Past Repeating - Book 1

Panic in the Dark

Star Chips: Yugi: 6/Joey: 4/Sarah: 5

He knows.

He definitely knows.

I couldn't help but continue thinking about the duel that took place mere minutes ago, even though everyone else brushed it off as just a dream. I knew it was real, because of my relationship with the Shadow Games, so I was required to be burdened with its existence.

During that duel, I had an incredibly close interaction with the Pharaoh. I wasn't able to tell him everything right away, but he definitely had the feeling that something was off. And he knew I was somehow connected, because of how Bakura interacted with me specifically.

All because I spoke Egyptian right in front of him.

I didn't know what the other half of me was thinking, the part of my soul that was trapped inside my favourite card. She was the one who started talking to Bakura, he only followed. Sure it helped me in getting new information, but the others thought I had gone completely mad! Well, only in the dream. But the Pharaoh... he knew that it wasn't a dream. He knew it was real, and would therefore think about every part of it. He was bound to figure something out, maybe even connect some dots. After all of that, despite me wanting to keep my identity a secret for now, he knew that I was connected somehow.

Perhaps it was all for the best. At least it provided some evidence to the truth.

I followed after the others, as quick as I could. Joey was out in front, leading us the way through the trees. The trees parted and we were looking over another cliff, but this time, instead of finding a dueling arena in the water, we found one just off to the side, that was hiding in the shadows of the taller trees. Climbing down from one of the platforms, with a look of defeat on her face, was Mai. We rushed over to her.

"Mai! Are you alright?" asked Joey.

"It's too late..." she said dejectedly.

"What do you mean? What's happened?" asked Tristan.

From out of the shadows that were concealing the other side of the dueling arena emerged a large man with a scary face. Joey immediately set his glare on him.

"Who the hell are you?" Joey asked, approaching the man.

The man's straight line of a mouth curved up into a smirk. The sight of his laughing eyes gave me goosebumps.

"What's the deal, huh?" Tristan asked the man as he strode up next to Joey to give his pal some help with muscle if it ever came to a fight. "Do you like to mess with girls?"

The large man sized Joey and Tristan up, his chest measuring the width of two. He was gruff and large, with a build I could only imagine as fighters having. He was beefed, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. His odd makeup and dangerous looking outfit, with his trenchcoat and bracelets fitted with spikes, didn't help make the encounter any easier. Even the others were a little overwhelmed to see someone like this being a potential dueler.

"It wasn't because she was a girl that I decided to duel her," he said. His voice was rough. "I duel only in the night, and she happened to be next to this little arena here."

"You don't look like a duelist," claimed Joey.

"On the contrary, I am." Then the man proceeded to show us these double-sized Duelist Gloves on both of his arms, and they were almost completely filled with Star Chips.

"I may not be a duelist that you lot are used to, but I am one."

"What kind of duelist are you?" I found myself asking before anyone else did. I couldn't help but be curious. What did he do that required all of those Star Chips?