Yu-gi-oh
No Limits
Chapter 28-Segas
By Kevin Jones
A half day of rain has left New York City colder than normal. The rain has left the streets and buildings damp. The autumn colored leaves on the trees are weighed down by the water; there only movement being caused by a strong cold wind. All the cars and all the street lights cause a reflection along the damp buildings which intern is allowing the city to seem as if it is enveloped in light. All seems happy and innocent on the surface, but look beneath the surface and one will find just the opposite.
…
"Damn that Rhodes kid." A grey haired journalist with thick rimmed glasses is walking down an empty Brooklyn street.
"I found him his little drug addict and how does he repay me? By getting on his Duel Runner and leaving me in the god damn suburbs!" He suddenly stops and then looks up, in the direction of Satellite. "Well at least didn't leave me alone there, granted that's where people like Brown belong. Lucky for me, I don't need Rhodes to do my job."
Ortega then pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. "I may not know who won today's matches but I know who was in them. Rhodes probably isn't in the mood to talk to me and since Rodriguez is his friend, I doubt he'll want to talk to me either. Which leaves me with 2, a high school kid who doesn't even seem to blink without Taft's approval and a friendly little boy who seems to have unusually good dueling skills; I think I smell a scoop."
Ortega laughs but stops as he starts to turn a corner. "Brooklyn Heights, a cultural diverse part of Brooklyn that has also become a hot spot for a lot German immigrants over the past 20 years."
He walks up to an old Brownstone. "More importantly, if my source is correct, this is the home of finalist Wilson Leonson."
Ortega walks up to the chipped paint door, enters and heads to the first apartment on the left. The paint on the door is a pale brown, like the walls around it, with a rusted 1 on it and an old fashioned eye hole on top of the 1.
He knocks hard and says, "Excuse me Ms. Leonson, my name is Ralph Ortega. I'm an investigative journalist and I was also a participant in the Kings Championship. I hope you don't mind but I would like to speak with your boy about his experience in this tournament, if that would be alright."
No response. Ortega checks his watch, 6 pm.
"Let's see, if he won his round, then his mother might have taken him out to dinner, to celebrate." He looks around to see if anyone is in the hallway. "According to my sources, most of the people who live in this part of town live poor so even if they are eating out I probably don't have to go much farther than the local McDonalds. But, just in case. "Ms. Leonson, are you there?"
"Wait, just a minute." Ortega is surprised by the response. But not just the fact that he received a response, but who the response came from.
"Wilson, is that you?"
"Yup, sorry I didn't respond the first time. I'm going through my deck for tomorrow and I kind of got tuned out."
"Oh, no problem, I was just"- Ortega is interrupted by the sound of a lock clicking followed by another lock and another and another followed by the door opening.
"Hi Mr. Ortega, are you here to interview me?"
"That all depends, did you win today?"
"Yup, it was a tough match but I was able to beat Kai."
"Really," Ortega is not hiding his shock. "So that means you'll go on to the finals. Which means you'll either face Charles or Chase."
"You mean I'm going to get to face Chase tomorrow!" Wilson lights up with excitement at the idea dueling Chase, he shows no sign that he even heard Charles' name.
"That's correct, granted I would like to know why you want to duel Chase Rhodes so much." Ortega looks around the small apartment. It's messy but not the same kind of messy as the apartment from this morning. This apartment is messy because its occupants are simply too busy to clean as opposed to just not caring. "Actually, before you answer that question, could you answer me why your home alone?"
"Oh," Wilson's smile leaves his face and he becomes quiet. "My mom has to work a double shift at the diner she works at during the day but she said that win or lose tomorrow, she's going to take me to the Olive Garden."
"The Olive Garden?"
"Yeah I know, I've never been to a place so fancy before but my mom said that with all the hard work I've done in this tournament, win or lose I earned a celebration dinner."
"A victory dinner at the Olive Garden," Ortega is still dumbfounded at the idea of someone seeing Olive Garden as Gourmet.
