Yu-Gi-Oh!: Dueling's Demise

NOTE: Kazuki Takahasi made Yu-Gi-Oh and Lightpulsar Dragon, along with the other card names (i.e. Evilswarm Ophion, Mecha Phantom Beast Draccosack, etc) mentioned in the story. Pulse, Nero, and Gairin are all products of mine. If you wish to use them, you're plently welcome to! Just PLEASE have some common sense and give me credit. With that, let's get this show on the road!

Chapter 1: Shifting Focus

First things first, we must know our enemy. For those of you who are still into the game itself (competitively), you know the three main decks that been in the meta as of writing: the spell book-wielding magician group known as the Prophecy, the corrupted warriors from Duel Terminal called the Evilswarm, and the ever-living (and painful to play against) Elemental Dragons. In our world, the three groups are collectively known as the Rulers. The Rulers change depending on your world's meta. When that happens, kingdoms fall and others rise. It is a constant change that is either clearly expected or crashing through the bulletproof glass into the fray. Singuarly, the Prophecies are known as The Wise Ones, the Evilswarm are known as The Corrupted, and the Elemental Dragons are simply known as The Suppressors. The Suppressors are called as such, as they are the strongest among the three. You should also know that just because one monster is in a group by name, it doesn't necessarily mean that they aren't in other groups. Take the Mecha Phantom Beast Draccosack; by name, it is a part of the Mecha Phantom Beasts. However (again, you have to be familiar with the game for this), the Dragon Rulers are able to become the dragonic airplane, typically by getting two of them into battle and then initiating an XYZ summon. Therefore, it is also included with the Dragon Rulers.

Hmm...I don't think I've clearly introduced myself. As I said before, I am the leader of the Chaos Legion's Dragon Division and you know me as Lightpulsar Dragon in your world. In mine, my name is simply Pulse. I am the leader of the Dragon Division, as stated before. I wouldn't be surprised that if by this point, you (the readers) are questioning what humans really have involved here in this entire situation. Well think of it as if the various archetypes as a social system; the soldiers are closer to the bottom, followed by higher ranking members. So where do humans fall into the system? They happen to be the supreme commanders. Constantly, they give off the energies needed to keep our world intact. The duelists are quite literatly gods in our eyes, who we must serve. Think of it as how the Greeks thought of their gods; human-like with flaws like their own, but powerful beings that the humans know (when angered) could cause great havoc and destruction. That is a near view we believe of the duelists that use us in battle. In the simplest of terms, you might think that we're just cards in a game, but oh no...this is no game. On that note, let us shift to your world; meet our master...

Nero.

"So BLS attacks. Good game?", a voice asked, cockily.

"Damn...and I thought my sides would work too...", another voice sighed with anger and annoyance. The man to which the voice belonged to tapped his fingers on his duel mat for a moment before extending a "good game" handshake with the victor.

"Hey Nero? You win?", a third voice asked.

"Yeah. E-Dragons got NOTHIN' on Chaos!", the first voice enthusiastically replied.

We arrive at the scene of your typical Yu-Gi-Oh tournament down at the local gaming shop. Nero, the Chaos Dragon player, had just won his 4th game; his record now stands at 3 wins, 1 loss. His facial expression pumped with adrenaline and glee. His messy brown hair swept across his forehead, inching towards his eyebrows. His unusual silver eyes were bright and gleamed like the metal itself. His black t-shirt and jean shorts weren't any fashion statement by a long shot, but it was what he liked. He packed his belongings back into his bag, arose from his seat, pic and stretched his limbs; he was stuck in game three far longer than he planned. The breeze of relief passed through his hair. Was that just a burst of air from one of the many fans now going at maximum speed in the store?

"You win your game, Gairin?", Nero asked.
"Nah. Lost to Chain Burn...", Gairin replied with a sigh. His shoulders sulked, as if the duel was a bad memory he didn't want brought up. "It's not fun playing Gem-Knights when you don't really have a way of killing their backrow besides MST and Heavy."

He leaned against a wall, hands behind his neck.. His black, spiked-up hair was a direct contrast to his pale skin. His wire-frames glasses bounced the wave of lights from the ceiling. He wore a white t-shirt and black slacks. On one hand, he wore a thin white glove that stopped at each finger's middle knuckle. On the other, he wore a black Rolex watch and a ring holding a garnet inset. His tired green eyes showed little expression after his defeat.

