PROLOGUE

All the event in this chapter occur in ancient egypt.

(_)- anything between () are thoughts of the character Tyrone.

*- Tyrone's number one phrase that he uses all the time

YUGIOH:

REVOLUTION

Chapter 2: Gangstas in Ancient Egypt

Tyrone opened his eyes and looked up into the sky. It was a nice clear day with a few clouds, much like the one that was in the present. But when he got up, he could tell that he was no longer in North Carolina. There was nothing but barren land all around him and he could see that afar off, there was smoke. Something was obviously burning, and he could only wonder what it was. He got up forgetting everything that had previously happened and went to see what was burning.

He only had to walk a few footsteps to find out that it was an entire village on fire. People were running and screaming all over the village and it was a scene of utter chaos. There was no one there to put the fire out, nor was there a river nearby that the inhabitants could use to put the fire out. Unlike Doo Doo, Tyrone felt compassion upon the people, a feeling that he normally hid. He wanted to help them as much as he could, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. He would only get himself killed. He even tried yelling "Stop, drop, and roll!" but no on listened.

"Ha Ha Ha! How do you like it Freed," sniveled a voice. "This is the power my Master has, he decides who lives and who dies in Egypt. If you are truly a monster, than you will enjoy every moment of these humans suffering. Do not let that human appearance you have fool you."

"Egypt..." I repeated.

(It can't be! No, I'm in North Carolina, and there is no burning village. That rip in the sky, it was just...)

Tyrone stopped himself.

(Just what? I don't even know.)

But he did know that he wanted to know how he could get home. He walked closer toward the flame behind which the two people were talking.

"Sangan, how dare you allow this to happen? This world is not ours, but the humans that dwell here. We have no right to destroy what is not ours. I will command the troops that King Yami has given me so that I can stop all monsters that try to take the lives of those that habit Egypt," Freed, the other voice, responded.

"Ha Ha Ha!" laughed Sangan. "Freed the Matchless General... isn't that the title that the great King Yami himself gave to you. Ha, your nothing compared to my Master, and if he sees it fit, you will die here and now."

Tyrone crept past the flame that was behind the two and got a good look at them. By taking a good look at the two, he could figure out who was who. Sangan had to be the little brown that looked like a hairball with green arms and legs and three eyes. Freed had to be the tall blonde one with blue eyes and clad in armor.

Freed the Matchless General sheathed his sword and pointed it directly at the top middle eye of Sangan.

"I have a message for your Master that you can give him in hell!" cried the general.

Freed lifted his sword above his head and brought it down with great speed, skill, and power. Sangan only smirked as he lifted one hand pointed at the sword.

"I use the magic spell, Curse of Fiend!" shouted Sangan.

(What the hell? A spell! Damn fiend!)

Freed stabbed his sword into the ground and bended down on one knee. He felt as if all his energy had been sapped from him and he was defenseless.

"What did you do to me?" demanded Freed, infuriated.

"My spell Curse of Fiend makes you defenseless and gives me the determination that you had behind my attack. How do you like it?" sneered Sangan.

Freed's fustrated look turned into a wide grin.

"Do you really think that your pathetic attack could help you defeat me. I doubt you could even make a dent in my armor, hairball."

Sangan started grumbling, but then shook it off and opened his mouth and Tyrone could see an energy beam being created.

"I have to help him..." Tyrone told himself aloud. "This guys not like the other one. He cares what happens to this world and maybe this King Yami could help me get back to North Carolina. They might even put me on the news for this!"

"Who the hell is that?" roared Sangan.

Tyrone made a scared face as he saw Sangan looking at him with infuriated eyes. Sangan clenched his fist with deep hatred just for the fact that Tyrone was a human and opened his mouth wider.

"Die human," Sangan said coldly.

"I told you to go to hell!" screamed Freed.

His echo went throughout the village and nothing else could be heard. Not even the sound of Freed's still blade being stabbed into the back of Sangan. Afterwards, Freed startede breathing hard, feeling the effects of Sangan's spell even more. Tyrone ran over to Freed and tried to help him up.



"I'm sorry that you had to waste all of your energy on saving me (yeah right). If you can tell me where the nearest hospital is, I can take you to it," Tyrone said to Freed.

