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    Ok, I tried this story before (you guys may remember it), but I thought I could write it better and came up with some more stuff I could have added in the earlier chapters. So, here's my revised and re-written version of "Yu-Gi-Oh: The Six Avatars". Enjoy.


    I know what you’re expecting. You’re expecting a story of good versus evil. The forces of light versus the forces of darkness. A story that’s pretty much black and white.

    Well, I hate to disappoint you, but my story’s not like that.

    No, I consider mine to be a bit more, grey, then that.

    But before I start, I’d like to ask you something.

    You know the game Duel Monsters right? Hehe, of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be listening to me. Well, I’m a duellist too. Although, my deck isn’t exactly what one would call ‘hero materiel’. Heck, you might find it hard to believe that I’M the hero here.

    But you’re probably wondering’ what does this have to do with anything?’, right? Afterall, it’s just a game.

    Or at least, that’s what I thought. It’s funny how something that seems so harmless can actually be something dangerous. Confused, well, listen to my story and you’ll know what I mean.

    One last thing before I begin.

    You’re all wondering who I am aren’t you?

    Well, there are those who call me…

    …The Devil Man.


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    Yu-Gi-Oh: The Six Avatars

    [U]Prologue: King of Fiends

    “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the Duel Monsters Adelaide Regional Finals! For those who’ve just tuned in, This is Mimi Penelope and we’re up to the final duel of the tournament, between Daniel Winston 3rd and our local Forte Rosamund. So far, Forte has been dominating this duel, leading with 3200 lifepoints, while Daniel’s barely keeping up with 1400 lifepoints.”

    Forte mentally groaned as his poisonous green eyes scanned the cards in his hand. He figured Mimi was made WITHOUT a volume control because he had to put up with her non-stop screeching all throughout this tournament.

    To make things worse, he had to duel someone who sounded like someone who’d been born in the Middle Ages.

    He brushed a couple of pale lavender bangs away from his face as his eyes scanned the field. His opponent was a few inches shorter then he was. He had dark brown hair which was cut short and well kept. His hazel brown eyes watched him impatiently from behind a pair of rounded glasses (Forte could clearly see they were for show, since there was no lenses). He was also weaing an expensive black suit, most likely in an attempt to show off just how wealthy he was. Forte held back a chuckle. Combined with his pompous appearance, his bad duelling skils and his annoying way of talking, he was only making himself look like a complete fool.

    Forte himself was wearing mostly black too. He wore what appeared to be a black, sleeveless overcoat with red trim, which was done all the way up and over it, a black jacket with blue trim and three small belts on each arm, which was usually left open. His pants were either black or a dark purple, it was hard to tell from beneath his coat, but he also wore black combat boots and black gloves with rhinestones on the knuckles. Aside from a few bangs, Forte’s long lavender hair was tied into a ponytail.

    However, despite their appearances, what was on the field seemed to be against him. On Daniel’s side of the field was a tanned, armoured barbarian with an axe, and Axe Raider (1700/1150) and one card face down. The only thing on Forte’s side was a dark swordsman clad in skeletal, almost bone-like armour, a Skull Knight #2 (1000/1200). It was currently Forte’s move.

    “Make thy move Knave!” Daniel exclaimed in his ‘ye olde’ accent, clearly getting impatient. Forte mentally cringed as he looked up from his cards and glared at him. He had to put up with this for the whole damm match.

    “Keep your pants on Richard III,” Forte replied mockingly, “Despite what you think, most duellists actually THINK before making a move.”

    He looked over his hand one last time before picking out a card.

    “I’ll summon Archfiend Soldier, in attack mode!”

    A dark portal opened behind him, and the dark, bulky form of the fiend leaped out, over Forte’s head and in front of him. It drew a large sword and pointed it directly at Daniel and his monster, a low growl emitting from its skull-like face (1900/1500). The axe raider drew back a bit, slightly nervous.

    Forte smirked.

    “Archfiend! Attack at brit’s Axe Raider with Sword of the Underworld!”

    The fiend gave a small war cry before leaping into the air, its blade ready to cleave the axe raider in two.

    “Halt!” Daniel exclaimed, as his face up card lifted, “I activate Waboku! These virtuous maidens shall stop thy fiend’s attack!”

    Forte snarled as three maidens appeared in front of the axe raider. The archfiend stopped just inches befre them and lowered its swords, giving a small growl in frustration.

    Am I the only one who doesn’t have that damm card?

    Forte hated cards like Waboku. He only saw them as a way to stall for time, something Forte never wanted to do.

    “I’ll end my turn then,” he shrugged. He could always wipe out his worrier on his next turn right?

    Daniel drew and grinned smugly upon seeing the card.

    “This is it,” he announced, “the beginning of the end for you fiend! I play Cost Down!”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed. Daniel wasn’t the first person to use that card against him and whenever they did, it usually meant one thing.

    “At the cost of only one card, I shall summon the leader of my great army! Axe Raider! Begone!”

    The raider lowered his axe and bowed his head as he vanished. A hard wind blew through the stadium.

    “Now villian! Thou shall feel the wrath of the leader of my army!”

    Forte put up his guard.

    This is it!

    “Come forth! Gaia the Fierce Knight!

    Forte’s jaw almost hit the floor.

    With a powerful gust of wind, a knight in blue and red armour, riding a purple horse and wielding two red lances lept over Daniel. He pointed one at Forte, glaring at him from behind his visor. (2300/2100).

    Daniel noticed the stunned look on Forte’s face and his smug grin widened.

    “I see thou has meet his match hmm? Your fiends shall know fear as they fall by Gaia’s mighty lances!”

    ”You Bloody Idiot!”

    Daniel stared at Forte, his msugness replaced with dumb confusion.

    “Uh, what?” he asked, knocked out of character by Forte’s outburst.

    “You’re telling me you based your entire deck around Gaia!?” Forte asked, his voice filled with irritation.

    Daniel puffed out his chest.

    “But of course, for Gaia is the strongest of all the knights!”

    “Not to mention one of the most pathetic seven star monsters in exsistance!”

    Daniel snarled.

    “What!?”

    “I mean, God!” Forte continued, as if he didn’t hear him, “There’re a hundred and one six star monsters much better then Gaia! Summoned Skull, Jinzo, Great Maju Garzett, the list goes on!”

    “Silence!”

    “You could have at least used Swift Gaia! Under the right circumstances, he only requires one sacrifice!”

    “Shut up!” Daniel shouted, cutting off Forte’s little rant, “I’ll show you the true power of Gaia! Go my knight, and slay his Archfiend Soldier!”

    Gaia bellowed as he charged at the fiend scewering the fiend with one of his lances! The fiend gave one last cry before exploding into pixels.

    Forte: 2800
    Daniel: 1400

    Forte groaned and shook his head. Daniel grinned until..

    “Idiot.”

    “What was that?” Daniel barked.

    Forte looked at him with a tired expression.

    “Once again Daniel,” he explained, as if nothing had just happened, “You have proven to everyone in this stadium, that you are an idiot.”

    “What are thou talking about!? I slew thou fiendish soldeir like it t’was nothing!”

    “True,” Forte sighed, “but, if you had half a brain, you would have attacked my Skull Knight which, I’d like to point out to everyone now, was still in ATTACK MODE!”

    It was true. Although Forte wouldn’t be one to admit it, he had forgotten to switch it to defense mode.

    Daniel snarled, but then calmly shrugged.

    “Not an issue. I’ll slay your fake knight next turn.”

    Forte twitched.

    Fake knight? Sure, Skull Knight #2’s no Skull Knight #1, but to call it a fake knight? Bad British idiot.

    He drew, and a cocky smirk spred across his face.

    Jackpot!

    “I’ll place on card face down,” Fort announced as a card appeared before him, “and now I’ll summon this little guy in attack mode. Malice Doll if Demise!”

    A frightening wooden doll appeared. One had was a razor sharp, metal claw and it carried a large axe in the other. It’s crazed eyes locked onto Daniel from behind it’s tangled hair and it let out a shrill laughter. (1600/1700)

    “Your move Lord Dumbass!”

    Daniel scowled as he drew, and smirked.

    “If thou thought Gaia was terrifying,” he spoke, “Then this shalt make thy blood run cold fiend!”

    Forte raised an eyebrow. He never found Gaia frightening. He always thought he was pathetic.

    “I now play, Polymerization!”

    Forte let out an annoyed groan.

    “I shalt combine my knight with the powerful Curse of Dragon!”

    The skeletal form of the Curse of Dragon appeared on the field. A portal then opened up behind Daniel’s two monsters, sucking them in. With a flash of light, and a blast of wind, a large form shot out of it. It flew around the arena once before coming to a stop in front of Daniel. Gaia pointed a lance at Forte, glaring.

    “Behold, Gaia the Dragon Champion!” (2600/2100).

    Forte shook his head. He wasn’t even going to point out how pointless that move.

    “And since fusion monster cannot attack on their first turn, it’s thou move fiend!”

    Damm. I was really hoping he’d be stupid enough to attack.

    Not that it really matters.


    Forte drew, and the smirk reappeared his face.

    I take that back. This is much better!

    “Daniel,” he said, a little too calmly, “Remember how I told you there were cards much better then Gaia?”

    “Yes, what’s thou point?”

    “Well, you’re now about to meet one of them,” Forte’s smirk widened, “And he also happens to be my favourite! I sacrifice my Skull Knight #2!”

    black flames erupted from the floor, ingulfing Forte’s Skull Knight.

    “And I shall summon the king of fiends! Come on out, Dark Ruler Ha Des!”

    From uot of the flames stood a tall fiend. He was dressed in dark robes and jewelery, almost like that of an evil king. His red eyes stared down at Daniel with contempt as he took a sip from the glass of wine he was holding. A wicked smiled appeared on his green face. (2450/1600)

    “And because I sacrificed it to summon a fiend, I can now special summon another Skull Knight Number #2 to the field!”

    A dark portal opened and an identical Skull Knight appeared. It stood next to Ha Des, and drew its sword (1000/1200)

    Daniel stepped back in surprise, but quickly regained his composure.

    “Impressive,” he replied smugly, “but thou fiend is no match for Gaia. He shall be an easy foe.”

    Forte’s smirk changed into a wild grin.

    “So says you! Ha Des, attack!”

    Daniel laughed.

    “You fool! Didn’t thou hear what I just said? You’re fiend is no match!”

    His confidence quickly evaporated as Forte began laughing.

    “Oh, but it is,” forte laughed, “When I activate my trap. Bark of the Dark Ruler!”

    Daniel’s eyes widened.

    “You see. I can pay any amount of life points I want, and the same amount is subtracted from your monster’s attack points. I think, three hundred should do the trick.”

    Ha Des let out a loud bellow and Daniel paled as Gaia’s attack fell to 2200.

    Forte: 2500
    Daniel: 1400

    “Now Ha Des! Destroy Gaia with Flames of the Dark Ruler!”

    Ha Des took a sip of wine, before exhaling a blast of fire at Gaia. Both knight and steed shrieked in pain before falling to the floor, their bodies burning away before even hitting the ground.

    Forte: 2500
    Daniel: 1250

    “Now, I could have payed 2600 of my lifepoints, blown away our knight and ended it there. But you had to be a pomous moron and insult my fiends. So now…!”

    Daniel began to sweat. The two fiends beside Ha Des were almost drooling in anticipation.

    “No!” Daniel shouted, “Mercy!”

    “Boys!” Forte commanded as he pointed at Daniel, “Get him!”

    Daniel’s shriek of fear and pain sent a chill through everyone’s spines. Let no one doubt that Forte Rosamund can be very very cruel.

    Forte: 2500
    Daniel: 0

    After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into applause. Forte’s smirk washed away, leaving his face blank, althuogh nobody noticed.

    “And there you have it folks!” shouted Penelope, “With a stunning and brutal comeback, the winner of the Adelaide Regional Tournament is Forte Rosamund!

    Come back? I was never in any trouble.

    Silently, not even casting a glance over at Daniel, Forte stepped down from the stage and walked out of the arena.

    The halls were empty, soon to be filled with all the people as they leave the arena. Forte let out a long and bored sigh.

    As he turned and began walking, he heard a slow clapping coming from behind him. He looked back to see someone leaning against the wall, next to where he’d just came from, clapping lazily.

    He looked about the same age as Forte, but a bit shorter in terms of height. His electric blue eyes could be seen through his wild, bright red hair which stuck up in all directions. As for clothing, he wore a white shirt which was sloppily tucked into his pants and a pitch black jacket over it with strange bright yellow patterns covering it. He wore pants of the same colour and pattern and he wore combat boots like Forte, only his were old and brown.

    “Nice duel Forte,” the teen spoke, seemingly amused, “But don’t you think the way you finished him was a bit much.”

    Forte smirked.

    “You saw the way he was acting Reece,” Forte replied, “he had it coming.”

    “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked playing as the bad guy.”

    “And yet I’m the one with all the girls, the respect and I’m one of the most recognised duellists in Australia.”

    Reece laughed.

    “Noone said being the bad guy doesn’t have its perks.”

    Forte chuckled as he shook his head.

    “Seriously though, how’d someone as annoying and stupid as him get into the finals?”

    “I have no idea.”

    Reece looked over Forte’s shoulder and smirked.

    “And speaking of annoyances, look who’s coming.”

    Forte turned, and supress and groan.

    Coming his way was Mimi Penelope, the girl with the biggest mouth he ever met.

    She was about a third shorter then Forte and looked about sixteen, even though she was eighteen. Her blonde hair with pink highlights was cut neatly just below her chin and her violet eyes gazed directly into Forte’s green.

    She was wearing a rose red blouse with gold trim (possibly to try and make her small chest appear bigger), along with a bright yellow mini skirt, a pair of red and yellow high heels and pale pink stockings. Obviously, her outfit consisted of a lot of red and gold.

    “There you are,” she called to them, giving Forte a friendly smile as she approached them, “Nice duel Forte.”

    Forte disagreed, but couldn’t be bothered saying so.

    Mimi reached into her blouse and pulled out a check.

    “Here’s the prize money,” she said, handing it to him.

    Forte quickly stuffed it into his pocket, trying not to think where that check had been.

    “Well,” Forte faked a friendly smile, “I’ll see you next tournament.”

    He turned to leave when.

    “Um, Forte?”

    Forte stopped and mentally groaned. Couldn’t he go through one tournament when this didn’t happen?

    “Yes?” he asked, turning around.

    “Well,” she tried to give Forte what was supposed to be a seductive look, “I was just wondering, if you’re not busy tonight, maybe we could…”

    “I’m sorry Mimi but I already have plans,” Forte cut her off.

    Mimi looked at the ground dissapointed. Forte didn’t like intentionally breaking a woman’s heart, but dating Mimi was something he (along any other guy who had dated her) would not want to do. He learnt why the hard way.

    “Maybe next time,” he said, trying to cheer her up.

    Mimi perked up a bit.

    “Ok,” and with that, she turned and wakled off down the hall.

    Forte and Reece headed for the exit.

    --------------~*~--------------

    Two thousand bucks,” Forte muttered, reading the check as he and Reece were walking down the road, “I feel like I’m getting over paid.”

    Reece laughed and slapped his friend on the back.

    “Think of it as easy money mate.”

    “I know, but…”

    “But what?”

    Forte groaned in frustration.

    “It’s all too easy! There’s no challenge from beating on wannabe duellists like Lord Brain-Dead before. I just don’t get any satisfaction from it anymore.”

    Reece stared at his friend.

    “I thought you became a duellist for the money Forte.”

    Forte sighed.

    “That was the idea at the time. But if all duellists start being like this, I may as well get a job. It’ll probbly be less boring.”

    Reece held back a chuckle, possibly thinking about his friend working at a fast food joint like McDonalds or something.

    “Come on buddy,” he said, draping an arm around his pal, “There’s plenty of decent duellists out there, just waiting to kick your ass.”

    Forte smirked as he pushed the red head’s arm off of him.

    “One small problem mate, they’re either in Japan or America or something, and I’m stuck here in Australia.”

    Reece shrugged.

    “Maybe you’ll get lucky and they decide to go on tour.”

    “Yeah right.”

    “Look on the bright side. You’re one of the best duellists in Australia, girls will rip eachother to shreds to get a chance to be with you and you’re old enough to drink. What more could you want?”

    Forte laughed.

    “Probably less fangirls calling me claiming they’ve had my kid.”

    “Yeah,” Reece agreed, bursting into laughter, “How many kids are you supposed to have now?”

    “I dunno, I lost count at around nine.”

    It took the pair a good few minutes to stop laughing. The two were forced to lean on eachother for support.

    “Thanks mate,” forte spoke as his laughter died down, “I needed that.”

    “What are mates for? Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”

    “The usual spot?”

    “Well, we mustn’t keep our fans waiting.

    Forte smirked.

    “You mean my fans.”

    Hey Guys, Forte here. You guys know the old saying “Be careful what you wish for, because it just might come true”? Well, a part of me is wishing I took that saying seriously when I said I wanted more excitement in my life. Sure, I wanted excitement, but I wasn’t expecting this

    And it all began with that one card.

    Wondering what I’m talking about? Well, stick around for Chapter 1: A Gift. See ya there.
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    Forte really should talk. Unless he has Ectoplasmer in his deck, Malice Doll of Demise is a pretty weak addition to a Fiend Deck.

    But anyway, I'm glad that this fic is back up. Just research the Monster's stats more, you got a few of them wrong. And when you center something, you have to spell it "center", not "centre". (I'm guessing that you, like Forte, lives in Austrailia. You can't use the British spelling, or it won't work.)

    Reluctant heroes have been done, but this seems pretty good. Not many protagonists in fanfiction use Fiends. (Of course, Yugi himself used a few, and Peter from my own fic did, but in general...)

    I await the next chapter.

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    Couple of things

    I noticed that Forte's last name changed after the first one (Deborah to Rosamund). Also, as DS pointed, some of the monster stats are wrong (YOU GOT THE DARK RULER'S STATS WRONG!! FOREVER SHAME TO YOU AS A FIEND-USER!!!). I'm just kidding. Anyways, couldn't really tell how this was a re-write of your previous fic but it was still good nonetheless. Loved all the wisecracks Forte made to the "idiot" Warrior duelist.

    Until next chapter

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    Fiends for the hero, very intresting.

    I'll be sure to read this fic but don't expect to many reviews from me (Unless you come on my terrotory, the different dimension). I always prefered to be a silent reader then to type out so many things


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    *sheepish* oops, I guess this really isn't REVISED if I keep making mistakes like that, he he he.

    Thanks for the reviews guys. DS, you guessed right, I do live in Australia (damm spelling changes)
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    Sorry to add to the broth, but you also misspelled Waboku. Other than that, great fic.
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    Chapter 1: A Gift

    Neon Impact, one of the most popular nightclubs in Adelaide and one of Forte and Reece’s favourite haunts. Usually the place was jam packed and it was a bitch to get in, but since the two were friends with a number of people who worked their (including the bouncer) and their almost celebrity statues, they were able to get in.

    The fangirls seemed to swarm all over Forte the instant he stepped in. Reece instantly stepped in as Forte’s self proclaim bodyguard, trying to clear a path for Forte and give him some room.

    “Ok, make way folks. Let the man through. Uh, I’m sorry miss but Mr Rosamund is not signing autographs at the moment. Oh, yes sir ,thank you, I’m sure he appreciates it. Come on people the man needs a drink, let him through!”

    Forte couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his friend’s behaviour. He was half expecting him to go all kung-fu on someone for coming too close to him. However, Reece’s little bodyguard act ended the moment they reached the bar.

    The pair pulled up a coulpe of free stools and Forte leaned forward over the bar.

    Hey! Lucious! You there?” Forte called.

    A man in his early twenties walked over to them, giving them a friendly smile. His orange blonde hair was kept just above his chin, with a particularly large bang covering his right, brown eye.

    As for clothing, he wore a white undershirt, a black jacket, black pants and black shoes, the jacket and pants with neon blue trim, the staff uniform for Neon Impact.

    “What’ll it be guys?” he asked, leaning on the bar.

    “Just a few beers thanks,” Reece answered.

    “Make mine a cherry brandy actually,” Forte corrected.

    Lucious nodded and went to fetch their drinks.

    “I saw the tournament just an hour ago,” Lucious said as he filled their glasses, “We all did.”

    “Not much of a final match huh?”

    “Damm straight. How’d that kid get in anyway? Well, most of the people here just cared about watching you kick some ass anyway, not matter how one-sided it got.”

    Forte just nodded as he downed the contents of the shot glass Lucious gave him. He and the blonde normally thought alike. That’s what made it easy for him to get along with him. Although, Lucious wasn’t as good a duellist as him.

    As a matter of fact, Forte had never seen Lucious duel.

    As Reece downed his beer, Forte’s head rested on his hand and he sighed. Lucious noticed.

    “What’s wrong buddy?”

    Beofre Forte could answer, Reece butted in.

    “He think’s duelling’s gotten top easy for him,” he answered, burping shortly after.

    Lucious gave a short laugh.

    “Well, just hang in there, sooner or later, someone’s going to come along and kick your ass.”

    Forte smirked.

    “Yeah, and if he’s anything like Daniel or that chicken guy, I’ll bloody kill myself straight afterwards.”

    Lucious just laughed. He remembered the time Forte duelled a man in a chicken suit. Needless to say, he was laughing his ass off for weeks after that.

    The blonde’s eyes perked up, getting Forte’s attention.

    “Oh, that reminds me, I found something this morning that might interest you.”

    “Oh, what?”

    Lucious pulled a magazine clipping from his pocket and handed it to Forte.

    “There’s a small duelling contest in a couple of days. Tought you might be interested.”

    Forte sighed. And he had gotten his hopes up too.

    “How much?” he asked, referring to the prize money.

    Lucious smirked.

    “Nothing.”

    Forte raised an eyebrow.

    “Then what the heck would I be duelling for?”

    Forte saw a small twinkle in Lucious’ eye.

    “A trip for you and Reece to Domino Japan.”

    Forte was calm for a few seconds before the news sank in. He shot up to his feet and slammed his hands on the bar

    “You serious? Domino!” He exclaimed loudly.

    Lucious just smirked and nodded. Reece however was a little taken aback by this.

    “What’s the big deal?” he asked, “It’s just some Japanese town.” While he knew how much trips to Japan cost, he didn’t see why Forte was so excited.

    “Do you have any idea who lives in Domino?”

    Reece thought for a moment, but Forte answered before he could.

    “The world’s top duellists! Yugi Mouto and Seto Kaiba!” The excitement on Forte’s face was beginning to creep Reece out a bit.

    At first, the red head was confused by Forte’s reason for excitement. Forte was never that big a fan of them. Sure, he admired their duelling abilities, but he really couldn’t be considered a fan.

    Then it hit him.

    “Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a minute Forte!” Reece shot to his feet, “This isn’t Daniel Winston or some other loser we’re talking about. This is the freakin’ king of games himself!

    Forte smirked.

    “You said so yourself their a plenty of duellists out their for me to face, and now here’s my chance to face off against the best.”

    “What makes you so sure you’ll win.”

    Forte laughed.

    “Who said I thought I cuold win? I just want a challenge for once!”

    Reece flopped down on the stool. A challenge? The red head burstout laughing. That was Forte for you, willing to go incredably stupid lengths to find a challenge.

    “You versus Yugi huh?” Lucious smirked, “I think that’s a match we’d all like to see.”

    Forte looked back at the crowds of people.

    “You’re right.”

    Forte stood up and, pushing his way through the crowd of people, made his way to the stage at one end of the club. Normally there’d be some sort of band playing, but tonight it was just the DJ. Forte climbed up and headed for the microphone.

    “Ladies and Gents,” Forte spoke into the mic, “may I have your attention please?”

    All eyes fell on the lavender haired teen on stage, and a number of girls in the audience screamed at the sight of their hero.

    “Heya folks!” Forte spoke casually, “For all of those who don’t know me, I’m Forte Rosamund, a.k.a., the Devil Man. And I have an announcement to make.”

    He raised the magazine clipping up for everyone to see.

    “I’ve just been informed that there’s a duelling contest in two days time, and the winner gets a free trip to Domino Japan. Now, for all those who don’t know anything about the duelling world, Domino is the home of the King of Games himself, Yugi Mouto!

    Now let me ask you one question. How many of you think I could beat Now, for all those who don’t know anything about the duelling world, Domino is the home of the King of Games himself, Yugi Mouto!

    Now let me ask you one question. How many of you think I could beat Yugi in a duel?”

    Less then half of the room raised their hands. Forte smirked, he hd expected this.

    “Now how many of you think he’ll kick my ass all the way back to Australia?”

    Almost the rest of the club raised their hands, only a few didn’t.

    “Fair enough, one last question. How many of you hear want to find out?”

    The entire room erupted into cheers. That was all Forte needed.

    He was going to Japan.

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    “Are you really planning on challenging Yugi?” Reece asked as the two walked down towards Forte’s apartment building, “Or were you joking?”

    “I’m serious Reece. I’m gonna hunt down the King of Games himself. If anyone can give me a challenge, he can. Besides,” Forte gave his friend a cocky grin, “How can you expect any man to turn down a free vacation?”

    Reece laughed.

    “Well, you were saying you wanted someone to kick your ass, and now your getting it.”

    “Hey, maybe I’ll actually beat him.”

    “Isn’t that one of the signs of the apocalypse.”

    The two friends laughed, but a crashing noise coming from a nearby alley knocked them out of their merriment.

    “What was that?” Reece asked curiously.

    “I’m not sure,” Forte responded, “Let’s check it out.

    As the two appraoched the alley, a garbage can fell over, causing Reece to jump. Forte took a step forward.

    “Who’s there?”

    A crumpled form fell in the shadows.

    The two teens instantly ran to his sides, trying to help him up. As thy carried him into the light, Forte noticed that it was an elderly man, and he looked in pretty bad shape. There was a deep gash in his right leg, staining his pants and Forte cuold make out a large bruise on his upper left arm.

    “What happened to you?” Forte asked, his face full of concern.

    Forte may be cocky, arrogant and a bit malicious, but he wasn’t heartless.

    The old man loked up at the eighteen year old weakly.

    “Help…me…” was all he could say before slipping into unconcious.

    --------------~*~--------------

    Thankfully, they had found the old man near the Royal Adelaide hospital and were able to carry him there. The pair were now sitting in the waiting room. They were free to leave, but they felt obligated to stick around until they learnt if the old guy was okay.

    The door opened and a female doctor stepped out. Two sets of eyes fell onto her instantly, silently asking about the old man.

    “Is he going to be ok?” Forte asked.

    “He’ll be fine,” she replied, smiling slightly. Forte felt a little better hearing that.

    “What happened to him?”

    The doctor’s eyes fell to the floor in thought.

    “I’m not too sure. That gash on his leg looked as if it was made by a blade, possibly a knife. He’s also suffering from over-exhursion. It’s as if he was running away from something…”

    …or someone.”

    “Can I see him?”

    The doctor snapped out of her trail of thought and looked up at Forte.

    “Hmm? Oh, yes of course. He’s just resting now, but you can see him.”

    “Forte?” said Reece, a bit confused as to why Forte wanted to see him.

    “I’ll be only a minute or so.”

    Reece nodded and sat back down as the doctor led him to the room.

    The old man seemed so peaceful in his bed. The doctor left quietly, leaving Forte alone with him. He silently stared at him for what seemd like a minute or so before giving his trademark smile.

    “Looks like you went through a lot old man,” he chuckled as he approoched the bed, “But relax, you’re safe here.”

    His eyes fell to his bandaged leg.

    But still…who would do this to a harmless old man like him?

    Forte turned to leave.

    Suddenly, the old man shot up and grabbed Forte’s wrist.

    “What the!?” Forte gasped as he spun around, a mixture of shock and a bit of panic on his face. The old man stared up at Forte with fear in his eyes.

    “Help me,” he spoke out softly.

    Forte’s surprise quickly turned into concern.

    “It’s ok,” Forte replied, “You’re at the hospital. You’re safe now.”

    The old man shook his head in a terrified manner.

    “No…they’re still after me. I’ll never be safe as long as I have it.”

    “What?”

    The old man reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

    “Take this.”

    He psued it into Forte’s hand and let go of his wrist.

    “What is this?” Fort asked as he looked at the object.

    It was a Duel Monsters card. One that Forte had never seen before.

    “you can’t let them get it,” the old man continued, the fear was apparent in his voice, “Don’t let go of that card! Don’t let them get it!”

    Forte looked at the man confused.

    “Wait, who’s them?” he asked.

    Before the old man could answer, his strength gave out and he fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

    Forte grabbed the old man’s shoulders and tried to shake him awake.

    “Wait a minute! Who’s them? Why did you give me this? What happened?”

    The door swung open and the doctor rushed.

    “I heard everything!” she said as she rushed up to the old man, “What happened?”

    Forte quickly slipped the card into his pocket.

    “I don’t know. He just woke up and started paniking,” Forte replied.

    “Did he say anything?”

    “Something about them still being after him. He didn’ go into any detail.”

    The doctor hurried to check his signs, the machines and all the equipment hooked up to him.

    “Maybe it’s best if you came back later,” she said, “He needs to rest now.

    Forte nodded and left the room. Reece was standing in the hall.

    “What happened?” Reece asked.

    “I’m not sure.”

    For the rest of the night, all Forte could think about was what the old man said. Who was after him? Why would anyone attack an old man over a duel monsters card? Why did the old man give it to him?

    These question’s filled his head as he fell asleep that night.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “You’re entering too?”

    Reece nodded as he filled in the enterance form.

    “Why not? If we’re both competing, it’ll double our chances of winning. Besides, I can’t let you get all the glory.”

    Fotre smirked.

    “Fair enough.”

    The woman typed something into her computer.

    “There. You’re both registered,” she said, “The tournament will be starting at eleven thirty tomorrow. Make sure you’re here by then.”

    “We will, thanks.”

    The two turned and headed for the exit. Everything was set, now all they had to do was kill time until then.

    --------------~*~--------------

    A tall figure stepped into the busy lobby of the Royal Adelaide Hospital. His trenchcout and hat obscured his features. Thankfully, noone seemed to notice. The figure walked up to the reception desk.

    “Can I help you?” the woman asked, looking up at the figure’s grey eyes, which were visible beneath his hat.

    “Yes. I heard an old man was brought in last night,” The figure, a man, spoke in a gentle voice, “He’s my grandfather you see and I wish to see him. My family’s been worried about him.

    The woman’s eyes widened slightly.

    “Oh, yes of course. Right this way Mister, uh...”

    “Johnson.”

    “Ok Mr Johnson.”

    The man’s gentle smile turned into a sadistic grinas the nurse led him to the old man’s room.

    Hey everybody. This is Reece Armarverick speaking. Well, it seems like a fool proof plan. Stomp over a couple of duellists, go to Japan and witness what will probably be one of the best duels of my life.

    If only it would stay that simple.

    Next up, forte plays a bit of ‘Good Samaritin’ and we see the first round of the tournament kick off. You wanna see? Stick around for Chapter 2: Matador See ya around.

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    Mmm...

    A good chapter to get the plot started. Not much to say, really.

    Keep it up, and I'll see what transpires next time.

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    Very nice chapter

    I see another new character has been introduced (Lucious). He seems interesting enough, hopefully we might get to see him duel in the future.

    So one of the plots of the story has been revealed. Well good luck to both Forte and Reece in their upcoming tournament to see who goes to Japan

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    I'm so sorry for taking so long with the next chapter. Unfortunately, everything on my computer got wiped and I have to start over (Damm it!).
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    Sorry for taking so long with this next chapter. Hopefully my next one wont take so long.

