I would have sent this chapter out earlier, but my computer had to undergo surgery *sniff*. It turned out all right, thank goodness, but that was just a check-up, so I'm going to have to take it back later for the actual replacing of the part. Wish me luck!
Thanks to Chaos Twin of Destruction for providing her character Eden to do the disclaimer! Congrats on winning the challenge!
Disclaimer:
Eden: No.
RN: Come on, please, I've already got two warnings from the FFPD after what I tried to do with the last disclaimer...
Eden: I said no.
RN: Don't make me force write you...
Eden: What are you, my creator?
RN: As it happens, no, but your creator did give me permission to-
Eden: Permission to what? Say some excuse so that you can feel better about writing a story that's not actually yours about two morons that copy my image in a plot that you'd like to think was original but was probably done multiple times over already?
RN: Well, this story that you're in is actually mine...And technically, Yugi and the Pharaoh did come first-
Eden: Doesn't matter. They still copied me.
RN: And, you don't know my story's not original! You haven't even looked at it!
Eden: I see what my creator sees.
RN: And what does your creator see?
Eden: What the people see.
RN: And what do the people see?
Eden: What do you think people see? 'Oh, fantastic, another fic about the Orichalcos returning and ruining Yugi's life with the Pharaoh, who somehow magically got his own body so that he can live with Yugi as his bi-'
RN: Still K rated...
Eden: Your version of K rated is like Yami Bakura's idea of babysitting. And I really don't think chainsaws count as white noise.
RN: SO ANYWAYS...do I own Yu-Gi-Oh! or not?
Eden: Of course you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Who here ever does own Yu-Gi-Oh!? Moreover, what kind of brainless idiot would let you ever own Yu-Gi-Oh!? The day you own Yu-Gi-Oh! is the day the people who actually know what they're doing get up and leave America, because any government that would let that come to pass is clearly not able to take care of its own country. Kazuki Takahashi would commit seppuku out of shame that the rights of his work had been sold to an author that doesn't even know a GameCube from a PS2. And I don't think fanfiction authors are supposed to...*continues, indistinct*
RN: Right, this has gone on long enough. We've got what we wanted, so let's just close curtain and roll the picture here, come on people, quick as you can...
Chapter 17: A First Time for Everything, Part Two
The phone rang in Seto Kaiba's office.
The phone rang often in his office. Usually it was his office phone, signaling an incoming call from a shareholder or investor. Kaiba would normally wait precisely one ring and half a second before picking up the receiver, to show that he was neither rude nor overly eager to answer.
This call, however, was to his cellphone. Those he answered immediately, for they were almost always from his subordinates downstairs. This time was no different, as the voice that answered his blunt "What?" was none other than the Observational Manager, designated part-time as his informant. The Manager was cool, quick, and respectful. "Mr. Kaiba, sir. There's something I think you should come see."
"What is it?"
"It would appear to be Mr. Yugi Muto in a Duel, sir. Only…I don't believe it is actually Yugi Muto."
"What are you talking about?" Kaiba snapped, growing irritated at the manager's vagueness.
"It would be better if you came to see for yourself, sir."
Kaiba let out a measured breath. "Fine," he answered, and promptly hung up. He closed down his laptop, stowed it in his briefcase, and stalked towards the door, snatching up his coat on the way out.
The Center for Game Registration and Monitorship was the main department for keeping track of all purchased and registered game merchandise bearing the KaibaCorp logo. During Battle City, their main job was to keep tabs on every single Duel Disk purchased and used, record wins and losses, and track the Duelists' whereabouts. Battle City was over, but monitoring of the Duel Disks was not. Every Duel Disk purchased, along with the information of the Duelist who bought it, was logged and kept in KaibaCorp's enormous hard drive. The data most closely perused and most highly classified was, not surprisingly, Yugi's.
The manager rose to greet Kaiba as he entered, then walked with him when the CEO passed. Kaiba came to a stop just short of entering the center surveillance room, remaining at a distance where he could easily see all TV screens.
"On visual," the manager barked. Immediately a video image of a Duel flashed upon the centermost screen. Kaiba paid no attention to the slump of a man on the right, instead focusing on his opponent.
A vein in Kaiba's forehead twitched. "I'd say that's Yugi Muto," he said tersely, his arms crossed.
"True, sir, it appears that way. However, what's odd is that he is using an unregistered, unpurchased Duel Disk. Furthermore, it would appear the Deck he is Dueling with is not his."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed as he squared his shoulders, now interested. "Have you double-checked?" he asked quietly.
