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WHO: Seto Kaiba, Yuugi Mutou
WHERE: On a roof somewhere in Kaibaland
WHEN: 10/18/2010
WARNINGS: Dammit, Kaiba!
SUMMARY: In the past, they walked the road of battle together. Now, in this City...
FORMAT: Paragraphs
Ever since Yuugi returned to the City, he’d been distracted by a feeling he couldn’t shake off. He would stare out the window, answer to things that weren’t there, barely keep track of the Network, and rarely leave his room. When he was trying to get rid of Mr. Petunia, he thought of something that could possibly help ease that feeling. He… he could ask Kaiba to a duel, and eventually he did.
That wasn’t normal by any means; usually it was the other way around. Yuugi didn’t mind that though; they might have been rivals, but they were also friends. Kaiba quite possibly was the closest friend he had in the City now, and the only one who could truly understand him at this moment.
If there was anyone who could help Yuugi through this uncertainty and distraction, it was Kaiba-the man whose skill rivaled his own, who knew the road of battle just as well as he did.
Yuugi arrived early, his duel disk already on. His left arm was unused to the weight, and it didn’t help that it never fully recovered from Dio Brando breaking it. But he was a Duelist, and he could bear the pain. He wondered if the layout of Kaibaland was like the one back home. After waiting for a few moments, he removed his cardigan and put it on as a cape. Something he would normally do with his school jacket. That would be more menacing too, but his school jacket was bloody and shot up. A cardigan had to suffice.
He made his way into Kaibaland, and waited.
WHERE: On a roof somewhere in Kaibaland
WHEN: 10/18/2010
WARNINGS: Dammit, Kaiba!
SUMMARY: In the past, they walked the road of battle together. Now, in this City...
FORMAT: Paragraphs
Ever since Yuugi returned to the City, he’d been distracted by a feeling he couldn’t shake off. He would stare out the window, answer to things that weren’t there, barely keep track of the Network, and rarely leave his room. When he was trying to get rid of Mr. Petunia, he thought of something that could possibly help ease that feeling. He… he could ask Kaiba to a duel, and eventually he did.
That wasn’t normal by any means; usually it was the other way around. Yuugi didn’t mind that though; they might have been rivals, but they were also friends. Kaiba quite possibly was the closest friend he had in the City now, and the only one who could truly understand him at this moment.
If there was anyone who could help Yuugi through this uncertainty and distraction, it was Kaiba-the man whose skill rivaled his own, who knew the road of battle just as well as he did.
Yuugi arrived early, his duel disk already on. His left arm was unused to the weight, and it didn’t help that it never fully recovered from Dio Brando breaking it. But he was a Duelist, and he could bear the pain. He wondered if the layout of Kaibaland was like the one back home. After waiting for a few moments, he removed his cardigan and put it on as a cape. Something he would normally do with his school jacket. That would be more menacing too, but his school jacket was bloody and shot up. A cardigan had to suffice.
He made his way into Kaibaland, and waited.