It was a week after Seto's proposal. Yami quietly covered himself while the
press started to milk him for all its worth. Within himself, Yami quietly
entered his host's mind, seeking for guidance. Although the pharaoh has
infinite wisdom and an expert selection of decision, no one could easily
guide someone so easily through the syphilis* that was fame.
* - Sexual Transmitted Diseases were a favorite metaphor to describe a certain aspect in life, in the 21st century. One of the cleverest ones was describing a type of government. For example, Communism was a hooker with syphilis. It looks good for a moment, but if more men continued to join, then the more it deteriorates.
"Yugi, what were your feelings when Seto spat at your face?"
"Yugi, how does it feel to be one of the most despised men in the commercial business?"
"Mr Moto! Care to explain the stakes that you've offered the ex-champion to battle you?"
With that, Yami quietly looked towards Pegasus. At his right side, he was awfully cheerful when his most valuable economic asset was being raped by all sides. Within a smile, his hand waved signaling the reporters to er... "Bugger Off", so to speak. Security wrapped up the journalists within a moment, and proceeded to shut a big door on their faces.
"Pegasus, I want out," Yami declared.
Within a sigh, Pegasus quietly handed Yami a document, and a credit card. The document awfully resembled a legit death certificate, while the credit card was something every flat-chest woman found erotically useful.
"Don't mention it," Pegasus, sipping another mouthful of 'Special, fruit juice.'
Yami smiled, as he contacted Seto for a favor.
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Tristan, Tea, Joey, Serenity and Ryou rode the Taxi without saying anything.
It was Yugi's third match with Seto, and they were tied with one-a-piece. Within the worried thoughts of the outcome of the duel, they were mainly focused on when they could speak to Yugi again. It was a week since they spoke to Yugi, and with the whole stardom thing, they feared if they would ever speak to the vertically-challenged protagonist again.
Joey quietly looked onto his deck, as it was the only thing that he cared for given by Yugi himself. He shuffled his deck to reveal one of his signature cards, Time Wizard, and sighed as it could prove more useful than his dilemma. Ryou would offer one of his 'Cheer up' pat-on-the-backs to Joey right now, but he didn't feel the need of it.
"Battle City! Pay up!" The Taxi driver demanded.
Serenity obeyed, and paid the cost, as well a generous tip. One thing that Yugi gave his friends, was money, and lots of it. Although, to the bitter and alone man, it would sound good, but somehow Yugi was the only asset that the gang needed badly.
They quietly exited out of the car, and walked slowly towards the tower. A wave of thousands of duelists and fans crowded below the dueling platform. The gang, without excitement, shoved opens the VIP doors, and awaited the battle.
"The battle's starting..." Serenity pointed out.
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The battle would be fierce, no doubt. Yami and Seto glanced in anger, as the duelists smirked in anticipation. Who was going to win? They both thought. As the match went on, Seto seemed to have the advantage over Yami.
Both shuffled their decks, without breaking eye contact with one another.
Within a few turns, victory crouched closer to Seto's lap, and slowly began to wiggle. Yami frowned, as he didn't predict the match going so downhill so fast. After Seto's third and final Blue-Eyes-White-Dragon was summoned. Yami smiled, as he surrendered, as he had no hope of pulling off a comeback.
Within the surrender, Seto pushed the flashing button in front of him, leading Yami to fall from a great height. Upon the scaffolding, Seto raised the frown of victory.
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The gang stood up, as they immediately ran towards the battling platform. After a few minutes, Seto quietly packed up his Duel-Disk system, and proceeded to walk out. The security managed to control the depressed duelists and fans of what the punishment the loser had to face, and death usually wasn't a tolerant thing.
Joey and Tea rushed up to Seto's face to scream a few curse-words which would make Chris Rock wince. Seto ignored the faces, and coldly boarded the limo await for him in front. Without a sense of regret, Seto quietly turned on his laptop, and observed the stock drops.
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In tears, the gang walked onto Yugi's house. Joey, without hesitation, declared his cards as the most valuable possession he had. Tea, continued to weep for the fallen comrade of the entourage. Tristan and Serenity was depressed in such a way, that it would make Kurt Cobain look awfully cheerful in his latter days.
However, Bakura silently frowned. He suspected something, he ALWAYS suspected something.
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Within the site, a limping figure, supported by Pegasus himself, slowly made way to the private, bulletproof limo. The rough rocks managed to rip apart his clothes, and revealed most parts of his torso. By some divine intervention, his lower parts were fully concealed.*
* - Take Dragonball Z for example. The main character gets blasted by a violent energy blast that eats away the shirt he wore. However, his lower works manages to scrap a few marks and tears. Or the Hulk for that matter. He manages to keep his pants ON after his body enlarged tenfold. If God existed, he was awfully embarrassed.
