A/N: And how many stories do you see crossover in this piece!! Anyway, here is another chapter of insanity. Hopefully, they will be dueling within the next two chapters.
Anyway, my thanks to Yami Silverdramon and Kuramas Girl Angel for your lovely reviews, and Jareth, you had better review! As far as my other stories, I will get back to them. This is just a plot bunny that needs to be fed.
Chapter 2: Future World
After many and various rather interesting adventures, that some may call mishaps, the potential Duel Monsters duelist and his faithful although rather gullible companion finally found the doorway to the proper dimension. They left through an invisible door in the middle of a flower filled meadow, that was lined by a brick road painted in the same brilliant color as the bright happy shining sun, to come a back dark alley, that was lined by multi-story houses with black metal landings and ladders, that did not quite touch the ground. There were garbage cans overflowing with garbage (and cheerfully populated by rats and flies and riff raff), alley cats doing their thing in their rather boisterous manner (that spoke of little meows in about two months), and back street pushers pushing their goods, that Kel found most intriguing. The pushers were not at all impressed by any of the unusual items, that the blue haired bard had to offer, even when several tentacles of a menacing sort of way snaked out of his bag and drew these not so legal merchants into the recesses of the incredible duffle bag.
Galen's one green eye opened wide, and he clutched the dusty leather bound tome with its cryptic writing on the spine, that translated as "Necronomicon" in a dark brown ink (It seemed like the type of book his master would like, so he picked it up in his travels, even though it gave him the willies) close to himself.
"What was that?" He cried out to his companion.
The odd little yellow and black rodent with the thunder bolt tail gave a hearty "Pikachu!" in agreement.
"Ah," Kel answered, as he picked up the fallen packages of the unfortunate sobs, "That was just Octavius; he's just taking them to that groovy Octopus Garden under the sea."
"Uh . . ." Galen replied, "Will they be all right?"
"Sure, man! It's a way out groovy place. Come on, we're going to miss out on the games!" he exclaimed.
The two travelers walked through the very long alley. The brown haired youth gawked up at the tall buildings creating the alley. Outside the dark tower and other solitary towers he had seen, but he had never seen a residence more than 3 stories high. The Pikachu on his head grumbled a not so nice comment, that would not be suitable for the "Pokemon" audience, and Ash would have been shocked in more than one way, about the movement of the youth's head. The irate pokemon tumbled from his perch. He grasped the youth's long multi colored scarf (that was another souvenir of his recent travels), climbed his way back up his long pulled back hair to reach his lofty perch yet again.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "What kind of mystical place have you brought me to now, sir?"
"Ah, little apprentice dude, this is only the back alley of modern day Domino City," answered his blue haired grooving companion. Galen's brow furrowed. He thought his time period was modern time, and it was nothing like this. "This isn't such a way out cosmic place. You wouldn't smoke any of my special stuffed mushrooms. That is one way out stellar cosmic journey."
"Sorry, Kel, sir," the youth replied with a deep blush, "Master warned me not to eat, drink, or especially smoke anything you offer me."
"Ah, what does he know? He's just one of the Grateful Dead,"Kel replied off handedly. After second thought, he added, "But, then again, Jerry did have some way out groovy stuff."
"My master is not one of the Grateful Dead. He is one of the evil undead. I think there's a difference," the apprentice pointed out merrily.
The bard only waved him off and continued down the overly long alley. "You worry too much."
"Kel, sir, you say we are in Domino City. Is that far from this Battle City?"
"Not at all, little bro. It's the same place," the blue haired half elf remarked as if it was a silly question.
Galen scratched his head, and Pikachu, being such a helpful pokemon, helped him. Another question came to the young man's mind. "Haven't we been gone from home a long time? I mean, we went to all those wild places. Master would have liked that Hogswart's place . . . except for the rats . . . and I rather liked it myself."
"Now, didn't you learn anything from that groovy Doctor fellow? Time is relevant. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
"But I have to learn all those necromantic spells, although master says in my case, they turn out to be more of true resurrection spells. He says that I wasn't really cut out for necromancy and all, but I'm trying."
"Ah, don't worry about Ned and Nancy, little apprentice dude. You'll be back in plenty of time to have your lessons and have tea with that most excellent couple. Besides, I have a tea date with Alice, that I wouldn't miss for the world. I'll get you back before you left."
Galen's brow furrowed yet again, and he tried to figure out what his companion was talking about. Of course, after such recent adventures, he did the wise thing and gave up trying to make sense of Kel. He hurried to catch up with his guide. They came upon a busy street, where pockets of teens stood about in conversation or watching others duel. Galen stepped back into the shade of the alley. He had been accepted as Malhavoc's apprentice over a year ago, and he came with the crotchety old undead wizard to live in Nikodemus' tower, where all manners of strange creatures passed through. Tallon, Nikodemus' student, even took him into Portston, where that fine establishment "The Purple Unicorn" was located. The young man was kind of used to the odd assortment of the various races, magical and not so magical, that inhabited the city, and with some reluctance, learned that none of them, human or otherwise, really meant him any harm. Now he stood on the edge of a city, where everyone was most definitely human, and although some of them had way out weird clothes and hair styles, that defied the laws of gravity, they were normal humans like the world that he was originally from, and they were not the dregs or outcasts of society like the inhabitants of Portston. On their many adventures to get them there, Galen and Kel only met a few people at a time, four or five at the most, and there usually was someone a bit off with them. After all, Brock never opened his eyes, but he sure was able to see, especially when a pretty girl walked by, and Ash and his party were very friendly with them. These people in this Battle City didn't look as kind. Many of them wore leathers and chains, and they had the narrow eyed competitive look about them.
