"I play the Unstoppable Exodia!" The room was shrouded in Darkness, but it was clear a duel was going on. Two figures shrouded by Darkness were fighting. One had a Duel Disk, the other, apparently nothing. The Exodia rose from the Duel Disk-fighter's side of the field.
"Now Exodia! Obliviate!" The other figure yelled in pain as Exodia shot his energy at him. He was flung against a wall and fell to his knees.
"Exodia master... you have defeated me." The figure was shrouded in smoke, and with a pop, he disappeared. Almost immediately after the figure's smoke vanished. The room erupted with a light. The wall the figure rammed into was a giant slab, and it now was circled with electric bolts. The Duel Disk-fighter stood just staring at the bolts, letting the light flow over him, briefly lighting up the back of his head in flashes. Three figures stepped out of the shadows, all holding Duel Disks. They moved up to the fighter, as if waiting for instructions.
"Exodia masters. Ex-Od-Ia." The three figures snapped to attention. "I believe that way have hit a snag."
"A snag, sir?" One of the figures asked. The fighter nodded in response.
"I believe the King of Games may have been warned by now. My informant warned me of this."
"Even the King of Games can't stop Exodia!" The other two figures mumbled in agreement with the first.
"Never underestimate the King of Games. He has beaten Exodia before." The figure farthest to the right snorted.
"Strings? That Rare hunter? He didn't even know how to use Exodia." All the figures nodded but the fighter did not react.
"Strings was a fool, but the King of Games was the first person ever to summon Exodia. That demands respect."
"And we give it to him, sir, but his deck is now Exodia-less. His new deck has no chance against ours."
"Perhaps." The fighter moved closer to the bolts of electricity. He reached out, as to touch it, but he seemed to falter. "You are all to go to a different temple. Activate Exodia there. I will await you all at point 0." He withdrew his hand completely and hissed. "Hold your tongues. I hear voices." Sure enough, voices could be heard coming towards them. All of them jumped into the safety of the shadows and pushed themselves up on the wall.
"Well here it is Doctor Moto. Just as I said." Dr. Arc was pointing to the Piece of Exodia on the slab.
"Astounding," Yugi's Grandpa said. "Yes that is a piece of Exodia. How mysterious." The figure closest to the fighter leaned in to whisper something to the fighter.
"Isn't that the King of Games' father?" The fighter stirred, looking shocked.
"So it is, his Grandfather, not his father. The gods work in odd ways." The fighter moved silently behind Moto and Arc. With a quick movement, he knocked them unconscious.
"Prisoners?" One of the figures moved away from the wall. The fighter threw the bodies to the ground.
"Maybe. I will take them with me to point 0. They are most likely useless, but I will take them anyway." The figures smiled and nodded. The fighter cracked his knuckles. "It begins now. The power of Exodia will be ours! And so will the world." All four of them laughed.
'Yugi!' Yugi sat up in his bed. He was sweating and panting. Yugi wiped off some sweat and tried to respond to Yami.
'Yami?'
'Yugi, I don't have much time. Do not trust me anymore!'
'What?' Yugi was startled but no more thought-speech came. He just tried again.'Yami?'
'Yes, Yugi?'
'What do you mean don't trust you?' Yugi waited but Yami seemed to be puzzled.
'You must have been dreaming Yugi' Yami spoke more harshly then Yugi expected, but he put it to his side. He was having nightmares of the job ahead. Three figures? No, four? And his Grandpa... Yugi shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. Just a dream after all. Yugi put his feet on the ground and got up and stretched. He glanced over at the clock. 6:00AM. He told Kaiba he would be there at eight. Yugi stretched again and stifled a yawn. He got up and moved for the door.
Kaiba had his arms crossed waiting for his plane. He glanced at his watch. 6:30AM. His lips twitched with anger.
'Damn Yugi, I keep getting soft being around him.'
Kaiba uncrossed his arms, clenching his fists.
'Yugi...'
Kaiba shook his head.
'Why do I put up with him? I could easily push him out of my life.'
'Mokuba likes him.' He argued with himself.
'So? Does that mean I have to?'
'No, not really. But what about the safety of the world?'
'This magic hocus-pocus bullshit is finished for me. I hate the feeling of...'
'Weakness?' Kaiba raised an eyebrow. Was that it? Since he didn't have those 'magic' powers Yugi claimed to have, he felt inferior? Perhaps. Just one more thing Yugi was beating him at.
'I will beat Yugi.' Kaiba even noticed it sounded more like a plea then a statement. He dug his nails into his palm.
'Damn him.'
"Mr. Kaiba?"
Kaiba looked up to see one of his pilots.
"So, you are ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba." Kaiba took a couple more seconds to reflect.
"Lets go."
Sorry for the wait. I have a bad stomache virus that I hope won't slow me down again. Sorry.