A/N: This chapter will have many surprises, many dangers, many, MANY words, and probably a few stunned reviews.
Drake: Which are better or worse than normal reviews?
Alpha: Shut up and go find the monsters, Flame-breath!
Drake: *points* I found one!
Alpha:...................
Disclaimer: Does 4Kids have this much trouble? I bet Gema J. Gall doesn't, either.
Claimer: Take a look around. I own these idiots.
Lara: Except for Drake! *grins evilly, again.*
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All eyes immediately turned to Buster and Yami, the latter looking shocked but eager, the former with his common, mad glint in his eyes.
"Well, that is for tommorrow to determine." Shadi answered the un-asked question: What did Murphy's Law hold for those two?
[AN: Murphy's Law states: Anything that can go wrong, WILL.]
As everyone entered their own room, Yami was surprised to find a visitor.
"Grand-I mean, Mr. Muto?" He asked.
"Call me Grandpa, Yami, you're sort of family too." The wizened duelist said, smiling.
"So, why are you here?" Yami asked, sitting down, and noticing a large box.
"Max sent me here; he felt that you might need my help. And after catching up on things from an old friend, I agree." Grandpa smiled, showing an Ancient Brain card in his hand.
"Thanks, but, not to be rude, how can you help me?" The yami named after his profession asked.
Grandpa picked up the box." When Max realized that he had this in his basement, he sent me over with it."
He opened the box, and Yami gasped. In it was a vast trove of cards, rare, powerful, and several that seemed meant for his deck in general.
"I know you're quite fond of my old deck, but even I agree it needs some modifications, if it's going to win this tournament."
Yami smiled." Thank you. But I think I'll wait until after this next match to change things. My opponent is one I definatly want to bring down...."
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Drake groaned as he nursed several bruises and cuts.
While the Skull Warrior and Performance of Sword were up for the battle, a certain demon named Charka wanted a little more proof before she joined the team.
*And the proof would be, by law, that you can take as much as you can talk.* Lance said, perfectly happy that he felt no pain.
*Yugi gets Superman; Bakura gets Lord Voldemort; Lara gets her long-lost sister; my dad got Sauron, evil eye included; what do I get for a Yami? The long-lost son of Jerry Springer and Krillin.*
*How-?*
*Anything is possible with Jerry Springer.*
*I still resent that.*
Suddenly, Drake tensed. He felt another surge of Millenium power.
*It's coming from the tournament! Something really bad must be coming.* Lance said.
*Then let's get over there!* Drake said, taking flight.
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*What's the plan? It IS possible to beat the guy, right?* Buster asked uncertainly.
*Highly possible. His deck may be potent, and his skill too great to mention, but every deck has some weakness.* Zera said, grinning evilly. *Oh, this will be so sweet. Ever since my crushing defeat against him, I have been aching for eons to crush HIS dignity!*
*You've fought him before?* Buster said, amazed.
*Five thousand years ago, in a memorable duel, with my duelist being one I was certain could prevail over all! And he did prevail over all, eventually. However, there was one fool who defeated him, one buffoon who's insolance might have ruined it all.*
Here, the Divine Fiend scowled. *He defeated me and my duelist, and almost prevented my master's takeover. But that is ancient history, and my old leader long since vanished.*
The fusion of the cruel souls stood up, gripping their hands.
*And today, you and I will receive my dues, and once again, the only threat to my takeover will be finished!*
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Lara gasped as she heard a tapping at her window. She gasped again when she opened it to find....
"Drake?!" She said, confused as he collapsed.
"Deserts*pant* suck." He said as he spit some sand from his mouth, and changed back to normal.
Drake looked up, and immediately wished he had timed his arrival better.
*Drake, you potential perv, I'm proud!* Drake ignored his yami as his face blended with his red hair.
Lara had obviously just gotten out of the shower, judging by the short towel she had wrapped around herself.
"Umm, n-n-n-nice to see you b-b-b-b-back, Drake!" Lara said, her face every bit as red as his.
Drake turned around and fanned his face. " I'll,,um, b..b.be in m..m.my room.." He stuttered, walking shakily to the door and nearly bumping into things.
"You're going to have to peel that burn off later.* Lance joked as Drake laid down in his own room, eyes sort of glazed.
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*Umm, you still there?* Lance asked fifteen minutes later, with Drake still unresponsive.
