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Following the direction of your finger revealed a man in a white top hat and matching tuxedo. He was leaning against the side of a coffee shop building rather dramatically. As if knowing someone had chosen him to duel, his face dipped to the side to face where you and Kaiba stood...his monocle shone with fervor. You sweatdropped.

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.: Chapter 7: Maverick Mayhem

A/n: Ne, I hope you guys don't mind, but I didn't have my gameboy game or my Kenzie(YOU) deck with me, so I couldn't get the attk/def numbers for the monsters. I hope that doesn't cause any confusion. If you guys like the duels better (I think it's just extra details that may not matter since I focus more on the psychological/strategy/characterization of the duels) with the attk/def, please tell me in teh review.

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Your were brought out of your angered haze by the sound of dull clapping.

'The hell was going on...?

Searching around the area, you saw a familiar starburst hair of color. It was Yugi...looking like he had the other night. Except...he was using his school blazer as a cape.

Eyebrow up. Sweatdrop roll.

Yugi finally stood up and approached you from the lightpost he was leaning against, bringing you out of your critical stupor.

You swallowed a little hard, not exactly sure why you were so nervous.

Yugi kept looking at you slyly, like he was expecting you to say something. It was almost as if he was...no. There's no way. He couldn't have been...impressed?

"Um...," you looked around, making sure you weren't confusing his gaze with some other object of interest. "Hi...?"

Yugi's hand initiated his speech. "So...?"

Blinking stupidly was your only option, unfortunately.

"Sooo...what?"

He chuckled abruptly, dismissing his head away from you in disbelief. "Come on, you deserve to boast more than you allow yourself."

Again, you assaulted him with stupid blinking. "Huh...?"

Yugi's hand went to his chin in extravagant thought, a smirk playing a good role on his face. "You really are modest, aren't you?" He took a skilled pause, "I really didn't think you were when you acted this way the first time..."

"HEY! I don't think compliments are supposed to sound like that!"

"I was only joking," Yugi told you good-naturedly, a dismissive hand accompanying his words. "You just looked so devastated that I had practically watched your entire duel."

"Then don't be so serious when saying it!!" you directed. 'God, some people should just not have an innate sarcasm...'

"Actually," Yugi began while putting a practiced hand on his hip. "I came over to congratulate you on a duel well-fought."

You felt the tingly sensation of embarassment run through you. Looking down, you quietly said, "T-thanks..."

"...And also for the originality in your deck; I've never seen one quite like it," his tone became serious, determined. "It would be fun to duel someone of your calibur."

Your eyes narrowed acutely. For some reason, Yugi's words were just getting to you.

"You can stop with the cheap words, alright? I know you don't mean them seriously so just back off, okay?" Yugi looked taken aback by your comment, almost confused on what you meant. "What...? What are you talking about?"

You sighed in exasperation. "Oh, COME on. It's rather rude for someone of your calibur to congratulate me that much without any--"

"--Oh wait," Yugi spoke regally, his arms crossing in arrogance. "I know what this is about."

You blinked, a little taken. How could he know? You didn't tell him the reason why your were upset -- actually, you didn't get to say ANYTHING because he cut you off. GAH!!! What the hell was his problem?!

"You... You do?"

Yugi paused in dramatic flair, and then opened with a semi-wide hand swing to his waist, symbolizing his self-claimed ambivalence. "You've actually taken Kaiba's words to heart, haven't you?"

A huge, angry tick ran through your body. Why was it that everyone seemed to think that you were doing all of this for Kaiba? That Kaiba had you wrapped around his finger?!

"My feelings about competition have, NOTHING TO DO ABOUT KAIBA!!"

Yugi sighed whimsically, completely unaware that you had yelled as loud as a five mile radius. "It really is a shame; I don't know why you let Kaiba's words get to you so much."

"Look," you started, getting a little perturbed by Yugi's lack of attention. "I joined this tournament bec-- Wait. You know what? No. I don't have to explain myself to you. You can think whatever you want, because it won't bother me."

You then turned swiftly on your heel, blazing down the sidewalk at a good pace. Leaving Yugi in a haze of confusion as you sped down the concrete blindly. Faintly, you could hear Yugi calling your name, but you didn't even flinch at it.

...Was he mad at you though? Well, perhaps he had that option, but he didn't understand! And he was almost as bad at Kaiba. What an EGO! What was it with all these eccentric duelists, anyway?