    Chapter 2: Matador

    The hospital was in panic. As nurses and doctors ran left right and centre, the man in the trench coat calmly stepped out through the sliding doors. ‘Mr Johnson’ reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

    He punched in a couple of numbers and brought it up to his ear.

    ”Hello?”

    “It’s me.”

    ”Did you find him?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Good! Did you get the card?”

    “Well,” the man seemed to get nervous.

    ”What?”

    “He didn’t have it on him.”

    ”WHAT!?”

    “He gave it to some teenager.”

    He hard the one on the other end curse in annoyance.

    ”That card could be anywhere now!”

    “I’ll keep searching.”

    ”You do that. By the way, what did you do with the old man?”

    The man grinned sadistically.

    “He’ll live, but it wont be a pleasant life.”

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    Forte strolled casually through the halls of Adelaide University. It had been two days since he and Reece had run into that old man. Reece had gone off to get something to eat while Forte went off to explore the place. It would be a good fifteen minutes before his match, so he figured he’d kill some time.

    But exploring the university was the last thing on his mind. Forte’s green eyes were focused on the card he held in his hand. The card the old man had given him.

    He couldn’t figure out why anyone would go to such trouble just for a Duel Monsters card. It looked like an ordinary card.

    Except for the fact that it was written in Ancient Egyptian.

    It appeared to be a monster card, one that he hadn’t seen before. However, since ancient languages weren’t his strong point, that was all he could tell.

    “Come on baby. You know you want me.”

    “I said back off you overgrown ape!”

    A pair of voices coming from a nearby classroom knocked Forte from his trail of thought. With a little bit of curiosity, he quietly snuck over to the door and peeked in.

    Inside were two people. One was your typical school jock. He was tall, muscular and had a brown crew cut. He wore a red T-shirt, black jeans and sneakers, nothing special.

    The other was a young woman, possibly around Forte’s age. She was at least a few inches shorter then he was and, Forte admitted, pretty cute. She had short black hair, which just reached her chin with red streaks and brown eyes. She wore a black tank top, a dark green jacket, a pair of slightly baggy camouflage pants and combat boots.

    Forte could easily guess the situation. The jock was trying to chat the woman up, but, as any girl with half a brain would, she was turning him down. But, like every other brain dead member of his species, the jock just didn’t get the message.

    “Just one little kiss, that’s all I ask,” the jock said, almost pleadingly. Forte couldn’t help but chuckle.

    “What part of no don’t you understand?”

    She turned to leave, but the guy grabbed her shoulder and pushed her against the wall.

    “Listen baby,” he spoke in a dangerous tone, “I always get what I want, and now I want you!”

    The girl snarled, and then drove her knee into his stomach.

    He stumbled back, forced to use a nearby desk for support, he glared hatefully at her.

    “You bitch!” He drew back to punch her and she closed her eyes.

    It never came.

    Fort had walked in and grabbed the guy’s arm.

    “Didn’t your mummy ever tell you it’s wrong to hit women,” Forte said in his usual cocky tone.

    “Piss off!” The guy snarled, spinning around to hit Forte. The lavender haired teen just smirked as he sidestepped the punch, before giving him a hard kick between the legs. The jock doubled over in pain before Forte grabbed him by his hair.

    Forte looked over looked over at the woman.

    “Need any help?” he asked casually, is if there wasn’t a man in agony right in front of him.

    “Nah, I’m cool,” she replied in an equally casual manner.

    “You wanna…?” he pointed to the guy, who was beginning to recover. She just nodded.

    Forte spun the guy around and the girl gave him a hard kick to the face, sending him to the floor.

    “Now get outta here!” Forte ordered. The guy snarled at the pair before scrambling out of the room.

    “I didn’t need your help you know,” the woman said. Forte just laughed.

    “I felt obliged to.”

    “Well don’t. Guys like him are always coming on to me.”

    Forte looked over the girl in front of him and smirked.

    “Well, I can’t say I really blame them.”

    The girl responded by glaring at Forte.

    “Don’t you start,” she said in a tone suggesting that Forte back off, “Unless you want to end up like that guy.”

    Forte’s grin just widened and his watch went off. It was time for his match.

    “Gotta run,” he said as he turned and headed for the door. Shortly after leaving the room, he pocked his head back in, a mischievous grin on his face.

    “By the way, nice rack.”

    The woman’s face turned a bright red and Forte walked of laughing.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Ladies and Gentlemen!” Mimi’s shrill voice echoed throughout the gymnasium, “Welcome to the “Fight to Domino” Duel Monsters tournament! The winner of this tournament will win a trip with a friend to Domino City Japan! Now for our first match, we have Forte “The Devil Man” Rosamund and,” Mimi paused as she read the card in her hand, “Matador?”

    Forte mentally groaned. Couldn’t he go through one little tournament without having to hear her voice screeching throughout the entire time?

    He was curious though as to who this Matador is.

    “And here he is!”

    Forte looked over o the opposite end of the arena…

    …and his jaw dropped.

    You’ve got to be kidding me…

    He was about a head shorter then Forte, with dark brown hair neatly tied into a ponytail with brownish-green eyes. It was his outfit that made him stood out. True to his name, he was dressed as a matador, in a combination of red, gold and black. He even had a rapier at his side and a red capote. His duel disk was one of those custom jobs, gold with bits of red and blue.

    He smirked at Forte’s expression.

    “So,” he said, his voice filled with pride, “You’re the first bull I have to face huh? Judging by the look on your face, you already know who the victor here is.”

    Damn well Forte knew who the victor was going to be. Himself if he had anything to do with it.

    “Let’s just duel,” Forte muttered.

    Forte: 8000
    Matador: 8000

    “Since matadors never make the first move,” Matador smirked, “I’ll allow you the first move.”

    Forte drew.

    “I’ll summon Malice Doll of Demise in attack mode!” Forte’s fiendish doll appeared before him, it’s haunting eyes on Matador as it laughed (1600/1700)

    “That ends my turn.”

    Matador drew.

    “I play four cards face down and end my turn.”

    Four face down cards appeared before him.

    Forte’s eyes narrowed as he drew.

    Who does he think he’s fooling? I know perfectly well he wants me to attack, so he can spring those traps on me. It’s not rocket science.

    He looked at the cards in his hand.

    But then again, it’s a smart move. Even if it is predictable, I have nothing that’ll get me past those traps.

    “I’ll pass this turn.”

    Matador smirked.

    “As do I.”

    Forte snarled as he drew. It however, quickly changed into a smirk when he saw the card.

    Hmm, this could be useful. His traps may prevent my monsters from attacking, but what about this?

    “I play, Meteor or destruction!” Forte announced, slapping the card down.

    The room grew dark, as black clouds formed above them. Forte grinned wildly as the clouds parted, making way for a fiery meteor heading straight for Matador.

    His eyes widened however when Matador smirked.

    “You bulls are always so predictable,” he said smugly, taking one of the cards from his hand, “Activate Magic Jammer!”

    As the card revealed itself, Matador slipped a card into the discard slot and the meteor broke up inches away from him.

    “Dammit,” Forte snarled. So much for that idea.

    “But wait,” Matador taunted, “There’s more. I activate my other three cards! Embodiment of Apophis!”

    “Oh crap.”

    As the three cards flipped over, three dark, ancient (and rather ugly) monsters appeared. They were black with the body of a snake, the upper body of a man and two heads, a man’s head and a snake’s head coming out of its back. They were armed with a sword and shield each. All three hissed at Forte (1600/1800 x3)

    Fort snarled.

    “I guess I end my turn.”

    Matador’s grin widened as he drew.

    “Now then!” Matador pointed at the Doll of Demise, “Attack the bull’s puppet!”

    One of the snakes shot towards the doll, just as it was rasing its axe to attack. The two attacks collided and both shattered into pixels.

    Forte snarled. He had forgotten to set it in defence mode.

    “Now the rest of you! Attack!”

    The remaining embodiments, now unopposed, slashed Forte with their swords. Forte grunted in pain, but kept his ground.

    Forte: 4800
    Matador: 8000

    “I’ll now play one card face down and end my turn.”

    Great, more traps.

    Forte drew.

    Well, I can’t risk an attack, but I can at least stop them for the time being.

    “I summon Opticlops in attack mode!”

    A hulking beast with one eye and a horn on its forehead appeared on the field. It’s eye focused on Matador and bellowed. (1800/1700).

    “And I’ll place one card face down and end my turn.”

    The card materialised as Matador drew.

    “I’ll pass.”

    Forte drew.

    “So will I.”

    Matador drew again, and grinned.

    “I now play, Mystic Space Typhoon!”

    Forte growled, but overall wasn’t worried. He still had Opticlops and those snakes of his couldn’t get past it.

    “And I shall use it on my facedown card!”

    Forte’s eyes widened.

    What!?

    A powerful blast of wind went over the field. As it went over Matador’s face down card, the form of a rather fiendish statue appeared before shattering

    “A Statue of the Wicked!”

    Matador smirked.

    “That’s right. And when it’s destroyed, I get to summon a Wicked Token.”

    A rather fiendish looking thing appeared before Matador (1000/1000).

    “And now I shall sacrifice it”

    The token howled and shattered.

    “To summon, Catapult Turtle!”

    The hulking form of a mechanical turtle appeared on the field. It seemed to have a large catapult mounted on its back. It let out a deep, hollow growl (1000/2000).

    The nervousness was now apparent on Forte’s face. This could only mean one thing.

    “Since my embodiments of Aphopis can’t get past that ‘thing’ of yours,” Matador laughed, “I’ll just go over it! Aphopis, mount the catapult!”

    One of the snakes slithered onto the catapult, bracing itself for what was to come.

    “And, fire!!”

    With a thunderous roar from the turtle, Matador’s embodiment was shot right past the Opticlops and smack into Forte. The force was enough to knock him over.

    Forte: 4000
    Matador: 8000

    “And now for you!” Matador pointed to the second one. Forte had barely any time to get up before being hit by the second embodiment.

    Forte: 3200
    Matador: 8000

    “And now, finally!” Matador shouted triumphantly, “I shall launch the turtle itself!”

    Forte didn’t even get time to wonder how such a large thing can launch itself before he was flattened by it.

    Forte: 2700
    Matador: 8000

    “And I’ll place one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte’s face twisted into a snarl as he drew.

    This is ridiculous! I’m down by over half my life points and he hasn’t even been scratched!

    He looked down at the card he drew.

    Hmm? I thought I gave Reece this card back. Oh well, better make the most of it.

    “I’ll place two cards face down!”

    Two cards materialised before Forte.

    “And now I’ll play Emergency Provisions and sacrifice them!”

    All three of Forte’s cards shattered.

    Forte: 5700
    Matador: 8000

    That should keep me going for a little longer. But I’ve still got to deal with those traps of his.

    “That ends my turn.”

    Matador drew. He gave a short laugh.

    “Well,” he laughed, “It seems once again I’ve made another brilliant draw!”

    Forte snarled. This guy was really pissing him off!

    “I now summon! Raging Flame Sprite!”

    In a small burst of flame, a little red headed pixie donning clothing made from leaves appeared on the field. He pointed a flaming stick at Forte and laughed (100/200)

    I should have known Matador would put that annoying firefly in his deck.

    “Since you already know what this card does, I’ll skip the explanations! Raging Flame Sprite! Attack the bull directly!”

    The little pixie gave a cheer of delight before shooting towards Forte. He struck him in the face with his stick. Forte barely flinched.

    Forte: 5600
    Matador: 8000

    Forte’s eyes narrowed as the sprite’s attack rose to 1100.

    “You’re move bull.” Fort was REALLY getting sick of that name.

    He drew.

    Hmm, not bad, but useless right now.

    “I’ll pass.”

    Matador grinned as he drew.

    “I’ll place another card face down. And then I’ll attack with Raging Flame Sprite again!”

    As another card appeared, the sprite shot towards Forte and shot a small stream of flames at him. Forte cringed as the flames went over him.

    Forte: 4500
    Matador: 8000

    Forte drew.

    Hmm, interesting. This could be useful later.

    “I’ll play one card face down and end my turn.”

    Matador smirked as he drew.

    “Too easy. Raging Flame Sprite! Attack again!”

    Forte couldn’t hold back a cry of pain as a powerful stream of fire swept over him.

    Forte: 2400
    Matador: 8000

    “Make your last move bull!”

    He drew, and a massive grin spread on his face.

    Jackpot!

    “Alright Matador,” Forte spoke out, “All this duel you’ve been beating the crap outta me and annoying me while doing it.”

    A cruel smirk appeared on his lips.

    “But now it’s payback time. I’ll sacrifice Opticlops…”

    The fiend howled as it was engulfed by black flames. A dark figure began to emerge from them.

    “To summon the king of fiends, and my personal favourite, Dark Ruler Ha Des!”

    Forte’s fiendish king arose from the flames. He took a sip of wine before glaring at Matador with its blood red eyes and laughing. (2450/1600)

    Matador stepped back, a bit nervous of the sight of the imperial fiend before him. But he soon regained his composure.

    “Impressive, but you have to do more than that. My Raging Flame Sprite has 3100 attack points now, more then enough to crush what’s left of your lifepoints, and your fiend!”

    “Oh, but there is more!” Forte laughed, “Because now I activate my face down card! Reverse Trap!”

    Matador’s eyes widened as the trap revealed itself.

    “I suppose you already know, but in case you don’t, Reverse Trap takes all increases and decreases in attack or defence points and swaps them.”

    Matador gasped as his sprite’s attack plummeted from 3100 to 0.

    “But wait, there’s more! I now play a magic card, Servants of the Dark Ruler!”

    A magic card appeared, depicting four shadowy figures kneeling before Dark Ruler Ha Des.

    “Allow me to explain this card to you. You see, it can only be activated when Ha Des is on the field. At the cost of 500 lifepoints per monster, I can summon as many monsters as I can, as long as they have 1500 or less attack points.”

    Black flames began to appear on either side of the Dark Ruler.

    “So let me introduce to you, Skull Night #2!”

    Forte’s skeletal knight appeared on the field. Drawing its sword, its red eyes focused on Matador (1000/1200).

    “Grand Tiki Elder!”

    A ghostly figure draped in tattered purple robes and wearing a hideous mask appeared. A low, ominous moan emitted from its mask (1500/800).

    “Witty Phantom”

    A fiend with orange skin, blonde hair and wearing a black suit appeared on the field. He gave a coy grin. (1400/1300)

    “And now, Byser Shock!”

    an odd, mechanical being appeared, resembling a horseshoe of sorts. Electricity surged through its two prongs (800/600).

    Forte: 400
    Matador: 8000

    “And when Byser Shock appears on the field, all face down cards are returned to their owner’s hand!”

    Matador cried out in shock as his two traps dissolved into light and returned to his hand.

    Matador was now looking a bit pale. He had a monster with 0 attack points and his opponent had an army of fiends ready to tear him to pieces.

    Forte on the other hand was grinning with anticipation.

    “It’s payback time! Byser Shock, get rid of the sprite!”

    Electricity surged through the fiend before sending a blast towards the sprite. The little thing cried out in pain before exploding into pixels.

    Forte: 400
    Matador: 7200

    “Now then, the rest of you! Attack!!”

    Forte’s Tiki began chanting a strange incantation, as a mysterious purple aura surrounded the two. Matador began to feel dizzy, enough to not give him a chance when Forte’s Skull Knight struck him with swords, sending him to the floor. The Witty Phantom charged up to him, giving a hard kick to the side

    Forte: 400
    Matador: 3300

    Matador snapped out of it just in time to see Dark Ruler Ha Des looming over him. He tried to scramble to his feet, but not before the royal fiend took a sip of his wine before blowing out a stream of black flames. The force knocked Matador to the floor again.

    Forte: 400
    Matador: 850

    The crowd cheered as Matador struggled to his feet. Forte’s insane grin was replaced with his usual coy smirk.

    “How do you like that?” Forte chuckled in a cocky matter. Matador glared at Forte.

    “A lucky shot bull!” he snarled as he drew.

    Forte couldn’t help but chuckle.

    But of course. Luck is a major part to a good duellist

    He frowned however when he saw Matador grin.

    “I now play Graceful Charity!”

    Drawing three cards, he placed his two traps in the graveyard. He grin widened as he looked at the cards.

    “First I’ll play Level Limit Area B!”

    Forte growled as his Tiki Elder and Ha Des switched to defence mode.

    “Now I’ll play Second Coin Toss!”

    Forte raised an eyebrow as the card appeared.

    Why play that card?

    “Now I’ll summon! Abare Ushioni!”

    A monster resembling a red bull appeared on the field. It was covered with white symbols and had a third yellow eye in the centre of its forehead. It let out a crazed growl as its mad eyes stared at Forte (1200/1200).

    “But, because of Level Limit Area B, it has to go in defence mode, not that it matters.”

    The bull snorted, but knelt down.

    “Why’d you summon that thing?” Forte asked, “It can’t stand up to my cards and besides, it can’t even attack!”

    Matador gave a smug grin.

    “But it can, or at leats, its effect can. Once per turn, I can flip a coin. If I call it right, it’ll do 1000 damage to my opponent’s life points. If I call it wrong, the same will happen to me.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed.

    “That’s a pretty risky move Matador.”

    Matador laughed.

    “We matador’s love risk!”

    “Really? I never would have guessed by the way you were hiding behind your trap cards!” Matador’s smug expression turned into a snarl.

    “What was that?”

    “Face it. Throughout this entire duel you’ve been hiding behind your trap cards. In fact, this is the first time you don’t have a trap card on the field!”

    “Enough! Abare, activated your effect!”

    A gold coin appeared in Matador’s hand.

    “Heads!”

    He flipped it. It rung in the air before falling to the ground.

    Tails.

    “Aw, too bad,” Forte said in a mocking turn.

    “Not so fast! Thanks to Second Coin Toss, I can do a re-toss!”

    A second coin appeared in Matador’s hand.

    “This time, I’ll call it tails!” he said, flipping the coin into the air.

    Everything was silent as it almost hummed in the air.

    This is it. Whoever looses this toss looses the duel. Come on baby, daddy needs a trip to Japan!

    The coin landed in the centre of the arena.

    Heads.

    Forte smirked.

    “As I was saying before, Aww too bad.” Forte laughed. Matador growled angrily.

    “Luck!” he barked, Pure luck!”

    Forte laughed.

    “Don’t get mad at me! It was your coin,” forte smirked, “besides, you have more important things to worry about.”

    Matador paled. His Abare Ushioni was no glaring at him, its expression similar to that of a mad dog.

    “Let’s see you fight this bull!” Forte laughed.

    As if on cue, the monster turned and charged right at Matador. The air was smashed form his lungs as the bull gored him.

    Forte: 400
    Matador: 0

    “And the winner is, Forte Rosamund!”

    The crowd cheered as Forte turned and headed towards the exit.

    “Luck!”

    Forte looked back to see Matador was on his feet, glaring at Forte.

    “It was nothing but luck!” he barked. Forte smirked.

    “But of course,” he responded, “There are three things that make a good duellist. One, power, and lots of it. Two, skill, and three, a hell of a lot of luck!”

    Forte laughed as he turned and left the arena, leaving a fuming matador to glare at his back.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “So he’s Forte Rosamund huh?”

    The young woman had watched Forte’s duel.

    “He’s pretty good. An arrogant little bastard, but good none the less.”

    She got up, picking up the duel disk sitting next to her.

    “I’d better get ready. My match should be coming up soon.”


    Card Name: Servants of the Dark Ruler
    Card Type: Magic
    Type: Normal
    Image: Four shadowy figures are kneeling before Dark Ruler Ha Des.
    Description: This card can only be activated when “Dark Ruler Ha Des” is on the field. Special Summon as many fiend type monsters with 1500 attack or less as you have free spaces. The controller of this card must pay 500 life points for every monster special summoned

    Reece here ladies and gents. Next up, It’s my turn in the tournament as my first match begins. This opponent however, well, let’s just say that she unnerves me a bit.

    But, nothing a little shock therapy wont fix.

    Stick around for the next chapter Bug Zapper. See you there.

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    Okay, a little better, but I still have a few nits to pick.

    First, this was a little short. A good plot needs something a bit more drawn out.

    Second, did you even keep track of the number of cards that the two duelists had at each point of the duel? I didn't keep track, but it's very likely that Forte played more cards than he had in his hand at one point. Same for Matador. You can't make the mistake of giving each duelist a limitless hand.

    Second, some moves just didn't make sense. Why did Matador even bother using Level Limit Area B? Abare Ushioni's effect would have ended the duel one way or another, so he didn't have to worry about protecting it.

    Third, you need much more description.

    Fourth, Forte is using a lot of cards that no good duelist would use. A good fiend duelist would not waste space in his deck with Grand Tiki Elder unless he intended to summon Des Guardius. Malice Doll of Demise is only good if Forte has Ectoplasmer, and we don't know if he does or not. Byser Shock is worthless - Giant Trunade does the same thing, and it doesn't expose your Life Points to an attack. Witty Phantom isn't good for anything except drawing Master of Paradox's attention.

    Continue to work on it. This was better than the first version, but it still needs work.


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    Wow, LONG time between this chapter and the last one (almost a month) but you managed to get it out, so that's all that matters.

    Eh, the "Matador" duelist wasn't much (basically, he stalls until his opponent attacks, and he just counters everything), but it was fun to watch his ass get kicked by Forte again.

    Definitely listen to some of the stuff that Dark Sage is telling you, because they make sense, and they can help you out ALOT

    I'm looking foward to Reece's duel, so get up ASAP

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    You bring upvery VERY good points DS. Hmm, what would you suggest?

    EDIT: The reason why I didn't use Giant Trunade was that it gets rid of ALL the cards on the field, getting rid of Forte's Reverse Trap and preventing him from destroying Raging Flame Sprite.
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    God, I am SO sorry I took so long! School's been a total bitch and it's driving me nuts! Please don't hate me.
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    Chapter 3: Bug Zapper

    Hmm, “Battle to Domino” huh?

    The trench coat clad figure examined the poster on the wall of the university.

    I’ve failed to get the avatar at the moment, maybe I‘ll find some compensation here. Maybe the master will forgive me if I bring back some promising recruits.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Hey, Forte!”

    Forte turned from his rummaging to see Reece walking up behind him.

    “Hey Reece,” he called back. He noticed the confused look on his friend’s face.

    “What?”

    “Um, what exactly are you doing?”

    Forte shrugged.

    “Well, I’m hungry, so I’m getting something to eat.”

    Reece raised an eyebrow.

    “In other words, you’re raiding the cafeteria. Isn’t that stealing?”

    Forte gestured around the empty cafeteria.

    “No one’s around. Besides, it’s just a few chocolates and such.”

    Reece just stared. Forte sighed.

    “Fine,” he pulled some money out of his pocket and leaved it next to the cash register, “There, happy now?”

    Reece grinned.

    “Very. By the way, nice duel”

    Forte shrugged.

    “It wasn’t that great.”

    Reece laughed.

    “Yeah right! The only reason you won was by pure luck.”

    “It was his own fault.”

    “Explain.”

    “Well, if Matador had any brains what-so-ever, he would have attacked me with Abare Ushioni instead of using its effect. Also, him playing Level Limit Area B was completely pointless. The duel would have been over on that turn.”

    Reece smirked.

    “And what about a certain someone putting such weak monsters into his deck AND leaving Byser Shock in attack mode?”

    Forte shrugged.

    “Well, I had to find cards that work with Servants of the Dark Ruler. As for Byser Shock, well, everyone makes mistakes.”

    Just then, the loud speaker crackled to life.

    “Would Reece Armaverick and Sarah Hopkins please report to the gymnasium for your match.”

    “Well, I’d guess I’d better get going,” Reece said before turning to leave.

    “Good luck dude.”

    Reece suddenly stopped and spun around.

    “By the way, could I have my Emergency Provisions card back?”

    “Sure.”

    Forte took the card out of his deck and handed it to Reece.

    “By the way, didn’t I give you a card in exchange?”

    Reece gave a pleading grin.

    “Can I give it back after my duel.”

    Forte laughed.

    “Sure mate, now get outta here! You’re going to be late.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Ladies and Gentlemen! It’s time for the second match of the day! Please welcome Reece Armaverick and Sarah Hopkins!”

    Sarah seemed like your average girl. She looked about fifteen or sixteen, and stood at about 4’56’’. She wore a white undershirt, a light brown jacket, which was done up, and matching skirt, white socks and sneakers. Her brown hair was cut short and her hazel looked one from behind a pair of round glasses. Overall, she reminded him sort of like one of those African explorers, only without those helmets.

    Sarah looked Reece over.

    “So you’re my opponent huh?” she asked. Reece just nodded. Suddenly, a happy smile spread across her face.

    “Ok then,” she chirped cheerfully, “You don’t look like much, but I think I’ll still feed you to my collection!”

    Reece was taken aback by the girl’s comment.

    Collection? What the…?

    “Let’s duel!” Sarah cheered.

    Reece: 8000
    Sarah: 8000

    “Can I go first?” she asked with a big smile on her face. Reece was a bit unnerved by this and simply nodded. Sarah bounced with glee as she drew. Reece was really beginning to question this girl’s sanity.

    “I summon Girochin Kuwagata in attack mode!”

    A purple, humanoid beetle appeared before Sarah, a stag beetle with large mandibles. In between its mandibles was a human face smirking at Reece (1700/1000).

    “And that ends my turn!” Sarah announced.

    Reece drew, a bit creeped out by this girl.

    Bugs huh?

    He looked at his hand.

    Hmm, not bad. I could use these.

    “I summon Thunder Knight in attack mode!”

    There was a crash of thunder, and a knight in golden armour and a cape appeared. His eyes glowed white as he crackled with electricity (1300/1200). The knight’s sword surged with energy as his attacks rose to 1700.

    “This monster’s attack increases by 400 for every thunder monster on the field, including himself.”

    Reece smirked as he pulled out another card.

    “And I’ll also play this card face down and end my turn.”

    A face down card materialized before Reece.

    Sarah drew and giggled again.

    “First, I’ll summon Pinch Hopper in attack mode!”

    A large green grasshopper appeared next to the Kuwagata. It instantly began chirping, as all grasshoppers do (1000/1200).

    “And now, I’ll sacrifice it with this, Insect Imitation!”

    A magic card appeared behind Pinch Hopper. It had a picture of a nest of green insect eggs, which were about to hatch. Pinch Hopper was engulfed in light and a green egg appeared in its place.

    “This card allows me to sacrifice one card, and in its place special summon any insect monster that’s one level higher then it from my deck.”

    She pulled out her deck and searched. She found the card, shuffled her deck and put it back in her disk.

    “And I’ll place this one in defence mode.”

    The egg hatched and in its place was a face down card.

    “And now, since Pinch Hopper was sent to the graveyard, I can special summon another insect from my hand. And I’ll summon this one, Petit Moth in defence mode!”

    A small greenish caterpillar appeared next to the Kuwagata. It curled up into a little ball (300/200).

    “And I’ll now equip it with Cacoon of Evolution!”

    The petit moth shot threads from it’s ‘mouth’, wrapping itself in cacoon. By the end, it was a large pink cacoon (0/2000).

    “And finally, I’ll place one card face down and end my turn.”

    The card materialized as Reece drew. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was doing.

    She’s trying to summon The Great Moth. I‘ve got four turns before I’ve got a problem on my hands, or six until I’ve got a REALLY big problem on my hands.

    He looked at his cards.

    Thankfully, I’ll get that thing out of the way in one.

    “I’ll summon Thunder Nyan Nyan in attack mode!”

    An unusual monster appeared before Reece. She resembled a cross between a girl and a cat. She was surrounded by a small floating drum kit. She did a small drum solo, giggling when she was done (1900/800).

    Reece smirked. Not only did he have to worry about its effect, since nearly all the cards in his deck were light monsters, but since she was a thunder monster, Thunder Knight’s attack now rose to 2100.

    “Now then, since you’re strong enough now, Thunder Knight, destroy the Cacoon of Evolution with Lightning Blade!”

    Lightning charged through the knight’s sword as he lunged forward, ready to slice the Cacoon in two.

    “Hold it!” Sarah laughed, “I activate my trap card! Attracting Scent!”

    The face down card rose up, showing an image of an insect giving off a strange musk, attracting a worrier.

    “This card can only work if I have and insect on the field. It allows me to redirect your attack onto one of my insects. So, I’ll make you attack my face down card!”

    A purple haze rose from the face down monster and surrounded the knight. He stopped dead, inches before the cacoon and his glowing eyes fell on the face down monster. He let out a cry before diving at it and slicing it in two.

    It resembled a man-eater bug, only more deadlier looking with massive horns and a more complex exoskeleton. It let out a loud hiss before exploding into pixels.

    “Nobleman-Eater Bug!?” Reece cried. Sarah giggled.

    “Yep, and when it’s flipped, it gets to destroy TWO of your monsters. Isn’t that neat?”

    Out of nowhere, the insect reappeared, latching itself onto the Thunder Knight and squeezing it tightly, causing him to explode into pixels. I then leaped onto Thunder Nyan Nyan and did the same. The insect then vanished.

    Reece was now in big trouble. Not only was that damn cacoon still there, but now his side was completely empty, and Sarah had another monster on the field as well.

    “Anything else?” Sarah asked.

    “No, I’ll end my turn,” Reece responded, trying to hide his nervousness. It obviously didn’t work as Sarah grinned as she drew.

    “First, I’ll play Premature Burial to bring back Pinch Hopper!”

    The ground opened up and the grasshopper hopped back onto the field (1000/1200).

    Reece: 5200
    Sarah: 7200

    “Now, I’ll sacrifice both Pinch Hopper and Girochin Kuwagata to summon Metal Armored Bug!”

    Both insects disappeared a were replaced by a large, metal covered beetle. Only a few patches of flesh could be seen through the plates of armour. It’s green eyes looked up at Reece and it gave a sharp clicking sound (2800/1500).

    “And now, Metal Armored Bug, attack him directly!”

    With a loud screech, the large insect curled into a ball and rolled into Reece at high speed. The red head was knocked flat by the attack.

    Reece: 5200
    Sarah: 7200

    --------------~*~--------------

    Forte frowned as he watched Reece climb to his feet.

    “Not a bad strategy,” Forte spoke to himself, “Now Reece is completely defenceless, his opponent has a powerful monster on the field and now he can’t stop her from summoning that giant bug in six turns.”

    He looked at his friend.

    “That is, unless he can summon something strong enough to destroy that thing in one turn. He’s done it before, let’s hope he can do it now.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    Reece groaned as his body ached all over. He felt like he’d been run over by a steamroller.

    “You’re move!” Sarah chirped, grinning. Reece snarled as he drew.

    Hmm, interesting…It’s worth a shot.

    “First, I’ll play the magic card, Card Destruction!”

    The card appeared in front of Reece.

    “Now, normally, we’d both discard and redraw, but since you have no cards in your hand, only I benefit from this!”

    Reece discarded his hand and drew four cards.

    Hmm, not what I’m looking for, but it’s useful.

    “I set one monster face down in defence and end my turn.”

    The face down card appeared before Reece.

    Sarah drew.

    “Metal Armored Bug, attack the face down card!”

    The bug rolled the card flat. The form of a glowing blonde angel appeared before shattering into pieces. Reece smirked.

    “Thanks. That was a Shining Angel you just destroyed. Now I can use its effect to special summon one light monster with 1500 attack points or less from my deck.”