"Kel, won't we stand out a bit? Everyone's human, and you have blue hair and pointed ears. Our dress styles don't fit in with them either."
"Oh no prob, little bro!" he replied sagely, "Didn't you learn anything from the Orange Islands? It is an anime universe. No one will notice anything or anyone out of the norm, and blue, green, or pink hair are all right and in fashion. As far as our dress style, early hippie is always in style."
"Oh," he replied unsure. He was going to protest his own costume being out of place until he saw two older men pass them. They wore long flowing hooded purple robes with a golden eye symbol on the front of the hood. The apprentice clamped his mouth shut.
Kel pranced his 60's sort of hippie grooving way out into the street amongst all these gamesters. Galen jumped alert and chased after his companion. He did not even have time to ask about why there were so many tall white towers with many many windows in this one city. The amazing Technicolor anti-bard found a group in the street . . .a perfect target for his dueling expertise. The group consisted of three teen boys, three teen girls, and an old man. The old man wore tan bib overalls and a pink shirt. He had wild grey hair and a well trimmed white beard and mustache. His round brown eyes grew wide at the sight of the travelers.
The smallest of the teen boys bore a striking resemblance to this man. He stood just less than 5 feet tall and he had the same wild hairstyle and wide round eyes of the older man, but his hair and eyes were different colors. His hair started off as blonde at the face, and then it went black, then ended in purple. His eyes were strangely a lavender color, that the young apprentice never remembered normal humans having as an eye color. He wore a sleeveless leather shirt with metal rings and chains, and he had a dog collar around his neck, that defied the look of innocence in the youth's face. He wore his jacket tied around his neck, and it flowed out like a cape when he moved. The greatest thing that caught Galen's eye about this teen was the rather bulky pyramid shaped pendant with that strange eye symbol on it like the one that the men in purple robes had on their hoods.
The next boy was a tall lanky shaggy haired blonde youth with dark brown eyes, which narrowed in a most menacing way at the pair. He wore a simple blue and white t-shirt and jeans. He, like the smaller boy and Kel had a Duel Disc on his left arm. He raised clenched fists. A look of complete and utter intent to murder crossed his face, and Galen had to swallow his lunch back down. The complete look of hatred was aimed at the apprentice, and Galen stood there tense and nervous, ready to bolt like a frightened rabbit at any moment.
The other teen had short-cropped brown hair and narrow dark eyes, that spoke of a similar intentions of vengeance as the tall blonde. He wore a blue blazer over a plain white t-shirt, and he, also raised his fists with the means of inflicting much pain upon present new company.
The three girls stood off to the side. One girl with a round face, short brown hair, and big round blue eyes raise her fists and spoke words of vengeance at the on looking pair. Of course, her reaction could have been due to Kel's direct line of vision, which took in her over abundant assets, that no teen girl of a child's anime should quite have. The movement of her lithe body spoke of kicking Kel back to the dimension from which he came.
The girl with the long brown hair, who appeared to be a bit younger than the others, stood in the back of the group with a look of confusion on her face. She bore some resemblance to the tall blonde boy in stature and poise. Her grey eyes looked over everyone involved in this coming showdown. She had a normal waif like anime female figure, suitable for this kind of show. Her confusion soon turned to anger, as she realized that the lecherous bard was more interested in her companions' assets than her own.
The last was a tall blonde girl with those odd lavender eyes common to this universe. She wore a tight leather pants and a halter-top that gratified her curves well. She had a sleeveless jacket and fingerless gloves that matched well with her outfit. She had a similar matching choker about her neck that depressed in the proper spot to accent her cleavage. Her wavy blonde hair framed her angular face, and her sharp red lips made her frightening, but an enticing vixen. Kel's spacey blue eyes were ready to fall out.
The girls did not have to approach him to attack. He did enough of the approaching to suit himself. In a blink of an eye, he was already in the endeavors upon the girls, which guaranteed him singing soprano in the near future. The long brown haired beauty was not worth his efforts since she didn't have abundant tracks of land, and he had only two hands. Thusly, she was plotting her vengeance upon the peculiar wiry pointed eared man. The amazing mystical mushroom bard sauntered his way over behind the girls and placed lecherous hands on the girls, where no man should place a hand on a girl that he did not know the name of, but he would have done his monk friend Miroku proud.
The guys were torn between beating the tar out of the potential Rare Hunter or killing the lecherous musician. Chivalry had long since died in this universe and the two girls were well capable of taking care of themselves. They casually and easily flipped the strung out bard up and over their shoulders, and body slammed him into the ground.
"Whoa! What a trip!" he exclaimed happily, as he laid spread eagle on the ground.
Galen didn't notice his friend's "distress", as he had problems of his own. He backed away from the irate men of the party. He tripped over his excessively 17-foot long scarf and fell backwards. The Pikachu said another interesting word, which didn't sound a thing like its name. It had had enough of this, and it electrified the air around it. Everyone took a much-needed nap.