Alright, it's time to introduce some more characters, and kudos for the
people reviewing my last fanfic. Thanks for all the support.
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"Guide to Necromancy," Joey read. "Step One... the correct use of a shovel."
Staying over Bakura's house wasn't really enjoyable. Occasionally there was a comic book here and there, and the rare illegal porno magazine hidden underneath the bed. But, for a seventeen year old, a step-by-step text on bringing out the dead seemed rather unfitting.
The place never seemed so tidy.
It was three weeks since Yugi admitted that he used his celebrity status for money, or to a devoted fan, 'selling out to the man.' It was uneasy at first, and it still was. Yugi was not present for regular meetings and occasionally postponed spending quality time together with the gang.
"What time is it?" Tea asked.
"Ten to Five." Tristan sighed.
"Where could Yugi be?" Bakura, handing out the juice and candy bars.
"Who knows? He'll be here, I mean, its ten minutes early." Tea defended.
Within a THUD, the gang looked outside. With some VERY loud honking, Yugi waved back towards the gang. It's been three days since Yugi spoke with his friends face to face, and he clearly missed it. Especially Tea, since he never felt so comfortable talking about being famous and all that to her.
"Hi guys! It's great to see you again!" Yugi assured, as the gang stared at the Ferrari that Yugi controlled.
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The next day, Yugi was expected to be at a conference. As far as enthusiastic duelists go, it was nothing on the fans expecting to see Yugi face to face. Once again, Yugi decided t rely on ol' Yami again for not sounding like a total idiot. His voice was somewhat, arousing to the female duelists and *ahem* committed groupies.
Posters of Duel Monsters surrounded the room, and proceeded to hog the attention of Mr Wallpaper and Miss Varnish. The room was huge, as it accommodated hundreds of waiting fans, not to mention the overpriced *cough* cuisine. Pegasus, leering to everyone in the room, watched for any person violating the rules. When it comes to tell Pegasus that rules were meant to be broken, he coolly proceeded to stomp that person into oblivion.
"Next," Yami dully commanded
"Make it out to 'Your eternal arch-rival and enemy'"*
* - Pessimism, anger and wit had a threesome in the past few days, and would love to be together again.
Holding on to those words, Yami quietly looked up at the person 'requesting' a 'personal' autograph. No doubt, it was Seto Kaiba, and he was ready to chew some gum or kicking some ass. Fortunately, he was fresh out of gum.
"What the hell are you doing here Yugi? I thought the person taking this game as a religion; clearly defy the higher power to the maximum extent." Seto coldly judged. "And now, I see that tongue of 'defiance' is wrapped around the backside of this corporation."
With that, any man would stand up, and proceed to smash Seto's face. However, Yami wisely calmed himself down, and didn't bother to answer. Looking away from his eyes, Yami bitterly signed the Blue Eyes White Dragon mural, and proceeded to gesture the next waiting duelist.
With that, Seto snorted, and spat on Yami's face, as shocked fans, but interested, waited to see an old flame burn bright again. Yami smiled, as he wiped away the liquid from his right cheek.
"What's the matter Seto, jealous of I?" Yami smirked.
"Ha! I run a multi-million dollar business, and listed as one of the most powerful men in this capitalistic nation, without the Dueling Monster title. You think of a respected employer to the world is jealous of a sell- out?" Seto truthfully denied the accusation. "I may value this game higher than my life, but I would never sell my dignity to these. imbeciles and amateurs."
The crowd booed, as usual.
"That's enough! For the love of peace, this is a peaceful conference and signing. Security, drag this. has-been out of this facility." Pegasus defended.
"I'll manage myself out, thank you." Seto helped.
With Seto's back turned, Yami had second thoughts about this business. Of course, the money was obviously good, and nothing beats the reaction of Joey's face when he is given a rare card. But, as Yugi stated, the heart is more valuable than any kind of luxury incentive. He quietly sighed, and dabbled his cheek with a moist towel.
"Wait Kaiba! If you dare think that this charade is for a selfish gain, then you are sadly mistaken." Yami argued.
Seto quietly turned around. "Who are you trying to prove? Me... or you? I hope that this... act of power hasn't jeopardized your dueling skills."
"Oh, don't you worry. I'm still quite the skilled duelist for being THE champion."
"Hmph! As far as ego, you certainly match mine. How about a rematch, 'champion'? As well as something high to gamble with? For the spectators of course.
"You're on. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere."
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'Yami' Bakura stared in disgust at the table, as the latest edition of Yu- Gi-Oh! held his arch-enemy on the cover. Yami Yugi was well dressed, as well holding his famed 'Dark Magician' between two fingers. As Bakura evilly smirked with delight, and proceeded to walk towards the conference.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Can I take your order?" The waitress dimly questioned.
"Sugar, with coffee and cream. Please."
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The rest of the gang was at the doors of the Yami conference and at the exact time that Seto flung the doors open intentionally. At the same moment, Joey slipped his hold on the handlebars, as the swing knocked over our hero on the concrete.
"Oh, excuse you." Seto growled.
With that remark finished, Tristan grabbed Joey in restrain, as the young duelist attempted to arrange a date for his fist with Seto's sternum. It was a big favor as well.
"Goddamn it! Kaiba you jerk-off, I'm going to get you for this. Just you wait!" Joey threatened.
"I'll put it on my 'things to expect' list, right after you graduating from Harvard." Seto snickered.
A challenge was made again between the two best duelists in the world, as Yami sat and watched his gang battle Seto in a skirmish of wits and mind bullets. He smiled as he fingered the next over-excited fan to their happiness. He couldn't wait to duel Seto again, as the stakes was somewhat higher than his weekly paycheck.
