Reality Check

A Yu-Gi-Oh Fanfiction

Chapter One

Samantha Parker’s Dad knocked on her bedroom door.

“Sammy, I’m going to work, dear. I’ll be back in town in a week.” She stifled a yawn.

“’Kay dad! And I told you, call me Sami!” The thirteen year old girl threw a pillow at the door, and buried her head under another.

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BLEEEEEEEEEEP!

Sami fell out of her bed at the sudden noise. “Ow…” She rubbed her eyes as she got up, and looked around for the reason for the offending sound.

“Dammit, Dad forgot to shut off the second alarm…” Sami trudged into the other room and smacked her hand down on the off button.

“Ah…quiet.” The blonde grinned and ran into the den, switching on the computer and munching on a stick of coffee-flavored pocky.

Sami’s blue eyes darted across the monitor as her desktop wallpaper loaded. It was a group picture of the entire cast of Battle City, all chasing evil Marik---as chibis.

She grinned again at her picture and chomped off another chunk of pocky. She clicked on the Mozilla Firefox icon, and clicked on YouTube in her favorites.

“Gotta love being able to start your day off with Yu-Gi-Oh!” Sami smiled, starting to re-watch one of her favorite episodes. Suddenly, as the climactic scene was about to unfold, her computer froze.

“Dammit, you Ra-forsaken computer!” Sami smacked the monitor. The screen started glowing blue.

“Err…sorry?” She blinked.

When she opened her eyes, four people lay in front of her.

“Dear Ramesses!” Sami jumped, her eyes widening. As she looked on, she saw that Yuugi Motou and Ryou Bakura were splitting in two. Now Yami and Bakura lay on the floor, as Malik Ishtal and Seto Kaiba were stirring.

As they both started speaking, in their respective native tongues, Sami was trying to reboot her computer.

“Argh! Shimatta, baka…computer!” She gave up, and slumped down on her chair. She realized that the two conscious characters were staring at her.

“Erm…nani?” She sweatdropped.

“You’re talking Japanese with a Canadian accent in the wrong speaking order.” The brunette replied, in English.

“Well, you’re the smart aleck now, aren’t you?” Malik snapped at him.

Sami smiled, and started laughing.

“Who the hell are you to laugh at me? Do you know who I am?” Seto asked, with a tone a sharp as broken glass.

Sami was still smiling as she replied. “I’m Samantha Parker, Sami unless you want to die, and you’re Seto Kaiba, teenage CEO of a billion dollar gaming company based in Domino City, Japan. And you,” she paused, turning her head toward the other blonde, “are Malik Ishtal. You’re from a family of tomb keepers, who are alive only for the sole purpose of telling him,” she nodded at Yami, “about his past.”

Malik goggled at her. “How, in the name of Ra, do you know so much about us?” Sami grinned.

“I pride myself in having the capacity to study the character bios of the people in my favorite TV show.”

At that, the two looked dumbstruck (though Seto was a bit better at hiding it).

Sami sighed at, what seemed to her, their utter stupidity.

“That means that you six have somehow been transported from your dimension to mine, and my Ra damned computer is, well…”

“Up and running.” Seto interjected expressionlessly. Well, it seemed to be working---save the fact it was glowing blue again.

“No, I think it’s about to spit something ou---“

CLONK.

A book, about the size of the fourth installment of Harry Potter, materialized from the light and landed on Bakura’s head.

“Argh! Zakkenayo, baka book!” He cursed, as he was rudely brought back to consciousness.

“Erm…hello, Bakura.” Sami said slowly, not sure of the thief’s sanity level.

“Nani?” He snapped, whipping his head around to face her.

“Why aren’t you speaking Japanese?” he asked coldly, then added, “Why am I solid? Why is he solid?”

Sami gave the thief-in-a-rage a sheepish look. “Ya know, I have no idea, really…”

The next thing she knew, he was up and chasing her around the apartment. Grabbing the cordless phone on the way out of the den, she dialed the first number that came to her mind.

“Miriku! I’m currently being chased throughout my apartment by Bakura.”

“Um…should I say something in particular?” Her friend asked.

“No, I would just recommend calling over the gang for a meeting. Don’t question my sanity just yet…” Sami hung up, and kept running from the seemingly homicidal Bakura.

“Bakura! Stop trying to harm this girl. She has done nothing to deserve your insanity.” Yami scolded from the den doorway.

“Er, Pharaoh…hate to say it, but my computer spit out a book that went plop on his head, then I informed him I have no clue as to why your lives have just taken another upside-down turn.” The way Sami explained it seemed to dawn on the king, and he nodded.

“Commence chasing, then” Bakura glared at him.

“I’m not gonna keep chasing her now, your highness-ness. Because, contrary to what you might think, I’m going to do the exact opposite of what you say.” At that, he plopped down onto Sami’s couch and continued to glare at everything in sight.

“Bakura, you’re being such a baka.” Ryou sighed from the den doorway. Yugi was behind him, rubbing his eyes tiredly. A knock on the door beat Bakura to his reply.

“Sami! Open up the damn door, we’re here already!” Liz Naginata yelled impatiently. Sami sweatdropped.

“Excuse me for a moment.” She slipped out into the hallway that led to the door, and opened it. Now, the hallways in her apartment building were very cramped and narrow. Try stuffing six teenage girls in front of one doorway, and you had a dog pile on the inside of the apartment.

Sami sweatdropped yet again and stepped back. “Get up, you bakas! You came here to meet the Yu-Gi-Oh cast, ne?” Liz got up and glared at her.

“No, I’m here to be irritating and deny the existene of anything a textbook can’t explain. They’re the ones here to be delusional.” Sami sweatdropped…er, again.

“Oh, po-hah nizzle. The Yugi-tachi are here, like it or not, and you’ll have to deal or split, ya dig the shizzle? Word.” The people now recovering from the floor fell again in an imitation of the ‘rofl’ acronym.

“Oh, and get this; Yami no Yugi, Atem, Na-nashi pharaoh, whatever you wanna call ‘im… anyway, he saved me from impending doom of the Tozoku Ou variety. Snazzy, eh, Miriku?” Sami looked around for her friends…to no avail.

“Eh, where’d you go…?”The sweatdrops would have been forming a puddle by then. They had all filed into her living room, leaving her standing at the door.

“Shimatta, minna-san! It’s my apartment!”

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Sami: Ah, ain’t she a beauty? A new ficlet, for y’all to read while I figure out the other ones!xD

Derama: Oh, nice explanation…vv;

Sami: …Tojikomeru, baka mou hitori no boku.

Derama: I’m sure that most people will need a Japanese translation guide for your fics. Might want to get on that, eh hikari?

Sami: …just tell me if you need translations and I’ll reply with them,

Derama: Okay, now just update and be on with it.

Sami: Right then. Review please!