Kanji Attack

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If you're going to sue me, I suggest reading this statement first because I don't plan on saying this again.

You know me by know. I've been known to continue and then discontinue. Not happening this time. I've learned. And Dartz will punish me if I stop.

Each segment of this fic is based on kanji. If you don't know what kanji is, look it up on Google. Trust me, you'll figure it out as you read along. And I'm a self insert along with all my buddies. So ha. If you don't like it, then cry me a river. Or just plead and plead in your review and I might give sympathy.

Main Narrator: Once upon a time in a Japanese government, they decided to invent Kanji, taken from Chinese characters in order to avoid confusion of words that sound alike. However, an evil force has taken all the kanji and hid them in special cards and scattered them throughout the world. That evil force is me. The author. That's right. And noone knows except you.

So how does this involve the Yu-Gi-Oh gang? I'll tell you. They can no longer feel the kaze in the air. The hot ai between Joey and Mai is no more. The glares of doku between Seto and Yugi are gone. So they traveled half way around the world on a plane to reclaim the Kanji stolen from them... and met me.. Let the chaos commence.

Joey: trips over a pile of luggage Son of a .... looks around witch!

Anzu (Tea) (I like Anzu, deal with it): Good going Joey.

Joey: What? That, my friends, is a chapter of Joey's success in improvisation.

Yugi: Aren't we supposed to be here for something different?

Joey: Oh yeah, that Kanji thing.

wind blows around the airport, a guy cloaked in blue, a.k.a. me, appears in front of them

Me: Hello. I am your host in your search for your lost Kanji.

Joey: He looks like a turd!

something whacks him in the head

Joey: OW!!

Me: Don't piss me off. I have friends.

Joey turns around to find a rather pissed off bluish Kuriboh

Kuriboh: screams gibberish and whacks him in the head again.

Me: Let me get a head count. Yugi, Joey, Anzu, Tristan. That's it?

Tristan: Yeah. I can't believe that it takes me this long to talk.

Anzu: Cuz Joey yaps too much.

Yugi: ;

Me: Anyway, I have interesting information for you. As you may know, an EVIL force has taken your Kanji and scattered it around the world. If you want them back, you must track them down, release its inner spirit and challenge it to a duel. You win, you get Kanji; you lose, Kanji wanders the world. Kanji are gathered in cards.

Yugi: What if I hate Kanji?

Me: Too bad. Your Yami is stuck in a puzzle. I have your puzzle. holds up the Puzzle Look familiar?

Yugi: OO My aibou! (Aibou roughly means partner in Japanese for non conscientious Japan people)

Me: Grab your luggage and follow me. We have no time to waste. I'll consider giving back this dinky trinket if you can keep up with me. You might some... familiar people as we take this journey.

Tristan: -- Great job with the luggage, Anzu. Just HAD to fit in that last bag.

Anzu: Five bags is not enough for a girl like me.

Tristan: Says you.

Kuriboh: smacks Tristan in the back of the head Kuri kuri!!

Yugi: .............

Joey: Never mind, let's chase this freak!

That's your introduction. Now if nobody bans this, that would be awesome. By the way, there will be roughly 15 Kanji in this fic. The first one is doku, the Kanji for poison.

Now, if this fic receives over 5 reviews, I will consider writing up another chapter. If there are less, there will be no chapter. Simple concept. Check out my bio for my IM info. You give me your e-mail and your IM and we'll have a lovely discussion over useless shit or this fic or something like that. Now, let's press that button on the bottom that says "Submit Review," and write me a little something. Take care and don't do drugs.