Yu-Gi-Oh Special Event!

Rose D.: HI everybody! And welcome to my one & only Official Duel story! You know: Duel Disks, Life Points, the rules; all that good stuff! –giggles–

I know, anyone whose reading "Dark Crisis: UiT" is probably going: "Why aren't you working on the Vampyr fic!"And to that I say: "I've had this story lyin' around for a long time, waitin' to be uploaded, so I just decided to do it!"

Of course, I can't promise this story'll be my last Dueling story, but right now it's my only. –grins really big– (Note: All my other YuGO stories have nothing to do with actual Dueling.)

Oh! And there's one other little thing that makes this story special besides the actual Dueling . . . I'M IN IT! This story is my 1st walk-on role! I've never been in one of my own stories before! WOW! 0.0 So this is a first for me!

Anyway . . .

Note: the word "dastard" means: base coward. And when someone is call a "butch" in my stories, it means someone who is bad and has no morals. (Only used for guys.) Plus! Every card I use in this story, I have in real life. Go forth Duelist Soul! YEEHAA!

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Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Games of Light & Shadow

The day was warm because the sun was at its peak; there was a light breeze, and I could hear the birds as they played in the quivering tree leaves above. Aimlessly I twiddled my thumbs, and looked down at my shoes. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'Maybe I should have worn my other ones.'

I was sitting in the center of Domino Park at the top of a small tier of circular steps. I looked up, and back-and-forth; when would he get here?

'Settle down,' I coaxed myself, 'You're silly! You know that right? OH! You're so silly!' I told myself. I had this strange excitement in my heart that was beginning to get annoying.

"Take a deep breath," I told myself; I did so. I had on my black boots, and my well-kempt blues jeans, including the plain black dog collar I like to wear buckled just above my right knee. And, just for personal kicks, a deep maroon long-sleeved 70s shirt (pointed collar and all) that fit like a glove.

My hair was pinned-up with clips, but the ends hung down forming a neat little ponytail; for those of you who know me, it's just the way I usually wear it.

I looked at my watch for no reason in particular; it was 3:00. I was getting anxious again; man I hate that feeling. I rose quickly to my feet, looked around once more, then put my hands in my pockets.

'Quit it! You're being dumb!' I told myself, "Yeah, yeah," I retorted aloud. To occupy myself, I looked down and began studying the nicely etched cement at my feet. There were curves and swirls, some modern representation of flowers, I think.

I noticed some irresponsible person's old hard gum stuck to the edge, and began scuffing at it with my shoe. 'Some people,' I thought indignantly, 'Marking up something as pretty as this with their stupid gum! I mean, can't they just wrap it back up in the wrapper and throw it away?'

Yet as I stood there, pondering over this, it took me a moment to realize I now heard footsteps, and saw someone coming towards me out the corner of my eye.

I jerked up — and saw, him.

Err – Yami (!) I mean, for those of you who didn't know who I was waiting for. I stood there, and for some reason, I wasn't breathing. I looked at him as he stood there; he was handsome, but for some reason or other, his deep violet eyes seemed to look upon me with disconcertion.

I snapped myself out of my trance, jerking my hands from my pockets. "I'm sorry!" I said, "I should be saying 'hello'!" I came down the short steps to meet him.

Yami, however, took a step back from me and I realized he seemed much more agitated than before. I stopped, and swallowed.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked quickly, for he seemed about to spring away. He searched my eyes rapidly, before responding; my ears couldn't help but soak in the sound of his rich, deep voice.

"I –" he began, his body still tensed to dart away, "I need to be sure you're not . . . one of those crazy fan girlz."

I blinked. "OH! I'j – I'm not!" I said instantly, waving my hands to try and show I was harmless, "I mean yes, I'm crazy about you —"

Yami quailed at this, and took another step back.

"Oh no!" I sounded, "Not like that! I like you A LOT, yes! But I won't touch you!" And then I looked right at him and said in my truest voice, "I promise." I meant it.

He had been staring at me, and yet, I then saw an emotion sweep his face, and was relieved to see him calm. He was no longer rigid and ready to run from me.

"Thanks for believing me," I began, "I'm not a liar. I never lie knowingly, really. I don't." I backed up and sat once more upon the tier steps; I grinned sweetly. "Thanks for coming out to meet me today, and, I'm sorry you get chased around by nothing but crazy fan girls who want to do nothing else but hug you to death . . . or worse." the latter I added under my breath, and cast my eyes downward.

Yami moved forward and slowly turned to sit down near me. "To be honest," he said, "I had been watching you for a short while."

I looked at him; he looked at me.

"I was about to come out, but that's when you stood up a moment ago."

"Oh," I replied, "I see how you have to be careful." 'OH Brittany,' I thought, 'You're right here, with Yami sitting next to you! YAMI! For crying out loud! And your not even jumping around or rambling on like you usually do when your with somebody you really like!'

