Okay, this isn't the last chapter...so don't be fooled. In the game, I'm
using some of the original names of the cards and some of the English
names, just depending on the ones I know...
This is getting a little cheesy, with the trusting your friends, trusting your deck, Heart-of-the-Cards type stuff, but I tried to tone it down a little, so here we go...
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Harry shut his eyes very tightly. Then he opened his left eye just for a peek. 'Okay, so this isn't a nightmare...there actually is a spirit that is a couple of millennia old playing a GAME for my soul...' Harry was just slightly hysterical.
Voldemort was smirking at Yami. Yami was trying to stare him down, but the words that kept flooding into his mind were a little distracting. 'Too ugly...too ugly...'
Bakura stepped between them, next to Harry. "I'll be the ref."
"Well, that's not exactly fair, now is it?" Voldemort sneered.
Bakura scoffed. "Like I really care who wins and who loses..."
Harry didn't doubt that for a second. And it seemed that Bakura had convinced Voldemort, too, because the evil wizard just rolled his eyes and hissed to himself.
Bakura grinned evilly and cried out to everyone. "Let the games begin!"
With a flash, everyone was transported to what Harry would've defined as Oblivion. Black and darkness stretched everywhere, in all directions. Harry wasn't even sure if he was kneeling on solid ground.
With a snap of Bakura's fingers, a large stadium rose up around them. Yami and Voldemort still stood in the center, facing each other. Behind Yami sat most of Hogwarts School, students and teachers. Behind Voldemort sat all of his Death Eaters, still hooded and masked, slightly nervous, and the confused Slytherins. Harry sat on the field, right in between the two players, and Bakura stood next to him.
"Well, Yami," Voldemort hissed out. "Let us see who is truly the King of Games. Let us see who wins."
Yami sighed. He hated explaining this. "Just by beating someone once doesn't constitute handing over the title."
Voldemort acted as if he didn't hear him. "I WILL win. I WILL have Potter. I WILL have you..."
Yami shook a finger. "Nuh-uh, my soul isn't up for grabs, remember?"
Voldemort was being smug again. "Once I beat you, your soul will be crushed anyway."
"You act like I haven't ever lost before..." Yami mumbled.
/You act like that, too.../ A little voice resounded in his mind.
//Do not.//
/Do, too./
//Do not.//
/Do, too./
//Do not.//
/Do, too, but maybe you should pay attention now. Bakura's screaming at you./
Yami snapped out of is argument to see Bakura about to smack him.
"So you're awake now?"
Yami ignored Bakura and looked into the stands behind him. Dumbledore nodded at him, and all the rest teachers looked at him nervously. Except Snape. He had on a look that said, "Win or else..." Yami sent them a reassuring smirk.
Yugi and Yami's deck was floating in the middle, right above Harry's head. 'Might as well get this started...' Yami sighed.
Yami called out. "I'll draw first."
With intense concentration and a flick of his hand, Yami pulled out two random cards and flipped them to face Voldemort.
Now, Voldemort didn't know much about Duel Monsters, but he could still read the cards, and knew that Yami had chosen a bad hand for himself. The hand consisted of two monster cards: Black Magician Girl (2000) and Kuriboh (300).
From the stands issued a collective gasp; everyone could see the cards, except Yami. Anzu buried her face in her hands and Jou started screaming for Yugi and Yami, but Bakura snapped his fingers again and silenced them all. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button.
Voldemort smirked at pointed to the Kuriboh, on his left. Yami nodded, and pressed that card to the ground at Bakura's feet, without looking. He let the other card flutter into Harry's lap. Voldemort smiled inwardly to himself. 'Anything could beat that pathetic little puffball...'
"Well, it seems that the mighty King of Games will fall today...you should have been more careful about challenging me. See Harry as an example; he challenged me years ago by simply not dying. And now, his blood runs through me, his blood sustains me. He is the reason I've come back. So take a lesson, and don't confront me. Give it up now. " Voldemort said softly.
"As I understand, Voldemort, the boy also foiled your plans for immortality." Yami smirked. Again.
Voldemort just growled. "I AM immortal."
He copied Yami's move and flicked out two cards. Before he looked at them, Yami said to himself, 'Trust in the cards...trust...' He nodded and looked up. They were Horn of Heaven and Summoned Skull.
"Redraw." He said simply, flipping over Horn of Heaven. Voldemort gritted his teeth and flicked out two more. Yami closed his eyes again. 'Trust...' They were Hexagram Curse and Damned Dragon.
"Redraw." He said again, staring intensely at the deck. Their chances were getting slimmer and Voldemort knew it.