"A hospital? What's that? Look, just take me to the nursing facility in the temple," Freed replied.

"And where's the temple at?" asked Tyrone.

"How could you not know? Now that I think about it, you have on some pretty wierd clothes. You're not a Persian are you? Look, King Yami doesn't have time for an attack right now!" answered Freed.

"Now, I'm an American!"

"A what? Are you with the Vikings? Look, King Yami doesn't have time for you either. Egypt doesn't even have time for you either."

"No, I'm an American. Look, I'll explain it on the way, just tell me how to get to the temple."

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Doo Doo jumped up, looked around, and the first thing he said was "Man, I have to stop getting high on such a regular basis!"

He took a good look around and he realized that he had been laying in a big crater. He walked around the crater until he saw two bodies laying down.

"Yep, I knew Debo put some stuff in dat weed. I must be on that good shit if there's a guy here with Sonic the Hedgehog on his head and a white man in goofy clothes. Lord, if you get me out of this hullicination, I'll kick the habit... for a few weeks... okay days... maybe hours..." Doo Doo tried to reason.

Yami started moaning then looked up at Yami. He looked at Doo Doo's black Fat Albert shirt and black du-rag and let out a scream.

"What the hell! We're going through famine, we don't have time to give water to idiots who going around attracting heat to themselves. Take those hot garments off!" commanded Yami.

"Wigga, dis herre is my gearre. You just don't ask me to take it off like dat, homey."

"You must be a hebrew..." mumbled Yami.

"What the hell did you call me!" shouted Doo Doo.

"Hey Yam, what's up with all the racket?" questioned Jonouchi just waking up.

"Strings seems to be gone. I guess the power of my Summon Skull's attack did do the trick, but the new problem is this hebrew. He seems to have a problem with my laws."

"Just leave it to me, Yam."

"What then, WIGGA!"

Jonouchi jumped up and he and Doo Doo started fist fighting. Jonouchi managed to get a right hand in, but then Doo Doo unleashed a barrage of right hands right in Jonouchi's jaw. Jonouchi fell back with a bleeding lip.

"See wigga, I grew up in the bronx, then came to North Kakkalaki. I'm pimpin in dis bitch, don't even try to compare. Get back up pussy, so I can knock the shit out of you. Get up, punk!"

"That's enough, slave!" hollered Yami. "I call upon the Swords of Revealing Light!"

Yami stretched out both arms. The began to glow with a magnificent yellow light and the light took the shape of a sword.

"Woah, special effects! Now I now I'm on the good shit!"

"No, Yam. It's time that I show you my summoner skills and prove to you that I'm worthy to be one of your followers. I'll summon a monster strong enough to destroy this rebellious slave!"

"Bring it on!" exclaimed Doo Doo.

"Alright then! I summon from the depths of the Shadow Realm a powerful monster known only as the Flaming Swordsman," called Jonouchi, lefting up his hands.

Jonouchi used his Shadow Energy to summon a stone tablet from the ground that was taller than he and Doo. The tablet had on it a picture of a monster that he called the flaming Swordsman. The swordsman came out of the tablet, wearing a blue and orange gown with a big burning sword. Jonouchi smiled, pleased with his monster.

"Ha! A guy in a dress and a goofy hat that coems out of a stone tablet. Now this is a wierd hallucination," said Doo Doo, not bothering to think that this might be real.

"Flaming Swordsman, attack the slave!"

The swordsman jumped up and came down with his sword burning. Doo Doo just looked up stupidly not bothering to care what was happening, until he felt the heat coming from the sword. Once Doo Doo felt that heat and jumped out of the way.

"Hey no fair! You know niggas don't like heat!"

"Wait, Jonouchi! What the hell is a nigga, slave?"

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Interesting, huh. Sorry to leave at such a point in the story, but I had to go. But out of the kindness of my heart, I will give you a few details of what happens in the next chapter:

It seems Freed and Tyrone meet Yami at the great temple. Doo Doo is in prison, but gets out when everyone realizes that they still haven't found Julie. Yami, Tyrone, Jonouchi, Doo Doo, and Freed decide to check out a rumor about a new villain having a strange girl hostage and find that Julie is trapped by in a grueling dillema.