Duel End
Winner: Yuei Mitsui
"W-We did it, Yubel." Yuei lay flat on the ground. His leg was bent a way it wasn't supposed to, his bones shattered beyond basic repair.
"Yuei, y-you won. YOU DID IT!" Yubel started to jump up and down, waving her hands in the air, as if the crowd could see her. "Yuei! Get u-" Yubel stared down at the pile of mess that was Yuei. His grey jacket was torn to shreds, little of it was even there. His shirt had holes in it, and his pants were chopped up. Yuei coughed, and blood started to spew from his mouth. "YUEI!" Yubel ran to his side, getting down on her knees, and kneeling over him. She put her hand over his mouth, wiping the blood from his face.
"Yubel."
"It's fine, Yuei, just let the paramedics take you."
"SO, THE DEMON FINALLY SHOWS UP!" Kuroda grabbed the ground in front of him, pulling himself from the other side of the stadium. "You thought you could fool me, but no. You just took another body to hide, didn't you, YUBEL?" Kuroda laughed maniacally as he pulled himself through the smoke.
Yuei moved his head, staring at the two crashed bikes, one of them with an arm dangling off. "KURODA!" Yuei turned his head back, but stopped mid-way. "AHHHH!" he yelled in pain, as his leg started to swell.
"You took him away from me, everything he did was for you, AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY!" Kuroda moved forward, out of the mist, revealing the stub where his arm once resided. "EVERYTHING, I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU AND THE BOY!" A red light appeared on Kuroda's forehead, making a pentagram shape. It was glowing brighter as Kuroda yelled louder. Yuei crawled towards the nearest Duel Disk, seeing one nearby. He forced himself along with his arms, pushing with one, pulling with the other. He refused to use his leg, knowing that it would hurt worse.
"Kuroda, yo-"
"He's gone, Yuei." Yubel moved forward, moving the Duel Disk carefully towards Yuei, trying not to bring attention to herself.
"Folks, what is happening here? Why is the staff not doing anything? Come on people, we live in a peaceful city," The announcer rambled on, trying to keep the Audience focused on anything but the maniac and the boy in the middle. Kuroda pulled himself by his arm, reaching out for Yuei.
"I activate the magic card," Yuei screamed as loud as he could, pain reverberating in his voice, "Mystical Space Typhoon!" He slid the card into the duel disk, and watched as the air in front of him started to form into a whirlwind. It pushed Kuroda back, and pulled Yuei into it. Kuroda tried to grab on to anything he could, but fell headfirst onto the flat road beneath him, as it turned back into the stadium. Yuei fell to the ground as the whirlwind stopped, and tried to force himself up, falling almost instantly.
"KURODA!" Yuei jumped, hearing the first voice in the room. "I GAVE YOU THIS DECK BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD TEST YUEI'S STRENGTH! INSTEAD, YOU TRIED TO MURDER HIM!" Yuei looked around, he didn't see Kuroda anywhere, much less where the voice was coming from. Yuei looked down, his legs wouldn't move, his arms were free to roam, however. He turned his head to the side, to see a red curtain. On the other side must have been Kuroda.
"HURGH! UH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yuei listened in as the man started to struggle. "LET ME OUT OF THIS CAGE!"
"Fine, I have no use for you anyway." A hand grabbed the curtain from behind, and slid it open. Yoshida stood there, staring at Yuei, holding a briefcase. "Oh, Yuei, sorry. I thought you were asleep."
"I was, until you started yelling. What's happened anyway?"
"You don't remember? You passed out, Kuroda was hit with a slab of concrete."
"Is he ok?" Yuei stared at the bed beside him, Kuroda was strapped down, struggling to get out.
"No more than you are. Look at you, your legs are broken, you're paralyzed from the waist down. How're you gonna compete in the tournament, on a wheelchair?"
"I have my ways."
"Well you'd better hope they work quick, or else you're going to be disqualified." Yoshida started to walk off.
