Flower Petals: What did I tell ya? This is a short chapter, at least compared to the previous ones. However, since I'm in a chatty mood and since I have a lot to say, the space will most likely be filled up anyways.
For Sakurelle: Thank you for reviewing. Your support has been unbelievable and I'm very grateful. Sorry I haven't had a chance to read some more of your story. It looks great, and hopefully I can read more soon. And hey, if it means anything to you, I think Link looks super hot in red too! Green as well, but not blue. . .
For Ry-the Dark/Mystical Elf: I read the fourth chapter of our story at long last! It's pwetty good. Can't wait for the next update. And thanks for the reviews!
For Kurama: Newly born, eh? Don't know what that means, don't care, but thanx!
For Taleah: Thanks sis! It means a lot to me that you'd take the time to review my story. And thanks for all the help! I couldn't have done this without you looking over my shoulder and pointing out my spelling mistakes and so on. . .
For Kikkoken: (Sorry, I forgot how to spell your name!!!): I really enjoyed your Yu-Gi-Oh fan fiction. I don't know what "Street Fighter" is, so I'm a little apprehensive about reading it. To answer your question, as Sakurelle pointed out earlier, I spell, "Tea" horribly, hideously wrong. But as I've already misspelled it waaaaaay to many times, so I'm not going to spell it the correct way until my next fan fiction. I hope you don't mind. And thanks!
For Minachan?(Sorry, once again, no idea on how to spell your name(s)): I love your stories! One of you, (I forget which one), really knows how to throw a party. The other one, is really talented at making super cute stories. Sorry I haven't had the time to read more, but I will! And thanks for the review!
If I forgot anybody, I'm sorry. I have a horrible memory, (see above). Anyway, please read!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything pertaining, relating, or even remotely close to it. But I do own my sneakers. . .
Flower Petals
Recurrences
A young boy with multi color hair stood on a bright platform in the center of darkness. He had his eyes closed and arms spread wide out, as if addressing the sky. An Item around his neck glowed dimly at first, then burst out with an array of dazzling colors, banishing the darkness
A napkin was placed on a table. A napkin, drenched with sweat.
"Send an invitation to Yugi Muto immediately."
"Yes, sir."
Yugi Muto was walking home from school one day alone, when something he saw out of the corner of his eye made him stop. For on top of his mailbox, was a large package addressed to him. He sighed-he knew what it was. He had been debating with himself whether he should go or not. But he had come up with a decision days ago. He would just have to send the invitation back.
"What do you got there?" his grandfather asked as Yugi walked into the shop. He was helping one of his customers. One of his usual come-in-every-day customers.
She was a tall lady with a very long and very pointy nose. And she had an infamous, nasty habit of talking too much. She was Mrs. Glump.
"Is that what I think it is?" She placed a hand over her heart. "Little, Yugi, you make me so proud."
"It's an invitation to the Dueling Tournament on Pegasus's island," Yugi stated. "But I don't think I'm going."
Mrs. Glump slapped Gramps lightly across the arm. "Tell that boy to go! This is a chance of a life time." She nervously fingered with an item she always wore around her neck.
"Actually, it's the first annual competition of many more to come," Yugi began, but Mrs. Glump interrupted him.
"Don't get all smart on me, kid! Now, Mr. Solomon-" Gramps flinched, (Solomon was his real name, but everybody called him Grandpa), "-You must tell your grandson right now that he must, must-"
"No." Gramps shook his head. "This is Yugi's decision. And although I think you are right about it being a fantastic, new experience, I always let Yugi decide for himself what he thinks is best. Now my child, should I put up a sign outside my shop saying, "Proud Grandparent of a Champion Duelist"? Or should I get some paper and ink so you can write a letter of refusal?"
"I think the latter choice is the path I will take, Grandpa. But if you want, you can still put up a sign saying, "Proud Grandparent of a Wannabe Champion Duelist."
Gramps chortled. "That's my boy! That's my grandson."
