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Yugioh: Return of the Punishment Games


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Just a note - I was hoping to cowrite with someone. If you're interested, please send me a message!

[spoiler=Prologue]
Two duelists stood on a massive stage. One duelist, the one on the left, was a light skinned, brunette with brown eyes and long wavy hair. She was tall, but not too tall. She wore high-heels and a yellow dress that seemed to have some sort of leaf pattern around it. A young teenager was the duelist on the right. He had black hair, light blue eyes, and very pale skin (almost completely white). He wore a slick, long-sleeved, black jacket and had a suitcase on the ground. The suitcase was open, paper scattered around it. The male stared towards her, and pointed a gloved hand at the suit case.

A red-haired giant holding a giant club that seemed to be made of fire trampled over a small impish creature and slammed the club down, bringing her life points down to 300. After the hit, fire began to spread around the field, bringing her life points all the way down to 0, and making her lose the duel.

He spoke with a slightly Italian dialect, “Three million dollars in files, Autumn, maybe even more. Do you really think you can take it from me?” With a slight chuckle, the teen added, “My uncle was right not to trust you.” He looked down towards the brief case and picked it up. The files scattered around in the air. “These files contain facts about the past that I think everyone deserves to know about. Don’t you, Autumn? It would be such a shame if the media couldn’t report on them.” As the files scattered, the boy grabbed two and folded them, putting them in his pocket. The girl only noticed one.

The girl responded with a British tongue, “What are you going to do? You’ve got what you want, Amadeo! Let me have the remaining files!” The woman stared into his eyes, trying all she could to pierce through his gaze and see what he was thinking. “You don’t need those. You’ve won the duel, and you have what you want. Just give me what’s left! You can have the money, but please don’t unleash this kind of information on the world.”

Amadeo just shook his finger in a mocking manner, as if saying “no, no, no” to her. “You don’t quite get it, do you? I’m in power now, and I want all of these lovely files to be destroyed. The only file I need is the dirty one,” with a slight chuckle, Amadeo walked off of the stage. Autumn remained on the stage, stunned, as a spot light went around her.

“Amadeo…” she whispered, “what happened to you?” She fell to her knees as the papers scattered across the room. The building began to burn as his voice echoed in her head. ‘It seems that you’ve lost our little punishment game. Don’t worry, you won’t die. I just want to shut you up for a bit.’ The smoke from the fire began to get to her. The building’s roof collapsed, and she passed out, not knowing what would happen next.

Amadeo went inside of a limousine and was greeted by a man in a full white suit with a red handkerchief hanging from a pocket on his vest. His voice seemed old and, as if it pained him to say this, he began, “I assume you have what I asked for.” The man coughed blood as it fell to the ground.

“Yes sir,” Amadeo handed the pocketed paper to the man. “I’ve burned the building, along with the other documents, and called the police. I slipped a drug into her drink before the duel, she won’t remember any of this.” Amadeo gave a slight laugh, “I must say I’ve outdone myself.”

The man took the paper and read through it. He put a painkiller in his mouth, swallowed it, and remained silent. The sounds of sirens were off in the distance. “That must be for me,” the man began as he stepped out of the car. Without being in the light, Amadeo got a better look at him. He was slightly overweight, holding a cane to walk, and had wrinkles around his face. His arms seemed to have spots of sun damage. Amadeo looked away and rested his head on his hand, leaning on the window. He noticed a security guard.

“How much is he paying you?” Amadeo asked. After a few seconds, he didn’t get a response. “Yeah, me too.” He heard a few gunshots and his eyes shifted towards the window. “Driver, is the road clear?” Once again he didn’t get an answer. He sighed and looked out the window. Both the bodyguard and the driver must have been new to the mafia business. They were much too formal. After a moment, a police officer walked up to the limo window and opened the door before going in. Amadeo stared at the man. “Did you put on a good show?”

“It should be pretty believable,” the man said in an Irish tongue, “what are you doing over here anyways?” Amadeo patted the top of the limo and the car began. “It’s not like you to pay Ireland a little visit.” The man took off the disguise, revealing a young adult with greasy brown hair and a thin mustache. His voice instantly changed to French. “My accent was a bit off, no? But that doesn’t matter. I fear they may be on to me. The old man put up a fight, but he was no match for me, hah!” He looked at the bodyguard, “Why are you still alive?”