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Fanmail, hatemail, and explicit Michael Jackson jokes are welcome on loki3seven@hotmail.com
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"Guide to Necromancy," Joey read. "Step One... the correct use of a shovel."
Staying over Bakura's house wasn't really enjoyable. Occasionally there was a comic book here and there, and the rare illegal porno magazine hidden underneath the bed. But, for a seventeen year old, a step-by-step text on bringing out the dead seemed rather unfitting.
The place never seemed so tidy.
It was three weeks since Yugi admitted that he used his celebrity status for money, or to a devoted fan, 'selling out to the man.' It was uneasy at first, and it still was. Yugi was not present for regular meetings and occasionally postponed spending quality time together with the gang.
"What time is it?" Tea asked.
"Ten to Five." Tristan sighed.
"Where could Yugi be?" Bakura, handing out the juice and candy bars.
"Who knows? He'll be here, I mean, its ten minutes early." Tea defended.
Within a THUD, the gang looked outside. With some VERY loud honking, Yugi waved back towards the gang. It's been three days since Yugi spoke with his friends face to face, and he clearly missed it. Especially Tea, since he never felt so comfortable talking about being famous and all that to her.
"Hi guys! It's great to see you again!" Yugi assured, as the gang stared at the Ferrari that Yugi controlled.
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The next day, Yugi was expected to be at a conference. As far as enthusiastic duelists go, it was nothing on the fans expecting to see Yugi face to face. Once again, Yugi decided t rely on ol' Yami again for not sounding like a total idiot. His voice was somewhat, arousing to the female duelists and *ahem* committed groupies.
Posters of Duel Monsters surrounded the room, and proceeded to hog the attention of Mr Wallpaper and Miss Varnish. The room was huge, as it accommodated hundreds of waiting fans, not to mention the overpriced *cough* cuisine. Pegasus, leering to everyone in the room, watched for any person violating the rules. When it comes to tell Pegasus that rules were meant to be broken, he coolly proceeded to stomp that person into oblivion.
"Next," Yami dully commanded
"Make it out to 'Your eternal arch-rival and enemy'"*
* - Pessimism, anger and wit had a threesome in the past few days, and would love to be together again.
Holding on to those words, Yami quietly looked up at the person 'requesting' a 'personal' autograph. No doubt, it was Seto Kaiba, and he was ready to chew some gum or kicking some ass. Fortunately, he was fresh out of gum.
"What the hell are you doing here Yugi? I thought the person taking this game as a religion; clearly defy the higher power to the maximum extent." Seto coldly judged. "And now, I see that tongue of 'defiance' is wrapped around the backside of this corporation."
With that, any man would stand up, and proceed to smash Seto's face. However, Yami wisely calmed himself down, and didn't bother to answer. Looking away from his eyes, Yami bitterly signed the Blue Eyes White Dragon mural, and proceeded to gesture the next waiting duelist.
With that, Seto snorted, and spat on Yami's face, as shocked fans, but interested, waited to see an old flame burn bright again. Yami smiled, as he wiped away the liquid from his right cheek.
"What's the matter Seto, jealous of I?" Yami smirked.
"Ha! I run a multi-million dollar business, and listed as one of the most powerful men in this capitalistic nation, without the Dueling Monster title. You think of a respected employer to the world is jealous of a sell- out?" Seto truthfully denied the accusation. "I may value this game higher than my life, but I would never sell my dignity to these. imbeciles and amateurs."
The crowd booed, as usual.
"That's enough! For the love of peace, this is a peaceful conference and signing. Security, drag this. has-been out of this facility." Pegasus defended.
"I'll manage myself out, thank you." Seto helped.
With Seto's back turned, Yami had second thoughts about this business. Of course, the money was obviously good, and nothing beats the reaction of Joey's face when he is given a rare card. But, as Yugi stated, the heart is more valuable than any kind of luxury incentive. He quietly sighed, and dabbled his cheek with a moist towel.
"Wait Kaiba! If you dare think that this charade is for a selfish gain, then you are sadly mistaken." Yami argued.
Seto quietly turned around. "Who are you trying to prove? Me... or you? I hope that this... act of power hasn't jeopardized your dueling skills."
"Oh, don't you worry. I'm still quite the skilled duelist for being THE champion."
"Hmph! As far as ego, you certainly match mine. How about a rematch, 'champion'? As well as something high to gamble with? For the spectators of course.
"You're on. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere."
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'Yami' Bakura stared in disgust at the table, as the latest edition of Yu- Gi-Oh! held his arch-enemy on the cover. Yami Yugi was well dressed, as well holding his famed 'Dark Magician' between two fingers. As Bakura evilly smirked with delight, and proceeded to walk towards the conference.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Can I take your order?" The waitress dimly questioned.
"Sugar, with coffee and cream. Please."
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The rest of the gang was at the doors of the Yami conference and at the exact time that Seto flung the doors open intentionally. At the same moment, Joey slipped his hold on the handlebars, as the swing knocked over our hero on the concrete.
"Oh, excuse you." Seto growled.
With that remark finished, Tristan grabbed Joey in restrain, as the young duelist attempted to arrange a date for his fist with Seto's sternum. It was a big favor as well.
"Goddamn it! Kaiba you jerk-off, I'm going to get you for this. Just you wait!" Joey threatened.
"I'll put it on my 'things to expect' list, right after you graduating from Harvard." Seto snickered.
A challenge was made again between the two best duelists in the world, as Yami sat and watched his gang battle Seto in a skirmish of wits and mind bullets. He smiled as he fingered the next over-excited fan to their happiness. He couldn't wait to duel Seto again, as the stakes was somewhat higher than his weekly paycheck.
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Fanmail, hatemail, and explicit Michael Jackson jokes are welcome on loki3seven@hotmail.com