[On Track]
Disclaimer: My Yu-Gi-Oh! writer has a first name, it's Ka-z-u-ki. My Yu-Gi-Oh! writer has a second name, it's Ta-ka-ha-sh-i. I like to watch it every day, and if you ask me why I'll say, because Nihon Ad System adapted it and 4Kids went and dubbed that [4filter].
Disclaimer for the Disclaimer: Oscar Freaking Mayer.
Narrator's Note: I know I promised to you people that there would be an edit-a-plusa. And, surprisingly, I have been working on it. Very carefully. I was going save this update for the edit-a-plusa, but I'm not done yet and September is at it's end. So, after carefully and patiently saving this chapter, I threw little strips of paper in the air that said "screw it" and am uploading it.
Oh, and I said that this chapter would end episode three.
I lied.
I would have loved to finish the episode, but someone tell that to Yugi, Amy, and Bakura, because they seemed to have missed that memo, lollygagging the frig around.
Chapter Six - Vessel to the Kingdom: "I don't see why not."
Alternate Titles: Bakura and the Missing Star Chips, All Together in a [4filter] Crate
When Amy woke up from the futon on the floor, her clothes had been moved. Last night she left them by the bottom of the futon. In the morning they were over by the door, stacked in a different order and refolded. On top of the stack sat her glasses case, and the weebo clip. It was clear to everyone and their best friend that her clothes had been washed.
A bit steamed about the fact that her wishes were ignored, Amy picked up her glasses case. She didn't want to open it, in fear of waking Téa with it's loud closing slam. She shook it around gently, trying to be as quiet as possible. The glasses could be heard inside, shifting back and forth. There was second noise from inside it, something smaller then the glasses hitting the edges. It sounded like her Star Chips were still inside.
Yes, Amy had been holding onto her Star Chips since before she arrived at Yugi's house during the prologue. She had them all along. When she had been staying at Yugi's constantly, Amy kept them with her spare clothes – the ones she was wearing that first night. Since the morning before the video incident, she put the Star Chips with her glasses, along with some emergency Yen, and kept it close in her uniform, holding the case while her clothes went through the wash at school and she waited in her P.E. clothes.
While Amy didn't take the time to visually check for the Star Chips, she could hear the small items crash against the rest of the case and it was good enough for her. No harm done.
Amy skipped school that day. After having a nice breakfast with Téa and her parents, they walked together for a little while before the two broke off. She really didn't feel like being there for the Yugi, Tristan, Joey, Amy awkward reminisce of yesterday. So, when they approached Yugi's house to pick him up on the way by, she broke away saying she would meet them at school.
And never went.
Instead, Amy kept herself busy doing miscellaneous things, such as going back to Yugi's house to change into her old clothes and get her card fanny pack, – until 9:30 at night. There's no need for me to lollygag around that time in between. As a wise man once said, "Hey, stop developing your characters. We have card games to play."
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"Attention all duelists. Welcome to this event, sponsored by Industrial Illusions." the goon on the boat shouted to the crowd of kids. Excited chatter came from the group. There were three men just standing up there on the boat, looking as greasy and emotionless as possible. The one in the middle, the one with outrageous hair was talking. "You received with your invitation the Star Chips that will grant you entry into the contest."
Almost everyone was here young. Future tournaments would have individuals of all ages, adults to young children. Surgeons to monkey trainers. But this tournament, this one was crowded from head to toe with teenagers. (Don't get me wrong, I'm not approving the whole surgeon being duelist thing. I think it's one of the stupidest concepts in the world – watch as I cut this organ open with my left hand a play a trap card with my right.) And almost every single kid had the same expression on their faces.
They all thought that they would win the three million. They thought would gain the title of "King of Games". They all thought that they were the main characters. They were all sorely mistaken.
It was funny to Amy, as she watched the crowd of children, she could point to each person and say, "You lost, you lost, and you did too." Everyone here was a nameless side character who was only put into the picture to make the tournament seem legit. Yet, when they were around her like this, Amy realized that they were real people, with real lives. They were important in their own stories. But for the story she was in, they might as well been grey blobs.
