~ . . . ~ = Yami's thoughts
+ . . . + = Gary's thoughts
Day became night. Gary had searched around of this so-called Millennium Tauk but with no luck. He was about to go to bed when he told the spirit:
+I'm sorry. I couldn't find it. But I will keep looking, I promise.+
~It could be far away . . . It's a shame . . . and I feel powerless in helping you.~
+Forget about that. I want to help somebody out, for once. It's not often when people feel they can depend on me.+
~And I'm sure you'll do fine, Gary. Now get some rest.~
+Thanks . . . uh, do you have a name?+
The spirit paused. ~Well, Yugi used to call me either Spirit or Yami.~
+Yami? All right, Yami. Good night.+
* * *
The Kaiba Museum was closed for the day. Kyle had been there for quite a long while, asking the guides for information on Yugi Moto. He wanted to go back to the hotel for a nap, but he remembered what his father had said.
"I can take care of myself for now," Kyle reassured himself. He wandered about the nearby city, which was desolate. It was called Domino. He walked until he actually found one place that was still open: a game shop.
The shop looked old, but Kyle wanted to see if there were any rare cards there.
"This MUST be a good shop if it's still open after who knows when," Kyle told himself. He opened the door.
"Seto Kaiba?!" asked a voice with a heavy Japanese accent.
Kyle shook his head violently. "No, I'm not Seto Kaiba."
"Well, you sure look like him. You must be related to him somehow."
"And who might YOU be?"
"I am Yujo Moto."
Kyle paused for a moment. "Did you say Yugi Moto?"
The man shook his head. "Yujo's the name. It's a Japanese word for 'friendship.'"
"Oh," Kyle said, a little disappointed. "If your last name is Moto, then you MUST be related to the legendary Yugi."
The man nodded. "Yes, one of the few living people with some of his great blood," he said proudly.
"Then do you know of the location of his grave?"
Yujo widened his eyes. "Why would you want to know THAT?"
"Well, I want to see if I can connect my family line to his."
The man smiled and looked at his watch. "Well, no customers have been coming for the last hour, so I have some time. I can take you there right now, if you'd like. It's not too far away from here, actually. For generations, my family has watched over his gravesite often. Yugi was buried in a remote place because he had lived a life and died a death of such turmoil that his friends wanted him to rest in full peace."
Kyle nodded slowly. "How did he die?"
"Nobody knows," Yujo said. "It was very tragic, though." He and Kyle walked out of the shop. "So we go?"
Kyle smiled and nodded eagerly.
"Okay then. Still, I find it very strange that future Kaibas would want to know about Seto's past rival."
* * *
The evil spirit of Ryou's Millennium Ring emerged just long enough to walk from the airport to the subway station, which wasn't too far away.
"It won't be long until I find those cards," the spirit snickered. "Then, I shall possess the pharaoh's memories and be able to wield the seven Millennium items!" He laughed manically, scaring some other tourists, waiting for a subway to come by.
"Americans," one of the other tourists snickered.
* * *
Morning. Gary tried to turn over in his bed, but he had forgotten to take off the Puzzle, and it kept him from doing so.
~The god cards . . .they are in danger.~
"Huh?" Gary said aloud. That thought had awakened him. "What cards what?" He was still fuzzy from sleep.
~I sense that somebody is after the god cards, although I'm not exactly sure where they are . . . perhaps, in my homeland of the rising sun . . .~ Yami snarled.
+ No! We can't let this happen! I promised you . . . My mom is still asleep . . .+
~Gary . . . ~
Gary leapt out of his bed, pulled some things from beneath his bed and drawers, and headed out of his room.
~What are you doing?!~
+We're going to Japan!+
* * *
Kyle and Yujo had reached the gravesite. They spent a few hours talking about the Duel Monsters of the year 2000 and now. Yujo explained that more powerful cards existed in the first version of the game. Kyle admitted that he wasn't much into dueling. He only watched his brother play, although he occasionally liked to get a hold a rare cards.
As night fell, Yujo told Kyle everything he knew about the Blue Eyes White Dragon cards, one of the most powerful cards of the Ancient Duel Monsters and Seto Kaiba's trademark card. He explained that although they were the mightiest of beasts, Yugi was able to beat it with less powerful cards, such as the fabled Dark Magician. Very few Dark Magician cards remained in the world presently.