I laughed suddenly and made sure my face was turned from him. Yami turned to face me a little more. "What is it?" he asked.

"Oh," I said, "I'm just thinking how cool it is that I'm here, and you're here. And I'm amazed that I'm not rambling on and on, like I usually do when I'm around people I like." I took a quick breath in and out. "You know," I raised my hand up beside my head and moved it in a talky-mouth gesture, "YAK YAK YAK."

Yami blinked, and I was happy to see him smile. "You have a nice smile." I said. To my chagrin, his lips fell straight again.

"Oh, sorry," I said, and looked at my shoes.

Yami shook his head quickly. "No, I should be sorry. I've gotten so used to girls having ulterior motives that when one comes along who is actually sweet —as in not trying to get their hands on me— I tend to distrust her and treat her as suspiciously as I would the others. So, I am sorry Miss Brittany, uh, that is your name? Correct?"

I nodded quickly. "Oh, um, yes!" My heart soared as he realized the truth of the matter; I wouldn't chase after him like some crazed cheetah after its prey. I'm not like that, but then, I'm not like most girls.

"Uh," I began, "I'm a Duelist too. In fact, I've only lost four official outside Duels!" I was chippering; thus began my rambling.

Yami's eyes widened in interest. "Really? Well then, perhaps you and I can have a Duel today."

"Ahh! NO! No, no! I won't Duel you." I announced, "No way! You're like, Duel Monsters World Champion; you're unbeatable! I wouldn't have a chance. So, no. Sorry." I suddenly thought my statement strange, because I had my DM cards in my little black card-holder on my belt. 'Why did I bring them if I didn't want to Duel?' I wondered.

Yami frowned. "Oh come," he said tersely, "You make it sound like you wouldn't last two seconds! Have a little faith in yourself,"

"Hmph," I looked away, "How many times have I heard that before."

Yami watched me; he moved a bit closer. "Listen, you said you've only lost a few outside Duels, what makes you think you wouldn't stand a chance?"

I turned and surveyed his eyes. "Because nobody beats you —"

Yami laughed out loud. "Oh I've lost, believe me. In fact, my greatest lose was to a man by the name of Raphael, I lost everything that day . . ." Yami's eyes suddenly stared into the Middle Distance.

"Oh, I remember him," I said, thinking of the episode, "You shouldn't have ever used the Orichalcos. That's just eww! What were you thinking?"

Yami turned, looking at me again. "I don't really know . . . But what I Do know is I'll never touch that card again. I've learned my lesson about tampering with Evil . . . never again."

There was a moment of silence, a mutual pause, and we both spent a minute watching the trees and sky, harkening to the birds and rustling leaves.

"Even if we did decide to Duel," I began again, "I don't have a Duel Disk. I wasn't in the Battle City Tournament."

Yami grinned wonderfully. "Now I know you want to Duel, you're just holding yourself back."

I turned to him about to protest; but he stopped me by holding up his pointer finger. "Otherwise," he said "You wouldn't have brought the subject back up."

'Drat.' I thought. "Now why did I go and do that?"

"Come!" Yami said, standing, "We shall go, and get you a Duel Disk!"

I jumped up. "What? But I thought Kaiba was the only one who handed them out, and Battle City's over!"

"I'm sure Kaiba has some lying about in that Tower of his. I'll have him give you one."

I blinked. "Give me one?"

Yami winked. "Let's just say, Kaiba owns me for something."

I smiled. "Okay!"

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Yami and I were standing right outside Kaiba Tower. I was craning my neck to see the top of it. "Man, it's high." I said.

Yami shrugged. "So are the Pyramids of Giza."

I suddenly brightened. "Egypt? Oh I love Egypt! I wish I could go there some day! I have a bunch of books on it and everything. I just love it!"

Yami looked at me. "Truly?"

"Yes! Ever since I was little I've been fascinated by Egypt and it's mysteriousness!" I got all starry-eyed.

Yami scratched his head. "Strange, Egypt didn't seem that mysterious to me."

I laughed. "Never mind, never mind!"

Yami shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. "Come," he said and trotted up the steps.

"Oh!" I squeaked and jumped to catch up with him.

"HEY!" came a shout. We stopped short of the doors and turned to see Yugi Mutoh running down the street towards us.

"Yugi!" Yami called.

"Yugi Mutoh . . ." I breathed, "I actually get to meet Yugi Mutoh."

Yugi ran up to us and stopped, hunching over and leaning against his knees for support; he was breathless.

"What is it Yugi?" Yami asked quickly.

"I came to remind you!" Yugi wheezed, then looking up, and noticing me, "Oh, hello."

"Hi—!" was all I got out. Yugi turned back to his older half.

"Ever since you got your body back, we've only had one Duel Disk between us! Joey told me he saw you coming here, so I came to remind you to get another one for me from Kaiba."