"You're all elite, invited by us after close observation of you in your past Duel Monsters contests." he shouted at the crowd.
"Oh good," Amy muttered under her breath, "way to show you're not a creep Pegasus." None of the other contestants paid a lick of attension to what she said.
"You each have a fair and equal chance to win." he continued, which everyone really believed. "It all comes down to how well you've chosen your cards and how well you play. Now duelists, come across the ocean. And enter the Duelist Kingdom."
The children began to line up. Amy was the sixth person in line. She had her glasses case in hand, waiting patiently for her turn. When she reached the top of the line, Pegasus's goon-for-hire stood behind a pink table with a clipboard, saying "Present your Star Chips." like he had every other kid in line so far. And of course Amy was confident the process was going to go just as smoothly.
She shook her glasses case, feeling slightly cocky. It felt in a way like she owned the show, that she was an important character of this story. Of course she would be able to get on, why bother checking. "Right in here." Then, the metaphorical weight came down, Amy opened her glasses case and held her glasses between her fingers, searching the case. There were a few ten yen coins, but that was it. No Star Chips.
Amy froze, her cocky buzz totally killed.
The goon repeated himself. "Present your Star Chips."
"Um." she looked up at him. "Right, hold your freaking horses." Amy put the glasses back and closed then case, then drove her hands into her pockets. "I've got them here somewhere."
No matter how much fishing she did in her pockets, there were no Star Chips to be found.
The man seemed to understand this by watching her fumble around. "No Star Chips, no entry."
"Look buddy, I have Star Chips."
He repeated himself dryly.
Embarrassed, and not knowing what else to do, she argued back. "I told you I have them, okay? I need to get on that ship!" Her voice was starting to raise.
Like clockwork, the goon that was standing guard and the other one behind the table took hold of her arms. They were taking her away by force. Amy's embarrassment was quickly turned to frustration. "Hey!" She struggled. "Let me go! I need to get on that boat! I swear to gwad – ow – watch the underarm buddy!" Despite her struggles and now angry screaming, she remained locked in the strong grip of the two goons.
As a last desperate act, now being hauled away, the other contestants stepping aside and starring at her, Amy yelled back to the table, "Call your boss! I'm in this tournament! Pegasus will tell you, you have to let me on board." She tried to use her feet as frictional resistance, but to no avail. "I'm telling you, call Pegasus! Ask about Amy!" Then they dropped her.
Whisperers spread from the line behind her. It would only be a mater of moments before the gossip about a "short girl throwing a fit to get on the boat" got to the back of the line. Yugi and Joey would probably put two and two together in a short about of time. So, Amy got on her feet, remembering that she still had another chance to board. And she didn't have the time to lose gallivanting around, or else she would miss that opportunity too.
For a ship meant for forty passengers and an few employees, it was unnecessarily large. Just like Pegasus to show off for unnecessary reasons. The man may be mad with grief right now, having hatched (with some assistance) a scheme to cheat that grief, but his flamboyant personality couldn't help but seep through the cracks here and there. And those little threads of over compensation might be enough to give a sliver of hope that Pegasus could recover from this brief moment of insanity. Which, both you and I know he will. Amy too, she knows as well. But the little signs here and there made the difference between knowing something, and physically seeing something.
On a less glamorous note, that flashy size was making it difficult to be confident that Amy would make it to the loading unit in time.
The loading unit was opposite the line, in the bow, which meant she didn't have to go passed Yugi and Joey. The bad news is, she would have to come off the port, and do a circle around, because the men loading were facing the line of kids. She couldn't just waltz over and slide behind the cargo. Téa and Tristan were sneaking around from the other side of the crates right now, and she would have to do the same. Amy would have to do it quickly, she didn't have a whole lot of time.
There was commotion that interrupted her thought process. Guards, yelling. A British accent. Oh good gwad, a British accent.