Yujo told Kyle that he had to return to his card shop, but Kyle asked if he could stay at the site just a little while longer. Before he left, he took a card out of his pocket and gave it to Kyle.
"I never had a use for this," Yujo said. "It's been passed down for centuries, but I have nobody to pass it down to. I want you to have it."
Kyle carefully put the card away, not knowing anything about it. He couldn't even read it.
After Yujo left, Kyle bent over and carefully inspected the tombstone. According to it, Yugi had died at the age of 16. Under his dates of life, there was an inscription that said, "Here lies an eternal duelist - the greatest of our time and forevermore."
Kyle lightly ran his fingers over the words. "How could he have died so young?" He could have done so many things . . ." Sleepy and teary, he fell to his knees. He had forgotten all about the Blue Eyes cards, but then he saw a very thin slat on the right side of the marker. Sure enough, when he found a twig to remove the contents of the slat, three Blue Eyes White Dragon cards were produced.
"They're . . . real . . ."
* * *
The evil spirit of Ryou's Ring had stopped in three cemeteries, but with no luck in locating the cards he wanted.
"Yugi Moto must be buried around here somewhere. The cards MUST be with him. Such a famous person must be in a large cemetery," he said, heading for the nearest subway station. "Next stop is the heart of Domino City." He laughed sinisterly.
* * *
The following had happened a few hours before.
+The bus that goes to the airport is just down the way.+ Gary was running down his street with two briefcases in his hands.
~What? How can you afford to go?~
Gary smiled, swinging his luggage, running strangely. +Don't sweat it. There's a thing here called Frequent Flier Miles. They come with my breakfast cereal . . Don't worry! We'll get your cards!+
~But your family . . .~
+ . . . Won't notice. My mom'll think I'm dealing with grief or something, which I was. But . . . now I see that the best way to deal with it is to move on and live something special! I have to show my father that he's raised an able son!+
Gary's perseverance reminded Yami greatly of Yugi.
(To be continued.)
Day became night. Gary had searched around of this so-called Millennium Tauk but with no luck. He was about to go to bed when he told the spirit:
+I'm sorry. I couldn't find it. But I will keep looking, I promise.+
~It could be far away . . . It's a shame . . . and I feel powerless in helping you.~
+Forget about that. I want to help somebody out, for once. It's not often when people feel they can depend on me.+
~And I'm sure you'll do fine, Gary. Now get some rest.~
+Thanks . . . uh, do you have a name?+
The spirit paused. ~Well, Yugi used to call me either Spirit or Yami.~
+Yami? All right, Yami. Good night.+
* * *
The Kaiba Museum was closed for the day. Kyle had been there for quite a long while, asking the guides for information on Yugi Moto. He wanted to go back to the hotel for a nap, but he remembered what his father had said.
"I can take care of myself for now," Kyle reassured himself. He wandered about the nearby city, which was desolate. It was called Domino. He walked until he actually found one place that was still open: a game shop.
The shop looked old, but Kyle wanted to see if there were any rare cards there.
"This MUST be a good shop if it's still open after who knows when," Kyle told himself. He opened the door.
"Seto Kaiba?!" asked a voice with a heavy Japanese accent.
Kyle shook his head violently. "No, I'm not Seto Kaiba."
"Well, you sure look like him. You must be related to him somehow."
"And who might YOU be?"
"I am Yujo Moto."
Kyle paused for a moment. "Did you say Yugi Moto?"
The man shook his head. "Yujo's the name. It's a Japanese word for 'friendship.'"
"Oh," Kyle said, a little disappointed. "If your last name is Moto, then you MUST be related to the legendary Yugi."
The man nodded. "Yes, one of the few living people with some of his great blood," he said proudly.
"Then do you know of the location of his grave?"
Yujo widened his eyes. "Why would you want to know THAT?"
"Well, I want to see if I can connect my family line to his."