A few moments later, an explosion could be heard. From the fires emerged two men. “Well, Amadeo, what should we do now?” The French man said.

“I’m not quite sure. That dueling tournaments opening up, and I have an invite. It’s a +1. I was looking for a date. Is your sister still-“ the Italian was instantly interrupted by a loud thump.

“Shut that mouth of yours.”

“I’m just saying, the prize is something quite expensive.” Amadeo took out a piece of paper and unfolded it, revealing a picture of a pyramid with an eye in the middle. “Apparantly this thing’s five and a half thousand years old or something. I’m not sure. They just uncovered it in a Pharaoh’s tomb. Atem or something.” The other man took the paper and looked at it. “Oh don’t worry David, I didn’t want to analyze the invite or anything.”

“Where did you get this,” David said, “it looks official…I would have gotten one as well, no?”

“Only the best get it. I took it from Autumn.” Amadeo laughed, “She was pathetic. Especially for the Duelist of the East. You would think that with a title like that she’d be a bit of a challenge.”

“She’s the best of the east?” David stared at the ticket in amazement, “I wouldn’t think you’d be that good.”

Amadeo shot him a glance, “She’s not the best duelist of the East. She just makes sure that the East stays protected from punishment games. So I threatened to get rid of the families of a few political figures and she was quick to fight my little game.” Amadeo closed his eyes for a few seconds, “She thought I had some mystical power or something.” He made a gesture as if looking into a crystal ball, “I predict…that you will lose, b****!” He laughed, as did David.

“What about your uncle? Has he agreed to this?”

“I just got it today,” Amadeo replied, “I’m sure he will though. I’ll just give him half of the profits from the trophy or something.” Amadeo looked at the ticket in David’s hand, “Give me that,” he snatched the ticket and pocketed it. “I don’t want you getting any ideas about joining yourself, alright?”

David just chuckled.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Arc 1: Preparing the Pauper]
[spoiler=Chapter 1: With Good Fortune]
A small child with dirty, ruffled dark hair staggered up in the middle of an ally-way. He tried to throw himself forward, away from where he stood, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. His body had betrayed him. As he looked up he saw two men run towards him, both grabbing him by the limbs. One man took his arms, the other his legs. As they carried him away, he couldn’t speak. He didn’t have the energy to speak. Hair from him fell over his eyes, and he couldn’t wipe it away. He used what little energy he had to shake himself, open his mouth and yell help. Sadly, after he shook himself, his eyes immediately closed. Barely any further breaths escaped from him.

“Hah, looks like he wanted to struggle before we got him,” the tall man holding his arms said. This man was tall, over six and a half feet easily, and he looked big as well. Muscles bulged from a white t-shirt with a small red cross on the corner. His grip was tight as the child’s hands began to get a bit purple. The man holding his legs looked short and weak, probably around five feet tall with almost no muscle.

“How did you trick me into carrying the legs,” the shorter man growled, “and why did I ever let myself get tricked like that? If this kid wakes up, he’s probably going to burst out of my grip.” The bigger man just laughed as they tossed the kid into an ambulance. “I hate my life,” he said, going into the driver side of the car.

“Yeah,” the strong man replied, going into the dirty ambulance. He took one last look at the streets of London. They were dirty, trash and mud was literally hanging from windows. Bits of paper flew around, and many buildings were decaying at a slow pace. The fragileness of it all seemed quite alarming. He finally added, “I hate to see this place in such horrible shape.” He closed the door with a loud thud as they drove out of the slums of what used to be a prosperous country.

“Hey, you know how it is. We’ve cleaned out England for that tournament a couple years back and we never got around to cleaning it back.” The small man began to speed a bit, weaving in and out of what little traffic still remained on the street. Many people took to walking in England, because the gas prices had risen quite drastically. “We should have stuck to card games from the beginning.” This got a laugh from the bigger man. The small man looked offended, “I’m telling you Tim, card games are really the way to go. You’re giving little pieces of card board to kids and getting at least five dollars in return. Plus, they’re nowhere near as dangerous as weapons.”

