted you to die, Kiryu

(Song: Let It Die by Three Days Grace; Can you blame me writing 5D's? They kept saying 'You say' which sounds like 'Yusei'…)

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