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Anime/Manga Yu-Gi-Oh. A/N: Russian roulette is a potentially lethal game of chance in which participants place a single round in a six-shot revolver, spin the. Russian Roulette Dinner, known as Cuisine of Death Russian Roulette in the Japanese version, is a game Mokuba Kaiba played with Yugi Mutou and Katsuya Jonouchi in the Yu-Gi-Oh! It is a variant of the dangerous game russian roulette. The game involves a rotating tabletop with a number of meals on it, some of which are poisoned.
Summary: Obviously, you'll have to read all the way to the end if you want to know what really happens, but let's just say that Yuugi learns that not all games are not always as 'innocent' as Duel Monsters, and sometimes it's good to not be the 'Winner.' I imagine that this takes place about a year after the end of the series.
- ' Russian Roulette ' is the twenty-sixth chapter of the Yu-Gi-Oh! This chapter was originally printed in the Weekly Shōnen Jump magazine in Japanese. Its first English release was in the Shonen Jump magazine. It has been reprinted in volume 4 of the tankōbon and volume 3 of the bunkoban.
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- Roulette Russa Yu Gi Oh you head to the slots and bet pretty decent stakes in order Roulette Russa Yu Gi Oh to get a big win so that you can clear the wagering requirements. The downside to this tactic is that you could lose the Roulette Russa Yu Gi Oh first spin and then Roulette Russa Yu Gi Oh you don’t get to enjoy any playing time at all.
Warnings: As stated in the previous summary, this tale contains Yuugi doing rather emo things with revolvers as he plays the classic game of high-stakes self-destruction. So, you're officially warned. Don't flame me for being disturbing or anything like that.
Yuugi missed light. Actually, there were many things that he missed, but light was the most relevant at the moment. As Yuugi tiptoed through the indomitable darkness of his grandfather's game shop—hesitant to turn on the harsh artificial lights lest he draw unnecessary attention to himself—he couldn't help but wonder where all the sunlight had gone so quickly. Hadn't it not been that long ago, just a few hours previously, that the sun's warm rays had heated these counters, making them feel as warm to the touch as human flesh? A few last ghosts of warmth, the little that survived that sudden onslaught of nightfall, clung to the lifeless surfaces. Yuugi doubted that it would last long, there was little that could survive these conditions.After all his years, all his exploits, and all the adventures that had taken place between these four walls, Yuugi thought that he had never seen the shop enclosed in utter darkness such as this. When he pictured the shop in his mind, it was always flooded with crisp morning light, occasionally the soft hues of the afternoon, but always full and always happy.
He knew his way about the place at a level that was higher than mere intuition, he probably could have stocked the shelves with a blindfold on. This place, more than anywhere else on earth, was his home, his temple, his favorite place in the waking world and the sanctuary he always retreated to in his dreams. If it was possible, Yuugi would have embedded himself in the place, infused his core into those counters, cases, shelves, anything. He had lived in this shop, really lived, more than anywhere else.
All this considered, lurking about in the dark tonight, the place felt wholly foreign to him. As a child—it was safe to say that Yuugi was no longer a child—the shop had taught him, shown him how to reach out and take hold of his own destiny, encouraged him to solve problems, allowed him to make friends. In his most idealistic days, every object and every square centimeter had seemed alive with possibility; so much life had radiated from it that it had often seemed about to burst with the force of it all. Nothing had given Yuugi greater pleasure. Sure, he had had his shinning moments of glory, he had felt the pride of personal achievement, and that was a feeling that was hard to beat. But it was different. In the moments when he solved a problem or defeated a foe, he felt joy because he imagined that nothing could be greater than him. When he was a child, inspecting with wide and wondrous eyes the latest delivery, he had felt the joy that comes from knowing, undoubtedly, that everything was.
That was all gone now. And what was he left with? The dark, and the difficultly.
Yuugi surveyed his dead kingdom. Yes, it was a kingdom, and he had once been its king. His subjects had adored him, and how could they not? However, be it through rebellion, economic disparity, faulty foreign policy, or simply a lost will to govern, the monarchy had failed. There had been a few bursts of anarchy every so often, new kings wanting to ascend to the throne, but none of them had been worthy.
