Card Mishap
By Draco Starbo
A/N: Six reviews! Wow! I'm happy. ^___^ Now, am I going to get even more reviews? *hopeful look* Well, I guess I need to update first . . . I'm really sorry about this horrifically long delay, but I'm not very good at battle scenes, so this took a very long time to get down on paper. I really tried to get this done sooner! My sister, Amara, can back me up on this! Right, Sis? *hears silence* (=( Anyhow . . . please tell me what you think of my first battle scene! =D
CHAPTER FIVE: BATTLE
"Hey, maybe they aren't real . . ." Joey quivered. "Maybe they're just holograms, like in the game."
In response, the Harpy Lady to the far right formed an energy ball and threw it right by Joey's head, only a few inches away. A sphere about the size of a basket ball smoked, blacken and charred was the stone.
"AH! So they are real!" Joey spat out quickly, moving a few inches away from the hole. "Tristan, any ideas?"
"Why are you asking me?! You got us in this mess!" Tristan snapped back, too freaked out to do anything but look in shock at the Harpy Lady Sisters, who floated there by flapping their wings, chuckling evilly.
As if those were the secret words, Joey's nervous and scared feelings dropped away, replaced by determination and the need to protect his friend.
"You're right, Tristan, and I'm going to get us out of this!" he stepped forward. "I don't care if you guys were the Red Eyes Blue Dragon, I'm going to kick your-"
"Brave words for a human!" the far right one smirked. "Let's see you put your money where your mouth is!"
It flew at Joey, and in the split second that Joey had time to think, he saw that if he judged to the left, he'd just end up cornered. And if he went right, he'd have more room, but he'd still end up cornered. In the end, all he could was-
"Duck!" he shouted and hit the floor with a big grin on his face as he watched the creature smack into the wall. Rolling out from under her, Joey made a quick insult, "You're too slow!"
"I'll show you who's slow!" she growled, her face more red with anger than the forming bump on her forehead, and grabbed Joey, who found himself in the corner he was trying to avoid in the first place. Throwing him across the room, she screamed, "Slow THIS!!"
"Joey!" Tristan exclaimed as he watched Joey get tossed across the room and slam into a wall.
His blood boiling, Tristan tackled the closest Harpy Sister to him, which was the one on the far left. The two hit the floor with Tristan on top. He tried to jump up and ran to help Joey, but the Harpy Lady who was in the middle and now stood alone, grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up.
"You humans are really pathetic," she hissed, watching him struggle. "Worthless little creatures - only good enough for our food!"
The Harpy Lady that Tristan had knocked down now got up and ordered, "Hold him still, Sister!"
A faint, eerie-green glow began to form around the Harpy Lady as she chanted in a weird language. The sister of that Harpy Lady held onto Tristan even tighter as he struggled to get out her grasp. It was really amazing with the strength going into her claws that she didn't brake skin on his shoulders. Tristan did his best to kick at the Harpy Lady very slowly advancing on him, but that option was soon taken away as the Harpy Lady holding him wrapped her legs around his. She held herself and Tristan in mid-air by flapping her wings at a slow pace.
Soon the chanting and glowing Harpy Lady was only inches away from Tristan, smiling wickedly. Tristan's sight became slightly blurry as a chestnut color seemed to be pulled over his eyes. He had a feeling in the bottom of his gut that said, "GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!"
"C'mon, Sister! This guy is strong, for a human. And he's heavy!" the Harpy Lady holding Tristan complained.
The approaching Harpy Lady opened her mouth as far as it would go, making a constant "ah" sound as her eerie-green glowing . . . thing touched his chestnut colored thingies. It seemed to Tristan that he was getting slightly weaker, that the chestnut color thing was his energy or something like that . . .
He looked over to Joey, to see if this was really happening and what he saw threw the chestnut haze was more unbelievable than the color thingies. Joey was playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with the other Harpy Lady!
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!" the two said at the same time.
"Paper!" the Harpy Lady shouted.
