Those Little Games
by DoomaWriter
Author's notes: A new chapter! Let's see what the gang is up to today. If you like it feel free to let me know via reviewing. If you don't like it, then you probably have a black hole where your heart is suppose to be. Seriously. I recommend getting that checked out.
Duel 2: Show What You're Made Of
"Hey, Joey! Wait up!" Yugi said, running after his friend. All throughout the schoolday, Joey seemed distant and didn't as much look at Yugi. Even now, he wouldn't look back to greet his little friend. "Joey! Why won't you stop?"
Still turned around, Joey stopped in his tracks. "..I shouldn't be taking this out on you, Yuge...It's not your fault."
"What? What's not my fault?"
Yugi was left unanswered as Joey walked off. Determined to find out what troubled his friend, Yugi started to give pursuit but was stopped by a hand. It was Tristan's. "Stop, Yugi. I'll talk to him....I need you to do something for me."
"Uh...What is it?" The holder of the millenium puzzle was actually quite meek by nature and couldn't tell Tristan no to anything, wether he wanted to or not. He met Tristan through Joey and didn't consider him that big of a friend. He actually feared Tristan a little.
Tristan blush as he shown a devilish grin. "The usual!"
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The shop clerk was surprised. She took a look at the stack of dirty magazines, then gave a disgusted one to the small boy at the counter. "You again? By looks, no one could guess that you were in to such thing." Yugi blushed heavily and began to sweat. He wanted to defend himself but couldn't bring the words out of his mouth. He payed for the smut then walked out with them in a plastic bag.
"Hey, Yugi!"
Outside the store, Tea was walking straight towards him. "Oh, hey, Tea!"
"What's in the bag?"
"Bag? What do you- !!!" He had forgotten that he was holding a king's ransom in pornographic materials. He tried to hide the bag behind his back and laughned nervously. "Just..some stuff for...my Grandpa! Old man things! Not worth a look or explanation whatsoever."
At that moment, the store clerk walked out and turned to Yugi. "Hey, kid! You forgot one!" She waved the magazine in the air. Yugi's eyes focused on Tea who was trying to make out the cover.
"What's that say? 'Hot buttered'..something..'action'?" But by the time her sentence ended, Yugi was already long gone.
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"So are you up for another round?" Tristan asked with a smile as he faced Joey.
Looking back through a black eye, Joey nodded. His face was serious. The ones who had jumped him earlier that day were going to pay. "They caught me by surprise, but now they're going down!"
"How did they get a jump on you? Too many of them?"
"No., there's only three of the punks. But they act...weird."
"Weird? How so?"
"See for yourself, " Joey said as he stopped in an alley. Sitting at the far end were the three same freaks that got the best of him. All wore tight blue jeans, gelled hair, and somewhat baggy brown jackets.
"Hey, its that kid we stomped!" One of them said with a laugh. "So he's brought a friend? Not that it'll do em any good. Let's show them that nobody messes with the Wildcats!"
The three stood up and laughed as they creeped closer to their prey. Joey and Tristan stood their ground, unphased. "You know, Tristan," Joey began. "You don't have to do this. I'll handle these jerks all by myself."
"And leave me out of the fun?" Tristan smirked. "I thought we were friends."
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Yugi stood at the spot he had last met Tristan by himself. *Tristan's gone....He left me here to stand with these magazines in front of school!* He looked down to see a girl from his class peeking into the bag. Her eyes popped wide open and she screamed claims of a pervert as Yugi ran off, clutching the bag to his chest. ---
"Wildcats! Form stalking position!"
Joey and Tristan prepared themselves as the three began to move in sync. But something caught Tristan's eye. "Are they wearing...tap shoes?"
The Wildcats began to saunter down the alley while snapping their fingers. Every now and then they would halt to give a twirl or two. They then shaked their hands before snapping again, inching closer all the while.
A large sweatdrop came to Tristan's brow. "You were beaten by people like this!?" Joey was speechless.