    Reece removed his deck from his disk and flicked through it. He smiled and pulled out the card he wanted. He shuffled his deck and put it back in the disk.

    “and I’ll summon this one, Batteryman AA!”

    There was a crackle of electricity and a small figure appeared. His body was a battery, but he had small, orange arms, legs and head. His green eyes lite up (0/0)

    “Now, while Batteryman’s attack is supposed to be 0, he gains 1000 attack and defence points for every batteryman AA on the field, including himself.”

    Batteryman glowed with power as his attack and defence points rose to 1000.

    “Any more moves Sarah?”

    Sarah shook her head and Reece drew.

    “I’ll switch Batteryman into defence mode and end my turn.”

    Batteryman knelt down and shielded itself with its arms.

    Sarah drew, and grinned.

    “I’ll summon Neo Bug in attack mode!”

    A giant, flying green insect with blade like mandibles and blade son its thorax appeared on the field. It let out a loud buzz as its dull red eyes looked at Reece and Batteryman (1800/1700).

    “Now, Neo Bug, destroy Batteryman AA!”

    The bug gave a loud buzz as it dove towards Batteryman and gripped it with its mandibles. The thunder monster let out a low hum before exploding into pixels.

    “Now, Metal Armored Bug, attack directly!”

    Reece was able to keep himself upright this time as the massive bug rolled into him.

    Reece: 2400
    Sarah: 7200

    “You’re turn!”

    Reece was getting annoyed with Sarah perky attitude. He drew.

    “I really must thank you,” he said as a smirk appeared on his face. Sarah looked confused.

    “What? For what?”

    “For destroying Batteryman.”

    Now Sarah was really confused.

    “But, why?”

    “Because I can now play this! Battery Charger!”

    A magic card appeared, with the image of an odd machine with a battery shaped grove in it.

    “What does that do?”

    “This card allows my to bring my Batteryman AA back from the graveyard at the cost of 500 points.”

    He machine appeared on the field. It roared into life before opening up and Batteryman AA stepped out (0/0)-(1000/1000).

    Reece: 1900
    Sarah: 7200

    “But why play that card?” Sarah asked.

    “Simple,” Reece held back a laugh, ‘Because now I can play this card! Reckless Inferno Summon!”

    A card with the image of skeletons bursting out of the ground appeared on the field.

    “When I bring a monster with 1500 attack points or less back from the graveyard, I can special summon any other monsters with the same name from my deck, hand or graveyard!”

    He pulled his deck out again and searched through it.

    “And what luck, they were on the bottom too. Now I’ll bring my other two Batteryman AA onto the field!”

    With two blasts of electricity, two more Batterymen appeared on the field.

    “However, the card allows you to do the same, so go ahead.”

    Sarah reached into her graveyard.

    “I’ll bring back Pinch Hopper!”

    The grass hopper appeared on the field a third time (1000/1200).

    “You only have one?” Reece asked. Sarah just nodded and Reece merely shrugged.

    An awesome amount of electricity began to course between the three.

    “Now, since there’s three Batteryman AA on the field, well, you can guess what’ll happen.”

    Sarah gulped as the Batterymen’s attacks rose to 3000.

    “Now then, first, let’s get a little revenge on those bugs of yours! Batteryman AA, attack Pinch Hopper!!”

    The thunder monster gave a high pitched hum before sending a blast of thunder at the insect. It screeched before exploding.

    Reece: 1900
    Sarah: 6000

    “Now, Batteryman number two, attack Metal Armored Bug!”

    The giant bug let out one final screech as it met the same fate as the other insect.

    Reece: 1900
    Sarah: 5000

    “And now, so you wont get the chance to summon that thing to the field, Batteryman number three, attack the Cacoon of Evolution!”

    Electricity coursed through the giant Cacoon, before it exploded in a blast of puss! Unfortunately, some of it landed on Reece.

    “Eww, bug guts,” Reece said disgusted, as he tried to wipe the gunk off. Then he noticed something.

    Sarah was laughing.

    “What’s so funny?” Reece asked, “I’ve pretty much just destroyed your chances of winning this duel.”

    Sarah giggled.

    “Oh did you? Look again!”

    Reece looked, and gasped. Something was moving where the Cacoon of Evolution was.

    “But…how!? I destroyed it!”

    Sarah grinned.

    “Bugs have a greater chance of survival. Did you know that if the world went into a nuclear holocaust right now, only insects would survive?”

    Reece wasn’t listening, he was busy looking at that moving form.

    “Anyway, Great Moth is the strongest of all insects and so it has a greater chance of being removed from its Cacoon a lot faster. I give you, Survivor Great Moth!”

    The form burst from the remains of its cacoon. And Reece immediately wished it had stayed there.

    It resembled a mutilated great moth. Some of it’s limbs looked like it was still growing, it’s exoskeleton barely covered its body, revealing its fleshy body. It was having trouble keeping airborne. It let out a mangled cry (3500/0).

    “That…is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen!”

    Sarah frowned.

    “Well if you had let him grow, he wouldn’t look like that!” she snapped indignantly, “Survivor Great Moth, blow away one of those annoying Batterymen!”

    Flapping its wings frantically, the giant bug managed to conjure up a powerful hurricane. Reece shielded his eyes. As the storm cleared, only two batterymen were left.

    Reece: 1400
    Sarah: 5000

    Sarah giggled.

    “Since one of them is gone, your Batterymen now go down to 2000 attack, right?”

    Reece snarled, she was right.

    “Aww, don’t feel too bad. Because it was hatched too early, Survivor Great Moth looses 500 attack points each turn.”

    It’s a bloody insect Berserk Dragon!

    “I’ll now summon Leghul in attack mode!”

    A large purple centipede like monster appeared next to Survivor Great Moth. It’s fiendish eyes locked on Reece (300/350).

    “And this adorable little guy can attack your lifepoints directly!” Sarah laughed. Reece’s face remained grim.

    “Now, Leghul, attack Reece’s life points directly!”

    The insect shot forward.

    “Activate Trap card!” Reece shouted, “Thunder Barrier!”

    Electricity charged between the two Batteryman and formed a wall between the two, stopping Leghul in its tracks.

    “Wha!?”

    Reece smirked.

    “This trap can only be activated when I have to thunder monsters on the field. As long as I have two, I cannot be attacked directly. You wouldn’t believe how many guys I’ve faced who use cards like Leghul.”

    Sarah growled, but then brightened up again.

    “I’ll end my turn” Sarah said cheerfully. Reece drew…

    …And he grinned like a maniac.

    Oh thank you Lord in Heaven!

    He held back a laugh, but couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, which Sarah noticed.

    “What are you so happy about?” she asked.

    “Oh, nothing,” Reece laughed, “I just drew the card that’ll save my ass, that’s all! First, I’ll switch one of my Batterymen into defence mode.”

    One of the Batterymen shielded itself with its arms.

    “And now, I’ll sacrifice the second to summon Superelectromagnetic Voltect Dragon!”

    The last Batteryman was engulfed in a blast of thunder. Out of the surging electricity stood a large and deadly looking form. It resembled a metallic dragon, electricity coursed through it and its limbs and head were connected to its body by a stream of electricity. There was a small opening on its back. The Batteryman reappeared, jumping onto its back and inserting itself into the opening. The dragon’s eyes glowed and it roared into life. (2400/1000)

    Sarah was a bit taken aback by the sight, but soon calmed down.

    “Scary,” she said, grinning, “But it doesn’t hold a candle to Survivor Great Moth.”

    “Oh really,” Reece’s grin remained plastered to his face, “Voltect Dragon! Attack that bug with E.M. Blast!”

    Electricity charged in the dragon’s mouth before firing a burst of electricity at the Survivor Great Moth. The insect cried out as the voltage charged through it and to Sarah’s horror, it crashed to the ground before bursting into pixels.

    Reece: 1400
    Sarah:4600

    “WHA!?” Sarah cried, “How could it have won? It’s 800 attack points too weak!”

    Reece laughed.

    “Oh really? Look again.”

    Sarah looked over at the dragon and gasped. The dragon’s attack was now 3400.

    “But…but how!?”

    “Well,” Reece smirked, “When summoned properly, Voltect Dragon can be VERY useful. For example, when I sacrifice a Batteryman AA for it, it gains 1000 attack points!”

    Sarah gulped.

    “And,” Reece grinned sinisterly, “That’s not all.”

    “It…it’s not?”

    “I’m afraid not. But, you’ll find out as they come to light. For now, I’ll end my turn.”

    Sarah drew nervously, and then grinned when she saw the card.

    “I’ll set this monster face down in defence mode,” the card appeared next to Neo Bug, “and now I’ll switch my two monsters into defence mode,” she said, returning to her cheerfulness, “You’re turn.”

    Reece eyed the card suspiciously as he drew.

    Then a question popped into mind.

    “Hey Sarah,” he asked, “Can I ask you something?”

    Sarah shrugged.

    “Sure.”

    “Why are you doing this?”

    Sarah was confused.

    “What?”

    “Why do you wanna go to Japan? You don’t seem like the girl who wants to go site seeing.”

    Sarah grinned.

    “That’s easy. I wanna see and collect all the types of bugs over in Japan!”

    “Figures,” Reece muttered under his breath.

    “I also want to meet my hero.”

    Reece looked up, “Hero?”

    Sarah sighed dreamily, “Weevil Underwood.”

    Reece’s jaw dropped.

    “You like Weevil Underwood!?” He asked, keeping himself from shouting it out.

    Sarah sighed again, which Reece took as a yes. He shook his head.

    That’s it, this girl’s nuts!

    “So why do you wanna go to Japan?” Sarah asked.

    “Well,” Reece shrugged, “I’ve got this friend who’s gone nuts and wants to take on Yugi Mutou. I wanna be there to see him get his ass handed to him.”

    Sarah giggled.

    “Of course he is. After all, Yugi beat Weevil.”

    “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, Superelectromagnetic Voltect Dragon! Attack Leghul!”

    With one blast of thunder, Sarah’s little centipede was blown away.

    “You’re turn.”

    Sarah giggled as she drew.

    “First of all, I’ll flip my face down monster face up! Man-Eater Bug!”

    Reece gasped as the grotesque insect appeared and latched itself onto his dragon. It let out a final roar before exploding into pixels and voltage.

    I should have guessed.

    He snarled as Sarah’s giggling grew louder.

    “And now, I’ll sacrifice Man-Eater bug and Neo Bug to summon, Ultimate Insect lvl7!!”

    The two insects vanished in a mighty whirlwind and a monstrous insect emerged. It had a metallic blue shell, a red head and underbelly and golden, spear-like mandibles. The deafening sound of its large wings filled the arena (2600/1200).

    “Wha!? Don’t you have to go through levels 1, 3 and 5 before summoning that thing?” Reece cried.

    Sarah shook her head, “Only if I want to use its effect. But since I don’t have time to, I’ll settle for what I have. Ultimate Insect, destroy his Batteryman with Sonic Maelstrom!”

    The droning sound of the insects wings grew louder, causing almost everyone in the room to cover their ears. The sound could almost be visible as it pounded Reece’s small thunder monster into nothing.

    As the sound died down, Sarah grinned.

    “Your turn.”

    Reece drew.

    What is it with me today? Does Lady Luck love me or something?

    He smiled.

    “Sorry to break this to you,” he said, his smile widening, “But this duel’s over.”

    “Oh no it’s not!” Sarah pouted indignantly, “I’ve got a level seven monster and you don’t have anything! There’s no way you can summon anything to destroy it in one turn.”

    Reece laughed.

    “Oh, but I can,” he laughed ,”And I did, in fact, as I recall, I summoned THREE of them. And now I’ll do it again. I play Magic Revival Machine!”

    A magic card appeared on the field. It’s image depicting an odd, yet sleek machine. It was charged with electricity and magical energy.

    “This card,” Reece explained, “Allows both of us to bring on magic card from the graveyard to our hands.”

    Both reached into their graveyards and each pulled out a card.

    “Now,” Reece announced, “I’ll play Battery Charger to bring Batteryman AA back from the graveyard!”

    The charger appeared and Batteryman AA stepped out (0/0)-(1000/1000).

    Reece: 900
    Sarah: 4600

    “And now, I’ll play Inferno Reckless Summon again!”

    The other two Batterymen burst up from the ground, standing next to their brother. (0/0)-(3000/3000).

    “That’s cheating!” Sarah whined, “You took two cards from your graveyard!”

    “No I didn’t!” Reece reached into his graveyard and pulled out two copies of Battery Charger, “I’ve got multiple copies of this card. Inferno Reckless Summon was the card I got with my Magic Revival Machine.”

    Sarah was afraid now, Reece had three monsters that could revival the Blue Eyes White Dragon, and she only had one which couldn’t compete.

    “Batteryman #1!” Reece ordered, “Destroy Ultimate Insect!”

    The giant insect met the same fate as those before it at the hands of the Batteryman

    Reece: 900
    Sarah: 4200

    “And now…”

    “That’s overkill!” Sarah cried. Reece chuckled.

    “No,” he responded, reaching for a card in his hand, “This would be overkill.”

    He showed her the card, Chthonian Alliance.

    “This card would raise one of my Batteryman’s attack to 4600. But, that would be cruel.”

    His smirk broadened.

    “Besides, you’re clearly in need for some Shock Therapy! Batteryman #2 and Batteryman #3, attack!”

    Sarah screamed as the two attacks struck her. As the blinding light that followed died down, she was on her back. You could almost see her smouldering.

    Reece: 900
    Sarah: 0

    Sarah whimpered in pain as the crowd cheered. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw Reece standing over her.

    However, the red head gave her a warm smile and extended his hand.

    “Need a hand?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Hmm, interesting.”

    The man in the trench coat had watched Reece’s match. Needless to say, he was impressed. Thunder monsters, let alone Batterymen, were not an easy type of monster to use.

    He pulled out a small note pad and scribbled his name down on it.

    “He’s definitely worth considering recruitment. Let’s see how far he gets in the tournament.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Nice duel Reece.”

    Reece turned to see his lavender haired friend walking up to him.

    “Thanks mate,” The red head responded.

    Forte’s posture and expression changed to one as if he was judging a painting.

    “You slipped up a bit in the beginning, what with her almost finishing you in the first few moves, but you recovered quite well.”

    Reece laughed.

    “And this is coming from someone who almost lost to a guy dressed as a Matador.”

    The pair laughed.

    “Well, I’d better get something to eat,” Reece said, turning to head for the cafeteria, “Duelling really works up an appetite.”

    He was about to walk away when he felt Forte’s hand grip his shoulder.

    “Oh, Reece.”

    Reece looked back.

    “Yeah?”

    Forte had an evil expression on his face as his grip tightened.

    “What was that you said about me being crazy?”

    Reece gulped. He began struggling as Forte pulled him along.

    “Oh, come on mate. You and I both know it’s nuts! Don’t take it personally!”

    He then spotted the door to the men’s room.

    “No, not that! Anything but that!”

    Reece’s cry echoed throughout the University, accompanied by the sound of a toilet flushing.

    Name: Thunder Knight
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Thunder/Effect
    Attribute: Light
    Level: 4
    Attack: 1300
    Defence: 1200
    Effect: This card gains 4oo attack points for every THUNDER monster on the field.

    Thunder Knight appeared in Yu-Gi-Oh GX, credit goes to the writers.

    Name: Attracting Scent
    Card Type: Trap
    Trap Type: Normal
    Image: A basic insect giving off a purple musk, attracting a nearby worrier.
    Effect: This card activates when your opponent declares an attack. If the player has an insect monster on the field, redirect the attack onto that card.

    Name: Survivor Great Moth
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Insect/Effect
    Attribute: Earth
    Level: 10
    Attack: 3500
    Defence: 0
    Effect: This card cannot be normal summoned or set. This card can only be special summoned when "Cacoon of Evolution" is destroyed as a result of battle. At each of the player's end phases, reduce the attack of this monster by 500.

    Name:Thunder Barrier
    Card Type: Trap
    Trap Type: Continuous
    Image: A Batteryman AA and a Batteryman D generating a wall of electricity between them. A shadowy figure stands behind the barrier.
    Effect: As long as the player has two or more THUNDER monsters on their side of the field, all Direct Damage is negated unless it’s a cost. If there are less then two THUNDER monsters on the players field, destroy this card.

    Name: Magic Revival Machine
    Card Type: Magic
    Magic Type: Normal
    Image: An odd, yet sleek machine. It’s surging with electrical and magical energy.
    Effect: Both the player and opponent place one magic card from their graveyard to their hand.

    Hey, Forte here. Now that Reece’s duel is over, it’s time to get back to me! I finally meet a girl who isn’t crazy about me and now I have to beat her into the dirt. Then again, she has to try and do the same to me.

    I hope she doesn’t hate me for this.

    Stick around for the next chapter Smelling the Roses. Hope to see you there.

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    Interesting. You didn't make that many blatent mistakes this time (I'm not sure if Insect Imitation can summon something in facedown Defense Position), but you may want to check the spelling (you put "you're" when you should have put "your" a few times).

    Reese's Thunder Deck is pretty unique. I should probably point out that Thunder Knight is from a second season episode of GX. I'm guessing Reese has Zaborg in his deck, but who knows?

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    Oops, sorry about that. lol.

    And yes, Insect Immitation can. The monster can be special summoned either face up in attack mode, or face down in defence mode.

    Thanks for the compliment and thanks for your help.
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    Nice duel. Oh, by the way, in your new cards section, you forgot to put the level of the monsters.
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    Chapter 4: Smelling the Roses

    Reece glared at Forte through his now soaking bangs.

    “Was that really necessary?” he said in a dangerous tone, his eyes fixed on his ‘friend’. The ‘friend’ in question just shrugged.

    “Well, you insulted me, and I cannot allow that to go unpunished,” he replied casually.

    “But did you have to give me a royal flush!?”

    “But will I ever get the opportunity to do it again.”

    “Knowing you, yes.”

    Forte shrugged again.

    “True.”

    If looks could kill, Reece would be throttling the life out of Forte right there and then. In fact, he almost would have if the loud speaker didn’t crackle to life.

    “Would Forte Rosamund and Rosette Tansmern please report to the gymnasium.”

    “Rosette Tansmern huh?” Forte said absently, “Well, let’s just hope she’s not as nuts as your opponent Reece.”

    The red head laughed.

    “Are you kidding? With your luck, you’ll probably get stuck with some crazy fan girl who’ll be too busy drooling over you to actually duel.”

    Forte shrugged.

    “An easy win for me then,” he laughed as he turned and headed for his next round of duelling, “I’ll see you later mate.”

    I’ll be watching,” Reece gave his friend a thumbs up.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Now ladies and gentlemen!” Mimi screeched, “It’s now time for the second round of the “Fight to Domino” tournament! First up, you know him! You love him! And some of you want to have his babies! It’s the Devil Man, Forte Rosamund!”

    Forte closed his eyes as he gave a small chuckle. Did she really have to throw in the baby comment?

    “And his opponent! Rosette Tansmern!”

    “That’s Rose!”

    Forte looked over at his opponent and gave a small smile. It was the woman from before, the one he met before his ‘match’ with Matador.

    “Um,” Mimi looked at the card in her hand, “But the card says…”

    “I know, just call me Rose ok?”

    “Ok, ok. It’s Forte Rosamund versus Rose!”

    The girl smiled.

    “Better.”

    Forte’s smile turned into his trademark smirk.

    “Well, well, well,” he said, “fancy seeing you again.”

    Rose frowned for a second and then smirked.

    “Well,” she replied, “It’s real pleasure seeing you again as well Forte.”

    “Ah, I see you’ve heard of me.”

    “Well, I did see your last match against Matador.”

    A smug expression appeared on Forte’s face.

    “So, what did you think of me?”

    Rose pretended to think for a moment.

    “Well, I think you’re an arrogant and sadistic bastard.”

    Ouch.

    “I meant, what did you think of my skill.”

    “Well, you’re pretty good. Though I still think you’re a bastard.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed.

    “I was going to go a bit easy on you because I think you’re cute, but I think I wont now.”

    Rose shrugged.

    “Whatever. Just don’t spend the whole duel staring at my chest.”

    “Geez, I make one comment about that and you act like I’m a pervert!”

    “Let’s just duel.”

    “Whatever, Rosette.”

    “It’s Rose!”

    Forte: 8000
    Rose: 8000

    “Ladies first.”

    Rose drew.

    “I start by playing the field card, Forest!”

    The whole room shook as trees and other plant life rose up from the floor. The whole room became a small, indoor forest, complete with holographic birds.

    “Now, I’ll summon Grass Phantom in defence mode!”

    It resembled a giant and rather gruesome bulb. It had small purple tentacles extending from it’s stem. It had a ghoulish face, and it let out a low gurgle (1000/1000)-(1200/1200).

    Forte was a bit grossed out by it, although he really shouldn’t, he’d seen worse.

    He drew.

    “I summon Gil Garth in attack mode!”

    A strange, humanoid machine appeared before Forte. It’s body was mode of a blue and purple alloy and it held a glowing green scimitar in its hand (1800/1200).

    “Now, don’t let the appearance fool you. Gil Garth’s a fiend, not a machine. But that’s not the point! Gil Garth, it’s time we cleared out that weed! Attack!”

    Rose’s monster didn’t get time to react before Garth sliced it in two with its sword. It let out one final gurgle before exploding into pixels.

    “And I’ll end my turn on that note.”

    Rose drew, and smiled.

    “I summon another Grass Phantom, in defence mode!”

    Another of Rose’s plants appeared, much like the first, only, Forte noticed something different about it.

    “Wait a minute!” he said, “Doesn’t Grass Phantom have only 1000 attack and defence points?”

    Rose nodded.

    “Ok, so why does it have 1500 points now!?”

    It was true, Rose’s monster had gone up 500 points (not including the points it got from the forest).

    “Well,” Rose smirked, “When Grass Phantom’s on the field, it gains 500 attack and defence points for every Grass Phantom in the grave yard. And since you destroyed one last turn, it only makes sense.”

    Forte groaned. She was right (1000/1000)-(1700/1700).

    “Now, since Grass Phantom’s not strong enough to beat your card, I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte drew. She was right, Gil Garth could easily beat Grass Phantom, even with its boost.

    He grinned. time to do some damage.

    “First of all,” Forte said, “I’ll summon Opticlops in attack mode!”

    Forte’s fiend appeared next to Gil Garth and roared at Rose (1800/1700).

    “Now, Opticlops, attack Grass Phantom!”

    The monster bellowed as it swung its giant arms like a club, smashing the plant monster to pieces in an instance.

    “Now, Gil Garth, attack directly!”

    Rose just managed to shield herself as Forte’s fiend attacked. She just barely managed to keep from falling to her knees.

    Forte: 8000
    Rose: 6200

    “You’re turn.”

    Rose drew.

    “I’ll now summon my third Grass Phantom, this time in attack mode!”

    With a disturbing gurgle, Rose’s third phantom appeared on the field (1000/1000)-(2200/2200).

    “Now then, since it’s strong enough, Grass Phantom, destroy Gil Garth!”

    Letting out what was a combination of a gurgle and a moan, the phantom’s tentacle’s shot out, wrapping up Gil Garth. Giving one large squeeze, the phantom crushed Forte’s fiend like a can before it exploded into pixels.

    Forte: 7600
    Rose: 6200

    “I’ll also throw one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte drew as the card appeared.

    Not bad.

    “I sacrifice Opticlops to summon Inferno Hammer in attack mode!”

    With a burst of flame, Forte’s cycloptic fiend was gone, and a more powerful looking one emerged. It had a large, muscular, slightly fat body, wearing nothing by green, torn pants and a green jewel embedded in it’s stomach. In contract to its body, the monster’s head was a small skull. Like it’s name suggested, it wielded a giant war hammer (2400/0).

    Forte smirked.

    “Now, about your weed. Inferno Hammer! Attack Grass Phantom with hammer of hell!”

    The fiend stomped over to Rose’s monster before raising its hammer over its head. It let out a bellow and was about to deliver the kill when…

    “I activate my trap card! Wall of Thorns!”

    Rose’s card lifted to reveal a picture of a worrier standing before a wall of thorn covered vines.

    Forte gasped as thousands of vines covered in thorns shot up from the ground. They formed a wall between Rose’s phantom and Forte’s fiend, just as the hammer went down.

    Inferno Hammers attack bounced harmlessly off the wall, causing the fiend to stagger back.

    Forte snarled and Rose grinned.

    “You see Forte,” she explained, “Wall of Thorns can only be activated when a plant monster is being attacked. Not only does it stop the attack, but it weakens your monster by 500 points until your next turn!”

    Forte’s scowl grew larger. It was true. Inferno Hammer’s attack had dropped to 900.

    “Is that all?”

    A small growl escaped form Forte’s lips. There really wasn’t anything he could do.

    “Yeah, your move.”

    Rose drew.

    “I’ll now sacrifice my Grass Phantom…”

    Forte was a bit surprised as Rose’s monster began to melt away into a pile of mulch.

    “…and I’ll summon, Mimicry Algae!”

    Forte watched as the slime began to stir and take form. It moulded itself into the same shape as the Grass Phantom. It even managed to mimic its disgusting gurgle (?/?)

    “What the heck is that?” Forte was confused. Rose suppressed a chuckle.

    “Allow me to explain. Mimicry Algae takes on that attack and defence points, as well as any effect the monster tributed it summon it had.”

    “Then why’d you do that?” Fort was really confused now, “Grass Phantom only had 1000 attack points!”

    Rose’s eyes narrowed.

    “Weren’t you listen. It gets the attack, defence and any EFFECTS the sacrificed monster had. And I believe you know what Grass Phantom’s effect was.”

    Forte slapped his forehead in remembrance. But now Rose had three Grass Phantom’s in her graveyard, and if Mimicry Algae had the same effect, then that meant…

    Forte watched as Mimicry Algae’s attack and defence rose to 2700. Rose smirked.

    “Now then, Mimicry Algae, attack Inferno Hammer!”

    It was like watching Grass Phantom all over again. Binding Forte’s fiend in its slimy tentacles, it gave it one hard squeeze before it burst into pixels.

    Forte: 6700
    Rose: 6200

    “Your turn Forte.”

    Forte drew. Even though he really was not going to admit it any time soon, Rose was pretty good.

    He looked at the card in his hand.

    She may be good, but he was better.

    “I play the magic card Tribute to the Doomed!”

    Rose gasped as bandages shot up from the ground, seizing her Mimicry Algae. With one final cry, it was dragged below the earth.

    “Now then,” Fort said as he pulled a card from his hand, “due to the rules, I’ve got to discard one card from my hand.”

    He slipped it into the graveyard.

    “And now, I’ll summon Goblin Elite Attack Force in attack mode!”

    A small battalion of goblins appeared on the field, each wearing armour and carrying a pike. They all glared and pointed their weapons at Rose. (2200/1500)

    “Now then,” Forte smirked, “You said your Wall of Thorns card only works when plant monsters are attacked right? Well, from what I can see, you’re no plant! Goblin Elite Attack Force, attack her directly!”

    With a fierce war cry, the goblins charged at Rose. The young woman cry out as they ruthless impaled her with their pikes. She fell to her knees, clutching her torso in pain.

    Forte: 6700
    Rose: 4000

    “You’re move Rose,” Forte chuckled as Rose climbed to her feet, “But since they attacked, my Goblins now go into defence mode.”

    The goblins sat back and relaxed as Rose drew.

    “I summon Lord Poison in attack mode!”

    The monster that appeared brought one word to Forte’s mind. Ugly. It’s body looked like twisted dead plant flesh moulded into a humanoid form (it didn’t even have legs, only a tale). It had large claws on the end of its arms, glossy black eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Numerous black spikes sprung up from its body. (1500/1000)

    The monster reminded Forte of a card he had in his deck, Helpoemer. If it he didn’t know better, he’d say the two were long lost twins.

    “I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte drew. This was a problem. He knew very well that if he attacked, Rose’s Wall of Thorns would activate, weakening Forte’s monster. Not only that, but if Lord Poison was destroyed, she’d be able to bring a card back from the graveyard.

    But then again, leaving it alone would give Rose a good sacrificial lamb.

    “I’ll pass this turn,” Forte said blankly.

    Rose drew and smiled.

    “I now sacrifice Lord Poison…!”

    Lord Poison eroded into dust. Glittering dust.

    “To summon Fairy Truesdale in defence mode!”

    Among the falling dust emerged a fairy dressed in a white and green robe. His blonde hair was cut short, his green eyes shone like emeralds and he held a feather-like wand in his hand (2200/1500) – (2400/17009

    “And while he’s in defence mode, all plant monster gain 500 attack and defence points.”

    The Fairy King’s attack rose to 2700 and his defence rose to 2200.

    “And now, I play Premature Burial, to bring back Grass Phantom!”

    With a flash of light, Rose’s phantom appeared next to Truesdale. It gave Forte another disgusting gurgle. (1000/1000) – (2700/2700).

    Forte: 6700
    Rose: 3200

    “Now then,” Rose smirked, “Grass Phantom, destroy Forte’s Goblins!”

    The phantom’s multiple tentacles shot out, binding Forte’s goblins. One by one, they exploded into pixels. Forte was thankful for the fact that they were still in defence mode.

    “And I’ll end my turn,” Rose chuckled.

    Forte drew, and a wide grin spread across his face.

    “I have to admit, this is quite a nice set up you’ve got. Two strong monsters and I cant fight back.”

    Forte sighed and shrugged.

    “But, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ruin it all. I play the magic card, Giant Trunade!”

    Gale force winds howled through the arena. Through the gale,
    Rose could make out a demonic face behind Forte, howling. The two cards Rose had on the field were blown back into her hand. Thankfully the gale died down before she was knocked off her feet. Forte grinned.

    “Now then, since your Wall of Thorns card is gone, I’m free to attack, and since your Premature Burial card is gone…”

    Forte smirked and Rose gasped as Grass Phantom shattered.

    “Now then, I’ll summon Giant Orc in attack mode!”

    A giant figure, with grey skin and a large belly appeared on the field. It wore a loin cloth and carried a massive club. It’s dim yellow eyes focused on Rose and growled (2200/0).

    “I’ll also play one card face down and end my turn.”

    A face down card appeared as Rose drew.

    The young woman smirked.

    “First, I’ll play Pot of Greed.”

    The green grinning jar appeared before Rose. She reached in and pulled out two cards.

    Her smirked widened.

    “Now, I’ll play the ritual card, Forest Primeval!”

    A large shrine, overgrown with plants rose up from the ground.

    “I’ll now sacrifice Truesdale, along with a monster on my hand…”

    The Fairy King vanished and the ground began to shake.

    “To summon, Hayashi The Forest Spirit!”

    A giant form appeared behind Rose. A giant living tree, not unlike Treebeard from Lord of the Rings. The face carved into its body looked down on Forte (3000/2800) – (3200/3000)

    “And now,” Rose picked up the second card she got, “I’ll get rid of your trap with Mystical Space Typhoon!”

    Forte shielded himself as a blast of wind hit him, shattering his Shadow Spell card.

    “And now that that’s gone, Hayashi! Attack Giant orc!”

    The giant took a thundering step forward before bringing its fist down on the giant orc, crushing him into the dust. Forte shielded himself from the flying dust.

    Forte: 5700
    Rose: 3200

    “And now, I’ll play one card face down and I’ll end my turn.”

    Rose laughed as the card appeared.

    “Well, it seems the mighty devil man’s finally going to loose one,” she laughed, “I’m just I’m the one to take your arrogant ass down!”