Voldemort drew again about a half a dozen times, each time at least one magic or trap card was present. The discard pile was slowly growing in Harry's lap.
Yami was getting nowhere and he knew it. He was running out of magic and traps. 'Why am I even doing this?'
Even if he didn't have Yugi, he could've answered this himself.
/Because when people need help, you give it to them.../
Yami looked to the stands again. Jou and Honda were on their feet, clearly trying to break the silencing spell physically. Anzu was looking into straight at Yami and mouthing, "Yugi..." Seto was glaring at Yami with his cold eyes, as if just daring him to lose. Yami smiled at that. Even Seto Kaiba had faith in him. And when he turned to Bakura, he could see Ryou's kind eyes in there somewhere. Yami could see his smile of reassurance.
Yami nodded and closed his eyes again. 'I _do_ trust...' Voldemort flicked out his cards. Yami opened his eyes. And closed them again. And opened them.
//We've done it, aibou...//
Yugi looked out and smiled happily in his soul room.
Yami smirked at Voldemort. "I've won."
"Impossible." Voldemort jeered, extremely smug.
Yami flipped over his cards for Voldemort to see. They were the ever- faithful Black Magician...and Osirus.
"What?! But...how..." Voldemort stuttered. Harry was sure that he NEVER stuttered. "How did you...the chances of that...one out of over forty...you must have cheated!"
Yami just smirked and started towards Voldemort. "The Shadow Realm does not allow cheating. It would've punished me by now."
Voldemort froze and gasped. He looked around himself. There was no way out. His Death Eaters were looking around nervously; the Slytherins were clutching their parents. He looked at Yami and cried out, "You'll never get my soul!"
He actually tried to curse Yami. But he didn't seem to remember his curses straight. He just randomly screamed grammatically-incorrect Latin.
Yami raised an eyebrow before he held out his arm. "GAME PENALTY! YOU WILL STAY IN THE SHACKLES OF THE SHADOW REALM, FOREVER!"
Voldemort screamed in pain and agony. Everyone in the stands was watching with their mouth hanging open as Voldemort finally vanished into the darkness.
Bakura looked at Yami. "Are you crazy? Nothing is forever, especially being trapped in the Shadow Realm. Look at me! If I can get out, he definitely can..."
Yami looked at him. "I know..."
~*~*~*~
Do you likes? Like I said, it's not over yet, still have another chapter, maybe even two...
This is getting a little cheesy, with the trusting your friends, trusting your deck, Heart-of-the-Cards type stuff, but I tried to tone it down a little, so here we go...
~*~*~*~
Harry shut his eyes very tightly. Then he opened his left eye just for a peek. 'Okay, so this isn't a nightmare...there actually is a spirit that is a couple of millennia old playing a GAME for my soul...' Harry was just slightly hysterical.
Voldemort was smirking at Yami. Yami was trying to stare him down, but the words that kept flooding into his mind were a little distracting. 'Too ugly...too ugly...'
Bakura stepped between them, next to Harry. "I'll be the ref."
"Well, that's not exactly fair, now is it?" Voldemort sneered.
Bakura scoffed. "Like I really care who wins and who loses..."
Harry didn't doubt that for a second. And it seemed that Bakura had convinced Voldemort, too, because the evil wizard just rolled his eyes and hissed to himself.
Bakura grinned evilly and cried out to everyone. "Let the games begin!"
With a flash, everyone was transported to what Harry would've defined as Oblivion. Black and darkness stretched everywhere, in all directions. Harry wasn't even sure if he was kneeling on solid ground.
With a snap of Bakura's fingers, a large stadium rose up around them. Yami and Voldemort still stood in the center, facing each other. Behind Yami sat most of Hogwarts School, students and teachers. Behind Voldemort sat all of his Death Eaters, still hooded and masked, slightly nervous, and the confused Slytherins. Harry sat on the field, right in between the two players, and Bakura stood next to him.
"Well, Yami," Voldemort hissed out. "Let us see who is truly the King of Games. Let us see who wins."
Yami sighed. He hated explaining this. "Just by beating someone once doesn't constitute handing over the title."
Voldemort acted as if he didn't hear him. "I WILL win. I WILL have Potter. I WILL have you..."
Yami shook a finger. "Nuh-uh, my soul isn't up for grabs, remember?"
Voldemort was being smug again. "Once I beat you, your soul will be crushed anyway."
"You act like I haven't ever lost before..." Yami mumbled.
/You act like that, too.../ A little voice resounded in his mind.
//Do not.//
/Do, too./
//Do not.//
/Do, too./
//Do not.//
/Do, too, but maybe you should pay attention now. Bakura's screaming at you./
Yami snapped out of is argument to see Bakura about to smack him.
