Disclaimer: I do not own Magic: the Gathering or Yu-Gi…oh, wait a minute! This is the sequel!

That morning, Arrathir quickly e-mailed his project to his professor; unhappily aware he hadn't documented his code, which would make him loose marks. However, with last night's events, he couldn't blame himself. His other self patiently (if threatening to summon Havoc Demon to devour him could be called patiently) explained the workings of his new deck.

It's simple: Turn one, you play a swamp and summon Putrid Imp. Turn two, play another swamp, discard Havoc Demon or Hypnox to give the Imp flying and attack, bringing your opponent down to 19. Turn three, third swamp, play Exhume to bring Havoc Demon or Hypnox back to play, attack with Putrid Imp; they're down to 18. Turn four, you have the field locked down, attack with everything; they're screwed!

It sounds so simple when you put it that way, but what if I don't draw any of those cards?

That's what Vampiric Tutor is there for, dumbass!

Arrathir sighed. This was going to be a long day. He didn't have classes for the next few days, so he could fully concentrate on the upcoming tournament. Despite his other self's pleadings, he refused to let him play in the tournament. They spent the better part of the day working the kinks out of the new deck. Arrathir was impressed; his other self really was an expert at Magic.

The next day, Arrathir got up bright and early, mostly due to the spirit urging him out of bed. After his morning coffee, Arrathir felt much more awake. He grabbed his new deck and headed out. It was a crisp spring morning and the birds were singing in the blossoming trees. Arrathir walked along briskly, glad he'd gotten up early; the arena where the tournament was being held was quite a ways from his flat. As he passed the church, he happened to glance up at the clock tower. He froze in horror. It was ten past nine. The sign-ups for the tournament ended at nine-thirty! He checked his watch: No doubt about it. He had gotten up two hours late.

Why didn't my alarm go off?

What, you mean that thing that makes noise until you hit it to shut it up? I may have hit it a bit too hard this morning when it went off.

You broke my alarm clock? This is juuuust GREAT! Now we're never gonna make it!

Well, there is a way…

No. I am not summoning Havoc Demon to fly us there!

I can cast a spell around us so nobody will see us.

You'll be the death of me.

Arrathir ducked into a nearby alley and began gathering his mana.

I feel like Peter Parker, hiding in alleys all the time.

The demon formed and Arrathir shakily got on its back. He'd never actually ridden the demon before, though he assumed it was possible. The other Arrathir took over for a few minutes during which it instructed the demon where to take them and he cast an invisibility spell around them. When Arrathir took control, the demon beats is great leathery wings, causing scraps of paper in the alley to flutter about. With a roar, the demon became airborne. Arrathir was almost thrown off by the creature's sudden takeoff. He threw himself forward and grabbed on to the creature's neck. Risking a peek, he saw they were at a tremendous height and he shut his eyes again. The Havoc Demon quickly brought him to an alley near the arena. Slightly nauseated after the wild ride, Arrathir banished the creature, which exploded in a shower of black mana. He had five minutes left to register.

Tearing around the corner, he made a beeline for the entrance. As he reached the door, he realized too late that someone else was running late and had decided to use the same door as him. Arrathir collided with them, the crash sending both duellists to the floor.

"Oh my god, are you OK?" said the person Arrathir had collided with.

Arrathir looked up, and was dumbstruck. The person he'd run into was a girl, slightly smaller than him. She had green eyes and long brown hair. She was dressed in jean and a blue t-shirt. Arrathir just stared at her, agape.

"Are you OK?" she repeated. Arrathir noticed she spoke with a slight American accent. He tried to respond but his brain seemed to have melted into a puddle of useless goo.

"Hello?" said the girl, getting annoyed "Do you speak English?" Arrathir just continued staring at her.

"Look, you stupid freak," said the girl, now really annoyed "Will you stop staring at me like a pervert and get out of the way? You're blocking the door!"

Arrathir snapped out of his daze, but he was no better off. When his brain had melted, it must have short-circuited his vocal cords because he was babbling like an idiot. "Ah, yes, er, sorry. Didn't see you there. Well, how, how are you? Lovely day isn't it? I was just in a hurry because the registration ends in five minutes."

"I know that," snarled the girl "Now will you get out of the way? You're not the only one who wants to register!"

"Of…of course," stammered Arrathir, scooting backwards and trying to push the door open. "Um, the door's stuck, I think."

"Maybe it's because you have to pull it to open it?" said the girl "Get out of the way!" Arrathir moved over, the girl wrenched open the door and walked in.

You've finally done it!

Done what?

Made a total ass of yourself in public! I wondered what would happen the day you finally found a girl you liked.

I don't like her! I was shocked, that's all!

You forget I can read your thoughts. I know what you were thinking, you pervert.

Blushing, Arrathir got up and walked into the building. He headed for the registration table.

"Hi, I'd like to register for the PTQ," he said.

"Sorry," said the man behind the registration "Registrations are closed."

"What? I still have three minutes!" shouted Arrathir.

"Three minutes before the tournament starts," said the man "We close registration five minutes prior to the start."

Let me handle this.

For once, I agree with you.