"Paper!" Joey replied. "Another tie."
"Damnit! Alright, I'm going win this time and then eat your soul!" the Harpy Lady assured herself.
//Not likely, Lady. Hours stuck in the back seat of a car with your little sister with nothing better to do can give you a sense of what the other person is going to play - almost like ESP. Hey, I'm kinda a physic. Man, I'm glad I got the dumbest of the Harpy Lady Sisters.// Joey mentally sighed, knowing that if he had hadn't pointed out how unfair it was to him to be over powered by a clearly stronger being and not have a chance to defend himself, he'd probably be dead by now.
The Harpy Lady had agreed to a game, knowing that if she lost, she'd just eat his soul anyway. She was mostly flattered that this lower being could recognize what a great, strong Harpy she was. Her sisters could take a few pointers from him. What hadn't occurred to her was the possibility that the human was just stalling for time to shake off getting thrown into the wall and formulate a plan of escape.
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Scissors!"
"Scissors!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Scissors!"
"Scissors!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Paper!"
"Paper!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Rock!"
"Rock! You loose!"
"Wha-?"
Before the Harpy Lady could finish her word, Joey took his fist and swung up to the Lady's chin, sending her backwards a few feet, and flat on her back. With her dazed state, Joey ran over to Tristan in hope of regrouping and get out of this crazy place!
"What the!?" Joey stammered to a stop as he witnessed the color thingies and Tristan struggling. "Hey, get - off - my - friend!!"
With that battle cry, Joey was charging down the remaining yards, throwing himself onto the Harpy Lady that held Tristan. The three went down in a pile on the floor. The Harpy Lady that remained upright screamed in frustration as she watched Tristan and her color thing disappear like whips of smoke.
"SISTERS!" she screeched. "THESE ARE PUNNY HUMANS!! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU TWO?!"
"He beat me at Rock-Paper-Scissors," the furtherest way one shrugged guiltily in her sitting position.
"RIP THEM APART!!! IF WE CAN'T EAT THEIR SOULS, THEN NO WILL!!!"
"She's gone psycho!" Joey warned as Tristan untangled himself from the knocked out Harpy Lady. "C'mon, Trist, let's get outta here!"
"Right behind ya!" Tristan ran a step behind Joey.
They had made it half way up the spiraling stairs when all of a sudden the knocked-out Harpy Lady was flying towards them with no style or grace. They did their best to block, but on that narrow staircase, the Harpy Lady ended up smacking Joey upside the head and dragging him down over the railing.
"Hang on Joey!" Tristan ordered as he grabbed onto Joey's shoulder.
"Like there's an option!" Joey snapped back.
"Oaf!" the Harpy Lady hit the ground and woke up. "Oh, what a headache. Hey, what happened? Sister, did you throw me again? You know I hate to be thrown!"
Her complaints went ignored as the psycho Harpy Lady grabbed hold of Joey's ankles and pulled him towards her, using her wings to push her backwards. Tristan pulled harder and Joey started to go his way, but then the Harpy Lady increased her efforts and Joey went closer to her. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Tristan and the Harpy Lady fought over Joey.
"Ow!" Joey cried out. He felt like his arms and legs would be pulled out of their sockets. "I'm going to be a foot taller by the end of this!"
"Joey," Tristan grunted, "I'm going to try something. . ."
"Wha?" an idea clicked his head. "No! You don't know if it'll work!"
But it was too late. Tristan had already let go after giving on last, strong pull on Joey. The Harpy Lady found that there was too much force and not enough time, for a slipped second later, Joey's feet met her face. Down, she fell, seeing stars and lights until a hard, flat stone greeted the back of her head. After that, it was all blackness . . .
"Tristan, I don't know I should kill you or thank you," Joey grumbled as he was helped over the rail by his taller friend, who had a hold of Joey's hands.
"Don't mention it," Tristan grunted back. As soon as Joey had his feet firmly planted on the stairs, he said, "Thanks for helping with that other Harpy Lady. Now, let's get out of here."
