Card Mishap
By: Draco Starbo
A/N: Another chapter! Yay! I have to thank TypoNumber5 for her/his support through the three chapters I've got up so far. Also, Ihire, thank you, even though your review was only a word and face, I appreciate all responses. ^_^ And, in honor for the four reviews by those two, I give you . . . .
CHAPTER FOUR: DUDGEON
//Well, damn it, what am I going to tell my mom about those four?// Riverting sighed, pacing the floor of her room. It was 4:38 pm, about an hour after Yugi, Tristan, Téa, and Joey popped up in her house, and after finishing up her forced conclusion, Riverting went to her room to think about everything and let Yugi and Téa browse the net for information on dark energies. After making a mote in the middle of her small room with her circle thinking, she finally decided that as weird as all of this, and she should be calling the police, she couldn't just cast them out to the winds and had to help them.
//Sometimes, you've got too big of a heart, Riverting,// a memory from another friend of hers pops up at the perfectly annoying moment, much like the friend would do herself.
"Shut up!" she mumbled, pacing some more. "Maybe I could tell Mom they're friends from school, who got into a jam - No, won't work. Um, well, what if they're friends from school who are stayin' over to finish a project - yeah, um, they could be in a group with me to finish a science project! That could work, and it's school related, so Mom couldn't be able to just through them out. It's prefect!"
Happy about her train of thought, she went to the office, five steps from her own door and saw Téa and Yugi looking at some website. "Hey, Guys!" Riverting smiled.
"Hi, Riverting!" Yugi returned her smile. "What's up?"
"Nothin' much. I just figured out what to tell my mom, so she won't flip out," Riverting looked down nervously, "I mean, I don't think she'll be too keened on the idea of you guys being from another world . . ."
"It's okay, we understand," Téa offered. "We can hardly believe where we are."
The other girl let out a sigh, "Oh, good, okay. Anyhow, you guys are from my science class and we're workin' on a big project about energies. If we work, or at least pretend to, until around ten, Mom will be too tired to go anywhere but wouldn't want to be rude, so she'll let you stay the night. You guys pretend to call your parents and then you'll have a place to stay for the night."
"It's not right to lie to your parents . . ." Yugi started. "But I guess in this case . . ."
"In this case, if I called my mom and said, 'Hey, guess what happened today? Four strangers from some other world popped up in our livin' room and I've decided to help them get back to their world.' If I said that, my mom will think I'm crazy or it's just some joke. I mean, what would your parents do if you said that?"
"I don't know my parents," Yugi stated right before Téa nodded.
"Yeah, my parents would think I was insane, too."
"Well, so, um, goin' to call my mom and start dinner. Um, by the way, my science teacher is Mr. Moore, and he's very uptight and is always wearin' suites and such. . . oh, and he has this fadin' scar, just down the right cheek," she out lined where on her face. "I thought you'd like to know, incase you're asked about Mr. Moore by my mom or Terry."
"Who's Terry?" Téa questioned.
"Oh, Terry's my step-dad. My real dad is a few cities away, and I see him durin' the summer. Anyhow, off to call!" And Riverting disappears from the doorway and down the stairs.
"Hey, Yugi, do you think we're dreaming?"
"I don't know what to think. However, for now let's just try it Riverting's way; it's the best way we've got right now."
"Yeah . . ." Téa answered, though she looked doubtful.
~*~*~*~*~
"I've never been surrounded by so many books before!" Joey mumbled in awe at the huge space filled with books up to the ceiling and some stairs in front of them lead to the second floor, which was just as big as the first.
//At least he stopped complaining about his noodles.// Tristan would have loved to crack a joke about how ignorant Joey was, but as it stood, he was on the same boat as Joey. This was the biggest library - Information Station - that he had ever been in life! And it wasn't "just down the street," as Riverting had said. It was three blocks, take a right, and two more blocks, thanks to someone passing on the street.
"Okay, we're looking for section Sci-19, Row 7," Tristan squinted to see the scribbles that the Booker - not librarian - had written on a piece of scrap paper. When he looked up, Joey wasn't standing next to him. "Hey, Joey . . .?"
"So, Girls, it's too bad you've never heard of me, the famous Joey Wheeler!" His voice came from a corner where three girls were looking at him with amazement.
//Please don't tell me he's doing what I think he's doing. . .// Tristan pleaded to himself. His plea was ignored as Joey tried to show off his muscles. //I should just walk away right now,// but instead of just walking away, he went to help out his friend . . . or at least same Joey from embarrassing himself too much.
"Joey, what are you doing?" Tristan asked, sighing at the pitiful sight of Joey grinning cheesy.
"Hey, Tristan!" Joey winked. "Tell them about how I'm the second best duelist!"
"Joey, Joey, Joey," Tristan shook his head, "remember where we are? I'm sure they don't know about dueling."