Now, Yuugi wandered among the mementoes of his lost childhood, trying to heed their cries, trying to rule based on the will of the people. But there was nothing. No cries to be heard, no will to be heeded. They had once spoken to him, his loyal subjects, but in the last few months, their voices had faltered almost instantly. Ever since that fateful moment when Yuugi had examined his beloved cards and realized that they no longer spoke to him, he had refused to let the thought enter his mind of what might have happened to those voices. But now, alone, in the gloom, lost, and worried, there was nothing to do but let his darkest thoughts break from their locked chamber and run rampant in the forefront of his mind.
As Yuugi had parted from his Dark, his friend, his other side, he knew that his life would change drastically. After all, having a second soul is something that tends to leave an impact to people. But he had never expected this. When Yami had left the voices had gone with him. Those cards, which he had once been able to guide, that had respected and loved him, that had allowed him to defeat the side of evil over and over again, had turned as lifeless as leaves on a sodden ground. They used to be souls, now they were just paper. Duel Monsters had gone from his chance to save the world to—well, to put it simply, a children's card game. It had terrified Yuugi beyond belief the first time he had tried to play after Yami's departure. There was no longer any passion in the game, no life. It was as if someone had forcibly removed the Heart of the Cards a replaced it with a giant iron stone. Or worse, with nothing at all. All the motivation Yuugi had once felt was nowhere to be found. He used to believe in what he was playing for, now he wasn't sure what he believed at all.
In his subsequent state of despair, Yuugi wondered, what was the point of it all? Was all his talent, all that he had loved, all that given him something to fight for, was it all for the benefit of something, or someone else who had been planning to leave him devoid and comatose once his agenda had been fulfilled? Yuugi did not mind the idea of working for a higher power; on the contrary, it gave him a sense of duty, a feeling of importance in a world where his place could instantly be taken away. What he could not stand was the feeling that his purpose had been unjustly yanked from him without the slightest warning or sense of decency.
Yuugi often thought of Kaiba now. He remembered how he had pitied him, in the way we pity people we know that we cannot change, when he had denied again and again the existence of the Heart of the Cards. Yuugi had thought what a shame it was for someone so young to live in an emotionless world, where everything was one leveled, where everything was guided by the cold and cruel hands of logic and reason with no room left for the spiritual. Yuugi had wanted to help him, but he knew that it wasn't possible. He knew Kaiba would have to find it in himself to rediscover his soul, to see the faults in this atheistic ways and submit to the unconquerable. Now Yuugi thought that it was him who needed curing.
Those cards, those games, had been his life. He had friends of course, and school, and family, those were all constants that weren't likely to change anytime in the near future, but he could not be sure of anything else anymore. His belief in the power of those games and puzzles had contained all the mysteries worth knowing, it had urged him on and on, made him believe that he could actually learn something about the nature of life if he could solve them. But he had been wrong. This whole adventure—and saying 'adventure' is a great understatement, hadn't been about him after all, it had never been about him at all. It had been about him, the other Yuugi, the one who had been the interpreter of the games, the one who really spoke their language. Yuugi had learned so much from him, or at least, he had thought that he had. As soon as Yami's spirit had evaporated from Yuugi's slight body, all his lessons, all his knowledge, had disappeared as quickly as a candle in the wind.
Yuugi had tried to light that candle. It wouldn't light. The wick always refused to burn just as the cards refused to come alive in his once deft hands. The Dark Magician, once his spiritual companion, was now an illustration created by an employee of Pegasus back in the ancient days before Duel Monsters had reentered the world that had been copied by machine onto probably thousands pieces of paper that reached all corners of the world.
The spirit who had once been his God was dead; Yuugi doubted whether he had ever lived at all. There had really been only one man that these games had been made for, and he was on a higher plane now. He had ascended to that intangible universe that Yuugi had once been able to reach back in his blissful days of youth, and now the door he had once walked through with ease was closed, never again to be opened. Slowly, Yuugi had to come with terms that the kingdom he had once had the audacity to preside over had never been his to rule; and the thought was crushing him to the innermost depths of his being.
The fame had been a lie, the attention that everyone had pretended to pour on him when they really should have been cheering for someone else. It had all been a lovely façade, a pleasant dream that he had had to wake from. Hitting the snooze button wouldn't keep the sun from rising.
