"Missing"
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don't own this cartoon or its related characters. HAPPY??
A little girl sat on the floor in front of a young boy. He was somewhat older than her, of course, and he was teaching her a very old game to play-- an ancient game, passed down from generation to generation, taught all over the world...The girl became interested, but suddenly she had a terrible thought--
'What if I lose?'
She stared at an assortment of cards in front of her. There were cards with images of monsters, swords, swirls, eyes...it was a boquet of colors and pictures. It overwhelmed her--she was so young--and it was so complicated.
"Aw, no, I can't duel," the little girl said, putting her deck aside. "It's too hard." She pouted slightly. The boy smiled. He didn't want to give up on her. "Now, now, if you try hard enough and learn the rules and different aspects--"
"It's too hard!" she shouted, scrunching up into a fetal position. "I'll only lose when I duel..." "Now, come on. Do you want to learn how to do this or not?" he asked. "I don't know!!" The floor started to shake, and suddenly the table and cards began to float up into the air. The girl closed her eyes and whimpered while a blue aurora surrounded her. The boy gave a shout.
"Stop this, Kira!!!"
All the furniture and slips of paper dropped back into its place. Kira opened her eyes. Her eyes began to water.
"I'm sorry, brother...I...I..." "It's okay...but do you want to learn or not?"
Sigh.
"Well?"
Kira looked up at her brother and nodded.
"O..okay...show me then." "All right." He held up a card. "This is a...?"
"Magic card." "What type?" She took the card and squinted her eyes. She looked at the small icon on the card. "It's...a Field card." "Very good...name ALL the Magic cards." "Umm...Field...Equip...Continuous..."
* * * *
Years passed.
The little blonde girl learned and learned...she aquired such a passion for this old game. She bought so many cards, dueled so many times; suffered losses, triumphed, yet she still wasn't content.
"So now I'm an "accomplished" Duelist?" Kira asked with a frown.
"Well, you have competed in many tournaments and you did fairly well. You placed third or second most of the time, and you did win First Place in Tokyo, remember?" "Yeah, yeah, I do," she replied. "But I still need to Modify.."
"What? Are you kidding?! Your deck is JUST right!"
"Listen to me. I need to study more...and observe." "But c'mon, Kira. It's just--"
"I need to see other strategies. Other opening moves. Where can I go?"
"There's a tournament being held..in Tokyo."
"Fine. I'll see you in three weeks--"
"Kira-!!"
But she was gone before another word escaped from the stranger's lips. Kira leapt out onto the sidewalk and stormed into the street. She crossed it and walked down the sidewalk, then sighed. She was free for the time being.
"Jeez...they expect me to do the obvious. I want to learn MORE. I want to learn opening moves, combos...just more!! Let me..." Kira frowned and folded her arms as she walked. "But from who?"
As she pondered, a group of young boys with one girl walked down the same sidewalk, yet in the opposite direction. One boy had blonde hair, was reasonably tall, and was wearing a green jacket. Another boy was tall, with dark hair, and was next to the blonde boy. The girl had dark hair too, with bright blue eyes, and wore a smile. Then a familiar face--a young boy with purple eyes, blonde cowlicks and maroonish hair; a strange combonation.
"So what are you going to do this weekend, Yugi?" "I'm going to relax a little, Tea. I'm tired from all the dueling this week."
"It's good to take a rest."
"Yeah, Yuge! Pig out on ice cream! Take a breather!"
"That's Joey...eat first, breathe later.." The young one laughed nervously as they walked on. When Kira walked passed him she immediately froze in her step. Her eyes widened.
'W-what?!! Why didn't I notice before...YUGI MOTO!!"
Kira turned and narrowed her eyes. She gritted her teeth.
"The greatest duelist...he must know many more duelists...so if I stick with him, I get more than I need." Kira smirked and turned, then followed closely behind.
* * * *
"Chink-chink-chink" went a set of keys as a certain one opened a certain door. A man stepped in with a grocery bag in one arm, a suitcase in the other, while wearing a sour face; apparently the bag was heavy. He walked in and shut the door with his foot, then set the suitcase on the couch. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Great...can't even inhale for a few seconds..." The man picked up the ringing phone and sighed.
"Hello?" He paused for a reply. "...Mokuba! How are you?...Really? Fantastic!!..I'm glad to--I'm glad to hear that!...You really want to come over? Okay! I'll see you here..." The man smiled warmly into the receiver.
"I love you, Seto!"
He nodded. "I love you too, Mokuba. Goodbye." Click.
Seto Kaiba put the groceries away and decided to make himself a sandwich. He took his 'masterpiece' (which was a little sloppy) and went back to the couch. He opened the suitcase and sighed in relief. Inside was his revised version of his Dueling Monsters Device for Dueling (a DMD as he called it) and his deck of cards. Kaiba smiled and picked it up, then sifted through his cards.
'It's amazing...besides who I can be with family, everything I was and all rely on these cards...' he thought. As Kaiba smiled he sifted through his deck..Crush card...Blue Eyes...Swordstalker...Battle Ox...Judge Man...Blue Eyes... 'My Blue Eyes...and soon...' He came across his third Precious Dragon.
"Hmm...precious cards.."
He took a bite out of his sandwich. But he stopped chewing.
"...how OLD is this peanut butter?"
