I recently got a new job and I am back to work. In other words, updates may be a tad slower. Between having a job again and trying to get Christmas shopping done, I haven't had much time to write. But I got this chapter done! I call that a win!
School was buzzing about the previous night's episode of Game de Get Show.
"Did you see the prize from last night's game show?" Jounouchi excitedly asked his friends.
"That champion sure is amazing," said Yuugi.
"If he keeps winning, his prize will just keep getting bigger," said Anzu.
Jounouchi made a noise of agreement. "The first week is 10,000 yen. The second week is 20,000 yen. If he wins the tenth week, that'll be 100,000 yen!"
"That's amazing!" squealed Miho. "I wonder how much that champion's won!"
Honda placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's no good, Miho-chan. You mustn't dirty yourself by falling for this guy. Because it's best for humans to live steadily, bit by bit. Getting money so quickly, he'll be driven out of society. And finally, all that's left is to end your life at the guillotine."
Mahou glared at Honda. I can make a few thousand just by one painting.
Jounouchi spun Honda around and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "What are you babbling about? It's 100,000! 100,000! With that I can pay back the debt from my idiot father's liquor and gambling." He let go of Honda. "With money I can run way! Goodbye to my pathetic life!"
The others stared at him.
"Jounouchi-kun," said Yuugi.
"Ah, your life is really like that?" asked Anzu.
Jounouchi cringed and covered his mouth. "D-damn it. I didn't mean to say that."
"That's right," Honda remembered. "You've paid for your school and living expenses since elementary school, haven't you?"
"Y-yeah! I'm not like you, leeching from your parents at the leg!" snapped Jounouchi. "I'm the one who truly lives it steadily bit by bit!"
Honda sounded like he was going to retort, but the door opened and the teacher came in with another student.
"Order."
They quickly got to their seats.
"Respect."
The students bowed and sat.
"Good morning. Today I will introduce a new friend to you all."
"A transfer student?" people whispered.
The teacher wrote the name on the board. "He's Fuwa Ryuchi-kun."
"Pleased 'ta mee'cha."
"It's him!" Jounouchi whispered. "The Game de Get Show champion!"
Fuwa wasn't wearing the Domino uniform, but a similar version in light green with a dark pink shirt underneath.
"You're right," Yuugi agreed.
The class was in whispers.
"Yup, that's right," said Fuwa. "Just to get it out of the way, I don't give out signatures. And to the ladies, I know I'm handsome, but . . . Please don't think you can be my girlfriend. I have no interest in kids."
Miho smiled and put her hands on her cheeks. "Ryuchi-kun is so cool!"
Honda heard her and turned. Wh-what's with this guy? he thought angrily.
The teacher continued, "So, Fuwa-kun's desk will be . . ."
"There!" Fuwa tossed his bag at an empty desk and it landed perfectly upright. The desk happened to be on Yuugi's right.
"Hey. I will decide your seat," the teacher told him.
Fuwa shrugged the teacher's hand off his shoulder. "Sensei. It's game time."
Mahou stiffened.
"Wh-what?"
Mahou glanced at Yuugi. His full attention was on Fuwa.
Fuwa held up a coin. "The rule is simple. I will flip a coin while you decide heads or tails. If you win, Sensei, I will sit where you want. And ya can have this coin, Sensei." He flipped the coin in the air and caught it. "Now."
"Heads!" said the teacher.
Fuwa moved his hand. "Tails. Too bad! I win." He walked over and sat next to Yuugi.
Yuugi decided to introduce himself. "Nice you meet you. I'm Mutou Yuugi."
Fuwa looked at him with an arrogant smirk. "Let's get along."
From her seat on the other side, Mahou looked like she was going over material when she was really in a panic.
"It's game time." "The rule is simple." It's a mockery coming from him! It's almost like he knows about Yami. But he can't . . . Unless . . . She looked over at Fuwa who wasn't paying much attention to the lesson.
The bell rang to signal break and the students rushed to gather around Fuwa.
"Hey. Since you appear on TV, does that mean you can meet actors?" Miho asked.
"Yeah," replied Fuwa. "They're all stupid. I have no interest in them."
"But you really are amazing!" said a male student.