Right before they were to exit, the only Harpy Lady that was awake, said in a sullen voice, "I'll beat you at Rock-Paper-Scissors some day, Joey. And when I do, I'll have your soul!"
"Keep dreaming," was Joey's response over his shoulder.
He and Tristan closed the door and locked it with a relieved sighed.
"Joey, you have no taste in girls," Tristan joked.
"Excuse me, Gentlemen," a curt woman's voice behind them caused them to jump. When they turned around, they saw it was the Booker. "I hope you found what you were looking for."
"Um," Tristan started.
There was a big pound on the other side of the door and both Joey and he took off running in a straight path towards the front door, followed by the Booker's scratchy voice.
"No running in the Information Station!"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Hey, Téa, I think I found something," Yugi said from the seat at the computer. Téa had given up after an half of an hour. Clicking link after link and finding another fan site, completely fantasy or an "error" page can be very stressful, even for someone determined as Téa. Yugi had offered, too. "This site is made by a student at a university."
"Well, that's good news," Téa got up from the low-to-the-ground sofa that she and the little dog had been sitting on. The dog, named Brin, apparently didn't think them to be threats after Riverting told her so. With shaggy, black hair, a small body, and a in-no-hurry walk, Téa had almost thought Brin was a big, furry slug. No, just really old.
Téa stood on her knees, making herself eye level with Yugi. "Do you think he's-" Téa caught site of a little picture of the web maker. "Oh, do you think she's the real deal?"
"From what I've read so far, I would think so," Yugi stated. He pushed the mouse up and the page followed him. "See, here's some diagrams of a formula that is suppose to be how a human can travel between worlds."
"Alright, Yugi!" she cheered with renewed hope. "You did it! You found something that acutely might help us!"
"I'll print out all of the information she has on this site," Yugi said.
"Wow, I really hope this site can help us."
"Oh, so you guys actually found something," Riverting's voice spoke from the door way. She had changed her clothes from jeans and a tee-shirt to a sleek baby-blue dress that was simple and plain. Her long, red hair was also pulled back into a pony tail with two small braids that weaved their selves threw the pony tail.
"Hi, Riverting," Yugi and Téa greeted her.
"My mother and step-father are here, and it's customary for you guys to formally meet them," she explained.
"We do the same thing in our world," Téa assured her.
"Great," the other girl's face brighten. "Call my mom 'Mrs. Kienes- Chutzpah' and my step-father is Mr. Chutzpah."
And on that note, Yugi quickly hit the print button and they all went down to meet the parents. Standing close by the table that Riverting had sat upon earlier that day, two smartly dressed individuals stood with straight backs with already judging eyes.
Riverting wished that she had some other clothes to give them to wear, but Téa was a little bit too tall and she didn't think Yugi would like to wear girl's clothes (that's saying if he wasn't too short for them in the first place). Riverting's parents are very judgmental of everyone and Téa's skirt was too short while Yugi's outfit was just too dark and causal. It wasn't until they greeted her parents that Riverting relaxed.
"Good evening, Mrs. Kienes-Chutzpah. Good evening, Mr. Chutzpah," they both said at separate times, bowing each of them. Riverting would've settled for them just getting the names right, but bowing to them was close to calling them royalty.
"I don't approve of these short-noticed visits," her mother said sharply. "If it weren't for the fact that this was school related, neither of you will be here right now."
"And where are the other two?" her step-father asked with the same coldness as the mother had given them.
"At the Information Station, checking out some books for the project," Riverting answered right away.
"Hm," was the judgmental answer from Mr. Chutzpah's response.
At that moment, however, Tristan and Joey came into the house - well, more like rammed down the front door. They were both breathing very hard and rambling non-sense.
" . . . Harpy . . . Ladies . . . . Attack . . ." Tristan started.
". . . Rock-Paper-Scissors . . ." Joey picked up.