"Oh, but it sound very interesting!" one of the girls said. She had blonde hair to her waist, decorated with little braids and beads. Her eyes were a green, like a dark forest, and her skin was pale compared to a sheet of paper. The girl's clothing was made of a green skirt, a blue tank top and tan flip-flops.
Tristan looked over the other girls, and realized they all looked a liked, too, even wore the same clothing. "Wow, are you guys triplets?" he asked in awe.
They giggled and said, "How'd you guess?"
"We don't usually dress alike," the first one commented.
"But at school, we had Twin Day," the one next to her added.
"So we dressed a liked," the third one finished.
". . . Do you usually talk like that, too?" Tristan wondered, knowing that could get annoying.
"Sometimes," they said all at once and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"Isn't this great?" Joey whisper to Tristan, "Three for the price of one!"
His friend growled, "Joey . . ."
"Hey, Man, chill! I was thinking about everybody! This way, you, me, and Yugi can have a girlfriend each! Cool, huh?"
"Oh, tell us more about this dueling, Joey!" the second triplet urged before Tristan could smack Joey upside the head. "I bet you're the best!"
To this Joey chuckled and grinned the way Tristan came to know as a warning that Joey was going to stick his foot in his mouth.
"Yes, please, tell us about this exciting game you call Dueling!" the first piped up.
"Oh, but not here!" the third looked around. "If Jessie or Catty come and see us with you two hot guys, they're through the biggest hissy fits you've ever seen!"
"Jessie? Catty?" Joey cocked his head.
"Oh, just some jealous girls from school," the second one waved her hand in dismissal. "Come on, I know a great spot that they haven't found out about yet!"
"Oh, you mean *that* place, Sister?" the third's eye's brighten up.
"Yep!" A nod.
The first squealed, "Oh, that's so prefect!"
"Come on, let's go!" And the three grabbed Joey and Tristan and pulled them off to an older part of the library. Joey, of course, didn't put up a protest, but did asked where they were going, only to be answered with giggles of "It's a secret!" Tristan was torn between braking away and running or staying to make sure that Joey didn't get all the action himself. Hey, he's just a teenager and he was being dragged off by THREE - count them, one, two, three - beautiful girls!
In the end, they were dragged down some spiraling stairs and into a basement that was old, moldy, and made of nothing but rocks. It was dark as a bat's wing until one of the girls lit an oil candle lamp and brought a dim, eerie golden shade to floor and walls like a blanket. It was like being in the dudgeon of an old castle.
"Where are we?" Tristan asked.
"In the old basement! We found just a week ago," one of the girls - they had moved around too much to keep them numbered orderly - piped up. "It was made a long time ago as a hide-out for when the Conquers came for their enemies, us."
"It was probably deemed unsafe and that's why no one but us knows about it," another one added. "Nothing but twelve inch stoning all around, practically sound proof. Makes good for keeping secrets."
"Oh, I just realized! I won't have any fun!" the last of them proclaimed, waving her arms to everyone. "There are only two guys, and three of us!"
"Don't worry, that one's tall enough," one pointed to Tristan, "we can share him."
"Joey, I don't like the way they're talking . . ." Tristan mumbled.
"Relax, Tristan!" Joey smirked. "It's in the bag."
"Or, it looks like it'll be taken out of the bag," a triplet smiled.
The three of them stepped here and there and formed a triangle. Without taking their eyes off of Joey or Tristan, the girls stretched one of their arms to the middle of the triangle, connecting to each other by fingertips. In the smaller triangle formed by their fingers, a ball of light began to glow, bright and golden-yellow.
"Whoa! What the heck is going on here?!" Joey took a step back, placing himself next to Tristan.
"I don't know, but I don't like it," Tristan answered.
The ball of light grew rapidly, soon engulfing the triplets, and blinding the two boys. When the light dimmed, there stood three figures, but not the triplets. These figures were female, no doubt, but they had a bluish- green skin, wild hair that was shorter and different colors, and claws for hands and feet.
"THE HARPY LADY SISTERS?!?!" Joey asked, stunned beyond belief.
"Oh good, a fan!" one of them said. "Come here, Joey, so we can have some fun."
"What's going on here?!" Tristan demanded, trying to sound brave, but his voice quivered. They're just supposed to be a card; they couldn't be real anywhere but on the dueling field!
One of them laughed, and said, "We just want to have a little fun. . . .draining away your life!"
~ End of Dudgeon ~
A/N: Yay! My first cliffhanger! What'd you think? What'd you think? Are all the characters in character? Was it too slow, too descriptive? Not descriptive enough? Please, you have to let me know! If I don't I won't be able to improve and you'll be stuck with another crappy fanfic writer! Who wants to that?! Not to mention, I LOVE freedback!
