"Martin, this is great! Four star chips! Only six more to go. And if it
is as easy as the last duel was we'll be there soon," exclaimed Justice.
Martin's smile widened.
"What time is it?" she asked Martin.
"Late afternoon," he replied quietly.
"If this keeps up we can get one more duel in before the day is over," said Justice, "I think we should continue to wait here. I like the seclusion." Martin nodded in approval, then remember she couldn't see his answer. So he quietly said yes.
The two hung around near the brook for almost two hours without another person approaching. Justice was getting bored. She took off her shoes and dangled her feet in the brook. She heard Martin do the same. Justice got a little frustrated with him. She wished that she was actually able to carry on a conversation with him, but he was to shy. She shrugged and they both kept quiet with their own thoughts.
Justice could feel the ocean breeze cooling down and she knew it would be night soon. She was about to get Martin and start setting up camp. They didn't have a tent or anything so setting up camp would be easy. Each had their own blanket, so all they had to do was lay them on the ground.
"We could always start dinner," thought Justice. She suddenly realized that no provisions had been made for the duelists. They were on their own for food. She wished she had saved more snacks from the boat.
"Well, at least if it rains we can camp under the bridge," thought Justice as she explored there. There was a full five feet of land under the bridge before the brook.
Justice froze. She heard footsteps approaching. It sounded like a large group of people. She wasn't sure how many. They seemed to be caught up in some conversation. Justice was able to pick out several male voices.
"Martin, come on," whispered Justice, "It's show time." Justice scrambled for her walking stick and barely froze in position when the group entered the clearing.
"Hey, there's someone," said a male voice.
"Do you think she's a duelist?" asked another guy.
"I don't see a duelist glove, Joe," said the first voice.
"Why don't you just ask her?" suggested a female voice.
"Well, sure, I was about to," said Joe. Justice heard them approach. She guessed there to be four people.
"Who are you? Are you a duelist?" asked Joe.
"If you want to cross the bridge you have to answer three questions," said Justice. She had stuck out her walking stick and barely missed hitting Joe in the face.
"I don't know about this, Tristan," said Joe, referring to someone who had not yet spoken.
"I'll answer your questions," said the first male voice.
"First, what is your name?" asked Justice.
"Yu-Gi Motou," replied the speaker. He was on the short side and had violet eyes. His hair was spiked with red tips and blond bangs, the rest was black. He had on a navy blue jacket, navy blue pants, and a navy blue shirt. Around his neck was a strange necklace. It looked like an upside- down pyramid with an Egyptian eye in the middle.
"The Yu-Gi Motou!? The one who defeated Seto Kaiba!?" Justice exclaimed.
"Yes," replied Yu-Gi. Justice got the feeling he was a little uncomfortable with his new fame.
"Oh, and these are my friends; Joe, Tristan, and Tea," said Yu-Gi as he indicated each one.
"What's your name?" asked Tea. She had medium length brown hair and deep blue eyes. She wore a yellow and pink blouse and a pink skirt.
"Justice," she replied.
"Is that your real name?" asked Joe, "Or is it a nickname?" He had messy blond hair and lazy blue eyes. He wore a green jacket, white T-shirt, and blue jeans.
"It's both, for now say it is my real name," replied Justice. She hated the situation about her name.
"Did you say you have more questions?" asked Yu-Gi.
"Yes," answered Justice. She hesitated a second. She was wondering what would happen if she ended up challenging Yu-Gi to a duel. She didn't know that Yu-Gi was giving her strange looks, like he was trying to figure something out.
"Why do you duel?" Justice asked her next question.
"For my grandpa," said Yu-Gi. Justice could hear the emotions in Yu-Gi's voice. "I need to beat Pegasus, for him."
"There is no need for a third question," responded Justice, "You may pass." She withdrew her walking stick. She hadn't moved her head the whole time. Now Tea and Joe were giving her weird looks.
"So what do you do, sit around all day and act like a toll booth?" commented Joe.
"Yes, pretty much," she replied.
"Are you a duelist?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then where is your dueling glove?" Joe asked. She pulled it out of her pocket without a word.
"Wow, she has four star chips already!" exclaimed Joe.
"Better than your two," said Tristan taunting Joe. He had brown hair worn in military style. He wore a brown trench coat and khaki pants.
"Hey," said Joe indignant.
"Well, you only just started. Yu-Gi only has three," comforted Tea. There was a brief pause where Yu-Gi and his friends tried to figure out the strange person in front of them.
"You're a duelist also?" Justice asked Joe, to fill the silence.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Why do you duel?" she asked him.
"For my sister, I need the money so she can get treated. If I don't she'll go blind," he answered.
"So, she is curable?" asked Justice. She began to feel a longing for something she would never have. Even if Joe didn't win, at least his sister had gotten to see the world.
"Yes, but the procedure is very expensive. I need the prize money, for her," Joe replied.
