This story was written more as a joke than anything else.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. (I do own some Yu-Gi-Oh cards, though, as well as a few decks of standard playing cards.) I don't know if anyone actually owns Solitaire, but if they do, they aren't me.

The Three of Clubs sat up groggily. Oh, my aching hea- What the heck? Where am I?

For this was not the place he had gone to sleep. That place had been an armchair in the Clubs Manor library. This, on the other hand, appeared to be a windowless, stone room, lit by flickering fluorescent lights overhead. There was a single door, heavy and metallic, and standing in front of this was a man in most peculiar garb.

He was clad in purple…armor…at least, that's what it looked like, and held a long, green staff with both hands. This he leveled and jabbed at the door with, shouting, "Dark Magic Attack!" A blast of energy shot forth from the staff, and hit the door and the surrounding stone. Whatever it was, it made the colors of the door and stone…invert. The white door turned black while the dark grey stone turned light blue.

This distortion lasted a few eye-hurting seconds before fading away like it had never happened. (There wasn't even a scorch-mark!) This only seemed to anger the Man in Purple, who then growled audibly and kicked at the door with his heel upon seeing the results of his attack (or lack thereof).

Defeated, the Man in Purple walked away and sat down against the wall a few feet from the Three of Clubs, sulking. Figuring he had nothing to lose, the Three of Clubs got up, went over to the door, and tried jiggling the doorknob. Locked. No give either way.

So that's what the Man in Purple was trying to do, the Three of Clubs thought, open the door. Silently, he returned to his place along the wall. After sitting down and seemingly contemplating his next move for the better part of a minute, the Three of Clubs abruptly turned to face the Man in Purple, offering the stranger his hand saying, "The Three of Clubs."

The Man in Purple regarded this series of actions before taking up the outstretched hand up into his own, shaking it, and replying, "The Dark Magician."

"I'm from Solitaire," the Three of Clubs said, hoping to get a conversation going.

"And I hail from Duel Monsters," came the reply.

Both regarded what the other had said until the Dark Magician broke the silence by saying, "I've never heard of this "Solitaire" you speak of before."

To which the Three of Clubs said, "Yeah, well, I've never heard of "Duel Monsters" either…but I'd be willing to explain the rules of Solitaire to you. If you'd like, that is."

"I'd like anything that'd pass the time at this point!"

"Well, to start off, there's four suits…"

I looked down at the assortment of clutter that was my desk. I had overturned most of the jumble of papers, writing utensils, ends, odds, this, that, the other thing, a Ming Dynasty vase, Jimmy Hoffa's remains, and The Flying Spaghetti Monster knows what else might be part of that heap. I had found the college forms I had been looking for, but at what cost?

I shook my head. Really need to stop being so serious. So it's a little more untidy, so what? As went to work setting things back where they had been, I found some of my card-game decks had gotten mixed around. Well, both my standard playing cards and my "Yu-Gi-Oh" cards had been scattered. I quietly put cards back into their respective piles, stopping to reclaim the Three of Clubs and the Dark Magician from under the tape-dispenser, where they had somehow ended up.

Fin.

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