A while later, a voice rang out through the whole store via intercom; "Hey, the top 8 list is up. Come on down to the case display to see if you made it. Remember: first place gets $25 cash to take home with them, second takes $15, third takes $5. The Top 8 duels will begin in half an hour." The duo walked through the crowd of people; some were readying themselves for their next round, while others would take a look and turn around to the exit not a second later. Gairin took a look at the listings and sighed.

"Damn...knew I wouldn't make the cut." Gairin groaned with displeasure. The two began to walk away from the crowded mob checking places and into a far less populated area of the

"Cheer up dude. I mean, at least you didn't get dead last." Nero replied. "You got 11th place out of 30. It could have been worse, right?"

"Yeah. Well, good luck in Top 8 man. I'm going over to McDonald's. You want anything?" Gairin, now with a little less disdain, asked.

"You mind if you pick me up a Bacon and Cheese Angus meal?", Nero answered. "I'll give you the money for it." Nero began to pull out his wallet before Gairin raised a hand to stop him.

"You don't need to give me money dude, it's fine. I still owe you for when you helped me buy the Tachyon box where we pulled a Draccosack when it was 200 bucks. I still don't think I've payed you back for that yet.", Gairin assured him. "Look, I'll just get it for ya and you get yourself ready for the Top 8." Gairin waved goodbye and walked out the door. A little bell hanging on the side of the door chimed, as if it were saying goodbye as well.

Nero was left alone. Suddenly, he heard a voice moaning, "Open it...". He whipped around the room, trying to find the location of the sound. No one else was in the room. He muttered aloud, "Alright Gairin, funny prank. You should havve saved it for April Fool's Day man, then it would've actually made sense." There was no response. Nero scratched the back of his head. He wasn't THAT crazy...was he? Again, he heard the voice; "Open it..." it moaned again. Nero was starting to feel fear. He kept telling himself he wasn't going crazy, but each time he did the more he believed he was.

Finally, the voice shouted, "OPEN YOUR DECK BOX ASSHOLE!"

Nero was taken aback by the sudden shout. Slowly, he opened his bag and pulled out his deck box. In it, held his Chaos Dragon deck that had won him many a tournament. He popped the top open to find one of his three Lightpulsar Dragons excitedly jumping out of the box.

"Okay, that took TOO damn long! I thought sounding like a ghost would make getting me out a lot faster, but I guess not.", the card said.

"Um...sorry to interrupt your grand speech, but can I get an explanation of what the HELL is going on?!" Nero angrily asked.

"Oh, sorry. Guess I lost my composure there for a minute. It's cramped in that box-", the card spoke again before being cut off.

"Just get to the point...", Nero groaned.

"Alright...although this form doesn't really suit me...". The card was suddenly surrounded by a white light. In a flash, the card went back into its home. In its place stood a mighty dragon. Nero could do nothing but stare in awe.

"Don't worry.", the dragon assured him. "Only you and anyone else you allow can see me."

The dragon stood at Nero's height, and maybe a bit taller. His chest held a spinning orb, surrounded by smaller orbiting spheres of light. His eyes were a gleaming red; they showed neither hubris nor fear. Its wings, massive and like a devil's, phased through the many baskets that held board games. In fact, and quite literately, Nero could see right through him.

Nero lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and muttered, "Why do I keep drinking Red Bull..." Nero looked up and asked, "Are you just my imagination, or are you really...real...um..." He didn't know if he should call the dragon by its card name or something else.

"Please, call me Pulse.", the dragon replied.

"Okay...Pulse." Nero awkwardly started. He started chuckling to himself. "So what's this about, jumping out of my card?"

"I will explain later In fact, there is MUCH more to explain later. For now, I will assist you in battle, Supreme Commander." Pulse replied. With that, another bright flash saw the return of the dragon back into its card.

Nero, now much more calm, said softly with a smirk, "Supreme Commander huh...I could get used to that. Just what else do you have in store for me...Pulse?"

The intercom rang out, "All competitors in the Top 8, please report to the tournament area."

Well, Nero thought, better get out there. He grabbed his deck box and reported to his first Top 8 match.

HOLY CRAP that took too damn long to write. So yeah, we're introduced to our protagonists Nero and his friend Gairin, and Nero gets a LSD trip by meeting Pulse. Not only that, but Pulse gives us a crash course on how groups work in his world. So if you like what you're seeing thus far, shoot me a comment down below and I'll get back to you ASAP. Hopefully I can update frequently if stuff doesn't get in the way. With that, adios!