Mahoshipping (Pandora x Roba)


"Very good, Mr. Roba. You qualify to join the Battle City tournament. Here is your Duel Disk."

Roba breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried his recent sixth place finish in another tournament would lock him out of Battle City. He accepted the box with a smile. He started to step out of the way so the next person in line could register when a tall man shoved past him, nearly sending him to the ground.

"Hey!" someone in line shouted. "Wait your turn!"

"No cutting!"

"We've been waiting for a while, idiot! You don't get special privilege!"

The man at the desk didn't seem to care who got in front first, and while the shouts and mutters continued, no one was actively trying to stop the tall, thin man from cutting. It might have had something to do with the eerie black and red mask the man wore, or something about the way his fingers seemed to twitch involuntarily, like he might be considering strangling someone.

"Name?" the man said.

"Pandora."

A strange name. Roba wasn't sure why he was lingering; the shop was starting to get a bit crowded. Something about the man was fascinating to him, though. He wore an interesting costume, like something a stage magician would wear.

"Mr. Pandora. Yes, you qualify. Here's your Duel Disk."

He started to hand the box over, but someone just behind the man in line tried to grab it.

"He shouldn't have gotten in front of all of us," the man snapped.

"You haven't officially qualified yet," the desk manager said, trying to yank the box back.

Pandora placed a hand on the box. The men hesitated in their tug of war. A faint smile played across Pandora's lips.

"Do you," he said. "...want to see a magic trick?"

The hand that rested on the box hesitated for a moment as the two men stared at him. The first man, who had tried to take the box, looked like he might swear at him. Then Pandora's hand flicked the top of the box open with a deft, quick movement. Almost instantly, a burst of smoke exploded from inside the box. Both men yelped and dropped the box, right into Pandora's waiting free hand. He tucked the box under his arm, tipped his hat, and headed to the door, fingers still twitching.

"I'll see you in the tournament," he said in passing to the man that had tried to take his disk.

Roba watched the man go, mouth hanging open slightly in awe. He clutched his Duel Disk a little tighter.

A magic trick. Maybe that was what he needed.


A/N: Why does it exist if no one ships it? If there's no evidence of it, it shouldn't exist. Well, of course, now there's evidence of it because I just wrote something, but that's beside the point. Next is Mageshipping (Mahad x Ryo).