The Next Dimension

By: Gardie

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Pokemon. I just enjoy them and write fanfiction.

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Chapter 4

Joey's POV

We separated from the other group. We were going to find the Book of Secret Arts that Marik would use to return us to the human world and our original forms. My team had Tristan, Duke, Mai, Bakura, Ryou, and me. Bakura, surprisingly was being very quiet, I had expected him to make all kinds of trouble.

"Okay," I said, "Let's find a city and listen to what people say for clues."

"Why would they say something useful?" asked Tristan.

"They always do," answered Duke.

"Like in Kaiba's game people told you hints, it's the same in Pokemon."

"I wonder I you have to first talk to them," said Ryou to himself.

"What exactly are we listening for?" asked Mai.

"Just something about an old book," I replied.

Ryou wasn't listening and was instead trying to talk to Bakura. We soon found a road and began following it. It was getting dark when we eventually saw a city and it was even darker when we actually arrived.

"Let's split up," I suggested, "Look around and listen. We'll meet back here in about an hour."

Everyone went his or her own way into the city.

Ryou's POV

I slowly travelled through the city, keeping against walls and staying in the shadows. It was sneaking around the city like a stray dog, having to hide whenever someone anyone came near. I hadn't forgotten Joey saying that pokemon are captured for battle. I didn't know whether I could return after being captured and I had no desire to find out. I saw a crowd of people heading towards me and I ducked into an alley to hide. The alley was extremely dark, making me almost invisible. I walked backwards toward the end of the alley, making sure no one was following me. I stepped in some liquid that I didn't see and slipped, falling on my stomach. The liquid, that was now soaking my fur, felt like some kind of oil. When I tried to stand up I slipped again and yelped involuntarily. I froze, afraid someone might have heard the sound. At first it was quiet but then I heard the door at the end of the alley being unlocked. I needed to hide quickly and couldn't go out he alley so I jumped into a nearby dumpster and lay down. I heard two people come out of the door, talking.

"So," said guy#1, "What are you doing his weekend?"

"I don't know," answered guy#2, " I was thinking maybe I'd go watch the Cerulean Sisters. You?"

"I was going to go to the Pewter museum. Apparently they have a really old book with strange hieroglyphics."

"Weird."

"Yeah, I heard it was just lying in a field. A farmer's milktank found it."

"I wonder what it says."

"I don't know."

Then one of them emptied a trashcan on me! It must have been from a restaurant because it was mostly half-eaten meals and stuff. Yuck! The guys went back inside and closed the door. I tried to get out but one of my legs was stuck in some goo. I pulled harder and the goo began to climb up my leg. Then more goo hit my chest and began to pull me down into the rubbish. It was stronger than I was and I realised it was some strange blob of a creature. I took a breathe, copying Bakura, and exhaled, trying to make my breath as hot as possible. It worked and fire shot out of my mouth. The flames hit the creature in its face and it released its hold on me. The dumpster caught alight but the flames didn't hurt me. I jumped out and ran back to the meeting spot.

Mai's POV

Everyone, except Ryou, was back from the city and we were all wondering if he had been captured. Bakura was sitting alone muttering, "If anyone hurt my Ryou," under his breath. Joey and Duke were complaining about the cold, so I let them sit in my tails. Tristan tried to use his large body to block the wind.

"Let's make a fire," suggested Duke.

Everyone agreed, so Joey leapt into the trees to get some branches while Duke and I looked on the ground. We piled the sticks up and I let them with a flamethrower attack. A few minutes later the bushes parted and Ryou walked through. He was filthy and stank. His previously cream belly and collar were dark and damp with some liquid; he also had a fish skeleton in his tail and various pieces of food stuck to him.

"What happened to you?" asked Joey.

"Yeah," said Tristan, "You stink, man."

"Poo!" agreed Duke.

Even Bakura kept his distance.

"I fell in some puddle," explained Ryou, "hid in a dumpster, had the trash emptied on me and was attacked by a blob."

"The blob was probably a grimer," grinned Joey.

"How are you going to get clean?" I asked.

Suddenly Bakura shot a massive flamethrower at Ryou. The force knocked him down and rolled him back a short distance.

"Hey, man!" shouted Joey, "Stop that! What's your problem?"

Bakura stopped and Ryou climbed shakily to his feet.

"What the hell was that for?" he yelled angrily.

"Uh, Ryou," I started.

"You're clean," finished Joey in disbelief.

Although his fur was ruffled he was clean, everything had been incinerated.

"There," said Bakura, a trace of satisfaction in his voice.

"Thanks," said Ryou.

"None of us here learnt anything," I said, "Did you?"

"Yeah."

"What?" asked Joey.

"Some old book with hieroglyphics was found in a field. It's in Pewter museum."

"So that's where we've got to go," said Bakura.

"We're in Vermilion," stated Joey, "So we need to go through Cerulean and over Mount Moon to get to Pewter."

Yugi's POV

We are heading to Bill's house, somewhere near Cerulean. Kaiba saw the rod with someone named Bill. He said he was taking it home to Cerulean. Marik stole a road map from a petrol station and found the way. So we're following the road while Kaiba keeps an eye. If a trainer or anyone else is coming he tells us and we all hide. Yami and Marik argue about everything. Marik says he's in charge but Yami argues that he's Pharaoh and King of Games and, since I told him Pokemon's a game, he's convinced everything he does here is right. Tea, who has done absolutely nothing for the group, apart from complain, keeps hanging on me like a leech! It's so frustrating!

"Hey, guys!"

It was Kaiba. He swooped down, close to us.

"A furniture removal truck is coming, the back's open and it's not going very fast. If you guys could get on it we could move a lot faster and use less energy."

"Okay," said Marik, "I think-"

"No you don't!" interrupted Yami, "I should do the plan."

"Forget it!"

"I'm Pharaoh! Obey me!"

"You're a mole!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Guys," I cut in, "quickly, please."

"Alright," said Kaiba, "Since you people can't come up with a plan, I'll stop the truck."

'Fine," consented Marik.

Yami said nothing.

"Hide net to the road," instructed Kaiba as he flew off.

We all hid in a convenient patch of long grass and watched. When the truck came close Kaiba began to flap harder and harder until he kicked up a tornado of sand and sent it at the truck. Blinded by the sand flying around the driver slammed on the brakes. Yami, Marik, Tea and I ran to the truck and jumped in the back. The sand cleared and the driver started moving again.

Kaiba's POV

The truck moved of and I followed behind. After a few metres it drove over a rock and bounced. Tea fell out. I dived down and grabbed the stupid girl in my talons. What an idiot! I flew to the truck and dropped her before landing. Yami caught her as she fell and she immediately hugged him tightly.

"My hero," she said.