It was project ALARM, or, the Assistance of Liberated Armed Resistance Militia. It was a program created to help those who had recently freed themselves by allowing them to sell some of their weapons to the big countries. However, after ALARM, England realized that they had many firearms with almost no money. America had thrived from it, because they had almost instantly converted the metal from the guns into recycled steel, but England wanted to keep the guns and put them into a museum. India, one of the greatest users of ALARM, had quickly become one of the highest revenue earning countries in the world. Prince Mundhi of India became so powerful that he decided to organize a giant dueling tournament as a charity event for the new London. After the tournament, London decided to use its remaining slums for one great tournament based on an artifact recently found: A small golden pyramid necklace with an eye in the middle.

The small man put his hand on the passenger seat, grabbing the pyramid. “Do you really think that this is going to do anything to the kid?” He didn’t get a response from his Tim, who was now asleep. He just tossed the puzzle at the man, making the man wake up with a bit of a thud. “Hey, a******, wake up!”

Tim blinked himself into consciousness. He looked at the small man. “What is it, Lenny? Why’d you have to wake me up?” He rubbed his head where the puzzle hit and looked at it.

“That puzzle’s not going to do anything,” Lenny said, “I’d be surprised if it even lit up like it’s supposed too. Oh, cool, an Egyptian night light. Like that’ll do anything.” Lenny chuckled. Tim looked at the puzzle and tossed it off of his lap. It landed on the boy they had picked up. Lenny continued, not noticing anything behind him, “Do you think that boy is special?” After a moment of silence the car stopped.

A voice beat in the boy’s head. [i]The firstborn…Egypt…firstborn…England![/i] The voice wasn’t clear, almost as if it was a different language. In fact, it might have been. The boy being able to understand any of it was quite the strange coincidence. He only spoke English, and he barely spoke that. He felt his body being carried, then thrown on the ground. After that, it was silence for quite a while. It was just him and the puzzle.

When he finally did open his eyes he realized he was in a cell. It wasn’t quite like a jail; in fact, it was more like a hotel room. There were iron bars on the door and the windows, but he had a comfortable bed, a television set, a bathroom, pretty much everything he needed and then some. As he looked around he gave a slight sigh. He closed his eyes and slept for a few hours.

Once he woke up, he walked around and explored the room. The first thing he noticed was a fridge. The fridge was practically stuffed with waters, sandwiches, and fruit. He ate quite a bit until he wasn’t just full, but tired as well. He turned on the TV and noticed that it had a DVD playing. The DVD was of the prince and princess’ wedding, talking about the first born son finally getting the title of king by marrying on the day of his father’s funeral. The DVD ended after that wedding, and static played. The boy switched the channel and began to watch something else. After a few minutes of a classic cartoon show called “The adventures of Darky the Rabbit”, the DVD played, but it turned into something else.

There was a man with no facial hair, gelled back blonde hair and a top hat tilted to the side. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red vest and a white shirt. He spoke as if he were a child. “If you’re hearing this, the punishment games have returned.” Hair moved from his left eye, revealing a golden Egyptian eye. The boy had no idea what it was. “I have ordered my servants to capture those best acquainted with the millennium items, so that they can be taught how to duel professionally. In taking a trick from my great grandfather, I will duel the watcher of this video. My spirit has been set inside of this video so that I can make sure to give my opponent a good duel.

“I have some alarming news. You are not the holder of the millennium item you possess. Rather, your ally will be holding your item, and you will be holding your allies item. There are seven items in total. I hold the eye, and you hold the puzzle. To help you, your ally will be holding the millennium scales. That means that you, Luke, are destined to hold those scales.”

Luke jumped back from where he was standing, falling on the bed. [i]How did he know my name?[/i] Luke wondered.

“It’s because I hold the eye,” the man on the video answered, “oh, and call me Max. I hate it when people don’t know my name. Vanity was always one of my weak points.” Max smiled on the video. “Well then, let’s begin our little duel, shall we-“ he stared blankly at Luke for a few seconds. “Oh you don’t have a deck…that’s right. Uh…how about this.” The bars lifted from Luke’s room. “My assistant is going to escort you into the city. Shower up first.” The bathroom door in Luke’s room opened up. “Oh and don’t worry, we don’t have a camera in the bathroom. We’re not that sick, you know.” With a few laughs at his bad joke, the video faltered and Max disappeared. Luke walking into the bathroom, closed the door, and showered. Clothes were already laid out for him. Luke put on the clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.

The dirt was lifted from his short, brown hair. His hair had a few curls but not much. Luke looked down at his suit, then back up at the mirror. It was a black long sleeve coat with dark blue, almost black, slacks. He opened the door and found the assistant staring at him.

