Past Repeating - Book 1

Journey to Duelist Kingdom

The atmosphere within the house and Game Shop wasn't the same without Mr. Mutou. I felt sad for Yugi because of the loneliness he must have been feeling, but every time he was around his friends, he was almost back to his old self. Even so, I was sure there was some sort of void in his heart from missing his grandpa. I could understand what he was going through.

"I'll get him back," he said with determination filling his round amethyst eyes, one day when we were all together. "Just you wait, Pegasus; I'll beat you at your own game."

Whenever he talked of such hope, the void probably disappeared for a while. After all, there was a way to get Mr. Mutou back. The whole reason the void in my own heart hadn't gone away was because it was a reminder of how I won't ever be able to get my parents back. They were gone—while a solution for Mr. Mutou existed. I was glad there was a way. To have someone as kind and loving as Yugi go down into the dumps was a lot like letting the sun fall into the universe; plunging the world into eternal darkness.

The time for the Duelist Kingdom Tournament had finally come. During the couple hours before, I was packing the black duffel bag I had with me with things I thought were necessary for a trip. I packed an extra set of clothes, a couple of towels, a toiletry bag, some food, and my wallet.

Something I had bought before today that I thought would be very helpful was this thigh sheath to hold my deck of Duel Monster cards. It was a black leather band which was sewn onto a small pouch of the same material. I buckled it securely around my right leg with my deck of cards inside and I was good to go. The week until the tournament was finally over. The waiting ceased. We had practiced together as best as we could for this tournament. We were ready.

Yugi and I decided to meet at the pier, where the boat taking us to Duelist Kingdom was docked. I double-checked to make sure I had everything I thought I needed and zipped the duffel back up.

It was 8:45 by the time I finished, and I realized that I should be going. The time on the invitation was 9 pm.

I set the automatic lights in the apartment to "off", manually so they didn't turn on during the trip and waste energy. Grabbing my duffel bag from off the bed, I walked out the front door, locked it behind me, and stuffed the key deep into the duffel's side pocket.

This tournament was going to be a roller coaster. There were so many things going on already and the Pharaoh and I have only just been reborn. I suppose it was to be expected from the Millennium Items in the hands of wrong-doers. Truth be told, I was nervous, even though I shouldn't be.

Pegasus had a Millennium Item which he used to capture Mr. Mutou's soul. We needed to save him. And wherever Yugi went was wherever the Pharaoh would go. Which meant that I had to follow.

I will Guard.

We will save Mr. Mutou.

Whatever the reason was for Pegasus' actions, he will regret it.

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The sky was dark, say for the stars twinkling everywhere against the black backdrop. The moon shone - its pure white rays brightening the streets . The street lamps lined along the roads were also casting an orange-white haze over the pavement. Houses I passed by hardly had any lights on.

My sneakers padded quietly along the sidewalk and deeper into the streets. I followed the route Yugi had showed me after school. The roads rounded and turned; sometimes, I even wondered if I was going the right way, but when the smell of ocean water reached my nose, and I saw some seagulls quietly trying to catch a snack of fish, I knew I had reached the pier. To confirm my suspicions, there was a large crowd of people—all teenagers—next to a giant cruise ship parked at the dock. A few men in suits patrolled the entrance where a table was set up. A large ramp led from the pier to the door of the ship.