Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Desu Ryodan ❯ Joys of Life ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Onyx the Blind 
The trouble begins, but what exactly is it?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
The trouble begins, but what exactly is it?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 235 | Status: Completed
"And one more thing!"
The title, for people who don't know Japanese, (myself included) means 'death brigade'. I think.
This fic actually took a lot of research, so you better appreciate it! (_(-:|)-o In case you are wondering, that little symbol is a laughing unibrow with a stop sign hat on his head. *nodnod* Yup!
Ok, I tried to keep the chars IC, tell me if you think I screwed them up royally, or did ok.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh characters or Egypt. Unfortunately. If I did, I'd be very happy, and the proud owner of an Asian country. Egypt IS in Asia, right?
On with the story, Enjoy!
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Desu Ryodan
Yugi and Yami sat together near the heater, one on either side of the footstool. Yami pulled a card from his pile and grinned triumphantly.
"There's no use in even playing a card this turn Yugi, I will win."
Yugi also pulled a card and grinned in much the same way. "Don't bet on it Yami! I'll win this round!"
They counted together, each tense and ready to slap down their card. "One... two... three!"
Yami threw a red ace of hearts onto the pile of cards, and Yugi lay a black ace of clubs. Both of their smiles faded when they saw the other card.
"Another war?" asked Yugi.
"I guess so, Aibou. Ready?"
"Ready."
They each lay down three cards on top of their respective aces, then paused and looked at each other.
"One... two... three!"
Yugi lay down a ten this time, and Yami a three. The taller boy's face fell. He frowned and pushed the haphazard pile towards Yugi.
"I'll never win this game. You have all the luck."
Yugi laughed, "Don't mope, Yami! No one can beat you at Duel Monsters, so what if you loose a few times in the game of war?"
Yami looked at him sullenly. "A few? That was our sixth game, and I haven't won once."
"Uh, well, we don't have to play this game anymore. Jou and Honda will be here soon, then we can go to the arcade."
He nodded, "Right. Now lets pick up these cards. We want to leave a clean house for your grandfather to get back to."
Yugi nodded, and together they picked up the scattered cards. As Yami picked the last one from the floor, the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Jou and Honda. I'll go let them in!"
Yami shuffled the cards and put them back in their box on the table. It was interesting, this game called war. But it involved *no* skill, and therefor was not his kind of game.
Yugi's voice floated down the hall.
"Yami, ready to go?"
"Hai, Aibou, be right out!" Yami called back, and hurried to the door where Yugi's friends waited. A round of welcomes was exchanged, and together the four left for the arcade.
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Ryo u looked up from his book briefly at the sound of a door slamming. He sighed and ducked back into his story.
His Yami was gone again. What else was new? Every night he went out to do his own thing, sometimes not coming back until 5:00 in the morning, and often sporting bruises and scrapes. But he knew that if his Yami looked like
that, the other guy looked a whole lot worse. Yami was the best fighter he knew.
But Ryou couldn't help but worry. Even if the older boy didn't seem to care for him, he still loved him like an older brother, even a father. Since Ryou had lost his own, Yami had been the closest thing to a dad he had.
And his mom was no help. She was constantly either gone, drunk or high. Half the time she was probably all three. She was almost never around.
Ryou sighed again and stood up. It looked like he was going to be home alone again, so he may as well go make himself dinner. That is, if they had enough food in the pantry.
He walked slowly into the kitchen, ignoring the mess all around him. He had tried to clean it before, but both Yami and his mother had yelled at him, claiming that the only way they could keep track of everything was if it was out on the counter.
He shook his head and dug out a pot from somewhere under a scattered newspaper and stale muffin crumbs.
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Honda laughed as he watched Jou attempt to grab candy with the metal claw.
"Give it up Jou!" he chuckled, "There's no way you're gonna get any candy!"
"Well I'm hungry! And dis machine's gotta give soon, I've been trying for ten minutes!"
Honda raised an eyebrow. "You realize that they make this things so that it's impossible to grab anything, right?"
Jou pointedly ignored him. He pounded on the side of the game and worked the handle as if he were trying to yank it out. "Come on, come on!" he grunted, "The Gummy Bear! Is that too much ta ask?!"
The brunette rolled his eyes and grabbed his friend. "Come on Jou, let's go see what Yugi and Yami are doing."
"But my Gummy Bear!"
