hibryd: Alright, Michael's deck layout changed, so you'll see a new deck when next he duels.
MASAMUNE: Annoying how people can change decks so easily. . .unless they're you.
hibryd: Well, it makes sense, seeing as how I'm the poor duelist who can't afford new boosters.
MASAMUNE: Yes. . .I did tire of defeating you so easily in our duels. . .
hibryd: And now you won't. –snaps-
MASAMUNE:-tied to a rope hanging over a boiling lake of lava- HELLLLLP!
hibryd: Being the author just has so many unfair advantages. . . I'm not going to type Kaiba's duel. It was on the series, and I want to get this fic out of the way. I feel pressured to keep writing and I have no clue why. But I am sorry that I haven't written in BLOODY AGES! My Web Publishing workload is too high; I'm about to fail. Well, the show must go on . . .
----------------- One Day at Home Ch. 19 -------------------------
"The winner is Seto Kaiba!" Roland announced.
"Duh." Steven said. "Why'd we even come out to watch him duel Ishizu? I'd have rather stayed in my room and rearranged my deck."
"Because I wanted to watch someone duel." Paul said devilishly.
"You didn't have to drag me out." Steven grumbled. "Well, I'm going to my room to get ready for my next duel. Don't bug me unless I'm called up."
"All duelists will now report to the selector!"
"WOULD YOU STOP YELLING? Jeez, I've got a headache from all the shouting you do." Steven yelled at Roland.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to calm down or I'll have to disqualify you."
Steven clenched and un-clenched his hands a few times and gritted his teeth. Then his hands caught fire. But Steven didn't seem to notice.
"Uh, Steven? Your hands are on fire." Paul pointed out. Steven glanced down fro confirmation with his eyeballs. He approved.
"This is good to know . . ." he smirked.
"What?" Paul asked.
"It looks like I'm more able to control my powers when I'm angry . . . A very useful bit of information." Steven smirked again and took he elevator down to the interior of the blimp. Paul followed.
"So why aren't I shooting lightning blasts from my hands when I get angry? I'd like to know that right now. In fact, so much that I'm getting ANGRY!" Paul yelled the last word to the sky for emphasis.
"Paul . . . there's no god up there. The three of us are down here." Steven smirked. "Nice attempt, though."
"Thought it would work."
"Fake anger and anger are not the same thing." Steven shook his head. "Maybe if someone destroys your best card, then you'll be angry enough to shoot lightning or whatever you'll be able to do. For me, fear activates my fire shield and anger wraps fire around my hands. We'll find out what you do and when."
"It's annoying, though." Paul complained.
"Stop your blubbering. It's annoying me." Steven said.
"You know, maybe it's annoyance for me." Paul said.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because it feels like there's something burning in my gut. That means one of two things."
"Indigestion or stomachache?"
"No. Well, yes to the indigestion, I had three tacos earlier. But it could also mean that there's a jolt of thunder in my-" Here Paul was cut off by himself dropping to the ground. He raised his head horizontally, belched, and out from his throat came a blast of lightning. It was a lucky thing that Kaiba made all the walls in the blimp out of reinforced metal.
Steven and Paul could still see into the next room anyway.
"Wow." Steven said, helping Paul up. "That was not indigestion."
"No it wasn't. People should watch what they say to me now."
"Well, let's get over to the selection room. It'll make our lives easier, if filled with headaches."
"Ha! Roland's going to have to watch what he says to you from now on with that attitude I saw on the top of the blimp."
"Well, it was cold and I forgot my jacket at home."
"You make fire. No excuses from you, O Mighty God of the Sky." Paul said, emphasizing Steven's former name.
"Whatever. Before we hear who's dueling next, I'm buying a booster from Kaiba's selection."
"Go ahead. I personally want to see Roland yell at you again because you're going to be late."
They separated and Steven walked to Kaiba's on-blimp card shop.
"Give me any booster you've got. I'm going to need a good one."
Kaiba's crony handed Steven the pack of cards and said, "That'll be three bucks, kid."
"Oh, crud. Now I need some money." Some flame appeared in his closed fist. At first, he wondered what was going on. He finally had the sense to open his hand. In it were three crumpled dollar bills. "Now that is handy." Steven handed the big guy the money and walked away as he opened it.
"No, no, no. I don't need any of . . .Oh . . .my . . ."
Steven stared down at the card he was holding. And he couldn't believe his eyes. He never in his life had pulled a rare card, but here one was.
"Paul!" Steven yelled as he began to run to the selector room. "Paul, you'll never believe what card I pulled!"
Steven looked at the card again as he ran. "Paul!" As Steven ran, he forgot that he needed to see where he was going, and he consequently slammed right into Paul, who was on his way to see who'd be picked for the next duel.
"Ow! What were you running for? Are you trying to hurt everyone on the blimp at least once before we go home?" Paul said while he sat up in pain.
"No. I wouldn't do that. I was running because I need to show you what card I just got."
"It's probably no good to anyone and you only think it's good. That's how cards usually are with you."
"No! Everyone wants this card! It's just really hard to summon, that's probably why no one uses it!"
"Well, what is it already?" Paul yelled. Steven raised it and slowly turned it around. "Oh my God. You can't have pulled that card. You never pull anything rare. It just doesn't happen."
"Well, it did! Ha! This'll go into my deck and the next person to duel me will get a nice surprise."
"Well, we need to get to the room. Roland will probably have a fit if we don't."
"You're right. Let's just get there so that Roland doesn't have any complaints."
Steven looked down admiringly at his new card. He slipped Hamon, Lord of Searing Flames into his deck with a smile and walked with Paul into the selector room.
----------------- End Chapter -------------------------
hibryd: Part of the reason I haven't been writing is that I'm just getting bored with this whole game and I stopped watching the anime a few months ago.
MASAMUNE: -gasps- How could you? –begins to weep over the loss of an easy win every time he duels hibryd-
hibryd: Yeah, I'm kind of getting sick of it all. I've written down my current deck list to continue writing, but I'm selling my deck to someone else so I can buy video games. The deck is worth over $100, so I should get something for it. This story's almost over anyway. Later all, and thanks to those of you who actually read my story.
