What Would You Do? YuseixOC

Chapter 13

"Alright! What do you think, Pinoko, Yusei? Don't I look just like Ruka?"

"No wonder you're twins. I can't tell the difference at all!"

"Right?" Rua is very pleased by Yanagi's agreeance. I'm not fooled.

"Hmm, maybe if you were silent I could believe it. When you open your mouth, it's clear you're not Ruka."

The girl I speak of kicks her brother's shin. "I don't act like that!"

I stay over by Yusei, giving him a few last words of encouragement. "Do your best, Yusei. And look for me in the stands, okay? I came prepared." I unfurl the fabric sign I'd painted a few nights back. It says simply "YUSEI!" on the front. The other side bears a squiggly drawing of his D-Wheel and helmet, reading "LEAVE THEM IN THE DUST!" I'm not the best when it comes to artistic skill, but I think its recognizable enough. I show him both, explaining breifly. "This side is for standing duels, then when you have a riding duel, I'll flip it to this side. I also brought some pom-poms, red and white for your D-Wheel colors." My lips stretch, showing my teeth in a cheery smile.

"I will. I'll be dueling for you and our friends, but please don't leave the stands. I still worry about what Yeager said..." He momentarily smooths his hand over my elbow but lets it drop when he sees Rua coming. "Just, don't go anywhere alone?" I nod. With luck he'd be able to maintain focus knowing that I'm not going anywhere.

"Then, Yusei, shall we depart?"

"Yes," he intones, staring at the phony Ruka before they turn to leave. "Rua, it's best if you don't wear makeup."

"Oh, really?"

I put a palm on the real Ruka's back as they vacate the hall. She is frustrated by her twin's mannerisms. "It'll be fine, Ruka. We just have to find our seats and we can take a load off, okay? Forget him." She's grateful for the support, aware of my feelings toward her brother's shenanigans.

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It doesn't take long to find our seats. All five are situated next to each other at the opening of the row. Each time we'd pass someone, they'd give us a look, sometimes stretching out in their seat as if saying "Don't sit in my row!" I end up sat between the age groups, Himuro and Yanagi on my right, Ruka and Tenpei on my left.

As my butt hits the chair, I see the stage is already set up to begin. The Director from the facility, Godwin, sits in an amrchair behind a dark wood podium. There's a man in magenta with a fine pencil moustache on his lip, seemingly the annoucer with the microphone in his grip. "Everybody listen!" He shouts, dancing around the stage to be seen from all angles. "The Duel of Fortune Cup is finally starting!" The crowd cheers.

The wind picks up, creating a near tornado in the middle of the stadium, but it vanishes and in it's place is the dragon Jack used against Yusei. "Red Daemon's Dragon has appeared!" cries the announcer. There is false enthusiasm in his voice, but there's a backing track of a whirring engine. "And the sound of this D-Wheel must mean..."

The dragon comes to rest on the highest platform on the stage. The dragon's master shoots from the tunnel entrance to the track, using the curled lip of it to jump to the platform. The bleachers are crammed with fans shouting their support, our group notably not included. He dismounts the bike, standing in front of his ace monster, and relieves himself of his helmet.

"There's only one King, and it's me!" Jack raises a finger to the sky. "Who's going to duel me?"

The emcee moves to the front of Jack on the platform below. "The duelists who recieved the lucky tickets for a chance at a dream match against the King are here!" It's at this point that the stage's panels recede, allowing duelists both familiar and not to rise up from underneath.