Yugioh:
The Type Championship
Chapter 1- The Plot
Deep in Pegasus' Castle, Maximillion Pegasus Jr. paces the tile floor of his father's private tower room. He is scheming a way to prove to his father that he can run his father's company, Industrial Illusions Comp., just as good as his father.
No, Pegasus Jr. thought to himself, BETTER!
His hands balled into fists as he recalled a very angering spat between him and his father.
"No! You're just not ready to run a multi-million dollar company! ," his father had yelled.
"You're quite simply not ready to control a corporation this big, being run right now," he smirked slightly while finishing his sentence, " By a responsible businessman, yours truly."
"But father-!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" roared Pegasus. "You're not ready and THAT IS FINAL!"
"Grrrrrrrrr, you are so…so…unfair!," yelled Pegasus Jr. "Why don't you ever think about what I want! I'll bet mom would!"
"Don't you speak of your mother in my presence! EVER! "
"I HATE YOU! I'M 16 AND YET, YOU STILL TREAT ME LIKE A FIRST-GRADER!"
" I'm not leaving a world-wide known corporation in the hands of an adolescent!" said Pegasus through clenched teeth, lowering his voice.
"I can be way more responsible than you! Spending millions of dollars on a trading card game for grade schoolers!"
" Errrrrrr…Go to your room!"
"Fine! But one of these days, I'll run this company, while you watch in jealousy!" And with that, Pegasus Jr. stormed out of the room.
I'll show him! Thought Pegasus Jr.
All I need is the right chance to do something to get father out of the picture…and me into it!
"Just the right chance..." Pegasus Jr. repeated as he continued to pace the conference room.
He would have continued walking, until he looked down and spotted his father's spare Duel Monster's album, still open from Pegasus adjusting his deck for his tournament match with a kid named Yugi Moto, just several hours ago.
He should be finishing soon, thought Jr. (that's how I will address Pegasus Jr. from now on.)
He looked at the album again, and got a huge idea.
Duh! He thought ,slapping his forehead.
I'll use Duel Monsters! All I need to do is construct my own deck and defeat him in a duel!
How hard can it be? I've watched father duel enough times to get the basics .And I can learn more by looking whatever I still don't know up. Oh, this truly is a genius idea.
He left the tower and went into his room, his idea in mind.
His field goal dancing was interrupted by his father's trusty servant, Kroket. He had a troubled yet serious look on his face.
"Uhhhhhh…Master Pegasus…"he said, looking down.
"Hmmm?" asked Jr., still thinking about his idea.
"Well… It's about …your father."
"And what about him?" questioned Jr.
"He needs to be… hospitalized," Kroket finally said after much effort.
"What happened? Asked Jr., without a worried or scared expression on his face, like you'd normally expect.
"I don't know," replied Kroket, his first sentence without a pause, "I heard a muffled moan for help coming from his tower, and by the time I arrived, he was sprawled across the floor, his dueling deck scattered everywhere."
"The tower…" inferred Jr. "I was just there, what, ten minutes ago."
"Please leave, Kroket. I need to be alone."
"As you wish, master," and with that Kroket left the room.
Wait a minute thought Jr. Father's in the hospital. Instead of dueling him, I could organize a tournament; pose as father, duel the winner, beat him, and hello publicity. The best part of all, thought Jr., grinning, the winner will be, if he decides to sign up for my tourney, Yugi Moto.