Chapter 5-

Junior's First Duel:

Part 1

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Bakura?"

Kroket had been searching for Bakura, asking hundreds of duelists (it's Exodia, OK!?!) if they were known as Ryou Bakura.

"Yes," said Bakura. (Spirit of Millennium Ring and Bakura. So you'll get it.).

"If you'll come with me?" said Kroket.

"Uuhhh… sure," Bakura hesitated.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Bakura nervously.

"Of course not. Master Pegasus just wants your tryout against him."

" Oo-hh-h," Bakura stammered. He knew the Spirit took Pegasus' Millennium Eye.

He's onto us,thought Bakura to the Spirit.

Relax! Just keep your cool and he won't suspect a thing!

Keep my cool. Got it.

Bakura tried to smile casually, but it came out crooked and suspicious.

"Where to?" asked Bakura.

"To the jet Master Pegasus has provided for you. Just follow me."

And so Kroket led Bakura to Pegasus' jet, which was located in a clearing of grass about a half mile from the dock.

Kroket got the door for Bakura.

"Thank you," said Bakura, stepping in

Bakura closed the door by himself.

"Sure is roomy," said Bakura looking around.

The jet was complete with a refrigerator, a bathroom, a table, a coat rack, a T.V., and a fish tank.

"Clas-sey!" exclaimed Bakura, just as Kroket got into the pilot's seat.

"Yes, Master Pegasus spared no detail into the making of his guest's transportation."

"Am I entitled to use this stuff?" asked Bakura.

"Why, yes you are."

"Neat!"

Bakura took a Coke out of the fridge and drank.

"How long is the ride, anyway?" said Bakura as the jet took off.

"Approximately twenty minutes, sir."

I don't know about you, but I don't feel very…busted, thought Bakura.

Fool! He's just softening us up, to catch us off guard, thought the Spirit of the Ring. Don't get too attached to ANYTHING.

Whatever, thought Bakura.

Twenty-five minutes later, the jet was preparing to land.

"Please make sure your seatbelt is fastened tightly and securely," Kroket droned like an airport P.A. system.

The landing platform was a thirty ft. by thirty ft. cement slab. The island was as small as a neighborhood block. In the middle of the island was a dueling platform.

"Where's Pegasus?" asked Bakura.

"In the jet I received a call from… Master Pegasus. He won't be dueling you, but someone else will."

Just than, Jr. appeared ten feet from the shore, paddling a rowboat.

"Good morning!" called Jr. who was out of the boat, and approaching Bakura.

"Ready to duel?" asked Jr.

"Definitely," answered Bakura.

His Ring glowed, and the spirit took over.

"Let's make this match worth while," said Jr. "How 'bout a little wager?"

Bakura smirked. "What have you got in mind?"

Jr. looked in deep thought.

"I'll put up every fiend type monster ever printed."

Bakura looked surprised, but than the expression on his face subsided.

"How did you know fiend was my type of monster of choice?"

"Just a guess," replied Jr., taking a stack of cards four inches high out of his suit pocket and put it on a built in table connecting with the platform.

"Though I doubt that, I will accept your wager."

"And I know just what I want on your part," smiled Jr. "I want the tool you stole from Maximillion Pegasus!"

Bakura laughed. "You're not serious!"

"Oh, but I am. By saying no, you will be convincing me that you're afraid. This might convince you otherwise. Did I tell you, if you accept, this is my first duel?"

Bakura laughed. "You're wagering all that on your first duel? In that case-"

Jr. and Bakura finished Bakura's sentence in unison.

"Let's duel!"