"It's your turn, Yugi," said Akari. "Are you going to do anything, or just sit here wating to lose?"
"I will not lose to you!" Yami said defiantly, but he looked at his deck worriedly. I need to hold him off. Heart of the Cards, give me strength!
He drew his next card, hopefully. Perfect! He spoke aloud. "I play Magic Rift, allowing each player to summon a Magician type monster from their hand."
Akari grimaced a bit. "The best I can do is Neo the Magic Swordsman."
"And I summon the Dark Magician!" Yami said.
"What good will it do you?" Akari asked. "It's not as strong as my Wingweaver. I'll just destroy it next turn."
"Not if you can't find it!" Yugi replied, grinning. "I activate the Magical Hats magic card! Not even your 'perfect luck' can tell you which hat my magician is under. It's your move."
Akari sighed. "So, you're stalling for time. Probably trying to draw the exact cards you need. Well, you're right. I can't do a lucky guess with my Gauntlet. But I can pump up my Wingweaver, to make sure that nothing you have coming can stop me. I play the Silver Bow and Arrow, increasing my Wingweaver's attack by 300. Wingweaver, attack the left hat!"
"Wrong guess," said Yami, grinning.
It was not the first one. Each turn, Akari played an extra monster and blasted the wrong hat. Finally, there remained only one hat.
"You have failed once more," Yami said.
"Yes," Akari replied, "but now you have only one place left that your Magician could hide. On my next turn, I will exact my vengeance upon you."
"Not if I can stop you first!" Yami drew a card, hoping against hope... and yes! This was the one. He grinned at Akari. "And I have just the card to stop you. Go, Swords of Revealing Light!"
"Hmm..." Akari said, unconcerned.
"And now," Yami said, "my Magician will attack your Magic Swordsman!"
Akari was obviously unimpressed.
"Oh, my," he said, sounding very bored. "I'll draw, and set a monster in defense mode. Then, I'll play Survival of the Fittest! As long as it's in play, only the monster on the field with the highest attack points can attack. So unless you can play a monster whose attack is higher than 3050, you can't attack."
"Don't worry," Yami said. "I'll do just that." He drew his card, to discover the Book of Secret Arts. He'd need this later.
Akari's next turn was uneventful. He drew a card and played a monster in defense mode. Yami drew his next card and looked at it. Good! Only one left...
"I'll set one card face down, and end my turn," he said.
Akari shrugged. "Well, this is the last turn I can't attack. So go ahead; take your last turn."
If I don't draw the card I need, this could be my last turn, Yami thought to himself. Come on, deck, don't let me down! He drew a card. Yes! This was it!
"I'll activate my face-down card," Yami began, "the Dark Magic Ritual! I then scrifice both my monsters to summon the almighty Magician of Black Chaos!"
The greatest of all Magicians appeared quite spectacularly. Akari even took a step back, in awe of it.
"And now," Yami said, "I'll play the Book of Secret Arts, increasing the Magician's attack by 300 points!
Akari stumbled back, shocked. "But...that makes him..."
"Stronger than your Wingweaver," Yami grinned. "Now, Magician of Black Chaos, Chaos Scepter Strike!"
The Wingweaver was destroyed. Yami figured that his opponent would snarl at him, and threaten him, as so many others had. But Akari's reaction shocked him. The other boy fell slowly to his knees. After a moment, Yami realized that Akari was crying a bit. Now he looked far more like Yugi; he seemed smaller, his eyes more innocent.
"Uh, are you okay?" Yami asked.
"How dare you destroy my beloved Wingweaver..." Akari hissed, regaining his composure. He slowly began taking a card out of his hand. "Who are you? I'm talking to you, Spirit! WHO ARE YOU?!?"
Yami shrugged. "My name is Yami."
Akari stopped dead. "Yami? The...the ancient Pharaoh Yami?"
"That's what Ishizu said."
"Then... you... you are my ancestor... from whom I inheirited the destiny of Vengeance." Akari's head slumped. "I must have been wrong. Whatever those men did, it must have merited your reaction."
He chose another card from his hand. "I summon Spirit of the Harp, in attack mode."
Now that was just about the dumbest move Yami had ever seen anyone make. He knew Akari was a skilled duelist, which meant that this was his way of giving up. Well, Yami would let him. "Magician, finish him off. Destroy the Spirit."

"Here," Akari said to Yugi after the duel. He took off his Gauntlet. "You won. Take my Gauntlet, but please...take good care of it, and use it to uphold justice."
"No, keep it," Yugi said. Akari shook his head sadly.
"It was my ante for the duel. It is only right and honorable to give it to you. And I pride myself on my honor."
"But you didn't have to lose, did you?" Yugi asked him.
Akari was shocked.
"You had another card you were about to play, but when you realized that the Duel was unjust, you made an amatuer move that led directly to your defeat. I wouldn't take a prize from a duelist who wasn't giving it his all."
Akari smiled and paused. Then he said, "Thank you, Yugi. I will not forget this."
He started to walk into the shop.
"Akari!" Yugi cried. "Where are you going?"
Akari smiled at him. "I never finished buying cards from your Grandfather. See you at the Tournament."