Mahou sat with Yuugi, having turned a chair around so she could face him comfortably. They were both listening to Fuwa.
"In one week you can get 100,000 yen!" Yuugi added.
"How much have you received so far?" asked Miho.
"How am I supposed to know?" asked Fuwa arrogantly. "I spend the money immediately."
"How wonderful. Way too cool," Miho commented.
From his desk, Honda was lamenting. "Miho-chan . . . What's she see in that stinky guy?"
Jounouchi and Anzu stood with him.
"You certainly want to hit him from behind," said Anzu.
Honda elbowed Jounouchi in his side. "Hey. Say something, Jounouchi!"
Jounouchi said nothing and only glared at Fuwa's back.
"Hey, actually, I want to appear on that show. I apply every day," said a male student. "Please tell me! How do you keep winning like that?"
Fuwa scoffed. "Do ya know why lions are strong? It's because lions are born lions. It's the same way. There's no method for winning the game. Those that are strong are just born strong. That's all."
Mahou narrowed her eyes at the comment.
Another male student ran in. "Hey! Big trouble! In the next class, we have a test with no warning!"
The class erupted into cries of disbelief.
"What's wrong with her? Again?"
The students ran back to their desks and started cramming for the test.
Mahou sat down and took out her textbook. Chouno-sensei . . . with the rules loosened and the faculty watching her closely, she can't punish us unreasonably, but she can still make us miserable by testing us until she can fail us.
Back at his desk, Yuugi sighed. "Man . . . Even if I study now, I won't make it." He simply put the book on his desk.
Fuwa reached over and opened it to a specific page. "Here. If ya study just this, you'll do well."
"Huh?" Yuugi looked at the pages in front of him.
Chouno-sensei came in and started the class. Her hair was now done up in a bun instead of having it down like she used to.
"Have the test forms been passed out to everyone?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then begin."
Yuugi let out a small gasp as he looked at his test. It's true! It's just as Fuwa-kun said. He hit the mountain. No . . . not the mountain. He reached space! The moon! This person is really amazing.
From his seat, Fuwa huffed. He got up with his paper and gave it to Chouno-sensei.
"Hmm?"
He walked away.
Chouno-sensei picked up the test. "Hey, you! What's this? It's blank!"
"Yeah. I'm fine with a zero," Fuwa said easily. "My life doesn't exist for a petty test like this."
"H-how cheeky!" cried Chouno-sensei angrily.
"Well, ya wouldn't understand, would ya, Sensei?" Fuwa provoked. "The chosen ones have a special life. That's it." He walked for the door.
"S-stop!" ordered Chouno-sensei.
Fuwa paused at the door. "I forgot to mention it. Yer makeup is off, Sensei." He shut the door behind him.
This sent Chouno-sensei searching frantically for her compact.
Mahou was quick to cover her smirk with her hand.
After school the friends walked with Fuwa. Miho reached out and touched his hand. Fuwa glanced back at Miho's smiling face.
"Hey. Miho is a Virgo, AB blood type. How about you, Fuwa-kun?" she asked him, trying to flirt. "I think we're highly compatible."
From behind them, Honda glared. Fuwa, that bastard. How can he seduce Miho? He looked over at Jounouchi's set expression. Jounouchi, that guy. He's been scowling at him since we were in school. He's going to lose it soon. What a reliable guy.
Fuwa drifted away from Miho. Miho tried to take his hand again, but he whipped around to face her.
"Do ya want to eat anything? I'll treat," Fuwa offered. He motioned to the restaurant behind him.
"The food in this restaurant looks good!" exclaimed Miho.
"Umm . . . this place looks expensive," Yuugi pointed out. "Will it really be okay?"
"Seems ya don't know a thing 'bout me," said Fuwa. "C'mon."
They walked in only for someone to ring a gong and confetti rained down on Fuwa.
The host came up to them. "Congratulations! You are the 10,000th customer since the opening of this restaurant. All the food and drink today will be free!"
Fuwa looked over his shoulder at them. "Dat's how it is."
"Wow!" squealed Miho.
They sat down at a large table.
"Go ahead," said Fuwa. "Don't hold back. Eat up! 'Cause more food is coming!"