"By Jingo, wasn't... that... awfully... fun?" Pegasus remarked.
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* - Sexual Transmitted Diseases were a favorite metaphor to describe a certain aspect in life, in the 21st century. One of the cleverest ones was describing a type of government. For example, Communism was a hooker with syphilis. It looks good for a moment, but if more men continued to join, then the more it deteriorates.
"Yugi, what were your feelings when Seto spat at your face?"
"Yugi, how does it feel to be one of the most despised men in the commercial business?"
"Mr Moto! Care to explain the stakes that you've offered the ex-champion to battle you?"
With that, Yami quietly looked towards Pegasus. At his right side, he was awfully cheerful when his most valuable economic asset was being raped by all sides. Within a smile, his hand waved signaling the reporters to er... "Bugger Off", so to speak. Security wrapped up the journalists within a moment, and proceeded to shut a big door on their faces.
"Pegasus, I want out," Yami declared.
Within a sigh, Pegasus quietly handed Yami a document, and a credit card. The document awfully resembled a legit death certificate, while the credit card was something every flat-chest woman found erotically useful.
"Don't mention it," Pegasus, sipping another mouthful of 'Special, fruit juice.'
Yami smiled, as he contacted Seto for a favor.
----------------------------------------------
Tristan, Tea, Joey, Serenity and Ryou rode the Taxi without saying anything.
It was Yugi's third match with Seto, and they were tied with one-a-piece. Within the worried thoughts of the outcome of the duel, they were mainly focused on when they could speak to Yugi again. It was a week since they spoke to Yugi, and with the whole stardom thing, they feared if they would ever speak to the vertically-challenged protagonist again.
Joey quietly looked onto his deck, as it was the only thing that he cared for given by Yugi himself. He shuffled his deck to reveal one of his signature cards, Time Wizard, and sighed as it could prove more useful than his dilemma. Ryou would offer one of his 'Cheer up' pat-on-the-backs to Joey right now, but he didn't feel the need of it.
"Battle City! Pay up!" The Taxi driver demanded.
Serenity obeyed, and paid the cost, as well a generous tip. One thing that Yugi gave his friends, was money, and lots of it. Although, to the bitter and alone man, it would sound good, but somehow Yugi was the only asset that the gang needed badly.
They quietly exited out of the car, and walked slowly towards the tower. A wave of thousands of duelists and fans crowded below the dueling platform. The gang, without excitement, shoved opens the VIP doors, and awaited the battle.
"The battle's starting..." Serenity pointed out.
-----------------------------------------------
The battle would be fierce, no doubt. Yami and Seto glanced in anger, as the duelists smirked in anticipation. Who was going to win? They both thought. As the match went on, Seto seemed to have the advantage over Yami.
Both shuffled their decks, without breaking eye contact with one another.
Within a few turns, victory crouched closer to Seto's lap, and slowly began to wiggle. Yami frowned, as he didn't predict the match going so downhill so fast. After Seto's third and final Blue-Eyes-White-Dragon was summoned. Yami smiled, as he surrendered, as he had no hope of pulling off a comeback.
Within the surrender, Seto pushed the flashing button in front of him, leading Yami to fall from a great height. Upon the scaffolding, Seto raised the frown of victory.
-------------------------------------------------
The gang stood up, as they immediately ran towards the battling platform. After a few minutes, Seto quietly packed up his Duel-Disk system, and proceeded to walk out. The security managed to control the depressed duelists and fans of what the punishment the loser had to face, and death usually wasn't a tolerant thing.
Joey and Tea rushed up to Seto's face to scream a few curse-words which would make Chris Rock wince. Seto ignored the faces, and coldly boarded the limo await for him in front. Without a sense of regret, Seto quietly turned on his laptop, and observed the stock drops.
-------------------------------------------------------
In tears, the gang walked onto Yugi's house. Joey, without hesitation, declared his cards as the most valuable possession he had. Tea, continued to weep for the fallen comrade of the entourage. Tristan and Serenity was depressed in such a way, that it would make Kurt Cobain look awfully cheerful in his latter days.
However, Bakura silently frowned. He suspected something, he ALWAYS suspected something.
-----------------------------------------------
Within the site, a limping figure, supported by Pegasus himself, slowly made way to the private, bulletproof limo. The rough rocks managed to rip apart his clothes, and revealed most parts of his torso. By some divine intervention, his lower parts were fully concealed.*
* - Take Dragonball Z for example. The main character gets blasted by a violent energy blast that eats away the shirt he wore. However, his lower works manages to scrap a few marks and tears. Or the Hulk for that matter. He manages to keep his pants ON after his body enlarged tenfold. If God existed, he was awfully embarrassed.
"By Jingo, wasn't... that... awfully... fun?" Pegasus remarked.
------------------------------------------
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