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Of Dice and Dragons	By : WittyPhantom Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
…this one time, at band camp…
Yes, I, your ever faithful Witty Phantom just spent the week at Band Camp and that’s why I wasn’t able to update earlier! Oh well… :’(

But, on a better note, I finished Final Fantasy X and am eagerly awaiting FFX-2… now I just have to get my act together and finish Kingdom Hearts… and Final Fantasy VII… and Legend of Dragoon (again)
Oh well, I have to mention that my muse has finally decided to make an appearance, you may remember him from my English story saga (which very few people have reviewed, I should mention) yay Sekura!
Sekura: yes, I’ve been commandeered to do this blasted disclaimer because it’s long… the wonderfully sadistic Witty Phantom does not own YGO, or Initial D, or Pontiac, or Toyota…
(me) yeah, I should mention, I’m not a big fan of Sunfires… you see, I live in Saskatchewan, where people are outnumbered by Pontiacs… not fun. But I am a huge fan of Toyota, the 2002 red Celica in the chapter is currently sitting in my driveway, waiting for me to take it out for a spin.
Sekura: riiiight… just get on with the chapter!
(me) oki! ^_^

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Akina, eat your heart out!

All packed and ready to go, Otogi shoved himself into his Sunfire and was about to put the key in the ignition when he suddenly decided that being on time was overrated and this was the perfect opportunity for him to wash his car as it was a really nice day.

Not ten minutes later, Otogi was washing his car, wearing an outfit comprised of a tight white shirt and short ensemble. Unfortunately , even with his almost animalistic, feline grace, he was unable to operate a sponge in a manner which kept himself dry. He was however, thankful that he had spent the day at his home on the countryside as opposed to his game shop, as he wasted no time in peeling the dripping white fabric off his muscled chest after the sponge backfired and ended up getting him more wet than the car was.

Even without his shirt, Otogi spent a lot of time meticulously washing every square inch of his car, from his two rear spoilers (one of which being a massive whale fin), to his two glued on hood scoops which were only there for decoration, Of course, Otogi had a fetish for the gaudy and his car was no exception.

By the time he dried himself off and got on the road, night had fallen; so Otogi flipped a switch inside his car to turn on the multitude of red lights which adorned his white car.There were red neon lights around the license plate which wittily read diduke, there were lights on his tires, even the undercarriage of his car was lined with red lights, giving the road a supernatural appearance as the car sped along the highway. There was nothing to stand in his way.

Well, nothing but traffic lights. Otogi found himself stuck at a light right at the base of the unnamed mountain on which the infamous Hitchcock’s Hideaway was found. He played absently with his red and white fuzzy dice which hung innocently from the rear view mirror as the sarcastically sang the I Like Traffic Lights song. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Otogi saw a bright red sports car pull up alongside him. He silently thanked the dice that both cars had tinted front windows so the driver of the other car couldn’t see him gawking and drooling over the sexy 2002 Toyota Celica beside him. Unlike his own car, the red Celica was in perfect condition, without any structural modifications, beautiful in its simplicity. But he was shaken from his dreamworld by three horn sounds coming from the other car. Knowing the typical street racing etiquette, Otogi knew instantly the Celica was challenging him to a race. Being much like Yami and being fundamentally unable to turn down any type of challenge, Otogi sent three identical sounds back in response, hitting the CD player button and started some upbeat driving music… some song called Grand Prix. The two cars reved up and prepared for the light to turn green.

“Come on and face my powerful engine.” Otogi sang overtop of the music as he sped off with the Celica the second the light went green. His engine purred everytime Otogi shifted into a higher gear and the reving beside him demonstrated the red beast was doing the same.

Taking the corners at unreasonably high speeds, insane speeds if you will, both cars exchanged positions, taking the lead and nipping at the other’s heels. During one of their little duels, Otogi was trailing and rapidly gaining on the Celica, which seemed to be… slowing down? Otogi couldn’t see why this was happening but decided to take as much advantage of the situation as possible and threw his faithful Sunfire into his sixth and highest gear to overtake the other.