"Triple, sir."
Kaiba tilted his head back ever so slightly. There is absolutely no reason for Yugi Muto to be using either of those. He walked forward until the spiky-haired Duelist's image was all he could see.
"Who, then, is this imposter?" he murmured aloud.
In the Pharaoh's experience, he had come across many people, mostly middle-aged and older adults, who viewed Dueling as something childish, a card game the young ones took far too seriously.
But if they were to ever actually Duel themselves, they would quickly find out Duel Monsters was not simply something to pass the time. It was a battle of wits, of will, and of character. True Duelists understood this all too well, and it was easy for them to fall into the wild rush brought on by a proper Duel.
Such was the fever that gripped the Pharaoh in this face-off. Every sense of his was alert, seeking out the weaknesses in his opponent's defenses while at the same time calculating the dozen different strategies for his own offense.
"Look, look there! It's Yugi Muto! He's Dueling!"
"Yugi Muto?! I wanna see!"
"No, that's not Yugi! That's his twin brother or something, I heard him talking earlier!"
"A twin brother? I never knew Yugi had a twin brother…"
"Wow, he's so tall! Must have gotten it from his dad or something…"
"He even has the same hair! Guess it really is natural…"
These voices clamored all around him, yet the Pharaoh hardly gave notice. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to Duel. The exhilaration, the excitement, the sheer clarity brought to his mind by his intense focus, it was all coming back to him in a sweetening rush. Falling back into the familiar motions felt like coming up for air; it sent his limbs into a relief from a tenseness he had never noticed before. This spelled bad news for the shop clerk. Normally, the Pharaoh would pace himself with third-rate Duelists like Kasumaru, simply because they weren't worth the energy. But the Pharaoh had many weeks' worth of being cooped up to let loose, and as a result he was being far more aggressive than usual.
The boy's Deck he had been lent was, in all honesty, a little weak in construction. There were far too many spell cards, barely any monsters, and no real theme to tie them together in support. But they had heart, the Pharaoh could tell, as he carefully handled the worn and sometimes taped-together cards in his hands. This alone gave him the strength he needed to turn the Deck into a powerful weapon.
To his credit, the clerk was not without courage. The Pharaoh had faced off against Duelists whose wills were so weak they would crack after the first three moves. The clerk, meanwhile, hardly seemed to waver despite some of the Pharaoh's more impressive moves. But in the end, as with all of the crooked opponents the Pharaoh had defeated, it was the clerk's flaw of greed that cost him the victory. Driven by the intent to steal as many life points as he could from the Pharaoh, he ultimately lost it all in one single move when the Pharaoh turned his own card against him.
The crowd erupted into cheers as the clerk fell to his knees, his face twisted in disbelief. The holograms faded, and the Pharaoh walked, triumphant, to his defeated foe.
"Our deal, Kasumaru-kun," he declared.
Kasumaru shook with rage, and his shoulders hunched. But instead of confessing, he suddenly turned and dashed into the crowd, clearly intending to make a swift getaway. However, the people were ready for him, and he got no more than a foot past the crowd line before two men grabbed him and threw him back into the ring. The clerk cried out as he landed painfully, and his arm flung out. The coin in his sleeve flew from inside the cloth and rolled along the pavement towards the Pharaoh, who snatched it up in one quick move.
The Pharaoh strode to tower over the fallen man, his nose wrinkled in contempt. It was only by the fact that there were hundreds of people watching that he didn't induce a Penalty Game right there and then.
"Everyone's seen you, Kasumaru," he said angrily, his voice loud enough to carry through the crowd. "There's no denying it anymore. Now answer! Did you steal this coin from miss Mariko?"
The crowd had quieted, and every eye was trained on the clerk. Kasumaru shakily clambered to his knees, and he gazed up at the Pharaoh, showing, for the first time, a trace of fear. "Y-yes," he stammered faintly.
"Why?" the Pharaoh demanded.
"I-I was trying to get more money out of her."
"How many other people have you cheated?"
"Lot…Lots of people."
"Why? Why would you do such a thing?"
"Because…Because people are idiots!" A half-crazed smile suddenly twitched its way onto the clerk's lips. His tongue passed nervously over his lips. "People are sheep! They're so dumb, they never even notice one little slip! It's so easy to make them think they miscounted, they just trust you and pay you again! It's so laughably simple, I've been doing it for months, and nobody even suspected a thing! It's just so easy, so incredibly easy…"
He began to laugh, a halting, high-pitched sound that was well partnered with the glazed-over look that came onto his eyes. Several people turned and began to walk away, disturbed, while others shouted several angry comments.