"Wait," Yuei leaped out of the bed, landing on the floor. His leg twisted behind him, yet he felt nothing. Yoshida panicked, and helped Yuei back onto the bed. Yoshida turned around, and pressed the button on the wall, speaking into the built-in mic.
"Patient Mitsui Yuei has just fell off his bed, and Patient Masahiro Kuroda needs sedatives as soon as possible. Report immediately." Yoshida took his thumb off the button, and turned to Yuei. "You're gonna be ok, now what was it you needed?"
"J-just," Yuei stared at Yoshida, quickly turning away. "It's nothing. I'll see you after the tournament." As Yoshida turned around, he picked up his briefcase, and started away. The nurses ran past Yoshida, some of them stopping at Yuei's bed, most of them running to Kuroda's bed. As Yoshida started up the stairs, Yuei stretched his arm out, reaching for Yoshida. "Wait." Yoshida turned around.
"What is it, Yuei?"
"Don't leave. Not yet, please."
"Why?"
"You're the last friend I have awake. Please." Yuei put his hand down, and Yoshida walked back down.
"Make it quick, I have work to do." Yoshida put the breifcase down, and sighed, his face starting to turn slightly red.
"Thank you, Yoshida-Kun." Yuei stared at the ceiling, the nurses doing a quick check-up on him. Every now and again, Yoshida would say something, and Yuei would say very little, doing his damndest not to move for the nurses. It wasn't long before the nurses left, and Yoshida stood up to leave with them. "I've been having visions."
"What?"
"The artifact monsters. They're talking to me."
"And let me guess, so is Yubel, and all your other monsters?"
"No, just the Artifacts and Yubel."
"What reason would Duel Spirits have to talk to you?" Yoshida emphisized Yuei's part in all this, doubting highly that it was possible.
"Yo-you believe in Duel Spirits?"
"Of course not, but it's a possibility. Hell, what reason do I have to doubt you. You made a card out of thin air, of course you're going to have something special about you." Yoshida turned around, thinking to himself. "You called yourself the…" Yoshida stopped, he turned around to Yuei, pulling out his laptop from the breifcase.
"What is it Yoshida?"
"What did you call yourself during the duel with Jack, and Kuroda for that matter."
"It-" Yuei struggled, hanging his feet off the bed. "It's so fuzzy, I barely remember anything before I crashed."
"Before?"
"Yeah." Yuei slid himself forward, being careful not to fall off again.
"Yuei," Kuroda turned the screen, showing it's contents to Yuei. "You're the supreme king, aren't you?"
"Su-preme King?" Yuei stuttered along his words. "I-I don't know who that is."
"Yuei, the Supreme King was a Duelist that would do anything to win, going so far as to sacrifice himself to the cards. At least, that's how he's described."
"I'm not the supreme king, though. I'm not that kind of duelist."
"You don't say."
"Y-YOshida, what's going on?"
"You're becoming stronger than you ever imagined. And you're about to fight me."
"W-What?"
"I'm going to make sure you get to the semi-finals. Legitimately of course. You're going to defeat me, and then Matsuda, if you can. Prove to me that you're the Supreme King."
"Why do you even have information on him if he's so elusive?"
"Never underestimate my family." Yoshida walked off, Yuei sat on the bed, closing his eyes.
"Might as well try to sleep. You get some sleep too, Yubel.
"I don't sleep Yue-"
"Well try. It's the least you can do."
"YUEI! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Yoshida clenched his fist, pushing through the air in front of him. Yuei opened his eyes, and saw the fist in front of him. Yet, without moving, his body jolted out of the way. "WHY WON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?"
"I'm not Yu-"
"SHUT UP!" Yoshida threw another punch, Yuei's body quickly moving out of the way.
"I am Yubel, and only such."
"WHERE'S YUEI? TELL ME, NOW!" Yoshida's face was red, sweat falling down his face. He had to have been at this for at least half-an-hour by now.