Disclaimer: I don't own this cartoon or its related characters. HAPPY??
A little girl sat on the floor in front of a young boy. He was somewhat older than her, of course, and he was teaching her a very old game to play-- an ancient game, passed down from generation to generation, taught all over the world...The girl became interested, but suddenly she had a terrible thought--
'What if I lose?'
She stared at an assortment of cards in front of her. There were cards with images of monsters, swords, swirls, eyes...it was a boquet of colors and pictures. It overwhelmed her--she was so young--and it was so complicated.
"Aw, no, I can't duel," the little girl said, putting her deck aside. "It's too hard." She pouted slightly. The boy smiled. He didn't want to give up on her. "Now, now, if you try hard enough and learn the rules and different aspects--"
"It's too hard!" she shouted, scrunching up into a fetal position. "I'll only lose when I duel..." "Now, come on. Do you want to learn how to do this or not?" he asked. "I don't know!!" The floor started to shake, and suddenly the table and cards began to float up into the air. The girl closed her eyes and whimpered while a blue aurora surrounded her. The boy gave a shout.
"Stop this, Kira!!!"
All the furniture and slips of paper dropped back into its place. Kira opened her eyes. Her eyes began to water.
"I'm sorry, brother...I...I..." "It's okay...but do you want to learn or not?"
Sigh.
"Well?"
Kira looked up at her brother and nodded.
"O..okay...show me then." "All right." He held up a card. "This is a...?"
"Magic card." "What type?" She took the card and squinted her eyes. She looked at the small icon on the card. "It's...a Field card." "Very good...name ALL the Magic cards." "Umm...Field...Equip...Continuous..."
* * * *
Years passed.
The little blonde girl learned and learned...she aquired such a passion for this old game. She bought so many cards, dueled so many times; suffered losses, triumphed, yet she still wasn't content.
"So now I'm an "accomplished" Duelist?" Kira asked with a frown.
"Well, you have competed in many tournaments and you did fairly well. You placed third or second most of the time, and you did win First Place in Tokyo, remember?" "Yeah, yeah, I do," she replied. "But I still need to Modify.."
"What? Are you kidding?! Your deck is JUST right!"
"Listen to me. I need to study more...and observe." "But c'mon, Kira. It's just--"
"I need to see other strategies. Other opening moves. Where can I go?"
"There's a tournament being held..in Tokyo."
"Fine. I'll see you in three weeks--"
"Kira-!!"
But she was gone before another word escaped from the stranger's lips. Kira leapt out onto the sidewalk and stormed into the street. She crossed it and walked down the sidewalk, then sighed. She was free for the time being.
"Jeez...they expect me to do the obvious. I want to learn MORE. I want to learn opening moves, combos...just more!! Let me..." Kira frowned and folded her arms as she walked. "But from who?"
As she pondered, a group of young boys with one girl walked down the same sidewalk, yet in the opposite direction. One boy had blonde hair, was reasonably tall, and was wearing a green jacket. Another boy was tall, with dark hair, and was next to the blonde boy. The girl had dark hair too, with bright blue eyes, and wore a smile. Then a familiar face--a young boy with purple eyes, blonde cowlicks and maroonish hair; a strange combonation.
"So what are you going to do this weekend, Yugi?" "I'm going to relax a little, Tea. I'm tired from all the dueling this week."
"It's good to take a rest."
"Yeah, Yuge! Pig out on ice cream! Take a breather!"
"That's Joey...eat first, breathe later.." The young one laughed nervously as they walked on. When Kira walked passed him she immediately froze in her step. Her eyes widened.
'W-what?!! Why didn't I notice before...YUGI MOTO!!"
Kira turned and narrowed her eyes. She gritted her teeth.
"The greatest duelist...he must know many more duelists...so if I stick with him, I get more than I need." Kira smirked and turned, then followed closely behind.
* * * *
"Chink-chink-chink" went a set of keys as a certain one opened a certain door. A man stepped in with a grocery bag in one arm, a suitcase in the other, while wearing a sour face; apparently the bag was heavy. He walked in and shut the door with his foot, then set the suitcase on the couch. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Great...can't even inhale for a few seconds..." The man picked up the ringing phone and sighed.
"Hello?" He paused for a reply. "...Mokuba! How are you?...Really? Fantastic!!..I'm glad to--I'm glad to hear that!...You really want to come over? Okay! I'll see you here..." The man smiled warmly into the receiver.
"I love you, Seto!"
He nodded. "I love you too, Mokuba. Goodbye." Click.
Seto Kaiba put the groceries away and decided to make himself a sandwich. He took his 'masterpiece' (which was a little sloppy) and went back to the couch. He opened the suitcase and sighed in relief. Inside was his revised version of his Dueling Monsters Device for Dueling (a DMD as he called it) and his deck of cards. Kaiba smiled and picked it up, then sifted through his cards.
'It's amazing...besides who I can be with family, everything I was and all rely on these cards...' he thought. As Kaiba smiled he sifted through his deck..Crush card...Blue Eyes...Swordstalker...Battle Ox...Judge Man...Blue Eyes... 'My Blue Eyes...and soon...' He came across his third Precious Dragon.
"Hmm...precious cards.."
He took a bite out of his sandwich. But he stopped chewing.
"...how OLD is this peanut butter?"