Looking at his fallen idols, his broken past, Yuugi had the urge to destroy it all. Perhaps is he could efface the building, annihilate the games that taunted him because they knew that he could no longer solve them, maybe if he could take down the backdrop once and for all, he could finally see the stage behind it, and forget the play entirely. Sets and costumes were lousy distractions, pitiful attempts trying to recreate life through second-rate metaphors. It wasn't real. If his cards were really just paper, if their Heart, the most pure thing in existence, could vanish without a trace, nothing was real. Games were poor symbols for life, simply a few pretty ornaments that entertained for a time then tricked people into thinking that there were things worth believing in. Yuugi hated them for the lies they had made him believe. Lies about the spirit, about life, about who he was.
Before Yami's exodus, Yuugi had had a core, a fail-safe if all nothing else should work. Yuugi might have been a little boy with no knowledge of the world's harsh realities, but he had always known that, if need be, he could be in control, he could defeat, and he could win with grace and honor. Now, Yuugi had all the knowledge he would ever need, but his education left him more of a little boy than he had been before. He missed the resonance in his voice, the pride in his stature, the hard look in his eyes that could strike fear in the hearts of the impure. But, that had never been him. Yuugi had been so caught up in the world of games that he had forgotten how to interact with people, he had never learned self-assurance on his own, and now he never would. Yuugi, the Yuugi that he had led himself to believe that he could be, was either gone for good or had never really existed. It was all as big a lie as those cards. Yuugi's life was essentially annihilated, so why not destroy that life's creator? It seemed to fit, that everything be gone that had ever deceived him.
He stared in a state of hypnosis at his old favorites. All these cards, the possession of which people had lost their lives and changed the course of humanity for, all looked about as vivacious as fish at a market. It could not have possibly been worth it. Your soul…for some pieces of paper that were adorned with pretty drawings? What kind of world was it where that logic made any kind of sense? Yuugi knew exactly what world that was, a world he had once loved, a world of fools who played games that intimated life because they couldn't stand the pressures of actually living.
Yuugi thought of Kaiba again. That was a factor they had always had in common. The desire to win at card games because they both knew that they could never handle existing on anyone else's terms. So they escaped. But there was no evading now, Yuugi could only stand as tall as he could (quite a remarkable feat) and face what he had so long failed him. And that was why he could not tear that shop to the ground. It was painful to sell those cards to the bright-eyed children that visited the shop on weekends, knowing that he was selling them something that was just about as real as the Easter Bunny. For their money he gave them something that made them feel special, like they could change the world with just as much grace as their hero. And there was something in Yuugi that just could not take that away. He realized now the truth behind the fables, and he couldn't bear to enforce that feeling of isolation on anyone else. Let them believe, if it was all they had.
Yet, the problem remained. Yuugi wanted to feel the warmth of the games again, wanted again to feel that he belonged to something real, he wanted to think, if only for a moment, that he was fighting for something worth defending again. And he wanted to be a winner in his own right. He wanted a victory that no one could ever credit to someone else.
He examined his options. Nothing would do. All these games were lifeless, pointless, empty. Checkers, cards, board games, what would a victory in those fields prove? Nothing. Yuugi wanted something real, and he would not be at rest until he found something that made sense. Yuugi was sick of symbols; he wanted something that was unambiguous, where there was no question of interpretation. He wanted something powerful enough that it could unflinchingly face life's evils full in the face. He wanted something that brimmed with life in the way that was so familiar and yet so far away.
Yuugi tore through the shop. He knew the layout by heart, but everywhere he turned all he found were evasions and clever little lies. There had to be something, a game that transcended all levels of reality, whose meaning was as clear as day and didn't attempt to hide the truth behind layers of subtext.
This struggle took a lot out of him, and Yuugi flung himself dejectedly into the desk at the back of the shop where the cash register was. He buried his face in his hands, and would have pounded his fists against the table if he didn't fear making noise this late at night. Yuugi was supposed to be the king of games; that was what they called him. His title was gone, leaving only Yuugi, a fearful little boy trying to learn to be a man who was afraid of waking his grandfather. What kind of king was that? Yuugi raised his head, examining his reflection in the glass surface of the desk. Through the image of his face, he could see the ground below, for the first time life looked as flat and transparent as it felt. He stared into that face for he could not tell how long. He looked for messages in the glass. There were none. He prayed for help; none came. He hoped against hope for a sign, there was nothing. Just a big empty universe staring him the face that would never look away.