"It's in Manhattan and I bet my mom had to save a lot of money to afford it."
"You know what, never mind. Now why is it you want to duel Rhodes so much?"
"Well, because he's a hero."
"A hero," now Ortega is confused. "What do you mean by 'he's a hero'?"
"Because he saved the entire world not once but twice…well I think the first time he just saved the city but still"-
"Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean by he saved the city… or the world… or whatever?"
"Don't you know?"
"I haven't been in New York City in almost 20 years. Either way the boy's only 16, how could he possibly have saved anybody not once but twice?"
"Well, do you remember hearing about those guys back in June who wanted to blow up Manhattan?"
"The Satellite Revenge Militia, of course I remember them. They claimed that they we're going to blow up City Hall because of the treatment by the city towards satellite citizens, but nothing ever happened."
"That's because Chase Rhodes stopped them."
"Once again, how could a 16 year old kid stop a group of terrorists?"
"As the story goes, Chase Rhodes found about their plot and he also found out that the bomb detonator was programmed through the leaders Duel Runner. He then, single handedly, beat the leader in a duel, stopped all the other members and deactivated the bomb!"
Ortega is in shock, not just at the story but at the way young boy is telling it. He makes Chase sound almost like a James Bond style action film hero. Ortega knows the story sounds farfetched but a part of him can't help but wonder if this explains why after the bomb threat, the SRM were never heard from again and why Rhodes appears to have the eyes of a wolf, an age old saying for someone who appears to have seen something rough.
"You also said that Rhodes saved the world. Do you know anything about that?"
"Well apparently and this only happened a few weeks ago, there was this group called Arcadia who was"-
"Wait did you just say Arcadia, as in Arcadia Movement?"
"Uh…actually I think they were called Arcadia Boarding School. Anyways, these Arcadia guys were planning on taking over the minds of every human being on the planet, even you and me."
"You expect me to believe that there was a group with the power to take over the entire world and they were stopped by a teenager."
"That's what the people from Segas said."
"Wait, did you just say Segas told you all this?"
"Yup, at the duel tournaments they host."
"Now hold on a minute, are you telling me that Segas hosts Duel Tournaments?"
"Yup, every week for the past year or so, at the rec center over by Abbey Court."
"How'd you find about these tournaments?"
"Oh, they announced them at school a few weeks ago. I went to one and then I just kept going back."
Ortega is confused, "How do these tournaments work?"
"When you sign up, they put you on a list. When the duels begin, usually at around 5:30, you face your first opponent. You play a best 2 out of 3 and if you win you gain a point. Everybody duels 4 rounds no matter what but you only ever face people who have the same points as you."
"So, for instance, if I have 1 point, I'll only face someone with 1 point. Then after 4 rounds of this, the top 16 players duel each other in the same style as this tournament."
Wilson nods.
"But that just sounds like a normal hobby league tournament. Why would Segas hold one of those, especially in this part of town?"
"So that way, those of us who can't afford rare cards can get their hands on a few."
"Pardon?"
"Hold on a sec," the young boy then jumps off the couch he is sitting on, sprints into the next room and comes back holding his deck. "Check this bad boy out."
The young boy reveals the bottom card of his deck.
"That, that's Trishula, Dragon of the Ice Barrier, how on earth did you get your hands on a card like that?"
"Well, I don't like to brag, but it just so happens that I received that card as prize for winning a Segas Tournament a week ago."
"One of the rarest cards available and it was given to you in a hobby league tournament?"
"Oh yeah, and you should see some of the other cards kids have won. I've seen kids win cards like Naturia Barkion, Thermal Genex, Mist Wurm and lot's more."
"So, cards that duelists spend years looking for are currently in the hands of elementary school students. That's almost as crazy as the idea of someone making a fifth Blue-Eyes White Dragon."
"Fifth Blue-Eyes White Dragon?"
"Wait what…never mind. Now, who did you hear the stories about Rhodes from?"
