Shadi: Adventure Bound

A Yu-Gi-Oh…Fanfiction…? By SpookyChild

Authors notes:

So, Shadi continues his so-called adventure in this chapter…in which…stuff happens. Very boring stuff. Stuff that shouldn't be in stories. Anyway…whatever. Here's the second chapter.

Disclaimer: So Kazuki Takahashi says to me, he says, "Damn, yo! Yu-Gi-Oh iz bein' MINE, bitch!" So I busted a cap in his ass.

Chapter Two

As he neared the intersection of Fifth and Main, Shadi realized that he needed one crucial component in order to have his so-called 'adventure'. He needed gas. As in, right now.

"Crap." Shadi cursed as his engine sputtered, gasped, and eventually went dead. It figured that he had to have the suckiest car in the history of the known world, in which the needle stayed right at half a tank the entire time. This was always the case; his car would go dead, and then he'd realize that he needed to get gas. He sighed and opened the door, exiting his car on the almost deserted street. Of course, no one with half a mind would be out here at this ungodly hour. No one except Shadi.

He looked up the road.

He looked down the road.

He checked his watch.

He repeated the process.

Shadi sighed, opening the hood of his car and pretending to know what he was doing. He stared down at the gadgets and do-hickies and whachamacallits, all of which looked increasingly similar. And scorching, as he soon found out.

"Oww! Son of a…" Shadi jerked his hand back and put his finger in his mouth, pouting a little as he did. "Stupid car." He added, kicking the wheel as he did so. He gave a satisfied smirk which turned into an eye twitch as he heard the inescapable sound of a deflating tire. He stood there for a full ten minutes before sighing, turning around to stare at the various shops and flickering lights of the small town of Domino.

"Oh Ra." He frowned. "The world." It didn't come as a shock to him when his voice came out as a terrified whisper. Shadi didn't work well in social circumstances; living most of his life as part of a secret Egyptian cult did not prepare him very well for life outside of said cult. He didn't have good people skills. In fact, he didn't have any people skills. Deciding that there was nothing he could do, Shadi sat down on the curb of the small street, putting his head in his hands and waited for somebody to stop.

Three hours later, Shadi contemplated suicide.

An hour after that, Shadi noticed that he was sitting across the street from a twenty-four hour garage, the occupants of which were laughing at him through the window.

Shadi really hated people.

The laughter didn't cease, even as Shadi walked through the door, kicking it shut behind him. "How may we help you?" One of the men snickered, elbowing his co-worker in the side to get him to shut up. Shadi used his best Shadi-style glare at the two men, both of which didn't seem impressed.

"My car has a flat tire." He said through gritted teeth. "And no fuel." The men cracked up again and Shadi's eye twitched. If this had been Egypt, he'd have them in chains right now and firing up an attack from the Koumori Dragon, or maybe Judge Man.

Yes, Shadi decided. It definitely would have been Judge Man.

(A/N)

So…yeah. I don't think Shadi's enjoying his adventure, do you?

Peace.