A/N: Here's a birthday gift for Citylover96, who wanted me to write up a chapter for his birthday.

Fun Fact: Yuri is like Ruri's gay best friend. Except he isn't gay, and he isn't her friend. He is just the best.

Description: The boys have to write a short story for class, and Yugo shares his ideas.

Three boys sat together in the mindscape. Their collective wills had made the area look much like the Sakaki kitchen home, and they were sitting at the kitchen table. Imagined versions of Yusho, Yoko and the pets moved in the background; partially out of focus, as no one was concentrating on ringing them to life.

Yuya and Yuri sat across from each other. They were discussing possible routines for future duels. Yuri was pleading his case for more pyrotechnics and rings of fire, while Yuya argued about the safety issues. But Yuri was determined to see his visions come to life, regardless of the dangers. And honestly, his case was a strong one.

Yugo, meanwhile, pat the cat on his lap. His mind's version of Core, who was much more thin and compact than he was in the real world. The cat purred softly, and its its nails dug into Yugo's leg.

Sometimes, the mind is not kind.

Enter Yuto. He crossed the threshold and entered the kitchen, wearing his Maiami Second uniform. His brothers all stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to him.

"Hey, Yuto," Yuri said cooly.

"How was school?" Yuya asked. "Was the test hard?"

"Of course not!" Yugo huffed. "No one's better at math than Yuto."

Yuto egao'd. "I'm not that amazing at math, honestly..."

But then, he gave his brothers a confident nod. "But yes, I feel like I aced it."

Yuya and Yugo threw their fists into the air, while Yuri clapped politely. All three boys erupted into cheers, hollers and hoots for their brother.

Yuto blushed at the attention. It was a little embarrassing, but it was honestly nice. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, and waved his other hand to his brothers. Soon, their cheers petered out, and their attention fell back on him.

"We have another issue, though," Yuto told them. "Miss Satonaka wants us to write one a creative short story for tomorrow."

"Well, you better get started, then," Yuri responded.

Yuto shook his head. "I studied for two days to take that math test. When to comes to math and science, I'm always doing the work. I'm taking a break now."

"Boo, you whore," Yuri sighed. "But that's fair enough."

"Yeah, you deserve a break, Yuto," Yuya agreed. "I can write the story for you."

"Thanks, Yuya," Yuto said, sighing with relief. "It's not for marks; it's just to see what we have-"

Yugo slammed his fist on the table. Though their parents, Core, and the other pets didn't even react, the three brothers all looked to him.

"Hey, hey!" Yugo declared. "Look, I'm not the best writer."

"You're the best artist," Yuya told him.

"Aww, thanks!" he said. "B-but yeah! Wait, yeah! I want to write, too. I had a great idea for a story."

"I'd like to write, too!" Yuri interjected. He egao'd right at Yugo.

"No, you don't!" Yugo barked. "You just want to stop me from writing!"

"I'm offended!" Yuri huffed. "I have genuinely good ideas. My creative spirit is dying to get out and show itself to the world."

"Smut isn't a good idea."

"It's better than losing a duel and getting absorbed, innit?"

"Yugo! Yuri!" Yuya shouted. "Enough!"

The two looked to Yuya this time. Yugo's hands drifted below the table, and he went back to petting the fake Core.

"I have an idea," Yuya continued. "Why don't we all get an hour to write up something? Then we see which one we like best, and that person will get to write the full story."

"Great idea," Yuto added. "I'll be glad to critique everyone's work."

Yugo shrugged. "That's fair, I guess."

"We should honestly just give me the job," Yuri said. "We all know I'm going to write the best story. I don't feel the need to humiliate my lovely baby brother in a competition, on top of it."

"We're the same age, fruitcake."

"But you'll always be my lovely baby brother, Fusion Conscription."

"And you'll always be my favorite punching bag."

"I doubt that," Yuri said. "Because-"

Yugo stood up and leaped up. After flying over the table, he jumped onto Yuri and tackled Yuri to the ground.

"You were saying?" Yugo asked him.

Yugo was the first one to take control and start writing. He had asked for complete privacy, leaving his brothers to stay within the mindscape and distract themselves for an hour.

This time, Yuto, Yuri and Yuya were rifling through a pile of cards on the table. The three of them were going through all their cards, discussing strategies to best bring out their decks' best qualities.

Yuri tapped his Ophrys Scorpio. "I'm saying, three Scorpio, one Cobra."

"But if we draw our lone Darlingtonia Cobra, then the whole plan's ruined," Yuya replied. "That means any Scorpios we draw will be dead on arrival."

Yuto crossed his arms and said, "But it also reduces the odds of us drawing any Darlingtonia."

"Exactly!" Yuri said. "Focus on the engine starter, not what it leads to. Plus, it means you'll have less of these cards in your deck, freeing up space for other cards."