A/N: Another chapter! Yay! I have to thank TypoNumber5 for her/his support through the three chapters I've got up so far. Also, Ihire, thank you, even though your review was only a word and face, I appreciate all responses. ^_^ And, in honor for the four reviews by those two, I give you . . . .
CHAPTER FOUR: DUDGEON
//Well, damn it, what am I going to tell my mom about those four?// Riverting sighed, pacing the floor of her room. It was 4:38 pm, about an hour after Yugi, Tristan, Téa, and Joey popped up in her house, and after finishing up her forced conclusion, Riverting went to her room to think about everything and let Yugi and Téa browse the net for information on dark energies. After making a mote in the middle of her small room with her circle thinking, she finally decided that as weird as all of this, and she should be calling the police, she couldn't just cast them out to the winds and had to help them.
//Sometimes, you've got too big of a heart, Riverting,// a memory from another friend of hers pops up at the perfectly annoying moment, much like the friend would do herself.
"Shut up!" she mumbled, pacing some more. "Maybe I could tell Mom they're friends from school, who got into a jam - No, won't work. Um, well, what if they're friends from school who are stayin' over to finish a project - yeah, um, they could be in a group with me to finish a science project! That could work, and it's school related, so Mom couldn't be able to just through them out. It's prefect!"
Happy about her train of thought, she went to the office, five steps from her own door and saw Téa and Yugi looking at some website. "Hey, Guys!" Riverting smiled.
"Hi, Riverting!" Yugi returned her smile. "What's up?"
"Nothin' much. I just figured out what to tell my mom, so she won't flip out," Riverting looked down nervously, "I mean, I don't think she'll be too keened on the idea of you guys being from another world . . ."
"It's okay, we understand," Téa offered. "We can hardly believe where we are."
The other girl let out a sigh, "Oh, good, okay. Anyhow, you guys are from my science class and we're workin' on a big project about energies. If we work, or at least pretend to, until around ten, Mom will be too tired to go anywhere but wouldn't want to be rude, so she'll let you stay the night. You guys pretend to call your parents and then you'll have a place to stay for the night."
"It's not right to lie to your parents . . ." Yugi started. "But I guess in this case . . ."
"In this case, if I called my mom and said, 'Hey, guess what happened today? Four strangers from some other world popped up in our livin' room and I've decided to help them get back to their world.' If I said that, my mom will think I'm crazy or it's just some joke. I mean, what would your parents do if you said that?"
"I don't know my parents," Yugi stated right before Téa nodded.
"Yeah, my parents would think I was insane, too."
"Well, so, um, goin' to call my mom and start dinner. Um, by the way, my science teacher is Mr. Moore, and he's very uptight and is always wearin' suites and such. . . oh, and he has this fadin' scar, just down the right cheek," she out lined where on her face. "I thought you'd like to know, incase you're asked about Mr. Moore by my mom or Terry."
"Who's Terry?" Téa questioned.
"Oh, Terry's my step-dad. My real dad is a few cities away, and I see him durin' the summer. Anyhow, off to call!" And Riverting disappears from the doorway and down the stairs.
"Hey, Yugi, do you think we're dreaming?"
"I don't know what to think. However, for now let's just try it Riverting's way; it's the best way we've got right now."
"Yeah . . ." Téa answered, though she looked doubtful.
~*~*~*~*~
"I've never been surrounded by so many books before!" Joey mumbled in awe at the huge space filled with books up to the ceiling and some stairs in front of them lead to the second floor, which was just as big as the first.
//At least he stopped complaining about his noodles.// Tristan would have loved to crack a joke about how ignorant Joey was, but as it stood, he was on the same boat as Joey. This was the biggest library - Information Station - that he had ever been in life! And it wasn't "just down the street," as Riverting had said. It was three blocks, take a right, and two more blocks, thanks to someone passing on the street.
"Okay, we're looking for section Sci-19, Row 7," Tristan squinted to see the scribbles that the Booker - not librarian - had written on a piece of scrap paper. When he looked up, Joey wasn't standing next to him. "Hey, Joey . . .?"
"So, Girls, it's too bad you've never heard of me, the famous Joey Wheeler!" His voice came from a corner where three girls were looking at him with amazement.
//Please don't tell me he's doing what I think he's doing. . .// Tristan pleaded to himself. His plea was ignored as Joey tried to show off his muscles. //I should just walk away right now,// but instead of just walking away, he went to help out his friend . . . or at least same Joey from embarrassing himself too much.
"Joey, what are you doing?" Tristan asked, sighing at the pitiful sight of Joey grinning cheesy.
"Hey, Tristan!" Joey winked. "Tell them about how I'm the second best duelist!"
"Joey, Joey, Joey," Tristan shook his head, "remember where we are? I'm sure they don't know about dueling."