"Itadakimasu."
They started eating.
Honda raised his food to his mouth, but noticed Jounouchi staring at Fuwa. Yeah, Jounouchi! Just punch out this arrogant bastard! Huh?
Mahou stood up and walked around the table to Fuwa. "This is for you." She handed him an envelope. "You don't have to open it now."
Fuwa looked at the envelope and wrinkled his nose at it. He took it from Mahou and she went back to her seat to eat her food.
Honda stared in shock. Mahou-chan, too? Th-this can't be happening! First Miho-chan, now Mahou-chan? Why are they falling for this guy?
After the meal, they wandered around to where there was a drawing for a trip.
"Hey! Let's do that!" cried Miho. "We just now got tickets, after all." She held up the tickets to participate.
"We get three chances, right?" asked Anzu.
Fuwa turned to Yuugi. "All right. Wanna duel me?"
"Huh?"
"The rule is simple," said Fuwa. "The one who wins the A prize wins. The loser will do whatever the winner tells him."
Mahou narrowed her eyes.
"Well?"
Yuugi gave a nod. "O-okay."
Yuugi went first. He turned the crank for the little ball to fall out.
"Get the prize, Yuugi," encouraged Anzu.
A white ball fell out.
"Oh, compensation prize. One tissue."
Yuugi took the prize sadly.
Fuwa pushed him aside. "All right. I'm next." He turned the crank and a little gold ball fell out.
"There it is!"
The crowd cheered.
"Congratulations! The special prize is a trip to Italy!"
"That's amazing!" cried Miho.
The rest of the friends were in shock.
Fuwa held up the prize tickets. "Looks like I win, Yuugi-kun."
Yuugi laughed. "I lost. I guess I really can't beat you, Fuwa-kun."
"I can't believe there's a person like you, Fuwa-kun!" gushed Miho.
"Tch! No! I can't hold it anymore!" Jounouchi angrily muttered.
Honda watched smugly. All right, go, Jounouchi!
Jounouchi ran in front of Fuwa. "Fuwa!"
This got everyone's attention. Fuwa himself was looking at Jounouchi with his arrogant smirk.
"Fuwa!" Jounouchi said again.
Honda continued to smile. Knock him out the way you usually do!
Instead, Jounouchi fell to his knees and hands. "Please! Please take me as your student!" he begged.
The girls gasped.
"Hey . . ." Honda started, jaw dropped.
Jounouchi sat up slightly. "I also . . . I also want luck like you! Please!"
Honda stared. This guy . . . He smacked his hand against his head. He wasn't scowling! He was admiring him!
Fuwa laughed loudly. "Are ya dumb?" he asked him. He turned to Yuugi. "Yuugi. I look forward to ya keeping your promise."
"Promise?" repeated Yuugi. "You mean to do what you say, Fuwa-kun?"
"Yep. Later." Fuwa turned down an alley and walked way without another word.
Jounouchi clicked his tongue angrily and got to his feet. "I'll see you guys later!" He followed Fuwa.
"Hey, Jounouchi!" Anzu called after.
But Jounouchi ignored her.
Jounouchi followed Fuwa, hiding around corners and lampposts. "I'm not giving up!" he told himself. "I will get big luck and repay my dad's debt!"
Jounouchi wasn't the only one who was following Fuwa. A trio of elementary boys had noticed Fuwa walking by.
"It's the guy from Game de Get Show!"
"That's amazing. I'm getting his signature!"
The three ran after Fuwa to catch up.
Fuwa crossed an intersection to the other side. The trio of boys didn't look before they crossed in their excitement and ran into traffic.
Jounouchi gasped. "Watch out!"
The boys tumbled to the other side of the intersection, all crying.
Fuwa took notice of the crying and turned around. He held out his hand to one of the boys before snatching it back. "Oh. I better not. If I touch unlucky guys I might get unlucky, too." He walked away from the crying children.
Jounouchi dashed across the street to the boys. "Hey! Are you okay? It's okay. It's okay." He looked over his shoulder at Fuwa simply walking away. "That punk."
A dark town car pulled up to Fuwa. The window rolled down in the back.
"I have come for you, Fuwa-sama," said the man in the back. "Kaiba-sama summons you."