"He's healin-"
"WHERE! TELL ME NOW!"
"I can't."
"YOU WILL!" Yoshida threw another punch, as Yuei's arm caught the punch.
"I am Yubel. Yuei is inside me at this moment. I have taken over his body so that he may heal faster. I am to take his place in the tournament, at least for a short time." Yubel spoke, her voice shallow, but with a forced high-pitch. Yoshida start to shake, his body starting to stiffen.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
"You wish to fight Yuei, right?"
"Of course."
"Then let me fight in his place."
"I can't"
"Why not, Yoshida-Kun?"
"B-Because of regulations."
"You let him negate a card with Mystical Space Typhoon, and his opponent with Dust Tornado. What regulations are there when you blatantly ignore the rules for his benefit?" Yubel stared at Yoshida's face, her grip on Yoshida's fist tightening.
"Fine, I will, but only until the Semi-finals. If he hasn't healed by then, you'll be disqualified."
"Deal." Yubel let go of Yoshida's hand, Yoshida grabbing his suitcase.
"Just take care of him. I refuse to let him ignore responsibility." Yoshida walked off, Yubel stared at the nurses, the nurses ran behind Yoshida.
Yubel, what happened?
"Did you not hear? I took over your body for a short time. This way you can heal, and not die."
So I took your place?
"Pretty much." Yuei stared down, looking at his hands, yet he looked out of his eyes, he couldn't see anything, only blackness surrounded him. Yet, everything that Yubel saw, he felt.
When will I be able to float like you did?
"When you heal." Yubel laid down, staring at the ceiling. "Is this what it's like to feel tired?"
Yeah, it is Yubel.
"It's been over twelve-thousand years."
Yet you're here, getting a chance once again.
"Day two of the tournament, and we're ready to move on into the Quarter Finals. We went through the night finishing the starters, but now we're gonna start with Kobayashi Rira, and Uchida Futaba. It's a battle of two Superstars, the women of the hour, welcome them onto the field!" Yubel sat in the bleachers, staying away from everyone , she still had herself surrounded by people. As she stared at the Duel, people would pass by, blocking her view, or trying to talk to her when she just wanted quiet.
"Dammit, people. I just wanna study my opponent's decks!"
Yubel, don't worry about it. Just enjoy the Duel.
"I CAN'T ENJOY WHAT I CAN'T SEE!" Yubel stood up, like she was about to take off with her wings. Quickly remembering she was in Yuei's body, she walked off to the right, getting off the bleachers. People stared at her, thinking that Yuei must be going even more insane.
Yubel, stand here. You should be able to see the rest of the du-
"AND WITH THAT LAST STRIKE, THE DUEL IS OVER FOLKS! KOBAYASHI WINS WITHOUT TAKING A SINGLE POINT OF DAMAGE!" The announcer screamed at the top of his lungs. Yubel looked to the side, staring at the Blue-ish spirit standing next to her.
Sorry, Yubel.
"It's fine, at least I can watch the other duels." Yubel turned around, and started to walk behind the bleachers. Her face started to turn red.
Yubel? Where are you going? Yuei put his hand on her shoulder, but it phased through. Huh? Yubel ignored Yuei, and kept walking, her head was hung downwards, as she started to bump into people. YUBEL! LISTEN TO ME!
"Huh? Oh, sorry Yuei. Just, uh…"
What is it?
"Where's the bathroom?" Yubel started to shake, before she started to swing her head every which way.
It's that way, and remember to go in the men's room. Yuei pointed to the west, a small building right next to a booth selling food.
"Maybe wait here for me?"
I'm attached to your body. Anywhere you go I have to.
"Don't watch?"
I don't want to watch.
"Good enough for me." Yubel took off running, pushing through the men's room door.
A few minutes later, Yubel opened up the door, walking outside. "I missed the duel, didn't I?"