"And are your friends also duelists?" she asked.
"I do duel from time to time, but I'm not part of this tournament," replied Tea.
"Same here," responded Tristan.
"Then good luck to you, you may pass," Justice repeated. She was shocked to have met such a famous duelist as Yu-Gi Motou, but she wanted them to leave. The fact that Joe's sister was going blind was too intense for her. Justice also wanted them gone before they got the idea to challenge her to a duel.
Yu-Gi was still giving her weird looks, trying to put two and two together.
"You're blind aren't you," he asked, the sudden epiphany appearing on his face. Justice took off her sunglasses with an amazed look on her face.
"How did you know?" she asked. Yu-Gi's three friends jerked in surprise.
"I'm not sure," he replied. He seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Are you trying to get the 3 million to treat your eyes?" asked Tristan.
"I'm incurable," said Justice in a monotone voice. Sensing his error Tristan tried to change the topic.
"How do you duel?" he asked. Justice took out her deck and handed it to them. By this time Martin had wandered over to the group. He looked around shyly.
"These are all printed over," said Tea as they looked at her cards.
"That's really resourceful," commented Tristan. Justice silently took her deck back.
"Then why do you duel?" asked Joe slightly puzzled.
"I'm only here to get away for a week. I could care less if I win or not. I just want a vacation," replied Justice.
"What's your name?" Tea asked Martin. They had just noticed he was there. Martin did a very good impression of a shadow.
"This is Martin and he doesn't talk much," Justice answered for him, "He plays my eyes." Martin looked at his feet.
"You really put a lot of thought into this tournament," said Yu-Gi.
"You might say that," replied Justice.
"Well, good luck to you," said Yu-Gi and he began to walk across the bridge. His friends followed. Justice breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason Yu-Gi gave her a strange feeling. There was something about him that she wanted to avoid. Though he wasn't a dominating person, Justice felt some kind of power flowing from him. And it scared her.
It was getting late. The sun was casting multi-colored streaks across the sky. The tide was coming in. The ocean was beginning to blow its cool night breezes across the island. Most of the duelists were setting up camp, although a few duels were still going on.
"Martin, I think we'd better set up camp," suggested Justice.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
"Let's take our blankets to the space under the bridge. If it rains we will stay dry and no one will see us," she said.
"OK," Martin whispered. They moved under the bridge and laid out their stuff. Justice slipped off her shoes and went to sleep. Martin was very high strung from so much activity and spent the next half-hour staring at the brook before he could go to sleep.
"What time is it?" she asked Martin.
"Late afternoon," he replied quietly.
"If this keeps up we can get one more duel in before the day is over," said Justice, "I think we should continue to wait here. I like the seclusion." Martin nodded in approval, then remember she couldn't see his answer. So he quietly said yes.
The two hung around near the brook for almost two hours without another person approaching. Justice was getting bored. She took off her shoes and dangled her feet in the brook. She heard Martin do the same. Justice got a little frustrated with him. She wished that she was actually able to carry on a conversation with him, but he was to shy. She shrugged and they both kept quiet with their own thoughts.
Justice could feel the ocean breeze cooling down and she knew it would be night soon. She was about to get Martin and start setting up camp. They didn't have a tent or anything so setting up camp would be easy. Each had their own blanket, so all they had to do was lay them on the ground.
"We could always start dinner," thought Justice. She suddenly realized that no provisions had been made for the duelists. They were on their own for food. She wished she had saved more snacks from the boat.
"Well, at least if it rains we can camp under the bridge," thought Justice as she explored there. There was a full five feet of land under the bridge before the brook.
Justice froze. She heard footsteps approaching. It sounded like a large group of people. She wasn't sure how many. They seemed to be caught up in some conversation. Justice was able to pick out several male voices.
"Martin, come on," whispered Justice, "It's show time." Justice scrambled for her walking stick and barely froze in position when the group entered the clearing.
"Hey, there's someone," said a male voice.
"Do you think she's a duelist?" asked another guy.
"I don't see a duelist glove, Joe," said the first voice.
"Why don't you just ask her?" suggested a female voice.
"Well, sure, I was about to," said Joe. Justice heard them approach. She guessed there to be four people.
"Who are you? Are you a duelist?" asked Joe.
"If you want to cross the bridge you have to answer three questions," said Justice. She had stuck out her walking stick and barely missed hitting Joe in the face.
"I don't know about this, Tristan," said Joe, referring to someone who had not yet spoken.
"I'll answer your questions," said the first male voice.
"First, what is your name?" asked Justice.
"Yu-Gi Motou," replied the speaker. He was on the short side and had violet eyes. His hair was spiked with red tips and blond bangs, the rest was black. He had on a navy blue jacket, navy blue pants, and a navy blue shirt. Around his neck was a strange necklace. It looked like an upside- down pyramid with an Egyptian eye in the middle.
