Joey bit his lip as his Red-Eyes charged the White-Sword. He knew what was
at stake. He also knew that his Dragon-type Red-Eyes was much more powerful
than the outdated White-Sword.
'Then again," Joey thought to himself, "the Rubberrobo Gang isn't known for being fair.'
Seaslug stood opposite him, across the street, cackling away, "Nothing can defeat our White-Sword! Obliterate him!"
They met in the middle of the street. As they clashed, Red-Eyes' claws tore White-Sword's left arm.
Control: 75% Damage, noticeable damage
Red-Eyes' teeth came down hard on White-Sword's right arm. White-Sword stumbled back, but didn't dull.
Power: 80% Damage, high damage
Seaslug laughed maniacally, "Go, White-Sword! Finish it!"
'What Robattle is he watching?' Joey thought, "Red-Eyes! Get'm!"
Red-Eyes dealt a blow to both the left and right arms. As Seaslug's Medawatch declared its function ceased, Joey shouted another command. Red- Eyes jaws clamped on White-Sword's head.
Balance: 100% Damage, function ceased
"Ha-hah!" Joey yelled out loud.
"What? I don't see you winning!" Seaslug retorted as two more White-Swords emerged from behind a truck.
"That is a violation of the rules!" Mr. Referee shouted, "Penalty Box!"
A dart flew from the sky, puncturing Seaslug's neck. He merely laughed, "My rubber's too thick for your darts to get through! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well, I've done all I can!" Mr. Referee said as he ran down the street to escape the Rubberrobo Gang.
The two White-Sword slashed at Red-Eyes' head, wasting no time. They both struck their targets. As Red-Eyes fell, it grabbed one White-Sword, falling on top of it.
Balance: 99% Damage, overload imminent
All parts: 100% Damage, function ceased
"Red-Eyes!" Joey yelled, falling to his knees.
Seaslug loomed above him, sunglasses gleaming, "Well, kid, we had a deal. . ."
~
Shinobu sat opposite Bakura at the small two-person table. They were in a local restaurant. Bakura had said he knew the owners, and they made the best Chicken Chow Mein.
Author's Note: I'm not positive if that's how to spell Chow Mein, but I will check on it.
They were waiting for their food. They had both ordered the Chicken Chow Mein. Bakura lowered his cup of iced tea and looked toward Shinobu.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asked softly.
"Yes," Shinobu answered, "thank you."
Bakura looked into her eyes and smiled. His smiled was quite meek, but inside he melted. Shinobu was beautiful. Bakura inwardly kicked himself, thinking that she must have agreed to this out of sympathy, or just a friendly get together.
Shinobu raised an eyebrow, seeing Bakura's eyes reflect his sudden emotional conflict. This proceeded for another five minutes, while Bakura sat, inwardly yelling at himself for his arrogance. Shinobu stared at his eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts.
Afterward he came to; realising Shinobu was looking at him. Shinobu was not aware he had stopped his inner argument. She had leaned a ways forward, not a lot, but still noticeable to Bakura, who was uncomfortable with Shinobu staring at him.
Bakura began to look into Shinobu's eyes. They were soft and friendly, but also seemed slightly frightened or cautious. Her head rested on her right palm. Her eyes were closed slightly.
"Shinobu. . ." Bakura started.
Shinobu blinked a few times and then noticed she was leaning on her arm, so she quickly sat back in her chair.
"Yes, Bakura?" Shinobu asked quietly.
"Well. . ." Bakura started, hesitating slightly, "I. . .I. . ."
Bakura sighed as a waiter interrupted them. Shinobu noticed the depressed and defeated look that shot across Bakura's face. It had soon left, consoling itself in the smell of warm Chicken Chow Mein.
"Are you okay, Bakura?" Shinobu replied softly.
"Yes. . ." Bakura answered, 'I'll try again later. . .'
"Bakura, you were right!" Shinobu gasped, tasting the Chicken Chow Mein, "And it's hot!"