You couldn't hear Yugi once you turned a corner into a brightly-lit ally of downtown Domino. It looked more like late afternoon now, though.

You guessed it was safe to assume he wasn't following you. That was a good thing, because that was one less problem you had to confron-

OOF!!

Brutally forced out of your thoughts was the towering form of a fellow human being.

...With an overly-starched, white jacket.

...And brown hair.

You stomach dropped in acute apprehension from the cement ground. 'DAMMIT!! I do not need this right now!'<

He seemed a little hesitant to turn around, not like he was afraid, but to build up a scare for the someone who had dared to run into him.

He had a steadfast glare plastered to his face when he inched around in an impending doom. When he saw you it seemed to deepen in an immeasurable hindrance. Of course, you glared with as much intensity at him from where you sat; however, it was hard to be menacing when he towered an extra five feet because you were unceremoniously planted on the ground in front of him.

Much to your surprise, he only smirked in amusement...amusement!

"Walk much...?" he suggested in a dark, cheshire grin.

You raised an eyebrow. He had to be setting you up for something -- He was being too pleasant. Well, if you could call Kaiba pleasant.

Getting up almost regally, you tried to present yourself confidently. If you didn't you were sure he'd be on you like a ravaging dog. You dusted off your shorts a bit while slowly getting up, not really wanting to look at Kaiba because you had a cold feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"Well, Kaiba, sorry to have run in to you like that, but I must be going," you suggested off-handedly. Then, as quickly as you could (without looking ansy) you turned on your heel and made your escape!

...Until you felt a tug on your shirt...which was connected to Kaiba's thumb and index finger.

"WHAT?!" you demanded in all the [dark] attitude you could muster. Kaiba's face glowered in menace as he peirced you with his eyes.

"I didn't say I was done talking to you yet," he warned darkly...but it was more, mischevious? That definitely sent a chill down your spine.

You violently shrugged off Kaiba's "hand" from your shirt, looking away from him as you contorted your body into some rigid, pouty posture. "Yeah? What is it, Kaiba? I have more duels to get through."

"Oh do you?" Kaiba's pompous tone was reaching you in tangible, skin-eating waves... "Well, I'd like to know how my guest of honor is doing in the tournament."

Blinking stupidly, your confidence wavered. "...you what?"

Kaiba smirked devilishly, "Weren't you the one who wanted to prove to me what your deck could do? Well, that time is now..." He paused shortly and returned with a superior glare. "How many locator cards do you have?"

His chilled tone pricked into your skin... You had been completely unaware of what he was going to do, and because you were caught so completely offguard, you were acting like a basketcase.

"...I-I don't believe that's any of your business," you said simply, putting a hand to your hip. "Besides, Kaiba, you'll know good and well what I'll prove when I make it to the finals."

Kaiba chuckled diabolically. "Oh please! Don't make me laugh!" he paused to look at you, crossing his arms. "It won't matter if you eventually get six locator cards because you also have to be one of the first eight finalists at the secret location. And of course, I know you aren't experienced enough of a duelist to have six locator cards in two days time."

A hot rush of fresh anger pumped through your body, fists clenching in reflex.

"Oh?! You really think so!?" you retaliated, so angry that witty comebacks couldn't form in your head.

He smiled, very darkly this time. "I don't think so, I know so."

That's IT!!! YOU WERE GOING TO SCREAM...!

No! Wait. Calm down. You could play at his game too... He had some open spots for you to wiggle in some remarks...

You smoothed your shirt and let the motion slide into crossed arms. A wave of calm had passed through you.

"Kaiba," you almost purred out. "If you're so knowledgeable of my abilities... Please, tell me what my strategy actually is. That way, I can bow down to your almighty skill as a duelist and your superb knowledge."

You heard him grunt in mild amusement as he replied, "It's simple: your strategy is losing."

Your eyebrow jerked violently.

"However," Kaiba continued. "I can tell you're dead-set on proving your 'skill' to me, so, I'll give you a proposition. But only this one, time.

"I'll let you duel with me as spectator, but..."

Of course he had stopped on purpose for his melodrama. Everything that concerned him was dramatic, and seemingly... unnecessary.

"...I get to choose your opponent."

Your eyes never deviated from her plain expression, but it was evident from your incremented finger twitches that Kaiba had struck some kind of fear within you.