Honda dragged Jou across the dark floor, heading towards the food court where they had agreed to meet the other two. Flashing, noisy games lined their path, trying to lure them in with promises of 'a win every time!' or, 'only one dollar!'. These had long since ceased to captivate and amaze Honda, but Jou seemed to have skipped that whole 'maturing' phase of growth.
"Oh, Honda, that one! It's only six tokens! No? Then that one! Come on, dontcha wanna whack the gopher? At least the racing game! Aww..."
He ignored him and scanned the crowd for Yugi. He knew he was somewhere around here... ah, there he was. Pulling Jou after him, Honda crossed the busy floor and sat down at Yugi and Yami's table.
"Hey Honda, Jou," Yugi smiled happily at the arrival of his friends.
"Hey Yug. Sorry, we would have been here sooner, but SOME little baka seems to have developed a new addiction to the claw machine." Honda glared accusingly at Jou, but the insult was lost on the blonde, who was fixated on the food booth a few feet away.
Yami laughed, "I'd expect no less from him."
Yugi and Honda grinned, but the smiles turned into gasps of shock when Yami suddenly reeled dizzily. His head drooped and the crimson eyes unfocused.
"Yami!" cried Yugi, concern for his friend filling his wide eyes, "Yami! Are you ok??"
At Yugi's cry, Jou rushed over. He stared at Yami, who now held his head in his hands, teeth clenched.
"Yami! Yugi, what happened?"
"I- I don't know!" Yugi stood and shook his Yami's shoulders. "Yami! Can you hear me? What's wrong?"
Yami grabbed his hikari's wrist in an almost painfully tight grasp. His wide eyes met Yugi's, unfocused and desperate. "Yugi! Help me..."
The older boy collapsed onto the table, and with a final sounding metallic clink, the golden Puzzle landed next to his head. Honda pointed at it.
"Look at the Puzzle! It's... fading...?"
"No!" Yugi grabbed his Yami's shoulder again, as if to shake him awake, but it was no use. He looked up at his friends with sparking tears brimming in his innocent eyes, threatening to escape. "Jou, Honda, will he be alright?"
Honda quickly felt for a pulse on the pharaoh's neck. "He's ok, but his heart beat feels faint, we'd better get him home! Jou, help me carry him."
The blonde boy nodded and helped his friend pick up the still form. Ignoring worried and confused looks they received from those around them, they pushed their way through the crowds and out the door to the game shop, Yugi walking faithfully by his Yami every step of the way.
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Bakura smiled slowly to himself. It always felt good to win a fight, to know you are the best.
No matter how many times he felt tender human flesh give way beneath his onslaught of blows, no matter how many times he heard that musical scream for mercy, no matter how much sweet blood he spilled of an opponents', it still felt good. It still made him smile.
He swung a sharp blow to the temple of the staggering man before him, and with a grunt, the man was down.
The white haired boy sneered at the crumpled form at his feet. How pathetic, this one had fallen in two minutes. And he hadn't even landed any more that two strikes of his own. That second one had been good though...
He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and turned away from the mess he had created. All in a night's work. This man would certainly regret messing with *him* when he woke up. If he woke up.
Suddenly there was blinding pain inside his head. White-hot fury exploded and he whirled around to kill the coward that had dared hit his when his back was turned, but there was no one there. The pain faded as quickly as it had come and he frowned into the darkness of the alley.
What had happened? Pain didn't just-suddenly he was again awash in mind-numbing agony, and this time it did not fade away.
He staggered to the brick wall and fell onto it, just barely able to keep on his feet. What the hell was happening?!
Again he glared around, ready to remove the heart of the one responsible for this torture, but again there was no one but the unconscious man in the alley with him.
Bakura looked down at his chest, and saw with some surprise, the Sennen Ring materialize over the material of his shirt. But was something wrong, it was not glowing with it's usual luster, it seemed to be... disappearing?
A fresh stab of pain turned his mind to more pressing matters. Like getting home. If he was found out here in this state- he the man who had beaten so many of these back street punks- he would surely be killed. Maybe worse. People he didn't even know hated him out here.
He turned into the shadows and stumbled back to Ryou's house as best he could. What was happening to him?
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There. I'll add more later, but I think that's all I can do for today. Enjoy it? Tell me! Drop a review and I'll continue!
For anyone who can tell me what the phrase from the begining of the fic is from gets a prize!
*in a creepy Dragon Ball announcer voice* Tune in next time to find out what IS happening to Yami and Bakura! Will they recover? Will their Items fade out of existence? Will Jou ever get to eat?? Will I ever get Canadian Bacon???