"Wait, please, you're making a mistake..."
The line of kids was watching as the guards dragged a struggling Bakura away from the loading sight. Oh hell no. This was not happening.
One of the goons tightened his grip on Bakura, saying, "Only official contestants allowed on board."
Amy smacked her forehead, unable to believe this was still happening. This was suppose to happen to Joey, but she had arranged around that. Somehow fate still rearranged itself so they still had to deal with some version of the event. Only this time none there were no Star Chips to bail Bakura out. If this was the way destiny wanted to play, Amy would play it's game, no matter how frustrated it made her in the end.
Bakura blinked, looking desperate. He shifted his head from one goon to another. "B-But I am an official contestant."
His lie had come out sloppy, making Amy, the queen of lies, feel insulted and ashamed for the 4Brit. He was not going to be able to talk his way out of this on his own, and Bakura had to come to Duelist Kingdom. Yami Bakura had to steal Pegasus's Eye. He needed to get on that boat as much as she did, if not more. So Amy backtracked, running after the three, when they were far enough away from the line of kids. There was still the possibility of Yugi and Joey getting involved, which she wanted to avoid if at all possible. So, Amy would have to wrap this up quickly. She only way she could think to do it was sell herself out.
"Heeeeeyyy!" The men turned around at the sound of her yell. She made sure the goons-for-hire could see her waving her arm rapidly. "Let go of my brotherrrrrr."
At first, Bakura's eyes widened, showing a momentary lapse of worry. Something about the word 'brother' seemed to upset him. He shot his head to see who had said that, and his face transitioned to surprise. "Amy?" He couldn't make it any clearer that this was unexpected.
"You're that girl who tried to sneak through the line." one of the goons commented.
Amy growled at the fact that they considered her honest attempt to enter the tournament 'sneaking', "I was not sneaking."
The other goon cut in, ignoring her comment. "So you two were trying to sneak on together." Again with the term sneaking. It was more of a statement then a question.
"Let go of my brother." she repeated heatedly.
Like the goons by the entrance table, these two men were completely in sync with each other. They simultaneously let Bakura's arms go. The one on the right was the next to speak, saying, "Get out of here, and don't come back." Between their suits, sunglasses, and frighting tones, they were an intimating sight. But Amy was too mad to be intimated.
She grabbed onto Bakura's wrist and started walking away, nearly dragging him. It took him a minute to regain his footing.
"Who wants to go to this fakey tournament anyways." she grumbled back at the goons that were watching the two of them walk away. When the goons turned there back, Amy started to veer around slightly.
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By the time they had gotten far enough away to quickly circle back to the cargo, Amy had realized two things. Firstly, if she had left Bakura alone, he probably would still have gotten on board, only he would sent half the staff and who knows how many of the contestants to the Shadow Realm in the process. Secondly, fate was the biggest [4filter] she had ever met.
The two stood behind one of loading crates, whispering to each other. When questioning how Bakura got caught, he answered with, "I was trying to sneak in through the lower hatches."
Amy let out a quiet sign. "Lower hatches?"
Bakura responded with a shrug and a whisper. "I don't know, something inside me said it would work."
The female attempted to recall the scene as it should have been before she began altering things. The lower hatches, huh? She believed that was where Joey was caught trying to sneak in. There may have been the slightest (most likely) possibility that in the original timeline, Bakura might have been able to slip by while the goons were dealing with Joey.
"What about you," he questioned, "how did you get caught?"
"Hey, look schmuck (a term which she used in its pop culture form), I did not get caught. I was a legitimate contestant until sometime in the last week." she stuck her tongue out and whispered stubbornly. "I did not get caught, I was wrongfully kicked out, there's a difference."
"Wrongfully kicked out?"
Her face lowered in momentary annoyance. "Why must you turn everything I say into a question?"
"You say a lot of very strange things."
Amy glanced over the side of the crate, choosing to ignore that comment, looking at the employees waving and shouting. The man turned around and motioned to his coworkers. She recognized that the two of them would have a chance to sneak by them in mere moments.
