As said before, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Thanks to my reviewers. Response time.
Chuck ZFB: I guess I could say it's an honor to receive a compliment from you. After all, you've got what, 180 reviews and over fifty chapters in your story. It would be good if you did advertise the story, but that's up to you, I'm not exactly desperate.
SulliMike23: I got your email before your review, so in my response I said your name wrong (sorry) that tends to happen when I get anonymous emails. Thanks for reminding me about that Axe of Despair, I'd forgotten about it.
DaBlack: I got your email, but review next time. It's easier. I'll see what I can do with Zachary Kiselob. Though I do need to know about some of those cards, and emailed you back. Thanks.
Time Mage: Yeah, you were nice, nice enough that your one review showed up five times. As for that duelist who won, he's supposed to be powerful. He's going to be in the tournament's finals. It may be confusing how he appears, though. Of course you can send in a character, I should actually be the one asking you. Just send in the information at the bottom. You'll notice I've added a bit to it. Sure I'll check out your stories, as soon as I'm done typing this response. Thanks for sending in those cards for Rebecca. I'm sure they'll fit right in. As for your worries about copyright infringement, don't worry. Besides, people probably won't do something like say you stole a strategy someone else made up. Yes, I got your email. I'll make sure Kai finds a place in the finals.
Wise Man Domingo: This will be a very long story. I'm planning on writing thirty or more duels throughout it. So, basically if you're going to check back, just make sure you do it this year.
For anyone who didn't catch on, /this/ means Yugi and Yami speaking to each other mentally.
On to the story now!
Tokyo Tournament
Chapter Two: Introductions
Also Entitled: A Flight to Remember
The end of the week saw Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, and Bakura searching for the plane that would take them to Tokyo. Solomon had come along to wish them goodbye, and Joey had taken Serenity along, as he was allowed to take one person with him.
"Here we go," said Yugi after about ten minutes of wandering the airport, "Flight 198." Surprisingly, it seemed that they were the first ones there.
"Hey, where is everyone?" Joey voiced everyone's thoughts well.
"They're onboard," the answer came from Mokuba Kaiba, who stood just outside the Jetway (the bridge passengers use to board the plane), "I figured I should stay out here in case anyone else showed up. Everyone else's on the plane already."
Greetings were quickly exchanged between Mokuba and the other seven. Solomon then said farewell. "Well, I should be getting back to the shop. Have a safe flight, and good luck in the tournament, you two."
"Goodbye!" was the reply in unison.
"Hey, you guys should check out this plane! They're only letting us use one room for now, but I hear it has everything!" With that, he led them inside the plane. Surprisingly, the jet's size was the same as any other, though it was meant to carry only about thirty people. As the seven teens emerged in the plane, they saw that they were the last ones to arrive.
As soon as they were aboard, they were greeted by a stewardess, "Hello sirs and misses, please take your seats now, they're right up here." The seats in question were right up front. As Mokuba sat down next to his brother Seto in the second row, Joey and Serenity sat in the two seats opposite them. In the front row, Yugi and Tea sat in front of the Kaiba brothers while Tristan and Bakura sat in front of the Wheelers. The stewardess spoke again as soon as they were seated. "Attention, everyone. We will be taking off in a few minutes, so please make sure you are buckled up. As soon as we take off, you may talk amongst yourselves. Thank you."
And so, a few minutes later the plane was soaring through the air smoothly. The stewardesses came in once again to announce that the passengers could get up and talk amongst themselves. Yugi and his friends soon found several familiar faces among those on the plane.
Besides Kaiba, Mai Valentine, Weevil Underwood, Rex Raptor, Espa Roba, Rebecca Hawkins, and Mako Tsunami were also there. Much less welcome than anyone else there was the hated Bandit Keith (who doesn't deserve to be American!). Three other duelists announced themselves as Exodus, Larijin, and Mask, none of which wanted to reveal anything of their strategy. One of the duelists was engrossing himself in a newspaper, and everyone decided not to bother him. This was mostly because Rex Raptor did and went through a rather painful experience.