The other Arrathir took over and he grabbed the man by the collar. "Listen, fucktard!" he said "I want to register and so help me if I don't, I'm gonna beat the ever living shit out of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," squeaked the man, handing a registration sheet. Arrathir quickly filled it out and handed it to the man who stamped it and pointed him to a set of double doors. Arrathir entered and found himself in a large room filled with table and players. Some milled about, talking to friends, swapping tips and cards. Others sat in silence, going over their decks. Arrathir got his table number and sat down, waiting for his opponent.

"Oh great, it's the pervert from earlier on. You know, you almost made me miss registration!"

Not her!

Arrathir looked up: It was the girl from earlier on. If looks could kill, Arrathir would have died again in a second.

"Hi," he managed to say.

"Attention please," said a loudspeaker "You may begin you games. You will play best out of three games."

Arrathir took out his deck and handed it to the girl who handed hers over. When Arrathir took it, he inadvertently brushed her hand with his. Blushing furiously under her angry gaze, he shuffled her deck and handed it back. The girl performed the same operation. Arrathir pulled out his D20 and the girl placed four D10s on the table. Shaking, Arrathir rolled a 15. The girl took his die and rolled a 3.

"So, you gonna play, draw, or just stare at my chest for the entire game?" she asked.

Arrathir finished drawing his hand. "I play," he said "One swamp, and I summon Putrid Imp (1/1). I can discard a card to give him flying until end of turn. Your move."

"Well, at least you don't play a white deck," said the girl "I can't stand those stupid life-gainers. One mountain, and I summon Jackal Pup (2/1). Go."

"I'm sorry," said Arrathir "But I didn't catch your name."

"I never dropped it," said the girl "I'm Eva. Remember it because that way you can tell everyone who beat you!"

"One swamp, tap out and play Night's Whisper. I draw two cards and loose two life. Go."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 18

What? That's not what we planned! You were supposed to discard! You've got Hypnox in your hand!

"I play one mountain and tap out to Magma Jet your Imp. I'll also scry two." Eva slipped the two top cards off her deck and looked at them. She seemed satisfied and placed them back. "Now I attack with Jackal Pup."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 16

"Go."

Now, summon another Imp, discard Hypnox and use Vampiric Tutor to bring Exhume to the top of your library.

"I play a swamp and tap one swamp to play Cabal Therapy. Umm, Jackal Pup?" Eva showed him her hand: Blistering Firecat, Seal of Fire, Slith Firewalker, Grim Lavamancer, and Rishadan Port.

"Sorry, no Pup," said Eva.

"Fine, I-I summon Putrid Imp (1/1) and play Vampiric Tutor." Arrathir searched his deck and placed Exhume on top. "Go."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 14

What are you doing?

"Rishadan Port," said Eva "And I play Seal of Fire, sacking it to deal two damage to your Imp, then I attack directly with Jackal Pup."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 12

YOU IDIOT! YOU SHOULD HAVE SACKED THE IMP TO FLASHBACK CABAL THERAPY!

"One swamp," said Arrathir, ignoring his other self "And I play Duress." Eva showed her hand again: Blistering Firecat, Slith Firewalker, Grim Lavamancer, and Cursed Scroll. "Well, discard the artifact since Duress only works on nonland, nonland cards."

"I know how it works," Eva snapped, discarding the card.

"I tap out to play Exhume. We both put a creature from our graveyards into play. I bring Putrid Imp back. Go."

Do I even have to comment on how utterly stupid that move was?

"Mountain," said Eva "And I summon Blistering Firecat (7/1, trample, haste). I attack with Firecat."

"I-I take it," said Arrathir.

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 5

That's it, I'm taking over! I will not see you loose because you're afraid of this girl!

Arrathir was caught unprepared as his other self took over. "My turn," said the other Arrathir "One swamp. Next, I discard Hypnox to give my Imp flying. Next, I play Vampiric Tutor." He searched his library for another Exhume and put it into play. "End turn."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 3

"I play Sulfuric Vortex," said Eva "At the beginning of each player's upkeep, it deals 2 damage to them. End turn."

EVA: 20
ARRATHIR: 1

"Now, I play Exhume to bring Hypnox (8/8, flying) back to play," said the other Arrathir.

"I bring Blistering Firecat back to play," said Eva.

"End turn."

EVA: 18
ARRATHIR: 1

"I Magma Jet you for the win," said Eva.

EVA: 18
ARRATHIR: 0

"Good duel," said the other Arrathir "Had it not been for my bad start, I would have beaten you. Ready for round two?"

"If it was as easy a round one, then I'll have no problem," said Eva.

She has no idea what she'd in for.

To be continued…

Author's note: Well, there you go! Another update. It seemed a lot of you had questions, so I'm going to try to answer as many as I can in my Author's note from now on.

Colossus Crusher: Due to the fact this story will be primarily based on Magic, the probability of me using the massive amount of decklists that were submitted during MTG vs YGO is very high.

Magnificent the Destroyer Lord: Yes, Arrathir's new deck will be used for probably the rest of this story.

Booyah: No, Yugi is not going to appear in this story. I want to make it primarily Magic-based.

Ceridan: You'll see…

John: Well, this chapter answers you question.

Marik Kortagio: "Keeper of Colourless Mana?" Now, why didn't I think of that? It is arguable that artifacts are the sixth colour of Magic. I'll get back to you on that possibility.