A police officer, who had somehow happened to be in the crowd, approached and took the clerk by the arm. "I've heard enough," he said, shaking his head disgustedly. "Thank you, young man, for making this a lot easier in the long run."
The Pharaoh didn't answer, already walking towards Mariko and her friend, who were still standing by the store entrance. Mariko seemed to gain a great deal more confidence once she saw Kasumaru being led away, and she looked up with a smile of awe and gratitude as the Pharaoh approached, while her friend squeezed her shoulder.
He presented the 500 yen piece. "Your coin, miss Mariko. I'm sorry for all the trouble."
"Oh, no trouble at all. I'm deeply grateful." Mariko replied, her voice still a little shaky from her earlier episode. She took the coin and placed it carefully in her purse, then frowned in disdain at the clerk. "It was wasted on that scum."
The Pharaoh smirked. He nodded to the game she had been purchasing, still sitting on the counter. "As per our deal, the game is yours," he said.
Mariko shook her head. "I'd feel disgusted to take anything of this store home with me. I'll just go to another."
Mariko's friend leaned forward. "Is it true you're Yugi Muto's twin brother?" she asked, a little tentatively.
"Yes, I—."
The Pharaoh was cut short at the cry of, "Yugi-saaaan!" and whirled around to see the boy in the green cap running towards him, his expression aglow with enthusiasm. The Pharaoh welcomed the boy with a smile and detached his Deck. He held it out to the boy as he approached.
"You have my thanks for this," the Pharaoh told him. "I would have been in a lot of trouble if it weren't for you."
"Really?" The boy practically shone with happiness. "That's so cool! You know, I saw you earlier walking down the street! I went to greet you then, but you disappeared somewhere. The others didn't believe me, but that's just cause they're jerks. When I saw you over here, I just knew I couldn't pass up the chance to see you Duel. Oh!" He gave a hasty, short bow. "I'm Kei! Nice to meet you, Yugi-san!"
The Pharaoh bowed as well, though he held up a hand. "Forgive me, but I'm actually not Yugi."
Kei paused, his smile dropping. "What are you talking about? Of course you are."
"No, I'm not, actually. My name is Isashi. I just moved here from Yokohama. I Duel like my brother, though."
The Pharaoh smiled, but this faded when he saw Kei's expression. Strangely enough, it was a look of extreme disappointment, almost to the point of betrayal, and to his surprise Kei began to back slowly away. Troubled, the Pharaoh reached out to him, calling his name, but as he did so Kei suddenly turned and ran, leaving behind his Deck still in the Pharaoh's outstretched hand.
An odd feeling of regret spread through the Pharaoh's chest, and he tried to go after the boy, but at that instant several people appeared in front of him, pressing forward eagerly and asking a flurry of questions.
"Are you really Yugi's brother?"
"Did you know him long?"
"How can you Duel so well if you're just his twin?"
"How come you just came to Domino city today?"
Trying to be as polite as possible, but also starting to get alarmed by the amount of attention being forced upon him, the Pharaoh tried to back away from them. "Please, let me pass. I need to…I'm sorry, please…"
Just when he thought he would be overwhelmed, a limousine pulled up along the sidewalk, and most of the crowd moved to the side to get out of the way. One glossy, tinted window rolled down, and a smooth, monotonous voice came from within. "Everyone, please go about your business. Yugi Muto, or whoever you might be, stay."
Immediately the group of people dispersed. The Pharaoh glanced back at Mariko and her friend, both of whom shot one last grateful look at him before waving good-bye and walking briskly away. The Pharaoh waved back, only for his attention to be called back to the car when the voice spoke again.
"Please enter the limousine." The door opened, revealing only darkness inside.
The Pharaoh hesitated, and looked beyond the vehicle. Kei was nowhere in sight. With nowhere else to put it, the Pharaoh placed Kei's Deck back in his Duel Disk and turned back to the speaker, or rather, the limo.
There was only one person in Domino City who would bring a limousine for him. The Pharaoh held back a sigh. And here Seto Kaiba had once accused him of being dramatic…Not moving forward, he said back, "I have a package I must deliver to my grandfather. Please allow me to retrieve it."