Fuwa got into the car.
"Welcome, my second Shitennou, Fuwa Ryuichi."
Fuwa casually leaned against Kaiba's desk. They were in Kaiba's grandiose office in the Kaiba Corporation building.
"Heh. I was feelin' like talkin' to you, too," said Fuwa. "Following your orders, I transferred to Domino High School. But what's the big deal with Mutou Yuugi? Why do I have to fight that guy?"
"Mutou Yuugi . . . he has another face," Kaiba responded. "You still do not know his true form."
"As you know, I possess a rare amount of luck," said Fuwa. "Do ya understand what that means?"
Fuwa pushed himself off the desk and walked over to the revolver secured under plexiglass in the wall. He casually punched in the code on the keypad and it opened on the first try.
Kaiba stared. He opened that lock so easily!
Fuwa took the gun out and loaded five bullets. "Five bullets in six slots." He gave it a spin and held the gun to his head. "I bet if this model gun hits, it would hurt." He pulled the trigger and the gun only clicked. Fuwa grinned.
Kaiba quietly let out a breath of amazement.
Fuwa threw the gun down on the desk. "I'm bored with being with ya. I want a life or death duel."
"With Yuugi you can have that," Kaiba assured. "Draw forth his other face! And if you wish for it, you can duel him in an organization location. What do you think? Doesn't sound boring to me."
Fuwa crossed his arms and leaned against the desk. "Organization location? Game de Get Show?"
"That show's sponsor is a part of our system. I can make it happen," said Kaiba.
"Hmm. I see," replied Fuwa. "Lookin' forward to it."
He stood up straight and put his hands in his pockets only to feel something in one of them. He pulled out an envelope. "Huh, forgot about this."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed slightly. "What is that?"
"Probably a love confession from another of Yuugi's friends," Fuwa sneered. "The one girl wouldn't stop trying to touch me. Like I'm interested in her."
He flicked his wrist and sent the envelope into the wastebasket behind Kaiba's desk. He then walked out of Kaiba's office.
Kaiba glanced down at the envelope. A love confession from one of Yuugi's friends?
He noticed Fuwa's name was written in precise calligraphy and that he hadn't bothered to open it. Kaiba stared at it for a long moment before picking it up. He got out a letter opener and slashed the envelope open. Inside was a simple piece of paper, like it had been the only thing to use in haste, but the message was done in the same neat writing as the envelope.
'Fuwa Ryuichi,
Thank you for helping Yuugi with the surprise test. Chouno-sensei has been insufferable as of late due to accusations of abuse of authority. Constant surprise tests seems to be her petty act of revenge. It takes a level of boldness to talk back to her the way you did. It was entertaining.
With sincerity,
Mutou Mahou'
After reading it, Kaiba flipped the note down on his desk.
Jounouchi glared down at the coffee in front of him like it had offended him in some way. "That guy . . . No matter how lucky he is, he's pathetic as a human!"
Jounouchi and Honda were sitting on one side of a booth in the restaurant while Miho, Anzu, and Mahou sat closely on the other side.
Miho gave a curious hum. "Who?"
"I'm talking about Fuwa. Fuwa Ryuichi!" growled Jounouchi.
Honda's face lit up. "Oh! So you finally awaken, Jounouchi! I'm . . . I'm so happy!" He slung his arm over his shoulders.
"Really?" asked Miho. "He seems nice. Right, Anzu?"
"More than I thought," Anzu agreed. "And the little bit of abalone from yesterday's Chinese was good."
Jounouchi slammed his hands on the table and jumped up. "Don't turn traitor for food!" he yelled.
The girls startled.
Jounouchi sat back down and crossed his arms.
"Yuugi sure is late," Honda said, trying to diffuse the situation. "What's he doing? He's usually early."
"Yuugi isn't coming today," said Anzu. "He said he agreed to have the game with Fuwa-kun."
"Wh-what?" Jounouchi jumped up from the table. "Where is he, Anzu?"
Mahou paled. "The game . . . Yuugi said something about pool. I know where they are!" She jumped up and started running for the door.
The others followed after her.