"What are we doing?" Ryo Bakura murmured, emphasizing the world "are".
In response she glanced up at him, "Copying someone else's idea." Amy grabbed onto the collar of his green undershirt, pulling him through the maze of loading crates. Tristan and Téa were sitting cozy in one of the loading crates by now. Bakura flailed his arms around trying to keep balance with Amy's awkward dragging.
But, for the convenience of plot and pacing, the two parties smashed into each other. By two parties I mean Amy and Bakura bumped smack into Téa's back, who bumped into Tristan, who in the end resulted in them all falling on the ground. Amy wasn't expecting them to be standing there, and likewise, they weren't expecting her. So, the played the name game on recovering from impact.
You know, the name game. It went something like this:
Looking up, Téa gasped as she, recognized the two attackers. "Bakura?"
"Oh, Téa." he responded. All four starred at each other.
Tristan cued in next, "Amy?"
"We are not doing this." Amy cut in and shoved her companions into the loading crate.
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"What are you guys doing here?" Téa whispered.
The crate started to shift around as it was lifted onto the boat. Tristan "sh"ed them as the group fought to regain balance.
As soon as the crate as set down, the conversation continued. Bakura answered for Amy, as she was preoccupied with whispering her modified profanities at Tristan. "We were looking for a way on the ship, Amy must of spotted you guys and we followed you."
Amy turned away from Tristan upon hearing her name. "Something like that." she muttered.
Téa then directed her question at Amy, now having the other female's attention. "This was your big plan?"
The other reversed the question, "This was yours?"
"Shht!" went Tristan again, "If you guys keep talking they're going to find us."
"They are not going to find us." Amy countered quietly. "And when the boat starts moving, they won't give a crap whether there are stowaways or not." As if to go along with her statement, the sound of the boat's movement filled the outside. The once sound of machinery was changed to the rattling noises of sailing. Opening the cargo crate, the female let in a bust of air. Not much air, mind you, as they were still surrounded by other loading crates that made a small maze if space in between each other. But the scent of the ocean still loomed, even if it didn't blow rapidly though their faces.
From behind her, Tristan ripped it shut again. He didn't close it all the way, as it would have slammed loudly, but he did close it enough that the four of them were still hidden. And enough to make a physical statement that he thought Amy was wrong. "What do you think you're doing?" he muttered. Amy gave him a hard stare in response. She could still see it, he didn't trust her, not for a second. He had the same face on that he wore on the roof the day before when he questioned the female's intentions. And the same tone of voice too. He was wearing suspicion and distrust like it was in style.
'He thinks I'm trying to get us caught!' she thought to herself, baffled, 'Oh frig no.'
"Look." she opened it again, "I don't know what your problem is, but stay cooped up in here and contemplate your issues by yourself." Amy growled before walking out. "And if any of the rest of you happen to come to memory that you aren't some kind of wanted fugitives 'hiding from the law', come find me on the ship." She closed the door gently, as noiselessly as possible, holding back the desire to slam it.
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The dark ocean waters lay below. Leaning on the railing, Amy could hardly feel the boat move through ocean. The female had her arms folded around each other, letting the limbs sit on the railing while she laid her chin on them. Between her and the height of the railing, this was surprisingly comfortable.
Amy lifted her arm up and rotated her wrist around, looking at the bracelet. The trinket was so perfect save for the jagged pieces at the bottom, almost as if something had been there and broke off. Without this seemingly worthless object, she wouldn't be here. What would she be doing if she wasn't here? The female had a hard time imagining it. Any ideas that popped into her head were soon blocked by thoughts of the present situation.
'Do you regret coming with me?' Amiee form appeared next to her counterpart. She was leaning over the edge of the ship, starring out silently into dark ocean below. Now that she had made her grand exit and thrown a fit, Amy realized how little she had to do right now. Somewhere on this ship, Mai Valentine was making her first official appearance by flirting with Yugi and turning Joey down. Somewhere else on the ship, Weevil Underwood was being a real creep starring at all the amateurs preparing for the battles ahead.
