Author's Note: This story is a crossover with WolfGeneral's Demon Duelist Legacy/Legend of Demon Duelist storyline and my own Yu-gi-oh story. Some people reading this may have read either of ours, but that is unnecessary as some background is provided. This story is in a sense a sequel to the duel fic that I wrote entitled Duel That Spans The Dimensions. Hence the slight change in this to becoming Duels That Span The Dimensions. Events that took place in that fic WILl be referenced. If you really want to know what happened go ahead and read it, it's short and fun.
Duels That Span The Dimensions
Prologue: Knocking On Rikuo's Door
Rikuo Amero, born again wolf demon (although not in the religious sense), was insanely bored. It had been a while since he had competed in a serious tournament, and his last truly challenging duel had been about a decade ago when his light half, Daniel, had finally defeated him.
It was times like these, made more annoying by the fact that he was completely cut off from his one and only daughter, that made him wish somebody would try to destroy the world. Of course he didn't literally mean it, but if it did happen his boredom would be alleviated.
There was no way that he would be bored if Jasmine, his wife, or his daughter Erika were here. But Erika was in her last week for the school year at Kaiba's Duelist Academy. Just the thought of his little Eri being at Duelist Academy brought a swell of pride to his heart, because she was now a member of the most elite section of the academy. Obelisk Blue.
Carefully he pondered a method to alleviate his boredom. In the past when he had been alone while Eri was away at Duelist Academy and Jasmine was out doing thief-like things he had tried different methods.
First he had tried solitaire. But he quickly learned that he was talented enough at such a game that he won every time. The computer offered some amusement, but online strategy games just weren't that much fun when you were an ancient demon general who had commanded hundreds if not thousands of battles and your opponents were human teenagers who knew nothing of actual battle.
Video games also held slight favor as a distraction, but A.I.s just weren't skilled enough to offer a real challenge after a while. Growling with frustration he grabbed his deck and spread it out in front of him on the coffee table. "Keh, guess this is what's gonna use up my time for today."
Unfortunately for Rikuo his deck editing was put on pause when a knock sounded. Rolling his eyes the ancient wolf demon shouted out, "One minute!" Putting his deck back together he curled his tail around his waist to look like a belt and ruffled his hair, making his ears hidden. It might be funny to scare random salesmen, but having them tell stories got annoying, so he had taken to hiding his demonic features when he answered the door.
Slipping on a pair of tinted sunglasses (to hide his golden eyes) he grabbed the handle and pulled. Standing in front of him was a teenager who looked about eighteen or so, with messy reddish-brown hair, pulled into a dragon tail in the back. He was wearing a blue shirt with a dragon winding around brambles in the center, and had a suitcase slung over one shoulder. "Yo!"
Rikuo eyed the teen for several seconds. Silence reigned as he did so, inspecting the teen very carefully. Finally, once he was truly satisfied, Rikuo deigned to give the teen a response. "Who the hell are you?"
The boy face faulted, but quickly recovered, laughing slightly. "You're joking right? I mean, it hasn't been that long since we dueled has it?" Rikuo didn't remember dueling this kid, so he squinted a bit to see if that helped bring up the memory. When he didn't manage to say anything for nearly a minute the teen let out an exasperated sigh.
"I challenged you to a duel after winning the Japanese Championship. We dueled, it was a kick ass duel as well. We tied remember?" Rikuo felt his heart stop briefly as he contemplated this. He remember that incident, and remembered it well, as it had been the duel that got him back into the dueling circuit. But this boy couldn't possibly be the same one...
"You can't be Drake....you look like a teenager. I remember him now, and you do look like him. But that was sixteen years ago, and he'd have to be in his thirties. You don't look over eighteen, so it's impossible." The teenager face faulted again, and then jerked back to a standing position, a disbelieving look on his face.
"Sixteen years?! DAMN IT!" With that he went off into a string of curses, violently swinging his bag around. But in doing so he caused something to get pulled up out of his shirt, and dangle against his chest. It was a very distinctive golden disc with a stylized eye in the center.
"No way....if you have that...then you really are Drake. But how can you look the exact same way after sixteen years?" Drake paused in his cursing and looked at the demon. He stood very still for several seconds, and finally grinned like an idiot and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Would you believe me if I said it was magic?" This time it was Rikuo's turn to face-fault.
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Author's Notes: And so it begins! Yes, this story will be a lot less serious than mine usually are, and no it won't contain spoilers for stuff in my story that hasn't happened yet. I do not own Rikuo Amero, Jasmine Amero, or Erika Amero. Daisuke 'Drake' Ihachi is mine.