    Forte growled as he drew.

    “What the hell have you got against me anyway?”

    Rose’s eyes narrowed.

    “Personally, nothing. I know you’ve got a reputation for ruthlessness and skill, but to me, you seem like every other arrogant ass who’s in desperate need for a good ass-kicking.”

    Forte scowled.

    “What about you? For this entire duel, you’ve acted like a total bitch. And after I went through all the trouble to save you earlier.”

    A vein bulged in Rose’s forehead.

    “I told you, I didn’t need any help!” she snapped, “I didn’t ask you to step in or anything! I’m not some little girl who cant defend herself!”

    “We’ll see.”

    Forte looked at the cards in his hand.

    Damn. Nothing! Guess I’m going to have to go on the defensive…I can’t believe I just thought that.

    “I’ll set one monster face down and end my turn.”

    Rose smirked and drew.

    “Hayashi! Attack his face down card!”

    Hayashi’s fist slammed into the card. A small form appeared briefly. A small imp with blue skin and wings.

    Forte’s Winged Minion shattered into pixels.

    “Your move.”

    Forte drew.

    Why didn’t she use Premature Burial? She could have brought back Grass Phantom and attacked.

    He smirked.

    Someone’s getting cocky. Big mistake girl.

    He looked at his card. He bit back a smirk.

    “I’ll set another monster face down and end my turn.”

    Rose drew. She didn’t even get time to look at the card.

    “Hayashi! Attack!”

    Forte shielded himself from the dust that went flying due to Hayashi’s attack. Rose couldn’t see the grin on his face.

    Suddenly, a small form shot out of the cloud of dust, attacking itself to Hayashi. It resembled a brain on legs, with small wings and one gross eye on a stalk.

    Rose gasped as the thing latched itself onto Hayashi’s head.

    “What the heck!?”

    Forte chuckled.

    “A little quick to attack weren’t we? Allow me to explain. That little thing is a Brain Jacker. When it’s flipped face up, I can equip it to any one of your monsters. That monster is then, mine.”

    Rose’s jaw dropped as Hayashi stomped over to Forte’s side of the field, his eyes blank and empty.

    An evil look appeared on Fortes face.

    “Will that be all?”

    Rose just nodded.

    Forte chuckled as he drew.

    “Silly girl,” he wagged his finger at her like a naughty child, “You missed out on the chance to save yourself.”

    “W…what?”

    “Well,” Forte spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “I’m assuming that face down card is Wall of Thorns, am I right?”

    Rose nodded.

    “And you still have premature burial in your hand, right?”

    She looked at the card and the slapped her head. She could have easily brought back another grass monster, and since Wall of Thorns was on the field, Forte wouldn’t be able to attack it.

    Forte chuckled.

    “Seems someone got a little cocky. Now I’m afraid I’m going to have to end this, but first…”

    Rose watched as her life points rose by 500.

    Forte: 5700
    Rose: 3700

    “Every turn that Brain Jacker is equipped, you gain 500 life point.”

    Something clicked in Rose’s mind.

    “Wait, that means if you attack I’ll have 500 life points left! Then I can bring Grass Phantom back on my next turn,” she smirked, “You shouldn’t have told me that.”

    Rose’s smirk vanished when Forte laughed sinisterly.

    “Who said I was attacking with Hayashi?” he laughed, “I plan to sacrifice him!”

    Rose was shocked. What monster cold be stronger the Hayashi and require only one sacrifice?

    Forte’s mocking smile turned into an insane grin as a dark mist rose from the floor. Hayashi howled it is dissolved in the mist.

    “I sacrifice Hayashi to summon Great Maju Garzett!”

    Rose stepped back as a monstrous form appeared behind Forte appeared. It was a large humanoid fiend, with dark green flesh, half covered with skeletal, brown/purple armour and a bright green mane. It’s evil yellow eyes looked down on Rose before it let out a spine shivering shriek (0/0) – (6000/5600).

    “But…but how!?” Rose had never seen a single sacrifice monster that powerful.

    “I should explain,” the expression on Forte’s face was scary, “you see, Maju’s attack is double that of the monster sacrificed to summon it. So you see, I turned a 3000 point monster, into a 6000 point monster!”

    “But wait!” Rose cried, “That’s overkill!”

    Forte chuckled evilly.

    “You know very well I have a reputation of ruthlessness to uphold. Great Maju Garzett! Attack her directly!”

    Rose screamed as the fiend slammed one giant fist into her, knocking her flat.

    Forte: 5700
    Rose: 0

    The crowd was silent for a moment, most of them spooked by Forte’s little display of insanity. It wasn’t long before they began cheering his victory.

    Forte’s insane expression changed back to his trademark cocky expression.

    “And the winner is…” Mimi cried out, “Forte Rosamund!”

    as the crowd cheered, Forte couldn’t help and smile as he watched Rose climb to her feet.

    “Need some help?” Forte asked. Whether he was mocking her or not, Rose wasn’t sure.

    “Go to hell,” she snarled. Forte merely shrugged off the insult.

    “Nah, I heard Hell’s terrible this time of year.”

    He turned to leave.

    “Cya.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “So that’s the devil man huh?”

    The man in the trench coat stroked his chin in thought.

    “Ruthless, highly skilled and a powerful deck to boot,” he pondered, “He’s a bit cocky though, but that’s a minor inconvenience.”

    He scribbled his name on a little notepad.

    “I have a feeling he’d be a fine addition to our little organization.”

    Name: Wall of Thorns
    Card Type: Trap
    Trap Type: Continuous
    Image: A worrier stands before a wall of thorny vines which reaches into the sky.
    Effect: This card can only be activated when a PLANT monster is attacked. Negate the attack and reduce the attacking monster’s attack by 500. This effect activates only when a PLANT monster is attacked.

    Name: Mimicry Algae
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Plant/Effect
    Attribute: Water
    Level: 5
    Attack: ?
    Defence: ?
    Effect: This card gets the attack, defence and any effects of the monster tributed to summon this card.

    Name: Forest Primeval
    Card Type: Spell
    Spell Type: Ritual
    Image: An ancient shrine in a deep forest
    Effect: This card is used to Ritual Summon “Hayashi the Forest Spirit”. You must also offer Monsters as a Tribute from your hand or the field whose total levels equal eight or more.

    Name: Hayashi the Forest Spirit
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Plant/Effect/Ritual
    Attribute: Earth
    Level: 8
    Attack: 3000
    Defence: 2800
    Effect: This Monster is summoned through use of the Ritual Spell Card “Forest Primeval”. You must also offer Monsters as a Tribute from your hand or the field whose total levels equal eight or more. When this Monster is face-up on your side of the field, all INSECT, BEAST, BEAST-WARRIOR, and PLANT-Type Monsters (aside from this one) on your side of the field cannot be targeted for an attack.

    ”Forest Primeval” and “Hayashi the Forest Spirit” appeared in Dark Sage’s “Yu-Gi-Oh: Dark Messiah”. All credit goes to him.

    Hey guys, Forte here. Well, after a duel like that, it’s time for a little break. But…

    Wait a minute! You mean we don’t get to see my duel?

    Nope.

    But that’s not fair!

    Who’s the main character here?

    …you prick…

    Anyway, stick around for the next chapter Peace Talks. Hope to see you there.
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    Okay, I gotta point out mistakes.

    If Premature Burial is blown back to the hand with Giant Trunade, the monster it is Equipped to is NOT destroyed, because Premature Burial is not destroyed.

    If Brain Jacker is destroyed in battle when it is flipped, its effect is invalid. Only if it is flipped intact can its effect work. It isn't like Kisetai

    Other than that, this wasn't bad. The Plant Deck was interesting to say the least.

    Keep it up. I'm guessing that next chapter will be a filler, possibly. But those can be important.

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    Damn *bangs head against a wall* Damn *bangs head again*

    behold stupidity at its worst. Sorry about that.
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    Don't go banging your head. Common mistake, I see it all the time. It's backed me into a corner a few times, too.

    You know, I actually remember the original version of this duel, back in the first version of the story. I have to say I like this version better. Rose hasn't become any less of a *WORD DELETED*, but that just keeps it interesting.

    And I'm rather glad to see Inferno Hammer - I've never seen it in fanfiction before, and I failed to find a place for it when I tried to work it into a TTB chapter.

    Aside from a few numerical typos, I don't have much in the way of negatives to say about this one. Maybe it's nostalgia, maybe I'm just not fully awake, but good work, MC.
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    Chapter 5: Peace Talks

    Forte chuckled devilishly to himself as he thumbed through his cards, a self satisfied smirk on his face.

    “Overkill much?”

    Forte looked up from his cards to see Reece standing next to him. He gave him his trademark smirk.

    “Well, like Rose said,” Forte responded as if nothing had happened, “I’ve got a reputation of ruthlessness to uphold.”

    “Yeah, but what happened to just summoning another monster and attacking with both that and Hayashi.”

    Forte simply shrugged.

    “Well, when you’ve got it, flaunt it.”

    Reece sighed and shook his head. Forte could be a real bastard at times.

    At that moment, the speaker crackled to life.

    “Will Reece Armaverick and Horus Braig please report to the gymnasium. I repeat, will Reece Armarverick and Horus Braig please report to the gymnasium.”

    Reece looked from the speaker to his partner.

    “So, you gonna watch?”

    Forte shrugged and then shook his head.

    “Nah. If you don’t mind, I’m going down to grab something to eat.”

    “I hope you’ll actually pay for it this time.”

    Forte rolled his eyes.

    “Yes Mum.”

    Reece gave a small chuckle before turning and walking away.

    “Well, I’ll see you in the finals then,” he called over his shoulder.

    Forte just nodded in response and headed for the cafeteria.

    --------------~*~--------------

    The lavender haired teen gave a relaxed sigh as he leaned back in a seat, resting his legs on the table. He munched happily on the chocolate he bought (he actually willingly gave money this time).

    He had the rest of this tournament all figured out. All he had to do was beat Reece after his match and then they’d be on their way to Domino. Forte had seen Reece duel many times. He knew all of the cards in Reece’s deck, along with the number of combos he pulls off.

    He raised the chocolate bar in the air, almost as if giving a toast.

    “Watch out Yugi,” Forte said softly, “I’m comin’ for you.”

    Forte was knocked from his moment by the sound of footsteps entering the room. Forte assumed it was Reece.

    “That was fast,” Forte said as he looked back. His smirked immediately disappeared from his face.

    “Oh, it’s you.”

    The feeling was mutual for Rose. She gave Forte a hard glare before walking up to the counter to grab something to eat.

    “What do you want,” Forte spoke as he took another bite from his bar.

    “Getting something to eat,” Rose said sharply, “What do you think I’m doing here?”

    Forte chuckled and smiled smugly.

    “Maybe you’re here to bask in my wondrous glory.”

    Rose rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe how arrogant he was.

    “And why, pray tell, would I want to do that?”

    “Maybe because I handed your ass to you only a few minutes ago.”

    Forte chuckled as Rose sighed.

    “You may have beaten me,” she said, “But you’re still an arrogant bastard.”

    “And I’m starting to think you’re a bitch, but I don’t bring up the subject every five minutes.”

    He paused to take a bite out of his bar.

    “Cant you think of anymore insults?”

    “Yeah.”

    Forte cried out as Rose grabbed his ponytail and gave it a yank.

    “Get a haircut ya pony.”

    Forte shot to his feet and glared at Rose, who was now walking back to her seat with a satisfied smirk on her face.

    Forte’s glare then changed to an expression of mock realisation.

    “Oh, I get it,” Forte sat back down, “It’s that time of the month isn’t it? I never knew it could make women so, so bitchy.”

    Rose shot the eighteen year old a hard glare.

    “Just leave me alone,” she said, “You’ve already won your little card game.”

    Forte rolled his eyes.

    “You started this remember?”

    There was a long silence between the two before Forte spoke up.

    “Hey Rose,” he asked, “Can I ask you something?”

    Rose sighed.

    “No, I will not go out with you, I’m not on my period and no, I’m not a lesbian.”

    “Um, I wasn’t going to answer that, but thanks for the info.”

    Without even looking, Forte could tell Rose was blushing in embarrassment. A small smirk appeared on Forte’s features.

    “I was going to ask you why you use a plant deck. You don’t look like the type of girl who spends all her time growing gardens and such.”

    “Oh?”

    Forte looked over his shoulder to see Rose looking back at him.

    “Yeah, I kinda expected military hardware or something of the sort,” he said, taking a quick glance at Rose’s camouflage pants. Rose caught sight of this, giving a small chuckle.

    “Well, if you must know,” she explained, “My mom owns a florist. I help her run it, so as a result I spend most of my day taking care of the plants.”

    Forte laughed at the thought of Rose working in a flower, watering the plants and speaking to them like some gardeners would.

    “What is so funny?” Rose asked, holding in her laughter.

    “Well,” Forte replied, trying to stop laughing, “It’s just hard for me to picture you in a flower shop. I see you more as a gang member, not a gardener.”

    Rose burst into laughter at Forte’s words.

    “I guess I look the part don’t I?” she said as her laughter died down, “but, that’s not the only reason why.”

    “Oh?”

    Rose nodded.

    “And it’s the same reason why I like calling myself Rose.”

    “I just thought it was short for Rosette.”

    “That too.”

    Rose pulled off her jacket, revealing a tattoo on her upper right arm. A tattoo of a purple rose.

    “Nice,” Fort said in admiration as he leaned in for a closer look.

    “Thanks.”

    Forte turned back to his cards and Rose did likewise.

    “So, what about you?”

    “Pardon?” Forte looked back.

    “What do you do?”

    Forte simply shrugged.

    “I make most of my living on Duel Monster Tournaments. It’s not much, but it pays the rent.”

    “You live on your own?”

    “Yep.”

    Rose laughed.

    “I’d probably be living with my mom ‘til I’m twenty or something,” she laughed, “not that I’m complaining. free food. free board. Plus, my mom makes a great roommate.”

    She then noticed that Forte had gone quiet.

    “Forte?”

    She turned to see Forte had his back to her, and from what she could see, he was a little drooped over.

    A look of concern appeared on Rose’s face as she rose to her feet. She quietly walked to Forte’s side. The lavender haired teen had a sad look on his face.

    “What’s wrong?”

    Forte jumped slightly, just noticing Rose standing there. Slightly embarrassed, he quickly regained his composure.

    “It’s nothing.”

    Rose wasn’t convinced.

    “People don’t get all mopey over nothing. What’s the matter?”

    Forte sighed.

    “Well, it’s just when you mentioned you mother…

    “What?”

    “Well, it made me wonder what my parents might have been like.”

    Rose was confused.

    “Might have been?”

    Forte sighed sadly.

    “I…don’t have any parents…not any more.”

    Rose’s eye widened in realisation.

    “You mean you’re a…”

    Forte nodded sadly. Rose couldn’t help but feel sad for him.

    “I’m so sorry Forte.”

    “It’s alright. They died when I was young.”

    “When?”

    “I…I can’t remember.”

    He can’t remember his parents death? He must have been really young then.

    Rose was quiet for a few seconds.

    “But what about your foster family?” she asked, “Surely they were good to you.”

    “Never had one.”

    Rose’s eyes widened.

    “You were never adopted?”

    Forte shook his head, meaning yes.

    “I was released from the orphanage when I was old enough to look after myself. A year ago.”

    Rose couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Forte had to live in an orphanage for most of his life.

    “Forte. I…”

    “Can we please not talk about this?”

    “I’m sorry. I just…”

    “Can we please get off the subject!?” Forte snapped before looking away. Rose was a little taken aback by his outburst, but thought better of pushing the subject.

    The pair were quiet for a moment. Rose looked around to find something to talk about other than Forte’s past. She spotted that something on the table in front of Forte.

    “What’s that?” she asked, leaning to get a closer look to the card.

    Forte looked up at Rose and then at the card. It was the same card he got from the old man days before.

    “I have no idea,” he simply replied.

    “What do you think it is?”

    Forte couldn’t tell. From what he can tell, it was an effect monster card. It had the same colour and had eight symbols next to what he supposed was its name, maybe meaning that the monster was a level eight card.

    But the picture told a different story. It had the picture of an iron coffin made of black metal. Darkness seemed to radiate from it.

    “I can honestly say, I have no clue.”

    “Where did you get it?” Rose asked.

    “Some old man gave it to me a few days again.”

    Rose raised an eyebrow.

    “He just gave it to you?”

    “Yep.” Forte decided to leave out the fact that said old man was in the hospital after being attacked by guys who were after the card.

    “Hey, do you know what this reminds me of?”

    “What?”

    “It’s like those Egyptian God cards Yugi has. I heard they’re written in Egyptian as well.”

    Now that Rose mentioned it, this card did remind Forte of the Egyptian God cards. However, he seriously doubted that this was on the same level as them. No one would give a card that powerful to a total stranger, even under those circumstances.

    Then a small thought came to him.

    “Hey Rose?”

    Rose looked away from the card at Forte.

    “Yeah?”

    “Why did you want to go to Domino anyway?”

    “Well,” Rose answered, “I always wanted to go to Japan. It’s such a beautiful place. I’ve been saving up for a year to go to Japan.”

    “You think you have enough.”

    Rose smiled and nodded.

    “Wait, if you had enough money, why did you enter the tournament then?”

    Rose shrugged.

    “It was a chance for a free trip to Japan. That way, I’d have more money for buying souvenirs and stuff.”

    “That makes sense.”

    Rose sat down on the opposite end of the table.

    “so what about you?”

    “Well,” Forte smirked, “I plan to take on the king of games himself.”

    Rose’s eyes widened.

    “You want to face Yugi Moto?”

    “Yep.”

    “That’s crazy! What makes you think you can win?”

    “I don’t?”

    Rose’s surprised expression changed to one of confusion.

    “What?”

    Forte leaned back.

    “what’s the point in duelling if I know I’m going to win. I wanna duel where there’s no telling who will win. Where there is a big chance I will loose. Where I’m not sure I’ll come out on top.”

    Rose was quiet for a moment, and then something hit her.

    “Wait a minute! You knew you were going to win our match?”

    Forte looked over at her lazily.

    “Yep,” he simply responded, “I never felt I was in any real trouble.”

    Rose clenched her fists.

    “Not even when I brought out Hayashi?”

    “Nope.”

    Rose was now trembling with rage.

    That…that arrogant self loving asshole! He was in trouble and he knew it!

    “You…you…!” Rose was about to give it to him when the door opened. Both pairs of eyes fell on Reece standing in the doorway, his hair hanging down and obscuring his eyes.

    “Hey Reece,” Fort said, getting up and walking over to him, “How’d it go?”

    Reece was silent for a moment.

    “Reece?”

    “I lost.”

    Forte’s eyes widened.

    “What!?”

    Reece looked up at his friend.

    “Listen to me mate, this guy, he isn’t like the other. Don’t underestimate and for the love of God watch out. This guy will completely catch you off guard.”

    At that point, the speakers crackled into life.

    “Will Forte Rosamund and Horus Braig please report to the gymnasium for the final round of the tournament. I repeat, Will Forte Rosamund and Horus Braig please report to the gymnasium for the final round of the tournament.”

    All three of them were quiet for a moment.

    “Well then,” Forte said, “I’d better be going.”

    As Forte headed for the door Reece called out to him.

    “Seriously mate, be careful.”

    “I’ll be fine,” Forte called back, before adding dramatically, “I’ll avenge your defeat!”

    -------------~*~-------------

    The man in the trench coat muttered something to himself as he crossed Reece’s name off his list.

    “And that boy had so much potential.”

    He looked at the two remaining names. Horus Braig and Forte Rosamund.

    “These two have shown great skill in this tournament. Which one of you will win?”

    He rested his head on his hand.

    “Which one of you is the prime candidate for our group?”

    Forte here. This is it, the final round of the tournament. Whoever this guy is, he’s pretty good if he can beat Reece (but then again, I can beat Reece too).

    I heard that!

    Anyway, I’ve faced a number of decks in the past, but I never expected this for the final round.

    But then again, Reece did say he caught him off guard.

    Stick around for the next chapter Finals Special.. See ya there.

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    Well, for a filler, it was okay. I've seen worse.

    But keep an eye out for punctuation mistakes. You forgot a question mark in a few places where it needed one.

    If I recall correctly, the next duel is the one where Forte gets in trouble and brings out his new card. Can't wait.

    See you then.

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    First of all, let me just say *falls to knees* I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I took so long with this chapter. It was just hard to figure out how to have this duel, plus with other things. Anyway, without further wait...

    Chapter 6: Finals Special

    This is it. One more win and I’m on a my way to Japan, and challenging Yugi Mouto himself.

    The crowd cheered as Forte stepped into the gymnasium.

    This guy’s gotta be pretty good if he can beat Reece.

    He smirked as he reached his spot in the arena.

    But then again, so am I.

    “Welcome to the final match of the “Fight for Domino” Tournament!” Mimi announced, or rather, screeched, “In the red corner, we have that handsome piece of man meat, the devil man, Forte Rosamund!”

    Forte faltered as she said that.

    Did she really have to say that?

    “And in the blue corner, we have one of the most fun loving duellists alive. The prince of wackiness, Horus Braig!”

    Forte cocked an eyebrow.

    Prince of Wackiness? What kind of title is that? What deck does he use?

    Forte looked at where Horus was supposed to be standing.

    And where is he anyway?

    His question was soon answered when the door opened and a young man cart wheeled into the gym. Propelling himself into the air, he did a forward flip before landing in his spot in the arena.

    As the audience applauded his performance, Forte studied him. He was about his height, with a lean build. He had pale blue hair with green streaks and violet eyes. His clothing was nothing out of the ordinary. A white button up shirt white black pants and matching shoes. Apart from his hair, he wasn’t to far out of the ordinary.

    Horus gave Forte a friendly smile.

    “So you’re the Devil Man huh?” he said in an almost, overly friendly fashion, “well, it seems our match is going to be a real spectacle isn’t it?”

    “Um, ok,” Forte said, a little bit put off by Horus’ cheerfulness.

    “Let’s duel!”

    Forte: 8000
    Horus: 8000

    “Mind if I go first?” Horus asked. Forte simply nodded as Horus drew.

    “I’ll set one monster in defence mode and one card face down.”

    The two cards appeared on the field.

    “Your turn.”

    Forte drew.

    “I summon Opticlops in attack mode!”

    Forte’s cycloptic fiend appear on the field and bellowed (1800/1700)

    “Now, Opticlops! Attack Horus’ face down card!” Opticlops howled a battle cry before charging and slamming its fists into the face down card.

    A strange, almost cartoonish alligator looking monster appeared before exploding in a comical fashion.

    “What the heck?”

    Horus chuckled.

    “You destroyed my Toon Alligator, but not for long. I activate Bounce Back!”

    The face down card lifted, revealing a picture of a cartoonish rabbit being punched by a giant orc. The rabbit however, seemed to be stretching like rubber and laughing.

    “This activates when a toon monster gets destroyed. It allows me to bring back that toon in defence mode.”

    With a comic puff of smoke, Horus’ alligator appeared on the field, shielding itself (800/1600).

    Forte raised an eyebrow.

    Toon monsters? Never heard of those before.

    “I’ll now play, Meteor of Destruction!”

    Horus braced himself as the room grew dark and the flaming meteor slammed into him.

    Forte: 8000
    Horus: 7000

    Horus laughed, much to Forte’s confusion.

    “That was a nice opener,” he said, “Now it’s my turn.”

    What’s with this guy? He’s so…cheerful, a little too cheerful.

    Horus drew.

    “I now sacrifice my alligator, to summon one monster face down in defence mode!”

    With a large puff of smoke, the Toon Alligator was gone and replaced by a face down card.

    “And I’ll play one card face down.”

    A face down card appeared before Horus

    “Your move!”

    Forte drew. And smirked.

    “I’ll sacrifice Opticlops to summon Great Maju Garzett!”

    As a dark mist filled the arena, Forte’s Opticlops seemed to vanish and Forte’s giant fiend rose form the fog (3600/3400).

    “Maju! Attack Horus’ face down card!”

    With a powerful roar, Great Maju Garzett did just that. The fiend dove towards Horus’ face down monster, its fist ready to crush it.

    “Activate face down card!” Horus shouted, “Reliable Gardian!”

    Forte’s eyes widened as the card revealed itself. In a shower of stars, Horus’ monster. It resembled a cartoonish brick wall. With comically small arms, large feet and a rather goofy face (0/3000)-(0/3700).

    “What the heck!?”

    Garzett threw its fist, and it almost seemed to sink right into it. The wall stretched with the fiend’s fist, like it was rubber. Then, with a comical “boing” sound, Forte’s fiend went flying back, right back into Forte’s hand.

    Horus meanwhile was laughing his head off.

    “You attacked my Toon Stone Guardian!” he laughed.

    “Tomb Stone Guardian?” Forte asked.

    “No, not Tomb Stone Toon Stone. And when this monster is attacked, it sends the attacking monster back to the player’s hand.”

    Forte snarled.

    “And also, because of my Reliable Guardian, you loose 100 lifepoints too!”

    Forte snarled even louder.

    Forte: 7900
    Horus: 7000

    “I guess it’s my move!” Horus laughed as he drew, his Guardian’s defence falling back to 3000.

    “I know pay 1000 lifepoints, to play Toon World!”

    Confusion washed over Forte’s features as a small green pop up book appeared. It opened to reveal a small, toon-like town.

    Forte: 7900
    Horus: 6000

    “What the heck?”

    Horus just chuckled.

    “Now, I‘ll summon Toon Gemini Elf in attack mode!”

    Two forms sprang from Toon World. They resembled the Gemini Elves, only a lot more weird looking. They looked like something out of a children’s cartoon, their bodies as if they were made of rubber or something. The twin elves giggled and blew Forte a kiss. (1900/900)

    “Ok, now I’m really confused,” Forte said, ‘What the heck are those things?”

    Horus laughed.

    “They’re toon monsters of course!”

    “Toon monsters?” Forte had never heard of these bizarre monsters before.

    Horus’ smiled broadened as he nodded.

    “You’ll see what these guys are capable of, but for now I’ll just play one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow as he drew.

    He’s not going to attack?”

    “I’ll summon Giant Orc in attack mode!”

    Forte’s giant orc appeared before him. It stomped it’s foot menacingly, glaring at Horus. (2200/0)

    “Now, destroy Toon Gemini Elf!”

    The orc bellowed and charged. The toons held each other, frightened before turning and trying to run. They didn’t get far before being crushed by the giant orc.

    Forte: 7900
    Horus: 5700

    Forte smirked, but then became confused when he saw the smile on Horus’ face.

    “Nice try,” he laughed, “but now I activate my second Bounce Back, to bring back Toon Gemini Elf!”

    In the same comical puff of smoke as the first, the two elves were back, giggling. (1900/900)

    Forte snarled. How many copies of that card did he have?

    “I’ll end my turn then.”

    Forte’s orc knelt down in defence mode.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “This isn’t good,” Reece muttered.

    “So those are toon monster huh?”

    Reece looked behind him to see Rose walking down to take a seat.

    “You know them?” Reece asked. Rose simply nodded.

    “Not much. They came out only recently. It’s said that their Pegasus’ monsters of choice.”

    “Man,” Reece murmured, “They must be powerful if Pegasus prefers them over everything else.”

    “You’re right about that,” Rose sat down next to him, “I heard a rumour that Pegasus had those cards before they were even released, and that they were able to go toe to toe with the best of them.”

    “Oh man.”

    “Didn’t you go up against them just before?”

    “Yeah,” Reece murmured, “But I had no idea they were THAT powerful. Forte’s in for a hell of a duel.”

    -------------~*~--------------

    Horus smiled as he drew.

    “First, I’ll summon Toon Mermaid in defence mode!”

    It resembled the Red Archery Girl, a mermaid riding in a clam with a red bow. However, this was something out of a cartoon, even the clam was alive. The mermaid giggled before the clam closed up on her (1400/1500).

    “And now, I’ll attack with Toon Gemini Elf!”

    Well, at least I’ve got Giant Orc to take the hit.

    However, much to Forte’s horror, Horus’ toons didn’t attack his orc. Instead they leapt over it and gave Forte a good hard kick to the face. Caught completely off guard, Forte stumbled and fell on his back.

    Forte: 6000
    Horus: 6700

    Horus laughed as Forte climbed back to his feet.

    “That’s the power of my toons!” Horus laughed, “As long as Toon World is on the field, and you don’t have any toons at all, my monsters can attack you directly!”

    Forte growled.

    “So why aren’t you attacking me with your mermaid as well?”

    Horus chuckled.

    “Well, because toons can’t attack on the same turn they are summoned, special summoned or flip summoned.”

    Well, that’s one downside to those Toons of his.

    “But anyway, attacking you directly isn’t all my elves can do. When they attack directly, you’re forced to discard one random card from your hand.”

    Forte snarled as he took a card and put it in the graveyard.

    “Is that all?”

    Horus nodded and Forte drew.

    Hmm, according to its effect, I can’t put Giant Orc into attack mode until the end of this turn. Well, this will have to do.

    “I’ll now summon Malice Doll of Demise! In attack mode!”

    With an insane cackle, Forte’s demented doll appeared on the field, its demonic eyes looking over Horus’ toons with glee. (1600/1700)

    “Now then, I can’t destroy your elf, nor your guardian, but your mermaid’s up for a hacking. Doll of Demise! Destroy Toon Elf with Mad Doll Axe!”

    The doll laughed maniacally as it swung its axe at the toon mermaid’s closed clam. Even the hard shell could stop it being hacked (rather brutally) by the deranged doll. Horus grimaced as the mermaid’s remains disintegrated into pixels.

    “A little bit much don’t you think?” he asked.

    “Well, I’m a little ticked off right now,” Forte said, having got a bit of frustration out of his system, “Anyway, I’ll end my turn.”

    Horus looked cautiously at Forte’s two monsters.

    On his next turn, he’ll switch that orc into attack mode and destroy my Gemini Elf, and maybe summon something to destroy my guardian as well.

    He drew, and a big smile appeared on his face.

    Or maybe not.

    “I’ll now sacrifice both Toon Gemini Elf and Toon Stone Guardian!”

    Forte watched as the two toons were enveloped by a tornado of pink smoke.

    Ho boy, a toon that needs two sacrifices?

    “And I’ll summon Blue Eyes Toon Dragon!

    Forte’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as what resembled a cartoon-ish, rather demented Blue Eyes appeared on the field. It was a lot small, its arms and legs rather stubby and its mouth a stretched into a twisted grin. It let out a deranged laugh as it hovered by Horus’ side. (3000/2500).

    ”What the freak!?” Reece cried out from the stands. Even Rose was a bit shocked by the new arrival.

    Forte just stood there,, his jaw just inches from the floor and his eyes bugged open.

    Man…Kaiba would be pissed if he saw that thing.

    “Well,” Horus chucked, “Since my Blue Eyes can’t attack, I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte drew, and smirked.

    “Well then, first, I’ll place one card face down, and switch my Giant Orc back into attack mode!”

    The face down card appeared as Forte’s orc stood up, brandishing it’s club menacingly.

    “and now, I’ll play Ectoplasmer!”

    Forte’s grin widened as his fiendish magic card appeared.

    “For those who don’t know about this, let me explain. At the end of each turn, we can sacrifice one monster on our side of the field and deal direct damage half of that monster’s attack points.”

    Forte pulled a card from his hand.

    “So first, I’ll place this card face down, and now I’ll sacrifice Malice Doll of Demise!”