Would it be Yugi, perhaps? Kaiba was known for being ruthless...but he was also a firm believer in fair duels--

You shook her head. No, Kaiba would choose someone he thought would be challenging for your calibur. A determined fire sparked in your eyes... You would show Kaiba. You had your chance now! You couldn't mess up!

But more importantly...You couldn't loose this duel because not only would Kaiba suffocate you with an unrelenting torment, but you might get kicked out of the tournament!

Your posture became rigid as Kaiba smirk and turned to the market of duelists ready to pick.

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It had been a half an hour. HALF an HOUR.

"Kaiba...," You gritted through your teeth. "Are you going to pick someone or not?"

You were answered with only a glare. Your face contorted into some disconcerted haze...

'I bet he's just trying to waste my time and purposely make sure I don't get to the finals...,' you mused. 'Stupid Kaiba... Why did I agree to this anyway? I need--'

"If you're not going to take this seriously, I can take this deal back just as quick as I made it," Kaiba informed.

"It's a bias deal anyway...," you mumbled through closed teeth.

"What was that...?"

Your eyes set. "I said that you're taking your damn sweet time, ANYWA--"

Kaiba had cut you off, like he meant to wait until you were almost to your yelling point.

"I choose that one, over there," Kaiba stated with lack-luster. Your eyes followed Kaiba's disgusted finger and you promptly facefaulted onto the cement ground.

"You're kidding, right?" you exclaimed, getting back up.

"You want me," you pointed dramatically to your person, "to duel...that?"

Following the direction of your finger revealed a man in a white top hat and matching tuxedo. He was leaning against the side of a coffee shop building rather dramatically. As if knowing someone had chosen him to duel, his face dipped to the side to face where you and Kaiba stood...his monocle shone with fervor. You sweatdropped.

"This is such a joke...," you grumbled. You could pratically hear the acid dripping off of Kaiba...

"You either duel him or I leave."

Kaiba could give an ultimatum like no other. Your jaw set in a subtle pout, not exactly wanting to agree to this right away. Kaiba didn't have to know that you were about ready to go on a raging beatdown with any innocent bystandard within a fifty-foot radius. You glanced over at Kaiba...

...Well, that evil smirk definitely said he knew for sure.

You closed your eyes, trying to block out Kaiba's intense gaze. 'There's no way I could back out of this... But I really don't want him to think that he's got the best of me... I told Mai I would try and defend myself around--'

"You have ten seconds to decide; I'm not going to have you waste my time..."

Kaiba's stark comment cut right through your thoughts, making a tick exponentially grow on your brow...

"...seven...six...fi--"

"Al-RIGHT! I'll do it!" you managed in a calm spite. "You don't have to be so impatient."

"Then quit being so indecisive."

You glared at his back, hoping he would be hit by some invisible force...or a truck. Kaiba then walked over to the oddly dressed man over by the coffee shop. You sighed. This was just not your day...

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Kaiba had offered the man the decision on the place of the duel, saying that he may want to have the duel take place in a fairly shaded area so no one would see he was dueling "such trash." This promptly set off the mood for how you started off the duel: irritated and angry.

'What a great way to start a duel,' you mused to yourself while sorting through your beginning hand. 'Well, we got Book of Moon, Hiro's Shadow Scout, Gravekeeper's Guard, Skull Invitation, and Gravekeepers's Servant. Not a bad starting hand... I'm actually pretty confi--'

"What are you waiting for?" Kaiba questioned in a nasty tone. "He said you could go first... Or are you now realizing how inferior your deck really is?"

Your face scrunched into frustration. "Kaiba, I swear if yo--"

"Ah, girl?"

It was that tuxedo-clad fellow, Maverick. "What?!"

"Well, I'm expecting a good duel, so, try not to get too distracted," he said in a very polite way. But his tone just seemed so... How do you put it?

"I mean, if you let that tall guy over there get to you, then I'll win! Not that it's a bad thing..."

...So very condescending.

You supressed the urge to go over and strangle the guy as you drew your first card. "I'm going now!"

A light "About time" from Kaiba's direction was heard and you shot him a quick look before deliberating your first play. The card you picked up was House of Adhesive Tape. Oh joy, Kaiba would be thrilled when you played his favorite card.

You decided on playing Gravekeeper's Servant (magic) and set Gravekeeper's Guard. "I activate the magic card, Gravekeeper's Servant and I set one monster in defense mode. I end my turn."