*I had forgotten how beautiful she was,"Drake sighed.* When she...um...*
*Ah yes; those fond memories of enthralling summer pool parties, with her wide range of slightly seductive swimsuits, nearly fainting when her W.E.T. radiance crossed your blessed eyes!*
*And her silky hair: so dark, so controlling.* Drake crooned, his eyes filled with adoration.
*You really are obsessed.* Lance sighed.
*Yes.* Drake admitted, trying and failing not to sigh again.*I often wonder if it's possible to love too much.*
Lance said nothing. In his Soul Room, he saw Drake, happily laying on a bed; he was dozing off.
He looked around his own room. While Drake's was filled with many dragon-related things[as well as some holes in the wall, where Drake had pulled down some VERY interesting Lara posters, which Lance had evilly nailed.], Lance's room was filled with darkness.
He had very little in there: a few stone sculptures, perfected through obssessive detailing, a simple bed with a too-thin blanket, and a large painting on the wall, he had nothing.
He looked at the painting, which he often did. It showed a beautiful, smiling, radiant woman, wearing Egyptian robes, with soft purple hair lined with gold flapping in the wind.
He had painted it himself. 5000 years ago.
"I can never let Drake know." He whispered, hearing his Hikari's quiet, happy breathing.
The ancient dragon-loving warrior sighed, though his held none of Drake's bliss.
{I failed.} He thought, trying to sleep on his cot-like bed.{And my failure did more than cause my embarrassment...much more.}
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Lance Agni, of the Bahamut bloodline, readied himself for battle.
His Loyal Protectors, or L.P., stood behind him, ready for the following battle to begin.
Wearing a heavy soldier's helm, to cover his appearance and protect his loved one, Prima, he called out in a loud, disguised voice,"As the Pharoah's loyal servent, I will defeat you, traitor!"
He leered in revulsion at Sepiroth, who had once been his great friend, and the Pharaoh's High Priest.
He summoned his Winged Dragon, whose Fireball destroyed his foe's Lord of Zemia.
He then sneered as his one of his foe's six Loyal Protectors dissapeared, to the Shadow Realm. [LP:6]
The dirty scoundrel growled, and summoned a spellcaster, La Jinn.
Lance was ready though. He hit the ground with his staff, and his trap sprang, nullifying the attack.
"And now I summon my Fairy Dragon, and cast the ancient spell, Fuse!"
Hearing his LPs chants, he raised his staff again, and his two dragons merged into the legendary Kaiser Dragon.
"Attack the traitor with your Blazing Inferno!" He commanded, and La Jinn was blasted away.
His opponant now had no LPs, only himself.
{And that will soon be corrected!} He mentally spat, furious.
He was shocked, however, when he found the coward laughing, as two of his monsters suddenly dissapeared in a flash of light, and were replaced with....
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Lance snapped awake.
He tried to pound his fist as quietly as possible onto his hard matress, but Drake woke up.
Then again, it might have been the fact that Lara, wearing a green bathrobe that matched her eyes, entered.
Lance gave control back to Drake, who smiled. "I'm sorry again. I have really lousy timing."
"It's alright," Lara giggled, sitting down next to him. "I was about to dry off, anyway."
With effort, Drake kept his face a light pink. "I heard your duel with Keith went well."
"Yeah, it was great!" Lara said, pumping her fist into the air. "That second Blue Eyes you gave me might be the reason I won it, too!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't see it," he said, blushing. "I got sort of...delayed."
At that moment, the both of them yawned.
"That's a good habit to get into," Lara sighed as she hugged him sleepily. "Coming back just when I really need you."
She nearly fell asleep right there. Since she had gotten back to him, this was the longest she had gone without being in his arms.
Drake kissed her softly, and she gave up the battle for weariness.
Not embarrassed in the least, Drake dozed off again, too.
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Everyone was at the top seats the next day, eagerly waiting for Yami and Buster's podiums to arrive, so they could see the duel.
"What happened to him?" Shade asked, actually getting her Scales to work for a split-second.
Lara blushed, then sat down, putting an unconscious Drake in the seat next to her.
Apparently, Lance decided to work off his foul mood by moving Drake and Lara under the blankets, before they got cold.
While this may have seemed sweet to Prima, Drake's face had "accidentally" gotten a little too close to Lara.
Waking up to find his face inches from her chest, and her robe slipped slightly lower, Drake's head had come into contact with the ceiling.