“My name’s Tim,” the assistant said, “and I’m the one who brought you here.” He ducked his head under the door and walked in, looking around. “I brought two decks, both of them starter decks, so I can see how you play.” He put the starter decks in front of Luke. One starter deck had a picture of a mechanical spider with a few rocket launchers on it’s shoulders. The name above the card was “Launcher Spider”. The other deck had a picture of a dragon with a wavy body and sinister looking head. It was called the “Serpent Knight Dragon.” Luke looked at the two.

“The deck I choose…do I keep it.” He looked up at Tim and Tim nodded.

“Although we will be buying a few booster boxes to get you started, you will be keeping the cards of the deck.” Tim stared at the boy before him, picking something that may end up changing his life forever.

“I can’t believe I’m putting so much emphasis on a card game.” Luke gave a hesitant laugh as he picked the one with Launcher Spider on it. “I guess this one looks cooler, so I’ll go with it. Plus, it has more defense points.” Tim nodded and grabbed the serpent knight dragon deck.

“Defense doesn’t matter as much as you’d like it to in this game. Anyways, read this.” Tim threw an instruction booklet towards Luke. “It came with the deck. Read it and study it, then look through your deck. I’ll be back in exactly 20 minutes to duel you.” Luke nodded as he went through the booklet. He figured the rules out fairly quickly, so he decided to look through his deck. He had to read the effects of a few monsters, and after about 15 minutes he heard a knock on the door. His eyes widened, Tim had shown up a bit ahead of schedule.

Luke walked up to the door and opened it. Tim stood there with a smile. “I know I’m early,” Tim said, “but I think you should have gotten it by now.” Tim flipped one of the light switches as the panels below the bed opened. Luke jumped off of the bed to avoid falling down. The bed seemed to lower itself into the floor itself. Luke stared wide-eyed at it; he hadn’t seen technology like that before. Tim then flipped another light switch, as the panels opened and a small card table appeared. “This card table should be sufficient.” The card table had two outlets. Tim plugged two blue helmets that appeared to be for racing into the outlets, then put a helmet on. “Put yours on, Luke.” Luke put one on as well. Tim smiled, “These helmets will take us to the duel. We’ll see the cards image slightly above the card. It let’s us play a casual duel without losing the chance to see our favorite monsters in action.”

It was funny, really. To Luke, Tim seemed like a “gentle giant”. Sure, he was huge, but he didn’t seem like someone who would get even a little bit angry. “Well, let’s begin then.” Luke smiled and drew a card. He looked at the card in his hand. “Oh wait,” he said with a smile, “I get five more of these.” He drew five extra cards from his deck as Tim gave a slight chuckle. “Alright,” Luke said, “I’m going to summon Horn Imp (1300/1000) in attack mode.” Luke placed the card on the table inside of a zone marked “Monster Zone”. The Imp came out of the card. It looked like a small figuring. The Imp had pale skin with a loincloth around his lower mid body and a giant horn on its head. “That’s going to end my turn.”

Tim drew a card from his deck. “It’s usually best to protect your monster with other cards. Just leaving a monster on its own tends to not do all that much for you.” Tim placed a card face down in the spell/trap zone. “With one card face down, I’m going to summon Fairy Dragon (1100/1200) in attack mode.” A green dragon with wings flew from the card and stared at the imp.

“But, but my monster has the most attack. So, I’m just going to attack.” Luke drew a card at the beginning of his turn. “Oh, that’s fun. I’m going to tribute summon! So, first I sacrifice my monster, right?” Luke put his Horn Imp into the graveyard as the monster disappeared from the field. “Now I’m going to summon Spikebot (1800/1700) in attack mode!”

“And I have a trap,” Tim said with a smile as he turned his face down card over. “This card is called Raigeki Break.” Tim put a card from his hand into the graveyard. “Just by discarding a card, I can destroy one of your monsters. The card I discarded was Serpent Knight Dragon.” Luke was puzzled at this. Sure, Spikebot was tough, but his opponent got rid of a powerful monster just to get rid of it.

“Well, I guess I’ll just set two cards face down and end my turn.” The two cards he had face down wouldn’t do much, though. Luke stared at his enemy, wondering if he chose the wrong deck. One seemed quite stronger then the other. He looked at the TV and thought about Max, [i]Did he somehow know which deck I would pick?[/i]
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