You heard Kaiba snicker from the sidelines. "What kind of opening move is that? Only mediocre duelists open with such a safe strategy."

Adrenaline surged through your feet and straight to your head, hot waves of anger radiating. "KAIBA! It's the FIRST move of the duel! Can't you at least wait one turn before criticizing me?!"

Kaiba shifted into a closed off stance. "Giving you that much leeway would inflate your ego."

"What ego?!"

You glared heatedly at Kaiba. He only smirked in amusement.

"Hey!" Maverick came in. "It's your turn, and could you please refrain from distractions. I'd like to know that I beat you at your best. Then I can go gloat that I beat the American Champion to all my friends!"

Your eyebrow starting ticking again, a fist raised in anger. Not only did you miss what this guy had done during his turn because Kaiba just HAD to say stuff to you, but this weird guy was rubbing you th--

"You mean you don't know...?"

Your eyes shot open in what could have been confused as fear... Kaiba said that way too darkly.

"The duelist you're dueling right now only has her title by, shall we say, a set of 'situational circumstances'."

"Kaiba, I swear to --"

"What kind of cirumstances?" Maverick poked innocently.

Your eyes honed in on Kaiba's dark, devious glint. "Well, the only reason why she won was because the three duelists in front of her were disqualified..."

"You mean," Maverick paused, almost increduously, "she won by...default?"

"Kaiba, you are s-"

"You know, if I had known who you really were from the beginning I probably wouldn't have agreed to do this, but since I have and the tournament creator is standing right over there...," Maverick inched playfully, "I guess this is something I must do."

Your chest bottomed to your stomach.

"And justifiably so," Kaiba mumbled, probably only so you could hear it.

"Why am I even doing this, anymore...?"

Your head struck up with a serious resolve. "Maverick, I believe it's your turn..."

"Oh, right!" Maverick went to draw a card. "Don't be in such a rush, though!"

Maverick set two magic/trap cards and one monster card and ended his turn.

On your next turn you drew Mask of Darkness. There was no way you could prod Maverick into attacking right now, so you decided to pass.

"You pass? What duelist would skip their turn so carelessly?" Kaiba scoffed. "But, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."

Your face instaneously set into an ugly glare. "I thought you said you were here to watch?!"

Kaiba looked straight at you. "I am watching."

You pushed Kaiba's childish attitude behind you, dead-set on not letting his comments bother you during this duel. You'd show him... You'd show him what you could do!

Maverick drew his card and began his play. "I set one card face down and summon Maha Vailo. In reaction, I flip Des Lacooda and the effect lets me draw one card."

Maverick drew said card. "Des Lacooda's other effect lets me flip him back over during a Main Phase

You drew your beginning turn card and saw that it was Bistro Butcher with an impressive 1800 attack. You made a note to save that heavy-hitter for later and decided to set Book of Moon on the field.

"I set one card face down and flip Gravekeeper's Guard. By Gravekeeper's Guard effect I can send one monster card back to your hand, and I pick your set Des Lacooda."

"Well, I guess that's all right," Maverick stated in a stoic cheeriness.

"In response to your discard, I play the quick-play magic card Book of Moon and flip my Gravekeeper's Guard face down."

"You're going to try and use the same trick again after your opponent already knows what a card does? You really are a third-rate duelist, aren't you?"

"Kaiba, if you had any semblance of a brain you'd understand that isn't the point of my tactic," you gave him a look from your peripheral.

"Is the point of your tactic to be spineless?"

Ow. That hurt somewhere... "No... It's not."

Kaiba answered rather quipply, "Then there isn't a point of having a brain to understand your tactic, especially since you can't seem to tell what it is yourself."

You ignored the feeling of wanting to fight back this time, deciding to watch Maverick's turn intently this round.

"I summon Elemental Saurus and activate the magic card, Metasilver Armor. I'll attach my equip card to Maha Vailo who gives its total attack 1000 more points; the other 500 comes from Maha Vailo's effect," he stated. You had nothing to chain in reaction to his play, however, that Maho Vailo might become a bit of nuisance if your deck didn't throw you a bigger bone soon. Maha Vailo gets an additional 500 attack points for every equip card attached to it, even without the actual attack point boost the equip cards states that it gets!

"I end my turn," Maverick stated.

"He didn't attack...?" you mumbled to yourself.

