A/N: I was actually going to leave the short story stuff with Yugo. But since you guys wanted more, here you go.

Fun Fact: When it comes to drawing, riding and dueling, Yugo has razor-sharp focus. But when it comes to writing, he has trouble reigning in his imagination. He sees writing as something that doesn't require guidelines, like other things do. Thus, he has no restraint.

Description: Yuya's story sheds some light on his issues.

The one-eyed woman, clad only in a gi and aged, weathered high heels. With weaponry lining the inside of her clothes, and her loyal katana by her side. She had given up life as a duelist, a ninja, and a samurai in her quest for vengeance.

It had been thirty years since her father's death. Orochimaru had taken everything from her: her father, her home, her friends...

After Orochimaru's appearance, it wasn't long until Maiami City had fallen to him. He had eradicated anyone who stood in his way. He killed them and took their decks, so he could learn all the Extra Deck Summoning Jutsu.

He was a monster. He killed people and took what was theirs, all to further his own ends. He didn't care how many people he hurt, and how many lives he ruined.

In a way, Yuzu was like that. She was called the Fallen Angel for a reason.

And as she walked through the ruins of Heartland City, she made her way towards her next target: Shun Kurosaki.

Shun had his back to her, and his arms crossed before him. He was looking up at the blood-red sky above them, watching as small, sad birds fluttered by.

"I've been searching for you," Yuzu told him.

"So you've found me," Shun responded. "I suppose you're here to kill me, too?"

"Only if you don't teach me your Senjutsu."

"So you're here to kill me, then."

"I don't want to kill you, you know," she growled. "Ruri is begging me, deep down, not to harm you."

"Listen to her," he responded. "And then give your body up to her. Just because you lost your family, doesn't mean me and Ruri have to."

Yuzu cringed at that remark. Her hand instinctively went to the handle of her blade. But she quickly realized that she didn't want to give into her anger so quickly.

Shun turned to look at her. "You've murdered so many people; Sora, Dennis, Sawatari, the entire Ayukawa clan. All for your power trip!"

"It's the only way to beat Orochimaru!" she bellowed. "If I want to challenge him, I need to be just as powerful as him."

Shun smirked. "To be just as evil as him, you mean."

Yuzu didn't answer that.

"Face it!" Shun barked. "You're too steeped in sin. Why would I ever teach you about Borb Mode?!"

"To save the world!" Yuzu barked back. "To keep from having more innocents die at the hands of that demon!"

"So they can die at the hands of another tyrant. And I'm going to stop that before it happens."

From the ruins, cracks, and debris, men started to swarm. Shun's Shadow Clone army started to surround the field, forming a wall of angry birdmen.

Yuzu smiled. "I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Just promise to use all of your power."

All of the Shuns made their hand signs. "Fire Release: Brave Claw Revolution!"

They were in the mindscape. Surrounded by darkness, while they were illuminated only by a spotlight.

Starving Venom's teeth dug into the meat in its mouth, while its claws pulled at whatever didn't fit in its jaw. It was tearing apart is meal, like a vicious, wild animal eating its prey.

Yuri stood before his dragon, egaoing deviously. With his hands folded behind his back, he silently watched his monster eat the meal he had imagined for it.

Two boys stepped out of the darkness, and into the spotlight. Yuto and Yugo appeared behind Yugo.

"What're you up to?" Yugo asked his brother.

"Feeding Starving Venom," Yuri explained.

"What's he eating?" Yuto asked.

The dragon lifted its head up. It let out a soft growl, and it opened its mouth slightly. The chewed, chunky remains of its meal fell out of its mouth, plopping onto the floor.

There was a shoe in the food, along with shreds of fabric, in various colors.

"Starving Venom tolerates the bracelet girls," Yuri went on. "But he gets jealous very easily."

Yuri waved his hand. The image of Rin appeared before him.

Yuri continued, "But only because I let him vent out his frustrations in the mindscape."

Starving Venom opened its mouth wide. It hovered over the unmoving image of Rin. Its saliva dripped down, soaking the top of her head.

But before it could sink its teeth into her, the Rin disappeared.

Yugo lowered his hand. "Yeah, don't ever touch Rin again, thanks."

"Yuri, this is disgusting!" Yuto growled.

"Boo, you guys're no fun," Yuri groaned. "It's not even the real Rin; why do you care?"

Yuri turned to face his brothers. "And come to think of it, why are you even here?"

"Yuya's done with his story," Yugo told him. "Let's go and hear it."

"Fine," Yuri said. "Let's go see what Brother Tomato has to offer."