"It's time!" Lara said. Drake snapped awake.
The two podiums came up, and Buster sneered. "I hope you're up for the challenge, pretty boy, because I'm going to make your future poster shoots painful!"(Lyz: DIE, BUSTER! *grabs the WHACKUM STICK*)
"Quite some talk for a 'man' with a dirty mop on his head!" Yami countered.
"Psshh, whatever." Buster shrugged. "You're not going to be around once this is over, anyway."
"What do you mean?" Yami demanded.
Buster smirked. "According to the ancient customs, if one duelist wishes to wager Millenium Items on a duel, both duelists must! And I, for one, DO."
Yami stepped back, and most of the crowd was shocked.
"But, if Yami loses the Puzzle, he won't exist!" Yugi said, scared.
"Do I care?" Buster asked.(Lyz: *grabs WHACKUM STICK...again........WHAM!*) "This also has an added bonus for me: in ancient duels, the winner was allowed to take one card from the loser. Your loss will be my gain!" He mocked.
"Perhaps," Yami said, that cryptic look on his face. "But alternately, if I win your namesake card will be mine!"
"Don't count on it," the dark teen spat. "This is about to be the end of you!"
*And the beginning of me!* Zera cackled. *With the Puzzle's power, I will not require the armor. I will instantly be reborn, and the worlds shall fall to my power!*
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In the real world, a man was desperately searching throughout a maze.
Keeping his right hand to the side at all times, he ran, hoping what he believed wasn't true.
He was short, barely as tall as Yugi once was, and he had strange blue skin, with large cartoonish-eyes. He was dressed in modern archeological clothes, a contrast to his usual Egyptian robes.
He reached his destination, and cried out in fear.
"It's gone!" He shouted, frustrated. The empty room was bleak and dark, completely vacant.
"I can only hope there is time to prevent the chain from starting!" The man said, holding up five cards.
"I call on the Forbidden One's might to take me to the Realm of Shadows!" He cried, his voice magnified by speaking the words.
He disappeared, and the room remained empty.
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"I summon Silver Fang, in attack mode!" Yami called. [1200/800]
The pure white wolf appeared, snarling.
Buster drew. "I'll counter that wussy canine with my Three-Headed Geedo, in defense mode!" [1200/1400]
A green, alienoid monster appeared, its six black eyes glaring at the Silver Fang.
"All you can do is defend? Pitiful." Yami said, playing another card. (Lyz: *suddenly stops whacking Buster with the WHACKUM STICK and squeals*)
"No, don't-!" Drake started, seeing the card, but it was too late.
"Blackland Fire Dragon!" [1500/800]
The dragon was a perfect replica of what most people thought of dragons: Green, scaley, with large wings, horns, and gleaming yellow eyes.
"Aimless Flame!" Yami commanded, knowing how the dragon was almost blind, due to living in the dark so long.
It's fire burnt the triple-headed monster to ashes.
"Perfect," Buster said, drawing a card." First, I play the rare magic card, Cell of Confining Darkness!"
"The heck-?" Yami said, before his creatures were surrounded by a cage made of black energy.
"I possess many rare cards that are sort of "re-colors" of their counterparts," Buster answered slyly. "Take a guess what this is based after!"
"Swords of Revealing Light," Yami muttered.
"Correct! And now, behold the dangerous Man-Eating Treasure Chest!" Buster grinned. [1600/1000]
The Man-Eating Treasure Chest was just an ordinary purple chest, filled with jewels. Except, of course, that one of the jewels was suspiciously pink and moist.
"Attack!" Buster commanded.
The chest suddenly leaped at the Dragon, and through the cage, clamped down hard.
The dragon let out a roar as it disappeared.
Yami grunted; this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. [LP:1900]
{Perfect!} Buster thought mirthfully.{I've already damaged his LP, and by killing that dragon, I've completed the first step to my strategy!}
He grinned as he glanced at his hand:Brain Control, Polymerization, Sangan, and Buster Blader.
{All I need is for him to bring out his Dark Magician!} The dragon-hater schemed,{and then, he and everyone elseo will know exactly why I'm wagering this card!}
The crowd tensed as Yami drew his next card, but Buster remained confident.
{This will all end soon.}
{You have no idea.} Zera whispered, eyes narrowing.
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A/N: Yep, I'm doing it. This chapter's so long, I'm making it a Multi-Part thingy, just like the show does! Keep in touch, readers, this duel will get intense!