They ran to the pool hall. Mahou asked the employee if he had seen Yuugi or Fuwa. Meanwhile, Jounouchi blew by everyone started checking every private room. The others chased after him.
Jounouchi burst through a door. "Yuugi!"
Several pool balls flew across the room and hit Yuugi. Yuugi sagged to the floor, bruises covering his face. Honda and Jounouchi ran to him.
"Yuugi! Are you okay?" Jounouchi asked. He turned to Fuwa. "Fuwa! How dare you do that to Yuugi!"
Fuwa just stood there smugly.
Jounouchi jumped up on the pool table. "Now you're dealing with me!" His foot fell through the table and he fell forward. "That guy!" he swore.
Fuwa stepped out of the way.
Honda grabbed a broom. "I'll show you the power of a beautification member!" He swung, but hit the hanging light above and knocked it from the ceiling. It fell down on his back.
"Heh! Fools," said Fuwa. "Still don't get it? I'm protected with my powerful luck. Guys like ya can't even touch me."
"Hey!" Anzu yelled. "What are you thinking?"
Miho joined in. "How mean! I thought you were a nicer guy than this, Fuwa-kun!"
"Heh! What are ya commoners prattling 'bout? Just be glad I let ya hang out with me," said Fuwa. "Gotta know yer place." He laughed.
"Enough." Mahou glared at Fuwa while supporting Yuugi. "You've made your point, Fuwa."
Fuwa smirked at her and walked out of the room.
Mahou let out of a heavy sigh of relief and sagged. She turned her attention to Yuugi. "Yuugi . . ."
Yuugi moaned. "I'm okay . . ."
Jounouchi picked himself off the floor.
"Honda-kun!" cried Miho.
Jounouchi, Anzu, and Miho lifted the light off Honda's back.
Honda groaned and got to his knees. "Miho-chan . . . Don't worry . . . I'm fine . . ." he assured her.
"Come on. Let's go," Anzu said, the girls helping him to his feet.
Back at the game shop they all gathered in Yuugi's room. Anzu and Miho were cleaning Yuugi's bruises and abrasions while he squirmed and winced.
"Put up with it," Anzu said.
"Yuugi-kun, you're a big boy, right?" Miho asked.
Yuugi hissed painfully. "Yeah, but . . ."
Mahou came in with a jar in her hand. "It doesn't make it hurt any less. Let me see." She gently began applying some of her ointment to Yuugi's bruises.
Jounouchi covered his nose. "Man, that stuff smells like girls' perfume!"
"It works though . . ." Yuugi defended weakly.
Honda, who was sitting at Yuugi's desk, noticed an envelope. He picked it up. "Yuugi. It's a letter from the TV station."
"Grandpa must have left it for me," said Yuugi. "Can you read it?"
Honda opened it up and gasped. "Oh! This . . . ! This is a request for you to appear on Game de Get Show!"
Jounouchi jumped up and looked over his shoulder. "Really?"
"Why me?" asked Yuugi.
"It says they want you to challenge Fuwa," Honda told him.
Jounouchi shoved Honda aside. "Yuugi! Can you let me do that? Please!" he begged.
They stared at him.
Jounouchi clenched a fist. "Fuwa, that bastard. I won't be satisfied 'til I waste him with my own hands! And if I get the prize, it's two birds with one stone! I can repay my dad's loans!"
There was loud applause from the audience.
"Big money! Game de Get Show!" the host announced loudly as the lights lit the set. "Once again this week, it's time to dream about getting big money! Today's challenger is Mutou Yuugi-kun from Domino High. He's fifteen years old."
Jounouchi sat in the contestant's seat.
"Seems his dream is to win the prize and repay his dad's debts," said the host.
Jounouchi glanced at the audience. This is kind of embarrassing. I'm not Yuugi.
In the audience, the others cheered him on.
"Go, Jounouchi!" Anzu cheered.
"Don't lose to Fuwa!" Honda called.
The host turned to the wall on the other side of the stage. "And the nine time winner. Our champ, as you know, it's him!"
Smoke came across the stage as a chair was raised up the wall.
"Loved by the goddess of luck! The miraculous man! Fuwa Ryuichi!"
Fuwa looked at Jounouchi. What is dis? Yuugi sent a replacement. He scoffed.