"Different competitors, usually the older ones, like older than Chase but younger than you." Ortega lifts an eyebrow to that, "Oops, sorry about that."
"No, no it's alright. I'm actually older than I look." Now Wilson lifts an eyebrow. "How old do I look to you?"
"Uhm…40's…50's… I'm only 10, so I don't need to worry about being old for a long time."
"I'll have you aware that I'm comfortably in my early 60's."
Wilson once again raises an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're in your 60's."
"Well thank you, but I am supposed to be in my 60's."
"What do you mean by supposed to be in your 60's?"
"I mean, even though I'm made to look like I'm in my late 40's, I'm actually in my 60's."
"Are you OK?"
"Why of course I'm OK, why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you just said that you're made to look like you're in your 40's."
"Well I… I." Ortega removes his glasses and starts rubbing his eyes. He is also starting to notice a growing headache.
"You know, if you're not feeling well, I can take you to Bill next door. I once saw this guy who looked like he was really out of it. Like he kept twitching and he was biting his nails but then, he went into Bill's apartment and when he came out he was just fine. Granted, he did have a prick on his arm, like when you get a shot at the doctor."
"No, no, I'm-fine, I'm fine, it's just been a long day. Now does anyone important like Judge Taft ever come to these tournaments?"
"I've never seen Taft there and I wouldn't know if anyone else like him has been there."
"Then who's running the tournaments?" Suddenly Ortega's head jolts to his right, he has no idea why.
"Usually just the rec center people. All though…there is this old guy, he doesn't duel or anything he just kind of watches, but he always leaves right before the tournaments end."
"Tiny, old, bold, wearing a leisure suit and his eyes almost look closed?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Well because…because…I don't know…I know but…I don't know."
Suddenly, Ortega leaps up and begins pacing around the room.
"Bathrooms next to the kitchen."
"Oh no, oh no, I don't need to take a leak."
"Then why are you pacing?"
"Because I'm me, no I'm not me," he is talking fast and pacing faster. "No I'm not me, I was me but now I'm not-no! I haven't been me for a long time, a very long time. Better yet, why am I feeling like this now, in 36 years, why am I feeling like this now?"
"Well, you are pretty old?"
His gaze suddenly shifts towards the boy.
"Of course, you, during the introduction a few days ago, I was the first to show up. The other people eventually showed up as well but you were one of the last. When you entered the waiting room, I started to feel something, something very strange. I believed it to be the result of vending machine Calamari but for some reason it didn't go away. When I noticed that I was staring at you. I decided to introduce myself. That's when Rhodes and the other 2 showed and we both know where things went from there. You're making me feel this way, question is why!"
Ortega is now staring out the window at the busy street. He is no longer pacing nor is he moving at all.
"I should just stay where I am." Going against his better judgment, Wilson creeps over towards Ortega and touches his hand. Suddenly Ortega jumps almost a foot into the air. He then lands on his back and begins to convulse.
With no idea what to do, Wilson creeps back until his back is against the wall. He is shaking and his mouth is left wide open as he watches the man in his home shake like a fish out of water.
"G," begins Ortega. "G, g, g, g, ge, ge, ge…"
"I'm going to call an ambulance!"
As Wilson darts to the phone on the wall, he suddenly hears, "no need."
Wilson looks back towards Ortega who is now sitting up with a large, devilish smile across his face.
"Wh, what just happened?"
As Ortega begins to stand, he says, "I suffer from what is called Epilepsies. Epilepsies cause my thinking to go haywire and results in me having what's called a seizure."
Wilson stays quiet.
"A seizure is what you just saw me have. I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm supposed to take medicine so none of that happens but with the day I've had I completely forgot to take it. I'm sorry for scaring you."
"It's OK… I guess."
"Now then, I must get home so I can take my medicine. In case I don't see you until then, good luck tomorrow."
"Thank you, and good night."
With that, Ortega walks towards the door. He then opens it, walks out and shuts it behind him. He then walks out the building and goes across the street. He then begins to laugh.
