Disclaimer: I do not own Ryuuji Otogi *notaries threaten to authorize lawsuits of DOOM*. Oh, and I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh either *government seals are lowered, slowly*.
Okay, this is from "A New Game" to "Planned Trap" with a little fixing. I'm hoping NOT everyone has seen the manga and has absolutely no IDEA what I'm writing about. If you have, gomen, I have my excuse in the endnotes.
I'll try to not change the next chapter too much. I've already warned you, I'm mixing the Dubbed, Original Anime, and Manga together in this. I know some of it is entirely wrong, but I'm too busy keeping Otogi-kun in character to care. I might as well put this down as alternate universe, eh? This is the first time I've tried to fit a story into the original plot. Forgive me, mina-san!
One LAST note on the chapter. Before you read, lets all take a quick trip to Pretend Plot Happenings Land. Now, imagine Otogi's game is now just starting to enter circulation; that all contracts have been signed and all that legal stuff *lawyers glare at mention of the law*. Ergo, Otogi is slowly gaining popularity and his father has purchased a game shop in Domino City, SomewhereInJapan. As we continue to be of the mind Otogi-kun has invented D-D-D, we read on to where this little announcement will make more sense after we review and encourage the authoress to publish the third chapter.
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"Awe, don't you look so charming in your school uniform? People may think you're intelligent or something, son."
"I hate it."
"Get over it. The thing's required; there is nothing you can do. But, believe me, the puzzle is worth everything."
"When did I care about the puzzle?"
"Since I came up with this plan. Now go, you don't want to late for class."
"I don't?"
"Just get in the limo, Otogi."
I do as I am told. The driver in the front seat motors the two of us towards Domino High. Through the back window, I watch the front doors to the Black Clown game shop disappear. My father, dressed like a fool, takes a position by the curb and starts blowing up balloons.
That man is really messed up.
"Domino High, sir."
I turn and look out the front window at this announcement. That wasn't a long drive. I could walk to school.
I now see a large building before me. Slow streams of early rising students are dragging their physically asleep bodies to lockers and breakfast counters.
I quickly exit the limo and enter the school. A few students turn to me in curiosity as I look over my schedule. I stand quietly outside my first period, waiting.
My father has set all of this up. He has placed me in a majority of classes with the boy Yuugi Motou. I am to meet him and upstage him. For this reason I have been perfecting my popular dice tricks and my bar betting strategies. I have to make him notice me.
All of yesterday and last night, the man who is my father kept quoting "Know thy enemy" in my ears. It was really, truly annoying. I think I got the picture after an hour and a half, but he kept chanting. In a way, I'm actually glad to be in school right now, even though I'm donning quite an unattractive outfit. I'm relieved for a while to be nowhere near the nutcase.
"Oooh! What's your name?"
I turn to see a little girl watching me. She must be a freshman or something. A few friends back her as well. All are watching me with a crazy, obsessive anxiety. I recognize that look and want to run…fast. After my dice game hit the market and my name became known, I suddenly had fan girls. I've so far learned how to accept them and even use them for things. They are all so willing to do favours; I had trouble believing it at first.
"Ryuuji Otogi."
"Oh, Kami-sama!"
I watch unfazed as the girl promptly passes out right on the spot. Strangely enough, I'm used to this. Such things actually don't bother me. They used to, but not anymore.
"Otogi! Otogi!"
The girl's comrades lovingly drop her in the ground and begin to chant. It's a little awkward, but sadly enough, I'm used to this too. I observe other girls coming up and cooing at me as well. I pose myself attractively on the wall and wait for the bell to ring. At times like this, I feel a strange magnetic pull to my hair. I begin for no reason whatsoever to twirl the black locks fondly.
Finally, a buzzing scream erupts from the overhead speakerphones. I mentally applaud the siren's near resemblance to a bell. It really sounds as more of a fire alarm than anything. I almost don't know whether to walk out into the street or report to my first hour [Hour*s* actually, those liars down in scheduling!]
I enter the classroom while a few self-appointed worshipers follow me. I sit in a random desk while all of them stand around. I'm still waiting for Yuugi. I wonder where he is. I watch the classroom fill with no sign.