Maybe it was fate, maybe luck, maybe there were some forces at work that Yuugi could never comprehend, but something compelled him to look in the bottom drawer. He had never opened it before, never had reason to. But something told him the game he needed was in the bottom drawer. He pulled it open, not without difficulty, the metal stalled and grinded the way things do when they protect things that aren't meant to be seen. However, Yuugi was determined, and he flung open the doors to his destiny.
The newfound chamber contained one item: a shiny, solid, revolver. His grandfather had probably put it there after the Blues Eyes White Dragon incident in case Kaiba ever tried to show his face inside again. Yuugi had seen guns before, but never touched one, never heard one in action, never smelled the odor of one that has just been fired singeing the inside of his nose. And his curiosity overtook him. He reached down with a slow and heavy hand and retrieved his prize. It was heavy, and felt just as solid as it looked. There were no illusions here, only the truth, plain and simple. After all, there is really only one thing that a gun is good for.
He raised the weapon in the shadow, carefully examining its contours. This was what we wanted. He could win with this thing. But what games were there to play…with a gun? Yuugi had enjoyed the logic of games, the strategy, the imagination and creativity. Guns seem to be rather lacking in those arenas, but Yuugi was nothing if not industrious. With a little thought, he could remember one game, a game he would never have considered playing if he were not very, very desperate.
The rules of the game of Russian Roulette are almost disturbingly simple. Using a revolver, all but one of the chambers is emptied of its bullet. Players take turns spinning the barrel, pointing the device at their head, and pulling the trigger. Sometimes they play for money, sometimes to show that they are not afraid of death. Sometimes they play 'til only one man is left standing, surrounded by the carnage of his former opponents. To Yuugi, the idea was sickening and terrifying. This was clearly a game with no lies, no excuses, and no false pretense. If he could win at this game, he could face what he had feared for so long. He emptied the chambers, leaving only one filled. He had the bravery, he had the strength, but he didn't have a partner. Well, he could change that. Looking himself unfalteringly in the eye through the glass, he tried to imitate the fearless, cool look of his other.
'I guess we'll take turns,' he instructed.
'I guess so,' he replied.
'I'll go first,' Yuugi stated matter-of-factly. He didn't want his other half to think that he was weak. He boldly spun the barrel, trying to make the act look careless. He pulled the trigger, nothing. He considered it a personal failing that he was instantly overcome with relief. But no matter what, he had to stay calm, he had to win. Yuugi tried to hide a grimace of disgust as his other plucked up the gun. Where Yuugi was faking, this man handled the instrument with ease, gently pulled the trigger, and seemed completely unfazed when nothing happened. His confidence revolted him, how could he be so fearless in the face of death?
Yuugi retrieved the gun. He couldn't be shown up, in this crazy game of his devices. He might not be able to win at life, he might not even medal in it, but games had always been his forte. His. Not a spirit's who dropped in one day from an ancient Egyptian puzzle and then left without little more than a second thought. No matter what, Yuugi could not be defeated, he refused to accept it. As his had wavered, the gun pointing towards his mountain of hair, he tried to collect himself, but to no avail.
'Who are you kidding, Yuugi? You think this will really help you? This is so like you really, just like how you solved that puzzle because you were incapable of handling the puzzles of real life. You hid. And look at you, you're hopeless. Your first glimpse of adult life and what do you do, point a gun to your head. Yeah, that's real mature. Maybe tomorrow you can run blindly through the freeway and see what you learn from that. You were always such a fool.'
'No, that's not true! This is evidence, isn't it? Evidence of daring, courage! It's not hiding. Everyone is afraid of death, right? This is a chance to conquer death…' To win. Yuugi wanted to win this game more than anything. He spun the barrel again, with fury. He pulled the trigger with rage. The spirit regarded him dryly.
'Congratulations, Yuugi. You won. And now, what did you learn from that?'