"I didn't know I still had it in me to lie like that. Epilepsies, only other time I've ever even heard that word was on House."
He suddenly stops walking and looks behind him.
"Ah nothing," he continues walking. "Now to focus on the facts I just learned from the kid. Fact 1, New York City is still the same piece of shit it was when I was here back at the turn of the century, only difference is now, they put the lowest of the in there shit pile; good riddance I say.
Next fact, apparently Rhodes has stopped evil villains not once but twice. On the one hand, this sounds ridiculous, but then again, Segas chose Rhodes for a reason. I was in San Francisco during the SRM incident but like the rest of the country I remember it well. Several abandoned buildings get blown up and a bunch unidentified video messages were sent to the Rockefeller Center. According to these tapes, the Satellite Revenge Militia wanted the city to pay for creating the Satellite Sector. They claimed that they were going to blow up City Hall and half of Manhattan with it. Nothing ever happened but the City was in a panic equivalent to that of 9 11. If I'm correct no one ever die- no wait…now that I think about it, there was 1 fatality. Yes, there was 1 fatality. I don't remember the name but I do remember it was a young High School girl and for her death to gain national media coverage, she had to be someone important which means she probably went to Dewint Academy along with Rhodes.
What if, and this is a strong what if, this girl was someone close to Rhodes, probably a girlfriend. For one reason or another she found herself in the middle of the SRM's plans and lost her life for it. Considering how Rhodes is I'd imagine he's probably attracted to the adventurous type. When she died, Rhodes, considering how he got this morning after hearing 1 sob story, probably went after the Militia. That may also explain that scar on his neck. It's definitely some kind of a burn but I doubt a fire started on his neck. It's possible he was shot in the neck with a Shock Gun.
I can see it now, Rhodes found there explosives, was somehow able to deactivate them, he is smart after all, and before leaving they stunned him in the neck.
All that leaves left is him stopping the Arcadia Movement, or some branch of it. To figure that one out, I think I'll go to the source and if I'm correct, the Grand Master of Segas should be exactly where he was last time."
…
"I'd like to propose a toast to Chase for making it to the final round of the most screwed up Duel Tournament since Duelist Kingdom."
"Hey Mustang, aren't you forgetting a few people?"
"Oh, thanks for reminding me Havoc. I'd also like to propose a toast to Kai and Toni for also making it far in the tournament."
"You're still forgetting someone."
"Oh yeah, actually I'm forgetting 2 people. I'd also like to thank Agent Fuery for his creative, albeit sometimes perverted; hiding spots for hidden camera's 360 degree, full detail, high definition, and clear sound have allowed for us to keep a clear eye on the whole tournament."
"And," this guy's really trying to get Mustang to throw him a bone.
"And finally a big thanks to Ms. Aaronson for finding the information on Alfred Ely Beach."
"Really," he's mad, "you're thanking Rhodes' girlfriend and not me!"
"For the last time, she's not my girlfriend!"
Now I'm angry. For those of you just tuning in, those guys from a few hours ago were not bad guys. In fact, I'm sitting across from them right now at a Chinese Buffet in lower Manhattan.
"Speaking of which," begins Kai, "where is Vanessa?"
"Sorry about missing the toasts. I had trouble finding the short ribs."
Sounds like Vanessa's- holy crap. Her entire plate is covered in food. Literally, it looks like she has a mountain of food, bigger than her head, on her plate.
"Chase," Kai's whispers to me, "does she eat that much normally?"
"I don't know, I don't eat lunch with her at school. Seriously, it looks like she got a little bit of everything on there."
"You'd think a girl like her would be watching her weight. I mean for most girls to get a body like hers they'd have to never eat but it looks like there's enough food there to make to make a bus of super models fat."
"I've heard of fast Metabolisms but where could she be putting it all?"
"Maybe it's got something to do with why her hair's so long. But"-
"Hey what are you guys whispering about?" Asks the Garbage Disposal
"Well," starts Toni, "I'd imagine the fact that you have a dinner for 4 on your plate might have something to do with it."
