(Next morning; 9 AM)
Yugi was still asleep. His snores were like a purring cat. He never looked so peaceful.
His phone started to ring loudly on the desk next to his bed. Without opening his eyes, he calmly picked up the phone, opened it, and held it to his ear.
"...hello?" he drowsily said.
"Hey, Yugi! It's me, Joey!"
"Oh...hey, Joey. Why are you calling me so early?"
"Dude, it's 9:00 in the morning."
Yugi opened his eyes calmly.
"Anyway, Yugi, you need to head to the airport. There's something fishy going on in there."
Yugi rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "Joey, I just woke up. Is this an emergency?"
"A big one! You'd better get over here quick!"
"Joey-"
Before Yugi could finish his sentence, Joey hung up. /I guess I'd better go see what's going on.../ With a sigh, he sat up and gave himself a moment to wake up for a little bit.
Yugi walked down the stairs, wearing a black T-shirt with blue jeans and white socks, and yawned a single time. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Grandpa said, "Where are you going?" He had his hand behind his back. "Joey wants me to head to the airport quickly," Yugi said as he sat down on the couch to tie his shoes, "Apparently, something bad is going on in there."
"Really?" Grandpa asked, "That's a shame. I was hoping you could stay so I could ki-" Yugi swiftly turned towards Grandpa in worry. "I mean...uh..." Grandpa said, trying to correct himself, "...spend time with my grandson." Yugi still looked worried. /He was about to say "kill." I know it./
Yugi walked towards Grandpa and asked, "Grandpa, are you feeling alright? You don't sound like yourself." "Oh, don't worry about me," Grandpa said, "Just go see what your friend needs." "...ok..?" Yugi exited the house. Grandpa took his hand out from behind his back. He was holding a knife. "So close," he said to himself.
Yugi walked on the sidewalk towards the airport. He was still worried. /Why was Grandpa acting so strange? Does this have to do with what happened two days ago? I hope he'll be alright./ As he got closer to the airport, he put his hands into his pockets because the air started to get cold. /Too bad I'm too far from home to get my jacket./
(Inside the airport)
When Yugi walked inside, he wasn't happy to see what was happening. A massacre was taking place, with dead bodies all over the tile floor. As he walked around, he noticed something strange: everyone was wearing a Duel Disk, except one that was deep inside the airport. He was armed with a simple revolver. He was just a random man wearing a formal suit. According to the nametag, his name was Walter.
If he was killing countless Duelists, the solution was a harsh one. Yugi looked around and eyed a small pistol on the ground. Walter fired at Yugi's direction, but he rolled out of the way just in time. /He's trying to kill me! But...why?/
He had no other choice. Yugi hurried and grabbed the gun and ammunition. /There isn't very much, but it will have to work./ Walter fired another bullet at Yugi. He quickly took cover behind a support beam, dodging the bullet yet again.
Yugi quickly loaded his weapon. His thumb pulled the hammer back, cocking the gun. /This is probibly going to scar my mind forever./ He stepped out of his hiding place and shot one bullet, hitting Walter in the stomach. He stepped backwards, clutching his stomach. "Lucky shot," Walter said, "But not as lucky as this!"
Walter fired bullet number 3. He aimed it at his heart, but it hit Yugi's shoulder. He stumbled back towards the wall from the impact as he clutched his shoulder. It was the first time he ever took a bullet.
"Why don't you give up now, little Duelist?" Walter said, reloading his gun, "Since one more bullet could possible kill you." Yugi's eyes were fierce. He fired again, this time without aiming. The bullet hit Walter in the arm, making him drop his weapon. He clutched his bleeding upperarm. "You'll pay for that!" he shouted with fury in his words.
Walter leaped down from the stairs, trying to handle it "man to man." Yugi tried to fire again. Nothing. He was out of ammo. Before he had a chance to react, he got punched right across the face, forming a bruise on his cheek. Yugi kicked Walter at the side as a natural reflex.
This pattern continued until Walter finally had the upper hand when Yugi tripped over a dead body and fell backwards. Walter climbed on top of him with a new loaded pistol, the tip of it touching Yugi's forehead. Walter cocked the weapon. It all seemed hopeless in Yugi's perspective.
"Prepare for your demise, little Duelist," Walter said as he squeezed the trigger slightly. Yugi looked around and saw a knife. "I think it's the other way around," he said as he grabbed the knife. Walter said with a puzzled look, "What do you mean?" "I mean you're the one that will meet the demise!" Yugi replied as he stabbed Walter at the back. Walter collapsed to the ground beside him, still breathing, but not for long.
Yugi quickly stood, grabbed Walter at the shirt and said, "Why did you kill so many people?" "I...I had to..." Walter said weakly.
"Had to?"
"Yes...it's the Virus..."
"...Virus? What virus?"
"The Virus...infects everyone that isn't a Duelist...and it...causes all of the...the 'Infectoids'...to kill all Duelists. I was infected...and you...cured me..."
He was right. Walter's scarlet eyes changed back to its original color; hazel.
"You must...be careful...there are more...'Infectoids'...then there are Duelists...you must...stop the...'Ultimate War'..."
Walter's eyes closed. He died. Yugi put Walter's body down gently. He now knows that the "Ultimate War" has just begun.