A funny thing about the game of Russian Roulette: The 'winner' is the man who takes the bullet. It is supposed to be a lovely dose of irony, that the victor never has the chance to savor the defeat of his partner. It was supposed to be a comment on the kind of people who play the game. The prize is to stop living, to escape from the horror that is being. To put it simply, it is a game for the suicidal, but for the folks who still want to go out in style. A desperate game for desperate people, and not the kind of game that Solomon would have chosen to put on full display in those bright and happy display cases.
A/N: So, umm, hopefully that didn't disturb too many people? I don't know, I kind of disturbed myself writing it, I'm really not a morbid person. But also, hopefully you liked it, maybe even a little? Any comment/criticism/questions/whatever else you've got would be greatly appreciated if you're ready and willing to share 'em. And if I get no feedback I'll just figure that I went off the charts on the emo scale and know that I should tone it down for next time.And by the way, has anyone ever read the part of the Amber Spyglass when Lyra discovers that she can't read the aleithiometer anymore? I imagine that's how Yuugi feels when his cards stop 'talking' to him.
Woah, chapter, is the revolver loaded with its single bullet already? I don't know if I'm ready for this. Can I at least recover from the deadly game we had in the last one? Can't we have a friendly game of checkers or, I don't know, a cool computer game? Soma, maybe? It doesn't have to be a shadow game, either, because that game is already creepy as fuck. No?Well, let's do this, then.
The very first panel does a better job of insensitively summing up the last chapter than I ever could. Bravo!
Jonouchi asks Yuugi if he's okay since his beating, and Yuugi responds that he actually feels great since Jonouchi got the puzzle back. Your wincing tells a different story, Yuugi. They're being chummy and smiley as a black car pulls up to them from behind. Out from the car steps a mysterious someone, who looks a bit like a bellhop. He asks if he was correct in identifying Yuugi and a friend, and says he's received orders from Seto-sama to come pick them up.
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Oh, yeah, that's Kaiba's first name. Forgot that for a moment. Yuugi recognized it, though, looking confused. Jonouchi just looks surly. They go ahead and get in the strange car, like morons. Yuugi, do you remember when the Baby Kaiba forced you to play a game of Capsule Monsters at gunpoint? If that were me, I wouldn't be going anywhere at the behest of ANYONE close to him, even a maid.
Jonouchi wonders why Kaiba would ask to see them, and Yuugi says he hasn't seen Kaiba at school in a while. The bellhop driver, who has apparently been eavesdropping too, claims that Kaiba's been really busy lately working on important things, because he's the president of Kaiba Corporation. Jonouchi is shocked by this information, because Kaiba Corp is a big entertainment company, and Kaiba's just in high school.
I suppose that explains that wad of cash Younger Kaiba dropped for Old Man Dentures a couple of chapters ago, doesn't it?
Somehow, Yuugi hasn't heard of Kaiba Corp, and Jonouchi explains that Kaiba Corp makes games. Yuugi wasn't aware that there was so much pride at stake when he played against Kaiba before. I wasn't aware that Yuugi was aware it even HAPPENED. Wasn't it Yami that played? Were you awake for that encounter, unlike the others? Uh-oh, this is sounding like a pretty big continuity error...
Oh no, the little bastard was actually sitting in the car with you the whole time! Quick, do a Charlie's Angel roll out the side of the vehicle! Tuck in your limbs! Do it now!Younger Kaiba chuckles about how it's been a while since they had fun the other day. Well, has it been a while, or did you just see each other the other day? Sheesh, killer babies and their warped sense of time... Yuugi is shocked that Younger Kaiba is in grade school and the vice president of a company at the same time. Seriously, Yuugi, where are your priorities? JUMP OUT OF THAT CAR!!
Younger Kaiba gives his first name as well, Mokuba, in a decidedly James Bondish way. I finally get to refer to him by something other than his age. Yuugi is nervous, thinking that he has a bad feeling that neither brother is a fan of his. What gave it away? The smack with the briefcase? The kidnapping and attempted maiming? Take your pick.