You sure did. Yuei looked at the board in the stadium, showing the duel. The brackets were being shown, and the next two duelists showed up on the board. Definitely missed.
"If I remember righ-"
Matsuda is up next. Yuei kept grabbing at Yubel, but he kept phasing through her. And why can't I grab onto you like you could me?
"I'll explain later, now come on." Yubel ran back up to the bleachers, grabbing onto the siding. She stared as Matsuda put his deck in his duel disk, and as it shuffled. He pulled the first five cards, and showed his hand to the judge.
"Matsuda is the winner of this duel, due to drawing the five exodia cards." The judge announced, as Matsuda walked off the field.
Everytime we get a chance to see his deck,
"He just pulls exodia."
How are we gonna beat him?
"We can't."
You mean-
"Exactly." Yubel walked behind the bleachers, going to the entrance for the contestants. Matsuda was standing there, waiting for someone. He turned his head, spotting Yuei walk near him.
"Oh, it's the kid who nearly died. How're up and about?"
"I'm no ki-"
Yubel, he thinks you're me. With my body, how couldn't he? Just say what I tell you. Yubel nodded her head at Yuei's request. Yuei whispered in Yubel's ear.
"Well, y-you know Kaiba Corp. boasts the best in all things medical."
"I can see that. After all, you're back up and walking after a day. You got artificial limbs, or just supports?"
"Neither, Matsuda." Yubel lifted the bottom of her pants, revealing nothing unusual, before quickly sliding them down.
"Well, must be better than I assumed."
"Why is your deck built like that?" Yubel stared at Matsuda, waiting for a response. Instead, Matsuda bursted out laughing.
"I didn't know you were one for deck building. The better question should be why I draw exodia before the first turn ever starts." Matsuda grabbed his gut, falling to the floor laughing.
"I'm done joking around Matsuda." Yubel grabbed Matsuda's shirt, pulling him up to the air."
Yubel, what are you-
"WHY IS YOUR DECK BUILT LIKE THIS?" Yubel's voice started to get deeper, a third eye on her head starting to open up.
YUBEL! CALM DOWN!
"Why should I tell you a thing? I could have you killed in an instant."
"THEN HOW ABOUT I SHOW YOU WHO'S IN CHARGE!" Yubel's arm lifted up, clenching into a fist. She threw a punch as hard as she could, stopping right in front of Matsuda's face.
Yu-bel! Yuei had grabbed hold of Yubel's arm, using any strength to make his spirit physical. Yubel dropped Matsuda.
"What're you doing?" Matsuda yelled at Yubel, who had turned around, and started to walk off.
"I've no time for scum like you." Yubel tuned out everything Matsuda had started to yell at her.
Yubel, that was stupid. What was going through your mind? In fact, how did I even grab onto you? I haven't been this whole time. Yuei swiped his hand through Yubel's face, as she kept walking without flinching. I still can't. What happened?
"We're winning." Yubel stared forward, ignoring everything around her, when her stomach started to growl. She turned around, and readied her fists.
That was your stomach, idiot.
"What?"
Let me guess, it's been over twelve-thousand years?
"Precisely. Now, where can I get food?"
Let's see, no money, no ingredients, we'd have to run home to get anything.
"And endure the wait for your mother to cook us something? I'd rather not wait. Any other ideas?"
None.
"Well, let's get walking."
"THE NEXT DUEL IS BETWEEN MITSUI YUEI AND ANOTHER INTERNATIONAL DUELIST, CLYDE BAKER!"
"Dammit, Yuei. What are we gonna do?"
Fight. We're not backing down just for some food.
"Then we'll give it our all." Yubel's stomach growled again. "I don't think I can Yuei."
Too bad, get out there! Yuei pointed to the field, as Yubel walked slowly to the entrance.
"I have no choice," Yubel slid her Duel Disk on, and slid Yuei's deck in. "Here goes Nothing!"
To Be Continued