Their gaurds were down and the Wildcats took advantage. One punched at Joey's other eye while the other two pounded into Tristan's gut. The two fell back onto the pavement. Before they could get back up, they were bombarded by a series of kicks to the gut. Two of the three were river dancing upon them. The last member flipped out a butterfly knife and laughed maniacally.
"ENOUGH!" a deep voice yelled, startling the three. Joey and Tristan laid bleeding on the floor. From around the corner, in walked Yugi with his millenium puzzle glowing and his shirt seemingly defying gravity. His eyes seemed darker in an eerie way. A bag dropped out of his hand and next to Tristan's body. "I won't allow you to make a mockery of my friends any longer!"
The leader stepped up, picking his teeth with the knife. "What the hell are you gonna do about it?" His blade flew from his fingers and straight at Yugi. It scraped his right cheek, letting a small trail of blood to leak down.
"Just because none of you could dance your way out of a paper bag is no reason for you to take it out on these two."
All of the Wildcats' faces grew red. "You little piece of crap! Who are you to say that!? We can dance better than any one on this planet!"
"Are you willing to prove it?"
The one who held the knife looked intrigued. "What are you saying?"
"Follow me."
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The four were now inside of a large arcade. The Wildcats followed Yugi to a certain spot then haulted as he came to a stop. Yugi turned around and pointed to the one who had the knife. "You! I challeng you to a little game! If you win, I'll pass the word of your superior abilities to everyone I see for the rest of my life. But if you lose, there will be a penalty."
The egotistical Wildcat couldn't miss up a chance like this. "Alright! Let's go! What's your game?"
"Just a simple round of....Prance Prance Revolution!" He pointed to two dancing games behind him. The leader of the Wildcats laughed findishly.
"You idiot! I rule when it comes to this game! I'll grind you into a pulp!"
He and Yugi stepped onto the platforms and placed coins into the slots. Yugi looked up at his enemy. "The object of the game is to press the arrows at the right time. Whoever has the higher score at the end of the song...wins."
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT! Just play the damn game!"
The Japanese pop music begun and the arrows jolted onto the screen. The Wildcat flailed his whole body as he became engulfed in the game. Yugi had managed to keep up with his enemy while keeping his calm stature.
As the song came closer to an end, the Wildcat noticed he and his opponent were neck and neck. The game was closing and neither of them missed a beat. Sweating, the Wildcat figured he had to take action. As the last arrows came on the screen, he thrusted his shoulder to the left, knocking Yugi off of his platform.
The game buzzer sounded and it was over. A huge smile came to the thug's face. "Ha! I told you! No one can defeat the Wildcats!" The two others began to cheer their boss on. But soon they were all silenced. They looked at the scores. Yugi had scored a 99,999,999 while the Wildcat had scored a 99.999.990!
"WHAT!? THAT CAN'T BE!!! How could he of gotten a perfect score while I didn't!?"
"You could of won if you hadn't stepped off your platform to push me." Yugi stated. "While you took the seconds to cheat, you missed a beat...While I on the other hand..." The boss looked down to see that even though Yugi's body was off the grid, his right foot's heel had been laying on the left arrow of the grid. Left was the last beat! "You lose. Time to pull through with your end of the deal."
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Joey and Tristan sat in the alley way, angered over their defeat. "Damn, this sucks." Joey began. "Did you at least see who saved us?" Tristan shook his head. The two let out a sigh.
Elsewhere, the Wildcat's were all yelling in frustration. "No no!" the boss screamed. "It's step, step, spin! Not spin, step step!" Their love to dance remained, yet their sense of rhythm was destroyed. No matter how hard they tried, they could never be the proud dancers they were once before again.
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Tea stood walking toward her home. In her hand was the magazine Yugi had dropped, she took it from the clerk, saying she'd give it to Yugi the next time she saw him, but once she got a closer look, she realized just how innocent Yugi really was. "I'll never look at him the same again."
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Author's notes: I hope this was as fun reading as it was paying someone to write it for me. Well, I suppose that was an obvious joke. I'd never pay anyone anything. Now if you excuse me, the mafia is outside my door and I must now relocate. 'Til next time!