"Well, that's a good point..." Yuya mused. "We do have a cramped deck as it is... But still, another Cobra couldn't hurt too much, could it? To ensure the strategy can get off?"

"What if we draw both Cobras?" Yuto asked him. "Then the strategy is ruined, and we have a bad hand."

"What if we draw more than one Scorpio? Same thing."

Before Yuya could continue, he was interrupted by the sound of the fridge door swinging open. They all looked to the fridge and saw Yugo step out, carrying a piece of paper in his right hand.

"Guess what I got!" he cried.

He ran over to the table, then took a seat beside Yuto, across from Yuya and Yuri. He slammed the paper to the table, then pointed to the bolded title at the top: Manifest Destiny.

"It took a while, but I got it down!" Yugo said proudly. "You guys want to hear it?"

"Eh," Yuri commented, shrugging.

"Go ahead, Yugo," Yuya said warmly.

Yuto extended a hand out, touching the edge of the paper.

"You read it out loud, I'll read the paper," Yuto said. "I'll check for spelling errors."

Yugo pulled the paper out from under Yuto's hand. He held it up to his face, cleared his throat, and began to read.

"This is the story of Takuto Go-Nobunaga," he told them.

Takuto Go-Nobunaga was the coolest biker alive. He fought hard, he played hard. And when he fought and played hard, he was a fighter and he was strong. He smoked a lot of cigarettes and cigars, but he didn't do drugs or anything because he doesn't need them.

Like really strong. One time, he didn't bother to duel a guy. He just set his own hand on fie, then punched the guy, and then his punch set the guy on fire!

He was o cool. But you know what mde him cooler? His women.

He was covered in women all the time. He had three beautiful girlfriends: Rineba, the Amazoness warrior from the Amazon. Yuasb, the sexy model from the wastelands. And Titania, the rebel princess from the future. They could all fight and were super strong, but Takuto was so strong all the time, so he did all the fighting. He needed to quench his blood thirst through battle.

One day, Takuto was riding his motorcycle down the inner-city highway by Neo-Seoul. But when he looked up to the sky, he saw that a giant UFO was landing in the distance. So he quickly rode his bike down, and arrived at the forest where the UFO fell.

"So he just heads to the forest?" Yuto asked. "There's no transition here, aside from a sentence. You should add some detail."

Yugo puffed up his cheeks. "It's a rough draft, not the finished story. I didn't put the unimportant stuff in."

"So the girlfriends are going to be important?" Yuya asked. "Because they're just mentioned, and they haven't even appeared yet."

"Yes, maybe save their descriptions for when it's relevant," Yuto said.

"Whatever," Yugo said. "Now, let's get back to the story."

Takuto grabbed his sword as he approached the scene. It was a downed meteor. It opened up to reveal the smoke that poured out. And a floating card floated up to the scene.

"Redundancies," Yuto said. "Those will need to be fixed."

"Your mouthwill need to be fixed, if you keep interrupting," Yugo growled. "Stop interrupting."

The card said, "Ah, so you are the Ideal Human?"

Takuto held up his sword and said, "What are you talking about? I'm only half-human. Can't you tell by my ears?"

"What about his ears?" Yuya asked.

"He has pointed ears," Yugo explained. "It's because he's half-demon. I makes it very hard for him to fit in, which is why he's a rebel."

"You never mentioned any of this before," Yuto said.

"It's a rough draft."

"You didn't even establish that demons existed in the world yet. But you did mention his girlfriends, and him setting a guy on fire by punching him."

Yugo puffed up his cheeks again. "Okay, point made. Moving on."

The card said, "You were foretold in a prophecy to destroy the world. You are the Ideal Human, the man of Ideal."

Takuto raised an eyebrow and said, "What prophecy? What is Ideal? I can't be an ideal human because I'm not even fully human. I'm an outsider to this world, like you."

The card said, "That is why you will destroy it one day. And I'm here to stop you."

The card transformed into a man and said, "Shall we dance?"

And Takuto held up his sword, which was now on fire, and ended, "No, we shall duel."

This was when Takuto's sword started to glow. And the dark fires started to grow, forming a dragon out of fire and flames. The dragon rose up to the sky, then breathed bullets of fire down through the forest, at the bad man.

"This is Choten no Ryu," Takuto informed him. "Though my demon blood makes me an unwanted outsider, reviled by humans and demons alike, it also grants me the summoning magic needed to make my heart's desire a reality. But I can't use it all the time, because it takes away from my life span, and threatens to unleash my evil, full-demon side."

"I think I get it," Yuya said. "So, the alien wants to stop him from being taken over by his evil side, because it could destroy the world."

"No, no, no," Yugo said, shaking his head. "The evil side isn't related to that at all."

"So what's the point of the evil side?" Yuto asked.

"It's cool, and it makes him tragic, because he can't control it."