"I'm sure glad all dat work is over," Joey admitted. "I mean, it das fun workin' with ya and Gramps, but so many people. . .I thought I was goin' da faint standin' up!"
"I usually feel that way too when we're pretty busy," Yugi confessed.
"It must be hard running your own shop," Tae thought out loud. "Do you get a lot of regular customers?"
"Oh yes. In fact, I see one now-Mrs. Glump."
All six friends were walking over to the Game Shop to hang out. It had been a busy day at school, and they were ready to do some relaxing.
"Is Mrs. Glump the one flirting with your grandfather, Yugi?" Bakura asked.
"Looks like she's about ready to hit him over the head with her purse, if you ask me," Taleah commented.
Tristen froze. "Is she really that mean? Maybe we shouldn't go inside."
Joey slapped his friend on the back. "Oh, come on. She's only da woman. The worst thin' she could do is scream in yar face or start cryin'."
"You're right, women aren't all that threatening."
Tae and Taleah eyed each other.
"You forgot that we're good at slapping," Tae warned.
"And if we get mad, we start kicking," Taleah added.
Tristen leapt behind Joey. "Oh, man! Women are scary!"
"Don't get dem angry!" Joey cried. "Der are two standin' right next da me! I've heard dey're pretty nasty when dey're upset."
Taleah was offended. "Hey! Like men aren't much better!"
"Yeah," Tae agreed. "All they do when they're mad, sad, or happy is sit down in front of the television!"
"So we can turn up da volume very loud an' not hear ya screamin' at us!" Joey defended himself.
Bakura stepped in-between the arguers. "Stop it. It's not worth fighting over, really. And Tristen, you no longer have to worry. I can't see anybody in the shop."
Yugi stood on his tiptoes so he could see better. "You're right, Bakura. I wonder where they went."
As the gang drew closer, Yugi realized that there was a piece of paper on the front door of the Game Shop. It was a letter for him. An angry one.
"Whas it say, buddy?"
Yugi swallowed. "It says to hand over my Millennium Puzzle. And if I don't. . .oh my heavens! They must have taken my grandfather! Grandpa? Grandpa!"
The six bolted into the shop. Gramps and Mrs. Glump were both missing. There appeared to have been no sign of a struggle. Everybody was puzzled by the fact that two people could disappear so quickly.
"What are ya goin' da do, bro?" Joey asked Yugi. "Are ya goin' da give up ya Millennium Item?"
Before Yugi could answer, the door to the Game Shop flew open and a bunch of men in suits and dark sun glasses stepped in. There were so many that they blocked out the light that had been pouring through the windows.
"Take them away," said a voice.
Nobody had time to act before they were grabbed by the intruders and taken away into one of the back rooms. The door was shut and locked behind them. Only Yugi remained.
"What do you want?"
"I have kidnaped your grandfather," Pegasus said. "However, I vow to return him if you hand over your Millennium Puzzle."
"No," Yugi refused. He sensed that there was more to this then what Pegasus mentioned. He wanted the Millennium Items for some reason. I'm not giving up Grandpa without a fight.
It was then when he felt a familiar presence within him struggling to come out. Once again, he felt himself changing. He became taller, smarter, and his hair grew sharper. The presence was strong now. It advised him on what to say.
"I have a better idea," Yugi said in a much deeper voice. "How about a duel? If I win, I get back my grandfather."
Pegasus's laughter rippled through the air. "A duel? Yugi, my dear boy, you have to earn the right to challenge me. You must prove yourself worthy. After all, I created this game did I not?" His voice was now barely above a whisper, "I know all the secrets. All the little tricks. Against me, you can only lose."
The room was a small one. It was mostly used to store important papers. Not many human beings. Tristen, Joey, Tae, Taleah, Bakura, and Mrs. Glump sat in the center feeling very squashed. Pegasus's guards formed a circle around them.
"I'm going to die!" wailed Mrs. Glump. "I'm young, but yet I'll never see another day!"
"What are ya doin' here anyway?" Joey asked, pulling up his knees so Tae could have more leg space.
