I only own the boys, got it?

Hey everyone, how's October? Getting ready for Halloween, I suppose? Well, here's a treat for you: I'm in the midst of making a Halloween One-Shot, with a crossover of YGO and one of the supposedly creepiest animes in my country. It's called 'Girl from Hell'. If you wanna know, look it up. I'm not giving away anything…until midnight of Hallow's eve. That's right! The first hour of twilight…

I'll be waiting…


It made me sick…

It disgusted me to the depths of my stomach to know that this was gonna happen in the future. What happened? What happened in the thirty years that have passed to see someone with my blood act like he does…?

Yuuhi…if you really are my son…what happened to you?


School wasn't so bad…

What am I saying? School is as boring as I knew it to be.

After all, I had to go through the same damn year twice!

You're still wincing? Oh, get over it!

I wandered around the outskirts of the campus, looking for my spot. The place that people know belongs to me. Anyone trespassing pays full price. And my prices are a little hefty on the wallet. Not because I force them to pay money…it's just that hospitals can be soexpensive.

I found it: A nice shady tree behind the gymnasium. Cool, breezy, and not that well known…at least, I thought it was, considering I saw a bully and sissy wimp there.

Goody, first exercise of the school year…


"P-p-please…don't h-h-hurt me…"

"Wazzat wimp? You want me ta loosen up that quivrin' lip'a yurs?"

"No please! H-h-have mercy…"

The first person was shoved into the Gymnasium wall as the second person sent a punch into the first's side. The bully let his victim drop, his deep blue hair falling over his grey eyes.

"What do you…want…from me?" He asked, looking up at the bully.

"Maybe your wallet and whatever you're keepin' in that box'a yurs…"

"The wallet you can take, but please don't take the box!"

"Wazzat?"

He bent over to pick him up again, but he heard someone.

"Excuse me, but I think you're in my spot."

"Who's dere?"

He looked around, and se saw someone leaning against the corner wall of the Gym. He couldn't quite make out his face.

"Get ova 'ere and talk to ma face, coward!" he yelled angrily.

"You don't know who you're talking to here…"

"No, dat's you! Da name's Kuro 'Killer' Kaminari!"

"Three K's huh? What does that stand for? Kisama Kinshou Koinu?" (You little puppy)

"Dat's it! Fight wid' me!"

The intruder stepped into the bully's line of sight, for once, the bully wasn't scared away.

At least…at first…

"Huh…You're wearin' ya jacket on da left sleeve…"

"Did guess it yet, Einstein? The name's Yuuhi."

"Yuuhi…ya mean Mutou Yuuhi?"

"Well, least we both know your I.Q. isn't a negative…"

The teen thug stumbled back, as his victim was busy trying to be noticed. "I gotta get outta here!"

Yuuhi moved forward and grabbed his shoulder. "You promised me a fight…" He said ominously. The bully cringed and whimpered when he heard knuckles cracking. "…and I need the exercise…"

Kuro's victim ran off out of sight as Yuuhi began pummeling the living daylights out of his attacker. Blow after blow, Kuro's yelps of pain rang through the scared teen's ears. Then, as suddenly as they started, they stopped. He turned back to see Kuro scrambling away, his face deeply bruised and banged up. He looked back and saw Yuuhi leaning against the tree trunk, wiping off his hands with the inside of his jacket.

As he got closer, he yelped out at the sight of blood in the jacket's lining.

"Stop being a wuss!" Yuuhi snapped. "The blood came from his nose."

He put on the jacket again and, without looking up, asked, "What do you want?"

"I…I wanted to thank you…"

"…and?"

"A-a-and…to g-g-give you something for you help…"

At this Yuuhi looked up. The boy he saved was slowly inching closer to him, carrying a small wooden box. He opened the lid and took out a deck of cards. At the sight of the cards, Yuuhi's brow immediately furrowed.

"This is a really old version of the cards that were used a long time ago for Dueling, now they use V-cards, but these also have value…I have a lot of them since my dad was a really avid player…I want you to have one."

"I don't need it." Yuuhi said curtly.

"Please?"

"I told you I don't need it! I've had enough of those damn things from my dad!"