"See seems to be controlling it just fine," Yuri said.

"That's because he killed enough people to calm it down."

"He sounds like a jerk," Yuto said. "No wonder the alien wants him dead."

"Shut up, he's not a jerk! He's really cool and tragic!"

The dragon said-

"The dragon can talk?" Yuya asked.

"Course not!" Yugo barked. "He's saying it telepathically."

The dragon said, "But I won't let your inner darkness take over. As long as you kill, my blood thirst will be satisfied, and he will remain sealed."

Takuto closed his eyes and said, "I believe in you... my friend. Let us activate Formation A..."

Takuto held up his sword and called upon the darkness in his heart. He used it to bathe his fiery passion, which was the dragon. Now, he was playing seriously. Now, he was going to use the power of darkness to defeat the light, and restore balance to the world anew.

"Did you like it?" Yugo asked them. "I didn't get to write the next part, but Takuto battles the alien. He cuts up all the trees in the forest, then he makes a tornado with his blade, and uses the tornado to throw flaming logs at the alien, killing him."

Yugo put his papers down on the table. His face beaming with a bright egao, and his eyes wide with excitement, he looked towards his brothers and waited for their responses.

The three brothers just looked at him with varying looks of confusion, distress, or pain. Yuya was visibly cringing, though he tried to cover up his displeasure with the best egao he could muster. Yuto just kept his eyes closed, and his arms crossed. Yuri was wide-eyed and amazed.

"That was..." Yuya said.

"It was definitely a story," Yuri concluded.

"Yeah."

"It was certainly an experience," Yuri said. "And you read it to us, for sure."

"You're very good at writing plot twists, because I never saw that ending coming. But the thing is-"

"It was terrible, quite frankly," Yuto declared. "Nothing is explained, your character is cliche and has no personality traits; everything about him is either violence, or us being told he's an outsider. And we don't even see him being treated poorly by others, or really understand how it has any meaningful effect on him. To say nothing about no one else being around to see or deal with a downed UFO. Because why? This reads like a horrible battle shonen. "

Yugo's egao fell from his face, and the twinkling in his eyes started to dim. You could tell how each and every word took something out of him.

"I..." he muttered. "Yuya, what did you think? You agree with him?"

"No, not at all!" Yuya said quickly. "I mean... Well, I mean yes. But also, no."

Yugo lowered his head. "What is it? Yes or no?"

"Yuto's criticisms are good," Yuya told him. "But I still think you have a lot of potential. You're very creative, and Takuto sounds super cool."

Yugo egao'd. "Really?"

Yuya nodded. "Yep! You just need an editor to reign in your ideas a bit, help you where you're not doing well, and try to keep on the right track."

"Exactly," Yuto said. "I think you can improve. But your work has some glaring problems, and they need to be addressed before I'd even consider showing it to our teacher."

"Although Yuto could have been nicer with his critiques."

Yugo turned his head away from the scene. "... Yeah, sorry about that, Yugo."

Yuri slammed his hand on the table.

"Well I, for one, loved it!" Yuri announced. "Fusion, don't listen to them. Never change your work, because it's perfect the way it is."

"Really?" Yugo asked.

"Don't listen to him, Yugo," Yuto advised. "He just wants to laugh at your work."

"Listen to me, Fusion," Yuri told him. "I loved it."

"Don't listen to him."

"Listen."

"Don't-"

"So, who's next?" Yuya asked out loud. "Yuri, do you want to go and write?"

Yuri nodded. He rose up from his seat, then looked down upon the others.

"It's going to be hard to top Fusion's story," he told them. "It was so cool! But I'll have to try my best."

"Reminder that this is for school," Yuto told him. "You can't write something like, uh, Yuriva Braun and Adolf Hitlerena."

Yuri scowled. "That... that's actually a better title than the one I was going to use..."

"Okay!" Yuya exclaimed. "I'll write the next story, then. Yuri, use this extra time to come up with a story that doesn't involve people we know."

"... Fine," Yuri said. "Of course, I never expected the masses to understand true art; their minds and hearts are too narrow to see something's value just because it's 'offensive' to them."

Air quotes on 'offensive.'

"Mark my words, these philistines will regret passing up my revisionist eye on historical events when I get a movie deal."

"Normies don't appreciate complex art like ours," Yugo added. "They're not domesticated-"

"Sophisticated," Yuto corrected.

"Sophisticated enough to appreciate anything more complex than a skunk ape."

"Thank you!" Yuri said. "I knew you'd understand."

"Yuri's just buttering you up so you side with him," Yuto told Yugo.

Yugo slammed a fist onto the table. "He's still right, though! Right, Yuya?"

Yuya wasn't in his seat.

"... Huh?"

"Yuya left while we were arguing," Yuri told him.

"Totally didn't even notice," Yugo admitted.