Hatred Of The Beaten Martial Artist

Disclaimer. Yu-Gi-Oh! Season Zero does not belong to me. This was a request by SonicVsEvil on FanFiction.Net

PART ONE.

Thunder flashed overhead as lighting angrily split the sky. Rain poured down unforgivably. A lone man stalked the streets, face twisted with dismay and humiliation. He remembered, how badly, he had lost to a friend of the kid known as Yugi. ‘My martial arts should have destroyed that blonde idiot. I thought he was weak considering who he was friends with.’ He stopped, realizing what house now lay before him. “The Kame Game Shop eh? Now that I think about it, that pipsqeak had a fancy necklace. If I can’t have victory with martial arts, I’ll just steal what’s most important to him. Heheh.” He stalked away, smirking. ‘I’ll put the plan into action tonight.’ (Meanwhile...) Yugi stared out the window, as streams of water ran down the glass. ‘What terrible weather.’ Yami appeared beside him, looking worried. //Yugi. Look down there.// The spiky haired teen blinked, following where the spirit was pointing. A dark haired man was staring up at him, before walking away. Yugi watched him go. “That’s...I know that guy.” The spirit gaped at him. “Who is it?” Yugi hugged himself, shivering. “It’s that guy I beat in the arcade. You know, that fighting game. He got real pissed and beat the crap out of me. Then he took the puzzle...” Yami stiffened, but motioned with his hand that Yugi could continue. “Jonouchi saw what happened and took care of him. I thought I wouldn’t see him again. But we both witnessed it. When I saw his face, he looked cunning. He’s probably planning to kil me...” Yami studied Yugi. He was pale, and he could tell that his charge was recalling that dreaded day. The spirit put a hand on Yugi’s shoulder. “Hey. I won’t let that happen. How about you go rest. I’ll keep watch.” Yugi climbed into bed, pulling the covers over his head. Yami turned and sat delicately in a chair, staring at the door sternly. Hours passed, and finally the lightning storm stopped. It took a few more hours but finally, the sun rose out from behind the clouds, as dawn approached the world. The sound of arguing reached Yami’s ears, and he stood up, alarmed. A crash was heard, before the ear piercing wail of the fire alarm rang throughout the house. Smoke crawled in through the door. Yami went to Yugi, trying to wake him, but the boy did not respond. The door slammed open, and the man from last night ran in, looking crazed. Yami immediately took over Yugi’s body, leaping up out of bed and glaring at the man. The street fighter took a step back, and laughed. “Well well. Look who it is. I’ve come to steal your treasure. If you don’t hand it over I’ll beat the shit out of you.” Yami clutched the artifact tightly. “Just try and get it bastard.” The man dashed towards him, raising a fist, but Yami ducked, the Wajet Eye shining on his forehead. Time stopped instantly, and the man wobbled, before falling. The world didn’t turn. The birds didn’t sing. The water didn’t flow. The only two people that could move were Yami and the man. The street fighter gasped. “W-what did you do?” Yami stared down at him, a thunderous expression on his face. “I stopped Time. Now. You will meet your end, in a shadow game. Prepare yourself!”