"The Yu-Gi Motou!? The one who defeated Seto Kaiba!?" Justice exclaimed.
"Yes," replied Yu-Gi. Justice got the feeling he was a little uncomfortable with his new fame.
"Oh, and these are my friends; Joe, Tristan, and Tea," said Yu-Gi as he indicated each one.
"What's your name?" asked Tea. She had medium length brown hair and deep blue eyes. She wore a yellow and pink blouse and a pink skirt.
"Justice," she replied.
"Is that your real name?" asked Joe, "Or is it a nickname?" He had messy blond hair and lazy blue eyes. He wore a green jacket, white T-shirt, and blue jeans.
"It's both, for now say it is my real name," replied Justice. She hated the situation about her name.
"Did you say you have more questions?" asked Yu-Gi.
"Yes," answered Justice. She hesitated a second. She was wondering what would happen if she ended up challenging Yu-Gi to a duel. She didn't know that Yu-Gi was giving her strange looks, like he was trying to figure something out.
"Why do you duel?" Justice asked her next question.
"For my grandpa," said Yu-Gi. Justice could hear the emotions in Yu-Gi's voice. "I need to beat Pegasus, for him."
"There is no need for a third question," responded Justice, "You may pass." She withdrew her walking stick. She hadn't moved her head the whole time. Now Tea and Joe were giving her weird looks.
"So what do you do, sit around all day and act like a toll booth?" commented Joe.
"Yes, pretty much," she replied.
"Are you a duelist?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then where is your dueling glove?" Joe asked. She pulled it out of her pocket without a word.
"Wow, she has four star chips already!" exclaimed Joe.
"Better than your two," said Tristan taunting Joe. He had brown hair worn in military style. He wore a brown trench coat and khaki pants.
"Hey," said Joe indignant.
"Well, you only just started. Yu-Gi only has three," comforted Tea. There was a brief pause where Yu-Gi and his friends tried to figure out the strange person in front of them.
"You're a duelist also?" Justice asked Joe, to fill the silence.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Why do you duel?" she asked him.
"For my sister, I need the money so she can get treated. If I don't she'll go blind," he answered.
"So, she is curable?" asked Justice. She began to feel a longing for something she would never have. Even if Joe didn't win, at least his sister had gotten to see the world.
"Yes, but the procedure is very expensive. I need the prize money, for her," Joe replied.
"And are your friends also duelists?" she asked.
"I do duel from time to time, but I'm not part of this tournament," replied Tea.
"Same here," responded Tristan.
"Then good luck to you, you may pass," Justice repeated. She was shocked to have met such a famous duelist as Yu-Gi Motou, but she wanted them to leave. The fact that Joe's sister was going blind was too intense for her. Justice also wanted them gone before they got the idea to challenge her to a duel.
Yu-Gi was still giving her weird looks, trying to put two and two together.
"You're blind aren't you," he asked, the sudden epiphany appearing on his face. Justice took off her sunglasses with an amazed look on her face.
"How did you know?" she asked. Yu-Gi's three friends jerked in surprise.
"I'm not sure," he replied. He seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Are you trying to get the 3 million to treat your eyes?" asked Tristan.
"I'm incurable," said Justice in a monotone voice. Sensing his error Tristan tried to change the topic.
"How do you duel?" he asked. Justice took out her deck and handed it to them. By this time Martin had wandered over to the group. He looked around shyly.
"These are all printed over," said Tea as they looked at her cards.
"That's really resourceful," commented Tristan. Justice silently took her deck back.
"Then why do you duel?" asked Joe slightly puzzled.
"I'm only here to get away for a week. I could care less if I win or not. I just want a vacation," replied Justice.
"What's your name?" Tea asked Martin. They had just noticed he was there. Martin did a very good impression of a shadow.
"This is Martin and he doesn't talk much," Justice answered for him, "He plays my eyes." Martin looked at his feet.
"You really put a lot of thought into this tournament," said Yu-Gi.
"You might say that," replied Justice.
"Well, good luck to you," said Yu-Gi and he began to walk across the bridge. His friends followed. Justice breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason Yu-Gi gave her a strange feeling. There was something about him that she wanted to avoid. Though he wasn't a dominating person, Justice felt some kind of power flowing from him. And it scared her.
It was getting late. The sun was casting multi-colored streaks across the sky. The tide was coming in. The ocean was beginning to blow its cool night breezes across the island. Most of the duelists were setting up camp, although a few duels were still going on.
"Martin, I think we'd better set up camp," suggested Justice.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
"Let's take our blankets to the space under the bridge. If it rains we will stay dry and no one will see us," she said.
"OK," Martin whispered. They moved under the bridge and laid out their stuff. Justice slipped off her shoes and went to sleep. Martin was very high strung from so much activity and spent the next half-hour staring at the brook before he could go to sleep.