A smile flickered across Bakura's face as Shinobu desperately drank her lemonade, "Sorry, I should've warned you. . ."
"It's okay," Shinobu smiled back at him, reaching across the small table to place her hand on his.
Bakura was taken aback by her gesture. Shinobu saw his eyes jump, and her hand faltered, "I-I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay," Bakura replied, "I just wasn't expecting anything. . ."
Shinobu sighed inwardly. She knew had Bakura felt, to be shy, unable to explain your feelings. She just hoped he felt the same way about her.
~
"Thanks, Bakura," Shinobu said happily as they reached the floor of the apartment.
"It was my pleasure," Bakura replied, equally happy.
They paused outside Shinobu's door. Shinobu turned to look into Bakura's eyes one more time. They reflected his thoughts again. His eyes were gentle, he smiled cautiously. Shinobu smiled back.
"Bakura. . ." Shinobu started.
"Yes?"
"What were you going to say before?"
Bakura swallowed hard. He was breathing heavily, and, to his surprise, so was Shinobu, "Shinobu. . .I. . ."
Bakura looked into Shinobu's eyes. They were just the same as his. Then came a new emotion, hope.
"I. . ." Bakura tried to continue.
"Bakura," Shinobu interrupted, "Let me try and finish for you."
Shinobu suddenly blushed. She placed one hand on his cheek, the other on his shoulder. As he leaned closer to him, Bakura's hands reached around Shinobu, embracing her.
Shinobu closed her eyes, as did Bakura. Slowly, their lips touched. For an instant, Shinobu's live seemed calm and serene. Bakura's inner argument collapsed, feeling Shinobu's kiss.
After a moment had paused, Shinobu broke the kiss. In a smooth movement, she opened the door and slid inside. After closing it, she knelt down, leaning against the firmness of the door. She sighed, hoping she hadn't offended Bakura.
Bakura stood outside the door, resting all his weight against it. He touched his forefinger and middle to his lips, contemplating the extent of Shinobu's feelings for him. Two hours passed before he decided to go home.
~
"Hey, Joey, where were you yesterday? We were gonna have a practice Robattle," Yugi asked.
Joey looked up. A smirk crossed his face, "Why don't we Robattle now?"
"Nice sunglasses, Joey," Yugi complimented, "but wouldn't we get in trouble? I mean, we aren't supposed to even have our Medabots at school!"
"C'mon, Yugi," Joey provoked, "afraid of me?"
"No, it's just. . ." Yugi started.
"You worry too much, Yugi," Joey replied, putting his arms up behind him to support his head as he leaned back in his chair.
Yugi sighed, "Alright Joey, if that's what you really want."
"Great," Joey grinned, running the plan through his head again, 'I'm a man of my word. . .', what choice did he have? "Why don't we do something different this time. How 'bout: You win, I'll give you my Phoenix medal, I win, I get your Dark Magician's Devil medal, deal?"
"Joey! Are you crazy?" Yugi yelled.
Joey rubbed his nose with his thumb, "Yeah, I'm crazy. But hey, Robattles are gettin' borin' since we moved here. I dunno what it is, maybe I'm just homesick. All I know is that we should have some fun with it."
"But medals?"
"C'mon, Yugi," Joey urged, "it's just like wagering cards back home!"
"I guess if it's what you want. . ." Yugi admitted.
"Alright!" Joey shouted, jumping from his chair, "Transport Medabot!"
Soon a massive Dragon-type Medabot appeared. Joey put his Phoenix medal in the back and shouted to Yugi.
"C'mon, Yug, bring out your 'bot!"
"What is that thing?" Yugi gawked, "What happened to Red-Eyes?"
"It's the same Medal," Joey assured him, "a friend of mine just gave me some new Medaparts. Say hello to Black Skull!"
Dark Magician appeared, glaring deep into the eyes of the Black Skull. Yugi stared at Joey. 'He's changed,' he thought, 'this isn't Joey. He wouldn't trick me into Robattling some new Medabot, putting my Medal on the line.'