"So you're awake now?"
Yami ignored Bakura and looked into the stands behind him. Dumbledore nodded at him, and all the rest teachers looked at him nervously. Except Snape. He had on a look that said, "Win or else..." Yami sent them a reassuring smirk.
Yugi and Yami's deck was floating in the middle, right above Harry's head. 'Might as well get this started...' Yami sighed.
Yami called out. "I'll draw first."
With intense concentration and a flick of his hand, Yami pulled out two random cards and flipped them to face Voldemort.
Now, Voldemort didn't know much about Duel Monsters, but he could still read the cards, and knew that Yami had chosen a bad hand for himself. The hand consisted of two monster cards: Black Magician Girl (2000) and Kuriboh (300).
From the stands issued a collective gasp; everyone could see the cards, except Yami. Anzu buried her face in her hands and Jou started screaming for Yugi and Yami, but Bakura snapped his fingers again and silenced them all. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button.
Voldemort smirked at pointed to the Kuriboh, on his left. Yami nodded, and pressed that card to the ground at Bakura's feet, without looking. He let the other card flutter into Harry's lap. Voldemort smiled inwardly to himself. 'Anything could beat that pathetic little puffball...'
"Well, it seems that the mighty King of Games will fall today...you should have been more careful about challenging me. See Harry as an example; he challenged me years ago by simply not dying. And now, his blood runs through me, his blood sustains me. He is the reason I've come back. So take a lesson, and don't confront me. Give it up now. " Voldemort said softly.
"As I understand, Voldemort, the boy also foiled your plans for immortality." Yami smirked. Again.
Voldemort just growled. "I AM immortal."
He copied Yami's move and flicked out two cards. Before he looked at them, Yami said to himself, 'Trust in the cards...trust...' He nodded and looked up. They were Horn of Heaven and Summoned Skull.
"Redraw." He said simply, flipping over Horn of Heaven. Voldemort gritted his teeth and flicked out two more. Yami closed his eyes again. 'Trust...' They were Hexagram Curse and Damned Dragon.
"Redraw." He said again, staring intensely at the deck. Their chances were getting slimmer and Voldemort knew it.
Voldemort drew again about a half a dozen times, each time at least one magic or trap card was present. The discard pile was slowly growing in Harry's lap.
Yami was getting nowhere and he knew it. He was running out of magic and traps. 'Why am I even doing this?'
Even if he didn't have Yugi, he could've answered this himself.
/Because when people need help, you give it to them.../
Yami looked to the stands again. Jou and Honda were on their feet, clearly trying to break the silencing spell physically. Anzu was looking into straight at Yami and mouthing, "Yugi..." Seto was glaring at Yami with his cold eyes, as if just daring him to lose. Yami smiled at that. Even Seto Kaiba had faith in him. And when he turned to Bakura, he could see Ryou's kind eyes in there somewhere. Yami could see his smile of reassurance.
Yami nodded and closed his eyes again. 'I _do_ trust...' Voldemort flicked out his cards. Yami opened his eyes. And closed them again. And opened them.
//We've done it, aibou...//
Yugi looked out and smiled happily in his soul room.
Yami smirked at Voldemort. "I've won."
"Impossible." Voldemort jeered, extremely smug.
Yami flipped over his cards for Voldemort to see. They were the ever- faithful Black Magician...and Osirus.
"What?! But...how..." Voldemort stuttered. Harry was sure that he NEVER stuttered. "How did you...the chances of that...one out of over forty...you must have cheated!"
Yami just smirked and started towards Voldemort. "The Shadow Realm does not allow cheating. It would've punished me by now."
Voldemort froze and gasped. He looked around himself. There was no way out. His Death Eaters were looking around nervously; the Slytherins were clutching their parents. He looked at Yami and cried out, "You'll never get my soul!"
He actually tried to curse Yami. But he didn't seem to remember his curses straight. He just randomly screamed grammatically-incorrect Latin.
Yami raised an eyebrow before he held out his arm. "GAME PENALTY! YOU WILL STAY IN THE SHACKLES OF THE SHADOW REALM, FOREVER!"
Voldemort screamed in pain and agony. Everyone in the stands was watching with their mouth hanging open as Voldemort finally vanished into the darkness.
Bakura looked at Yami. "Are you crazy? Nothing is forever, especially being trapped in the Shadow Realm. Look at me! If I can get out, he definitely can..."
Yami looked at him. "I know..."
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Do you likes? Like I said, it's not over yet, still have another chapter, maybe even two...