"Oh, but it sound very interesting!" one of the girls said. She had blonde hair to her waist, decorated with little braids and beads. Her eyes were a green, like a dark forest, and her skin was pale compared to a sheet of paper. The girl's clothing was made of a green skirt, a blue tank top and tan flip-flops.
Tristan looked over the other girls, and realized they all looked a liked, too, even wore the same clothing. "Wow, are you guys triplets?" he asked in awe.
They giggled and said, "How'd you guess?"
"We don't usually dress alike," the first one commented.
"But at school, we had Twin Day," the one next to her added.
"So we dressed a liked," the third one finished.
". . . Do you usually talk like that, too?" Tristan wondered, knowing that could get annoying.
"Sometimes," they said all at once and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"Isn't this great?" Joey whisper to Tristan, "Three for the price of one!"
His friend growled, "Joey . . ."
"Hey, Man, chill! I was thinking about everybody! This way, you, me, and Yugi can have a girlfriend each! Cool, huh?"
"Oh, tell us more about this dueling, Joey!" the second triplet urged before Tristan could smack Joey upside the head. "I bet you're the best!"
To this Joey chuckled and grinned the way Tristan came to know as a warning that Joey was going to stick his foot in his mouth.
"Yes, please, tell us about this exciting game you call Dueling!" the first piped up.
"Oh, but not here!" the third looked around. "If Jessie or Catty come and see us with you two hot guys, they're through the biggest hissy fits you've ever seen!"
"Jessie? Catty?" Joey cocked his head.
"Oh, just some jealous girls from school," the second one waved her hand in dismissal. "Come on, I know a great spot that they haven't found out about yet!"
"Oh, you mean *that* place, Sister?" the third's eye's brighten up.
"Yep!" A nod.
The first squealed, "Oh, that's so prefect!"
"Come on, let's go!" And the three grabbed Joey and Tristan and pulled them off to an older part of the library. Joey, of course, didn't put up a protest, but did asked where they were going, only to be answered with giggles of "It's a secret!" Tristan was torn between braking away and running or staying to make sure that Joey didn't get all the action himself. Hey, he's just a teenager and he was being dragged off by THREE - count them, one, two, three - beautiful girls!
In the end, they were dragged down some spiraling stairs and into a basement that was old, moldy, and made of nothing but rocks. It was dark as a bat's wing until one of the girls lit an oil candle lamp and brought a dim, eerie golden shade to floor and walls like a blanket. It was like being in the dudgeon of an old castle.
"Where are we?" Tristan asked.
"In the old basement! We found just a week ago," one of the girls - they had moved around too much to keep them numbered orderly - piped up. "It was made a long time ago as a hide-out for when the Conquers came for their enemies, us."
"It was probably deemed unsafe and that's why no one but us knows about it," another one added. "Nothing but twelve inch stoning all around, practically sound proof. Makes good for keeping secrets."
"Oh, I just realized! I won't have any fun!" the last of them proclaimed, waving her arms to everyone. "There are only two guys, and three of us!"
"Don't worry, that one's tall enough," one pointed to Tristan, "we can share him."
"Joey, I don't like the way they're talking . . ." Tristan mumbled.
"Relax, Tristan!" Joey smirked. "It's in the bag."
"Or, it looks like it'll be taken out of the bag," a triplet smiled.
The three of them stepped here and there and formed a triangle. Without taking their eyes off of Joey or Tristan, the girls stretched one of their arms to the middle of the triangle, connecting to each other by fingertips. In the smaller triangle formed by their fingers, a ball of light began to glow, bright and golden-yellow.
"Whoa! What the heck is going on here?!" Joey took a step back, placing himself next to Tristan.
"I don't know, but I don't like it," Tristan answered.
The ball of light grew rapidly, soon engulfing the triplets, and blinding the two boys. When the light dimmed, there stood three figures, but not the triplets. These figures were female, no doubt, but they had a bluish- green skin, wild hair that was shorter and different colors, and claws for hands and feet.
"THE HARPY LADY SISTERS?!?!" Joey asked, stunned beyond belief.
"Oh good, a fan!" one of them said. "Come here, Joey, so we can have some fun."
"What's going on here?!" Tristan demanded, trying to sound brave, but his voice quivered. They're just supposed to be a card; they couldn't be real anywhere but on the dueling field!
One of them laughed, and said, "We just want to have a little fun. . . .draining away your life!"
~ End of Dudgeon ~
A/N: Yay! My first cliffhanger! What'd you think? What'd you think? Are all the characters in character? Was it too slow, too descriptive? Not descriptive enough? Please, you have to let me know! If I don't I won't be able to improve and you'll be stuck with another crappy fanfic writer! Who wants to that?! Not to mention, I LOVE freedback!