The remaining five duelists, however, did not wait to be addressed. Striding forward in a group, they immediately went up to Yugi. The person at their head was roughly twenty years old, and his hair was strangely white on one side and black on the other. "Ah, Yugi Moto," he said with a smile, "what a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Um, hi," Yugi responded a bit nervously. All five of these men were rather intimidating, though they seemed friendly enough.
"Don't worry, you have nothing to fear from us. Though after the last few tournaments I can't really blame you. Allow us to introduce ourselves. You may call me Giyan. Everyone else does. This is Yamato," he shook Yugi's hand and motioned towards the large, muscular figure, whose features were covered by a trench coat, hat, black gloves, and boots. Even his face was covered by bandages and sunglasses, causing him to remind Joey and Tristan of the movie Hollowman.
"This," Giyan continued as Yamato's immense hand completely covered Yugi's and the others' as he shook them, "is Lin." The man to Giyan's right nodded and shook each of their hands in turn. He was dressed in a strange blue tunic and cap. His hair was an orange-blonde. "Kirbin," Giyan went on as the otherwise normal 18-year-old with pink hair nodded, "and, finally, Term." The last boy seemed the most ordinary of the five. He was dressed in ordinary street clothes and his short black hair was combed forward, making him seem like an ordinary teenager. The only things noticeable about him were his eyes. His eyes were gray and plain, yet always quick and intent. They never blinked, at least, not unless those watching him blinked at the same time. That was his only distinguishing feature, other than his touch. His hands were ice cold.
"I hope I will be able to duel you, Yugi Moto, and I hope it will be a duel to remember," Yugi simply nodded in agreement, and they shook hands once again.
It soon was revealed as to why the plane was as large as it was. By now everyone had returned to their seats and was sitting quietly. The stewardess came out once again to make an announcement. "Attention. If you wish, you may proceed two rooms back now." Most of the duelists needed no second bidding, as curiosity was enough. Those who did not soon proceeded with them.
After passing through what was obviously a dining room, the duelists came into an arcade! (So what if it's farfetched? What year does this show take place in anyway, and these guys are flying first class.) There were about ten pinball machines alone, plus shooting games, fighting games, racing games, you name it. Best of all, it was soon discovered that there were no coin slots (for those of you who can't make the connection, that means it's free). Yugi and Bakura jumped into two of the six seats for one game and pressed the "Start" buttons to begin racing. They were soon joined by Mokuba and Term. Joey and Tristan found a shooting game and began blasting away terrorists. Weevil, Bandit Keith, Espa Roba, and Kirbin all joined a fighting game and tried to beat each other's brains out. Rex Raptor jumped in the seat of a Jurassic Park game and yelled insane things about stopping reptiles from creating an uprising over their master. To Tea's delight, there was a dance game, which she eventually overloaded with her abilities. Mai, Giyan and Lin were all playing Gauntlet. Mako had discovered a fishing game and began to heave in fifty-pound catches. Rebecca found that there was a teddy bear in the Crane Game that looked exactly like her own and quickly began trying to win it.
After awhile, Yamato joined Joey and Tristan after they had lost for the seventh time. "Stupid flamethrowers," and other such comments were being made.
"Here, let me help," Yamato took up another one of the guns and instantly seemed invincible, dishing out headshots like a Japanese chef dishes out food. Both Joey and Tristan were awed by his amazing marksmanship.
Meanwhile, Mokuba had just won a race against the other three boys. He seemed to be having the time of his life. "C'mon, Seto," he pleaded to Kaiba, "there's still two seats left."
Kaiba, who had been standing and watching his brother play, finally relented, "Oh, fine." He jumped in the seat and began yelling out challenges to Yugi and Bakura, "loser has to shine the winner's shoes for a week!"
"Then I hope you don't mind that I wore these shoes a year ago!" cried Term, generating laughs among all five of them.