    With one final malicious cackle, the doll’s soul left its body, entering Forte’s ectoplasmer.

    “Fire!”

    A blast of spectral energy fired from the card, phasing right through Horus’ Blue Eyes and hitting him. He grunted as he stepped back to regain balance.

    Forte: 6000
    Horus: 5900

    “And that’s my turn.”

    Horus drew.

    “Well, since I can’t do anything else at the moment, I’ll just attack with my toon. Blue Eyes Toon Dragon! Attack Forte directly with White Lightning!”

    Here it comes!

    Forte tried to shield himself as Horus’ dragon belched out a blast of white lightning. Forte cried out as the attack connected.

    Forte: 3000
    Horus: 5400

    As the smoke cleared, it was clear that Forte had a hard time standing up. He was still smoldering from the attack.

    “That…hurt…” he muttered. He looked up and his eyes widened.

    “Wait a second. Why did your life points go down to?”

    Horus chuckled sheepishly.

    “Well,” he explained, “In order for me to attack with this card, I have to pay 500 lifepoints.”

    “And now, I could sacrifice my toon to damage you even further, but I prefer him on the field,” Horus smiled, “Your turn.”

    Forte drew. His eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

    “Hey Horus,” he asked, “What’s Toon World for?”

    “Well,” Horus explained cheerfully, “My toons need it. Without it most of my toons can’t be summoned and the rest can’t attack directly.”

    “Ok then, well first, due to it’s effect, I’ll now bring my Doll of Demise back to the field!”

    With a flash of light, Forte’s doll was back on the field, laughing like a lunatic. (1600/1700).

    “Now then, I’ll sacrifice my Giant Orc to summon the big guy himself! Dark Ruler Ha Des!

    The orc was engulfed in black fire and from the flames rose Forte’s royal fiend. Ha Des chuckled menacingly as he took a sip from his glass. (2450/1600).

    “Now then, Dark Ruler Ha Des, attack!”

    The Dark Ruler was about to take in a big gulp from his glass when…

    “Actually,” Forte smirked, “Before you do, I should activate this first. Bark of the Dark Ruler!”

    Horus gasped as the trap card revealed itself.

    “Now then. Blue Eyes has 3000 attack, so 600 life points would be enough.”

    Ha Des let out a terrible howl and the toon dragon almost seemed to shrink as its attack dropped to 2400.

    “Ok, NOW you can attack!”

    The Blue Eyes let out a small squeak before it was engulfed in flames. Horus shielded himself from it.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 5350

    “Now then,” Forte chuckled evilly, “Since you’ve got no monsters, Malice Doll of Demise! Attack directly!”

    Horus cried out in pain as the doll struck him.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 3750

    “And now, I’ll play Giant Trunade!”

    Horus braced himself as the cyclone struck his side of the field, blowing his Toon World back into his hand.

    “Now that that’s gone, I’ll end my turn…but first…”

    Doll of Demise’s soul was sucked into ectoplasmer, and its body shattered.

    “Ectoplasmer, fire!”

    Horus groaned as the soul fired into him.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 2950

    Horus chuckled as he drew.

    “That was a good one,” he said, smiling, “Not a bad move.”

    He looked at his card.

    “First of all, I’ll bring Toon World back onto the field.”

    With a puff of smoke, the pop-up book that was Toon World reappeared.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 1950

    “Now, I’ll play Graceful Charity!”

    A young, beautiful angel appeared, pulling three cards from his deck and handing them to him. Horus smiled and quickly pulled two others from his hand, giving them to her. She immediately sent them to the graveyard.

    “Well now, first of all, I play Cost Down!”

    Horus’ magic card appeared as he sent one card to the graveyard.

    “Now, I’ll summon the king of Toon World, Toon King!

    A swirl of pink smoke billowed from Toon world and a rather wacky figure appeared. His had platinum blonde hair, which covered one of his eyes and wore a red suit. Over it, he wore a red cape with red trimming, a rather large crown and carried a sceptre. He let out a jovial laugh (2300/1600).

    Forte’s jaw dropped.

    “Pegasus!?”

    It was true. Horus’ new monster resembled the creator of Duel Monsters himself. Horus laughed.

    “That’s right. Pegasus based this card on himself. Quite suiting since no one loves them more then him.”

    “Wow, talk about an ego,” Reece muttered from the grandstands.

    ”It wouldn’t be the first time someone based a card around themselves,” Rose replied, “After all, Kaiba made Kaibaman and I’m pretty sure I saw one of Yugi somewhere.”

    Forte just stood there, his jaw hanging limp as he looked at the twisted toon before him. While he should have gotten used to the idea of a toon Pegasus (he was quite an eccentric man after all), it was just a bit much to take in. Horus chuckled.

    “And here’s the best part,” he said cheerfully, “I don’t need to pay any lifepoints for him to attack and as long as Toon World is on the field, he can’t be destroyed,” he then shrugged, “But if Toon World leaves the field, he’s automatically destroyed.”

    Forte blinked twice and then shook his head. This was just too much. A Pegasus toon and a powerful one at that.

    “And that’s not all,” Horus grinned, “I now play the magic card, Shining Palace!”

    Toon World flipped a few places and instead of there being the same creepy town, there was now a magnificent palace, pure white and as the card described, shining. As its light shone on the two, his muscles bulged and he ended up resembling a body builder then a king. He attack rose from 2400 to 2900.

    Forte mentally This was just too much. A 2900 attack monster that can’t be destroyed in battle and can attack directly. How the heck was Forte going to deal with something like that!?

    “Well, since I can’t attack this turn, I’ll end my turn,” Horus grinned.

    Forte drew, and felt as if someone up there really, really liked him. While he didn’t use this card often, he was smart enough to know now was a good time to use it.

    “I play, Nightmare Steel Cage!”

    Flames erupted around both duellists, forming a dome around them and their monsters. The fire then burned away, revealing a sinister, spiked cage.

    Forte sighed as he looked at his cards.

    That’ll buy me a couple of turns at least, although, it does annoy me to have to stall like this.

    He watched as his Doll of Demise reappeared on the field. He checked his hand.

    Nothing. Dammit!

    “I’ll sacrifice Doll of Demise to use Ectoplasmer once again!”

    Horus stumbled slightly as the card struck him a third time.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 1150

    “And I’ll end my turn.”

    Horus drew.

    “Well now,” he chuckled, “I can’t let you have that Ectoplasmer card on the field. You could very well defeat me next turn. So I’ll play Mystical Space Typhoon!”

    Forte was almost thrown off his feet as violent winds kicked up and ripped Ectoplasmer to shreds. Forte scowled.

    “And now, I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte drew as his Doll of Demise returned to the field.

    Well, a lot of good it does now. Well, let’s just hope I get what I need next turn.

    “I’ll set one monster face down and switch Doll of Demise into defence mode.”

    The face down card appeared as the doll shielded itself behind its large axe.

    “I’ll end my turn.”

    Horus drew.

    “I’ll pass this turn.”

    The cages dissolved into flames, freeing their monsters.

    Forte reached for his deck, he could almost feel his hand trembling as he reached for a card.

    Here goes!

    Forte pulled out the card, almost afraid to look at it. He slowly opened his eyes, but they shot open when he saw the card.

    What’s this!?

    “Time out!” Forte cried out, much to Horus’ confusion, and the confusion of everyone else.

    Putting his hand on the ground, Forte looked through a small holder that hung from his belt, where he kept his spare cards. Upon seeing a particular card, it looked as if Forte’s face went a pale shade of red.

    OH GOD BLOODY DAMMIT!!

    Forte had accidentally put the wrong card in his deck, leaving one of his more powerful cards out of it.

    And now, he was holding none other but the mystery card he had gotten a few days back. The one he couldn’t even read.

    After mentally screaming out every curse word available, he glared at the card, searching for some use for it.

    Ok, well, it’s clearly a monster card. Now, those symbol things are almost like the level of a monster. If that’s right, this thing’s level eight. Well, let’s just hopes this thing works.

    “Alright,” Forte announced, “I’ll now sacrifice my face down monster, and my Doll of Demise, to summon…”

    The next words weren’t his own…

    Dark Lancer Menithil!

    The two monsters changed into what resembled black energy and dove into Forte. He cried out in pain as the energy surged through him.

    The pain subsided when a spectral figure emerged from Forte. Forte looked up weakly, his eyes widening at what he saw.

    It looked exactly like him. Standing before him was a copy of himself.

    The copy looked back at the real Forte, a copy of his trademark smirk on his face. Suddenly, a dark aura seemed to surround it and it began to change. The long lavender hair fell out revealing a shock of raven black, the skin turned into an ashen grey and his eyes changed to a haunting blue. Glowing blue markings appeared all over its body and the upper clothing vanishing, leaving him bare breasted. What really got Forte’s attention was the its right arm mutated into a grotesque claw and a rather gothic and evil looking lance appeared in his left.

    The Dark Lancer turned to the still rather shocked Forte, giving him a short bow.

    “Sir,” it’s voice similar to Forte’s only deeper, “How may I be of service?” (2800/2400)

    Forte was still shocked by this. He quickly looked down at the card, but stopped and stared at it when he noticed something. The card had completely changed. The image was now of the monster before him and it was in English. Quickly reading the card, a wolfish grin appeared on his face. This was just what he was looking for.

    “Well now,” he chuckled, his previous amazement replaced with amusement, “It looks like this duel’s over.”

    “Oh?” Horus cocked an eyebrow.

    “Yeah,” Forte’s smirk widened, “you see, this monster has a very powerful effect. Instead of attacking with it, I cant use it to destroy every magic and trap card on your side of the field.”

    Horus gasped.

    “Now then, Dark Lancer Menithil, destroy his magic and trap cards with Lance of Longinus!”

    Menithil nodded before leaping into the air and hurling his lance towards Toon World. The lance pierced the book and into a blinding blast, Toon World and Shining Palace were gone.

    “And now, since Toon World’s gone, so is your Toon King!”

    Toon King let out one last cry before disintegrating into pixels.

    “and onw then, since you’ve got nothing on the field, Dark Ruler Ha Des!” Forte grinned wildly, “attack Horus directly with Flames of the Dark Ruler!”

    Horus cried out as he was thrown back but the black flames of Forte’s fiend.

    Forte: 2400
    Horus: 0

    Everyone was quiet, taking in what they just saw. Even Penelope was eerily silent.

    “Um,” she said slowly, “The winner, and the winner of the Duel for Domino tournament, is Forte Rosamund!”

    The crowd went absolutely nuts.

    Forte watched as Ha Des vanished, but Menithil turned to him. He gave one last smirk before fading into darkness.

    That was…that was…

    His thoughts were interrupted by laughter. He looked to see Horus climbing to his feet and walking towards him.

    “That was a great duel!” he laughed, showing no anger over his defeat or anything, “what a comeback.”

    Forte stared blankly as Horus extended his hand to him.

    “We must duel again some time.”

    Forte was quiet for a moment before smiling and accepting his handshake.

    “Yeah, we must.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Man,” Reece murmered, “That was nuts.”

    “Yeah,” Rose muttered in response, “I’ve never seen a monster like it.”

    “Me neither.”

    Rose slowly came back into reality and got up to leave.

    “Well, it looks like you and your friend are going to Japan.”

    Reece looked up and grinned.

    “Yep, and Forte’s another step closer to getting his ass handed to him by Yugi.”

    Rose laughed softly.

    “If only I could be there to see it. Well, I’ll see ya around.”

    “Alright, see ya around Rose.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    The man in the trench coat sat there, his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide. This couldn’t have turned out better. He had come here looking for recruits and he found something a hell of a lot better.

    He quickly pulled out his mobile and frantically dialled in the number.

    ”Yes, what is it?”

    “It’s me sir. I’ve found it! I found the avatar!”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Sir?”

    “Yes?”

    “The avatar of darkness has appeared.”

    “Where?”

    “In Adelaide Australia. In the hands of a boy named Forte Rosamund.”

    “Forte eh? Well, it looks like young Forte and I will be having a little talk.”

    Name: Bounce Back
    Card Type: Trap
    Trap Type Normal
    Image: A Dark Rabbit being punched by a Giant Orc. He Dark Rabbit’s body is stretching like rubber and is laughing.
    Effect: This card can only be activated when a TOON monster is destroyed as a result of battle. Special summon that monster form your graveyard to the field.

    Name: Toon Stone Guardian
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Rock/Toon
    Attribute: Earth
    Level: 6
    Attack: 0
    Defence: 3000
    Effect: This card cannot attack on the turn it is normal summoned, special summoned or flip summoned. When “Toon World” on the field is destroyed destroy this card. If "Toon World" is on your side of the field and your opponent does not control a Toon Monster, this card can attack your opponent's Life Points directly. Whenever this card is attacked, send the attacking monster back to the owner’s hand, after damage calculation is applied.

    Name: Toon King
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Worrier/Toon
    Attribute: Light
    Level: 6
    Attack: 2300
    Defence: 1600
    Effect: This card cannot be Normal Summoned or Set. This card can only be Special Summoned while "Toon World" is on your side of the field. You can Special Summon this monster from your hand, but Tributes are required for monsters Level 5 or more. This card cannot attack in the turn that it is Summoned. When “Toon World” is removed from the field, destroy this card. If "Toon World" is on your side of the field and your opponent does not control a Toon Monster, this card can attack your opponent's Life Points directly. As long as “Toon World” is on your side of the field, this card cannot be destroyed as a result of battle.

    Name: Shining Palace
    Card Type: Magic
    Magic Type Continuous
    Image: Toon World with it’s usual town replaced with a brilliant white palace.
    Effect: This card can only be played when “Toon World” is on your side of the field. When “Toon World is removed from the field, destroy this card. Increase the attack of all LIGHT TOON monsters on your side of the field by 500

    ”Shining Palace” was used by Pegasus in “Yu-Gi-Oh” All credit goes to the writers

    Name: Dark Lancer Menilith
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Fiend/Effect
    Attribute: Dark
    Level: 8
    Attack: 2700
    Defence: 2400
    Effect: This card cannot be normal summoned or set. His card can be special summoned by tributing two DARK attribute FIEND monsters on your side of the field. Once per turn, this card can destroy all magic and trap cards on your opponents side of the field. His card cannot attack on the same turn its effect is activated.

    Hey, Reece here. Well, now that that’s over, it’s over to Japan and here’s when the story starts to heat up.

    Actually, before we do that, there’s something they need to know first.

    Oh? What?

    Something happened to me before out trip. Stick around for the next chapter A Little Talk. Hope to see you there.
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    Okay, first I'll point out mistakes.

    One, Toon Alligator technically isn't a Toon Monster, even though it has the word "Toon" in its name. (You could use Toon Table of Contents to searcg for it if you wanted to.)

    Second, Ectoplasmer's effect is not optional. Each player must use it during each of his End Phases if he has a face-up Monster on the field.

    But other than that, not bad. Toon Duels aren't too easy - could have done without the made-up cards (you could have simply used Call of the Haunted to bring back the Elves). The introduction of Forte's avatar was interesting. Just don't use him for every duel. (In my upcoming fic, my characters will have trump cards, but they won't appear in every duel.)

    Other than that, keep up the good work.

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    I am SO sorry for taking so long with this chapter! I don't have an excuse, but still, please forgive me.

    Chapter 7: A Little Talk

    It had been a few days since Forte’s victory in the tournament, and he and Reece’s flight for Domino was booked for tomorrow.

    The last few days had gone by rather uneventfully. However, this all changed on this night.

    It had began at the Neon Impact, where Forte had been bragging about his victory to Lucious. Suddenly, a certain young woman appeared out of nowhere, making a crack about Forte almost loosing to a complete moron (she was referring to Matador), effectively stealing some of Forte’s thunder. What happened next was the pair throwing snide remarks at each other while pretending to hold civilised conversations.

    It wasn’t long however before this escalated into a war of insults and name-calling. Lucious and Reece would have stopped it there, if it wasn’t so entertaining.

    Of course, one thing led to another until…

    “You sure you’re ok mate?” Reece asked.

    “I’m fine,” Forte muttered, “She just got a lucky shot in.”

    “A lucky shot?” Reece chuckled, “She gave you a black eye dude.”

    Forte grumbled something incoherent as he held the icepack over his swollen eye. Man, can that girl punch.

    The pair were now walking towards Forte’s apartment. Reece felt the need to walk his friend home after his little scuffle with Rose earlier.

    “Remember Forte, the taxi’s going to come ‘round at about seven thirty ok?”

    “Yeah, yeah,” Forte muttered, fumbling through his keys, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

    “Yep” Reece said as he turned to leave, “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

    “Yep, see ya mate,” Forte replied, opening the door and walking inside.

    Upon entering his apartment, Forte quickly checked over what he had packed one last time, had a small meal consisting of reheated slices of pizza from yesterday, had a quick shower and then went to bed.

    That’s when things started to get interesting.

    It had started out as one of Forte’s usual dream. Being surrounded by gorgeous women who pampered him, fed him fine food and overall massaged his inflated ego.

    This one started out with him laying by a pool, being massaged by a woman in a bikini.

    “Oh yeah,” he purred softly as his eyes closed, “This is the life.

    The woman giggled.

    “Mister Rosamund?”

    “Yeah baby?” Forte asked, not opening his eyes. The woman leaned forward. The voice he heard however wasn’t hers, but a man’s voice.

    “We need to talk.”

    Forte opened his eyes to find himself no longer next to a pool, but instead in a large, dark chamber. He could barely make out just how large the room was or even the detail what Forte believed to be gothic architecture.

    “Where am I?” Forte muttered absently to himself.

    “You’re in your home, still asleep.”

    Forte spun around to see two figures standing under what appeared to be a spotlight.

    At least, one was standing anyway.

    The first was a young woman, possibly in her early twenties. She stood just a bit shorter than Forte with a lean build. She wore a white undershirt, a black business jacket with a matching skirt and high heels. Her dirty blonde hair was cut neatly at chin level and her dull blue eyes were focused on Forte. He couldn’t help but be a little creeped out by the way she stood perfectly still, staring at him emotionlessly.

    The second was a young man in a wheel chair, possibly a few years older than the woman. Blonde, slightly curling hair fell roughly past his chin and his eyes were a brown, redish hue. He wore a dark coloured, turtleneck shirt (it might have been black or maybe dark blue, Forte couldn’t make out), a black coat over it and white gloves. A white blanket covered his lower half.

    The man smirked.

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Rosamund.”

    Forte blinked a few times in confusion.

    This is one weird dream.

    The man chuckled, as if responding to his thought.

    “I guess you can say this is a dream. You ARE still asleep and all this is taking place in your mind. But the difference is, I am an actual person and I’m actually communicating through you via telepathy. Think of this as like a mental phone call while you sleep.”

    Forte just stared. This guy could read minds too? Forte mentally shrugged, figuring he may as well play along. After all, this guy did say this was a dream right?

    “Alright then,” Forte said finally, “Who are you?”

    The man chuckled softly.

    “Oh yes that’s right. I know you, but you don’t know me.” He smiled, “Well, my name is Gabriel, and this,” he gestured towards the woman next to him, “Is my caretaker, Eurydice.”

    The woman close her eyes and gave Forte a short bow before returning to her blank stare. Something about that stare just didn’t sit right with him.

    Forte turned his gaze back to Gabriel, trying to ignore Eurydice’s stare.

    “So, what do you want?” Forte asked, getting to the point, “I hardly doubt this is a social call.”

    Gabriel chuckled.

    “That’s correct,” a sinister smile spread across his face, “I wish to extend an invitation to you Mr Rosamund.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow.

    “An invitation?”

    Gabriel nodded.

    “You see,” he explained, I am the head of a rather, ‘select group’ of duellists. We heard about your victory in the recent Duel Monsters tournament and we’re curious if you wish to join our little group.”

    Forte smirked slightly.

    “And is this little, ‘select group’ you speak of?” he asked.

    “Oh, we just go by the name, Dogma. But our name isn’t important,” Gabriel’s eyes glistened in anticipation, “Will you accept our invitation?”

    Forte chuckled softly.

    “Well, it sure does sound like an honour,” he said, Gabriel couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not, “But I can’t help but think there’s a catch to this.”

    Gabriel tapped his fingers in his chin, his expression a sinister, yet friendly one.

    “There’s a little confession I must make,” he said, “Your duelling skills aren’t the only reason that I’ve extended this invitation out to you.”

    “Oh?” Forte joked, “What was it then? My good looks? My charisma? My uncanny ability to attract members of the opposite gender?”

    Gabriel laughed.

    “I’m afraid not,” he said as his laughter died down, “It’s a certain card you have in your possession.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow.

    “A card?”

    Gabriel nodded. He waved his arm in front of him and the image of a card appeared between them. Forte recognised it instantly.

    Dark Lancer Menilith.

    “You see,” Gabriel explained, resting his head on his hand, “This card belonged to one of our members at one point. But the card was stolen you see. We were afraid he might have sold it or something,” Gabriel grinned, “It’s a good thing to see that’s not the case.”

    He sat up straighter. Forte looked from the card to Gabriel. While he didn’t say anything, he was curious about this.

    “When we found out you had the card,” Gabriel continued, “We thought at first of simply asking for the card back. But, after seeing your skill in the tournament, we decided to instead ask you to join us. That way, we get the card back, plus a new and very skilled member.”

    Forte rubbed his chin in thought. It was about time his duelling talent got him somewhere. He couldn’t blame them for looking for the card. It was a pretty decent card.

    There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with this, well, except for the fact they were talking in a dream. He was about to respond when a certain memory replayed itself in his mind.

    ”Don’t let go of that card! Don’t let them have it!”

    The old man’s words echoed in Forte’s mind. Was Dogma the ‘them’ he spoke of.

    Forte couldn’t help but notice Gabriel’s eyes narrow slightly. Was he reading his thoughts again?

    “Well?” Gabriel asked, “Do you accept?”

    Before Forte could respond, a small glowing orb appeared in between the two parties. The glow soon rose to be a blinding light, obscuring Forte’s view of everything. As the lavender hair boy shielded his eyes, he could hear Gabriel and Eurydice.

    “What’s happening?”

    “I…I don’t know sir!”

    The sound of their voice soon faded from Forte’s ears as everything went white.

    [CENTER]--------------~*~--------------[/COLOR]

    Forte slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that the room wasn’t as dark as it was before.

    The second thing was that he wasn’t in the same room as before.

    It was large, like a dance hall. The room had a Victorian feel to it and unlike the last room, didn’t have that sense of foreboding to it.

    He was also completely alone.

    His green eyes fell on the large wooden doors at the far end of the room. He didn’t know why, but he felt as if he had to go through them.

    Seeing no harm in following this feeling, Forte strode across the hall and pushed his way through the large doors.

    From then on, it was almost he was being guided. He walked quickly through the large halls, almost like he knew where he was going, despite never being here before in his entire life.

    Forte took the time to take in his surroundings. The whole place had the Victorian feel to it, making Forte feel that maybe he was in a large manor or something. There were a few open windows, lighting up the halls, but Forte didn’t take the time to stop and check the view. There were a number of doors on one side, but Forte didn’t check to see what was behind them. All that mattered was the force pulling him along the halls.

    It seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes at the most. Forte came to a pair of large wooden doors; similar to the ones he went through before. He stood there, quietly looking at them for a moment before pushing through.

    The doors led to an outdoors, stone walkway, held up by finely sculptured pillars. From here, Forte was able to see where he was. The place was a large castle of sorts, quite old, but in very good condition. He scanned the surrounding landscape, seeing nothing but mountains and a small forest in the distance. Forte had no idea where in the world he was.

    Looking ahead of him, he could see that the walkway led to large, circular stone platform, possibly in case the owner wanted to sit out in the sun and enjoy the view.

    Standing on the platform was a figure. His back was to him so Forte could hardly make out any features. It was almost as if the feeling was pulling him towards this figure.

    Slowly, Forte began to walk towards it. A part of him was unsure about this, but the rest of him assured that this was all a dream.

    But still, Forte couldn’t help but listen to that part that said that this was something more.

    He then found himself standing at the end of the walkway, at the edge of the platform. It was at this point the figure started to move, to turn towards him.

    Forte was now able to study the figure more closely. He was a man, possibly in his forties and standing about the same hight as Forte, maybe an inch or two shorter. His greying hair fell neatly to his chin, where he had a neatly trimmed goatee. His clothing was something about of eighteenth century England, a white, frilly undershirt with a wine red jacket, matching pants, expensive looking black shoes and white gloves.

    The man’s bright, orange eyes looked over the young man in front of him. A small smile appeared on his face,

    “So,” he spoke, his voice friendly, yet strong, “You are the one who holds the avatar?”

    Forte raised an eyebrow in confusion. Avatar?

    Before he could say anything however, everything started to get bright again as white once again filled his vision. The last thing he saw was the man’s smile broadening.

    “It looks like we’ll have to talk another time Mr. Rosamund.”

    “Wait!” Forte shouted out, trying to see him through all the white, “Who are you?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    Forte’s eyes flew open as he sat upright. He looked around to find himself back in his bed. He took a deep breath before his face fell into his hand.

    “What a dream,” he muttered as he climbed out of bed. He made his way to the mirror, combing out his tangled hair.

    “Bloody bed hair,” he muttered.

    He turned and began to head for the bathroom, when something caught his eye. He quickly went back to the mirror.

    He could have sworn his reflection moved. Not mirroring his moves, but actually made a movement of its own.

    He stood there silent for a moment, waiting for some kind of movement. He breathed a small sigh when his reflection did nothing out of the ordinary.

    Probably still a bit tired.

    He immediately took back this thought when the reflection grinned.

    Forte backed away in shock as the reflection chuckled evilly and, much to Forte’s surprise and horror, reached out of the mirror. Forte was backed against the wall as his ‘reflection’ climbed out of the mirror and stood before him.

    The doppelganger mirrored Forte’s smirk perfectly as a dark aura began to surround him. Forte watched as the lavender hair fell away to reveal a familiar shock of black, its skin changing to a dark grey with glowing blue archaic patterns covering its body. It’s right arm twisting and changing into the grotesque claw Forte had seen only days ago.

    Menithil smirked as he held out his left arm. A swirl of black surrounded it before his lance appeared in his hand.

    Forte stood there, his eyes glued to the fiend standing in front of him.

    “What the…?”

    The words barely left his mouth before Menithil struck. Forte cried out in pain as he was pinned to the wall. He slowly looked down to see the lance buried into his chest. Strangely enough, there was no blood coming out of the wound. Instead, thin, smoky tendrils of dark energy drifted from it.

    But right now, Forte was more concerned with the unholy amount of pain he was feeling in his chest.

    He painfully glared at the fiend in front of him hatefully. The fiend had a smirk on his face, like he found all this amusing.

    Groaning in pain, Forte shakily reached forward and grabbed hold of the lances handle. Menithil’s expression changed from one of amusement to one of curious interest.

    Slowly, but painfully, Forte began to pull it away from him, trying to pull the lance out of him. Menithil watched in amazement ands his weapon slowly slid out of him.

    With one final cry of pain, Forte tore the lance from his chest. He took a weak step forward, panting heavily while clutching the lance in his left hand. The darkness faded around his chest, showing no signs of the wound or that he had even been stabbed. He glared hatefully at Menithil.

    The fiend’s surprised expression changed to a satisfied smile. Forte rose an eyebrow in confusion.

    “Well done.”

    Forte was confused. First he had impaled him, now he was congratulating him?

    He backed up against the wall again when Menithil began to walk towards him.

    And much to Forte’s amazement, walked into him.

    The same dark aura that surrounded Menithil now surrounded him. He also felt stronger, reinvigorated. He hadn’t felt like this in, well, ever.

    He quickly glanced around the room. There was no sign of Menithil ever being here. Even his lance, which Forte had been holding, seemed to have vanished into nothing.

    “What…just happened?” Forte murmured absently.

    A car horn coming from outside caught his attention. Forte strode over to the window to see a taxi parked outside the apartment building. Reece was standing beside it, waving up to him.

    “Hey Forte!” he called out, “You ready?”

    Forte’s eyes widened. He spun around and looked at the clock on his draws.

    It was seven thirty.

    Forte felt embarrassed. Normally it was Reece who was late for things, not the other way around.

    “Just give me a minute,” he called out before running back in to grab his things.

    -------------~*~--------------

    The airport was bustling with people, each going about their business, whether it was to travel, to arrive. To greet or bid farewell.

    Yet noone noticed the trench-coat clad man standing all alone, leaning against the wall. No one questioned as to why he was here, as he had been there for hours and had come alone.

    The mobile phone in his pocket began to ring. The man was quick to answer.

    ”Are you in position?”

    “Yes sir. He should be getting here soon.”

    ”Good. Now will be a good time to start the ‘preparations’ . Do you see him?”

    The man looked over to see a young man in a uniform walking off down a hallway, a pilot.

    The man smirked.

    “I see him.”

    ”Well then, get to work.”

    “Yes sir.”

    Hanging up and putting the phone away, the man strode off in the pilot’s direction, a sinister smirk on his face.

    Next stop, Domino, Japan. The plan was simple. Get there, find Yugi, duel Yugi and then see what happens.

    Of course, Fate decides to be cruel and make things much more complicated.

    Now a guys put a spanner in my works and it’s time I got a little payback.

    Stick around for chapter 8 Mirror Image See you there.
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    Not bad. I can't say much, seeing as it's a filler chapter, but at least it introduced a few new factors. It was a little short, though.

    Keep it up, and I hope the next chapter doesn't take as long as this one did. I'll be waiting.

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    Oh, yeah, you updated

    By the way, something was wrong in the last duel you had written. When you use Giant Trunade, all spell and trap cards go back to their owner's hands, not just your opponent's, so Forte's Ectoplasmer would have been bounced back into his hand too. No biggiie, just edit it to have him replay the card before the end of the turn.
    Quote Originally Posted by Zorak
    Ever wonder what it'd be like if a person who could barely speak English were to rom-hack one of the Pokemon games, replace the characters, plot, and Pokemon with ones of his own creation, while at the same time making a terrible mockery of the English language as a whole?

    Of course not. Because that'd suck really, really hard. Unfortunately, even though you didn't think about it, this guy did.

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    Ok, now, I'm not exactly up to scratch with the geography of the series, so for the sake of this fic, I'm going to assume Domino City is in Honshu. Onto the chapter!

    Chapter 8: Mirror Image

    Forte gazed lazily out the cabin, his fingers drumming lightly on the seat’s armrest. Reece’s head bobbed slightly to the music he was listening to over those complimentary headphones.

    Forte wasn’t wearing his usually black attire, instead opting for a red, long sleeved shirt, black jeans and a pair of sneakers. Reece however still wore the same outfit he’d been wearing for a few days. Forte wondered if Reece hand more then one of those clothes, and if he ever washed them.

    They had been on the place for a good four hours now. A few more and the group would be in Domino. Then, after a bit of sight-seeing and a good night’s sleep, hunt down Yugi Mutou.

    Forte smirked at this. His plan was simple and very practical.

    ”Well, someone seems excited.”

    “Hmm?”

    Forte looked back to see who was behind him, only to find an empty seat. He looked around to see who was talking to him, but found noone.

    “Something wrong Forte?”

    Forte turned to the red head sitting next to him.

    “Did you hear something?”

    Reece simply shrugged and went back to listening to his music. Forte shook his head as he reminded himself not to ask Reece again anytime soon. He wouldn’t notice an Oni Tank charging towards him when he’s got those headphones on.

    He then heard it again. An ominous chuckling that seemed to come from all directions.

    “What the…?” Forte mused quietly to himself. The voice then spoke.