"Oh yeah, now I remember, your dad is Yuugi! He's a legend! Can you one day let me meet with him?"

Yuuhi held his head in his hand. "Go away…" he mumbled.

"Hmm?"

Yuuhi snapped his head up at him, his deep purple eyes locked in a death glare. "I said: Get the damned hell out of here!"

He ran as fast as he could hugging his small box of relic cards as he did, but that didn't stop a single card from slipping free and landing a few feet away from Yuuhi.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Yuuhi glanced at the small card lying there in the sun, rolled his eyes, and picked it up. It was of a dragon, with deep crimson scales, two wide fins on either sides of its head, with a small green jewel lodged in his forehead and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

"A 'Tyrant Dragon', huh?" Yuuhi remarked. "Might fetch a good price for a collector…"


Yuugi was watching the entire scene.

He wasn't pleased.

Everyone else was just stunned. "Whoa…"

"He's rough…"

"He's even worse than…" Ryou stopped mid-sentence.

"Armon was like that as well…"

Everyone looked to Atemu. "He was?"

"Not initially…I don't know what happened…but he began to act that way when he was 14."

Yuugi couldn't help but ask. "How old was he when…"

"Eighteen."

Then, footsteps sounded from behind them.

"So that's where you were…"

"Shut up, koinu…"


"You're kidding me…"

"Honest truth…"

"He hates the game?"

"Positive…"

Seto didn't say anything, staring at the young man, his rival's son, in well-hidden disbelief.

"Impossible…"

"That's what we said…but it's true."

At that moment, Yuuhi stood up and moved away from 'his spot'. The onlookers all followed him in secret.


They watched through the trees of the campus as Yuuhi exited the main building, taking a large bit out of the sandwich he bought.

"Why do you guys think he hates Duel Monsters…?" Jonouchi asked.

"Who knows…?" Yuugi replied, downhearted. "And right now who cares…" He muttered to himself inaudibly.

Ryou inched closer to get a better view. "What I want to know is how he got so…so…"

Yuugi voiced out the final word. "Evil?"

"Not that…"

"Shh! Check it out!"

They watched as Yuuhi stopped in his tracks. Up ahead, in 'his spot', typing something in a laptop, sat Sanryo.

"Now this I wanna see…" Jonouchi whispered.


I was lucky to find a nice place. There weren't any cameras here, so I was free to do whatever I wanted…like play Warcraft 3: Frozen Throne on my laptop for instance. World of Warcraft and Defense of the Ancients were nice spin-offs, but I prefer the classic RTS game rather than the redundant hack-and-slash.

The three other clans were just about wiped out by my forces, when I heard someone walk up. I looked up and saw the student from the alleyway earlier.

"You're in my spot." he said curtly. I sensed irritation and vexation in his tone, and the way he looked at me was ominous.

I could've just silently walked away, but I was desperate for a blind spot for those cameras. "I'm sorry. I hadn't realized that this place was already favored by someone. But surely with the space this place has, can't we share?"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Spot." He growled. Each word was punctuated with utmost restraint.

I closed my laptop and slipped it into my bag. "I take it you're in second year, but had to repeat freshman year?" I asked simply. I touched a nerve. He snapped his eyes to me in a venomous glare. Could I help it if his actions and behavior were so blatantly obvious?

"Who told you?" He snapped. Deep plum eyes narrowed into slits. His breath became shallow, hastened.

"No one…I just assumed…"

"Shut up!"


Yuuhi, in his anger, balled his hand and launched a fist at Sanryo's face. The brunet, amazingly, caught it inches from his face. He lowered the fist, with a mix of surprise and fear on his features. "You don't have to go all physical, I am going to leave."

Yuuhi didn't hear it; he drew back and launched another punch, this time it was so fast it seemed like a blur.

What seemed like a faster blur was Sanryo ducking his punch, grabbing onto his arm, and twisting it around his body and locked it against his back. Yuuhi winced at the pain of having his right arm in an unnatural position.

"Damn it…" The pony-tailed teen spat.

After a moment, Sanryo let him go, letting Yuuhi fall to the ground. "I don't know what's your problem, but I'm not gonna ask you."

