Angelo Bass, based on the work of Kazuki Takahashi
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"Mokuba! Mokuba!" Yugi could not believe his two innocent eyes. Mokuba Kaiba was lying on the ground, unconscious and unable to save his brother from greed, and himself from certain despair. Honda was generous enough to let Yugi tag along on the back of his motorcycle to find Mokuba, but they did not expect to find him like this. "Wake up, Mokuba! Come on, please wake up", Yugi wailed as tears gushed from his soul. Two hooded goons appeared in the building. It seemed like they were on a lower floor earlier, but came up to see the boy crying in a frenzied fashion. "You don't belong here", the first declared. "You don't belong here, either", the second said, referring to Honda. "Alright! That's enough!" Honda snapped. He charged at the scumbag with all of his might, but the goon knocked him cold just as easily as he did Mokuba. "Honda, no!", Yugi hollered. Just like that, the dark spirit in Yugi's ancient artifact, the millennium puzzle, found a reason to show himself. To get some enjoyment. To start something new, glorious, and terrible. To obliterate Yugi's newfound enemies in a shadow game, both of them.
The Moto boy transformed and leaped to his feet. He noticed a magnifying glass on the floor, could this have a role in his game? His grin widened as he thought about it, but he did not have an urge to chuckle. Yami is cold and cunning. "Would you accept a true challenge?", Yami beckoned. He wasn't teasing, but he knew the men in hoods would not see it so objectively. "We would. If only we knew where it was, you weak brat!", Now they weren't just asking for it, but demanding it, sealing their envelope to the darkness. "Here.", Yami wasted no time. He threw ten knives to pin the goons to the apartment's full-sized window, as the men braced themselves. Their hoods were hung by daggers, five for each man. They were pinned on their stomachs, and each knife corresponded to the head, left arm, right arm, left leg, and right leg, respectively. Not only that, they were pinned on their knees, not realizing how dangerous that would turn out to be. "Now my game is inevitable. Yet, you're unfortunate enough to be playing it with--" Yami was interrupted by the first goon. "You? Ha. You are human, like everyone else. Sock it, kid!" Yami continued. "No. You're playing with Death" A horrifying silence filled the room, and the world outside turned black. "This is a Shadow Game, where one's true character is revealed. Your attributes are fairly obvious, which is why it also determines your fates" Yami began to explain the rules as the two men trembled like scared boys. "My magnifying glass will move light around your body, and it is your job to tell me when to stop. It will always land on a dagger's handle. When I promptly stop, the dagger will fall, bringing you closer to escaping, and your fate closer to a favorable outcome. This will repeat until every knife on each of you has fallen. Those are the rules. Tread carefully." The men returned to their old overconfident selves, and spewed insults, as well as they boasted about how they would kill Yami once he set them free with the
knives that bind them. Yami waited patiently until the men were willing to put their souls into the game, without Yami even saying a word. "Game Start!"
Yami's silence was broken.
The first man said stop immediately. The dagger above his left arm fell. The second man said stop very swiftly as well, and his right-armed knife descended. The game went on like this until they were both free to move about. What the criminals didn't know was that they weren't able to move. The goons started to charge at the spirit, making large strides and leaps toward him. However, Yami knew exactly what had happened. The men yelped in pain when they, too, were under this knowledge. The daggers above their arms fell not onto the ground, but into their shoes, piercing the soles. Yami stretched out his wrist. "The door of darkness… now opens." The men were now under some sort of spell. They were now charging, unhindered, straight towards the window, and into the shadows.
They vanished back downstairs, but this time, not in the apartment.