    ”Don‘t bother looking around. You wont see me. If you want to talk, head to the bathroom.”

    Forte had no idea what the hell was going on, but reluctantly obeyed. Getting up from his seat, he shuffled past Reece and headed for the plane’s bathroom.

    After locking the door, he glared at the mirror.

    “Ok, just what the hell’s going on!?”

    ”You may want to keep your voice down. Otherwise, people will hear you and are going to think you’re crazy.”

    Think I’m crazy!?” Forte replied, keeping his voice low enough so no one outside can hear, “I’m a slightly sadistic ass who enjoys beating on idiots a little more than should be considered healthy, and now I’m hearing voices in my head. Even I think I’ve down right lost it!”

    The voice chuckled.

    ”Well, I wont deny that you tend to enjoy beating on idiotic duellists a bit too much, I can assure you, you’re not insane.”

    “Says the little voice in my head,” Forte said sarcastically.

    He voice sighed.

    ”For the final time. You are not insane! I am not a part of your imagination, nor am I a part of you at all.”

    It was Forte’s turn to sigh.

    “Whatever you say. You got a name?”

    The voice chuckled.

    Menithil…

    There was silence for a moment.

    “Menithil…? You mean, “Dark Lancer Menithil!?”

    ”That is correct.”

    Forte stood there, eyes wide.

    “You mean, that stuff that happened this morning…it was real?”

    ”That’s right.”

    Forte was silent.

    “Forte?”

    “You stabbed me…”

    ”What?”

    “You stabbed me with that frikken spear of yours!”

    Even though he couldn’t see him, Forte could feel that the fiend was a bit taken aback by this outburst.

    ”I’m sorry Forte. I only did it to test you, to make sure you were worthy.”

    “By bloody impaling me against the wall!? Because last time I checked, that was an act of homicide!!”

    Now, Forte was having a little trouble keeping his voice down. As a result, a number of people, including Reece, were hearing Forte’s outbursts and were sending rather odd looks in the direction of the washroom.

    Forte’s almost insane rant was cut off by the intercom crackling to life.

    “Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. Due to circumstances beyond our control, our flight his been re-directed to Sapporo. We apologize for these circumstances.”

    The plane was almost silent for a moment before an insane shriek of frustration erupted from the washroom.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “I can’t believe this!” Forte snarled in frustration. Not only did he learn he had been stabbed by a duel monster, but his trip to Domino was going to take longer than expected. Sure, he was in Japan, but he was on the wrong island.

    “No need to be so pissed,” Reece said calmly, “we just need to transfer to another flight to Domino. It’s free dude, don’t worry.”

    Forte took a deep breath to calm himself. Reece was right, they just had to take another flight, that was all.

    “Um, Forte?”

    Forte over at his red-headed friend.

    “Yes?”

    Reece appeared nervous, as if he was considering the danger of asking this question.

    “Um, on the plane, what the heck were you yelling about?”

    There was a small silence.

    “What?”

    “Well, um,” Reece tried to explain, with a bit of unnerving fear in his voice, “while you were in the washroom, you were yelling something about being stabbed.”

    Forte paled slighty. He didn’t expect anyone to here him yelling at Menithil. He was just about to try and explain it to him when-

    “Mister Rosamund?”

    The two looked over to see a man in a pilot’s uniform. Despite looking respectable, something about him didn’t sit right with Forte and Reece.

    “That’s me,” Forte said warily, “Who wants to know?”

    The pilot chuckled.

    “Someone who’s been very interested in your for these past couple of days.”

    Forte cocked an eyebrow. Something was very wrong with this guy.

    “But first, allow me to apologize,” he smirked, “For, ‘redirecting’ your flight.”

    The pair’s eyes widened.

    “So YOU’RE the prick behind this!” Forte snarled. The man simply chuckled.

    “Yes,” he replied, “you see Mister Rosamund, you have something I want.”

    “And what would that be?”

    The man’s eyes narrowed.

    “The avatar,” he said bluntly.

    Forte raised an eyebrow in confusion.

    “The avatar? What the hell is that?” The man chuckled again.

    “You’ll see, but first, I believe a little duel is in order.”

    “A duel?” Forte was confused. This guy re-routed his flight for something called “the avatar” and now he wanted to duel?

    “Just who the hell are you?”

    The man smirked before he tore of his jacket. As clothing flew into the air, Forte’s jaw dropped at what he saw before him.

    Standing in front of him, was not a pilot, but himself.

    Or at least, he looked like him. A few changes in the structure of his face showed that he was only dressed to look like him.

    “I am Replica,” the look-a-like chuckled sinisterly, almost pulling off Forte’s trade-mark smirk. Forte’s eyes narrowed.

    “You know,” he said, “If you were a fan of mine, I’d be flattered. If you were trying to be great by copying me, I’d have to kick your ass, but since you’ve screwed up my trip over here AND are now pretending to be me, I’m going to have to cause some emotional trauma.”

    Replica chuckled.

    “We’ll see about that,” he said, brandishing the duel disk on his arm (Forte had noticed it wasn’t on his arm before and wondered where it had come from), “Let’s duel!”

    Forte brandished his duel disk as well.

    “Bring it on you wannabe!”

    Forte: 8000
    Replica: 8000

    “The first move is yours,” Replica offered. Forte merely grunted in response as he drew.

    His eyes roamed over his card quickly before making a choice.

    “I’ll set one monster in defence mode and one card face down. Your turn.”

    A Replica drew, Forte suppressed a smirk.

    When he tries to attack, whatever he summons will be bounced right back by my Wall of Illusion, leaving this wannabe open for a direct attack.

    Who says old cards aren’t useful?


    Replica smirked at his hand.

    “I’ll also play one monster face down and one card face down. Your turn.”

    Forte raised an eyebrow.

    He didn’t attack?

    Forte’s eyes narrowed as he drew.

    Well, I guess I have to attack him!

    “I summon Archfiend Soldier in attack mode!”

    Forte’s fiendish soldier appeared before him, its cape flapping through the air, it’s blade ready to strike (1900/1500).

    “Attack his face down card!” Forte ordered. The archfiend was more than willing to oblige. With a bone chilling war-cry, it dove into the air before bringing it’s blade down on the card.

    Forte’s eyes widened when the monster appeared.

    “Wall of Illusion!?”

    As the wall shattered, a blast of dark energy sent the Archfiend Soldier flying back, straight through Forte.

    Replica smirked.

    “Aww, weren’t you expecting that Forte?” he taunted in a voice that sounded remarkably similar to Forte’s, “I thought you’d be smarter than that.”

    Forte snarled.

    That little bastard copied my move exactly!

    He looked down at his trap card.

    Well, if he did, he shouldn’t be able to stop this.

    “I switch Wall of Illusion into attack mode!”

    A fiendish wall, appearing to be made of flesh, appeared. It had a pale face dead centre, it’s fiendish eyes glaring at Forte’s double (1000/1850).

    “Now then,” Forte smirked, “If you had copied my move, which I’m pretty sure you have, you shouldn’t be able to stop this! Wall of Illusion! Attack him directly!”

    The wall’s eyes widened as it’s face let out a piercing shriek. Replica grunted as his hands shot to his ears, trying to drown out the sound.

    Forte: 8000
    Replica: 7000

    “And that’s my turn.”

    Replica drew.

    “I’ll set another monster face down and end my turn.”

    Forte drew as the card materialised. He had half expected Replica to try to copy his move and attack his Wall of Illusion.

    “I’ll re-summon Archfiend Soldier!” he announced as his hellish soldier reappeared, eyeing Replica’s face down card.

    Hmmm, do I really want to risk attacking that card?

    For all Forte knew it could be another Wall of Illusion, or something worse. He decided to play it safe for once.

    “I’ll end my turn then.”

    Replica simply drew, pulling of Forte’s trademark smirk (causing Forte’s eye to twitch slightly. That was HIS smirk).

    “First off,” Replica announced, “I’ll play Pot of Greed!”

    That all too familiar grinning green jar appeared. Two card floated up from its opening, into Replica’s hand.

    “And now,” he announced, “I’ll reveal my face down monster. Brain Jacker!”

    The card flipped, revealing the purple living brain with wings. (200/900).

    Forte gasped as the fiend latched onto his Wall of Illusion’s face, forcing it to float over to Replica’s side.

    “And now,” Replica chuckled, “I’ll sacrifice YOUR wall, to summon MY Inferno Hammer in attack mode!”

    In a blaze of flame, Forte’s wall and Replica’s Brain Jacker were incinerated. Out of the flames stepped the hulking fiend brandishing its hammer threateningly. A sinister chuckled echoed from it’s small, skull-like head. (2400/0).

    “And now,” Replica grinned, “To make sure that trap of yours isn’t a threat, I play Giant Trunade!” Forte shielded himself as a ferocious cyclone picked up. In the eye of the storm, a sinister, growling face could be seen. With great force, it blew both Replica and Forte’s traps back to their hands.

    “Now!” Replica shouted, “Inferno Hammer, crush his Archfiend Soldier!”

    With a deep chuckle, the fiend stomped over to Forte’s soldier, raising its hammer high over its head. The archfiend shielded itself, but it proved futile as it was crushed by the giant hammer.

    Forte growled, clearly irritated by this.

    Forte: 7500
    Replica: 7000

    “I’ll re-set my face down card, and it’s your turn.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed. His guy had copied his appearance, his deck, and now his was copying his personality.

    I never knew I was such an asshole!

    Forte drew. He looked over his cards and smirked.

    “I’ll re-set my trap card, and now, I’ll play the magic card, Pre-mature Burial!”

    Forte’s face down card appeared, as well as his magic card.

    “I’ll pay 800 life points, in order to resurrect my Archfiend Soldier!”

    With a roar, Forte’s soldier clawed its way out of the ground. Brushing dirt off itself, it brandished its sword, glaring at Replica’s Inferno Hammer (1900/1500).

    Forte: 6700
    Replica: 7000

    “But he wont be staying for long,” Forte chuckled, “Because now I’ll sacrifice him, to summon the terror known as, Great Maju Garzette!”

    Replica gasped in shock as Forte’s soldier dissolved in hazy green mist. Out of the mist rose Forte’s terrorfying fiend, towering over Replica and the Inferno Hammer. The crowd that had gathered backed away slightly. Maju crossed it arms as its eyes glared down on Replica (0/0) – (3800/0)

    “Now then,” Forte said, grinning, “Maju Garzette! Destroy his Inferno Hammer!”

    With a earth shaking bellow, Great Maju Garzette pulled its fist back, preparing to strike.

    “Not s fast!” Replica snapped, “I activate my trap card! Bark of the Dark Ruler!”

    Forte’s grin widened.

    “What a coincidence, because in response to that, I activate MY Bark of the Dark Ruler as well!”

    Replica paled as Forte’s card revealed itself.

    “And now,” Forte laughed, “I’ll pay 2400 life points to reduce your monsters attack to 0!”

    Replica bit back a cry of fear. No matter how many life points he paid now, his card would be destroyed.

    “Then I’ll pay 3800 to reduce YOUR monster to 0!” he shouted.

    The two monster roared as they attacked each other. The result was a violent explosion, blasting both monsters to shards.

    As the smoke cleared, Replica was trembling slightly, while Forte’s manic grin was wider than ever.

    Forte: 4300
    Replica: 3200

    “Why…did you do that?” Replica asked. Forte chuckled.

    “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in the lead again.” Replica sarled.

    “And in case YOU didn’t notice, neither of us have monsters now!”

    “It’s still my move. I’ll set one card face down and end my turn.”

    Replica scowled as he drew.

    “I summon Gil Garth in attack mode!”

    A dark portal opened before Replica and the mechanical blue and purple fiend sprung from it. Drawing it’s blade, it glared (or it would if Forte could see its eyes) at the fiend duellist (1800/1200).

    “Now!” Replica barked, “Gil Garth! Attack him directly!”

    Forte resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the fiend screeched and dove towards him.

    “Did you even pay attention to my trap card? Activate Shadow Spell!”

    Replica gasped as Forte’s trap card revealed itself. It shot out numerous black iron chains, binding Replica’s fiend in place.

    “And, since you’re copying my deck, I don’t think I’d have to explain what this does.”

    The fiend groaned as its attack fell to 1100.

    Replica snarled as he quickly looked through his hand.

    “Very well, I’ll play Nightmare Steel Cage!”

    A dome of dark flames surrounded Forte. He growled as the scorching flames subsided, revealing a black metal cage covered in spikes.

    “And that ends my turn.”

    Forte drew. A small smile played on his face.

    “I’ll summon Bistro Butcher in attack mode!”

    A bulky, blue skinned fiend appeared. He was wearing a chef’s ensemble, complete with the hat. He held a large meat cleaver in one hand, and his other was replaced with a golden hook. He grinned wickedly as he sharpened his blade on his hook (1800/1000).

    “And that will end my turn.”

    Replica drew, and grinned.

    “I’ll use MY Premature Burial to bring back Brain Jacker.”

    The fiendish brain creature clawed out from the ground next to the bound Gil Garth.

    “And now, I’ll sacrifice both of them, to summon, Invader of the Darkness!”

    The two fiends shattered and a dark mist appeared. Out of the mist stood a tall, powerful humanoid fiend. His entire body seemed to be covered with golden metal, with a tattered hood and cloak over it. Its burning, golden eyes focused on Forte, as a powerful aura emitted around it (2900/2500).

    “Now then,” Replica smirked, “Since I can’t attack due to my cage, I’ll set one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte drew as the card appeared behind Replica’s Invader. A wide grin spread across his face.

    “First of all,” he announced, I’ll sacrifice my Butcher to summon the king of my deck! Ladies and gentlemen, Dark Ruler Ha Des!”

    The butcher was engulfed in black flames, and out of the flames rose Forte’s demonic monarch. His blood red eyes narrowed as he saw his partner’s impostor (2450/1600).

    Replica grinned. “He’s not strong enough to destroy my Invader!”

    “Oh, but he will,” Forte chuckled, “because now, I play, Servants of the Dark Ruler!”

    Replica raised an eyebrow as the card appeared.

    “What would summon a bunch of weak monsters do for you?” Replica asked, “They have less chance of destroying my Invader than Ha Des.”

    Forte’s grin widened.

    “No, but they’ll help Ha Des. I summon, not one, not two, but three Winged Minions!”

    Three small fiends appeared on either side of Ha Des. They were black, were kept airborne by their small wings and only wore a small loincloth as clothing. They screeched loudly as they flew around Ha Des (700/700).

    “And finally, I’ll bring to the field, Dark Defender!”

    A fiend wearing a black suit of armour appeared. On its arms were to large metal plates. Its red eyes glowed from behind its visor as it knelt down, putting its arms together. The metal plates formed a shield with a demonic looking design on them. (500/2000)

    Forte: 2300
    Replica: 3200

    “Now,” Forte grinned insanely, “I’ll sacrifice all three of my minions, to activate their effects!”

    The three fiends screeched as their bodies dissolved into a dark mist.

    “when they’re tributed, I can add 700 attack and defence points to any fiend choose, and I choose to add them to Ha Des!”

    Ha Des laughed as he absorbed the energy into himself. A dark aura surrounded himself as his attack and defence sky-rocketed. (2450/1600) – (4550/3700)

    Replica’s jaw dropped. 4550 attack points? That was insane!

    He quickly calmed when he remembered his face down card.

    “That will be all for now,” Forte said calmly, “Your turn.”

    Replica pulled off Forte’s insane grin as he drew.

    “I’ll now summon, Dark Jeroid in attack mode!”

    The grotesque, purple skinned fiend appeared next to the Invader of Darkness, its two grotesque faces moaning and groaning (1200/1500)

    “And I’ll use it’s effect, two decrease my Invader’s attack by 800!”

    Forte rolled his eyes as the monster’s attack fell to 2100. He knew what Replica was doing, he’s used the same strategy himself.

    “And now,” Replica laughed, “I’ll activate Reverse Trap! This will reduce your Dark Ruler’s attack to almost nothing, while powering up my Invader!”

    Forte watched as his ruler groaned, it’s attack falling to 350. On the other side of the field, Replica’s Invader let out a powerful bellow as its attack rose to 3700.

    “It’s over!” Replica laughed insanely, “Invader of the Darkness, destroy his Dark Ruler!”

    The invader let out a roar as it dove towards, it’s fist ready to strike. A thunderous explosion rocked the area as it struck. Replica howled in triumph.

    “I win!”

    However, Replica was about to have a nasty surprise. As the dust cleared, he could clearly see the manic expression on Forte’s face…

    …and that fact that Ha Des was still standing.

    “WHAT!?” Replica shrieked, “It should be destroyed!”

    Forte chuckled sinisterly.

    “Oh, but something was destroyed.”

    Replica looked over and his eyes widened in horror. Standing in front of Ha Des, shield drawn, was Forte’s Dark Defender. It’s armour was cracked up to the point where it would fall apart any moment.

    “But…but, I attacked Ha Des! Not your defender!” Forte’s grin died down to his usual smirk.

    “You’re copying my deck, yet you don’t remember what Dark Defender does? He’s a DEFENDER! He’s pretty much a bodyguard for fiends such as Ha Des. So, when a fiend of level five or higher is attacked, he takes the hit instead.

    Replica paled.

    “Now, if you had been smart, you’d have waited until I attacked before activating that trap. But, since you’ve gone and wasted it, I’ll have to kick you’re ass!”

    Forte’s manic expression returned as he drew, Ha Des’ attack returning to normal.

    “Dark Ruler Ha Des! Destroy his Dark Jeroid! Flames of the Dark Ruler!”

    Replica cried out in horror as Ha Des took a massive gulp of his wine, a stream of black flame bursting forth from his mouth. Dark Jeroid shrieked in agony before being incinerated by the flames. Replica cried out in pain as he tried to shield himself from the flames.

    Forte: 2300
    Replica: 0

    The crowd that had gathered cheered as the remaining monsters vanished from sight. Forte ignored them though as he strode over to Replica, who had fallen to his knees after Ha Des’ attack.

    Seizing the impostor by the collar, Forte brought him up until they were eye level.

    “Alright you little wannabe,” Forte spoke quietly, his voice laced with underlying malice, “One what the hell made you think you could get away with copying me?”

    Even though the fear was still in Replica’s eyes, he tried to cover it up with a smirk.

    “What would be the last thing a person would ever expect to face. Himself.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed.

    “It still pissed me off, but fair enough. Two, what the hell did you want?”

    Replica’s eyes narrowed.

    “I already told you, you dolt, I’m after the avatar!”

    Forte snarled and tightened his grip, silencing Replica.

    “That brings me to question number three. What the hell is this avatar? Why is it so bloody important that you had to redirect my flight to a completely….different…”

    Forte trailed off as realisation dawned on him. He quickly pulled away and looked over at a clock ganging nearby. His eyes widened.

    “Oh shi-!” Forte dropped Replica and darted over to Reece and their luggage.

    “Our flight!”

    Reece yelped when it hit him as well. Grabbing his bags, the two teens darted off towards departures, apparently forgetting all about Replica.

    As he watched them fade into the crowds of people, Replica breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He had seen Forte duel a number of times, but watching him duel and actually duelling him were two separate things.

    Duelling him was a lot more terrifying.

    Quickly scrambling to his feet, he darted off to a secluded corner of the airport, hoping that Forte didn’t remember about him. He quickly pulled a cell phone from his pocket and hit the speed dial.

    He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for him to answer.

    ”Yes Replica?”

    “Um, sir, I duelled Forte. I, um,”

    ”I saw the whole thing. You failed. I must admit, Forte can cope with a situation pretty well.”

    “I’m sorry sir.”

    ”Well, at least your efforts did some good.”

    “Sir?”

    Because of you, we now know who has the avatar, and after your hijacking, we know where he’s going to be heading. It will make things easier to track him.”

    A small smile appeared on Replica.

    “So, does this mean I still get paid?”

    He then winces, as if he could feel his boss glaring on the other end of the line.

    ”You’ll be lucky to get half Replica.”

    And with that the line went dead. Replica groaned and sighed. This was going to be a big blotch on his career.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Sir.”

    “Yes?”

    “It seems they’ve already begun moving against him. Forte’s already faced one of his agents.”

    “I see. I guess it’s time we made our move.”

    “Yes sir.”

    “I will meet with him myself.”

    “You sir?”

    “Yes. It would be in our best interests with we got to him before they did.”

    “I see.”

    “I shall depart immediately.”

    “Yes sir.”

    Name: Dark Defender
    Card Type: Monster
    Monster Type: Fiend/Effect
    Attribute: Dark
    Level: 4
    Attack: 500
    Defence: 2000
    Effect: When a FIEND monster level 5 or higher is attacked, you may redirect the attack to this card instead.

    Well, that was interesting.

    And infuriating.

    You really need to calm down Forte. Although, I am curious as to what this “avatar” he wanted was.

    Perhaps I can provide the answers.

    Who are you?

    You’ll find out in chapter 9, Crystal Clear Explanations.

    Why can’t you tell us now?
    I'm in your dimensions, screwing with your reality!


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    Interesting.

    First, the mistakes:

    You cannot switch a monster's battle position in the middle of the Battle Phase. Forte could not have attacked with Archfiend Soldier, moved Wall of Illusion to Attack Mode, and then attacked with Wall of Illusion.

    Second, a battle between two monsters with zero attack results in neither being destroyed.

    Anyway, it was a decent chapter. Kind of reminded me of Doppler from my original story. I hope you try to be a little more original with opponents in the future, though.

    And by the way, no-one has ever pinpointed Domino's specific location - it can be anywhere in Japan you want it to be.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Sage View Post
    Second, a battle between two monsters with zero attack results in neither being destroyed.
    I actually don't believe that's the case. I don't see why it would be, anyway.

    Anyways, I've finally read this whole thing... Kinda nice to see an anti-hero in Yugioh, that's rather rare. I'm always fond of reading about the total pricks that are also the Good Guys, so I'm going to definately keep reading this one.
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    Chapter 9: Crystal Clear Explanations.

    A number of people in the airport jumped when they heard an angry roar echo through the building. People closer to the source turned to see an angry Forte stomping through the terminal, followed by Reece, who was trying to calm his friend down.

    “Ok dude, just calm down!”

    “When I get my hands on him…!”

    Due to his duel with Replica, Forte and Reece ad missed their flight to Honshu. To top it all off, Replica had (wisely) fled the airport and was now impossible to find. Naturally, having everything go wrong for him today, Forte was beside himself.

    “Look, just calm down mate,” Reece said hurriedly, hoping to stop him before he did something they’d both regret, “We can still get to Domino. It would just take, um, longer than usual.”

    Forte calmed slightly, even though there was still anger in his eyes.

    “I guess you’re right.”

    Reece smiled slightly. Sure, Forte was still angry, but at least he wasn’t on the verge of committing homicide.

    Then a thought popped into the red-head’s mind.

    “Hey Forte?”

    “Yeah?”

    “You, didn’t happen to pack anything unusual before we headed to the airport did you?”

    Forte cocked an eyebrow.

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, Replica was after something called the ‘avatar’ right?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Well, maybe you had packed this ‘avatar’ into your luggage without realising what it was.”

    Forte shook his head.

    “All I packed was my deck, some clothes and a few other things. Nothing that could be considered an ‘avatar’ of any kind.”

    “Well, you must have, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to all that trouble just to duel you?”

    Forte shrugged.

    “Speaking of which, if I did have this ‘Avatar’, why the hell did he feel the need to duel me? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just mug me and steal it?”

    Reece was about to respond when a small chuckle from nearby caught their attention. The pair looked over to see a figure leaning against a wall not too far from them. He was looked at the floor, so all the two could see was his head, which was covered in greying hair. He was also wearing a trench coat, a rather well kept one that didn’t make him appear to bulky or anything.

    “You two are just full of questions aren’t you?”

    Their eyes narrowed slightly.

    “And what does it matter to you?” Reece asked, cautiously. The figure just chuckled as he looked up.

    “Well, I just thought since you two were so curious, I figured I’d give you some answers.”

    Forte bit back a gasp as the man’s orange eyes met his green. Those eyes, the greying hair, the goatee.

    It was him! The man from Forte’s dream! Although Forte tried to keep himself from looking shocked, the man before them could see it in his eyes, chuckling softly.

    “Who are you?”

    The man responded with a chuckle.

    “Where are my manners?” he said, pulling away from the wall and taking a few steps towards them, “My name is Dimitri.”

    Reece was about to introduce him and Forte when Dimitri cut him off.

    “There’s no need. I already know who you two are,” he looked over at Forte, “especially you.”

    Something about Dimitri’s eyes made Forte a little uncomfortable.

    “But enough about myself,” Dimitri said, “I’m sure the two of you are curious as to what’s going on.”

    “We know what’s going on,” Reece spoke up, “Some prick hijacked our flight, just to duel my friend here,” he jerked his thumb at Forte, “just to get a hold of something called the ‘avatar’. We know what’s going on, what we want to know is what the heck this ‘avatar’ thing is.”

    Dimitri just chuckled in response.

    “Oh, there’s a lot more to this than just that one incident. Right Mister Rosamund?”

    Reece looked over at his friend in confusion. Forte just stared at Dimitri.

    “What do you mean?”

    Dimitri smiled knowingly.

    “You know what I mean. But if you want me to tell you, then I shall. There are some things you’d need to know.”

    “That would be nice,” Reece said, looking between Forte and Dimitri.

    “Well,” Dimitri gestured to the area around them, “This place seems a little too crowded for a conversation such as this. I think a more private setting would suffice.”

    Dimitri blinked and his eyes started to glow a brilliant white. Forte stepped back in shock and Reece almost cried out as their view went completely white.

    They felt like they were being pulled somewhere, very fast. A non-existent wind whipped at their clothes as they were pulled through the white.

    Only seconds after it began, it stopped, the blinding light dimmed.

    Quickly adjusting their eyes, Forte and Reece looked around. Both were shocked to find themselves no longer at the airport, but in the middle of what appeared to be a ballroom.

    Forte recognised the place instantly. It was the same ballroom from his dream, meaning that they were most likely in the same castle.

    So, for all Forte knew, they couldn’t even be in Japan anymore.

    Dimitri’s hearty chuckle brought them back to reality.

    “Not bad is it?” he chuckled.

    “Where are we?” Reece asked. Even Forte wanted to know exactly where they were.

    “You’re in our home,” Dimitri simply replied. Not exactly the answer Forte was looking for, although something raised another question.

    “Our?”

    Dimitri smiled and nodded.

    “Yes. You see, I am the head of a select group of Duellists known as the Heavenly Kings.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed slightly. The man from his dream, Gabriel, said that he was the head of a select group as well.

    Whether Dimitri noticed this glare or not, Forte wasn’t entirely sure. Dimitri’s expression didn’t change.

    “Anyway,” he spoke up, changing the subject, “I brought you here to give you answers, and answers I shall give you.”

    Reece breathed a small sigh of relief.

    “Finally! We’re getting somewhere!”

    “However,” A small smile appeared on his face, “I think it will be easier for me if I had someone help me explain it.”

    The pair raised an eyebrow as Dimitri waved his hand. A strange sensation went over Forte, like something was being pulled out of him. It wasn’t painful, but it felt strange. Reece watched as a spectral version of Forte floated out of his friend, floating to his side. With a small flash, the spectre’s appearance changed. Instead of Forte, there stood none other than Dark Lancer Menilith.

    Forte jumped when he noticed the fiend standing next to him. While he still looked incorporeal, it was still a shock to see the fiendish duel monster appear behind him.

    Menilith smirked at Forte’s reaction, almost amused. Reece just stood there, his jaw inches from the floor.

    “What…the freak!?” Reece shrieked. This was all getting a bit much for him. First he had been transported to God-knows-where, and now the spirit of a fiend was standing next to them.

    Dimitri was clearly amused with their reactions. He looked at the fiend.

    “Menilith,” he spoke up, getting his attention, “care to help me explain to these boys the situation?”

    Menilith silently nodded.

    “It would help if my new master knew everything.”

    Forte raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he had ever been referred to as “master” and to be honest, it would be something that took some time for Forte to get used to.

    “Well then,” Dimitri pondered, placing his hand on his chin, “Where shall we begin?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    He leaned over his desk, shuffling through some papers, the only light in the large office was from the light of the sunset coming in through the wall length window behind him. Eurydice stood by his side, silent and emotionless as ever.

    “Gabriel…”

    The aforementioned blonde looked up from his papers, a small smile appeared on his lips when he saw who was standing before him.

    “Ah, it’s you,” he said, like he was greeting a friend or a family member, “Is there a problem.”

    The youth’s green eyes stared back into Gabriel’s brownish red.

    “It’s about the avatars,” he spoke. Gabriel leaned back in his wheelchair.

    “What about them?”

    The youth paced back and forth, not taking his eyes off of him for a second.

    “I know you said that they were instrumental to our plans, but I don’t really know anything about them.”

    Gabriel’s eyes closed and he chuckled softly.

    “I’m surprised you didn’t ask that question sooner. Take a seat.”

    The youth obliged, sitting down in front of Gabriel’s desk. Gabriel leaned forward.

    “You remember how I told you about the Shadow Realm right?”

    The youth nodded.

    “You told me how ancient rulers used its power to play Shadow Games, the earliest form of Duel Monsters.”

    Gabriel nodded.

    “But before that, the Shadow Realm, and our world, were not so separate. In ancient times, long before the Shadow Games began, the two worlds were connected through sacred gates.”

    The youth sat quietly, listening.

    “Any man, woman, and child could enter the Shadow Realm, and likewise, the beings of darkness, the denizens of the Shadow Realm and what we refer to as Duel Monsters, could enter our world at any point.”

    Gabriel leaned back.

    “However, this period was not to last. The barrier between the two worlds began to weaken, the holes which allowed passage between the worlds began to widen. If this was not remedied, the barrier would shatter, causing the two worlds to spill upon each other. The Shadow Realm, and our world, would become one.

    However, the people of our world would not allow this. They decided to seal up the gates to the Shadow Realm and strength the barrier dividing them.”

    A small smirk graced his lips.

    “In order for this to be done, a sacrifice had to be made.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “A sacrifice?”

    Dimitri nodded.

    “They rounded up six powerful monsters to use as sacrifices, each on a representation of their element. Fire, wind, water, earth, light, and darkness.

    In a sacred ritual, these monster were sacrificed, their bodies and powers used to strengthen the dimensional wall and separate the shadow realm from our world.”

    Reece looked over at Menilith.

    “You sacrificed yourself to save our world?” he questioned.

    Menilith rolled his eyes.

    “Yeah right. Those pitiful humans captured us and sacrificed us against our will. I think the only one of us who sacrificed themselves willingly was the avatar of light.”

    Forte eyed Menilith. He had a feeling this guy wasn’t one for self sacrifice, and he wasn’t really surprised that humanity would sacrifice them to save their own hides. Afterall, humanity were a cowardly, selfish race most of the time.

    Thank God there were some exceptions.

    “But wait,” Reece piped up, “If these guys were destroyed, then how are they…”

    “Allow me to answer that,” Dimitri replied, “A year ago, almost out of nowhere, Maxamillion Pegasus recreated these monsters in card form, saying to have gotten the idea from a dream he had. These cards were infused with the essence of these six monsters, who continued to linger for centuries after their sacrifice. However, Pegasus didn’t realise this.

    He was planning on putting these cards into circulation. However, before this occurred, the prototypes mysteriously vanished.”

    “You mean stolen,” Forte spoke up.

    Dimitri nodded.