Drake: Which are better or worse than normal reviews?
Alpha: Shut up and go find the monsters, Flame-breath!
Drake: *points* I found one!
Alpha:...................
Disclaimer: Does 4Kids have this much trouble? I bet Gema J. Gall doesn't, either.
Claimer: Take a look around. I own these idiots.
Lara: Except for Drake! *grins evilly, again.*
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All eyes immediately turned to Buster and Yami, the latter looking shocked but eager, the former with his common, mad glint in his eyes.
"Well, that is for tommorrow to determine." Shadi answered the un-asked question: What did Murphy's Law hold for those two?
[AN: Murphy's Law states: Anything that can go wrong, WILL.]
As everyone entered their own room, Yami was surprised to find a visitor.
"Grand-I mean, Mr. Muto?" He asked.
"Call me Grandpa, Yami, you're sort of family too." The wizened duelist said, smiling.
"So, why are you here?" Yami asked, sitting down, and noticing a large box.
"Max sent me here; he felt that you might need my help. And after catching up on things from an old friend, I agree." Grandpa smiled, showing an Ancient Brain card in his hand.
"Thanks, but, not to be rude, how can you help me?" The yami named after his profession asked.
Grandpa picked up the box." When Max realized that he had this in his basement, he sent me over with it."
He opened the box, and Yami gasped. In it was a vast trove of cards, rare, powerful, and several that seemed meant for his deck in general.
"I know you're quite fond of my old deck, but even I agree it needs some modifications, if it's going to win this tournament."
Yami smiled." Thank you. But I think I'll wait until after this next match to change things. My opponent is one I definatly want to bring down...."
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Drake groaned as he nursed several bruises and cuts.
While the Skull Warrior and Performance of Sword were up for the battle, a certain demon named Charka wanted a little more proof before she joined the team.
*And the proof would be, by law, that you can take as much as you can talk.* Lance said, perfectly happy that he felt no pain.
*Yugi gets Superman; Bakura gets Lord Voldemort; Lara gets her long-lost sister; my dad got Sauron, evil eye included; what do I get for a Yami? The long-lost son of Jerry Springer and Krillin.*
*How-?*
*Anything is possible with Jerry Springer.*
*I still resent that.*
Suddenly, Drake tensed. He felt another surge of Millenium power.
*It's coming from the tournament! Something really bad must be coming.* Lance said.
*Then let's get over there!* Drake said, taking flight.
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*What's the plan? It IS possible to beat the guy, right?* Buster asked uncertainly.
*Highly possible. His deck may be potent, and his skill too great to mention, but every deck has some weakness.* Zera said, grinning evilly. *Oh, this will be so sweet. Ever since my crushing defeat against him, I have been aching for eons to crush HIS dignity!*
*You've fought him before?* Buster said, amazed.
*Five thousand years ago, in a memorable duel, with my duelist being one I was certain could prevail over all! And he did prevail over all, eventually. However, there was one fool who defeated him, one buffoon who's insolance might have ruined it all.*
Here, the Divine Fiend scowled. *He defeated me and my duelist, and almost prevented my master's takeover. But that is ancient history, and my old leader long since vanished.*
The fusion of the cruel souls stood up, gripping their hands.
*And today, you and I will receive my dues, and once again, the only threat to my takeover will be finished!*
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Lara gasped as she heard a tapping at her window. She gasped again when she opened it to find....
"Drake?!" She said, confused as he collapsed.
"Deserts*pant* suck." He said as he spit some sand from his mouth, and changed back to normal.
Drake looked up, and immediately wished he had timed his arrival better.
*Drake, you potential perv, I'm proud!* Drake ignored his yami as his face blended with his red hair.
Lara had obviously just gotten out of the shower, judging by the short towel she had wrapped around herself.
"Umm, n-n-n-nice to see you b-b-b-b-back, Drake!" Lara said, her face every bit as red as his.
Drake turned around and fanned his face. " I'll,,um, b..b.be in m..m.my room.." He stuttered, walking shakily to the door and nearly bumping into things.
"You're going to have to peel that burn off later.* Lance joked as Drake laid down in his own room, eyes sort of glazed.
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*Umm, you still there?* Lance asked fifteen minutes later, with Drake still unresponsive.