" . . . A tug-o-war . . ."
" . . . Escaped . . ."
They stopped when they saw two very disgusted adults, Yugi and Téa completely baffled, and Riverting's horrified look turning her blue in the face.
~ End of Battle ~
A/N: Hey, another cliff hanger! =) Well, sort of. Anyhow, what'd you guys think? Good? Bad? Please let me know! Oh, and I'm going to start responding to your guy's reviews, to answer any questions, comments, or non- sense signings. ^^^
To the reviewers:
Amara (my sis),
Ah, many questions you have! Well, that's understandable. lol. Thank you for giving such a great review! I really appreciate it. =) I'll try to answer those questions of yours. . .
First Question: Was Dark Ring really a card in Yu-Gi-Oh, or was it something you made up?
First Answer: Yep. I don't have all of the cards memorized - I personally think it's too much effort for a game - and so I made it up. Spiffy of me, huh? =)~
Second Question: Will Yugi still be able to duel in your new world? If so, will it be just a regular old card game, or like how it is in the TV series?
Second Answer: Duel Monsters is a game, and anyone with a deck can play anyone else with a deck. However, no one in Riverting's world knows of the game because there is no Ancient Egypt, no monsters, and no fruit baskets with long, slivery hair to make it all into a game. In short, the only time Yugi can play Duel Monsters is if one of his friends will play him.
Katmon,
Thank you! I thought it was a pretty good cliff hanger myself. *glowing with pride until little voice in the back of her head says, "Well, it could've been better if you had-"* Shut up! My story! Leave me alone! *Little Voice, "Geesh, alright, alright already."* Damn straight! . . . . Hmm? Where was I? Oh yeah! lol. Thank you for the review, Katmon! ^^^
TypoNumber5,
Thank you very much, too! The Harpy Lady Sisters are kind of freaky, aren't they? =)~ I hope you liked my version of them. Duel monsters hardly have a personality of their own, so I decided to give some to them.
By Draco Starbo
A/N: Six reviews! Wow! I'm happy. ^___^ Now, am I going to get even more reviews? *hopeful look* Well, I guess I need to update first . . . I'm really sorry about this horrifically long delay, but I'm not very good at battle scenes, so this took a very long time to get down on paper. I really tried to get this done sooner! My sister, Amara, can back me up on this! Right, Sis? *hears silence* (=( Anyhow . . . please tell me what you think of my first battle scene! =D
CHAPTER FIVE: BATTLE
"Hey, maybe they aren't real . . ." Joey quivered. "Maybe they're just holograms, like in the game."
In response, the Harpy Lady to the far right formed an energy ball and threw it right by Joey's head, only a few inches away. A sphere about the size of a basket ball smoked, blacken and charred was the stone.
"AH! So they are real!" Joey spat out quickly, moving a few inches away from the hole. "Tristan, any ideas?"
"Why are you asking me?! You got us in this mess!" Tristan snapped back, too freaked out to do anything but look in shock at the Harpy Lady Sisters, who floated there by flapping their wings, chuckling evilly.
As if those were the secret words, Joey's nervous and scared feelings dropped away, replaced by determination and the need to protect his friend.
"You're right, Tristan, and I'm going to get us out of this!" he stepped forward. "I don't care if you guys were the Red Eyes Blue Dragon, I'm going to kick your-"
"Brave words for a human!" the far right one smirked. "Let's see you put your money where your mouth is!"
It flew at Joey, and in the split second that Joey had time to think, he saw that if he judged to the left, he'd just end up cornered. And if he went right, he'd have more room, but he'd still end up cornered. In the end, all he could was-
"Duck!" he shouted and hit the floor with a big grin on his face as he watched the creature smack into the wall. Rolling out from under her, Joey made a quick insult, "You're too slow!"
"I'll show you who's slow!" she growled, her face more red with anger than the forming bump on her forehead, and grabbed Joey, who found himself in the corner he was trying to avoid in the first place. Throwing him across the room, she screamed, "Slow THIS!!"