Several minutes later, the five racers were approaching the home stretch. However, this was on of those games where you race on a highway, meaning it's very easy to collide with cars that aren't racing. Currently, Bakura was in the lead, with Yugi, Kaiba, Mokuba, and Term following in that order. But Bakura soon crashed into a huge eighteen-wheeler and spun out of control. The huge truck overturned, blocking the path that the racers were taking. Yugi and the Kaiba brothers had to turn aside or risk the same fate as Bakura.
But Term's eyes blazed with determination. Using Bakura's car as a ramp, he used it to leap over the immense vehicle, doing a barrel roll and landing on its other side before pouring on the gas and taking the checkered flag.
Just then, the stewardess came in and spoke into a megaphone, "Attention, please. Lunch is ready. Anyone not in the dining room in thirty seconds will be excluded from eating. Thank you."
Term and the others got up from their chairs, the former giving a slight bow as the others gave a short applause on his daring stunt. Kaiba still spat out challenges, though.
"I bet I could eat more than you, though."
"Hah! You could eat five whales and not even come close to me!"
"Really? Well I could stomach more than all four of you put together!"
"Don't count on it! I could eat so much that you could lock me in a grocery store and find it empty the next day!"
"Probably because I joined you!"
The last to leave the mini-arcade was Rebecca Hawkins, who gave one last try at the Crane Game and was rewarded by the bear falling down the chute. With a cry of triumph, Rebecca grabbed the bear and tore its head off before throwing it in the trashcan. "Yay, Teddy!" she spoke to her bear, "We killed your evil clone!" Adopting a deep voice, she spoke on the doll's behalf, "Yup, yup. We did it Rebecca!" With her deed done, Rebecca went to join the others in their meal. (what eight-year-olds are exposed to these days. . .)
The dining room was designed like a small restaurant, with about ten round tables bolted to the floor all around the room. The chairs were also attached to the floor, but could be slid back and forth to allow a bit of comfort. One by one, different buffet tables were rolled in, the first being the soup and salad.
(Note: If you ever want to be able to describe a meal like this in a story, I suggest you read the Redwall books)
A variety of greens, cheeses, fruits, and dressings were available. Several loaves of white-wheat, wheat and French bread sat nearby. There was a large assortment of soups available. Drinks were at the end of the table, with both Coca-Cola AND Pepsi products plus several juices and of course milk and water.
The main courses had every style of cooking, from pasta to seafood, from vegetarian to barbeque. Eight kinds of potatoes were available, plus several different kinds of rice. Vegetables were heaped in piles.
As they ate, Yugi was able to catch a bit of the duelist who had been reading the newspaper. He was about twenty years old and tall at six feet with a slim but strong build. He was strangely garbed: a somewhat flat gray turban covered his blonde hair. He wore a gray strip of cloth with a strange red eye decoration as an eye-patch over his left eye. His mouth would normally have been covered by a gray garb, but he was too busy shoveling food into his mouth. The rest of his outfit was like that of an assassin, and alternated blue and gray in color. Yugi decided not to bother as they and everyone else were enjoying the food immensely.
Soon the dessert table came in. On it were many pies: apple, blueberry, key lime, even peanut butter. Also, there was ice cream in all of the Baskin Robbins flavors. They were in cone, bowl and shake form. There were pastries as well: cookies, doughnuts, muffins (must. . . have. . . blueberry), on and on it went.
Finally, after all of the twenty-five people were fit to burst, the buffet table was rolled away and they were allowed to return to the arcade room. Almost the rest of the flight was spent there, until, finally, the stewardess made one final announcement. "Attention. We are making our final approach on Tokyo. Everyone please return to their respective seats and buckle their seatbelts before we land. Thank you."
So ended a very enjoyable flight. As the plane descended closer and closer to Egypt, however, everyone's minds shifted to Duel Monsters, and they peered about themselves at the other people aboard the plane. These same people whose company they had enjoyed would probably be the same people that they would face in the tournament, which was approaching closer by the second . . .
So, there's chapter two. Please review me.