"Oh yes!" Yami said, hitting his palm against his forehead, "Yes." His eyes went to me, then to the doors behind us. "Quite . . . Well come, the sooner we go in and get the Disks, the sooner we can leave."

Yugi and I glanced at each other as we moved to follow Yami.

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"Mr. Kaiba'll see you now." the Suit said. Yami nodded and he, Yugi and I passed through the doorway.

Kaiba was behind his desk – as usual. I'd never met the guy in person, but I'd seen him plenty in the TV Show. As far as I was concerned, Kaiba was a stuck-up jerk who had innumerable issues to deal with; meaning basically I didn't want to act too friendly toward him.

I kept a straight face as Yami stepped forward to address the C.E.O.

"Kaiba," Yami began.

"Yes Pharaoh?" Kaiba replied, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I've come to ask you for two Duel Disks. One," he held up his pointer-finger, "For Yugi; as you know, we separated unto our-own-selves back in Egypt, and since Yugi gave me the only Duel Disk we have, he has been without. You can understand that,"

Kaiba nodded. "Uh huh, but you said 'two' Disks, who's the other one for?"

Yami looked back at me briefly. "For my friend, Brittany."

I stared at Yami's back. 'I'm his friend? He called me his friend? Does he mean it? Or is he just saying that to get me the Disk?'

I didn't notice Yugi was considering me like I was considering Yami. 'So that's her name.' he discerned, 'Britney. Hmm, I wonder how she spells it.'

"Well," Kaiba began, "Of course you may have two Duel Disks!" he said this out of the blue, and meant it! He stood, reached for his intercom, and pulled a switch. "Have two Duel Disks brought up as soon as they have been registered to Yugi Mutoh, and Brittany—" he looked at me inquiringly.

I abruptly realized he needed more than my first name. "Uhh, Brittany Shakespeare McKinley!"

Kaiba grinned strangely, then nodded. "Yugi Mutoh & Brittany S. McKinley." he stated, then closed the intercom.

'He cut Shakespeare short!' I declared in my head, 'And I didn't even give him my full name! If I'd of given him my whole name, I wonder how he would've cut it.' I folded my arms.

"Well, your Duel Disks will be coming shortly." Kaiba smiled sweetly, "And as much as I'd like to have you stick around and chat, I'm really quite busy! So, if you'll excuse me . . ." he waved his open palm toward the door.

"Er, thank you Kaiba." Yugi said, blinking.

"Uh yes! Thank you." I nodded to the C.E.O., and walked through the door which Yugi held open. "Thanks Yugi!" I smiled at him for letting me go first, and he smiled back; I always appreciate a gentleman who'll hold a door open for a lady!

Yami had one eyebrow raised as he took a last look at the President of Kaiba Corp. We left Seto Kaiba's office and the door clicked shut after us.

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"Kaiba acted nice!" Yugi exclaimed, as we three walked down the front steps. "But—"

"Yes but." Yami pondered, "Too nice. Something is up. He wanted to get rid of us, that's why he was so eager to please."

"But why?" I asked, looking up from the brand new Duel Disk hugging my forearm.

"I don't know. Hmm . . ." Yami trailed for a moment, "Listen you two," he looked at Yugi and me, "Why don't you go to the park—begin a Duel." he looked at me hopefully and I nodded, "I'll join you soon."

"Why? Where're you going?" Yugi asked.

Yami waved his hand in a dismissing fashion. "I just want to talk to Kaiba once more. As soon as I do, I'll join you."

"Hey, whatever you want to do." I said.

"Okay," Yugi replied, a little hesitant. He and I turned away as Yami headed back into the building.

I smiled. "It's nice to meet you Yugi. I didn't think I would."

Yugi smiled in that adorable way of his. "It's nice meeting you too. So you're Britney?"

I nodded. "Yes. B-r-i-t-t-a-n-y!"

"Oh!" Yugi looked down at his tena-shoes, "Yami told me he was meeting you today — I guess you didn't turn out to be another crazy fan girl."

"Well, I'm a fan girl, just not a crazy one. " My eyes fell upon my shiny Duel Disk yet again, sparkling with the light reflecting off it. "Hey! I get to Duel you," I said, "I have a chance against you!"

Yugi looked at me.

"Oh, not that you're not as good as Yami, it's just—"

"He's King of Games, I know." he finished, then smirked, "But the title King of Games is under my name, not his." Yugi gestured his thumb back in the direction of Kaiba Tower, "I mean, can you see them printing Pharaoh Yamiatemkohenes under Game King in the World Book?"

I shrugged. Yugi looked down at his fee before picking up the pace a little. I quickly matched his stride.

"Well," I said,"You do know each other's secrets."

Yugi grinned slyly. "Heh, more than you know."

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Rose D.: –gasps– Yugi knows all of Yami's secrets! –pauses curiously– Then why doesn't Yami know them himself? >. That Pharaoh is SO confusing!