The man smiled and looked at his watch. "Well, no customers have been coming for the last hour, so I have some time. I can take you there right now, if you'd like. It's not too far away from here, actually. For generations, my family has watched over his gravesite often. Yugi was buried in a remote place because he had lived a life and died a death of such turmoil that his friends wanted him to rest in full peace."
Kyle nodded slowly. "How did he die?"
"Nobody knows," Yujo said. "It was very tragic, though." He and Kyle walked out of the shop. "So we go?"
Kyle smiled and nodded eagerly.
"Okay then. Still, I find it very strange that future Kaibas would want to know about Seto's past rival."
* * *
The evil spirit of Ryou's Millennium Ring emerged just long enough to walk from the airport to the subway station, which wasn't too far away.
"It won't be long until I find those cards," the spirit snickered. "Then, I shall possess the pharaoh's memories and be able to wield the seven Millennium items!" He laughed manically, scaring some other tourists, waiting for a subway to come by.
"Americans," one of the other tourists snickered.
* * *
Morning. Gary tried to turn over in his bed, but he had forgotten to take off the Puzzle, and it kept him from doing so.
~The god cards . . .they are in danger.~
"Huh?" Gary said aloud. That thought had awakened him. "What cards what?" He was still fuzzy from sleep.
~I sense that somebody is after the god cards, although I'm not exactly sure where they are . . . perhaps, in my homeland of the rising sun . . .~ Yami snarled.
+ No! We can't let this happen! I promised you . . . My mom is still asleep . . .+
~Gary . . . ~
Gary leapt out of his bed, pulled some things from beneath his bed and drawers, and headed out of his room.
~What are you doing?!~
+We're going to Japan!+
* * *
Kyle and Yujo had reached the gravesite. They spent a few hours talking about the Duel Monsters of the year 2000 and now. Yujo explained that more powerful cards existed in the first version of the game. Kyle admitted that he wasn't much into dueling. He only watched his brother play, although he occasionally liked to get a hold a rare cards.
As night fell, Yujo told Kyle everything he knew about the Blue Eyes White Dragon cards, one of the most powerful cards of the Ancient Duel Monsters and Seto Kaiba's trademark card. He explained that although they were the mightiest of beasts, Yugi was able to beat it with less powerful cards, such as the fabled Dark Magician. Very few Dark Magician cards remained in the world presently.
Yujo told Kyle that he had to return to his card shop, but Kyle asked if he could stay at the site just a little while longer. Before he left, he took a card out of his pocket and gave it to Kyle.
"I never had a use for this," Yujo said. "It's been passed down for centuries, but I have nobody to pass it down to. I want you to have it."
Kyle carefully put the card away, not knowing anything about it. He couldn't even read it.
After Yujo left, Kyle bent over and carefully inspected the tombstone. According to it, Yugi had died at the age of 16. Under his dates of life, there was an inscription that said, "Here lies an eternal duelist - the greatest of our time and forevermore."
Kyle lightly ran his fingers over the words. "How could he have died so young?" He could have done so many things . . ." Sleepy and teary, he fell to his knees. He had forgotten all about the Blue Eyes cards, but then he saw a very thin slat on the right side of the marker. Sure enough, when he found a twig to remove the contents of the slat, three Blue Eyes White Dragon cards were produced.
"They're . . . real . . ."
* * *
The evil spirit of Ryou's Ring had stopped in three cemeteries, but with no luck in locating the cards he wanted.
"Yugi Moto must be buried around here somewhere. The cards MUST be with him. Such a famous person must be in a large cemetery," he said, heading for the nearest subway station. "Next stop is the heart of Domino City." He laughed sinisterly.
* * *
The following had happened a few hours before.
+The bus that goes to the airport is just down the way.+ Gary was running down his street with two briefcases in his hands.
~What? How can you afford to go?~
Gary smiled, swinging his luggage, running strangely. +Don't sweat it. There's a thing here called Frequent Flier Miles. They come with my breakfast cereal . . Don't worry! We'll get your cards!+
~But your family . . .~
+ . . . Won't notice. My mom'll think I'm dealing with grief or something, which I was. But . . . now I see that the best way to deal with it is to move on and live something special! I have to show my father that he's raised an able son!+
Gary's perseverance reminded Yami greatly of Yugi.
(To be continued.)