"Joey!" Tristan exclaimed as he watched Joey get tossed across the room and slam into a wall.
His blood boiling, Tristan tackled the closest Harpy Sister to him, which was the one on the far left. The two hit the floor with Tristan on top. He tried to jump up and ran to help Joey, but the Harpy Lady who was in the middle and now stood alone, grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him up.
"You humans are really pathetic," she hissed, watching him struggle. "Worthless little creatures - only good enough for our food!"
The Harpy Lady that Tristan had knocked down now got up and ordered, "Hold him still, Sister!"
A faint, eerie-green glow began to form around the Harpy Lady as she chanted in a weird language. The sister of that Harpy Lady held onto Tristan even tighter as he struggled to get out her grasp. It was really amazing with the strength going into her claws that she didn't brake skin on his shoulders. Tristan did his best to kick at the Harpy Lady very slowly advancing on him, but that option was soon taken away as the Harpy Lady holding him wrapped her legs around his. She held herself and Tristan in mid-air by flapping her wings at a slow pace.
Soon the chanting and glowing Harpy Lady was only inches away from Tristan, smiling wickedly. Tristan's sight became slightly blurry as a chestnut color seemed to be pulled over his eyes. He had a feeling in the bottom of his gut that said, "GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!"
"C'mon, Sister! This guy is strong, for a human. And he's heavy!" the Harpy Lady holding Tristan complained.
The approaching Harpy Lady opened her mouth as far as it would go, making a constant "ah" sound as her eerie-green glowing . . . thing touched his chestnut colored thingies. It seemed to Tristan that he was getting slightly weaker, that the chestnut color thing was his energy or something like that . . .
He looked over to Joey, to see if this was really happening and what he saw threw the chestnut haze was more unbelievable than the color thingies. Joey was playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with the other Harpy Lady!
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!" the two said at the same time.
"Paper!" the Harpy Lady shouted.
"Paper!" Joey replied. "Another tie."
"Damnit! Alright, I'm going win this time and then eat your soul!" the Harpy Lady assured herself.
//Not likely, Lady. Hours stuck in the back seat of a car with your little sister with nothing better to do can give you a sense of what the other person is going to play - almost like ESP. Hey, I'm kinda a physic. Man, I'm glad I got the dumbest of the Harpy Lady Sisters.// Joey mentally sighed, knowing that if he had hadn't pointed out how unfair it was to him to be over powered by a clearly stronger being and not have a chance to defend himself, he'd probably be dead by now.
The Harpy Lady had agreed to a game, knowing that if she lost, she'd just eat his soul anyway. She was mostly flattered that this lower being could recognize what a great, strong Harpy she was. Her sisters could take a few pointers from him. What hadn't occurred to her was the possibility that the human was just stalling for time to shake off getting thrown into the wall and formulate a plan of escape.
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Scissors!"
"Scissors!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Scissors!"
"Scissors!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Paper!"
"Paper!"
"Rock . . . Paper . . . Scissors. . . Throw!"
"Rock!"
"Rock! You loose!"
"Wha-?"
Before the Harpy Lady could finish her word, Joey took his fist and swung up to the Lady's chin, sending her backwards a few feet, and flat on her back. With her dazed state, Joey ran over to Tristan in hope of regrouping and get out of this crazy place!
"What the!?" Joey stammered to a stop as he witnessed the color thingies and Tristan struggling. "Hey, get - off - my - friend!!"
With that battle cry, Joey was charging down the remaining yards, throwing himself onto the Harpy Lady that held Tristan. The three went down in a pile on the floor. The Harpy Lady that remained upright screamed in frustration as she watched Tristan and her color thing disappear like whips of smoke.
"SISTERS!" she screeched. "THESE ARE PUNNY HUMANS!! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU TWO?!"
"He beat me at Rock-Paper-Scissors," the furtherest way one shrugged guiltily in her sitting position.
