Note: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, I would probably be Japanese and I would probably be rich. (I'd probably would have a life, too - but I prefer not to go there.) Well, hate to break it to you, but I have neither of those characteristics. In other words, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, so don't sue me!
CROSSOVERS
Chapter 1: The Power of the Eye
My brother was ten years old, and he was obsessed with the TV show Yu-Gi-Oh. Every afternoon from 4:30 to 5:00 pm, Zack would plop down in front of the tube and watch as people, with every kind of hair style imaginable, dueled in a game called Duel Monsters.
I never watched it myself, saying it was too childish and boring. Though I am not so sure anymore. I think the real reason I never gave the show a chance was because my younger brother liked it so much. Besides, I already knew more about Yugi and his friends than most people who watched the show regularly. Zack would talk about nothing else. If a new Monster card was shown on Yu-Gi-Oh, Zack had to know what type it was, its special abilities, and its attack and defense strength. He would draw replicas on the computer and print them onto card stock, creating his own deck. He even made one for me so he could practice his moves. Of course, I stuck it in the bottom of my junk drawer when he had his head turned.
What amazed me most was how well he had gotten to know the characters. Yugi Moto, Seto Kaiba, Tristin Taylor - to him they were friends down the street. He knew every single one of them by heart and could quote them on a moments notice. He was so in love with that show that that was all he ever talked about, and it got very annoying very quickly.
I listened for months and then tried to forget it. Then one day Zack was invited to a birthday party early Saturday morning. He was thrilled until he realized the party would force him to miss the new Yu-Gi-Oh episode coming up that day. He begged me to watch it for him and tell him all about it when he got back. I reluctantly agreed after he had spent a better part of an hour bawling his eyes out.
So here I was, forcing myself awake at 7 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday of all days and watching the first Yu-Gi-Oh episode I had ever seen. I sat on the cold rug floor wearing nothing but some underwear, a pajama night shirt, and a pair of ugly pink socks my grandmother made for me for Christmas. Socks I wouldn't be caught dead in public - yes they were that bad. As I shivered and drew my legs up to my body for heat the introduction rolled, and the bright colors and loud music played. Suddenly there was Yugi Moto fighting in an awesome duel with one of his greatest opponents, Seto Kaiba. They danced across the screen skillfully summoning monsters of great power, blocking attacks with magic and trap cards, and forming brilliant strategies. I probably would have be mighty impressed, if I had not fallen asleep and started snoring.
That's when it happened. Static blared out of the speakers startling me out of my slumber. The TV suddenly went fuzzy. The characters on the screen went in and out of focus. I blinked my eyes in confusion and sat up.
"What in the blazes...?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes to see what was going on. I picked up the TV remote and changed the channel.
Nothing but static. I shivered, Why did I watch "The Ring" last night?
I flipped around the channels some more and got the same result. I checked the connection of the TV and the position of the ancient rabbit ear antennas my parents had had since high school. Either the TV was broken or the signal from the station was being interrupted or had shut down. I was not very heart broken; now I could go back to my soft, warm bed.
So, I turned off the TV.
At least I thought I did. The static still blazed at me. The batteries in the remote are probably dead, I thought.
I stood up and pressed the power button on the TV and the TV blinked out. I yawned as I climbed to my feet and headed for the stairs.
clink- cshrssss...
I spun around, the TV was back on. The static started jolting violently. Flashes of an image shown through. I couldn't make it out... The image froze on the screen. I gasped as I was face to face with a giant eye! A deep sinister laugh filled the room, goose bumps traveled up my spine. I could see my breath. Darkness was closing in. I could not escape! I could see something golden in the static; shifting and growing, crossing from the world of Duel Monsters and Pharaohs into the world of today.
I opened my mouth to scream but choked on the darkness, on the shadows. My throat was being crushed, my lungs burned for air.
The sound of glass shattering, and rough strange voices surrounded me. Their accents were so strange. Black figures shuffled in and out of the darkness. The sound of their swishing robes was added to the malevolent laughter. I did not think - I raced out of the room, flying through the fog of shadows that had surrounded me. Suddenly I went numb, I couldn't feel the burning of my throat nor the pain in my head. I began to panic as the darkness rolled in. But the darkness was so... comforting, I did not want to run. My mind slowed; sleep... just sleep, everything will be fine... I felt like I was being lifted, then I was being crushed - everything closed in, I was slowly being flattend, folded between the layers of paper... Terrible pain... Bright colors filled my eyes and I wanted to faint; anything to end it.
No! my mind screamed, Don't listen to it! Run! Get out, now!
Bright green light filled my eyes, the neon intensity blinding me.
I stumbled forward and ran my big toe into the metal table. Pain shot up into my leg, but it was a new pain. A clean pain, sharp and sudden. It cleared my mind and I stumbled for the door, found the knob and rushed out into the welcoming warmness of the night.
The voices turned from simple mutterings to furious shouts. I was too scared and struck dumb to look back and I did not stop running until my lungs burned and my heart felt like it would burst through my chest. I sunk to my knees, the dew covered grass soaking my legs and socks. The next thing I knew my head was on the ground and I had not the strength to get it up again.