There are so many possibilities I have for this story, such as pairings and turnouts, that I just wanted to see what you guys thought.
I'm game for writing anything, so I want to write to please the audience as best I can. Ideas and criticism are greatly welcomed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And yes, I'm very sad about it.

Prologue.

Yugi's POV

After school a week ago we all met up at Burger World, grabbed a bite to eat and went to the arcade. We spent a few hours there, and it must have been our lucky day, because we all set a few new high scores. Unsurprisingly, Anzu creamed the previous dance score to the ground, Honda beat his old score on the racing game by at least double, and Jou, well, he was content when he got a fluffy rabbit out of the crane game.

I'm still not sure how, but I beat the score on the new fighting game, which let me tell you, was no easy feat. I couldn't help but feel a little superior when I saw my score flash across the screen, the small crowd gathered behind me letting loose a subdued cheer. Since it had first arrived it had turned into THE game to play. The guys took a stab at it, but... it didn't go so well for them. In the end I was the only one in our group that could beat it and in the process of doing so I set the top ten high scores.

I couldn't wait to go back today. With exams right around the corner, school was stressing us all out, and since it was a Saturday we had the whole day to hang out and forget about grades for awhile. Plus, we could meet up with Ryou and Malik! Today should definitely be exciting.

Yami's POV

After the initial day that the new fighting game had made its appearance at the arcade we hadn't gone back in about two weeks, give or take a day. Reluctantly, I let the guys push me up to it, even though I hadn't wanted to. I was more interested in the other games, and then as I was turning away I saw the high scores. All of mine were gone, replaced by someone else. And by someone, I mean just one person. Now, I can see why this shouldn't surprise someone...but wait, who am I kidding? My scores- which weren't as easy to get as I had made them look- were obliterated. I wasn't even in the top ten anymore!

Upon seeing this I decided that any other games could take the back burner while I tried to redeem myself. In the end I was able to claim the top spot again, but in return for success I had used up all the money I had for the rest of the week. It was a little saddening, but the knowledge that I was on top again pushed the thought of bread and water for lunch to the back of my head.

With a swipe of my arm I brushed the small amount of sweat off my brow and made my way to where Bakura was counting his tickets. Upon seeing the amount he was holding I knew he had gotten most of them through... frowned upon means. But what gave it away for sure was the small lock pick sticking out of his mouth. Walking up I snatched it out of his grip. "You know, if you're going to get them using this you might want to at least put it away when you're done."

"Who said I was done?" he answered with a smirk as the last of his tickets were sucked into the counting machine. Quickly grabbing the pick from my hand he turned back around to go "earn" more tickets. I don't know why he even wastes the time to mess with the games when he could just as easily open the prize case. Hell, I don't even know why he wants the tickets in the first place, probably going to sell them to some unsuspecting kid.

With a shake of my head I decided I would go see what Marik was up to knowing he was probably at the pool tables, again. That's where he likes to hang out, I don't know why, though, because even I hit my head on the lamps, and I'm not exactly your prime example of a tall person. Don't get me wrong, I love pool, but I love not having bumps on my head even more so.

As I was making my way to the back of the building I noticed that someone was playing the game I had triumphed and abandoned just minutes before. Huh, some middle school kid, just the kind Bakura would sell those tickets to. He looks like a porcupine, but then again, I don't exactly have the right to judge others by their hairstyle. Stepping up behind the kid currently playing the new game I thought it would be fun to just observe the level of his play. Having just reclaimed the top score I was in a great mood, even willing to offer the squirt some advice on how to play the game better after he inevitably lost. Instantly, however, I realized one thing, which -I admit- should probably not have been said out loud.

"Wait...this little brat is the one who beat me?"