"RIP THEM APART!!! IF WE CAN'T EAT THEIR SOULS, THEN NO WILL!!!"
"She's gone psycho!" Joey warned as Tristan untangled himself from the knocked out Harpy Lady. "C'mon, Trist, let's get outta here!"
"Right behind ya!" Tristan ran a step behind Joey.
They had made it half way up the spiraling stairs when all of a sudden the knocked-out Harpy Lady was flying towards them with no style or grace. They did their best to block, but on that narrow staircase, the Harpy Lady ended up smacking Joey upside the head and dragging him down over the railing.
"Hang on Joey!" Tristan ordered as he grabbed onto Joey's shoulder.
"Like there's an option!" Joey snapped back.
"Oaf!" the Harpy Lady hit the ground and woke up. "Oh, what a headache. Hey, what happened? Sister, did you throw me again? You know I hate to be thrown!"
Her complaints went ignored as the psycho Harpy Lady grabbed hold of Joey's ankles and pulled him towards her, using her wings to push her backwards. Tristan pulled harder and Joey started to go his way, but then the Harpy Lady increased her efforts and Joey went closer to her. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Tristan and the Harpy Lady fought over Joey.
"Ow!" Joey cried out. He felt like his arms and legs would be pulled out of their sockets. "I'm going to be a foot taller by the end of this!"
"Joey," Tristan grunted, "I'm going to try something. . ."
"Wha?" an idea clicked his head. "No! You don't know if it'll work!"
But it was too late. Tristan had already let go after giving on last, strong pull on Joey. The Harpy Lady found that there was too much force and not enough time, for a slipped second later, Joey's feet met her face. Down, she fell, seeing stars and lights until a hard, flat stone greeted the back of her head. After that, it was all blackness . . .
"Tristan, I don't know I should kill you or thank you," Joey grumbled as he was helped over the rail by his taller friend, who had a hold of Joey's hands.
"Don't mention it," Tristan grunted back. As soon as Joey had his feet firmly planted on the stairs, he said, "Thanks for helping with that other Harpy Lady. Now, let's get out of here."
Right before they were to exit, the only Harpy Lady that was awake, said in a sullen voice, "I'll beat you at Rock-Paper-Scissors some day, Joey. And when I do, I'll have your soul!"
"Keep dreaming," was Joey's response over his shoulder.
He and Tristan closed the door and locked it with a relieved sighed.
"Joey, you have no taste in girls," Tristan joked.
"Excuse me, Gentlemen," a curt woman's voice behind them caused them to jump. When they turned around, they saw it was the Booker. "I hope you found what you were looking for."
"Um," Tristan started.
There was a big pound on the other side of the door and both Joey and he took off running in a straight path towards the front door, followed by the Booker's scratchy voice.
"No running in the Information Station!"
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"Hey, Téa, I think I found something," Yugi said from the seat at the computer. Téa had given up after an half of an hour. Clicking link after link and finding another fan site, completely fantasy or an "error" page can be very stressful, even for someone determined as Téa. Yugi had offered, too. "This site is made by a student at a university."
"Well, that's good news," Téa got up from the low-to-the-ground sofa that she and the little dog had been sitting on. The dog, named Brin, apparently didn't think them to be threats after Riverting told her so. With shaggy, black hair, a small body, and a in-no-hurry walk, Téa had almost thought Brin was a big, furry slug. No, just really old.
Téa stood on her knees, making herself eye level with Yugi. "Do you think he's-" Téa caught site of a little picture of the web maker. "Oh, do you think she's the real deal?"
"From what I've read so far, I would think so," Yugi stated. He pushed the mouse up and the page followed him. "See, here's some diagrams of a formula that is suppose to be how a human can travel between worlds."
"Alright, Yugi!" she cheered with renewed hope. "You did it! You found something that acutely might help us!"
"I'll print out all of the information she has on this site," Yugi said.
"Wow, I really hope this site can help us."