Author's notes: A new chapter! Let's see what the gang is up to today. If you like it feel free to let me know via reviewing. If you don't like it, then you probably have a black hole where your heart is suppose to be. Seriously. I recommend getting that checked out.
Duel 2: Show What You're Made Of
"Hey, Joey! Wait up!" Yugi said, running after his friend. All throughout the schoolday, Joey seemed distant and didn't as much look at Yugi. Even now, he wouldn't look back to greet his little friend. "Joey! Why won't you stop?"
Still turned around, Joey stopped in his tracks. "..I shouldn't be taking this out on you, Yuge...It's not your fault."
"What? What's not my fault?"
Yugi was left unanswered as Joey walked off. Determined to find out what troubled his friend, Yugi started to give pursuit but was stopped by a hand. It was Tristan's. "Stop, Yugi. I'll talk to him....I need you to do something for me."
"Uh...What is it?" The holder of the millenium puzzle was actually quite meek by nature and couldn't tell Tristan no to anything, wether he wanted to or not. He met Tristan through Joey and didn't consider him that big of a friend. He actually feared Tristan a little.
Tristan blush as he shown a devilish grin. "The usual!"
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The shop clerk was surprised. She took a look at the stack of dirty magazines, then gave a disgusted one to the small boy at the counter. "You again? By looks, no one could guess that you were in to such thing." Yugi blushed heavily and began to sweat. He wanted to defend himself but couldn't bring the words out of his mouth. He payed for the smut then walked out with them in a plastic bag.
"Hey, Yugi!"
Outside the store, Tea was walking straight towards him. "Oh, hey, Tea!"
"What's in the bag?"
"Bag? What do you- !!!" He had forgotten that he was holding a king's ransom in pornographic materials. He tried to hide the bag behind his back and laughned nervously. "Just..some stuff for...my Grandpa! Old man things! Not worth a look or explanation whatsoever."
At that moment, the store clerk walked out and turned to Yugi. "Hey, kid! You forgot one!" She waved the magazine in the air. Yugi's eyes focused on Tea who was trying to make out the cover.
"What's that say? 'Hot buttered'..something..'action'?" But by the time her sentence ended, Yugi was already long gone.
---
"So are you up for another round?" Tristan asked with a smile as he faced Joey.
Looking back through a black eye, Joey nodded. His face was serious. The ones who had jumped him earlier that day were going to pay. "They caught me by surprise, but now they're going down!"
"How did they get a jump on you? Too many of them?"
"No., there's only three of the punks. But they act...weird."
"Weird? How so?"
"See for yourself, " Joey said as he stopped in an alley. Sitting at the far end were the three same freaks that got the best of him. All wore tight blue jeans, gelled hair, and somewhat baggy brown jackets.
"Hey, its that kid we stomped!" One of them said with a laugh. "So he's brought a friend? Not that it'll do em any good. Let's show them that nobody messes with the Wildcats!"
The three stood up and laughed as they creeped closer to their prey. Joey and Tristan stood their ground, unphased. "You know, Tristan," Joey began. "You don't have to do this. I'll handle these jerks all by myself."
"And leave me out of the fun?" Tristan smirked. "I thought we were friends."
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Yugi stood at the spot he had last met Tristan by himself. *Tristan's gone....He left me here to stand with these magazines in front of school!* He looked down to see a girl from his class peeking into the bag. Her eyes popped wide open and she screamed claims of a pervert as Yugi ran off, clutching the bag to his chest. ---
"Wildcats! Form stalking position!"
Joey and Tristan prepared themselves as the three began to move in sync. But something caught Tristan's eye. "Are they wearing...tap shoes?"
The Wildcats began to saunter down the alley while snapping their fingers. Every now and then they would halt to give a twirl or two. They then shaked their hands before snapping again, inching closer all the while.
A large sweatdrop came to Tristan's brow. "You were beaten by people like this!?" Joey was speechless.
