So, this is my first attempt at some humor, so it probably will, in fact, be rather, er…bad. But my sister begged me to try this out, and I really can't resist that 'look'. So yes, enjoy the fic.

Warnings: Mild swearing, slight OOC-ness, randomness

It was a fine day in Domino Japan. The sun was shining, children were laughing, and there wasn't a cloud in the azure blue sky. In the Kame game shop, Yugi was humming idly to himself as he assembled a jigsaw puzzle. After all, what better thing to do on a flawless spring day that work on a jigsaw puzzle?

He pressed a piece into its proper place, still humming. The happy day was affecting him, making him appear more childlike that normal. Not like Atemu, who was leaning against the wall in spirit form, gazing at the outside with a dark look, as though he had been personally offended. He looked so cross that the laughing children ran away, and the sky seemed at little less bright.

"Mou hitori no boku? Why are you so angry?"

"What?"

"You look like you want to kill someone."

The spirit grunted. "I sense something evil approaching. Some of greater evil than anything we've faced before."

Yugi rolled his eyes. Atemu was found of overreacting. "Even more than Zork?" he asked, still deeply engrossed in his puzzle, not all that interested in the conversation. Puzzles are fun like that

"Much greater, Aibou. Something evil is coming, something of terrible power. I fear we may fail in defeating it."

"You don't know what it is and you're already giving up?" Yugi was shocked. He tore his head away from his beloved puzzle to look at his other half. "Who are you, and what have you done with the real Atemu?"

Said man rolled his eyes. "Don't joke Aibou, this is serious."

Yugi looked outside. The sun was still shinning, the sky was still blue, and even the laughing children had made their way, a bit cautiously, back to their games. No shadow powers. No random duel monsters. Nothing awash in blood. No great shadow god reeking havoc on the world as they knew it. No possessed maniacs demanding revenge because they were stupid enough to create an evil version of themselves, and just /had/ to blame it on someone else. No rabid fangirls/fanboys. All seemed good. "Well, tell me when we have to run for cover, because I don't see anything wrong."

"This is serious Aibou! The fate of the world is at stake!"

But Yugi was too busy with his puzzle to notice anything other than broken pieces that had to be assembled. "Whatever you say."

Atemu grunted, and then returned to glaring out the window. The children ran in fear again

Meanwhile, not that far away, there was indeed something strange going on. Within the slender building that was Kaiba Corporation, the CEO himself was surveying one of the many reception rooms. He looked indifferent, and devoid of any emotion. He eyes were cold, blue sapphires of nothingness. Really, that's the best way to describe it. Seriously.

"Is everything ready?" another man asked, walking into the room with all the arrogance of a man who created a card game which defined the very culture of Japan. That is to say/very/ confident.

"You tell me." Kaiba grunted, still surveying the room coldly. "You're supposed to be the expert here."

Pegasus smirked, taking the insult as a compliment, simply because he was that stupid. He looked around, nodding his approval. "Very nice, Kaiba-boy. You'd make a fine American."

Kaiba glared at Pegasus with such intensity that that had his glare been a knife, blood would have been splattering the pale peach walls right now. Blood and peach were /so/ not a good combination. Don't ask how he knew.

"Don't ever say that to me." He growled, turning to finish his all important survey. "Do you still have that letter?"

"The announcement?"

"Yeah"

Pegasus reached inside his coat pocket, withdrawing a crumpled sheet of printer paper. No fancy calligraphy, no color. Just a frinkin sheet of printer paper. Did Americans have /any/ self respect?

Scribbled in hastily written print, were three simple words.

We are coming

Most of the time, Kaiba would have tossed the paper away without as much as a second thought. He was stopped this time however, by the signature of the letter. Neither a graceful cursive, nor a child's print. It was a logo. A logo he'd be taught to fear. A logo that made him wish that Kaiba Corp was still a war company, because they'd need the best and greatest weapons to survive against this. The logo that had ruined his image, making him into a snobby, immature brat as apposed to a snobby, mature business man.

He'd of run out his office screaming in fear, but that was too OOC for him. So he'd done the only logical thing to do. He'd called Pegasus.

Yes, this is a very logical thing to do

Being the American he was, Pegasus knew what they liked. As far as Kaiba was concerned, they'd make the guests happy, then kick them out. The two canceled each other out, but he didn't much care. The logo made him too angry to think straight.

For there, at the bottom of the letter, was one thing…

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