Hey there! :) Here’s a new chapter of my Buffy/Yu-Gi-Oh ficlet collection “Hell Fire”. I decided to call it “Rodeo” because I was listening to the song “Rodeo” by Garth Brooks, and this is what I came up with.RodeoHis eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she’d give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love’s in Tulsa
And she knows he’s gonna go
Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood
It’s that damned old rodeo
Well, it’s bulls and blood
It’s dust and mud
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd
It’s the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He’ll win the next go ‛round
It’s boots and chaps
It’s cowboy hats
It’s spurs and latigo
It’s the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo
--Garth Brooks, Rodeo
Their golden eyes now full of shock, the two vampire cowboy brothers, Lyle and Tector Gorch, blinked.
For they didn’t know what to make of this guy – the guy that called himself Yami.
Yami simply stood there in front of Lyle and Tector, his stance a calm, cool and collected one. His crimson eyes were full of what Tector and Lyle recognized as the feeling of having sensed – and accepted – a challenge of sorts.
“Well, Lyle, Tector, what are you waiting for?”
Even his voice – a deep, baritone voice – was something that other vampires had told Lyle and Tector about.
They had heard of Yami Yugi. Those eyes. That voice. The way he carried himself. And – now came the odd part (at least to Tector and Lyle anyway) – the aura of having fought and won so many battles that bravery had become quite common. And I thought that what Tector and I did was quite the accomplishment, at least for us,
Lyle thought to himself. For Tector and I, causing the massacre of an entire Mexican village before we became what we are now sure was quite something there. And that was back in 1886, too!
“Tector,” said Lyle, “who is
this guy? He’s been eyeing us ever since he stepped over the threshold of the Bronze thirty minutes ago.”
Tector shrugged. “I have no idea, Lyle. But whoever he is, he has the look of a warrior who is able to sense a challenge – and go into battle as well.”
“I heard you guys,” said Yami.
Lyle and Tector jumped. This was a complete shock, since they usually prided themselves, and each other, on their toughness, rugged masculinity and being cowboys. And this guy – Yami Yugi – had managed to shock them out of their undead skin!
“Lyle, Tector,” Yami began just as Tector and Lyle looked back at him. “You ever heard of the game known as Duel Monsters?”
The two Gorch brothers looked at each other before turning back to Yami and shaking their heads. Clearly, they had never heard of something like that. After all, this game Yami had referred to, ‛Duel Monsters’, was way after their time.
“Well, then, I guess I better show you,” said Yami.
Calmly, he pulled out his Dueling deck, put it into the duel slot on his Duel Disk and then drew five cards into his hand. He looked at the cards he had drawn and smirked. For there it was – the first of the five cards in his hand. His trademark card. The Dark Magician.
“I call forth the Dark Magician – in Attack mode!” the Pharaoh called.
As if on cue, the Dark Magician made his appearance, holding his green staff. He was smirking at the Gorch brothers.
Lyle and Tector were completely and utterly shocked upon seeing what Yami had referred to as a Duel Monster for the first time.
“No way!” Tector said. “That Duel Monster – the Dark Magician – is quite something there!”
“I agree. He definitely is!” said Lyle.
“Quite the game Duel Monsters is, isn’t it?” Yami calmly said, smirking at the effect his words were having on the Gorch brothers. “The way my monsters fight against those of my opponents. The way I think up strategies that show how much of a true Duelist I really am. But, more importantly,” he paused for a moment, watching Tector and Lyle, and then said, “the way they seemed to, well, dance by the light of the moon or how they move so gracefully. Like the body of a dancer. Flowing like water, if you will.”
Finally, still wearing his smirk, which was said to be very deadly when faced by his opponents, Yami then said, “And now, Lyle, Tector... prepare for my way of showing you my view of magic and what it is, especially when seen by vampires such as yourselves.”
He looked up at the Dark Magician, who smiled at him and nodded, as though understanding what Yami was telling him.
“Dark Magic Attack!”
As Lyle and Tector were thrown backwards by the blast from the Dark Magician’s wand and out of the Bronze, where they landed in a forest outside Sunnydale, one thing was clear.
They learned a lesson about messing with a former Pharaoh – although they had to learn it the hard way. And they also wondered if the vampires that had crossed Yami’s path before they did had also been subjected to the same fate. If they had, it certainly didn’t come as a shock. Not one bit.
After the Dark Magician nodded to Yami and then disappeared into his card, Yami then put him and the other four cards back into his deck, which he then put back into a holder that hung diagonally around his hip.
His smirk changing into a grin, Yami shook his head and then remarked, “These vampires could sure inspire me and teach me a thing or two, especially when it comes to battles as well.”
With that, Yami turned on his heel, his black boots tapping against the floor, and then walked out the back door of the Bronze.
He couldn’t wait to tell Buffy, Dawn, Xander, Willow, Tara, Andrew and Giles about this. He knew they would make a great audience, as he was a very great speaker. His voice, as many people could tell, could’ve put even the men who started World War II – Joseph Stalin, Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler – under an enchantment of sorts.
One night, Andrew and Yami were looking at page 589 of a really big book, which was quite curiously titled “Chronicle of the 20th Century”. On the page was the headline “Hitler suicide in Berlin”, and under the black and white picture of Adolf Hitler, who had his back to the camera, the caption read “Adolf Hitler. 1889-1945. The mind of a madman”.
“A madman indeed,” Yami remarked. “He was a genius orator, as well as very charismatic, but he was quite corrupt.”
Andrew nodded. “Indeed, Yami. He might’ve seemed powerful. But in the end, death, as it must, finally came for him.”
Now it was Yami’s turn to nod – although in agreement, of course. What Andrew had said was all too true. Adolf was only 56 years old, but by the time of his death, he was, for all intents and purposes, a broken man with his empire crumbled into ruins.
“Indeed he was, Andrew,” Yami finally said. “He was born innocent, as we all are. However, he chose the wrong path in life – a path that unfortunately led him down into the grave. But I’ll tell you one thing. If I had been around during his time, when the bloody war known to all as World War II was going on, I would’ve shown him, in my own way, exactly why I never would’ve liked him. I could’ve also told him why I never would’ve agreed with him about the Jewish people or the Nazis. Finally, I could’ve told him what I thought of his delusions of Nazi ‛supermen’ as well. To accomplish all that, I would’ve used my powerful Shadow Magic to protect myself and put all the Nazis in comas.”
Andrew, who had been listening intently as Yami spoke, now looked thoughtful. “Really, Yami? You would’ve actually done that?”
Yami replied, “Yes. Indeed, I would’ve.”
The Scoobies were astonished as they listened. Andrew was having a conversation with Yami about something other than Star Wars or science fiction; instead, they were discussing history and events that had happened back then in the 1940s.
It was actually quite nice for a change.