"Hmph. I assume he must feel sorry for you."

Why did he have to say anything?

"Or maybe it's because you keep DISTRACTING me." You twisted your head around to glare at him for a moment before turning back to your hand.

"Even so, it would still mean that he's giving you a handicap, so how about you stop wasting time and draw your next card?"

"Whatever," you stated resolutely before drawing your card; it was the trap card Nightmare Wheel. You decided to set the card.

"I set one card on the field and end my turn."

"Honestly, I can't see what you're doing as strategy," he simply said. "You're not even remotely doing anything."

"And again, if you could dumb down some of that ego of yours, Kaiba, maybe you'd understand that in some battles the most effective is the one that waits patiently."

"I'm ATTACKING, by the way..."

Kaiba gave you a dirty look while stating, "Strategically waiting is one thing, but this is the fourth turn in the duel and you haven't done anything but cower in your corner."

A sense of desperation had hit you after Kaiba's words. "Kaiba, I--"

"Hel-LO! Your monster is dead!" Maverick finally got in, and then noticed your confused look. "Well, not really, but I'd like to start my turn with you watching than not paying attention."

"I summon Rocket Jumper and attack with my Maha Vailo to your Gravekeeper's Guard!" Maverick said defiantly.

Maha Vailo's attack was at 2050 which was definitely higher than you Gravekeeper's 1900 defense. "For declaring an attack," you stated, "you must discard one card from the top of your deck to the graveyard because of my Gravekeeper's Servant.

"And, because you're attacking my Gravekeeper's Guard I can send one monster card on your side of the field back to your hand, and I choose your Maha Vailo."

"Well that's bothersome," Maverick stated. "My equip card is discarded from that, but that's okay. There's more where that came from." You heard Kaiba scoff. "How effective is sending a monster back to your opponent's hand when he can just resummon it?"

"SPECTATOR, Kaiba; that's what you are."

"Of course, having no hand in keeping Duel Monsters as popular as it is means I can't criticize any abusive play I see."

Your head twisted around at an awkward angle at Kaiba's comment. "Just because you don't understand what I'm doing doesn't mean it's inferior!"

"Hey, not to interrupt your interruption of the current duel at hand...but it's your turn," Maverick noted with some grumpiness.

You begrudgingly ignored the urge to slap Kaiba across the face and drew your card. You had drawn Don Zaloog. Your felt that your best bet was to set him first, especially knowing Maverick had a Maha Vailo in his hand and equip cards in his deck. You needed something more promising before trying to attack him directly. You also decided to set House of Adhesive Tape, which you've had in your hand most of the game thus far.

"I'll set one card face down, one monster card, and end my turn."

"I don't even think I need to comment about that display of 'brilliant' strategy," Kaiba noted snarkily.

"Then don't," you said a little more dejectedly than you had meant."Kaiba's right, though...I'm losing so bad right now. How am I supposed to win? If I don't I..."

"You do know he just summoned a monster and declared an attack, right?"

"Kaiba, shut UP! I know!"

Actually, you had no idea that it had went down, so preoccupied by your distressing thoughts. Now you had to quickly get some idea of what happened while you had spaced out.

You happened to be one monster short -- Maverick had taken out your Don Zaloog and you were 100 life points less (you were now at 3900), which jus--wait a minute.

Maverick had a Raging Flame Sprite on the field?!

That was definitely a problem: Raging Flame Sprite increased it's attack every time it dealt life point damage to an opponent by 1000 points. But see, that's why you kept House of Adhe-

Your body jerked awkwardly, trying to hide your frustration. "Dammit," you seethed lowly.

"Finally realize something?" Kaiba prodded darkly.

"Just shut UP, Kaiba!"

You had forgotten to activate House of Adhesive Tape when Maverick summoned Raging Flame Sprite! This was not good. You may not be able to get a hold of anything in your deck to stop that card. If Raging Flame Sprite got built up enough in attack...there was probably nothing you had to stop it, and then...

"Stupid Kaiba distracting me like that. This is great, juuust great...," you patronized as you drew your card; it was Hiro's Shadow Scout. You decided to set that monster card this turn.

"I set one monster on the field." You tensed. "I'm stuck right now...I can't do anything against that card yet." All the same you looked at Kaiba expectantly, waiting for some snide remark to come out of his mouth and eat away at the air.

"I'm sure you could imagine what I'd be saying at this moment, so why should I bother?" he stated simply, only looking at the duel field.