"Oh, so you guys actually found something," Riverting's voice spoke from the door way. She had changed her clothes from jeans and a tee-shirt to a sleek baby-blue dress that was simple and plain. Her long, red hair was also pulled back into a pony tail with two small braids that weaved their selves threw the pony tail.
"Hi, Riverting," Yugi and Téa greeted her.
"My mother and step-father are here, and it's customary for you guys to formally meet them," she explained.
"We do the same thing in our world," Téa assured her.
"Great," the other girl's face brighten. "Call my mom 'Mrs. Kienes- Chutzpah' and my step-father is Mr. Chutzpah."
And on that note, Yugi quickly hit the print button and they all went down to meet the parents. Standing close by the table that Riverting had sat upon earlier that day, two smartly dressed individuals stood with straight backs with already judging eyes.
Riverting wished that she had some other clothes to give them to wear, but Téa was a little bit too tall and she didn't think Yugi would like to wear girl's clothes (that's saying if he wasn't too short for them in the first place). Riverting's parents are very judgmental of everyone and Téa's skirt was too short while Yugi's outfit was just too dark and causal. It wasn't until they greeted her parents that Riverting relaxed.
"Good evening, Mrs. Kienes-Chutzpah. Good evening, Mr. Chutzpah," they both said at separate times, bowing each of them. Riverting would've settled for them just getting the names right, but bowing to them was close to calling them royalty.
"I don't approve of these short-noticed visits," her mother said sharply. "If it weren't for the fact that this was school related, neither of you will be here right now."
"And where are the other two?" her step-father asked with the same coldness as the mother had given them.
"At the Information Station, checking out some books for the project," Riverting answered right away.
"Hm," was the judgmental answer from Mr. Chutzpah's response.
At that moment, however, Tristan and Joey came into the house - well, more like rammed down the front door. They were both breathing very hard and rambling non-sense.
" . . . Harpy . . . Ladies . . . . Attack . . ." Tristan started.
". . . Rock-Paper-Scissors . . ." Joey picked up.
" . . . A tug-o-war . . ."
" . . . Escaped . . ."
They stopped when they saw two very disgusted adults, Yugi and Téa completely baffled, and Riverting's horrified look turning her blue in the face.
~ End of Battle ~
A/N: Hey, another cliff hanger! =) Well, sort of. Anyhow, what'd you guys think? Good? Bad? Please let me know! Oh, and I'm going to start responding to your guy's reviews, to answer any questions, comments, or non- sense signings. ^^^
To the reviewers:
Amara (my sis),
Ah, many questions you have! Well, that's understandable. lol. Thank you for giving such a great review! I really appreciate it. =) I'll try to answer those questions of yours. . .
First Question: Was Dark Ring really a card in Yu-Gi-Oh, or was it something you made up?
First Answer: Yep. I don't have all of the cards memorized - I personally think it's too much effort for a game - and so I made it up. Spiffy of me, huh? =)~
Second Question: Will Yugi still be able to duel in your new world? If so, will it be just a regular old card game, or like how it is in the TV series?
Second Answer: Duel Monsters is a game, and anyone with a deck can play anyone else with a deck. However, no one in Riverting's world knows of the game because there is no Ancient Egypt, no monsters, and no fruit baskets with long, slivery hair to make it all into a game. In short, the only time Yugi can play Duel Monsters is if one of his friends will play him.
Katmon,
Thank you! I thought it was a pretty good cliff hanger myself. *glowing with pride until little voice in the back of her head says, "Well, it could've been better if you had-"* Shut up! My story! Leave me alone! *Little Voice, "Geesh, alright, alright already."* Damn straight! . . . . Hmm? Where was I? Oh yeah! lol. Thank you for the review, Katmon! ^^^
TypoNumber5,
Thank you very much, too! The Harpy Lady Sisters are kind of freaky, aren't they? =)~ I hope you liked my version of them. Duel monsters hardly have a personality of their own, so I decided to give some to them.