Amiee's sudden burst of contact caught Amy by surprise. So much so she jumped, turning to the direction is came from. She was never going to get used to the spirit's spontaneous habits. 'Holy crap! Way to give me a freaking heart attack.'
The ancient spirit just starred at Amy, guilt written all over her face. Amy sighed at the expression, 'No Amiee, my mind was just drifting.' She quickly switched subjects. 'It's about time you showed up. Where were you the last hour when I was getting on the ship? I could have used some advice.'
Amiee's response was surprisingly harsh. 'I gave you my advice before. You didn't listen.' By harsh, I mean a scolding tone that was still squeaky. You should know by now that it is some hard core expressionism coming from the shy female. The transparent form shook her head.
The other female straightened out, moving away from the railing. 'Are you back on the Joey video tape thing again?! Come on, there was no harm done, alright? Get off my back about it!' Instead of leaning on it, Amy simply put her palm on the metal to run her hand on it as she walked.
'Bakura wasn't suppose to have contact with them yet.'
And Amy was taken aback, 'It wasn't my fault okay, it just happened. It was ether I get him involved now or he get stuck on shore.'
'I need you to understand that these things are a chain. One small change will link to other events.'
They maneuvered along the edge of the ship. Finally, the two reached a door that kept them from going any farther. 'I get how time travel works okay, my parents lived off of mother freaking science fiction.'
'This isn't time travel.' They opened the door, Amy not thinking much about it and continuing to the interior of the ship. She was too focused on the argument to consider the surroundings.
'It's the same idea!' Amy's face dropped in an exasperated expression. 'I can't believe we are having this argument right now! What, do you of all people not trust me either?! Tristan I can handle, but come freaking on. I'm doing this for you!'
If you guys haven't noticed by now, focus is one of Amy's fatal flaws. It's beyond her power to be able to both have a conversation and focus on the task at hand simultaneously. You've seen this in instances such as when she ran (figuratively speaking) into Bakura at the convince store, or when she ran (literally this time) into Bakura at school. Our OC lead is – as bluntly put - terrible at multitasking. Her focus will automatically shift to the most daunting task. In the case of walking and talking, taking takes the lead.
(There are exceptions, of course, like when there's some intense emotion in the way, like say, embarrassment or anger! By the end of this story, you'll have enough information to supply a Wiki Page.)
Thus incidents like this happen. She lets her guard down long enough to do the Mary Sue clichés. Amy walked into the common room, where cards were being traded, without hardly realizing she had done it. It wasn't until a certain blond, with a big goofy grin, excitedly come up to her face and asked "Wanna trade?!" did she jump in surprise, yelp - as the male realized who he had come face to face with - punch him under his jaw, and realize where she was. The male went flying backwards, the few trading cards he was holding in his hand went flying as well.
"Joey?!" she gasped.
He lay on the floor with his leg twitching. "You coulda just said no."
Amy's response was less apologetic than it should have been. "Well don't get all up in my face!"
Then, the female realized what this meant. She had come in contact with the one group she really wanted to stay away from. And she cursed herself.
Yugi, holding on to his bag straps, ran over to them from across the room. "Amy? What are you doing here?"
"I-I'm, ah, a contestant." she blinked hesitantly, still trying to recover her wits. Her body turned on an angle, and she leaned back slightly, an exaggeratedly flustered look on her face. Imagine one of those huge anime sweat drops on the side of her head. There we go, you see it now, the perfect picture.
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so before?" Yugi asked.
'Because I wanted to get by without actually dueling.' she thought to herself, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Joey saved her from coming up with a response. He brought the attention back to himself, jumping up from the ground and getting in between them. "What about me? I just got assaulted here!"
Her posture went back to normal, getting onto a subject she could talk about. "Quit your complaining. You did it to yourself."