'Yugi, let me help you!' Yami cried.
'Alright,' Yugi agreed, 'We'll do this together.'
(Yu-Gi-Oh!)(Mind Shuffle)
"Alright, Joey," Yami called out, "Let's begin."
Tristan, who stood at the sidelines, thought out loud, "Hey, where's Mr. Referee?"
~
"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't let you through without a hall pass," the hall monitor stated firmly.
"But there's a Robattle starting!" Mr. Referee whined.
"No exceptions!"
~
Joey and Yami Yugi stood across the field from one another, preparing to Robattle. Tristan and Tea stood at the sidelines, trying to decide who to cheer for. From the bushes, Seaslug, Shrimplips. Gillgirl, and Squidguts eagerly awaited the verdict. . .
~
"Black Skull! Flare Fire Blast!" Joey shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Dark Magician, black magic!" Yami cried in response.
Dark Magician fired three powerful shots from his right arm cannon. Black Skull dodged two, but the third struck his left leg. Black Skull's flames scorched Dark Magician's legs and left arm.
Talons: 20% Damage
Light Foot: 60% Damage, danger, Mind Crush: 40% Damage
"Dark Magician!" Yami commanded, "Mind Crush!"
The wide range laser barely scraped Black Skull. The dragon charged Dark Magician, striking its legs and right arm.
Light Foot: 100% Damage, function ceased, Black Magic: 80% Damage, high damage
"My Dark Magician!" Yami yelled.
"Heheh. . ." Joey grinned, "he's going to somewhere far worse than the graveyard. . .Black Skull! Finish 'im!"
Black Skull stood above Dark Magician. The Dark Magician, legs 100% damage, couldn't move. The fire came down upon him, finishing the match.
All parts: 100% damage, function ceased.
~
Author's Note: Thank you Anonymous Reviewer. I cannot just call you Anonymous Reviewer, though. . .hmm. . .if you read this and review, please tell me a name. Oh, and thanks to DMG9!
'Then again," Joey thought to himself, "the Rubberrobo Gang isn't known for being fair.'
Seaslug stood opposite him, across the street, cackling away, "Nothing can defeat our White-Sword! Obliterate him!"
They met in the middle of the street. As they clashed, Red-Eyes' claws tore White-Sword's left arm.
Control: 75% Damage, noticeable damage
Red-Eyes' teeth came down hard on White-Sword's right arm. White-Sword stumbled back, but didn't dull.
Power: 80% Damage, high damage
Seaslug laughed maniacally, "Go, White-Sword! Finish it!"
'What Robattle is he watching?' Joey thought, "Red-Eyes! Get'm!"
Red-Eyes dealt a blow to both the left and right arms. As Seaslug's Medawatch declared its function ceased, Joey shouted another command. Red- Eyes jaws clamped on White-Sword's head.
Balance: 100% Damage, function ceased
"Ha-hah!" Joey yelled out loud.
"What? I don't see you winning!" Seaslug retorted as two more White-Swords emerged from behind a truck.
"That is a violation of the rules!" Mr. Referee shouted, "Penalty Box!"
A dart flew from the sky, puncturing Seaslug's neck. He merely laughed, "My rubber's too thick for your darts to get through! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well, I've done all I can!" Mr. Referee said as he ran down the street to escape the Rubberrobo Gang.
The two White-Sword slashed at Red-Eyes' head, wasting no time. They both struck their targets. As Red-Eyes fell, it grabbed one White-Sword, falling on top of it.
Balance: 99% Damage, overload imminent
All parts: 100% Damage, function ceased
"Red-Eyes!" Joey yelled, falling to his knees.
Seaslug loomed above him, sunglasses gleaming, "Well, kid, we had a deal. . ."
~
Shinobu sat opposite Bakura at the small two-person table. They were in a local restaurant. Bakura had said he knew the owners, and they made the best Chicken Chow Mein.