    “A organization plans to use the avatars for their own sinister goals. We also believe that they had a hand in their creation to begin with.”

    “Dogma…”

    Dimitri smiled.

    “Exactly.”

    Reece raised an eyebrow, curious as to how Forte knew who they were up against.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “We had managed to gain five of them,” Gabriel leaned back into his chair, “However, as you know, a little nuisance managed to obtain the sixth one before we got to it.”

    The boy’s eyes narrowed. He knew exactly who Gabriel was referring to.

    “And then, one of our own had a little “change of heart” and stole one of the avatars in our possession. I sent that mercenary Replica to track him down and reclaim it before it bonded with another. However, as you know, he was less than successful.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Bonded?”

    Dimitri nodded.

    “You see, when you played Menilith during that tournament, Menilith’s essence bonded with your soul. Now, only you can use his power. It wont work with anyone else.”

    “Wait, so if Menilith’s bonded with Forte’s soul, then why are Dogma bothering to go after him? It wont work with anyone else.”

    Dimitri sighed.

    “There is a way to separate them. Forte must be defeated in a duel. If that happens, Forte and Menilith will be separated and almost anyone can bind with him again.”

    “So that’s why Replica wanted to duel me,” Forte pondered. Dimitri and Menilith nodded.

    “But, they’re just cards right?” Reece asked, “Even though they can bond with a person’s soul, they really can’t do anything outside of duels right?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “I believe you already know the answer to that question.”

    “The ritual.”

    Gabriel nodded, his smile widening.

    “The same ritual that sealed up the gates can be used to create a new one. With the power of the six avatars, we will be able to gain access to the full power of the Shadow Realm. This world will become one with it, all will be able to harness it’s power.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    “This will spell disaster for all mankind.”

    Forte and Reece nodded.

    “And that is about it,” Dimitri concluded.

    The pair were silent for a moment, digesting all the information.

    “I can guess what you want us to do then,” Forte spoke after a moment, crossing his arms.

    Reece, Dimitri and Menilith awaited what Forte had to say.

    “You want me and Reece to hunt down these Dogma guys and get the other four avatars off of them. Am I right?”

    Dimitri nodded.

    “Well,” Forte smirked, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m afraid I have other business to attend to.”

    Dimitri’s eyes widened.

    “What?”

    “Look, the only thing I’m interested in is finding Yugi and duelling him. I have no interest in getting into a war between two groups over these guys,” He gestured to Menilith.

    Dimitri was dumbstruck. While he knew of Forte’s ruthless, cocky nature, he had not expected him to simply refuse to help.

    “But…”

    “Look,” Forte interrupted, “you said that they need all SIX of these things right? Well, I have one, and so do you. So, all we really need to do is keep them from getting hold of them.

    And besides, if you guys want the avatars, why don’t you go get them yourself?”

    Dimitri sighed. This was not how he had planned it.

    “There must be some way to convince you. The whole world is at stake!”

    Forte simply shrugged.

    “Not my problem. Besides, as long as I have this, the world’s staying the way it is. No if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you dropped as us off where you found us.”

    Dimitri breathed another defeated sigh before glaring at Forte.

    “In that case, it would simply be too dangerous to allow someone like you to run around with the avatar.”

    With a flash of light a duel disk appeared on his arm. It was regal in appearance, something you’d expect royalty to have.

    “I challenge you to a duel Forte! And when I win, I’ll confiscate the avatar.”

    Forte smirked as he flicked out his duel disk.

    “Fine,” he said, “It’s not my job to talk people out of doing incredibly stupid things.”

    “Oh, I think you’ll find I’m a lot smarter than I look. Let’s duel!”

    Forte: 8000
    Dimitri: 8000

    “You can start this,” Dimitri said.

    “Fine by me,” Forte replied, drawing. He smirked.

    Not a bad opening.

    “I’ll summon Gil Garth in attack mode!”

    Forte’s metallic fiend arose, it’s sword ready to cleave anything in two. (1800/1200)

    “I’ll end my turn with that.”

    Forte looked down at his hand, namely the Winged Minion card.

    On my next turn, I’ll summon this, and sacrifice it to pump up my Gil Garth. Simple Enough.

    Dimitri drew.

    “I summon Crystal Beast Topaz Tiger in attack mode!” Forte rose an eyebrow as a white tiger, adorned in armour and, as its name suggested, a topaz rested on its head, appeared before Dimitri. The tiger roared proudly (1600/1000).

    Crystal Beast? Never heard of that before.

    “Well, I’m afraid your little cat’s not strong enough to defeat Garth. So sorry.”

    Dimitri smirked.

    “Oh really? Topaz Tiger, attack his fiend!”

    “Um, excuse me, um, are you incapable of counting? Gil Garth has 1800, your tiger has 1600. 200 too short. Learn your math.”

    However, Forte’s smirk immediately vanished when Dimitri’s tiger sliced through Gil Garth. He fiend groaned before shattering into pixels.

    What’s more, Forte found his life points drop as well.

    Forte: 7800
    Dimitri: 8000

    “Wha!?” Forte cried out. Reece’s eyes widened, equally confused. Dimitri chuckled.

    “Allow me to explain. When my tiger attacks a monster, it’s attack increases by 400, so it was 200 more than yours.”

    Dimitri smirked triumphantly.

    “Learn your math Forte.”

    Forte snarled.

    “Is that all?”

    Dimitri nodded as Forte drew.

    “I’ll play Pot of Greed!” Forte added two more cards to his hand, and smirked.

    “I’ll now set one monster in defence mode and end my turn.”

    Dimitri raised a cautious eyebrow as he drew.

    “I’ll summon Crystal Beast Amber Mammoth in attack mode!” A large woolly mammoth appeared next to Dimitri’s tiger. It was decorated with similar armour and like it’s fellow crystal beast, had a large amber on it’s forehead. The mammoth let out a cry, ready for battle (1700/1600).

    “Now! Topaz Tiger, attack his face down monster!”

    The tiger roared as it lunged at the card. Its claws, ready to strike the enemy, instead bounced harmlessly off of the shield of Forte’s Dark Defender (500/2000).

    Dimitri grunted in annoyance.

    “I’ll end my turn then.”

    Dante drew, a wild smirk on his face.

    “Alright,” he announced, “First, I’ll sacrifice my Dark Defender, to summon the one, the only, Dark Ruler Ha Des!”

    With a triumphant cry, the Defender was engulfed in black flames, out of which rose Forte’s monarch of hell (1240/1600).

    “And now,” Forte plucked a card from his hand, “I play the field spell, Domicile of the Dark Ruler!”

    The ground began to shake as the room twisted and changed into what appeared to be a gruesome palace made of bone. The smell of fire and brimstone filled the air.

    Forte smirked.

    “Since you brought us to your home, I thought it would be suitable for me to bring you to Ha Des’. You see, this card can only exist when Ha Des is on the field, but while it does, no fiends can be destroyed.

    In other words, my monsters are invincible.”

    Dimitri’s eyes narrowed as Reece pulled up his shirt to cover his nose. Not only did this place creep the red-head out, but the smell was a little overpowering.

    “Now!” Forte shouted maniacally, “Dark Ruler Ha Des! Attack his Topaz Tiger!”

    The tiger roared in defiance as the fiend sent a wave of black flame in its direction. However, at the last moment, a large form appeared between the tiger and the flames, taking the brunt of it.

    Forte watched as the smouldering remains of Dimitri’s mammoth collapses to the floor, shattering upon hitting the ground.

    “Um, there must be something wrong with this duel disk. I said attack the TIGER. Not the mammaoth!”

    “It’s no error Forte,” Dimitri said, “You see, when one of my Crystal Beasts is attacked, I can redirect the attack to my mammoth.”

    Forte shrugged.

    “Whatever, you only saved yourself 100 life points, no big deal.”

    Forte: 7800
    Dimitri: 7250

    Forte chuckled smugly, before noticing something strange on Dimitri’s side of the field.

    While his mammoth had been destroyed, the amber that had rested on its head remained. It was now orbiting around Dimitri like a small moon.

    The elder man noticed and smirked.

    “Confused? Allow me to explain. You see, my Crystal Beasts have a rather, unique talent. When they’re destroyed, their crystal remains, which acts as a permanent magic card.”

    Now this was new to Forte. Monsters that turned into permanent spell cards when they died?

    “And what exactly does it do then?”

    “Nothing.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow.

    “Eh?”

    Dimitri shrugged. “It does nothing. It just sits there in my magic and trap zone.”

    A small grin plastered Forte’s face.

    Now this is just perfect. Every time I destroy one of his weak monsters, it takes up his spell and trap zones. He wont be able to play any magic and trap cards at all. And with my Domicile on the field, even if he summons something strong enough, he can’t hurt me!

    “I’ll end my turn then,” Forte said smugly as Dimitri drew a card.

    “I’ll switch my tiger in defence mode,” he announced, as his monster curled up, it’s eyes still glaring at Forte and Ha Des warily.

    “And now, I’ll summon Crystal Beast Amethyst Cat in attack mode!”

    In a flash of pink, a bit cat resembling a pink panther appeared next to the tiger In its chest rested a glistening amethyst. It hissed at Forte, its claws bared (1200/400).

    “Must…resist…urge…to make…Pink Panther joke…” Reece said from the sidelines, causing a small chuckle from his friend.

    “Novelty value aside, what was the point of summoning that thing in attack mode? It’ll only get crushed by Ha Des, and you’ll loose a huge chunk of life points.”

    “True, but at least she’ll be able to do some damage before she goes. You see, by halving my monster’s attack for this turn, she can attack your life points directly! Go my Amethyst Cat!”

    With a small roar, the cat charged, darting around Ha Des before leaping at Forte, clawing him in the face. Forte cried out in pain as he held his face.

    Forte: 7200
    Dimitri: 7250

    Forte glared at the cat and then at Dimitri.

    “That stung,” he snarled. Dimitri chuckled.

    “Well, that will be all for me. Your move Mr. Rosamund.”

    Forte was still glaring as he drew. He quickly reminded himself of the situation. He had his favourite monster and a magic card that made him virtually invincible. Meanwhile, all Dimitri had were two weak monsters and a useless permanent crystal taking up space. The cocky smirk returned to his face.

    “Well, for starters, I’ll play the magic card Meteor of Destruction!”

    All three looked up as dark clouds formed overhead. They parted as the giant, fiery ball of destruction fell from the heavens, striking Dimitri full force. Forte could see Dimitri was trying to stop himself from crying out in pain, retaining his dignity.

    Forte: 7200
    Dimitri: 6250

    “And now,” Forte grinned, “I’ll summon Malice Doll of Demise in attack mode!”

    Forte’s demonic doll appeared next to Ha Des. Gripping his axe tightly, he looked back forth between the cat and the tiger, like a kid in a candy store. And in a way, it was, a wooden, psychotic kid with an axe (1600/1700).

    “And now, Doll of Demise, attack Dimitri’s Topaz Tiger!”

    The doll cheered at the opportunity to destroy the stronger monster, cleaving the tiger in two with a manic zeal.

    “Now, Ha Des, destroy his cat!”

    The cat screeched as she was engulfed in Ha Des’ breath of flame. All that remained where its charred remains and its crystal.

    Forte: 7200
    Dimitri: 5000

    Just like before, the topaz and amethyst from Dimitri’s monster began to revolve around Dimitri. Forte couldn’t help but grin. This couldn’t be better. All the monsters Dimitri brought out so far were quite weak and at this rate, he wouldn’t be able to play and magic or trap cards either.

    “Your turn Dimitri.”

    Dimitri drew.

    “I’ll now play the magic card Crystal Beacon!”

    Forte watched as the magic card materialised in front of Dimitri.

    “Crystal Beacon?” Forte asked, “What does that do?”

    Dimitri smiled.

    “Well, in order to play it, I must at least two Crystal Beasts in my magic or trap card zones. I can special summon one Crystal Beast from my hand, graveyard, or deck. Now, since my graveyard is empty, and the monster I’m looking for isn’t in my hand, I’ll search my deck.”

    He pulled his deck from his disk and began search. He smiled when he found what he was looking for and added it to his hand, quickly shuffling his deck and putting it back in his disk.

    “I’ll now special summon Crystal Beast Ruby Carbuncle in defence mode!”

    A small, dark blue, rodent like creature, with cat like ears, a long tail and adorable red eyes, appeared in a flash of red. It gave a small, adorable little squeak before curling up into a little ball (300/300).

    Forte was quiet for a moment.

    “What…is that?”

    “Well,” Reece shrugged, “Apparently it’s a carbuncle.”

    “That’s right,” Dimitri chuckled, “And also, when this little one is special summoned, I’m able to special summon as many Crystal Beasts as I can from my magic and trap card zone. So now, I’ll bring back, Amethyst cat!”

    The Amethyst floated next to the carbuncle and with a flash of pink, the cat was back (1200/400).

    “Topaz Tiger!”

    The topaz floated to the carbuncle’s right and in a flash of yellow, Dimitri’s tiger returned, roaring and ready for battle (1600/1000)

    “And finally, Amber Mammoth!”

    The amber floated next to the cat and in a flash of orange, the hulking mammoth returned, glaring at Forte (1700/1600)

    “And now, I’ll summon Crystal Beast Emerald Turtle in defence mode!”

    In a flash of green, an ancient turtle appeared next to the tiger. Emeralds were forming on its shell. The turtle took one look at Forte and went into its shell (600/2000)

    “Now then,” Dimitri eyed Forte’s doll, “While your field card will prevent it from being destroyed, I can still damage your life points. Topaz Tiger! Attack his Doll of Demise!”

    The tiger roared and struck Forte’s fiend with great force. The doll cried out and fell on his back, but remained on the field.

    Forte: 6800
    Dimitri: 5000

    “Now, Amber Mammoth, do the same!”

    The doll didn’t even get a change to get up before being stomped on by the giant mammoth. He was probably wishing he could be destroyed right now.

    Forte: 6700
    Dimitri: 5000

    “Now, Amethyst Cat, attack Forte directly!”

    Forte remembered to shield his face, only to get a claw across the stomach.

    Forte: 6100
    Dimitri: 5000

    “And now,” Dimitri explained, “I activate my turtle’s ability. It allows me to switch one of my monsters form attack into defence mode, as long as it has attacked this turn. So I’ll switch my Amethyst Cat into defence mode.”

    The turtle glowed with a green aura. The cat was surrounded by the same aura before curling into a ball.

    “I’ll now place one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte eyed the card as he drew. So, there was some use of having those cards in the magic and trap zones after all. It would take Forte a few turns before he could have the chance of a direct attack. However, Forte’s monsters were still stronger than Dimitri’s, stronger by a long shot.

    “I’ll now summon Giant Orc in attack mode!”

    The hulking, grey orc appeared on Ha Des’ right. It clenched its bone club tightly as its beady yellow eyes looked over Dimitri’s monsters (2200/0)

    “Now, Giant Orc, attack the Amber Mammoth!”

    With a powerful bellow, the orc brought its club down on the mammoth’s head, cracking its skull and causing it to shatter in pixels. After its attack, the Giant Orc knelt down in defence mode.

    Forte: 6100
    Dimitri: 4500

    “Ha Des, destroy the tiger!”

    This time, without the mammoth to protect it, the tiger was roasted alive by Ha Des’ dark flames.

    Forte: 6100
    Dimitri: 3650

    “And finally, Doll of Demise! Destroy his Amethyst Cat!”

    With a maniacal laugh and a screech of pain, the cat suffered the same fat the tiger had turns ago.

    The monsters respective jewels once again began to revolve around Dimitri.

    “Your move old man.”

    Dimitri drew.

    “I’ll now summon Crystal Beast Sapphire Pegasus in attack mode!”

    In a burst of wind and a flash of pale blue, a great white Pegasus appeared. Adorned in ceremonial armour, a great sapphire could be seen on its chest. It kicked back its legs, giving a powerful cry. (1800/1200)

    “And now, when it’s summoned, I am able to take one Crystal Beast form my hand, deck or graveyard and place it in my magic and trap card zone.”

    He searched through his deck a second time, smiling when he found it.

    “And I choose this one, Crystal Beast Cobalt Eagle.”

    A great eagle appeared, a cobalt visible on its breast. The eagle then vanished, only leaving the crystal, which joined the others and revolved around Dimitri.

    “And now, Sapphire Pegasus, attack his Doll of Demise!”

    The Pegasus cried before charging at the doll, impaling him on its horn before tossing it aside. The doll now had a big hole in its body, but was still alive.

    Forte: 5900
    Dimitri: 3650

    “And I’ll use my Emerald Turtle’s ability to put my Pegasus into defence mode.”

    The beast glowed with the same green aura before kneeling down.

    “Your move Forte.”

    Forte drew.

    “I’ll summon Second Goblin in attack mode!”

    A small tanned goblin with an eye patch and wearing a yellow shirt and shorts appeared on the field (100/100).

    “And, once per turn, I can equip him to my Giant Orc, which allows me to bring him back into attack mode!”

    The goblin ran over to the orc, towel in hand. Wiping away the sweat and giving it words of encouragement, the Orc rose up, club ready to strike.

    “Now, let’s get rid of the rest of your crystal group shall we? Ha Des, Doll of Demise, Giant Orc, attack!”

    All three present watched as Ha Des fried the carbuncle, the Doll of Demise hacked into the Pegasus and the Giant Orc smashed the turtle’s shell.

    “And, since your magic and trap card zones are full, these guys go to the graveyard.”

    The crystals of the three monsters, the ruby, emerald and sapphire, shattered into small shards before fading.

    Forte smiled in triumph.

    “Your move Dimitri. It will be your last.”

    Dimitri drew, and chuckled. His chuckle then erupted into a hearty laugh.

    “You’re right Forte, this is my last move. And the last move of the duel.”

    Forte cocked an eyebrow.

    “Oh really? Let’s see now, you have no monsters and only one magic or trap card that isn’t worthless. And I doubt that will win the duel for you.”

    Dimitri smiled.

    “Oh, but it will. I activate, Crystal Abundance!”

    As the card rose, Forte didn’t seem impressed.

    “And what does this card do?”

    Dimitri chuckled.

    “It requires four Crystal Beasts in my magic and trap card zone to activate. When it does, it sends them to the graveyard, and in exchange, it sends every other card on the field to the grave with it!”

    Forte gasped as the crystal around Dimitri began to glow. They erupted with a powerful and blinding blast. When Forte was able to see again, the entire field was cleared, the room back to the way it was to begin with.

    “So you destroyed my cards,” Forte said, “Big deal, I’ll just summon another monster next turn.”

    “I’m not giving you that chance Forte,” Dimitri spoke, “Because the second part of Crystal Abundance’s effect activates. It allows me to special summon as many Crystal Beasts from my graveyard, up to the number of your cards I destroyed. And you have five! Allowing me to special summon five Crystal Beasts!”

    Forte gasped as five Crystals appeared before Dimitri. In a rainbow coloured flash, five monsters appeared.

    “And I’ll bring back, Topaz Tiger, Amber Mammoth, Amethyst Cat, Cobalt Eagle and Sapphire Pegasus, all in attack mode!”

    The five Crystal Beasts cried out, all glaring at Forte. (1600/1000)(1700/1600)(1200/400)(1400/800)(1800/1200)

    Sweat poured down Forte’s face as Reece frantically tried to add up the scores.

    “Holy crap!” He cried, “That’s 7700 points of damage right there!”

    “Precisely!” Dimitri shouted out, “Now, go my Crystal Beasts! Attack him and finish this now!”

    The beasts didn’t need to be told twice. Forte cried out in pain as the monsters swarmed onto him, biting, scratching, stabbing, stomping and pecking.

    When the beasts pulled away, Forte was unconscious.

    Forte: 0
    Dimitri: 3650

    “Forte!” Reece shouted as he ran to help his friend. He shot a glance at Dimitri as his beasts vanished. He could tell from appearance alone that he was a strong character, but 7700 points of direct damage in just one turn, that was nuts.

    A small, smug smirk spread on Dimitri’s face. With a wave of his hand, Reece instantly felt a great fatigue settle over him. He could barely stand up and was fading fast.

    “For…te…” Reece collapsed to the floor next to his fallen friend.

    As the disk disappeared from his arm, Dimitri strode over to Forte, kneeling down next to him before rummaging through his deck. Upon finding the avatar, he set the rest of his cards aside and stood up. As his did, the door opened.

    “Master?”

    Dimitri looked over and smiled.

    “I have the avatar. There’s no need to worry.”

    “Sir, I have an idea.”

    Dimitri rose an eyebrow.

    “Oh?”

    “Well, I was thinking, there may be some advantage to having young Forte here possessing the avatar.”

    Dimitri frowned, looking down at the falling youth. As much as he disproved of Forte having it, something about this ‘plan’ caught his interest.

    “What is this idea of yours?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    Forte groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, his whole body aching from the pounding he had received earlier that day. As his eyes focused, he notice he was no longer in Dimitri’s ballroom, nor was he at the airport.

    Painfully, he sat up and took a look around. He was surprised to find himself in a hotel room.

    “Wha?” was all that came our of his mouth. Just then, he heard a toilet flush and saw Reece walk from the bathroom.

    “About time you woke up,” he said lazily.

    “What happened?”

    Reece shrugged as he sat on the bed next to his. “After Dimitri pummelled you and I passed out, I woke up here, in this room.”

    Forte looked down thoughtfully. Did Dimitri teleport them here like he did at the airport?

    At that moment, something caught Forte’s eye. It was sitting on the table next to the bed.

    It was none other than the Dark Lancer Menilith card. There was also a note. Forte quickly read through it.

    Dear Forte.

    After careful consideration, we’ve decided that maybe the avatar would best stay with you. Keep that card close Forte, don’t you dare loose it.

    Dimitri.

    Forte’s eyes narrowed. This guy had said he wasn’t worthy of it, and then said he could have it. Would he make up his mind!?

    At that point, another, rather random, thought entered Forte’s head.

    “Reece.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Where are we?”

    --------------~*~--------------

    Gabriel looked silently over the card on the desk before him. The four remaining avatars. All he needed was the last two and his plans would finally come to be.

    At that moment, the door opened, and a large figure walked in.

    “Sir.”

    Gabriel looked up.

    “Yes?”

    “We’ve pinpointed Forte’s location.”

    Gabriel looked up, clearly interested.

    “Where is he?”

    “In Hakodate sir.”

    Gabriel smiled. He had thought they had lost him.

    “Excellent. Now, go Karmov, find him and get the avatar.”

    The large man nodded before leaving the room.


    Name: Domicile of the Dark Ruler
    Card Type: Spell
    Spell Type: Field
    Image: A hideous palace of bones standing on a dark wasteland.
    Effect: This card is destroyed if there is no “Dark Ruler Ha Des” on the controller’s side of the field. FIEND-Type Monsters on both sides of the field cannot be destroyed as a result of battle (damage calculation still applies).

    Domicile of the Dark Ruler was used in "Dark Messiah" all credit goes to Dark Sage.

    Oh My God, Forte got his ass handed to him.

    Zip it Reece.

    Oh it’s a tragedy. Your fans would be so disappointed.

    I said zip it cannon fodder!

    Wha…?

    Curious? Then stick around for chapter 10: In the Line of Fire See you then.
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    Sorry I didn't get a chance to read this yet.

    MC, I would have liked this chapter had you not broken the rules of the anime. The Crystal Beasts are unique cards in the anime world; Pegasus only made one set (due to their inherent powers, he could not make more), and only Jesse Anderson has them. There is no way anybody in the anime world except Jesse could use them. In fact, in this time period, they have not even been created, and won't be until the GX era.

    MC, plan this out better. This fic has some potential, but you have to follow the rules. If you simply do not watch the anime at all, I suggest you start.

    By the way, yeah, I was flattered that you used my Field Spell.

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    And that can easily be trumped if the author: A) Ignores GX as a part of the timeline and or B) Claims an alternate timeline.

    And I believe The Six Avatars falls into the latter, actually. Though, Mystic can correct me on this.

    Otherwise, I felt the chapter was good myself. It furthered what needed to be done. And Forte is such an amusing jerk as always.
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    So, Forte lost? That was a rhetorical question. Dimitri seems like he'll become a recurring character, and I expect him to have a Hamon or something big like that next time.
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    Chapter 10: In the Line of Fire

    It took Forte and Reece a good while to figure out where they were, not because it was hard to find someone to tell them, but rather to a bad case of hind-sight on their part.

    None of them really knew how to speak Japanese.

    So, it took the pair a good while to be able to find someone who understood English well enough to give them the answer they were looking for. Thankfully, they found one of the reception workers, who had a good grasp of the language.

    The pair were please to know that they would be able to take a boat to Hokkaido, and make their way to Domino from there.

    So while Forte went to the front desk to check out of the hotel (Dimitri had apparently been kind enough to bring their stuff to the hotel with them, Reece went to one of the hotel’s computers, hoping to find some information on the Crystal Beast cards Forte faced.

    His brow furrowed as his eyes searched the screen for any scrap of information. Unfortunately, no luck.

    He grunted in annoyance.

    “Find anything?”

    Reece looked over his shoulder to see Forte walking up to him.

    “Absolutely nothing,” Reece responded, slightly annoyed, “There is absolutely nothing on these Crystal Beasts in the entire Industrial Illusions database.”

    Forte was about to say something when it crossed his mind.

    “Um, Reece, how exactly are you on the Industrial Illusions database?”

    Reece gave Forte a wide and proud grin.

    “Feer mah leet haxor skillz.”

    Forte rolled his eyes and slapped his friend on the back of the head.

    “What did I say about using leet speak?” he said, pausing for a moment before saying, “think you can get us into the Pentagon?”

    Reece chuckled.

    “I’m not THAT good. Besides, I’m only looking at the information, so security isn’t that tight. If I tried looking at the more secretive stuff or edit anything, THEN security would be tougher.”

    Forte shrugged. It was worth asking.

    “So, there’s nothing on the Crystal Beasts?”

    “Nope, not a damn thing. Of course, there isn’t any info on the God cards and the avatars, but I don’t think the Crystal Beasts fall into that category.”

    Forte tapped his chin in thought.

    “Maybe this Dimitri guy made them himself? Custom cards maybe.”

    “I doubt it. They need I2 approval before becoming playable, otherwise they wouldn’t work.”

    “Strange…”

    “Indeed.”

    Forte thought for a moment before shrugging again. While this was indeed a mystery, it was a small matter in Forte’s eyes. He had bigger things to worry about.

    “Well, I’ve checked us out of the hotel and booked out tickets on the next boat to Hokkaido. We’d better get going, the bus is waiting for us.”

    --------------~*~--------------

    It took a good twenty minutes for the hotel bus to reach the harbour. However, much to Forte’s disdain the boat had been delayed, due to technical difficulties.

    So now, Forte and Reece were wandering around the harbour, taking in some of the sights while waiting for the repairs to be made.

    “So, what do you think of Japan so far?”

    Forte looked over at his red-headed friend.

    “Well, so far, all I’ve seen is the airport, the hotel, this place and the city as we travelled to get here. So far, it just seems busy and a little crowded.”

    Reece nodded in agreement.

    “Yeah, it’s a lot like Sydney in a way.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow.

    “When did you go to Sydney?”

    “Family trip a few years ago, before we met.” Reece explained.

    “Ah,” Forte nodded.

    Reece stopped for a moment, thinking.

    “Now that I think about it, I don’t know much about you.”

    Forte stopped, looking back at his friend.

    “Oh?”

    “Yeah, well, we’ve only known each other for a year, and not once have you said anything about what you’ve done in your past. Like, what your family was like, if you’ve done anything fun or anything of the sort.”

    Forte was quiet before saying anything.

    “Your point?”

    Reece rolled his eyes.

    “My point is, I want to learn something about you! What was your family like? Had any fun experiences when you were a kid?”

    Forte didn’t say anything, he just turned away from his friend and started walking.

    “I don’t want to talk about it.”

    The smile washed from Reece’s face.

    “What’s wrong mate?”

    Forte scowled.

    “I said, I don’t want to talk about it.”

    “What was it mate?” Reece asked, “Were your parents abusive? Did they always pay attention to another sibling or something? What ha-“

    Forte spun around, a look of annoyance and anger on his face.

    “Just drop it Reece!” Forte snapped, causing his friend to jump slightly.

    “I think you should listen to your friend Mr. Armaverick.”

    Forte’s anger was quickly forgotten as the two looked over as a man stepped out of the shadows.

    He was tall, standing a few good inches over Forte, and from what they could see, he probably had a pretty muscular build as well. His body was covered with a maroon military officer’s coat with gold trimming and buttons. The pair could see he was wearing a pair of black combat boots, as well a pair of white, woollen gloves. His face was strong, with a pair of steely grey eyes. His straight, raven black hair fell just past his shoulders.

    “And who are you?” Forte asked cautiously. A small smile appeared on the man’s face.

    “My name is Major Karmov Gurov.” He said in a heavily Russian accent, giving the pair a formal bow.

    The two were quiet for a moment, looking over the man before them.

    “Well, Karmov,” Forte spoke up, “What do you want?”

    A small chuckle was Karmov’s response.

    “I’ve heard of your skills Mr. Rosamund. You’ve made quite a reputation for yourself. A duelist of great power, ruthlessness and arrogance.”

    Forte rose an eyebrow.

    Just powerful, ruthless and arrogant? What about smart and sexy as well?

    “Well,” Karmov said, “I’d like to see this power for myself. Forte Rosamund, I challenge you to a duel!”

    Forte was quiet for a moment, thinking this over. How did this man know who he was? Sure, he was quite well known in some parts of Australia, namely Adelaide, but there was no way he would be known out here. He was pretty much a nobody in Japan.

    Then it came to him.

    Dogma…

    “I’m sorry,” Forte said, “But you see, we’re in a bit of a rush, so I’m going to have to say no to that.”

    Karmov’s smile vanished from his face.

    “I’m afraid I must insist Mr. Rosamund.”

    He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing around the area.

    Forte and Reece looked around as they came out of their hiding places. From behind crates and machinery, even on of them was on the roof of a nearby warehouse. Forte counted five of them, all of them with rifles pointed straight at them.

    He couldn’t see their faces, they were wearing balaclavas, but judging from their uniform, they were from some kind of military outfit, much like Karmov.

    “I would not try to run Mr. Rosamund,” said Karmov, “It was quite difficult to miss a man at this range.”

    Forte was trying to keep a straight face, but in reality, he was terrified. Any man would be if they had five highly trained soldiers aiming rifles at your head.

    Reece however was not so good at keeping his composure. Forte could see he was starting to sweat out of fear, his eyes darting all over the place.

    Forte looked over at Karmov, his steel eyes locked onto Forte’s.

    “I guess I have no choice then, do I?”

    A small smirk appeared on Karmov’s face.

    “I’m afraid not.”

    As Forte opened his suitcase to get his disk, one of the soldiers, his rifle still pointed at Forte, handed Karmov his.

    Forte pulled a single card out of his deck.

    “This is what you’re after right?” Forte asked, showing him the Dark Lancer card.

    Karmov nodded. Forte placed a hand on his chin as he studied the card.

    “Well, if this is what you want, why not just shoot us and take it?”

    Reece’s heart froze in his chest. Forte did NOT just suggest that they get shot.

    Forte looked over it, curious.

    “Does it make me bullet proof or something?” he asked, “I know this card has some magic in it, does it mean that as long as it’s bonded with me, I can’t be hurt or something?”

    Forte smirked.

    “That’s why you’re dueling me isn’t it? Because you simply can’t kill me to take the card. It’s made me a god!”