One of the other kids in the rooms walked over to where a card had landed. He was ether not paying attention to the situation or was a complete jerk, because the kid felt down on the ground and picked it up saying, "Hey look, free cards."
This took Joey's attentions elsewhere, as he focused his rambunction on the poor nameless teen. "Get your paws off of that you creep. That's mine!" And Yugi and Amy were free to continue their conversation, just the two of them.
'My king's friends,' Amiee said, unable to stop herself from laughing, 'are very fun.'
'Someone has to think so.'
"Aren't you going to trade too?" Yugi questioned, noticing she seemed to have no interest in the other players. He hadn't seen her take out her deck since the night they met.
Just as he expected, she brushed the idea off without second thought. "No need for it, I've got everything I need for this dumb event. Why would I get all this way here and still need to improve my deck?" She literally waved her hand in the air to be as literal as possible.
Yugi just shrugged. "Weevil said the same thing not too long ago."
Amy cringed at the thought of anything she did or said being compared to Weevil Underwood. She had to remind herself that he had just meet Weevil and didn't know any better. Or, at least she told herself that was the case, fearing the comparison was more accurate then she was willing to accept.
All she could think to say in return was, "You met Weevil Underwood?"
"He's here for the tournament." Yugi explained, as unnecessary as it was, "I'm sure he's still nearby if you want to meet him."
The female cringed again, "You mistook my tone. No, I'd really rather not. As a matter of fact, the thought of him is making it stuffy in here." She got behind Yugi and started to push him out the doorway. "Let go get some fresh air."
Yugi protested this saying, "What about Joey?"
Amy just stuck her tongue out in response. "He'll catch up with us when his brain has caught up to him."
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Running the cards through her fingers, Amy examined every inch of Yugi's deck. She stopped at 'Kuriboh'. "This beauty right here."
Yugi was leaning on the railing, the breeze making his yellow bangs bounce back and forth genitally. "'Kuriboh' is really helpful in a pinch, but I don't think I could pick it as the most useful card in grandpa's deck. All of the cards are useful." He was looking to side, at his female companion waving the monster card around.
"Duh." she put the card right in front of her face, "I never said it was the most useful."
"You said you were going to show me what the best card in the deck was."
Amy wagged her pointer finger in his face. "Personality, personality! People say that 'Dark Magician Girl' is suppose to be your Lolita card, but that's a load of horse crap. 'Kuriboh' is the prefect representation of the underdog cutie, and he's tiny and fluffy to boot."
Yugi wondered who those "people" could possibly be, but kept the thought to himself. He figured it's probably an answer better left untold. From what he knew of Amy, the answer couldn't possibly be good. Meanwhile, she placed 'Kuriboh' back in the deck where it was before, and was careful not to shuffle the order. If she did, Amiee would surely give her another scolding.
She continued to shift through the deck, stopping at the five Exodia pieces, positioned one after another. Behind them, there was a curious looking monster. Amy pulled the card out from the rest, and held it up to Yugi. "What is this?"
"That's the 'Time Wizard'."
Then Amy put it down on the table, separate from the rest of the deck, and slid it across the surface with her index finger. "I doesn't belong here. You should find a new home for it." Yes, Amy was aware how stuck up she sounded. It was intentional.
He picked it up and looked the card from top to bottom. "I don't know what you mean it 'doesn't belong here'. It's a part of my deck."
She waved him off. "I doesn't suit the rest of your deck. Trust me, there's a better home for it."
Joey joined them moments after Amy spoke, holding up his four new cards. "Yug!" he showed them the cards like a kid with a good report card, "I got some good card trading in."
"Hey let me see `em." Yugi examined the cards, excited for his friend. "'Salamandra', and a 'Kunai with Chain'? 'Baby Dragon' and 'Shield and Sword'. Great! With these new magic cards combined with your monsters, you'll have a real strong deck." Looking at 'Baby Dragon', Yugi got the idea that something about what Amy said made sense. He thought of the 'Time Wizard' he was holding in his hand.