Jounouchi glared back.
Fuwa smirked. "Heh! Well, doesn't matter. The result's the same no matter who I face."
The host announced the game. "Now. Today's Electric Concentration."
A board marked with letters was lowered from the ceiling.
"The rules are simple! The one that gets the most cards from the concentration board wins. But there is one Joker. If you get that, all your cards go to your opponent. So the challenger goes first."
"A and K," said Jounouchi.
The two card tiles flipped over. No match.
"Too bad! Now the champion's turn."
"A and C," said Fuwa.
The tiles flipped to reveal a match.
"Well done. It was correct!"
Jounouchi jerked and grunted in pain as he was zapped with electricity.
The audience gasped.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Honda cried out.
"Oh. I forgot to mention it," said the host. "If your opponent obtains cards, you'll get a mild shock."
Jounouchi leaned over.
"Then champion, next please?"
"B and J." Fuwa grinned as the tiles flipped over to reveal another match.
"Correct."
Jounouchi got shocked again.
"E and G."
"Correct again!"
"D and K."
"Correct!"
"H and I!"
"Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!"
The others stared in worry as Jounouchi was repeatedly shocked each time the host declared Fuwa's correct pairs.
"The champion has gotten all the cards in one try!"
Fuwa laughed.
Jounouchi let himself fall on the table in front of him.
In the backstage lounge, Jounouchi sat on a folding chair with the others gathered around him.
"Are you okay, Jounouchi-kun?" Yuugi asked.
"I suppose," Jounouchi replied quietly.
"But Fuwa, that bastard, he's not human," said Honda.
The door opened and Fuwa walked in. "Right. I'm a god."
The others turned.
"Jounouchi," said Fuwa. "Yer workin' pretty hard fer yer dad's debts. I suppose ya want me ta cry for ya." His face twisted in repugnance. "How lazy! I'm disgusted!"
Jounouchi rose from the chair. "You bastard!" he growled, taking a step forward. He winced and sank to the floor. "Damn it . . ."
Yuugi and Mahou fell to their knees to help him.
"Jounouchi-kun." Yuugi steadied him. He looked at Fuwa. "That's so mean, Fuwa-kun!"
Fuwa turned his attention to Yuugi. "Mutou Yuugi? A pathetic guy that don't even live up ta da rumors."
Mahou flinched. Live up to the rumors? Is he . . . ?
Yuugi stood up. "You didn't have to do that!"
"I just want a game with Yuugi," said Fuwa.
Yuugi drew back in confusion. "But . . . that . . ."
"Ya sure are nice, Yuugi," said Fuwa. He shifted his weight and brought up his foot. He kicked Yuugi in the side of the head.
The others gasped, Jounouchi struggling to get to his feet.
Fuwa put his foot on Yuugi's head to hold him down and smirked. What other face? Maybe if I remove the skin from his face, I can see another face then.
The Millennium Puzzle started to glow.
"Stop it!"
Fuwa looked up. Mahou was a step away from him looking like she was conflicted on whether to attack Fuwa or shield Yuugi.
"Heh! What a waste of my time." Fuwa walked out of the room.
"Yuugi!" the others called out.
Mahou reached him first. "Are you okay?"
Yuugi didn't really answer her, just moaned. His eyes were opened and appeared glazed over.
"Can you sit up?" Mahou asked.
Yuugi slowly pushed himself up.
Honda gritted his teeth and clenched a fist. "That bastard . . . I'm gonna . . ."
"No," said Mahou, still looking at Yuugi's eyes. They had a crimson cast to them. "Let's just leave . . . Can you get Jounouchi home?"
"What about you and Yuugi?" asked Anzu.
"We'll be fine," said Mahou.
"She's right," Yuugi said distantly. "I just wanna go . . ."
Honda helped Jounouchi to his feet and let him lean on him. "You can stay with me tonight."
Jounouchi looked at him. "Honda . . ."
"Miho will walk home with you, too."
Anzu looked at Yuugi and Mahou. "You sure you two will be all right?"
Mahou nodded. "We'll be fine. See you tomorrow."
Honda helped Jounouchi out the door and Anzu and Miho followed them, Anzu glancing back at Mahou with uncertainty.