However, what he didn’t see was the reason why the Celica was slowing down in the first place. See, while the red car took the two hairpins with relative ease, Otogi’s Sunire bounced off the padded guard rails. Obviously, the insurance companies see this road as one that is frequently used for racing and there must be a lot of accidents. So, after getting around those painful hairpins and getting his speed back up to the respectable level it used to be, Otogi was far enough behind to see the Celica hit the next hairpin a little faster than it should have and spin a full 360° before continuing, allowing the Sunfire machine some time to catch up and correctly navigate the treacherous hairpin this time around.

At long last, the final destination could be seen in the distance, through the shroud and the glare of headlights. The only thing separating Otogi and his destination was a long straightaway… and a certain red Celica. Hitting the gas with everything he’s worth, Otogi slowly but surely started to gain ground on the other car. His only questin was if he could catch it in time, the one thing Otogi hated more than anything was losing; the finish line was coming up fast, he was neck and neck with the other car, and he was running low on options. So, without any other recourse, Otogi did the only thing he thought would work. Despite the knowledge that his transmission would probably hate him later and he would have to face its wrath after this, Otogi shifted his car down a gear and let the RPMs get to dangerously high levels, letting the torque build up. Then he suddenly threw his car back on its highest gear. The car lurched forward, but rapidly picked up speed, overtaking the other car finally as he crossed the “finish line”.

Otogi hit the brakes and spun his car in a full circle in his exclamation of victory. Never before had his prowess in the ancient art of street racing ever been so hotly contested. Just as he witnessed earlier, the red Celica pulled up beside him and Otogi practically exploded out of his car to congratulate the other driver. He opened the door of his faithful Sunfire only to hear the Celica’s door slam shut. He got out and spun around to see the other driver only to have his heart ripped out and shoved back down his throat. He had thought he had seen the love of his life before him, his knight in shining armour – no, a shining trenchcoat. It was what seemed to be a new white one with long sleeves and covered with metallic buckles, clasps and such. The wind blew through his hair and made his trenchcoat billow majestically. The one man who could lift his heart, challenge his mind, and see his soul, the only person he could love unconditionally, without reservation until the end of time.

But no, his rationale assured him he was just daydreaming… But he could have sworn the man before him was identical to his lover and could have easily been Seto’s twin. So imagine his shock when this clone came up and kissed him softly on the forehead.

He quickly pulled away, almost to the point of being enraged because of this… this… fraud coming on to him. But when their eyes met—something clicked. Something deep beneath the surface of those twined cerulean oceans told Otogi that he wasn’t going insane, nor was he daydreaming. His suspicions were confirmed when Seto began speaking, that condescending, arrogant tone being a dead give away to his actual identity; however, Otogi also knew Seto was taking this way simply because he wanted Otogi to be actually sure it was him and to avoid the confusion which would have come with his less well-known, more affectionate voice.

“Not bad, I’m not often impressed but I’ll make allowances for your skills. I had a pretty good idea it was you though, because I don’t know anybody else with quite your flare for the kitschy and avant-guarde” he said, casually looking at the car, “and that—is avant-guarde!”

Otogi stood, leaning against said car, in awe that Seto was indeed before him.

“I didn’t think you were coming.” Otogi squeaked.

“Well, I’m not here because I want to be, but rather because I have absolutely no choice and am practically being forced.” Seto replied, although the mere tone of his voice was enough to tell Otogi ‘Now that you’re here, I think this weekend will be bearable.’

Otogi’s eyes practically sparkled as Seto put his arms around his (Otogi’s) waist.

“I meant it when I said I was impressed by your driving skills. To you, I concede defeat.” Seto said, bringing his face closer to Otogi’s until they were touching noses and then he added, “…But only to you.” Before drawing Otogi up into a brief but passionate kiss in the moonlight.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two lovers reluctantly pulled apart and went to get settled for the weekend.
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Alright, let me get one thing straight, I have nothing against people who drive Pontiacs, I just can’t stand the cars themselves, they’re like a plague.
Anyway, review if you want me to continue, I do have other projects I could be doing
Sekura: heh, yeah, more fics… how many ideas do you have for them now? Five?
Shut it. Oh yeah, there’s a cameo guest appearance in the next chapter!
So yeah, you know what to do.

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