Author's Note: I'm not positive if that's how to spell Chow Mein, but I will check on it.
They were waiting for their food. They had both ordered the Chicken Chow Mein. Bakura lowered his cup of iced tea and looked toward Shinobu.
"Are you alright?" Bakura asked softly.
"Yes," Shinobu answered, "thank you."
Bakura looked into her eyes and smiled. His smiled was quite meek, but inside he melted. Shinobu was beautiful. Bakura inwardly kicked himself, thinking that she must have agreed to this out of sympathy, or just a friendly get together.
Shinobu raised an eyebrow, seeing Bakura's eyes reflect his sudden emotional conflict. This proceeded for another five minutes, while Bakura sat, inwardly yelling at himself for his arrogance. Shinobu stared at his eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts.
Afterward he came to; realising Shinobu was looking at him. Shinobu was not aware he had stopped his inner argument. She had leaned a ways forward, not a lot, but still noticeable to Bakura, who was uncomfortable with Shinobu staring at him.
Bakura began to look into Shinobu's eyes. They were soft and friendly, but also seemed slightly frightened or cautious. Her head rested on her right palm. Her eyes were closed slightly.
"Shinobu. . ." Bakura started.
Shinobu blinked a few times and then noticed she was leaning on her arm, so she quickly sat back in her chair.
"Yes, Bakura?" Shinobu asked quietly.
"Well. . ." Bakura started, hesitating slightly, "I. . .I. . ."
Bakura sighed as a waiter interrupted them. Shinobu noticed the depressed and defeated look that shot across Bakura's face. It had soon left, consoling itself in the smell of warm Chicken Chow Mein.
"Are you okay, Bakura?" Shinobu replied softly.
"Yes. . ." Bakura answered, 'I'll try again later. . .'
"Bakura, you were right!" Shinobu gasped, tasting the Chicken Chow Mein, "And it's hot!"
A smile flickered across Bakura's face as Shinobu desperately drank her lemonade, "Sorry, I should've warned you. . ."
"It's okay," Shinobu smiled back at him, reaching across the small table to place her hand on his.
Bakura was taken aback by her gesture. Shinobu saw his eyes jump, and her hand faltered, "I-I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay," Bakura replied, "I just wasn't expecting anything. . ."
Shinobu sighed inwardly. She knew had Bakura felt, to be shy, unable to explain your feelings. She just hoped he felt the same way about her.
~
"Thanks, Bakura," Shinobu said happily as they reached the floor of the apartment.
"It was my pleasure," Bakura replied, equally happy.
They paused outside Shinobu's door. Shinobu turned to look into Bakura's eyes one more time. They reflected his thoughts again. His eyes were gentle, he smiled cautiously. Shinobu smiled back.
"Bakura. . ." Shinobu started.
"Yes?"
"What were you going to say before?"
Bakura swallowed hard. He was breathing heavily, and, to his surprise, so was Shinobu, "Shinobu. . .I. . ."
Bakura looked into Shinobu's eyes. They were just the same as his. Then came a new emotion, hope.
"I. . ." Bakura tried to continue.
"Bakura," Shinobu interrupted, "Let me try and finish for you."
Shinobu suddenly blushed. She placed one hand on his cheek, the other on his shoulder. As he leaned closer to him, Bakura's hands reached around Shinobu, embracing her.
Shinobu closed her eyes, as did Bakura. Slowly, their lips touched. For an instant, Shinobu's live seemed calm and serene. Bakura's inner argument collapsed, feeling Shinobu's kiss.
After a moment had paused, Shinobu broke the kiss. In a smooth movement, she opened the door and slid inside. After closing it, she knelt down, leaning against the firmness of the door. She sighed, hoping she hadn't offended Bakura.
Bakura stood outside the door, resting all his weight against it. He touched his forefinger and middle to his lips, contemplating the extent of Shinobu's feelings for him. Two hours passed before he decided to go home.