There was a moment of silence, after which the voice responded, "Very well. Please be quick."
The Pharaoh entered the store and quickly picked up the package, thankful to see all of its contents still present. He entered the vehicle in one, if rocky, motion, and the door was swiftly closed after him.
He was actually a little surprised to see the person sitting across from him, hence the exclamation, "Kaiba!"
Kaiba frowned, his gaze steely. "So. You know who I am," he said quietly.
The Pharaoh furrowed his brow. "Of course I do."
Only too late did the Pharaoh realize his mistake. He doesn't recognize me as Yugi, he suddenly understood. Leave it to Kaiba to figure out that the Pharaoh was indeed a completely separate person from Yugi, though in all honesty he was astonished with how rapidly Kaiba had deduced this. At the moment, the Pharaoh couldn't yet decide whether or not this was a good thing. Clearly Kaiba was not pleased with the fact that the Pharaoh existed, and was most likely suspicious of his identity. The Pharaoh wasn't sure how bad it could be to have Kaiba suspicious of him, but he suspected it was not a favorable position to be in. It would be unwise, therefore, to act as he normally did around his rival.
Ignorance, then, was his best card. Feigning unfamiliarity, the Pharaoh continued, "It's hard not to recognize the CEO of KaibaCorp on sight." After a second's thought, he quickly added, "Please forgive my earlier rudeness."
Kaiba made no move to accept his apology. In the same hard tone, he said, "I'm going to ask you only once, and I want your answer to be as quick and concise as possible. Know that if I don't like your answer, I could have all of your Dueling privilages revoked and your equipment confiscated, registered or otherwise."
With a start the Pharaoh remembered he was still wearing the Duel Disk. In that instant he understood how Kaiba's attention would have been drawn to him, and he cursed his forgetfulness. Of course the use of an unregistered Duel Disk would appear as an anomaly on Kaiba's records.
Kaiba continued, "Now tell me: Who are you, why do you look exactly like Yugi Muto, and why were you Dueling with an unregistered Duel Disk and a frankly poor excuse of a secondhand Deck?"
By the gods, Kaiba was as infuriatingly rude and blunt as ever. Yet the Pharaoh forced himself to bite down a reprimand; that was not how Isashi Takahashi, who was just now meeting Seto Kaiba for the first time, would react.
However, that was the problem; how would Isashi Takahashi react? He should have realized this earlier, but right then and there the Pharaoh knew he needed to construct something of a personality for his identity as Isashi. People like Kaiba were precisely the reason he could no longer act exactly as he normally would. The Pharaoh would have to be set aside, if not forgotten.
There's no time for that now, he told himself. Simple common courtesy would do, as it was practically a requirement of everyone in Japan. There was no need for anything more, and in all honesty, the last thing the Pharaoh needed was for Kaiba to get interested in his case.
He could act the stranger, at least. It was useful to learn that upon first meeting each other, Japanese usually kept strictly to almost ritualistic greetings and mannerisms in order to maintain a proper image. Kaiba didn't know who Isashi was, and for the moment likely saw him as nothing but a Yugi Muto imposter. He would be expecting the stranger to reveal his true self and his secrets, but otherwise would care less about him. Therefore, the only reason his interest in Isashi would increase would be if the Pharaoh did something worth noticing.
This would be difficult. A stranger would only see Kaiba as a person of extremely high rank and power, and thus be subject to answer as politely as he could. It grated on the Pharaoh's pride that he would have to act so humble, particularly to Seto Kaiba of all people. He wanted nothing more than to cross his arms and set his will against his rival's. But he was forced to admit it would do him absolutely no good to be defiant in any manner.
Swallowing the disgust that roiled in his stomach, the Pharaoh explained, as quickly and…politely…as he could, his identity as Isashi Takahashi and how he had ended up at that game shop where Kaiba found him. When he finished, Kaiba merely stared at him with the exact same stony gaze from the beginning. He didn't answer for full minute, perhaps intending to intimidate this so-called Isashi.
"Do you really expect me to believe Yugi Muto has a twin brother?" he scoffed finally, the corner of his mouth turning up in a sneer. "That's got to be the most half-assed excuse for a cover-up I've ever heard. A retard could see how shallow that was."
It was getting very hard not to show how offended the Pharaoh was. Struggling not to grit his teeth, the Pharaoh answered, "Believe what you will, but it's the truth. I have credentials if you still suspect me of something else."
"Oh? Show me." Kaiba immediately extended a hand.