"All right!" Joey beamed, satisfied with himself. "So now I'm ready to win every duel I play!"
Once again, Amy could just feel the over confidence oozing out of the blond. Yugi could as well, only his reaction to it was far more dependable then Amy's. While Amy sent him a hard glare, Yugi explained, "I think you're going to find it's a bit harder then that Joey. As a matter of fact... here."
Yugi handed him the 'Time Wizard'. There was a part of him that really felt like the card would be better off in Joey's hands. "Add this to your deck. It can be helpful in a tight spot."
"Wow," Amy interrupted, "wonderful, great, you do so much for him Yugi, and he just can't believe it." She muttered these words, running her hands through her hair. It was slightly embarrassing for her to be in the middle of this touching bonding moment. Honestly, she just wanted the scene to be over. They both just starred at her, and the female realized she had left the conversation in a odd place.
Flushing, Amy grabbed the card and looked at it again, before handing it off to the blond. "Seriously though, it's a good card. Especially for someone as lucky as you." The female muttered, looking away. She pushed the card in his direction.
The blond took 'Time Wizard' in awe. "You think I'm lucky?"
She eyed him sarcastically in response. "You got the opportunity to win three million to save your sister. Yeah, I think you're lucky."
For a minute, the mood was good. The mood was assuring. The three duelists shared an aura of confidence. Amy flushed harder, once she realized she had fallen into that mood. For this first time in a long while, she actually felt like she was part of a trio. A special kind of trio; the kind where all three individuals were equals. So many times, these groups were formed with one person who was greater or lesser than the others. Someone gets left behind, and someone speeds ahead.
And sure, Yugi would go on to do great things and save the world. Joey would never be too far behind him. But now, right at that moment, there was a looming nostalgia.
But the moment was broken by a little bug. The voice of that bug cut through the air. "Ah, we meet again."
Amy's brow wrinkled in disgust. "Agh, Weevil." Seeing him walk over pulled Amy right out of that warm nostalgia and back into the real world.
The green haired youth walked past Amy without acknowledging her presence in the least bit. Similarly, he walked past Joey as he didn't exist either. No, Weevils sol focus on Yugi Muto.
"I thought you had gone back to your room." Yugi mentioned politely, attempting to make conversation.
Underwood settled at the railing, looking out at the ocean. "I was thinking about the tournament and decided I need some fresh air."
"Funny. I didn't think cockroaches needed fresh air to survive." Amy hissed in a low grade tone.
Soft sea wind blew past the group, riddled with a salty scent and an ominous warning. As if to confirm that warning, Weevil Underwood spoke again. "Ahh, the evening wind sure feels nice." And for a moment he let it blow through his horridly ugly green trench.
Personal fashion opinions aside, all was silent until Weevil was done taking in the breeze. He turned around, the sea to his back, and said, "So, did you trade for any good cards Yugi?"
Yugi shook his head and placed his hand on the ancient container. "No. I'm going to duel with the cards I brought along with me."
"I figured as much. You used the 'Exodia' card in your duel with Kiba, right? Those are the strongest cards of them all!"
If Weevil had brown eyes, I would say he was up to his eyes in [4filter]. However, due to an unfortunate difference in character design, it is not an expression I can accurately use. At the very least the irony wouldn't be the same.
And Yugi was taking the conversation in. "And really rare!" Amy saw his naïve, polite face, and breathed out a frustrated breath. It was all too clear to her now, how Yugi managed to fall for such a sleazeball trick. He was so kind-hearted, caring, his first instinct would never be that this stranger would want to hurt him. And at that moment she wished bitterly that he wasn't any of those things. It would have made everything so much easier. How easily she forgets, that same trusting persona was the reason she was standing next to him on the deck today.
That same caring personality was the thing that let her in through the doors of Kame Game that night.
"Could...I..." Weevil started, his voice huffing in between words, "possibly...see those legendary cards."
"I don't see why not." Yugi answered with a smile.