"Hey, I have a big appetite and a lot of energy."
Toni responds with, "no, athletes have a lot of energy. Small children have a lot of energy. Hell, crack addicts have a lot of energy. You have a black hole where your stomach should be."
"Alright," says agent Hawkeye, "can we please get onto a more serious subject."
To put things into perspective, the uptight, serious, yet incredibly attractive, FBI Lady wants 4 teenagers and 6 FBI agents, 5 of which look like they're ready to turn in for the night, to be serious next to a table full of people in Hawaiian shirts.
"Hawkeye's right," says Vanessa after swallowing a big fork full of lo-mien. She stuffed such a large amount of food in her mouth; I'm surprised she didn't choke. "My first question is why did you guys go through all the trouble of scaring Chase, Charles and I if all you wanted to do was get us out of the hospital to bring us here?"
"A very good question," begins the fat agent. "Which is why I'd prefer it if Mustang answered instead of me."
He gestures Mustang who, as usual, seems happy to make he look clever.
"Simple really, this Charles kid has, or had, a know it all attitude."
Ain't that the truth.
"We needed to make sure he would stay out of our investigation."
Spend a little while around this guy and he'll never want to be around the FBI again.
"Or worse get the media involved."
Tomorrows Halloween, the only thing the media is interested in is what kind of diseases we can get from rented costumes.
"Because of this we decided to scare him so his ego would get deflated."
If you wanted to scare him and deflate his ego at same time then you should have had him and 3 black guys get naked and start comparing different physical aspects of each other to one another.
"Do you think it worked?"
"It worked," begins Vanessa, "but I still think that whole thing was cruel and unnecessary."
On the contrary, I loved watching the little moron wet himself. "Don't worry; we won't have to deal with him for a while."
"Good to know," starts Hawkeye, "as for you Chase, do you feel you're ready for tomorrow."
"Of course, all I have to do is beat Wilson and find out who the Grand Master is. I'll leave the rest up to you guys."
"It's not so simple," says Hawkeye. "According to the video you guys were shown the other day, the Grand Master has strange powers."
"The last evil villain had the ability to control people's minds and you were ok with me doing all the work then."
Vanessa suddenly stops eating. I should have figured bringing that up would make her feel uncomfortable seeing as she did have her mind controlled
"That's different," she says with worry in her voice. "We weren't shore on anything at that point. Here we know that we're dealing with something unnatural."
"Then why haven't you called a S.W.A.T Team?" Asks Kai, granted all 4 of us are thinking that same thought.
"Because," starts Mustang with an annoyed tone, "are unit is designed for dealing with cults and conspiracies. There for we're supposed to deal with issues discreetly. A S.W.A.T team wouldn't be very discreet now would it?"
"Then I guess the only thing for me to do is duel. If I win, I'll stop Segas for you and if I lose, well that's your problem."
"Then if that's the case," says the agent named Jean Havoc. "I should probably tell you about the kid's deck"-
"Not a chance!" Now I'm mad.
"But you were just saying that you got to beat the kid. So why shouldn't I tell you about his deck?"
"Because I am a duelist and there's no point in dueling an opponent if I know all his decks weak points."
Havoc responds with, "This isn't some grudge match on the playground. This is a genuine FBI sting operation that you're a part of. We need to take advantage of every resource we've got even the duel information from I, Kai and Toni's duels."
"My lips are sealed," says Toni.
"Same here," says Kai.
"Both of you can't be saying that you're ok with Chase just running into this duel blind!"
When no one responds, he turns his head towards Vanessa.
"Don't look at me; I gave up reasoning with these guys a long time ago."
"Mustang, please tell me you can get a court order?"
Mustang is smiling, "for a bunch of kids to talk about card games, fat chance. Either way you wouldn't be able to say much anyways because you lost in 2 turns."
Now he looks embarrassed. "I got a bad opening hand. That's all there is to it."
"I get a bad opening hand all the time." Granted I don't like to brag much. "But I still figure out how to make it work."