He silently collected his bag, blew a stray strand of hair from his eyes, and walked off.

Yuuhi stood up again, and rubbed his chin. "Damn freshman…" He snarled, spitting a wad into the dirt in front of him.

After a few steps, Sanryo looked back at Yuuhi. "What was his problem?" He pondered his answer for a minute, and let out a sigh. "Oh well, back to square one again…"

Under some bushes, someone had a very different reaction to the incident.

"Kaiba, you had better not say a single word."

"I wasn't…"

"And don't laugh maniacally either!"

"I wasn't about to... but thank you for giving me an idea."


Speaking of maniacal laughter…

"Yeah! That's it! Get over here so I can cut you all into little pieces!" A voice roared maniacally over the faint tapping of keyboard buttons.

In the Computer lab (which had no light on) a lone computer's monitor was shining in the darkness, the person in front of it was laughing, a chilling, haunting snigger rang through the room.

Kabuto fought down shivers as he tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Riku…you're starting to scare me…"

"Who effin' cares?" Riku replied, his eyes glued to the screen. "I've had two whole effin' months of Ragnarok Withdrawal, and nobody's gonna effin' stop me!"

Kabuto slapped himself in the face. "Aww man…you're obsessed…"

"And besides, this even has online Soul Caliber on it!"

At this, Kabuto's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say so?"

He quickly started up the computer next to Riku's and began to play, the same fervor in his eyes that Riku had.


Principal Kageyama watched from the faculty room window, smiling slightly.

"Look at them all down there…and then in another four years, I'll see a whole new crowd of faces…" He said to himself.

Then, a knock on his door aroused him from his thoughts. He turned around to see a couple of his faculty employees enter the room.

"So, what's the talk of the corridors?" Kageyama asked.

"It's still the same as last year, The World Cyber Games and the disappearance of 'The Titan'." One said, pushing up his gold-frame glasses.

"Ah, I see. By the way, you two wouldn't know what they are now would you?"

"I know about the WCG." The other replied matter-of-factly. "It's kind of like the Olympics of Video Games, only it's held every year, and it has four categories."

"And they are…?"

"PVP, MROG, RTS and DBR."

Kageyama stared at him. "What?"

"PVP means 'Player versus Player' which usually includes Fighter games like Soul Caliber, Tekken, Mortal Combat, etc."

"Ah, and the other three?"

The other one spoke this time.

"MROG stands for 'Multiplayer Role-play Online Games'. It usually has those games designed to allow players from all around the world to play in a sort of RPG universe. The most popular Online Game, Ragnarok, falls here."

"RTS, or 'Real Time Strategy' deals with games that require massive amounts of tactical evaluation. You have to raise a military army, and plan out an assault on your opponents. Warcraft, Battle Realms, Generals, Etc."

Kageyama moved around his desk, holding his chin in his mouth. "I'm beginning to understand this now…but what's DBR?"

The two teachers looked to each other and smiled. "DBR? That's the most watched part of the World Cyber Games: The 'Duel Battle Royale'."

"Duel Battle Royale?"

"A descendant of the old game of 'Duel Monsters', It pretty much has the same rules as the game, but in Battle Royale, the objective is to deactivate the opponents Disk."

"Sounds interesting."

"It is. You can have any amount of monsters on the field, as long as the disk can handle it. When your monster is attacked, it takes out a chunk of the Disk's power supply. To many monsters get smashed, the disk shuts down. The monsters can dodge attacks, but that leads to a risk of the player getting attacked directly, just one direct attack from any monster, means the disk shuts down."

The second teacher looked to Kageyama's desk. "What's that?"

"It's an invitation from the CGA."

"The Cyber Games Association?"

"One and only, they want the schools around the world to select four students to participate in this year's Cyber Games. Rather than embarrassing myself and telling them I had no idea what the WCG was, I told them I would participate if I found worthy representatives."

The two teachers again looked to each other and nodded. "I think we know the four."

They opened the student files on Kageyama's computer and pulled up four names.

"Oh my…I'll think about it…"

He looked to the two teachers. "Haga…Ryuzaki…you two never cease to amaze me…"


Happy Halloween people! Treats in it for you if you review!