You passed Kaiba a grossly disgusted look, fed up with trying to beat down his ego.

Maverick drew his card and attacked your Hiro's Shadow Scout with his Elemental Saurus, sending it to the graveyard and continued with his barrage. He then directly attacked with his Raging Flame Sprite and his Rocket Jumper, and still having to discard his top cards from your Gravekeeper's Servant. You were at 1800 life points and his Raging Flame Sprite had grown to 2100 attack points.

By the time the barrage of attacks had finished you noticed that you were having a problem catching a good breath. You blamed it on Kaiba. Afterall, he was just getting you really worked up. You took the deepest breath you could to settle your nerves and drew your next card.

You had drawn another Nightmare Wheel from your deck. "I set one card face down and one monster card face down and end my turn." You had set the Nightmare Wheel you had picked up and your Jowls of Dark Demise you've had most of the duel.

You heard a growl aways from your side.

"Stop being foolish and change your strategy! Any good duelist would know that now is the point to try something else... But you can't do that, can you? You're just a Default Duelist: a complete and utter waste in my tournmanet."

You didn't even flinch at Kaiba's words; it was like he kept hitting somehwere that you couldn't even recognize... Why were you taking this so personally today? "Because I want to show the world who I really am... And I can't even do that right...not even in this game...

"'Any good duelist', huh? I guess I really can't do anything important right..."

"Annnnnnnnd it's my turn!" Maverick stated while drawing his card. "I set one monster on the field--"

"In response I activate my Nightmare Wheel to your Raging Flame Sprite."

"--Well, in any case, I attack with my Elemental Saurus to your only face-down monster, and since I have a fire elemental on the field all face-down effect monsters have negated effects when I attack them with Elemental Saurus! And I'll finish off with an attack from my Rocket Jumper!"

You were now at 800 life points.

"Funny," you patronized yourself. "I wonder what he'd say right now if he were here watching this pitiful display..." By this time you couldn't make out what Maverick or Kaiba was saying without a high level of concentration, you were merely reacting to the flow of the duel.

On your standby phase Maverick was docked 500 life points from the effect of your Nightmare Wheel and you proceeded to draw your card -- it was another Book of Moon. You set that card on the field. "I summon Bistro Butcher to the field and attack your Rocket Jumper."

"About time," came the snarky voice.

"I know," you said with a void in your words. Your hands were getting really cold, too. In fact, you felt like you were getting a faint spell of the chills running through your body.

Maverick's turn then began.

"I set one monster on the field and attack with my Elemental Saurus!"

"And that activates my Book of Moon; your Elemental Saurus is now back in set defense position," you recited solemnly.

You heard a rather gross noise from Kaiba's direction when you began your turn.

Again, during the Standby Phase Maverick lost another 500 life points from your Nightmare Wheel; he was now at 2200. You had drawn the Jinzo you had in your deck, but the enthusiasm that always accompanied you drawing this card was very far from yourself right now. Maybe because somehow you knew this duel was all in vain...

"I sacrifice Bistro Butcher to summon Jinzo to the field."

In accordance to Jinzo's effect, the only trap card on the field was destroyed upon Jinzo's summoning: your Nightmare Wheel. "And I attack with Jinzo to your Raging Flame Sprite."

Maverick was now at 1900 life points. Even though you had managed to provide a good comeback in this part of the duel you still couldn't seem to recover from the anxiety you were still feeling. You still felt like you had to really concentate on your breathing to make sure you were doing it right. And your hands...you could practically feel the warm leaving your hands and the cold radiating from them. Your chest had only slighlty began a pungent pressure and you were trying to ignore it to finish this duel...

Upon ending your turn Maverick seized his draw card and commenced his summoning. "I summon Luster Dragon to the field..."

Dammit... Your hearing was really starting to fade in and out and your chest felt like it was going to cave in all of a sudden! And the air, it had become so thin, why couldn't you get enough to breathe?!

"Don't tell me the Default Duelist is hesitating! At least surprise me and act like you knew it was coming!"

In Kaiba's mid-sentence you had fallen to one knee with your hand over your deck on the duel disk. You were breathing so deeply it felt almost mechanical, automatic even. The pressure in your chest had just become too much to handle and something was telling you to just give up. Your breathing was poorly mocking hiccups and your hands felt like ice...

You had surrendered.

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