Yuri turned back to his dragon. But as moved, and to his horror, he was immediately met with the wet, dripping tongue of Starving Venom.

His dragon was giving him a lick.

Yuri stood there, soaked. He looked at his dragon in disbelief. Starving Venom egao'd and tapped the top of Yuri's head with a finger.

"I..." Yuri mumbled. "I..."

Yuri remembered why he wasn't so fond of physical affection.

The four brothers gathered in the mindscape. Their collective minds had turned their area into the Sakaki home's kitchen. And Yuto, Yugo and Yuri were sitting at the dinner table, watching Yuya.

Yuya was standing in front of them, holding a paper in his hands. He looked to his brothers, and they gave him an encouraging nod.

"I hope you guys like it," he said to them. "But don't be afraid to tell me where I go wrong, okay?"

"Of course!" Yuri said. "I live to please, so I'll be sure to be as scathing as I need to be."

"I'm sure you meant that to be mean and vaguely threatening, but I appreciate it regardless."

"I'm ready to listen," Yuto said, nodding.

"Do your best, bro!" Yugo cheered.

Yuya held the paper up to his face, hiding his growing egao. It was nice seeing him and his siblings get along so well, honestly. The love he felt would help him tell the story he had in mind.

Would you believe that one boy could become a champion duelist? That one boy could stop an orphanage from closing? That one boy could save the world?

You could, if that boy was Yusho Sakuragi.

"You named him after Father?" Yuri questioned.

"The character is a hero," Yuya informed him. "So I thought that it would be fitting to name him after a real hero."

Yuri had to bite his tongue there. He had a few choice words, but he knew better than to spout them off to Yuya.

Yusho, though young, was the prodigy duelist of the Sakazaki orphanage. An orphanage known for taking in children from all around the world, from all ethnicities. And Yusho made it his duty to unite everyone under the banner of peace.

"Why did you specify the diversity?" Yuto asked. "It feels tacked on."

"I suppose," Yuya said cautiously. "But I want my story to make everyone feel like they're included, and that no one's left out."

"That's nice," Yugo said. "You fell for the diversity meme."

"The what?"

"Does your story have Muslims?" Yuri asked.

"What are Muslims?" Yugo questioned. "I don't think we have them in the Synchro Dimension?"

"There can be Muslims, sure!" Yuya responded. "I don't see why not."

"What about Xyz users?" Yuto asked.

"Of course!"

"Girls with big boobs?" Yugo asked.

Yuya frowned. "That's a bit sexist, don't you think? I'm not going to just throw in fanservice."

"Do you think that women can't have big boobs in real life?" Yuri asked. "Sounds like body-shaming to me."

Yuya sighed. "Good... Good point. I'll include those."

Yuri and Yugo rose from their seats. They threw up their hands and gave each other high fives.

"They're taking advantage of you, Yuya," Yuto sighed. "... But, I mean... If you can..."

Yuto paused. He turned away slightly, hiding his blushing face.

"You could also include big, round-"

"Slaves," Yuri said.

"Furries," Yugo added.

"Furry slaves."

"Enslaved furries. Or naughty nurses!"

"Biracial naughty nurses."

"Amputees."

"Naughty amputees."

"Why do you guys always have to make everything weird?" Yuya said defensively. "This is a story that's meant to be inclusive, not a... this."

Yuto put a hand to his chin. "I mean, the nurse idea... This story might actually work out, if we find some moderation."

Yuya slammed his hands together. The clap quickly silenced his brothers, drawing their attention back to him.

"I'll include everyone and everything!" Yuya told them. "Whatever! But let's go over the main plot first."

Yusho may have been a skilled duelist, but there was much more to him. There was a lot of sadness hidden behind his boasts of pride, and in his laughter. Because deep down, he dueled for the honor of his long-lost father.

He would remember the words of his father, from their last conversation: "I'll always be here for you, son."

"Thanks, dad!" Yusho had said to him. "But I know you'd never leave me."

But now, as Yusho reclined in his chair and looked through family photos, he know that he had been wrong. His father had abandoned him at this orphanage.

But still, as he looked over his fellow orphans, Yusho was content. His father didn't guide him, but Yusho was sure to be the guide that these kids needed.

He rose from his seat and walked towards the nearest orphanage, a Hispanic boy named Core. His dichromatic eyes made him an oddball amongst the other children, but Yusho loved that unique part of him.

"Come on," Yusho said to him. "How about we have a duel, for fun?"

Core's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah!" Yusho responded. "Wouldn't it be fun?"