The title, for people who don't know Japanese, (myself included) means 'death brigade'. I think.
This fic actually took a lot of research, so you better appreciate it! (_(-:|)-o In case you are wondering, that little symbol is a laughing unibrow with a stop sign hat on his head. *nodnod* Yup!
Ok, I tried to keep the chars IC, tell me if you think I screwed them up royally, or did ok.
Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh characters or Egypt. Unfortunately. If I did, I'd be very happy, and the proud owner of an Asian country. Egypt IS in Asia, right?
On with the story, Enjoy!
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Desu Ryodan
Yugi and Yami sat together near the heater, one on either side of the footstool. Yami pulled a card from his pile and grinned triumphantly.
"There's no use in even playing a card this turn Yugi, I will win."
Yugi also pulled a card and grinned in much the same way. "Don't bet on it Yami! I'll win this round!"
They counted together, each tense and ready to slap down their card. "One... two... three!"
Yami threw a red ace of hearts onto the pile of cards, and Yugi lay a black ace of clubs. Both of their smiles faded when they saw the other card.
"Another war?" asked Yugi.
"I guess so, Aibou. Ready?"
"Ready."
They each lay down three cards on top of their respective aces, then paused and looked at each other.
"One... two... three!"
Yugi lay down a ten this time, and Yami a three. The taller boy's face fell. He frowned and pushed the haphazard pile towards Yugi.
"I'll never win this game. You have all the luck."
Yugi laughed, "Don't mope, Yami! No one can beat you at Duel Monsters, so what if you loose a few times in the game of war?"
Yami looked at him sullenly. "A few? That was our sixth game, and I haven't won once."
"Uh, well, we don't have to play this game anymore. Jou and Honda will be here soon, then we can go to the arcade."
He nodded, "Right. Now lets pick up these cards. We want to leave a clean house for your grandfather to get back to."
Yugi nodded, and together they picked up the scattered cards. As Yami picked the last one from the floor, the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Jou and Honda. I'll go let them in!"
Yami shuffled the cards and put them back in their box on the table. It was interesting, this game called war. But it involved *no* skill, and therefor was not his kind of game.
Yugi's voice floated down the hall.
"Yami, ready to go?"
"Hai, Aibou, be right out!" Yami called back, and hurried to the door where Yugi's friends waited. A round of welcomes was exchanged, and together the four left for the arcade.
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Ryo u looked up from his book briefly at the sound of a door slamming. He sighed and ducked back into his story.
His Yami was gone again. What else was new? Every night he went out to do his own thing, sometimes not coming back until 5:00 in the morning, and often sporting bruises and scrapes. But he knew that if his Yami looked like
that, the other guy looked a whole lot worse. Yami was the best fighter he knew.
But Ryou couldn't help but worry. Even if the older boy didn't seem to care for him, he still loved him like an older brother, even a father. Since Ryou had lost his own, Yami had been the closest thing to a dad he had.
And his mom was no help. She was constantly either gone, drunk or high. Half the time she was probably all three. She was almost never around.
Ryou sighed again and stood up. It looked like he was going to be home alone again, so he may as well go make himself dinner. That is, if they had enough food in the pantry.
He walked slowly into the kitchen, ignoring the mess all around him. He had tried to clean it before, but both Yami and his mother had yelled at him, claiming that the only way they could keep track of everything was if it was out on the counter.
He shook his head and dug out a pot from somewhere under a scattered newspaper and stale muffin crumbs.
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Honda laughed as he watched Jou attempt to grab candy with the metal claw.
"Give it up Jou!" he chuckled, "There's no way you're gonna get any candy!"
"Well I'm hungry! And dis machine's gotta give soon, I've been trying for ten minutes!"
Honda raised an eyebrow. "You realize that they make this things so that it's impossible to grab anything, right?"
Jou pointedly ignored him. He pounded on the side of the game and worked the handle as if he were trying to yank it out. "Come on, come on!" he grunted, "The Gummy Bear! Is that too much ta ask?!"
The brunette rolled his eyes and grabbed his friend. "Come on Jou, let's go see what Yugi and Yami are doing."
"But my Gummy Bear!"
Honda dragged Jou across the dark floor, heading towards the food court where they had agreed to meet the other two. Flashing, noisy games lined their path, trying to lure them in with promises of 'a win every time!' or, 'only one dollar!'. These had long since ceased to captivate and amaze Honda, but Jou seemed to have skipped that whole 'maturing' phase of growth.