The Pharaoh hesitated. Kaiba's smirk grew wider, and his eyes grew triumphant.
Then the Pharaoh reached into his back pocket and withdrew his ID card. For all his struggles to be humble, it was even harder not to laugh at how quickly Kaiba's expression grew sour as the billionaire snatched the card from his hand. In that instant, the Pharaoh was more than relieved that Grandpa had wisely gone out to procure an ID card a few days ago. Keichi had furthermore offered to create legal documents, and if anyone were for whatever reason to do a little digging on the Pharaoh's background, they would see enough to settle any questions about Isashi Takahashi's existence. If more documents were requested, the Pharaoh would respond that they were either lost or in the hands of his father, who, as he moved around a lot, would be difficult to reach.
After closely examining the card, Kaiba all but threw it back at him. "Hmph. So you're not a liar after all."
The Pharaoh raised an eyebrow. "If that's all, then may I be let out to return home? My grandfather expected I would be back at least half an hour ago."
Kaiba narrowed his eyes at him, and the Pharaoh briefly wondered if he had gone too far. But to his surprise, Kaiba called to the driver, "Yane."
"Yes, sir?"
"Head to the Kame Game shop, fast as you can."
"Yes, sir."
The car turned sharply, and the Pharaoh nearly fell over from the change in direction, partly due to his trying to steady the box. Kaiba remained relatively unaffected.
"Consider this an apology for taking up your time," he said, not sounding apologetic at all.
The Pharaoh studied him, and for a moment debated whether or not to be sarcastic. "Thank you," he replied, deciding against it.
Kaiba reaffirmed his folded arms, then closed his eyes. "You Duel well. Almost as good as Yugi Muto."
The Pharaoh blinked, surprised. That was perhaps the first time he had ever heard Kaiba give out a compliment so freely. What on earth could have possessed him to do such a thing?
It was, of course, too good to be true, as Kaiba opened his eyes and followed up with, "However, you're still far from his caliber. Your methods, if clever, are sloppy and rushed, and I'm honestly still surprised you won that Duel."
The Pharaoh could have laughed at the double-irony. Though he had originally criticized himself for rushing, it seemed that his eagerness to Duel had been his saving grace.
Kaiba glanced down at the Duel Disk still on the Pharaoh's arm. "Once you've returned home, make sure you have that registered," he said quietly. "I will confiscate it if you continue to use it improperly."
The Pharaoh couldn't tell if this was a fair warning or a threat. He decided to treat it as the former and nodded, though he suspected Kaiba was also still bitter about being wrong.
Not too much later, the limo came smoothly to a stop right in front of the game shop. The door opened on its own, and the Pharaoh gathered the box in his arms. Just before he got out, however, he decided to bow to the CEO, saying, "It was a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Kaiba."
Kaiba merely turned his head away. At that moment, a call came from outside. "Isashi!"
Both Kaiba and the Pharaoh turned to see Yugi approaching the car from the sidewalk, his backpack and uniform still on. In the corner of his eye, the Pharaoh saw Kaiba stiffen, and heard a sharp intake of breath.
The Pharaoh exited the limo as carefully as he could and went up to greet his brother, who was looking from him to the limo.
"What's going on?" Yugi stopped when he saw the other passenger of the car. His eyes widened. "Kaiba!"
"Yugi." Kaiba returned his exclamation bluntly. His gaze flickered to the Pharaoh. "Do you know this person?"
Yugi contracted his eyebrows. "Yeah, he's my brother," he answered. He took a step forward. "Is something wrong?"
In response, the limo door shut in his face. As both brothers stepped away from the car, it took off, soon disappearing around the trees.
Yugi turned his confused gaze to the Pharaoh. "What was that all about?"
The Pharaoh smiled, still looking after where Kaiba's limo had gone. "Just meeting Kaiba for the first time," he replied. He suddenly looked down to the Deck still in his Duel Disk, then gazed to the city buildings in the distance. Though his feet, legs, and pretty much his entire body ached from the day's events, he wished he could go back and search the alleyways for Kei. He couldn't tell why, but he had a feeling he had somehow offended the young boy.
But it was getting dark, his body was weary, and he still had a box to deliver and a Duel Disk to register. He turned back to his brother, who was still staring at him with a quizzical look.
He smiled. "Come, I'll tell you the rest inside."
