Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Affinity ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Authors Notes: This is the prologue to a story that I haven't written yet... so this fic will probably get updated once in a blue moon, just like everything else I write. Just wanted to let you know that. And Otogi's going to swear a lot in this story because Otogi seems like the kind of person who would swear a lot. Don't ask. (is it just me or have I overused this story idea?)

It's five in the morning when Otogi gets the email, and since his apartment is fairly small he can hear the racket all the way from his bedroom. And he has no idea what it is.

He figures the neighbors will kill him if he doesn't shut it up, so Otogi gets out of bed, yawning and groaning and cursing and blinking. He ties his hair back compulsively as he stumbles through the kitchen and into the main room, and even though his mind's working slower than usual, he's pretty much figured out that the noise is coming from his computer.

He walks over to the monitor. And blinks again. And again, rubbing his eyes.

There is a dancing pink rabbit on his screen, singing something in English.

What. The. Fuck.

And then Otogi laughs, because he's noticed that something else has popped up on the screen, and it's his email inbox, notifying him in red letters that he has a new email.

Otogi has a gut feeling that it's an email from Mr. Pegasus J. Crawford, CEO of Industrial Illusions (or, well, OK, maybe he snuck a quick glance at the name of the sender), and butterflies rise in his stomach. There are dice sitting on the counter and he picks them up and plays with them in a silent prayer.

He remembers writing the email, remembers how the words didn't fit together and how he had closed his eyes and clicked "send" anyway, hoping he didn't make too much of a fool out of himself.

Otogi's afraid to see his words on the screen again, to read Mr. Crawford's reply, whatever it may be.

But it eats at him that maybe the man is interested in his game, so he holds his breath and clicks on the email.

And after a while stops holding his breath.

He blinks for the fourth time, just to make sure he isn't dreaming.

Then he grins, trying the words out on his tongue.

"I'm going to America."

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Otogi's jaw drops when he sees the jet.

"Holy shit, that thing is huge! Are you sure I'm the only one that's gonna be on this thing?" he asks the nearest Security Personnel.

And when he gets his reply and is ushered onto the jet and into an overwhelming leather chair that moves up and down, and is asked ten times if he might like something to eat, or drink, or read, perhaps, Otogi gets the feeling that Mr. Crawford really is interested in his game.

He sleeps the entire way to California.