*I had forgotten how beautiful she was,"Drake sighed.* When she...um...*
*Ah yes; those fond memories of enthralling summer pool parties, with her wide range of slightly seductive swimsuits, nearly fainting when her W.E.T. radiance crossed your blessed eyes!*
*And her silky hair: so dark, so controlling.* Drake crooned, his eyes filled with adoration.
*You really are obsessed.* Lance sighed.
*Yes.* Drake admitted, trying and failing not to sigh again.*I often wonder if it's possible to love too much.*
Lance said nothing. In his Soul Room, he saw Drake, happily laying on a bed; he was dozing off.
He looked around his own room. While Drake's was filled with many dragon-related things[as well as some holes in the wall, where Drake had pulled down some VERY interesting Lara posters, which Lance had evilly nailed.], Lance's room was filled with darkness.
He had very little in there: a few stone sculptures, perfected through obssessive detailing, a simple bed with a too-thin blanket, and a large painting on the wall, he had nothing.
He looked at the painting, which he often did. It showed a beautiful, smiling, radiant woman, wearing Egyptian robes, with soft purple hair lined with gold flapping in the wind.
He had painted it himself. 5000 years ago.
"I can never let Drake know." He whispered, hearing his Hikari's quiet, happy breathing.
The ancient dragon-loving warrior sighed, though his held none of Drake's bliss.
{I failed.} He thought, trying to sleep on his cot-like bed.{And my failure did more than cause my embarrassment...much more.}
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Lance Agni, of the Bahamut bloodline, readied himself for battle.
His Loyal Protectors, or L.P., stood behind him, ready for the following battle to begin.
Wearing a heavy soldier's helm, to cover his appearance and protect his loved one, Prima, he called out in a loud, disguised voice,"As the Pharoah's loyal servent, I will defeat you, traitor!"
He leered in revulsion at Sepiroth, who had once been his great friend, and the Pharaoh's High Priest.
He summoned his Winged Dragon, whose Fireball destroyed his foe's Lord of Zemia.
He then sneered as his one of his foe's six Loyal Protectors dissapeared, to the Shadow Realm. [LP:6]
The dirty scoundrel growled, and summoned a spellcaster, La Jinn.
Lance was ready though. He hit the ground with his staff, and his trap sprang, nullifying the attack.
"And now I summon my Fairy Dragon, and cast the ancient spell, Fuse!"
Hearing his LPs chants, he raised his staff again, and his two dragons merged into the legendary Kaiser Dragon.
"Attack the traitor with your Blazing Inferno!" He commanded, and La Jinn was blasted away.
His opponant now had no LPs, only himself.
{And that will soon be corrected!} He mentally spat, furious.
He was shocked, however, when he found the coward laughing, as two of his monsters suddenly dissapeared in a flash of light, and were replaced with....
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Lance snapped awake.
He tried to pound his fist as quietly as possible onto his hard matress, but Drake woke up.
Then again, it might have been the fact that Lara, wearing a green bathrobe that matched her eyes, entered.
Lance gave control back to Drake, who smiled. "I'm sorry again. I have really lousy timing."
"It's alright," Lara giggled, sitting down next to him. "I was about to dry off, anyway."
With effort, Drake kept his face a light pink. "I heard your duel with Keith went well."
"Yeah, it was great!" Lara said, pumping her fist into the air. "That second Blue Eyes you gave me might be the reason I won it, too!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't see it," he said, blushing. "I got sort of...delayed."
At that moment, the both of them yawned.
"That's a good habit to get into," Lara sighed as she hugged him sleepily. "Coming back just when I really need you."
She nearly fell asleep right there. Since she had gotten back to him, this was the longest she had gone without being in his arms.
Drake kissed her softly, and she gave up the battle for weariness.
Not embarrassed in the least, Drake dozed off again, too.
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Everyone was at the top seats the next day, eagerly waiting for Yami and Buster's podiums to arrive, so they could see the duel.
"What happened to him?" Shade asked, actually getting her Scales to work for a split-second.
Lara blushed, then sat down, putting an unconscious Drake in the seat next to her.
Apparently, Lance decided to work off his foul mood by moving Drake and Lara under the blankets, before they got cold.
While this may have seemed sweet to Prima, Drake's face had "accidentally" gotten a little too close to Lara.
Waking up to find his face inches from her chest, and her robe slipped slightly lower, Drake's head had come into contact with the ceiling.
"It's time!" Lara said. Drake snapped awake.
