Note: Before I start, I would like to say I DO NOT own Yu-gi-oh or Nintendo, even though I would like to ... but then again, I would like to speed down the motorway on a bicycle being chased by the police constabulary of Kent ... he, he
Yami party 5Not another Tournament
"So Yami, how did your hands on a great game like this?"
Asked Marik curiously as Yami won the fifth mini-game in a row.
"Simple. I bought when I was 'surfing' this modern invention called the 'Internet'." Yami explained smugly he chose the next mini-game.
"WHAT!" Bakura exploded, jumping up from his seat. Unfortunately his crumbling shirt completely fell apart at the sudden jerk. "How come you can buy what you want on the Internet and I can't!"
"Firstly, because I've been pre-approved for a credit card by the Bank of Domino; and secondly, because all you want to buy are living human organs..."
Marik and Malik both raised an eyebrow.
"It's not what it sounds like!" Bakura pleaded.
"You fools will know soon enough when my plan comes into fruition. Mwa ha ha!" Bakura thought secretly.
Narrowly avoiding explaining his "odd" plan, Bakura pressed the start button to begin the mini-game, Pushy Penguins.
As the other three began to struggle against hordes of (pushy) penguins, the phone at Yami's feet began to ring. Ignoring the video game, Yami gingerly picked the handset.
"Hello, Moto residence?" Yami said curiously. Telephones were still strange to the ancient Pharaoh. The last time he had answered the phone, he had held an engaging, three-hour conversation with a telemarketer, costing Grandpa an entire month salary.
"Yami!" Yugi's desperate voice on the other end replied, "our plane crash landed and we spent all our money on this call. PLEASE tell us your defeating that ancient evil! Are you OK?"
"Ancient evil... Oh, that! Well, I'm trying to be optimistic but I'm up to my neck in Shadow Realm at the moment. I'm fearing for my afterlife here" Yami lied.
"DIE, PUSHY PENGUINS, DIE!" Malik roared in the background. Yami cursed silently.
"What was that?" Yugi enquired, puzzled.
"Uh, Zorry, you are having the wrong number, sir, goodbye" Yami said hurriedly in a weird accent, as he slammed the phone down. Click...
"Who was that?" asked Marik as his character, Mario, was the only on left on the screen did a victory dance.
Yami looked at the phone. "Prank caller" Yami said after a brief pause.
Later...A black stretch-limousine pulled up outside the Kame game shop. On it's side, in silver, the letters K and C shone in the sunlight. The back door opened and out stepped Seto Kaiba, of the Kaiba Corporation.
Kaiba was not in a good mood. Well, he was never in a good mood, but today he was particularly peeved. Not only had that whelp, Yami won his Battle City Tournament and taken "Obelisk the Tormentor", but also some psychopath with a golden rod snatched second place from him.
Today was going to be his day. Today he would start a new duel tournament, the greatest duel tournament there ever was. Today he would start the "Battle District Duel Tournament". OK, it wasn't original but it would do. He had to deliver Yami's invitation personally; it would make for good publicity.
Kaiba walked past an abandoned police car and a large axe to where the front door should've been. Oh, no, that freak Bakura was here!
The shop was quiet, too quiet. Kaiba walked into the back room to find a Malik sobbing on the floor, a shirtless Bakura putting a Marik in a headlock and a Yami furiously mashing buttons on his controller, all in front of bright, computerised images on the TV screen.
"Ahem," Kaiba coughed quietly. Eerily, all four turned their heads to look at him.
"Yami, you have humiliated me for the last time. Battle City was a mistake and I am the better Duellist. I challenge you to compete in the greatest tournament the world has ever seen, the Battle District Duel Tournament; then we will see who plays Duel Monsters the best!" kaiba announced dramatically.
"Have to fix that name," Kaiba thought silently.
Yami blinked, his face blank. "Duel Monsters? Oh, Duel Monsters. Get with the times, Kaiba; you're the only one still playing that old game!"
"WHAT!" Kaiba roared.
"Yeah, Everyone who matters is playing Mario Party 5 now, mortal." Malik added.
"Oh," Kaiba said, the truth dawning on him, "Can I play?"
"He, he. Although we would like the opportunity to play against some fresh meat, Kaiba, the Nintendo Gamecube only supports four controllers, hence four players; and as you can see, we already have four players. Bye, bye now," Marik said cockily.
To add to the effect of his "speech", Marik had closed his eyes. Unfortunately, because of this, he didn't see Bakura approach him with a big, burlap sack.
Suddenly, Bakura shoved the Ishtar into the bag, tightly tied the knot and threw it through an open window, which Kaiba firmly closed immediately afterwards.
"So, let's play." Yami said.
"Yes, this time I will be victorious for sure" Kaiba boasted.
"In your dreams, Kaiba" Bakura retorted.
"I will beat you all, Mwa ha ha." Marik gloated.
And so Kaiba's great Battle District Tournament fizzled out into several days and nights playing mini-games.
What ever happened to Yugi and the others, you ask. They stayed in Turkmenistan for two years, turning their cards into matches, which they sold on the street corners, until they were able to book a flight home (in a crate marked pears).
And there you have it. Thank you to all my reviewers, yes all three of you. This was definitely the last Chapter, sob. But hey, I'll be back ...ciao!
Wait! Did I write in air holes in that sack?