Meanwhile, the next match started and Yami gawked at the name being called…



"And our next contestant is…Yami Motou!" The announcer blared through the speakers. A whisper rose from the spectators, as well as the fighters and their cheerleaders.

"Hey, isn't Yami that kid who beat Seto Kaiba?" a voice spoke out.

"I thought it was Yugi," his companion stated.

"Nah. I heard that Yami's named the king of games," a third person voiced.

Yami blushed slightly as the comments, thankful that no one knows about his girl ordeal. Meanwhile, Seto was glaring dangerously at the audience.

"Uh, Yami? Please report to the arena!" the referee shouted into his microphone. "You have a match with Dikea!" The referee glanced around. "Also, we need Dikea over here as well!"

Yami stood there, oblivious to the reality. Seto glanced at her, his brows arched in amusement.

A myriad of thoughts ran through Yami's head. 'I never signed up…' Suddenly, something clicked. "Yugi!"

"Yugi?" Unfortunately, Yami had spoken aloud in her and Seto had heard her. Before the CEO had a chance to ask, Yami had already left, scurrying to find her Aibou.

"Aibou? Where are you?" Yami called through the mass of people. Several heads turned to stare at her, but Yami completely ignored them and concentrated on finding her little troublemaker.

Suddenly, Yami spotted a crown of red and black above the crowd. 'There he is!'

The game master strided over to the trio and faced a sheepish Yugi.

"Uh…hi, Yami?" The smallest of the group tried, grinning embarrassingly.

"Aibou, you have a lot of explaining to do." Yami glared at her counterpart and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Well…we wanted to see what would happen if you fought in the competition," Yugi tried to imitate Yami's serious demeanor, but to no avail.

"We?"

"Y'know…" Yugi nodded at the three behind him, all whom flashed Yami an apologetic grin.

"Er, sorry?" Joey piped up, retreating from the unadulterated fury of a certain dualist who was about to release that anger any second now.

"Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Tea…" Yami inhaled deeply to control his temper, closing his eyes, and reopened to reveal bloody crimson orbs, "I suggest you all run for your lives now if you want your heads to stay on your shoulders."

"Hey, you guys?" Tristan back away as did the rest of the member. "I think that's our cue to get out of here."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Joey chuckled nervously. "Let's make like a banana sundae and split!"

Yami watched as her light and minions dashed out of view, blending in with the flocks of spectators. Inside, her soul was brewing with rage. Never in her life had she been so…so…

'So what?' A voice asked inside Yami's head.

'I don't know. Just so….' Then Yami realized something. 'Wait. Who are you?'

'Just your conscience. Everyone, even Yamis, have a conscience.'

'Oh.'

"Yami and Dikea! PLEASE arrive at the arena right now!"

The blare of the referee reverted Yami back to reality.

The game queen sighed. 'Here does nothing. Aibou and co. are sooo dead.'

Yami entered the girl's changing room, since she was currently a girl.

'Shoot!' the dualist berated herself silently. 'I forgot to be a spare outfit!'

"Do you need help?"

Yami started at the voice; she was unaware of any presence in the restroom.

"Well?"

Yami turned to find an elderly woman with faded blonde hair and a name tag with the words: Shelae Dolin, printed on it.

'She must be one of the staff members,' Yam concluded, then spoke out loud. "Do you know where I can find a spare men's outfit? It's for…my friend. He's in the martial arts tournament."

"Sure, dear." Shelea chuckled and led Yami over to a storage closet. "You can find what you need in here."

"Thank you."

"Anytime, dear."

Yami waited until Shelea left before entering the small room. Piles of clothes of every nationality hung in rows, and pairs of leather footwear lay prostrate against the walls. Yami flipped through a couple before selecting a sleeveless, black, leather top and a pair of tight black jeans. She then entered the women's restroom to change.

Yami stripped herself of the awkward cheerleading uniformed that she loathed every so much and poured the cup of hot coffee she brought before arriving to the bathroom stalls over herself. The familiar sensation of body transformation sent of shiver down Yami's back; she'll never get used to it.

The male Yami changed into the articles of clothes and stepped out of the stall. At that moment, a young girl wandered in and shrieked when she saw Yami.

"Eek! Mommy! There's a pervert in the bathroom!"

Yami was surprised at the words a youngster possessed, but didn't have time to register that for the girl had ran out of the bathroom and attempted to pull her mother in.

"Honey, how can there be a man in the bath---" The mother stopped abruptly as soon as she saw Yami. "Oh my gosh…"

Yami flushed deeply and hurried out of the bathroom with his head down. The mother lie against the doorframe, still in astonishment.

'That,' Yami thought as he rushed toward the arena, 'is another reason why I need to kill my Aibou.'

Seto grinned when he saw Yami stalking towards the ring.

'So, he finally came,' the CEO thought, amused. 'But I should have know that Yami would never back down.'

Yami stepped into the arena and stood there, glancing at the mass of people staring at him. His oppenet seemed to be delayed, so Yami gazed up at the beaming sun, incandescent against the cerulean sky. A breeze pasted, and her heard a female say,

"Look! Isn't he cute?"

"I know! He's totally gorgeous!"

"Y'think he'll notice me?"

Yami smirked at the comments, but slightly faltered at a familiar voice.

"Mommy! It's that pervert!"

"Hush, dear. It's not nice to call someone that. Say 'deranged sexual depraver' instead."

Yami spun around to glare at the two, but mother and child had already left.

The king of games sighed and returned to await the coming of his opponent.

Twenty minutes later, the other competitor was still absent and the crowd was getting restless, so the referee decided to randomly choose an opponent.

"All the fighters names will be put in a box. You'll reach in and pull out a name. That person will be your opponent," the referee instructed Yami, who gave a muted nod.

The game king reached in and casually retrieved a slip of paper. He unfolded it and gasped.

"Well?" the referee asked impatiently. "Who is it?"

"It's," Yami hesitated, "Seto Kaiba."