"Oh, Honda, that one! It's only six tokens! No? Then that one! Come on, dontcha wanna whack the gopher? At least the racing game! Aww..."
He ignored him and scanned the crowd for Yugi. He knew he was somewhere around here... ah, there he was. Pulling Jou after him, Honda crossed the busy floor and sat down at Yugi and Yami's table.
"Hey Honda, Jou," Yugi smiled happily at the arrival of his friends.
"Hey Yug. Sorry, we would have been here sooner, but SOME little baka seems to have developed a new addiction to the claw machine." Honda glared accusingly at Jou, but the insult was lost on the blonde, who was fixated on the food booth a few feet away.
Yami laughed, "I'd expect no less from him."
Yugi and Honda grinned, but the smiles turned into gasps of shock when Yami suddenly reeled dizzily. His head drooped and the crimson eyes unfocused.
"Yami!" cried Yugi, concern for his friend filling his wide eyes, "Yami! Are you ok??"
At Yugi's cry, Jou rushed over. He stared at Yami, who now held his head in his hands, teeth clenched.
"Yami! Yugi, what happened?"
"I- I don't know!" Yugi stood and shook his Yami's shoulders. "Yami! Can you hear me? What's wrong?"
Yami grabbed his hikari's wrist in an almost painfully tight grasp. His wide eyes met Yugi's, unfocused and desperate. "Yugi! Help me..."
The older boy collapsed onto the table, and with a final sounding metallic clink, the golden Puzzle landed next to his head. Honda pointed at it.
"Look at the Puzzle! It's... fading...?"
"No!" Yugi grabbed his Yami's shoulder again, as if to shake him awake, but it was no use. He looked up at his friends with sparking tears brimming in his innocent eyes, threatening to escape. "Jou, Honda, will he be alright?"
Honda quickly felt for a pulse on the pharaoh's neck. "He's ok, but his heart beat feels faint, we'd better get him home! Jou, help me carry him."
The blonde boy nodded and helped his friend pick up the still form. Ignoring worried and confused looks they received from those around them, they pushed their way through the crowds and out the door to the game shop, Yugi walking faithfully by his Yami every step of the way.
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Bakura smiled slowly to himself. It always felt good to win a fight, to know you are the best.
No matter how many times he felt tender human flesh give way beneath his onslaught of blows, no matter how many times he heard that musical scream for mercy, no matter how much sweet blood he spilled of an opponents', it still felt good. It still made him smile.
He swung a sharp blow to the temple of the staggering man before him, and with a grunt, the man was down.
The white haired boy sneered at the crumpled form at his feet. How pathetic, this one had fallen in two minutes. And he hadn't even landed any more that two strikes of his own. That second one had been good though...
He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and turned away from the mess he had created. All in a night's work. This man would certainly regret messing with *him* when he woke up. If he woke up.
Suddenly there was blinding pain inside his head. White-hot fury exploded and he whirled around to kill the coward that had dared hit his when his back was turned, but there was no one there. The pain faded as quickly as it had come and he frowned into the darkness of the alley.
What had happened? Pain didn't just-suddenly he was again awash in mind-numbing agony, and this time it did not fade away.
He staggered to the brick wall and fell onto it, just barely able to keep on his feet. What the hell was happening?!
Again he glared around, ready to remove the heart of the one responsible for this torture, but again there was no one but the unconscious man in the alley with him.
Bakura looked down at his chest, and saw with some surprise, the Sennen Ring materialize over the material of his shirt. But was something wrong, it was not glowing with it's usual luster, it seemed to be... disappearing?
A fresh stab of pain turned his mind to more pressing matters. Like getting home. If he was found out here in this state- he the man who had beaten so many of these back street punks- he would surely be killed. Maybe worse. People he didn't even know hated him out here.
He turned into the shadows and stumbled back to Ryou's house as best he could. What was happening to him?
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There. I'll add more later, but I think that's all I can do for today. Enjoy it? Tell me! Drop a review and I'll continue!
For anyone who can tell me what the phrase from the begining of the fic is from gets a prize!
*in a creepy Dragon Ball announcer voice* Tune in next time to find out what IS happening to Yami and Bakura! Will they recover? Will their Items fade out of existence? Will Jou ever get to eat?? Will I ever get Canadian Bacon???