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Ugh. I hate these types of things.
// Why? It's not like the world is at stake, well…at least not anymore.//
It's not the pressure. It's just… I have no idea what to say.
//You don't seem to have any trouble coming up with things to say during a duel.//
Technically, that's you, not me, and besides, I actually have to be pleasant to these people. It's not like I can just tell them that they will lose due to my…I mean our belief in an immaterial object.
//The heart of the cards is nothing to scoff at, Yugi. Those who do, do so at their own peril, as we have so often proven.//
I know. It's just…when they ask me how I felt, or what was going through my mind, its hard to not tell the truth. So hard not to tell them that actually I'm not the one dueling-that it's actually my five thousand year old, darker half of my soul. They would never believe it.
//Maybe if we showed them…// He didn't particularly want to, but if his aibou trusted these people, then he would as well.
Please. We were halfway through Duelist Kingdom before our friends even began to notice, and the one time they had actual proof, they thought it was a dream.
So an Egyptian spirit and a Japanese teenager got up and went to face the music-er, reporters. One with his heart filled with comfort of knowing that his other half was there, but still very worried. And the other, worried that although the world was not in peril, his world was.
Okay, so this came about when I wondered what Yugi must be like when reporters interview him. Based on his reaction to all the attention he received at the Kaiba Grand Prix (or Tournament/ or Championship, or whatever) he does not seem like the type who would interview well. And I wondered what his thoughts would be like. But, I realize my portrayal of his character in this case, is…bad. I would actually love to see someone write about this situation with a little more depth. I know I only glanced the iceberg.