It wouldn't, because in a few minutes, their lives would change forever. Our hero would engage in a duel that would kickstart the greatest adventure in his life, as well as his greatest tragedy.

"Let's go, Core," Yusho said. "I'll help you learn."

Yusho extended a hand out to the boy. Core took the hand with his own, and let himself be pulled into a hug.

"I'll always be there for you, my boy," Yusho whispered.

"But I already know," Core told him. "You would never leave me."

Yusho nodded. "I know you need me more than anyone."

Core looked up to the older boy. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes. "You'd never leave me, Yusho?"

Yusho nodded. "I'd only leave if it's to be a hero."

"But you're already my hero, Yusho!"

"Tell that to the headmistress!" Yusho cried out. "Miss Yuno still thinks that I should leave!"

Core pouted and said, "If you go, I'll go. We stick together, Yusho!"

Yusho couldn't help but laugh at that. An awkward, pained laugh. He put his hands on his son's shoulders and nodded.

"When I leave this place, you can't follow," Yusho said. "Because you'll be adopted, and I'll just be a traveler, riding the rails. You don't want to end up like me. You have a future."

A rueful frown grew on Core's face. "You want what's best for me, but-"

"No buts, Yuya," Yusho said. "Come on, let's have that duel."

"... That's the-...the opening," Yuya concluded. "I didn't write the whole thing out, since I was pressed for time."

Yuya put down the paper. The bright-eyed boy looked to his brothers and egao'd expectantly, waiting for their responses.

But his brothers were less ecstatic than Yuya. They looked to each other in uncomfortable confusion. One could practically hear every drop of sweat fall down their faces, or hear the sound of them gulping.

"Did you guys like it?" he asked them. "It's... I know I'm not the best writer, but I'm always willing to learn and improve."

An un

Yugo bit his lip. "That was..."

"It was- it was a good story," Yuri said.

Yuto crossed his arms. He gave Yuya a sheepish egao, but then slowly turned his eyes away from him.

"That was..."

"Very, very personal," Yuri said quietly. "You could really feel what the lead was feeling on an emotional level."

"It might be a bit too personal for class," Yuto said. "The school already has a lot of major concerns for us."

"Oh..." Yuya said, dejected. "I understand."

"But it was a good story!" Yugo said quickly.

"Yeah, of course!" Yuto added. "Of course."

"It was better than Yugo's story," Yuri said.

"Better than anything Yuri's ever written," Yugo said.

With that, Yuri immediately rose from his chair. And with a wave of his hands, a large stack of papers appeared on the table before him.

"You sure, Fusion?" Yuri said confidently. "Let's see what my story collection has to offer."

"Nothing with explicit sex scenes," Yuto told him.

Yuri pulled up the top paper from his stack. He crumpled the paper up, then threw it to the side.

"Fine," Yuri grumbled. "But I reserve the right to have implicit scenes."

"And our mom can't be in it," Yuya added.

Yuri flipped through the papers. After searching through several pages, he grabbed a piece of paper, crumpled it up, and threw it over his shoulder.

"I don't want to hear anything with skunk apes, either" Yuto sighed. "For real, I feel like I've read nothing but skunk ape facts, for some reason."

Another two pages were removed from the top of the pile.

"No muscle-girl echidnas with four penises," Yugo said.

Yuya and Yuto looked to Yugo, and then to Yuri, and then back to Yugo. Back to Yuri, and back to Yugo. No one made any sudden movements.

"Uh, Yugo," Yuya said. "I really doubt there's something like-"

Yuri grabbed the top paper from his pile, then cast it over his shoulder. And for a long, uncomfortable moment, silence filled the mindscape.

Yuya bit his lip. His eyes drifted between each of his brothers. He didn't want keep the awkward silence, but he didn't want to say anything. He couldn't think of anything to say.

But finally, Yuri spoke.

"True art needs to push boundaries!" Yuri scoffed. "You think that playing it safe and sticking to simple, bland, and non-controversial stuff will make for a good story? ... Perhaps. But it wouldn't make for a great one."

"You're very passionate," Yuya offered with an egao. "That's good!"

"But not great," Yuri said. "Because I have to stifle my creativity to fit the norms of a world that's not of my choosing. Because they can't look beyond what they view as vulgar, and see the actual meaning behind it!"

Yuri furiously threw his hand forward. He bashed the stack of paper, and the pages were pushed off the table. Paper poured off the side of the table, and onto the floor.

"I have the perfect story for you all!" Yuri hissed.