Thanks to my reviewers. Response time.
Chuck ZFB: I guess I could say it's an honor to receive a compliment from you. After all, you've got what, 180 reviews and over fifty chapters in your story. It would be good if you did advertise the story, but that's up to you, I'm not exactly desperate.
SulliMike23: I got your email before your review, so in my response I said your name wrong (sorry) that tends to happen when I get anonymous emails. Thanks for reminding me about that Axe of Despair, I'd forgotten about it.
DaBlack: I got your email, but review next time. It's easier. I'll see what I can do with Zachary Kiselob. Though I do need to know about some of those cards, and emailed you back. Thanks.
Time Mage: Yeah, you were nice, nice enough that your one review showed up five times. As for that duelist who won, he's supposed to be powerful. He's going to be in the tournament's finals. It may be confusing how he appears, though. Of course you can send in a character, I should actually be the one asking you. Just send in the information at the bottom. You'll notice I've added a bit to it. Sure I'll check out your stories, as soon as I'm done typing this response. Thanks for sending in those cards for Rebecca. I'm sure they'll fit right in. As for your worries about copyright infringement, don't worry. Besides, people probably won't do something like say you stole a strategy someone else made up. Yes, I got your email. I'll make sure Kai finds a place in the finals.
Wise Man Domingo: This will be a very long story. I'm planning on writing thirty or more duels throughout it. So, basically if you're going to check back, just make sure you do it this year.
For anyone who didn't catch on, /this/ means Yugi and Yami speaking to each other mentally.
On to the story now!
Tokyo Tournament
Chapter Two: Introductions
Also Entitled: A Flight to Remember
The end of the week saw Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan, and Bakura searching for the plane that would take them to Tokyo. Solomon had come along to wish them goodbye, and Joey had taken Serenity along, as he was allowed to take one person with him.
"Here we go," said Yugi after about ten minutes of wandering the airport, "Flight 198." Surprisingly, it seemed that they were the first ones there.
"Hey, where is everyone?" Joey voiced everyone's thoughts well.
"They're onboard," the answer came from Mokuba Kaiba, who stood just outside the Jetway (the bridge passengers use to board the plane), "I figured I should stay out here in case anyone else showed up. Everyone else's on the plane already."
Greetings were quickly exchanged between Mokuba and the other seven. Solomon then said farewell. "Well, I should be getting back to the shop. Have a safe flight, and good luck in the tournament, you two."
"Goodbye!" was the reply in unison.
"Hey, you guys should check out this plane! They're only letting us use one room for now, but I hear it has everything!" With that, he led them inside the plane. Surprisingly, the jet's size was the same as any other, though it was meant to carry only about thirty people. As the seven teens emerged in the plane, they saw that they were the last ones to arrive.
As soon as they were aboard, they were greeted by a stewardess, "Hello sirs and misses, please take your seats now, they're right up here." The seats in question were right up front. As Mokuba sat down next to his brother Seto in the second row, Joey and Serenity sat in the two seats opposite them. In the front row, Yugi and Tea sat in front of the Kaiba brothers while Tristan and Bakura sat in front of the Wheelers. The stewardess spoke again as soon as they were seated. "Attention, everyone. We will be taking off in a few minutes, so please make sure you are buckled up. As soon as we take off, you may talk amongst yourselves. Thank you."
And so, a few minutes later the plane was soaring through the air smoothly. The stewardesses came in once again to announce that the passengers could get up and talk amongst themselves. Yugi and his friends soon found several familiar faces among those on the plane.
Besides Kaiba, Mai Valentine, Weevil Underwood, Rex Raptor, Espa Roba, Rebecca Hawkins, and Mako Tsunami were also there. Much less welcome than anyone else there was the hated Bandit Keith (who doesn't deserve to be American!). Three other duelists announced themselves as Exodus, Larijin, and Mask, none of which wanted to reveal anything of their strategy. One of the duelists was engrossing himself in a newspaper, and everyone decided not to bother him. This was mostly because Rex Raptor did and went through a rather painful experience.