The two podiums came up, and Buster sneered. "I hope you're up for the challenge, pretty boy, because I'm going to make your future poster shoots painful!"(Lyz: DIE, BUSTER! *grabs the WHACKUM STICK*)
"Quite some talk for a 'man' with a dirty mop on his head!" Yami countered.
"Psshh, whatever." Buster shrugged. "You're not going to be around once this is over, anyway."
"What do you mean?" Yami demanded.
Buster smirked. "According to the ancient customs, if one duelist wishes to wager Millenium Items on a duel, both duelists must! And I, for one, DO."
Yami stepped back, and most of the crowd was shocked.
"But, if Yami loses the Puzzle, he won't exist!" Yugi said, scared.
"Do I care?" Buster asked.(Lyz: *grabs WHACKUM STICK...again........WHAM!*) "This also has an added bonus for me: in ancient duels, the winner was allowed to take one card from the loser. Your loss will be my gain!" He mocked.
"Perhaps," Yami said, that cryptic look on his face. "But alternately, if I win your namesake card will be mine!"
"Don't count on it," the dark teen spat. "This is about to be the end of you!"
*And the beginning of me!* Zera cackled. *With the Puzzle's power, I will not require the armor. I will instantly be reborn, and the worlds shall fall to my power!*
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In the real world, a man was desperately searching throughout a maze.
Keeping his right hand to the side at all times, he ran, hoping what he believed wasn't true.
He was short, barely as tall as Yugi once was, and he had strange blue skin, with large cartoonish-eyes. He was dressed in modern archeological clothes, a contrast to his usual Egyptian robes.
He reached his destination, and cried out in fear.
"It's gone!" He shouted, frustrated. The empty room was bleak and dark, completely vacant.
"I can only hope there is time to prevent the chain from starting!" The man said, holding up five cards.
"I call on the Forbidden One's might to take me to the Realm of Shadows!" He cried, his voice magnified by speaking the words.
He disappeared, and the room remained empty.
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"I summon Silver Fang, in attack mode!" Yami called. [1200/800]
The pure white wolf appeared, snarling.
Buster drew. "I'll counter that wussy canine with my Three-Headed Geedo, in defense mode!" [1200/1400]
A green, alienoid monster appeared, its six black eyes glaring at the Silver Fang.
"All you can do is defend? Pitiful." Yami said, playing another card. (Lyz: *suddenly stops whacking Buster with the WHACKUM STICK and squeals*)
"No, don't-!" Drake started, seeing the card, but it was too late.
"Blackland Fire Dragon!" [1500/800]
The dragon was a perfect replica of what most people thought of dragons: Green, scaley, with large wings, horns, and gleaming yellow eyes.
"Aimless Flame!" Yami commanded, knowing how the dragon was almost blind, due to living in the dark so long.
It's fire burnt the triple-headed monster to ashes.
"Perfect," Buster said, drawing a card." First, I play the rare magic card, Cell of Confining Darkness!"
"The heck-?" Yami said, before his creatures were surrounded by a cage made of black energy.
"I possess many rare cards that are sort of "re-colors" of their counterparts," Buster answered slyly. "Take a guess what this is based after!"
"Swords of Revealing Light," Yami muttered.
"Correct! And now, behold the dangerous Man-Eating Treasure Chest!" Buster grinned. [1600/1000]
The Man-Eating Treasure Chest was just an ordinary purple chest, filled with jewels. Except, of course, that one of the jewels was suspiciously pink and moist.
"Attack!" Buster commanded.
The chest suddenly leaped at the Dragon, and through the cage, clamped down hard.
The dragon let out a roar as it disappeared.
Yami grunted; this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. [LP:1900]
{Perfect!} Buster thought mirthfully.{I've already damaged his LP, and by killing that dragon, I've completed the first step to my strategy!}
He grinned as he glanced at his hand:Brain Control, Polymerization, Sangan, and Buster Blader.
{All I need is for him to bring out his Dark Magician!} The dragon-hater schemed,{and then, he and everyone elseo will know exactly why I'm wagering this card!}
The crowd tensed as Yami drew his next card, but Buster remained confident.
{This will all end soon.}
{You have no idea.} Zera whispered, eyes narrowing.
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A/N: Yep, I'm doing it. This chapter's so long, I'm making it a Multi-Part thingy, just like the show does! Keep in touch, readers, this duel will get intense!