Mahou let out a sigh and the Puzzle lit up brightly.
"Mahou-san." Yami got to his feet.
"Be careful," Mahou told him, getting up herself. "I think he's one of Kaiba's Shitennou."
"Shitennou?" Yami repeated.
"Like Baron Sheldan," Mahou clarified. "Kaiba did say he was one of them. It wouldn't surprise me if Fuwa was another one."
Yami looked at the door.
Fuwa walked across the darkened studio.
"Fuwa."
He stopped and turned around.
Yami stood behind him, arms crossed and jacket around his shoulders. "It's game time."
Fuwa smirked. What's with him? He's totally different from before. Is this the other face that Kaiba mentioned?
"Heh! I've been waitin' for this."
They took their seats on the stage and the lights came on. In the shadows by the cameras, Mahou watched.
"The game is the same as before: Electric Concentration," said Yami.
"Interesting," commented Fuwa.
"However, the shock is more powerful than before," Yami informed him. "And . . . we will take turns even if one of us obtains cards."
"Fine. If I do the same as before, I'll win in no time," Fuwa said flippantly. "Here I go. C and H."
The tiles flipped over showing the correct answer. Yami received a shock.
"I and F," Yami said.
The tiles flipped over briefly to show different cards before flipping back over.
"A and E," said Fuwa.
Another match and another shock for Yami.
"I and . . . F," said Yami.
Mahou frowned at the answer.
Fuwa was also confused. "The same as before? What are ya doing?"
Yami stayed silent.
"Giving up?" asked Fuwa. "B and K."
Yami winced before calling his next cards. "I and . . . F."
Mahou was confused. What are you doing, Yami?
Fuwa was just as confused. "The same again? Did ya fry ya brains?"
The lights went out. Mahou jumped and covered her mouth with her hands.
"All that electricity caused the breaker to blow," complained Fuwa.
A moment later the power came back on.
"The backup electricity has activated," said Yami. "Now, continue the game."
"Heh. Ya still want to do it?" asked Fuwa. "Well, fine. Only five cards left. G and . . ."
The tile flipped over to reveal a five.
"Great! Five. The card you kept pulling!" said Fuwa. "In other words, the other five card is F."
The F tile flipped over to reveal something Fuwa didn't expect.
"What? Joker?" Fuwa gasped, jumping up in surprise.
Mahou gasped.
Fuwa sat back down. "I see. When the electricity was cut . . . the cards automatically switched around. This was what ya were after!"
Yami smirked. "Looks like you're not the only lucky one. Now that you've picked Joker, all your cards are mine."
Fuwa's seat was lowered while Yami's began levitating.
"And . . . you get all the electricity in one shock," Yami added.
The electroshock hit Fuwa and he let out a strangled yell. His seat hit the floor and he fell out of it. From his place above Fuwa, Yami continued to smirk.
The next week, the friends were all gathered at the game shop to watch the new episode of Game de Get Show.
"Big money! Game de Get Show!" the host announced. "TV viewers, this week . . . "
"Damn . . . Fuwa, that bastard," growled Jounouchi. "Today will be his tenth win."
"Now finally the champion. The game is the same electric roulette. The challengers have gotten two! It should be a piece of cake for the champ!"
Fuwa was smirking in his raised seat. He pressed the button to make the roulette wheel stop. The light slowed down on the numbers, looking like it would stop on the highest number – 36. But then it went one space more.
"Oh! What? It's one!" the host cried.
Fuwa was in shock. "It can't be!"
The chair began to lower.
"Unbelievable! The miraculous champion has lost!"
The chair came to the bottom before breaking apart and Fuwa falling on the floor.
Jounouchi jumped up. "What? The chair broke!"
"Fuwa-kun's lost his luck it seems," said Yuugi.
The camera zoomed in on Fuwa's embarrassing position on the floor for the world to see. The friends couldn't help but feel some sort of satisfaction at his defeat.
Fuwa messed with the wrong person. And you know what really sucks for him? He blew all his money as soon has he got it, so he has nothing. The False Prophet episode is next and is one of my favorite episodes and chapters. Looking forward to writing it with Mahou.