The remaining five duelists, however, did not wait to be addressed. Striding forward in a group, they immediately went up to Yugi. The person at their head was roughly twenty years old, and his hair was strangely white on one side and black on the other. "Ah, Yugi Moto," he said with a smile, "what a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Um, hi," Yugi responded a bit nervously. All five of these men were rather intimidating, though they seemed friendly enough.
"Don't worry, you have nothing to fear from us. Though after the last few tournaments I can't really blame you. Allow us to introduce ourselves. You may call me Giyan. Everyone else does. This is Yamato," he shook Yugi's hand and motioned towards the large, muscular figure, whose features were covered by a trench coat, hat, black gloves, and boots. Even his face was covered by bandages and sunglasses, causing him to remind Joey and Tristan of the movie Hollowman.
"This," Giyan continued as Yamato's immense hand completely covered Yugi's and the others' as he shook them, "is Lin." The man to Giyan's right nodded and shook each of their hands in turn. He was dressed in a strange blue tunic and cap. His hair was an orange-blonde. "Kirbin," Giyan went on as the otherwise normal 18-year-old with pink hair nodded, "and, finally, Term." The last boy seemed the most ordinary of the five. He was dressed in ordinary street clothes and his short black hair was combed forward, making him seem like an ordinary teenager. The only things noticeable about him were his eyes. His eyes were gray and plain, yet always quick and intent. They never blinked, at least, not unless those watching him blinked at the same time. That was his only distinguishing feature, other than his touch. His hands were ice cold.
"I hope I will be able to duel you, Yugi Moto, and I hope it will be a duel to remember," Yugi simply nodded in agreement, and they shook hands once again.
It soon was revealed as to why the plane was as large as it was. By now everyone had returned to their seats and was sitting quietly. The stewardess came out once again to make an announcement. "Attention. If you wish, you may proceed two rooms back now." Most of the duelists needed no second bidding, as curiosity was enough. Those who did not soon proceeded with them.
After passing through what was obviously a dining room, the duelists came into an arcade! (So what if it's farfetched? What year does this show take place in anyway, and these guys are flying first class.) There were about ten pinball machines alone, plus shooting games, fighting games, racing games, you name it. Best of all, it was soon discovered that there were no coin slots (for those of you who can't make the connection, that means it's free). Yugi and Bakura jumped into two of the six seats for one game and pressed the "Start" buttons to begin racing. They were soon joined by Mokuba and Term. Joey and Tristan found a shooting game and began blasting away terrorists. Weevil, Bandit Keith, Espa Roba, and Kirbin all joined a fighting game and tried to beat each other's brains out. Rex Raptor jumped in the seat of a Jurassic Park game and yelled insane things about stopping reptiles from creating an uprising over their master. To Tea's delight, there was a dance game, which she eventually overloaded with her abilities. Mai, Giyan and Lin were all playing Gauntlet. Mako had discovered a fishing game and began to heave in fifty-pound catches. Rebecca found that there was a teddy bear in the Crane Game that looked exactly like her own and quickly began trying to win it.
After awhile, Yamato joined Joey and Tristan after they had lost for the seventh time. "Stupid flamethrowers," and other such comments were being made.
"Here, let me help," Yamato took up another one of the guns and instantly seemed invincible, dishing out headshots like a Japanese chef dishes out food. Both Joey and Tristan were awed by his amazing marksmanship.
Meanwhile, Mokuba had just won a race against the other three boys. He seemed to be having the time of his life. "C'mon, Seto," he pleaded to Kaiba, "there's still two seats left."
Kaiba, who had been standing and watching his brother play, finally relented, "Oh, fine." He jumped in the seat and began yelling out challenges to Yugi and Bakura, "loser has to shine the winner's shoes for a week!"
"Then I hope you don't mind that I wore these shoes a year ago!" cried Term, generating laughs among all five of them.