"Same as you, I guess. I'm going to die!"
"Everything is going to be fine," Taleah assured. "I'm sure you'll get so see your husband soon."
"Husband? Who said anything about me having a husband?"
Even the guards were all looking at Mrs. Glump now.
Bakura scratched his head. "Are you not Mrs. Glump? I'm sorry, but where I come from, 'Mrs.' usually means that you're married."
"I'm not married. I just pretended to be a Mrs. so I could get all the Valentines Day and Anniversary specials on all the cards. But then everybody started calling me, 'Mrs. Glump,' and I didn't have the heart to tell them that I wasn't."
Taleah put her head in her hands. "I don't believe this."
"Women," said one of the guards, sighing.
"I'm going to die!"
This time is was Tristen.
Mrs. Glump hugged him. "Finally someone understands!"
"Don't worry, I'll get us out," volunteered Joey. "Hey Kemo? Wanna candy bar?"
Kemo's face tightened. "Get lost loser."
"Oh, so I have permission da leave?"
"Sit down! Nobody told you that you could stand. Stay put."
Joey threw his hands up. "He jus' contradicted himself! Kemo, do ya really want da waste your time guardin' me? I can get pretty annoyin'."
"I can vouch for that," Bakura said.
"It's not working," Kemo told Joey. "As much as I loathe to be around you, my job pays me good money."
"So I'm worth da money?"
"Hardly."
The three women gathered in a tight circle and started whispering. None of the men could make out what they were saying. When at last they reached some sort of agreement, (after playing a few games of rock, paper, scissors), Mrs. Glump stood up, stepped forward, and straightened her skirt. She smoothed down her hair, puffed out her chest, and walked over to Kemo.
"Hi there bad boy," she said in her most seductive voice.
"Lady, I'm warning you. Sit down."
"I love it when I'm ordered around."
"Sit down!"
"Hey, don't yell at me! I'm trying to be sexy here!"
"Take a seat!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Lady-" Kemo began, but then Mrs. Glump started crying. Tears flooded down her face and made big wet splashes on the floor. She looked very pitiable. Even the guards seemed to think so. One even handed her a tissue.
Kemo wasn't fooled. "Sit down lady."
Mrs. Glump stopped crying. "You meanie! You should be punished!" She glared at him through her glasses.
"I'm going to die!" Tristen cried.
"We're never going to get out of here," Taleah complained.
Yugi spoke. "What must I do to prove myself a worthy opponent?" He already knew the answer.
"Enter my little contest. Finalists get the pleasure of challenging me to a duel. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Don't worry. I'll be there. But the real pleasure will be defeating you and undoing all the evil acts you've committed against my family and friends."
The two man gazed at each other with apparent dislike and intense loathing. They despised one another.
Yugi knew that he had fallen into a trap. But he had no other choice. He had to get his grandfather back. And he had to make Pegasus pay.
Pegasus clapped his hands together. "Very well. You shall enter my contest. If you win, you get Pappy back and I'll give you my word that I will never bother you again. If you should lose, then I'll get two things of yours: your Puzzle and your grandfather! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
"Get out of my shop and take your goons with you!"
"Yes, Yugi. Kemo! Bring them out. We shall be leaving. See you soon, Yugiboy."
Six baffled people came out of the tiny room and went to stand behind Yugi. They all watched as Pegasus and his men left. None noticed Yugi shrink back to his normal size. The presence had left.
Yugi clenched his fists. "If that creep thinks he can get away with all that he has done, he's wrong. I'm going to enter that tournament and take back what's mine."
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Flower Petals: For those who read, thanks! I even got through that one. And please review. I'm feeling lazy, so I won't update until I get 8 reviews. I asked for three last time, and was shocked that I got four in less time then I believed I'd ever get one! Wow, that was confusing. . .Anyway, 8 reviews until the next update. Please review!
Taleah: 8 reviews or else!
Flower Petals: Or else you'll write all eight.
Taleah: Yeah. . .