"I need a cigarette."
"Oh please," says Hawkeye, "you only smoke to make yourself seem cool."
Seem, wait a second, "seem, that's it!"
"Chase," says a confused Mustang, "what are you talking about?"
"We got it wrong, not the part about Segas being evil or about this tournament serving a dark purpose. What we got wrong is them."
"Ok," starts Havoc, "what's spike head talking about?"
Kai responds with, "I'd keep quiet if I were you. Last time Chase started talking like this, he saved the whole world."
"As I was saying, why is it that no one has ever actually come forward about Segas and I'm not talking about stuff on the internet, I mean why hasn't one person in all these years actually said, I have evidence about Segas."
"Fear," says Mustang.
"There's always fear. The mob and the drug cartels use fear and people have still talked against them. Even government agents have come forward with revealing information about things such as JFK and Water Gate."
"I'm just going to ignore that last part," says Mustang. "Even if what you're saying is true, that still doesn't explain the years of Segas activity nor what you meant by mind control."
"Segas consists of only a few people who have spent years controlling people minds for their own intent, by controlling the DA's office, there untouchable from the law but there still able to have influence over the city."
"Fine," says Mustang, "let's assume this crazy idea of yours is true, that a decade's old organization that has been linked to several high level incidents consists of only a few people with magic powers. Then why are they holding this tournament?"
"Like I said before, I'll have to win tomorrow to find out."
…
"Tomorrow is the day I die. I'm glad to know I can have such a delicious final dinner."
An old man is sitting at a table in a Manhattan pent house apartment. Across from him sits a blind folded man.
The 2 men are dressed in leisure suits with a table full of food in front of them, from bread made from rosemary, to 2 tender grilled Lamb Chops in front of the old man while a skewered Lobster sits under the blind folded man.
"In all do honesty my master, I still can't believe that by this time tomorrow, you will no longer be with me. After all the things you did for me, such as making me a judge."
"Yes, we've had some good times together, but I'm pushing 100. It's time for someone new to take on my powers and responsibility's. I'm just glad to know that it will be 1 of 2 very powerful young men."
"Granted, neither of us saw it coming that the 2 candidates would have about a 6 year age difference."
"That's fate; I assume you are preparing for your part tomorrow."
"Oh yes sir, I am preparing for my"-
"Pizza delivery in the name of Taft."
Taft reacts to the strange voice by jolting off his chair. "We didn't order a Pizza." He says this angrily.
"It says here," begins the voice with an unemotional tone, "that I'm to deliver our Blue-Eyes special to a guy named Taft, that'll be $11.21."
"Look, we didn't order a pizza, so"-
"You may come in," says the old man who is still sitting in a relaxed position.
"Master, I must protest"-
"You've always been so quick to judgment, good when you're a judge, not good when you're intentionally trying to fall into a trap."
"Sir"-
"You still carry that all semi-automatic from your days in the military on you, right?"
Taft opens his jacket to reveal a gun resting in a shoulder holster. "I was number 1 in blind shooting."
"Another reason why I made you my number 2 man, now keep that hidden and open the door."
Taft walks across the room to the door and opens it. Ortega then walks in with a large smile on his face. He no longer has his straight posture or his large round glasses. He is now hunched over and his eyes seem wild, almost as if something was seen that has left them forever tainted.
"I spoke with little Wilson before. He's a nice kid, granted his attitude isn't what you like about him. You like him because he has the ability to erase foreign evils from the body."
"Wait a minute, I know who you are!" On instinct Taft pulls the gun out of his pocket and points it at Ortega's head. All Ortega does in response is widening his smile.
"Now, now, there's no need for violence, I'm curious as to what are little journalist friend has to say. Now when you say foreign evils, you are referring to?"
"Isn't it obvious, I'm referring to Ge"-
"Don't you dare udder the forbidden word Mr. Ortega."
Taft now has his right fist clenched and his left hand tightening around the trigger.
