A/N: I made this story up a long-ass time ago, back when I was a wee little man. (Ok, so not exactly "wee little" as in elementary school. More like middle school "wee little.")
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Period. So shut up.
Tsurugi Island. An island of mischief, hope, legendary stuff, and other crap like that. It is a beautiful island; lots of trees, cute girls, and of course, a shit-load of monsters. But hey, nobody's perfect. Don't forget there are hobos in this story too. Let's start at the beach area at the bottom of the island.
Chapter 1
A 15-year-old boy name Robert is in deep slumber (as usual). He sleeps all day in his house, built inside a cliff-like cave or something. Well, until the phone rang making him fall off the bed, everything was sweet. Still rubbing his head from the fall, he picked up the phone.
"Hello?" greeted Robert tiredly.
"Hey stupid, get your ass up!!" exclaimed Lawrence impatiently on the other end of the phone line. "I got your psi-blades ready so come down here and pick them up, okay?"
Robert got up from the ground, still wearing his boxers.
"Okay, I'll be there in a sec," he replied. "Later masturbator."
Robert, our idiot…err person of the day, started to get a change of clothes and got ready to head for the shower. After the shower, he then noticed his baby pet, Lesser Dragon, sleeping on the rug in his room lying on his back with his legs up and mouth open.
"Wish I were that relaxed," Robert grumbled.
He then changed into his baggy blue pants, his gray T-shirt with a dragon on the back, and his watch.
"Where the fuck is my gear?!" he roared irritated.
He finds his gear and put on his kneepads, elbow pads, and his one strap backpack.
"Ok, I'm out of here."
He then ran upstairs to the living room and headed out the door, climbing down the ladders in his cliff house, then headed to the forest road where he suddenly tripped on a weird-looking rock.
"Ow, you fucking rock!!!" Robert cursed at the inanimate object.
Like an idiot, he kicked the rock rapidly not knowing when the rock was unearthed, it revealed a very pissed off Stone Ogre Grotto, a behemoth shaped by giant boulders.
"OH SHIT!!" he cried out as he looked up at the creature.
Yep, Robert's really fucked this time.
"Hey Mr. Rock Guy…I…. I…. I…buhhh ahhhhhhhhhh!!" he yelled out as he dashed off with the rock monster chasing after him. Then suddenly Robert actually used his brain. Thinking of a plan, he thought, Maybe if I run off one of the docks where Lawrence lives, I'll be safe from this rock thing. But first I better run like hell!
New Port City is a peaceful city with nice friendly people, shops, and merchants that try to rip you off for crap that might break as soon as you get home. All was quiet…that is, until Robert and the rock monster ran through the town square with a lot of noise. Everyone took a hint and ran away. Robert jumped off the dock and into the water. He swam out a bit. The rock monster followed and then sunk like a rock (get it?).
"Phew! I'm glad that's over," Robert muttered. "Damn that was close!"
As he headed over to the shore where his friend was waiting for him.
"Well, while you were playing with your new friend I was waiting for your ass you moron!!" Lawrence yelled at Robert with much aggravation. "C'mon, let's head over to my house."
They headed over to Lawrence's house. Robert dried off when he got there and checked out his house as they went in. Lawrence was more than just a short person; he specialized in weapon development and science experiments.
"Nice house," Robert complimented. "Now, where's this secret lab you were talking about?"
Lawrence pulled out a key card from his pocket and swiped it on one of the books in the bookcase. The bookcase split in two and separated.
"Sweet, that's bad ass Lawrence," Robert said, looking as if he'd never saw it before.
As they enter the lab room, Robert noticed that there were computer terminals, wide-screen computers, and capsules for making aliens. Robert also looked in a clear glass capsule with what the label said, "Alien Runner EX-002." Robert wondered what it could be but shook his head at the thought and wanted to know where his psi-blades were.
"Well, here they are Robert," said Lawrence as he handed Robert his weapons. "Your psi-blades,"
"Wow, thanks little man. I've been—" began Robert, gazing at his new weapons.
"That'll be 200 bucks you!" Lawrence interrupted him.
Robert looked at Lawrence as if he had lobsters coming out of his ears.
"200 FUCKING BUCKS?!" he exclaimed in surprise. "NO WAY! YOU SERIOUS?!"
"No money, no weapons…" Lawrence held out his hand with a little smirk.
"All right," Robert said as he handed Lawrence the money." I hope you're happy, you bastard."
Once they were in his hands, all Robert could do was look at them like a kid with a shiny new toy. He strapped them on and wanted to check them out.
"Hey little man, how do these things work?" he asked.
"I equipped the bottom with a sensor so if you want to fight, the energy blades come out like if you feel threatened or something," Lawrence explained clearly.
"Wow Lawrence, you really outdid yourself here," Robert complimented. "Hey, let's go see Memo and that white guy we know."
Lawrence agreed and asked Robert to wait while he changed into his outfit. After a couple minutes, Lawrence came out dressed in a special type of armor similar to Boba Fett's armor from Star Wars. It had the helmet, the chest plate, and the pack, but he also added some extra modifications to it. A light saber that he made three days ago was strapped to the belt.
"Okay, Robert, let's go," he affirmed.
Robert and Lawrence left New Port City and headed to the forest road again, but this time they took the route to Matataki Village. Matataki was a village of forest people and tree huggers. Plant life flourished here. As Robert and Lawrence arrived in the village, they saw a long marketplace, called a bazaar, on the right side.
"Where's Memo and Tim at?" Robert asked.
Lawrence, checking the map, found the tree house where they both lived. He pointed in the direction of the house in front of them.
"This must be it," said Robert. "C'mon little man."
After climbing up the rope ladder, Robert knocked on the door but no one answered.
"Hey, put your pants back on ya homos and open the fucking door!" he yelled at the door.
No answer.
Lawrence then noticed some people screaming in the village square in the center of Matataki Village. The two boys climbed down from the tree house and went to investigate. What they found was Memo and Tim fighting a vicious monster.
"TRY SHOOTING IT YOU FOOL!!" Memo shouted at Tim because Tim had pretty bad aim.
"I JUST GOT THIS BOW AND ARROW THING TODAY!!" Tim yelled back.
Memo took action. He ran up and stabbed the monster, leaving it stunned. He then made his final move and made a huge uppercut from the waist up all the way to the monster's head. The creature split in two before falling to the ground, turning the green grass into a bloody circle. The villagers took the monster and threw it into the woods. They then went along with their business as if nothing happened.
Robert looked at the monster…then at Memo.
"Mental note: never get Memo mad," Lawrence commented.
"Hey Memo, Tim…you guys were great…well, except you Tim," Robert said and then laughed. "You need MORE practice."
"Hey Robert, nice weapons," Tim said as he looked at the shininess of the psi-blades. "What are they?"
"Do you like 'em?" asked Robert. "Lawrence made 'em for me. They're lightweight, portable, and they look cool too."
Let's get off the subject a bit and describe the two new guys. Memo had dark hair and eyes and was wearing a black cloak with a little bit of armor. He also had a bone reaper, a special kind of reaper made from legendary dragon bones—or so they say.
As for Tim, he wore green baggy pants, a brown T-shirt, and a green trench coat. He had blonde hair and carried a bow and arrow set. Of course he needed more practice to get better at them (yeah right).
"Hey guys, let's go see Tracy in Sea Breeze Village," suggested Robert.
Memo looked at Robert in a weird way.
"Oh, I see why," he concluded.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Robert responded sarcastically. "C'mon lunch box. Let's go."