Yu-gi-oh! doesn't belong to me. There. It's a disclaimer.
"Finally!"
Ramse said, "I finished my homework!"
Caira looked up in mild disinterest. "I finished mine two hours ago. What
took you so long?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about the puzzle," Ramse said. "I can't
wait to see what it looks like when it's done!"
He reached for the bag and emptied out the pieces on the table. "Okay..."
he mused, "this goes here, and this attatches. No, it doesn't. So what
does?"
Caira sat across the table from her brother, watching him attempt to put together
the puzzle. She fiddled with her necklace, boredly. Ramse was getting nowhere
fast. Scratch that. He was getting nowhere very slowly. She reached across the
table and grabbed two pieces, snapping them together expertly. "Here, Ramse.
That should help."
He glanced up. "Thanks, sis." He stared at the golden pieces scattered
across the table and sighed. "I can't do this. You do it."
Caira grinned. "No problem." She found another piece and fitted it
to the first two. "Hmm, now what would fit into this pattern?" she
thought aloud.
Ramse stared at her for a few seconds before asking, "Caira? Can I see
that necklace?"
Caira removed it from around her neck. "Sure. It was kinda uncomfortable,
anyway."
Ramse fiddled around with the necklace, before fastening it around his waist.
"It looks pretty good as a belt," he thought to himself. He watched
his sister as she worked away at the puzzle. "Hah, you always were good
with pizzles, sis," he said. No matter how hard he tried, she would always
beat him whenever they played Dungeon Dice Monsters. Both Ramse and Caira had
been playing games since they were able to hold a card and die. Their father
had seen to that. He was proud that their great great grandfather, Yugi Moto,
was still known as the King of Games. The two kids had inherited Yugi's fighting
spirit, and love for the game. Ramse was a talented Duel Monster player, and
he had already won many tournaments. His sister was good too, but not as good
as him. Dungeon Dice Monsters was completely different. Caira had a knack for
fitting the pathways just so, and she planned her routes perfectly. She had
won just as many Dungeon Dice Monsters tournaments as he had Duel Monsters tournaments.
The two of them were a great team. Ramse was shaken from his thoughts by Caira's
loud exclaimation.
"Done!" she proclaimed. She held up the puzzle. It was shaped like
a pyramid, and had a circle near the top.
"What's that circle thingy for?" Ramse asked, pointing to the loop
of gold.
Caira shrugged. "Probably so you can put a cord through it and wear it
around your neck."
Ramse shook his head. "You do it. I want your necklace."
"But it's mine," Caira protested. "Dad gave it to me."
"True," Ramse conceeded, "but it looks better on me. Besides,
you put together the puzzle, so it should belong to you."
"If you say so," Caira said. "But--" she was cut short by
a furious pounding at the door.
Ramse ran to the door and opened it. There stood Hiro.
"Is your father home?" he asked.
Ramse shook his head. "No. Why?"
"I had hoped to see the rare card that he brought with him," Hiro
replied.
"How do you know he brought a rare card?" Caira asked, joining her
brother at the door.
Hira smirked. "I heard your brother here, tell you." He glanced at
Ramse's new belt. "That's an interesting belt. Is it an Egyptian design?"
"Supposedly," came a voice from behind Hiro. There stood Mr. Moto.
"Hiro Kaiba, to what do I owe the honor of having you visit my house?"
he asked.
"Skip all that, old man," Hiro replied. "I want to see your rare
card."
Mr. Moto was surprised. "My rare card?" He stopped to think. "Oh,
you mean the Blue Eyes White Dragon!"
Hiro sighed impatiently. "No, Mr. Moto. Everyone knows that the Moto family
owns the fourth Blue Eyes, and that it's now a useless card since it's been
torn in two."
Mr. Moto shook his head. "But it hasn't."
"What!" Caira and Ramse exclaimed.
"Here, I'll show you," their father said. He opened a small package
that had been sitting on the table and pulled out a Blue Eyes White Dragon in
perfect condition.
"It can't be!" Hiro cried. "It must be a fake!"
"Not at all," Mr. Moto chuckled. "I had it restored. Thanks to
some recent technology, it's been put back in mint condition. It can even be
used in actual duels once again." He handed the card to Ramse. "And
my son will be using it."
Hiro turned to Ramse. "So kid, what'll it take for you to give that card
to me?" Ramse held the card tight.
"You can't have it. You already have three, why do you want another one?"
"I need to complete my collection," Hiro said angrily. "I'll
pay you three million dollars for that card!"
Ramse was angry. "You think you can just buy this from me? It's been in
my family for five generations, and it's a gift from my dad. Besides, it belongs
in the hand of a master duelist."
Hiro's voice rose in anger. "You brat! Just because you're the descendant
of the King of Games doesn't mean you're some great player. And you may have
won a few competitions, but that doesn't make you a master duelist. It's time
to duel! Right here, and right now, with the Blue Eyes White Dragon as the prize.
If I win, then you'll hand over the Blue Eyes."
Ramse's eyes lit up. "Fine then! We're going to the nearest arena to duel.
Then I'll show you how good I am!"
Hiro laughed. "I never said I was going to duel you."
"What?" Ramse was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I challenge your sister, Caira."
"WHAT!?" Caira cried. "I can't duel as well as Ramse can!"
"I know," Hiro replied, calmly. "You aren't good enough to defeat
me."
Caira bristled up. "Say what? Just because I'm not as good as my brother
doesn't mean I can't beat you. I accept your challenge!"
"Now sis," Ramse said nervously, "you have to calm down."
"Calm down?" Caira yelled. "He just challenged me. And a challenge
to me is challenge to both of us!"
"You're right," Ramse said, turning to face Hiro. "My sister
and I won't loose to you, Hiro Kaiba."
The arena hummed
to life, as Caira and Hiro took their respective places to duel. On the side,
Ramse and Mr. Moto stood, watching silently. "You can do it, sis."
Ramse thought. "Hiro may be a good duelist, but you can beat him."
Hiro smiled at the nervous girl who faced him. "Just to make this interesting,"
he said, "we'll make it a speed duel. Each of us will start out with 1000
life points."
"1000!" Caira exclaimed. "One or two hits, and you could loose!"
Hiro shrugged, "I guess that's the risk I'll have to take. Now let's get
this over with so I can take my new card home."
Caira nodded. "Fine then. It's time to duel!" The puzzle around her
neck began to glow. "Wha--?" she cried, as the golden pyramid rose
into the air.
"Let me duel..." a voice whispered. The world around her became dark,
and she could see nothing but a tiny pinpoint of light ahead. "I will duel..."
"Who are you?" Caira asked. The light came closer to her.
"I am Yami. I am you. We will duel."
Caira watched the light move in closer until it surrounded her. "We will
duel," she repeated. "Yami..."
"What's happening?" Hiro asked. He stared in surprise and fear as
Caira's body lit up. The glowing body grew, and soon began to flicker into reality
to reveal...someone else.
The new person looked up, dark purple eyes penetrating deep into Hiro. "Hiro
Kaiba. Now it's time to--GAH! What am I doing in a dress?!"
Chapter 1 is up! Did it take you by surprise? Yes everyone, this is a humor fic. There were a few questions about the prologue. Firstly, the name is spelled 'Moto'. I'm using the American spelling just so nothing gets confusing. Second, the father of Ramse and Caira is not Yugi. Yugi is their great great great grandfather. And does Yami have his memory? We'll have to see, now won't we? There is plenty more to come.