"My name's not Ortega isn't that right Grand Master Beach?"
In response the Grand Master begins to laugh so violently, the chair he's sitting on almost falls over. "Oh my, oh my, you've regained all your memories, haven't you Rare Hunter?"
"You bet, I remember how you tricked me, I remember how you played me and I remember how you had me tortured by what seemed like mindless zombies and I remember how you then altered my memories and turned me into an annoying journalist with grey hair."
"Just for the record, the hair wasn't my idea and the only reason I did any of that to you is because you stole from me. Now what is it you want from me?"
"Just a duel."
Taft responds with, "a duel?"
"Of course, I'd like to give the Grand Master the demonstration I was attempting to 30 years ago."
"Oh really, very well lets duel."
Rare Hunter
The 2 men are standing on opposite sides of the large living room.
"Since this is your demonstration, you may go first, Newman."
"So you remembered my name after all these years."
"I never forget a future pawn."
"Yes well, prepare for this pawn to tear you apart. I draw; next I set 1 monster and 1 card face down and end my turn."
Grand Master Beach
"My draw, I wonder what those set cards are. You're clearly not using your old deck."
"Like I said, I'm showing you what I was supposed to show you."
"Well then, let's find out what you want to show me! I discard 1 card from my hand in order to special summon The Tricky (ATK: 2000/DEF: 1200)!
To the left stands a black and yellow jester with "?" on his chest and face. To the right stands an old man laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just remembering the claim you made all those years ago. I think I'm ready to see if it's true! Now, Tricky attack his set monster!"
The Tricky fired a beam of rainbow colored energy at the image of a brown rectangle. The image explodes and is replaced by a white, egg shaped stone.
"Now for part 1 of my presentation, the set monster was The White Stone of Legend (ATK: 300/DEF: 250). When The White Stone of Legend is sent to the graveyard I can add 1 Blue-Eyes White Dragon from my deck to my hand!"
"Bull," says Taft, "the Blue-Eyes White Dragon is a legendary card released during the original launch of Industrial Illusions. Only 4 were produced, 3 of which are currently in the hands of Seto Kaiba. The fourth was ripped in half but the halves were taped together and are currently under the possession of Yugi Mutou. Both these men are living in Japan and all 4 cards are in their possession."
"This brings me to the second part of my presentation."
"The world's greatest counter fit," says Beach. "All dies, paper texture, foils and even invisible security code are matched perfectly. When you first told me this, you didn't mention that you made a Blue-Eyes copy."
"I was hoping for shock and awe."
"Well it's definitely shocking. I will now end my turn. Let's see what you got."
Newman
"If you insist, my draw, next I play the spell card Ancient Rules! Now I can special summon 1 level 5 or higher Normal Monster from my hand and guess the one I'm going with."
"Moment of truth," says an excited Grand Master.
"Now I special summon, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon (ATK: 3000/DEF: 2500)!"
A bright light covers the field as an elegant blue beast enters the field. Its large wings are flapping while its claws are shining like sapphires. It's blue and white eyes are staring at the caped jester. It then let's out a loud roar that makes all those able to hear it, tremble.
"A perfect forgery, even on a current Duel Disk that makes the original seems like a calculator. You have truly out dun yourself but why do I have a feeling you're not just going to attack."
"What gave it away?"
"You stole something from me, something very powerful, something forbidden. I can feel its power from here."
"Wait, wait, wait," begins Taft. "Sir you don't mean he"-
"You bet slick, I stole the most powerful and evil card in existence."
"Then play it and show me your true power."
"If you say so, I activate the continuous trap"-
"Don't you dare, don't you dare!"
"To late servant boy, I play the ultimate darkness, the great evil, the original nightmare, the shadow of humanity, the continuous trap, Geass!"
Next Time: Geass
"Chase make her stop right now. I know this sounds crazy but I think if you 2 continue she might not survive!"
"Why's that?" As I look back at Vanessa, I notice her eyes are now open and there are glowing red circles around her green irises.