~
"Hey, Joey, where were you yesterday? We were gonna have a practice Robattle," Yugi asked.
Joey looked up. A smirk crossed his face, "Why don't we Robattle now?"
"Nice sunglasses, Joey," Yugi complimented, "but wouldn't we get in trouble? I mean, we aren't supposed to even have our Medabots at school!"
"C'mon, Yugi," Joey provoked, "afraid of me?"
"No, it's just. . ." Yugi started.
"You worry too much, Yugi," Joey replied, putting his arms up behind him to support his head as he leaned back in his chair.
Yugi sighed, "Alright Joey, if that's what you really want."
"Great," Joey grinned, running the plan through his head again, 'I'm a man of my word. . .', what choice did he have? "Why don't we do something different this time. How 'bout: You win, I'll give you my Phoenix medal, I win, I get your Dark Magician's Devil medal, deal?"
"Joey! Are you crazy?" Yugi yelled.
Joey rubbed his nose with his thumb, "Yeah, I'm crazy. But hey, Robattles are gettin' borin' since we moved here. I dunno what it is, maybe I'm just homesick. All I know is that we should have some fun with it."
"But medals?"
"C'mon, Yugi," Joey urged, "it's just like wagering cards back home!"
"I guess if it's what you want. . ." Yugi admitted.
"Alright!" Joey shouted, jumping from his chair, "Transport Medabot!"
Soon a massive Dragon-type Medabot appeared. Joey put his Phoenix medal in the back and shouted to Yugi.
"C'mon, Yug, bring out your 'bot!"
"What is that thing?" Yugi gawked, "What happened to Red-Eyes?"
"It's the same Medal," Joey assured him, "a friend of mine just gave me some new Medaparts. Say hello to Black Skull!"
Dark Magician appeared, glaring deep into the eyes of the Black Skull. Yugi stared at Joey. 'He's changed,' he thought, 'this isn't Joey. He wouldn't trick me into Robattling some new Medabot, putting my Medal on the line.'
'Yugi, let me help you!' Yami cried.
'Alright,' Yugi agreed, 'We'll do this together.'
(Yu-Gi-Oh!)(Mind Shuffle)
"Alright, Joey," Yami called out, "Let's begin."
Tristan, who stood at the sidelines, thought out loud, "Hey, where's Mr. Referee?"
~
"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't let you through without a hall pass," the hall monitor stated firmly.
"But there's a Robattle starting!" Mr. Referee whined.
"No exceptions!"
~
Joey and Yami Yugi stood across the field from one another, preparing to Robattle. Tristan and Tea stood at the sidelines, trying to decide who to cheer for. From the bushes, Seaslug, Shrimplips. Gillgirl, and Squidguts eagerly awaited the verdict. . .
~
"Black Skull! Flare Fire Blast!" Joey shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Dark Magician, black magic!" Yami cried in response.
Dark Magician fired three powerful shots from his right arm cannon. Black Skull dodged two, but the third struck his left leg. Black Skull's flames scorched Dark Magician's legs and left arm.
Talons: 20% Damage
Light Foot: 60% Damage, danger, Mind Crush: 40% Damage
"Dark Magician!" Yami commanded, "Mind Crush!"
The wide range laser barely scraped Black Skull. The dragon charged Dark Magician, striking its legs and right arm.
Light Foot: 100% Damage, function ceased, Black Magic: 80% Damage, high damage
"My Dark Magician!" Yami yelled.
"Heheh. . ." Joey grinned, "he's going to somewhere far worse than the graveyard. . .Black Skull! Finish 'im!"
Black Skull stood above Dark Magician. The Dark Magician, legs 100% damage, couldn't move. The fire came down upon him, finishing the match.
All parts: 100% damage, function ceased.
~
Author's Note: Thank you Anonymous Reviewer. I cannot just call you Anonymous Reviewer, though. . .hmm. . .if you read this and review, please tell me a name. Oh, and thanks to DMG9!