"Who's that new kid?"
"Ryuuji Otogi!"
"Ore-sama!"
I glare at the prat who announced that entering the room. Pathetic snob.
"Kami-sama!"
"Oh, my God!"
I listen and smirk, still loving my hair. A short boy with a boringly average face walks up and points at the single die in my free hand.
"Do a trick with die, onegai?"
I look up at him and nod. I pull out a cup from who-knows-where and place different colored dice inside. After a few masterful stimulations of the cubes, I remove the container. All the dice are in a tower and in a simple colour scheme. Many of the girls clap and cheer while the males grown inwardly and scowl at my performance.
There is a loud cacophony of sound from the door. I look up to see a very angry blonde going through some kind of fit. I can't help but wonder if he's ill. Behind him I glimpse a very recognizable figure. I've seen the tri-colored hair many times before on magazine covers and television news.
It's Yuugi Motou, soon to be a victim of his grandfather's crime.
I study to large puzzle now in person. It looks to weigh a lot and cost twice as much. If I didn't have such a rising cash inflow right now, the item would appear much more desirable. The blonde butts in front of my vision, though, now in a very snotty mode like I should be respecting him for something.
"Who are you?"
"Ryuuji Otogi, and you?"
"Jounounchi Katsuya, second runner up in Duelist Kingdom."
"You don't say?"
"Yeah, I guess it is pretty impressive, isn't it?"
I watch his cocky attitude disgusted. What's he so proud about? I'd rather not even try than get second. Seriously, how many people remember the second place?
"My dear Jounounchi, what is the point of second when there's always first?
"Nani?"
"I think you heard me. In reality, I don't recall your name from anything. Maybe second isn't good enough?"
"Maybe your face isn't good enough, are you asking me to rearrange it for you?"
"Good luck. It will probably only be second rate though."
"Urusei!"
"I'd like to see you make me."
The boy growls like a dog. I can't help but smirk at him. He's pathetic.
"I don't hit girls."
"That's good to know. I don't see how violence could shut me up anyhow. You never know, I may feel obliged to scream in agony…or fits of laughter."
"I'm like to hear you scream once I've knocked you out."
I can't help but smirk yet again. If I'm not careful, I'll be overcome with the before mentioned laughter. My little cheerleaders are now chanting my superiority to Jounounchi. Said teen doesn't seem to like this.
"You stuck up brat. Why don't you take those die and shove them up your ass?"
Yuugi looks horrified at this profane suggestion. He is tugging at Jounounchi's coat.
"Jounounchi, please. Otogi is new here."
"His game shop will put your grandfather out of business, Yuugi."
"That's no excuse to be rude."
Jounounchi nods at this and nearly calms down till I add to the conversation.
"Yes, you shouldn't be so uncivilized."
"Maybe you shouldn't be ticking me off?"
"Maybe you, Jounounchi-kun, should learn to hold your tongue?"
"For you, kisama, this is polite."
"Fine, if you're so honorable, lets make a bet."
"Listening."
I smile at this cooperation. This boy is too easy to manipulate.
"Well, maybe if I can get a single die into my hand without ever touching the cup I will place it under; you will do the entire school a favour and shut up for a week."
"You're on! I'll win no matter what. I know you are a not gonna succeed and I'm pretty damn convince you don't have telekinesis."
Yuugi with some friends of his sigh at this announcement of acceptance and sweat drop. I see they have all the reason in the world to do this; their companion is an idiot.
I toss the die into the cup dramatically and pause. Jounounchi watches, sneering, as I invert the container onto the table. He's so sure of himself now and he hasn't even won yet.
"Okay, Otogi, get the die."
"How are you sure I don't already have it?"
"Impossible!"
I shake my head at his frustrated awe. If I do this right, I can easily win.
"Not impossible, my friend, just highly unlikely."
"Very highly."
"And what makes you so confident? I could have the die in my hand right now."
"Prove it."
"Why don't you look under the cup for yourself, Jounounchi?"
"Whatever."
I watch amused as the boy actually grabs the cup and lifts it up. Of course, the die is still there.