When Kaiba reached his headquarters, he immediately made his way to his office. Once there, he closed the blinds, shut off all the lights, and pressed a hidden button underneath his desk. In response, a soft click came from the wall behind his television screen. Almost out of nowhere, an outline of a doorway appeared in the flawless stone, and a section of the wall moved back and to the side. Kaiba entered the newly-revealed elevator and pressed the single button inside. The elevator doors closed, and the section returned to its original place, sealing seamlessly into wall once again.
The elevator took him to the end of a long hallway. At the other end sat his private computer lab. It was a small, messy room, and contained the fastest, most powerful supercomputers in Domino City. Kaiba had constructed them himself. Only two people, himself and Mokuba, knew the room's location, and only he knew how to access it. He placed first his thumb, then his ring, then his index finger on the panel besides the door, and the red light turned to green. A number panel emerged underneath it, but instead of pressing any of the numbers, Kaiba spoke aloud. "Access: 426 Blue Eyes." The number panel flipped over, and a cool female voice responded, "Access voice print accepted. Welcome back, Mr. Kaiba."
The door hissed open, and Kaiba strode forwards. The lights flickered on automatically as he entered, and the multiple monitors came to life soon afterwards. He threw his briefcase onto the table and slid effortlessly into the swivel chair, pulling it up before the largest one in he middle.
A few minutes later, all the legal documents pertaining to Isashi Takahashi littered every screen he had. Kaiba stopped typing on the keyboards and leaned forwards, placing his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together in thought. He studied the documents unblinkingly, and remained that way for the next half an hour.
The logo on his coat collar blinked, distracting him. Still not moving his gaze from the screen, he pressed it. "What?" he demanded.
"Sir, all background checks requested have been run. There wasn't much to gather, but it's not too little to raise suspicion. As far as we can tell, Isashi Takahashi checks out."
Kaiba frowned. The subordinate called again. "Sir, do you wish for us to continue running the checks?"
Kaiba didn't answer. His forehead creased deeper, and he leaned forward again, pressing his mouth against his hands. Something wasn't quite right.
"Sir?"
After a moment, Kaiba pressed the logo again. "No," he answered. "Stop what you're doing and erase all records. Forget this ever happened."
"Yes, sir."
The blinking stopped, and Kaiba returned his attention to the screens. The computers hummed softly, fast, efficient, always in pristine condition. The screens never wavered in resolution or brightness, and patiently continued to display the documents. The keys on the keyboard waited like soldiers for Kaiba to place his fingertips on them once more, not a single speck of dust on them.
After another ten minutes, Kaiba rose from his chair, and closed the files. He wordlessly picked up the briefcase, not bothering to push the chair under the desk, and left the room, the lights and screens dimming to black behind him practically in tune with his steps.
Right at the doorway he paused, and shifted slightly, as if to turn around and go back. The light directly above him still shone, waiting for his permission to go out like the others.
Then he exited, and the light obediently went dark. With a soft hiss, the door shut behind him. The green light of the access panel returned to red in hopes that the master would return soon, and Kaiba walked away, not bothering to look back.
A/N: So this is what happens when I try to write a two-parter. Not bad, in my opinion, Also, some actually decent screen time for Kaiba! I've been meaning to get that in there for some time, and Kaiba's really fun to write, so this was an enjoyable chapter for me.
I realize there may be questions about whether or not the Pharaoh could actually have induced a Penalty Game on the man, especially since I never specified it earlier. I may or may not expand on this little detail later, with likeliness pointing to may. All I'm going to say about it now is that, caught up in the moment, the Pharaoh momentarily forgot about whether he could or could not use the powers of darkness and was quite prepared to exact punishment on the man provided they were alone (No, not in that way, you pervs).
(Right? People say that, right? Yeah? No? Yeah, okay...*Ahem*...)
And if you can't figure out what the other ironic aspect of the double-irony was, then you're not fit to be a Yu-Gi-Oh! fan. Kidding, don't get riled up. It was just that Kaiba was criticizing the Pharaoh (as Isashi) for Dueling worse than the Pharaoh (as Yugi).
(Cue the "Oh, yeah! I see now...I get it...Yeah, I really am not fit to be a Yu-Gi-Oh! fan...)
Kidding, again. So, anyways, Kaiba time! There's gonna be more of him (though not for a little bit) so don't worry! If you have any requests for any other characters you'd like to appear, tell me in a review or private message. I'll think about them and, if I can, make at least a cameo appearance. The next few chapters are little more than drabbles, so it shouldn't be too hard...