Their gaurds were down and the Wildcats took advantage. One punched at Joey's other eye while the other two pounded into Tristan's gut. The two fell back onto the pavement. Before they could get back up, they were bombarded by a series of kicks to the gut. Two of the three were river dancing upon them. The last member flipped out a butterfly knife and laughed maniacally.
"ENOUGH!" a deep voice yelled, startling the three. Joey and Tristan laid bleeding on the floor. From around the corner, in walked Yugi with his millenium puzzle glowing and his shirt seemingly defying gravity. His eyes seemed darker in an eerie way. A bag dropped out of his hand and next to Tristan's body. "I won't allow you to make a mockery of my friends any longer!"
The leader stepped up, picking his teeth with the knife. "What the hell are you gonna do about it?" His blade flew from his fingers and straight at Yugi. It scraped his right cheek, letting a small trail of blood to leak down.
"Just because none of you could dance your way out of a paper bag is no reason for you to take it out on these two."
All of the Wildcats' faces grew red. "You little piece of crap! Who are you to say that!? We can dance better than any one on this planet!"
"Are you willing to prove it?"
The one who held the knife looked intrigued. "What are you saying?"
"Follow me."
---
The four were now inside of a large arcade. The Wildcats followed Yugi to a certain spot then haulted as he came to a stop. Yugi turned around and pointed to the one who had the knife. "You! I challeng you to a little game! If you win, I'll pass the word of your superior abilities to everyone I see for the rest of my life. But if you lose, there will be a penalty."
The egotistical Wildcat couldn't miss up a chance like this. "Alright! Let's go! What's your game?"
"Just a simple round of....Prance Prance Revolution!" He pointed to two dancing games behind him. The leader of the Wildcats laughed findishly.
"You idiot! I rule when it comes to this game! I'll grind you into a pulp!"
He and Yugi stepped onto the platforms and placed coins into the slots. Yugi looked up at his enemy. "The object of the game is to press the arrows at the right time. Whoever has the higher score at the end of the song...wins."
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT! Just play the damn game!"
The Japanese pop music begun and the arrows jolted onto the screen. The Wildcat flailed his whole body as he became engulfed in the game. Yugi had managed to keep up with his enemy while keeping his calm stature.
As the song came closer to an end, the Wildcat noticed he and his opponent were neck and neck. The game was closing and neither of them missed a beat. Sweating, the Wildcat figured he had to take action. As the last arrows came on the screen, he thrusted his shoulder to the left, knocking Yugi off of his platform.
The game buzzer sounded and it was over. A huge smile came to the thug's face. "Ha! I told you! No one can defeat the Wildcats!" The two others began to cheer their boss on. But soon they were all silenced. They looked at the scores. Yugi had scored a 99,999,999 while the Wildcat had scored a 99.999.990!
"WHAT!? THAT CAN'T BE!!! How could he of gotten a perfect score while I didn't!?"
"You could of won if you hadn't stepped off your platform to push me." Yugi stated. "While you took the seconds to cheat, you missed a beat...While I on the other hand..." The boss looked down to see that even though Yugi's body was off the grid, his right foot's heel had been laying on the left arrow of the grid. Left was the last beat! "You lose. Time to pull through with your end of the deal."
---
Joey and Tristan sat in the alley way, angered over their defeat. "Damn, this sucks." Joey began. "Did you at least see who saved us?" Tristan shook his head. The two let out a sigh.
Elsewhere, the Wildcat's were all yelling in frustration. "No no!" the boss screamed. "It's step, step, spin! Not spin, step step!" Their love to dance remained, yet their sense of rhythm was destroyed. No matter how hard they tried, they could never be the proud dancers they were once before again.
---
Tea stood walking toward her home. In her hand was the magazine Yugi had dropped, she took it from the clerk, saying she'd give it to Yugi the next time she saw him, but once she got a closer look, she realized just how innocent Yugi really was. "I'll never look at him the same again."
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Author's notes: I hope this was as fun reading as it was paying someone to write it for me. Well, I suppose that was an obvious joke. I'd never pay anyone anything. Now if you excuse me, the mafia is outside my door and I must now relocate. 'Til next time!