"Ha! It's right there."
"I'll take that, thank you."
I reach out calmly and pick up the little cube. I hold it up, mocking the boy.
"Will you look at that? The die is now in my hand. And I never touched the cup!"
"WHAT!"
Jounounchi looks ready to kill me. I laugh at him with my cheer squad at his stupidity.
"That isn't fair! You're a filthy con artist."
"Yes, but as long as I'm winning, it doesn't matter. Now I'd like you to fulfill your part of the bargain and stay quiet, unless you want all the lovely ladies against you."
"Iie, it's my turn for a game."
"Well, if it makes you feel better…."
"Shut up and listen."
I smile at this unperturbed as Jounounchi pulls out a deck of cards. He quickly removes four Aces.
"To play, we each draw a pair of cards. If I get two of the same colour, I win. Easy enough?"
I nod. He hands me the cards to shuffle and I soon spread them over the desk. I grab my own share and Jounounchi follows. I smirk while my opponent scowls.
"Not what you were expecting?"
"I'm just warming up. Now lets play for real."
"If you think it will help…."
Jounounchi hands his cards back and I throw mine in the mix without even looking at them. I shuffle again and make another selection, leaving the rest for him.
"Ace of Spades and Ace of Hearts. What did you get, Jounounchi?"
"Grr…."
"You lost again?"
"No. Rematch."
"I don't think so."
Jounounchi grabs my Aces and starts furiously tossing the cards. I observe his defiant behavior annoyed.
"One more time. This turn I shuf—owe!"
"Silence!"
I watch Jounounchi fall onto the floor as my well-aimed die hits him in the blind spot between his eyes. He lies on the ground stunned for a few seconds.
"You lost, Jounounchi. You cannot say anything for an entire week."
"What—owe! Stop it—hey!"
I shoot two dice in a row as he rambles.
"Quiet."
Jounounchi glares at me but doesn't say a word. His friend's watch sadly at his current state of idiocy.
"Ryuuji Otogi!"
I turn around to see Yuugi. He suddenly appears a lot more like I've seen him on the tele. His disposition is much more intimidating now. I find myself almost cackling at this change.
"Hai, Yuugi Motou?"
"I challenge you to a game to save my friend's honor."
"He needs all the help he can get."
Yuugi scowls at my sarcasm. I just beam confidently at the audience.
"We will use the same four Aces you and Jounounchi had, Otogi. In addition, a Joker will be mixed in as well."
"And this does?"
"We'll take turns pulling Aces. The first to select the Joker loses."
"Interesting. What if you win?"
"Jounounchi will be freed from your constrictions."
"And if I win?"
"I will join my friend in silence."
"That's fine by me."
"Then I'll shuffle the cards."
I glare at him. He is apparently that much smarter than Jounounchi to not let me arrange the deck. I wonder if he is cheating? This crosses my thought because that is exactly what I rely on to win.
I didn't tell you I rigged the blonde boy's game, did I? It was so easy, he was asking for it, letting me shuffle. Apparently Yuugi uses the same tactics as myself.
"I'll draw first."
I glare at this slightly, knowing for sure he is cheating now. He grabs his card, a safe Ace. I resume my confident attitude as he turns to me.
"You're turn, Otogi."
I brush my fingers over the deck and soon present an Ace of Spades with hidden relief. I smirk with false confidence, knowing the Motou is just trying to make me hopeful. Still, maybe he messed up his arrangement?
I cover my doubt with superiority. I smirk and begin mocking him.
"You know, Yuugi, I feel I should be nervous or something, I mean, you are the King of Games."
"Draw."
I frown at this blunt attitude. I opt for the happier Yuugi now. I tilt my eyes in annoyance and grab at a second card, frustrated he hasn't draw the Joker yet. He looks a bit nervous. Maybe he was stupid enough to actually shuffle. There are only two cards now. Maybe I will win? I could draw another Ace and leave him the final Joker.
Or not.
I stare in shock at the smiling face, turned up at me, jubilant in my loss. I blink at it, unbelieving yet knowing it would happen.
"It seems you have just lost, Otogi."
