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that aside, i need to point out a spun off story of my friends about this. andrew coad is doing his side of this story and he puts a bit of laughing in it so check it out!
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Chapter 7
We Finely Meet! Old Friends Discovered!
I wake up to find myself in a hospital, with a doctor over me. I couldn't remember what happened, the last thing I could remember was..."The Duel!" I yell these words and sit up quickly in my bed, and as soon as I do I feel weak and dizzy. The doctor, quite annoyed, pushes me back into my bed.
"I don't know what happened in that card game boy, but you where severely exhausted towards the end. Have you been getting enough sleep?" The doctor asks me, and he is speaking perfect English.
"Yes I have been getting enough sleep! I always put my heath first. Wait, where is my cards and duel disk! Tell me where they are now!" I tell him, clearly not pleased that my disk and deck have been taken from me.
"The disk is in your closet and your deck of cards is in your desk drawer. Your clothes are also in the closet." The Doctor tells me, clearly annoyed. "And those cards are not important. In my opinion you need to forget about them and get into real life, got it?"
I look at him, and start yelling. "Who are you to say that I need to stop doing a hobby that is perfectly harmless and who gave you fucking permission to try and tell me right from wrong in anything but health issues! Also if you can't tell, this is now a part of real life and a lot of money is invested into this card game! Now, I want released from here now so I can get back to the tournament I was in, if I wasn't disqualified for being in this hell hole!" I finish venting all the anger I pent up.
"I am sorry, but I have told them you would not be continuing with this tournament becau.." the doctor tries to tell me, just to get another out burst from me.
"You told them what! You ass hole!! You turn your ass around and call them and tell them you where in the wrong place and that I am coming back to the hotel to meet up with a moderator right now!" I yell at the top of my lungs, infuriated.
Just then, the door opens and Andrew and the guy who sent me the video walks in.
"I told you he'd be mad as hell when the doctor told him that." Andrew tells him.
"I see what you mean, Mr. McCallister I am glad you made such a speedy recovery and are able to continue in my tournament. I have put the whole thing on hold for you, so you would have an equal chance to participate." The Man tells me, to get a look from the doctor.
"What! No! He needs to stay in bed and not risk his health for som.. hey! Get back in that bed boy! I haven't discharged you yet!
"I don't care. My mother's voice was the last straw, not yours. As long as you do not have her word that I am to stay in bed, I am not tied here. I will be leaving as soon as I change." I tell him, as I take off that paper hospital gown.
A few minutes later, and several shouting matches, I was in a limo with Andrew and the director to the hotel
"Mr. Director, sir thank you so much for putting the tournament on hold while I was in the hospital. Also, thanks for paying for it, I could have with what winnings I have earned so far. I hope I am not a pain!" I tell him, very sorry that I did pass out.
"It was no problem, after watching the duel record of your last duel I wanted to see what else you could do. Also that doctor has been a critic about Yu-Gi-Oh! since it came out. He thinks it is an abomination against religion. He almost threw your cards away, but he couldn't because of your friend here. He threatened to put the "Fear of God himself" in him." The director told me, a little amused.
"Your darn right that I'd put the fear of God in him! I put your cards into the box and keep your key, here it is by the way, so he couldn't do a thing about it." Andrew tells me, as he hands me my box key. "I am just glad he got you mad like that, I've never heard you so mad before. And never have I heard such "Colorful" threats from you before. I guess agriculture classes taught you how to cut off a man's ba..."
"Okay Andrew, I don't need reminding about what I said, or what I almost did." I interrupt before he says that last word, in case it offends the director. "So, what did happen after I summoned Winged Kuriboh Lv 10? I can't remember anything after that."
"Are you serious? Well, for one, I used my last card to make his monster's attack just enough to kill him and you used Winged Kuriboh's effect. Then you just passed out. We both got the win though, so we are one of the 50000 duelists that made it. There was room for 150000 but all that duelist knock off took it down a third of what it would have been, so there is no need for the second country trip. We are going straight into the actual nitty griddy of the tournament now."
Just then, we pull up to the hotel. The director bids us far well until the next day, the day when the tournament would resume.
I walk into the hotel to find a few people look at me, a little scared. One girl actually screamed and ran from me at the elevator, bolting up the stairs instead. I ask Andrew if he could come to my room, and he says he would. On the way too my room, a lot of people made it a point to avoid me. We get into my suit, Papaw had went home the third day due to problems back in America, and sit down in the living room.
"Okay, what is with everyone today. Why are they acting so scared of me?" I ask Andrew, a little worried.
"Well, remember those guys you used Winged Kuriboh on?" I nod, "Well, they both say they where actually thrown back by the force of Transcended Light. As their proof, they pointed out the side walk was damaged where their monsters where and they had small cuts in their clothing and on them. People are thinking that you are cursed." Andrew tells me.
"What! How in heaven's name did this come up! I am not cursed. Hey Andrew, Duel me okay? I want to prove that this isn't true!"
"Um, sure I don't mind."
We stand up and go to opposite sides of the room, raise our disks and start.
"Duel!"
"Andrew, you take the first move!"
Andrew: "Okay, sure thing! Draw! I Summon D.D. Survivor in attack mode(1800) and end my turn with two face down cards.
Justin: "Sure, Draw!"
?: "Kuriiiiii!"
Justin: "What the? Winged Kuriboh? Is that you talking to me?"
Winged Kuriboh: "Kuri Kuri!"
Andrew: "Um, Justin, why are you talking to your card, which is apparently Winged Kuriboh?
?: "Rurrrrr!"
Justin: "Kuriboh? Your talking too? Andrew, lets just quit this duel, I think my cards have spirits..."
Andrew lowers his disk, and looks at me like I am a little mad. "Okay, so you can see your fur balls? That explains everything!"
After I lower my disk, I notice that the Kuribohs where right in front of me, in transparent spirit form. "Andrew, they are in front of me! No way! I knew I had a bond with my cards! Wow!"
"Dude, it isn't a good idea to tell every one this because they'll just send you home and to a psychotic ward." Andrew points out, which would be true.
"Oh well, at least I have my friends in my deck, ready to help me! And also I am here to help them, when ever it is in my power to do so!"
I already have the next chapter done as well but i won't update untill i get 5 new reviews from different people! haha, i shall be evil!!