    Forte laughed as Karmov rolled his eyes.

    “An interesting theory Mr. Rosamund. Let’s put it to the test shall we?”

    Forte stopped laughing as Karmov pulled something out of his coat.

    They could barely hear the sound as he fired it, however, loud string of profanity and shouts of pain that followed could probably be heard through the whole harbour.

    Karmov put the silenced pistol back into his coat as Forte lay on his back, clutching his bleeding foot.

    “I guess that means I can shoot you after all,” Karmov said with a small chuckle.

    “Um, Forte?” Reece asked, leaning forward slightly, and partially afraid of what his friend will do, “Are you okay, dude?”

    “I got shot in the fucking foot!” Forte snapped, “How the bloody hell do you think I feel!?”

    Reece jumped back a bit.

    “Just checking.”

    Karmov snapped his fingers and one o the soldiers walked up to Forte with a medical kit. Carefully removing Forte’s shoe and sock (Forte bit back the urge to cry out in pain), he applied disinfectant to the wound before bandaging his foot up tightly. Thankfully the bullet had gone all the way through, so there was no need to remove it. He passed Forte a pair of crutches before baking away, pointing his rifle back at him.

    Forte slowly climbed to his feet, trying to balance on his good foot.

    “Forte, there is another reason why I wish to duel you and not to simply kill you.”

    Forte and Reece looked over at Karmov, waiting to hear more.

    “I have a wager for you, Mr. Rosamund,” he continued, “If you win this duel, me and my men will withdraw.

    If I win, you will join us.”

    Forte really should have expected something like this, yet he didn’t.

    “You want me to join you?”

    Karmov nodded.

    “I witnessed your duel against Replica. I would rather have someone with your skills as an ally, rather than an enemy.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed.

    “Well, you sure have a bizarre way of showing it. Do you shoot all your new recruits in the foot!?”

    Karmov chuckled softly and shook his head.

    “You were asking for it.”

    Forte snarled as he prepared his deck. He was having a little trouble balancing on his foot though. Karmov could clearly see this.

    “Maybe this will help?”

    He made a gesture to one of the soldiers, who pushed one of the smaller crates over for Forte to sit on. Forte simply nodded in thanks as he sat down.

    “Are you ready Mr. Rosamund?”

    Forte nodded.

    “Could you stop calling me Mr. Rosamund? You’re making me feel old.”

    “My apologies, Forte. Now, let’s fight!”

    Forte: 8000
    Karmov: 8000

    “I will start,” Karmov stated as he drew. He looked over his cards quietly for a few moments.

    “I’ll set one card face down, and now I’ll set my first defence.”

    The face down cards appeared.

    “Your move Forte.”

    Forte drew.

    “I’ll summon Bistro Butcher in attack mode!”

    Forte’s fiendish butcher appeared, his cleaver ready to chop up some meat, or an unfortunate monster. Whatever he got to first (1800/1000).

    “Now, Bistro Butcher, attack his facedown with Hell’s Cleaver!”

    The butcher laughed evilly as he leaped forward, bringing his cleaver down on the monster. Unfortunately for them, it struck the monster with a grind of steel.

    It was a blue robot of some kind. Two large thick legs, a small body with what Forte believed to be yellow eyes and most noticeably, two large rocket launchers on its shoulders. (1200/1800)

    The butcher grunted in annoyance as he walked back over to Forte’s side.

    “I’m sorry, Forte,” Karmov said, with almost a hint of smugness in his voice, “But it seems that my Machiner’s Defender wont be leaving the battlefield just yet. Also, since he was flipped, I can activate his effect, which allows me to search my deck for a particular monster and add it to my hand.”

    Forte growled softly as Karmov flipped through his deck. He smiled as he found the card he was looking for and added it to his hand. He shuffled his deck afterwards.

    “I’ll end my turn.”

    Reece watched the duel along with the rest of the soldiers, trying to ignore the guns pointed at him and his friend.

    Machiners? Hmm, I read something about them a while back. There was something very big about them. Curse my bad memory!

    Karmov drew.

    “I’ll now activate the trap card, Ultimate Offering! Now, at the cost of 500 life points, I can summon another monster to the field.”

    “I know what Ultimate Offering does!” Forte snapped, “Just get on with it!”

    “Well then, first, I will summon Machiner’s Sniper in attack mode!”

    A thin, beige, humanoid android appeared. In its hand it held a large, futuristic sniper rifle. (1800/800).

    “I’ll now pay 500 life points,” Karmov continued, “To summon Machiner’s Soldier to the field!”

    A mechanical soldier in green armour appeared next to the sniper. Its left arm appeared normal, while it’s right had a large blade instead of a hand. (1600/1500)

    Forte: 8000
    Karmov: 7500

    “And now, I’ll pay another 500, to summon Commander Coviton in attack mode!”

    A third android appeared. Unlike the other two, it wasn’t armed and wore red armour. It’s green eyes glowed as it saluted to Karmov. (1000/600)

    Forte: 8000
    Karmov: 7000

    “Now then,” Karmov chuckled, “I will now be able to deploy one of the most powerful cards in my deck.”

    Forte and Reece’s eyes widened.

    His most powerful card? This early?

    “Commander!”

    The Commander android saluted, just as the other four Machiners came apart. Their parts floated around before beginning to combine.

    “You see,” Karmov explained, “With Commander Coviton on the field, I can sacrifice my Machiner’s Soldier, my Machiner’s Sniper, and my Machiner’s Defender, in order to create...”

    The parts came together to form a massive android. It had the body of the Sniper, the head of the Soldier, it’s thick legs were a combination of the Defender’s and the Soldier’s and on its back were the Defender’s rocket launchers. It cocked the rifle in its hands.

    “The mighty, Machiner’s Force!” (4600/4100)

    Forte’s jaw dropped.

    “Holy crap!” Reece shrieked, “4600 attack points and he brought it out in just two turns!”

    Karmov gave a satisfied smirk.

    “I don’t wish to take any chances with you Forte. Now, it requires me to pay a thousand lifepoints in order to attack, but I’m willing to make that trade. Machiner’s Force, attack his Bistro Butcher! Iron Blitzkrieg!”

    Forte braced himself as his fiend was torn apart by a hail of bullets and missiles. Forte squinted as the dust cleared, showing no sign of his fiend.

    Forte: 5200
    Karmov: 6000

    “Now,” Karmov commanded, “Commander Coviton! Attack him directly!”

    Forte fell back as the commander punched him, and cried out in pain when it accidentally stepped on his injured foot. He snarled as he tried to take a swing at the droid, but it was already back in its side of the field before Forte could sit himself up.

    Forte: 4200
    Karmov: 6000

    “That will be all,” Karmov stated. Forte glared at the tall man has he drew. Karmov couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu when he looked back into Forte’s piercing eyes.

    Something about them seemed so familiar.

    Forte gazed at the cards in his hand, a small smirk on his face.

    “First of all,” Forte announced, “I’ll play Premature Burial to bring back my Bistro Butcher!”

    With loud grunts and snarls, Forte’s butcher fought his way from out of the ground. He grinned evilly as he pointed his cleaver at Coviton. (1800/1000)

    Forte: 3400
    Karmov: 6000

    “Now, I’ll sacrifice my butcher, to summon Lesser Fiend in attack mode!”

    The butcher dissipated in a vortex of evil red energy. Forte’s four armed fiend rose up from the vortex, its four fists clenching and it’s animalistic head snarling at Karmov (2100/1000).

    “Now, Lesser Fiend! Destroy his Commander Coviton!”

    The fiend lunged forward, striking the android repeatedly with both claw and fist. Despite his rank, the commander was quickly reduced to scrap.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 4900

    “And now, thanks to my fiend’s effect, your Coviton is NOT coming back!”

    Karmov gave a small grunt (whether it was out of annoyance or disappointment, Forte couldn’t pinpoint), as he too the card and placed it inside his coat, removing it from play.

    “I’ll now set one card face down and end my turn.”

    Karmov drew as Forte’s face down card appeared.

    “I’ll play the magic card, Supply Lines!”

    A magic card depicting a freight train, a convoy of tankers and a convoy of delivery tracks appeared in front of Karmov.

    “In any military campaign,” Karmov explained, “keeping a solid supply of the essentials can be the key to victory, and this battle is no exception. As long as this card is on the field, I will gain 300 life points for every monster with Machiner’s in its name each turn.”

    Forte’s eyes narrowed. He should have known Karmov might have a card like that. His Machiner’s Force forces him to pay 1000 to attack, so it only makes sense to have a card the restores life points.

    “However, I will have to wait until next turn for fresh supplies,” said Karmov, “so until then, Machiner’s Force! Attack his Lesser Fiend!”

    Forte grinned as the machine prepared to fire.

    “Not so fast!” he yelled, “I activate Shadow Spell!”

    Karmov gasped as black chains burst out of the ground, binding his machine and preventing it from firing.

    “I’m so sorry Karmov,” Forte chuckled, “But it looks like I disabled your big advantage. And weakened it too I might add.”

    The Machiner’s Force groaned as its attack dropped to 3900.

    “That may be true,” Karmov responded, “But it’s still more powerful than most monsters in you deck, plus, since you prevented it from attacking, I don’t loose any life points.”

    Forte had noticed. While he had hoped that he would still loose life points, at least he put a stop to that gigantic war machine for the time being.

    “I’ll admit, it was a foolish mistake on my part,” Karmov said, “Running into a trap like that, so I will end my turn.”

    Forte drew.

    Hmm, not bad. But bringing him out now won’t help very much. As long as my trap’s active, his Machiner is useless to both of us.

    “I’ll pass.”

    Karmov drew. His Supply Lines card glowed as his life points went up by 300.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 5200

    “I’ll start off by playing my Pot of Greed.”

    The green, grinning pot appeared, chuckling menacingly as two cards appeared in Karmov’s hand.

    “I will now use my Machiner’s second ability, and sacrifice it!”

    Forte’s eyes widened as the machine fell apart, the chains of his trap falling to the ground and shattering.

    “In order to bring my Machiner’s Soldier, Machiner’s Sniper and Machiner’s defender back onto the field.”

    The Machiner’s parts reassembled back into the three androids from before. (1600/1500) (1800/800) (1200/1800)

    Forte breathed a small sigh of relief. For a moment, he feared that Machiner’s second effect would be bad, but those three machines didn’t come close to his Lesser Fiend.

    “I will now equip Mist Body to my Machiner’s Sniper.”

    Forte raised an eyebrow as the machiner’s body become incorporeal, transparent.

    Why did he put it on that card?

    “I’ll now set one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte drew.

    “I now activate my trap!” Karmov announced, “Supply Disruption!”

    The trap card lifted, depicting a railroad line being blown up by soldiers.

    “As I’ve said before, the key to a successful campaign is keeping up your supplies, as well as destroying your opponents. As long as this card is on the field, you must discard the top card from your deck to the graveyard each turn!”

    Forte growled softly as he took the top card of his deck.

    Dark Defender…

    Forte simply shrugged as he sent it to the graveyard. Not a big loss.

    “I’ll summon Giant Orc in attack mode!” Forte’s hulking orc appeared, brandishing his club menacingly. (2200/0)

    Of course, I wont attack with him just yet.

    “Now then, Lesser Fiend! Destroy his Machiner’s Defender!”

    The fiend roared and dove towards the machine. However, much to Forte’s surprise, Karmov’s sniper dove between them, taking the blow.

    “What!?”

    The fiend snarled as the sniper survived, going back to Forte’s side of the field.

    “Out of all the troops in my army, the Machiner’s Sniper is the most loyal to its kin. So much that it will willingly take each blow in their stead,” Karmov said, with a small smile on his lips, “In other words, was long as he’s on the field, you cannot attack of my other Machiners.”

    Forte’s eyes widened in realisation. That’s why he equipped Mist Body to his Sniper. As long s that thing’s on the field, Forte can’t attack anything else. He’s completely safe.

    “However, I still loose life points,” Karmov spoke, as if it didn’t bother him.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 4900

    “I’ll end my turn then,” He said.

    Karmov drew. His Supply Lines card glowed.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 5800

    “I’ll now play Book of the Moon.” Karmov announced, “And I’ll use it to flip my Machiner’s Defender into face down defence position!”

    A small bead of sweat ran down Forte’s face as Karmov’s monster was replaced by the face down card.

    He knew exactly what will happen. If he didn’t destroy a Machiner soon, Karmov would use Defender’s effect to bring out another Commander Coviton, and them special summon another Machiner’s Force.

    However, thanks to Mist Body and his sniper’s effect, Forte couldn’t touch any of them.

    “I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte drew. Karmov’s Supply Disruption trap glowed and Forte snarled as he drew.

    Dark Lancer Menilith.

    Forte growled. Of all the rotten luck…

    He sighed in annoyance as he discarded the avatar.

    “I’ll now summon Second Goblin in attack mode!”

    The smaller goblin appeared next to Forte’s orc, it’s one eye looking over at his larger protégé. (100/100).

    “Now, I’ll equip him to my Giant Orc!”

    The goblin ran behind the orc and began encouraging him like a boxing trainer.

    “So now, once per turn, I can switch my orc back into attack mode, despite his effect.”

    “I know what second Goblin does.” Karmov spoke, “But you still won’t be able to destroy any of my Machiners.”

    Forte growled. Karmov was right. There was nothing he could do to prevent him from bringing out that big machine again.

    Well, at least he could damage his life points.

    “Lesser Fiend! Giant Orc! Attack his Machiner’s Sniper!”

    The Machiner braced itself as Forte’s fiends came down upon it. However, despite their continuous strikes, the Machiner kept itself together.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 5100

    “I’ll end my turn,” Forte sighed. Karmov drew and his Supply Lines card glowed.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 6000

    “Now,” said Karmov, “I’ll flip my Machiner’s Defender into attack mode!”

    Forte groaned as the blue machine reappeared (1200/1800).

    “And as you know, his effect allows me to search my deck for another Commander Coviton.”

    He searched through his deck until he found the desired card.

    “And, I shall now summon him!”

    The familiar, red armoured android appeared and saluted. (1000/800)

    “And now…”

    Forte prepared himself. This was it.

    “…I’ll end my turn.”

    Forte’s eyes shot open.

    “…what?”

    “I end my turn,” Karmov repeated. Needless to say, Forte was surprised.

    I don’t get it. Why didn’t he bring out Machiner’s Force? I mean, it’s not like I have anything that can destroy it out on the field…

    Then it dawned on him. A small smile appeared on his lips.

    “You’ve only got one haven’t you?”

    Karmov raised an eyebrow as Forte laughed.

    “You only have one Machiner’s Force card in your deck!” he laughed, “And you can’t bring it out because it’s in the graveyard!”

    Karmov chuckled softly.

    “That’s correct,” he responded, “I’m afraid I have been only able to acquire one copy of the card. But don’t worry, I assure you it won’t be long before it is back in commission.”

    Forte’s laughter died slightly.

    He probably has a Monster Reincarnation or Pot of Avarice or something.

    Forte drew. Karmov’s trap glowed and Forte took another card from his deck.

    Ectoplasmer.

    Forte discarded the card.

    “First off,” he stated, “I’ll play my own Pot of Greed!”

    Forte drew an additional two cards. He looked at his hand.

    Well, speak of the devil.

    He smiled.

    “I’ll play the magic card, Monster Reincarnation!”

    As the magic card appeared, Forte plucked a card from his hand.

    “Now, in exchange for one card from my hand, I can take a monster from my grave and add it to my hand.

    One card went to the grave, another came out. Forte grinned at the card in his hand.

    “Now, I’ll un-equip my Second Goblin from my Giant Orc.”

    Karmov rose an eyebrow as Forte’s goblin jumped back on the field, ready for a fight. (100/100)

    “Now, I’ll sacrifice, both my Giant Orc, and my Second Goblin!”

    Karmov watched as both fiends dissolved into dark energy. From out of the darkness, a weapon of some kind shot into the air before imbedding itself into the ground, a lance of some kind.

    His eyes widened when a phantom version of Forte stepped forward and grasped the lance. Dark energy coursed through it until the phantasm transformed into his true form.

    “To bring forth, the avatar of darkness! Dark Lancer Menilith!” (2700/2400)

    Kamov took a step back. So this was the avatar of darkness. He knew he shouldn’t be so amazed by it, he knew he might have had to face it, but there was something about its presence that filled him with awe.

    Forte looked over his hand.

    Ok, now I’ll set this…and maybe this just to be safe.

    “I’ll set these two cards face down!”

    The two cards materialised in front of him.

    “And now, I’ll activate Menithil’s special ability, which allows it to destroy every magic and trap card you have on the field!”

    Karmov gasped as the fiend leaped into the air. Three more spears, resembling Menithil’s, only made of dark energy, appeared on either side of the fiend as he threw his lance into Karmov’s Supply Lines card. The other two pierced his Supply Disruption, Ultimate Offering and Mist Body. The cards shattered as the lancer landed gracefully in front of Forte, his lance reappearing in his hand.

    Forte smirked.

    “Now then, since I used Menithil’s ability, I can’t attack with him. However, that won’t stop my Lesser Fiend!”

    The fiend growled menacingly, flexing its claws, waiting for the command.

    “Lesser Fiend! Destroy His Machiner’s Sniper!”

    The fiend roared in delight as it dove forward and tore the machine apart. It let out a roar of triumph.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 5700

    “And, I’ll end my turn.”

    Karmov drew. He scowled in annoyance. In just one turn, his strategy had been entirely compromised. Sure, it wasn’t perfect. The sniper’s effect didn’t protect his commander, but he figured Forte hadn’t realised that.

    “I’ll switch my Defender, Soldier and Commander into defence mode and end my turn!”

    Forte drew as Karmov’s machines knelt. Things were starting to work out for him.

    “Menithil! Destroy his Commander Coviton!”

    The machine braced itself before being impaled by Menithil’s lance. Everything was still for a moment before the machine exploded.

    “Now, Lesser Fiend, your turn! Attack his soldier!”

    Like the sniper before it, the soldier was torn to chunks of scrap metal by Forte’s fiend.

    “And I’ll end my turn.”

    Karmov drew.

    “I’ll set one card face down and end my turn.”

    Forte drew.

    “I’ll activate the Transmigration Prophecy!”

    Forte rose an eyebrow as the trap revealed itself.

    “Normally, most armies would ignore prophecies these days, however, this one has some truth to it,” Karmov explained, “This trap card allows me to take two monsters from any graveyard and shuffle them into their owner’s deck.

    Karmov removed two cards from his and shuffled them back into his deck.

    No prizes for guessing what they are. He only had two monsters in his graveyard.

    A small smile graced his lips.

    Not that it matters. He’s only got one Machiner left on the field.

    Karmov returned his deck to their disk. Forte looked at his hand.

    Hmmm.

    He looked at the cards on the field.

    It wouldn’t be a bad idea to put these down, just in case.

    “I’ll set two cards face down and one monster face down on the field.”

    As the cards appeared, Forte looked at Karmov’s last remaining Machiner.

    “Well, since I’ve already removed your Commander, Soldier and Sniper from play, let’s make it a complete set shall we? Lesser Fiend!”

    The fiend was more than happy to obliged as it tore the blue war machine to pieces. Karmov sighed as he removed the Machiner from play.

    “In Soviet Russia,” Forte joked in a fake Russian accent, “Cards remove YOU from play!”

    He chuckled, while Karmov, as well as the other five soldiers, found nothing amusing.

    “Um, Forte?” Reece spoke up, “Need I remind you that we still have military firearms aimed at our heads. Could you please, for the sake of all things sacred, NOT taunt the gun-toting Russians!?”

    Forte shrugged.

    “I’d take a bullet for that,” he thought for a moment, “In fact, I already have!”

    He gestured to his injured foot.

    “Anyway, now that you have nothing left, Menithil!”

    Karmov tried to shield himself and bit back a cry of pain as Menithil’s lance was impaled through his chest. He managed to keep himself upright, though he was breathing heavily, trying to quickly recover from the blow.

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 3000

    “And I’ll end it at that.”

    Karmov drew, his hand shaking slightly.

    What’s happening to me? I’ve taken blows from stronger monsters than this and then have gotten right back up and won.

    He looked over at the avatar.

    There’s something about that monster. I know it’s essence resides in the card, but there’s something else about it. I can’t put my finger on it.

    He looked at his hand.

    But I have just what I need to destroy it!

    “I’ll play Trap Booster!”

    Forte watched as a magic card, depicting a bear trap with rockets attached appeared. He knew what this card did, but what he was curious about was what it would be used for.

    “I discard one card from my hand,” Karmov announced as he sent a card to the graveyard, “I can activate one trap card from my hand!”

    “And what card will that be?”

    Karmov smirked.

    “I activate, Return From a Different Dimension!”

    Forte gasped as the card appeared. Karmov chuckled.

    “I’ll now pay half of my lifepoints to bring back every monster you removed from play.”

    Reece’s jaw dropped as portal in the fabric of time and space opened. Machiner’s Sniper, Soldier, Defender and Commander Coviton stepped out of it onto the field. (1800/1000) (1600/1500) (1200/1800) (1000/800)

    Forte: 3600
    Karmov: 1500

    “Now then,” Karmov announced, “I’ll activate Coviton’s effect, and Sacrifice my soldier, sniper and defender!”

    The machiners fell apart and reformed into a familer giant form.

    “Welcome back to the battle, Machiner’s Force!” (4600/4100)

    Reece’s jaw hit the floor. That giant war machine was back!

    “Now, Machiner’s Force!” Karmov ordered, “Destroy Dark Lancer Menethil! Iron Blitzkrieg!”

    Forte was almost blasted off of his crate as the giant machine brought down all its fury upon the avatar of darkness.

    Forte: 1700
    Karmov: 1500

    “I activate my trap card!” Forte shouted, “Rope of Life!”

    Karmov’s eyes widened as the trap card revealed itself.

    “This card costs me my entire hand,” Forte slipped his hand into the discard pile, “But it will now allow me to bring back my avatar!”

    A dark void on the ground opened and a chain from the heavens descended into it. The chain slowly began to rise, with Menithil hanging onto it.

    “And not only that,” Forte chuckled, “But now Menithil has 800 additional attack points!”

    A dark aura of power surrounded the fiend. (2700/2400) – (3500/2400)

    Karmov growled softly. Getting rid of the avatar wouldn’t be easy.

    Still, it was still no match for Machiner’s Force. He could easily destroy it next turn.

    “I’ll end my turn. And now, my Commander will return to the void where he came from.”

    The droid almost seemed to warp out of existence as Karmov slipped the cards back into his coat.

    It’s time to end this.

    Forte drew.

    He looked at the single card, before looking down at his face down monster.

    On second though, I think I’ll go with this idea.

    “I’ll now activate one of my face down cards!” said Forte, “Final Ritual of the Ancients!

    A giant stone slab with ancient runes appeared before Forte.

    “So now, I’ll sacrifice, my Lesser Fiend and my face down Night Assailant!”

    Karmov was surprised when both monsters dissolved into light and were absorbed into the slab. It began to glow a blinding white.

    He sacrificed Night Assailant!? He could have used its effect to destroy my Machiner’s Force! Why did he just sacrifice it?

    “Now, come forth!” The light began to change shape. As the light dimmed, Karmov could see the new fiend clearly. It was golden, almost statuesque. It’s body seemed to be divided into different segments, yet held together by three glowing orbs, one blue, one red and one yellow. The eyes glowed a bright light.

    Reshef the Dark Being!” (2500/1500)

    “But why did you summon it?” Karmov questioned, “It’s nowhere near powerful enough to destroy my Machiner.”

    Forte let out a sinister chuckle.

    “Who said I intended on destroying your machine?” he said, a cruel grin on his face, “I intend to take control of it.”

    It was Karmov’s turn to chuckle.

    “Nice try, but I know of Reshef’s effect. You need to have a magic card in your hand to discard in order to use its ability.”

    “True,” Forte grinned, “So I’ll just add one shall I? I activate another face down card, Giant Trunade!”

    Everyone present shielded themselves as the vicious wind picked up, blowing Forte’s remaining face down card back to his hand.

    As the wind died down, Karmov looked over at Forte, his eyes wide in shock when he saw the card in his hand.

    Nightmare Steel Cage.

    “Now then, I’ll discard my cage.”

    Reshef began to glow a bright aura. A similar aura surrounded Karmov’s Machiner and the soldiers gasped as it slowly strode over to Forte’s side.

    Karmov was almost froze on the spot.

    “…you could have easily destroyed my monster, instead you’ve turned it against me.”

    A small smile appeared on Karmov’s lips as he chuckled.

    “You’re just as they said.”

    Forte raised an eyebrow.

    “What did they say?”

    Karmov smiled in an almost friendly and knowing manner.

    “That you are just as monstrous and cruel as the fiends that fill your deck. They compare you to a devil, and I can see that they are right.”

    Forte was quiet for a moment, taking all this in.

    “Well,” he spoke up finally, “Consider this payback for shooting me in the foot. Machiner’s Force!”

    The machine groaned as it prepared to fire. Karmov closed his eyes, awaiting the impact.

    “Attack him directly! Iron Blitzkrieg!”

    In all his years, Karmov had never expected to hear someone say that against him. He was thrown back when the blast finally came.

    When the smoke cleared, Karmov was laying on his back.

    Forte: 1700
    Karmov: 0

    The soldiers were both amazed and shocked. They had never expected their leader to be beaten.

    Forte sat back as Karmov slowly climbed to his feet.

    Reece was afraid for a moment that Karmov would be angry.

    To his surprise, he laughed.

    “That was an excellent duel!” Karmov smiled, “You’re a worthy opponent indeed, Forte.”

    Forte simply nodded. He was definitely not expecting this.

    “Well now, I made an agreement.” He made a gesture and the other soldiers lowered their weapons.

    “My men and I will fall back as promised. Until we meet again, Forte Rosamund.”

    He bowed before he and his men went off in different directions, leaving the area and getting out of sight.

    Forte and Reece were quite for a moment.

    “Well…” Reece spoke up, “Now what?”

    Forte was quiet before realising something.

    “What time is it?”

    Reece checked his watch.

    “2:30pm, why?”

    “It shouldn’t be long before the ferry’s repaired. Let’s go.”

    Reece nodded before helping Forte to his feet. The two started back towards his boat, Forte taking a little time to adjusting walking with the crutches.

    --------------~*~--------------

    “Well, that certainly was an interesting duel, don’t you think?”

    Gabriel looked over at the two people beside him, watching the duel.

    One was a young man, around the age of eighteen or nineteen. His pitch black hair was slightly spiked, sticking up in different directions. His grey eyes showing a bit of disappointment with the outcome. He wore a grey, long sleeved shirt with a black jacket over it, its sleeves torn off. He had a pair of faded jeans, torn at the knees and a pair of black shoes.

    “That idiot,” he spat, clearly annoyed, “Why didn’t he just blast that guy away and take the avatar?”

    Gabriel chuckled quietly.

    “You know that Karmov is a man of honour, Orion. It wouldn’t have been sporting just to kill him right there.”

    Orion snorted.

    “It would have gotten the job done.”

    Gabriel ignored the remark and looked over at the second person, the youth he had been speaking to before.

    “What did you think?”

    The boy stared at the image of Forte for a moment, brushing some strands of lilac hair out of his eyes.

    “There’s something about him…”

    “What do you mean?”

    The boy’s green eyes turned to Gabriel.

    “Something about him seems so…familiar.”

    “Familiar?”

    Gabriel looked at the image of Forte for a moment before turning back to the youth. He almost seemed to be studying him for a moment before speaking.

    “Yes, there is something about him.”

    “We can worry about that later!” Orion butted in, “Right now, we need to get that stinkin’ avatar!”

    Gabriel rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. That was Orion for you.

    “Well, if you want someone more ruthless Orion,” he said, “Then I think you may like what I have planned for our friend.”

    This piqued both of their interests.

    “What do you mean?” The youth asked.

    As if giving a silent command, Eurydice began to wheel Gabriel out of the room.

    “Follow. I’ll show you.”

    Name: Supply Lines
    Card Type: Spell
    Spell Type: Continuous
    Image: A freight train, a convoy of ships and a convoy of trucks, carrying some form of cargo.
    Effect: During each of your standby phases, gain 300 lifepoints for each monster with “Machiner’s” in its name on your side of the field.

    Name: Supply Disruption
    Card Type: Trap
    Trap Type: Continuous.
    Image: A railway lines being destroyed by a bomb.
    Effect: Your opponent must discard the top card of his/her deck to the graveyard during their standby phase.

    Name: Trap Booster
    Card Type: Spell
    Spell Type: Quickplay
    Image: A bear trap with rockets attached to the hinges. It’s flying towards something.
    Effect: Discard one card from your hand. You may activate one trap card straight from your hand.

    Trap Booster appeared numerous times in “Yu-Gi-Oh! GX” All credit goes to the writers.

    Finally! A chance to lay back, relax, and enjoy our little cruise to Hokkaido.

    Relaxing for you maybe. I’m the one doing all the work.

    Quit your complaining. You said before that you don’t get to duel enough. Well, here’s your chance.

    *sighs* Stick around for chapter 11: Cruise Ship Shinobi. It’s gonna suck…

    Don’t be such a drama queen.
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    Default Re: Yu-Gi-Oh: The Six Avatars (re-write)

    Okay, it was an interesting chapter. (Although, I think the Machiners more resemble American soldiers than Russian ones.) Unfortunately, you made a few mistakes.

    One, you got the effect of The Transmigration Prophesy wrong. It lets you return two cards total to the owner's decks. Could be two of yours, OR two of your opponents, OR one of each. Not two of each.

    Also, you got the effect of Machiner's Force wrong. First, you can't summon it from your deck by sacrificing the three lesser Machiners. Only from your hand. (Yes, it is very, very, very hard to do. That's why very few players use it.)

    Second, you do not sacrifice it in order to summon the three lesser Machiners from the Graveyard. You sacrifice any other card to do so. Machiner's Force can stay on the field. (At least, that's its OCG effect. I'm not sure about how it was in the manga.)

    Anyway, it was a clever duel otherwise. Using Giant Trunade to get a card to discard was rather ingenious. I question, however, the use of a Light Monster in Forte's Deck, since he's using the Dark Avatar.

    But don't let this discourage you. Keep it up.

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    Thanks DS. Karmov was really one of the first characters I came up with and it was only just before I finished the previous chapter did I decide to give him Machiners (I was going to give him a military themed machine deck, and the Machiners just fit the bill).

    Ok, I had gotten severely confused regarding Transmigration Prophecy's effect. I've editted it now.

    Ok, now for the Machiner effects. When I was looking around for their effects, here is what I found:

    Commander - Coviton
    Earth/Machine/Effect/4/1000/600
    Send [Machiner's Soldier], [Machiner's Sniper] and [Machiner's Defenser] on your side of the field to Graveyard. Special Summon [Machiner's Force] from your hand or deck.

    Machiner's Force
    Earth/Machine/Effect/10/4600/4100
    This card cannot be Normal Summoned or Set. This card can only be Special Summoned by the effect of [Commander - Coviton]. Unless you pay 1000 Life Points, this monster cannot attack. Send this face-up card on your side of the field to the Graveyard to Special Summon 1 each of [Machiner's Soldier], [Machiner's Sniper] and [Machiner's Defender] from your Graveyard.

    That's what I was using. Here's the site.
    http://www.finalyugi.com/yugioh-news...um-pack-9.html

    Edit: and I just realised I had been calling Coviton "Covington" for the majority of the chapter. Editted.
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