I grimace slightly at his smug attitude.
"Do you want to try again?"
I just stare at him as he shuffles, feeling an immense disappointment. I'm in zero control of this situation unless I can convince him to let me hold the cards. I'm angry but hiding it with everything else. Why should a Motou upstage me?
"Do you want to shuffle this time?"
I snap slightly at this show of good will and begin to glare. He knows he cheated. The win has gone to his head and he thinks not even me shuffling can stop him.
"Yes, you cheated."
Yuugi hands the deck to me without a word. I grab at the offering, a little nervous. Yuugi watches me coldly as I throw the cards into and around each other randomly. I lay them in a pile on the desk and wait for my opponent to draw. I have a surprise for him in the first card.
"Go ahead and draw first, Otogi. You're luck may prove better this time. It's only right. I shuffled and drew, so you should be allowed the same."
My eyes widen in shock as I recall how I have arranged the pile. Everyone watches, waiting for me to draw. It's too late not to fix my error. I lay my hand heavily over the cards and slowly pull one up. I allow my eyes one small glance and I want to scream at the perfection of my card arranging skills.
The Joker's ghastly grin shines up at me. The more I watch it's expression, the more it resembles my father laughing at me. I quietly growl at it and slam the card facedown into the desktop like this violence will change it to some variety of Aces. I know it doesn't. I have officially drawn the losing card.
"You lose again, Otogi, in a fair game."
I loathe the irony in this statement. I think he knows what I've done. He's caught me in my own trap.
I glare at Yuugi in my obvious anger, the one instinct my father has taught me trying to take control. My desire to beat the Motou's is stronger than ever. I can only console my deep disappointment and embarrassment with one thought.
Our next game will be better then this. It will be my own specialty. I know Yuugi cannot play it.
Our next match will be over the playing field of D-D-D.
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Translations:
Kisama – you (vulgar) [In comparison to English "kisama" is pretty much about as well standing as "you bastard" and similar insults. Basically it's a rude version of just "you" that should never be hooted or hollered at others. Many use this word in stories but most fanfic writers will sub bastard with the noun.]
Iie – No
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I know that was actually longer than the first chapter. Like I said, I change a lot of what really happened in the manga and threw in a bit of the Anime/Dubbed. The reason actually is that; since they meant nothing to me at the time, not only did I skim over it, but I gone done and forgot most of the D-D-D volumes my friend translated*hides behind a Dungeon Dice Monsters Anime wall scroll* but I'll try to get the dice battle down, (well, I'll get the monsters and moves down in order, no promises on the dialogue). I'll even throw in Yami no Bakura beating up security guards as a consolation prize for the chapter's pathetic plot. Okay.
Yes, next chapter will have Otogi's messed up version of a father/son moment as in son ditches father in burning game shop.
I don't know one thing though. Does Otogi's father survive the fire? The Manga following the D-D-D arc just goes to Yuugi and Jounounchi dueling in the hospital, and introducing the Egyptian museum exhibit. Otogi is temporarily forgotten there. I don't see why he is in Battle City anyway, or on the blimp. All he does is watch Yami no Bakura duel and sweat drop at Jounounchi-kun's idiocy against Rishido. No mention of his father's condition I caught.
*is reading reviews*
Wow, I don't think I would receive any reviews! Thank you.
I got four remarks. *feels so very proud*
Kazumi Aoi Tenshi – Yes, I can finish it all; I have finished the three chapters.
Pharaoh-Malik-Ishtar – I skimmed your work Please do not be offended, I have not really read a story in months (too busy writing my own ficlets and passing English and various Math Honors). This fic will mostly be Otogi and his attack on the Motou's with his father's inspiration. I can't really plan past that.
eta inu – Really, now; what is the point in reviewing my stories if you severely dislike me so?
The Evil Laugh – I'm writing for someone? Who? I hate you now. TELL ME! I have algebra and I'm not at all afraid to use it! Seriously, I'm putting the math down now. Tell me who you made me write this for and I will try to remain reasonable. [Otogi: Since when were you reasonable?] Ignore Otogi and answer me, soon.
~Ling no Yong~