Several minutes later, the five racers were approaching the home stretch. However, this was on of those games where you race on a highway, meaning it's very easy to collide with cars that aren't racing. Currently, Bakura was in the lead, with Yugi, Kaiba, Mokuba, and Term following in that order. But Bakura soon crashed into a huge eighteen-wheeler and spun out of control. The huge truck overturned, blocking the path that the racers were taking. Yugi and the Kaiba brothers had to turn aside or risk the same fate as Bakura.
But Term's eyes blazed with determination. Using Bakura's car as a ramp, he used it to leap over the immense vehicle, doing a barrel roll and landing on its other side before pouring on the gas and taking the checkered flag.
Just then, the stewardess came in and spoke into a megaphone, "Attention, please. Lunch is ready. Anyone not in the dining room in thirty seconds will be excluded from eating. Thank you."
Term and the others got up from their chairs, the former giving a slight bow as the others gave a short applause on his daring stunt. Kaiba still spat out challenges, though.
"I bet I could eat more than you, though."
"Hah! You could eat five whales and not even come close to me!"
"Really? Well I could stomach more than all four of you put together!"
"Don't count on it! I could eat so much that you could lock me in a grocery store and find it empty the next day!"
"Probably because I joined you!"
The last to leave the mini-arcade was Rebecca Hawkins, who gave one last try at the Crane Game and was rewarded by the bear falling down the chute. With a cry of triumph, Rebecca grabbed the bear and tore its head off before throwing it in the trashcan. "Yay, Teddy!" she spoke to her bear, "We killed your evil clone!" Adopting a deep voice, she spoke on the doll's behalf, "Yup, yup. We did it Rebecca!" With her deed done, Rebecca went to join the others in their meal. (what eight-year-olds are exposed to these days. . .)
The dining room was designed like a small restaurant, with about ten round tables bolted to the floor all around the room. The chairs were also attached to the floor, but could be slid back and forth to allow a bit of comfort. One by one, different buffet tables were rolled in, the first being the soup and salad.
(Note: If you ever want to be able to describe a meal like this in a story, I suggest you read the Redwall books)
A variety of greens, cheeses, fruits, and dressings were available. Several loaves of white-wheat, wheat and French bread sat nearby. There was a large assortment of soups available. Drinks were at the end of the table, with both Coca-Cola AND Pepsi products plus several juices and of course milk and water.
The main courses had every style of cooking, from pasta to seafood, from vegetarian to barbeque. Eight kinds of potatoes were available, plus several different kinds of rice. Vegetables were heaped in piles.
As they ate, Yugi was able to catch a bit of the duelist who had been reading the newspaper. He was about twenty years old and tall at six feet with a slim but strong build. He was strangely garbed: a somewhat flat gray turban covered his blonde hair. He wore a gray strip of cloth with a strange red eye decoration as an eye-patch over his left eye. His mouth would normally have been covered by a gray garb, but he was too busy shoveling food into his mouth. The rest of his outfit was like that of an assassin, and alternated blue and gray in color. Yugi decided not to bother as they and everyone else were enjoying the food immensely.
Soon the dessert table came in. On it were many pies: apple, blueberry, key lime, even peanut butter. Also, there was ice cream in all of the Baskin Robbins flavors. They were in cone, bowl and shake form. There were pastries as well: cookies, doughnuts, muffins (must. . . have. . . blueberry), on and on it went.
Finally, after all of the twenty-five people were fit to burst, the buffet table was rolled away and they were allowed to return to the arcade room. Almost the rest of the flight was spent there, until, finally, the stewardess made one final announcement. "Attention. We are making our final approach on Tokyo. Everyone please return to their respective seats and buckle their seatbelts before we land. Thank you."
So ended a very enjoyable flight. As the plane descended closer and closer to Egypt, however, everyone's minds shifted to Duel Monsters, and they peered about themselves at the other people aboard the plane. These same people whose company they had enjoyed would probably be the same people that they would face in the tournament, which was approaching closer by the second . . .
So, there's chapter two. Please review me.