Mokuba tells Yuugi not to look so glum, because he and Jonouchi are special guests. His brother's big project is all done and tomorrow is the grand opening. Jonouchi repeats the phrase as a question, but it's ignored at first. Mokuba tells them that Seto Kaiba is so generous and kind that he's invited the two of them to the opening eve party. When Yuugi asks what kind of thing is opening, Mokuba avoids answering by telling him that it's a surprise, and he wouldn't want to ruin it. He keeps his thoughts about how it's Kaiba's revenge project 'Death-T' to himself.
Mokuba saunters into the mansion, inviting Yuugi and Jonouchi to follow. They both gaze open-mouthed at the entrance hall, comparing it to a castle. Two rows of suited men are lined up at the foot of a staircase, behind a short old man in tinted glasses, waiting to greet Mokuba. Mokuba brags that they're all servants.
The old man addresses Yuugi, telling him that he's been ordered to attend to his every whim. Mokuba asks where his brother is, and is told that Seto went to take a nap. This does not please the killer baby, who moans that it's a special night and they have guests. The old man explains that Seto has been working for a few days straight without rest and he kind of needs it right now.
Mokuba turns to Yuugi and tells him the bad news, as though he couldn't just hear it with his own ears. Maybe the old dude was whispering? Mokuba says that they'll only have him to party with tonight, which sounds like the worst thing in the world just based on the fact that Mokuba is a tiny baby child. The old man offers to prepare their dinner, and Jonouchi says his stomach is ready. Mokuba asks why Jonouchi didn't say he was hungry earlier - aside from the fact that they just arrived? - and says that they're about to be served the best food in the world. Jonouchi's schtick today appears to be repeating the last words he hears, because he turns to Yuugi to tell him the good news about the best food in the world. Yuugi is stoked, dazzled by how accurate their comparison to being in a palace was earlier.
Mokuba tells the old head of staff to prepare their appetizers, and said old guy shuffles off to fulfill the order with a strangely sinister grin. Mokuba has a similar expression as he listens to Yuugi and Jonouchi enthuse about food, muttering that he can't wait either. He's actually more excited about how he's planning on getting his revenge for his previous defeat tonight.
Jonouchi is unimpressed, because the pitch was for amazing eats, not little kiddie meals. He's pissed. At first, Mokuba encourages them to eat as much as they want, but he says that would be boring. He invites them to play a game with him. Yuugi and Jonouchi look apprehensive as Mokuba directs their attention to the lazy susan that is set in the middle of the table, claiming they're usually in Chinese restaurants.
I don't believe you, Lying Murder Child!! Of course, I have an advantageous narrative view directly into your thoughts.
Jonouchi does not have this narrative view into Mokuba's head, so he's eager to get his eat on. Mokuba tells him to spin the lazy susan first, and Jonouchi does so only to have the kiddie meal land in front of him. Well, that's a disappointment. Mokuba says his rules state that Jonouchi has to eat the whole meal, or he's out. Besides, maybe this meal is the one that has the prize.
Jonouchi picks up his fork and digs in, commenting that the meal is better than he thought it would be while Mokuba watches him eat with an evil grin. After a bite or two, Jonouchi grunts in pain and doubles over, clutching at his throat. Yuugi asks Jonouchi what's wrong, but he has a suspicion that he's not quite willing to admit. Jonouchi continues to make noises without speaking, and Yuugi calls out his name in desperation.
You are both too naive for your own good.
Mokuba laughs maniacally as he announces that Jonouchi has won the prize. Yuugi stutters out a 'what?' in disbelief as Jonouchi shudders and groans. Mokuba admits he poisoned the meal, because he's The Good Son or something, and also they're playing 'Deadly Food Russian Roulette.' The poison is set to kill Jonouchi in approximately half an hour.
Yuugi is shocked that the game they're playing is really some form of Russian Roulette. I'm shocked that since Mokuba apparently has access to guns, he's not making them play ACTUAL Russian Roulette. Mokuba holds up a vial with liquid inside, saying that if Yuugi wants to help Jonouchi, he'll win Mokuba's sick game. Yuugi grits his teeth as Mokuba silently urges him to change, eager to beat the other Yuugi.
Oh, there he is! Why do I feel like Yami is eventually going to eat his words here?
Anyway, Mokuba gestures to the lazy susan, on which he points out that there are five meals left, and one of them is poisoned. It's Yuugi's turn, so he'd better spin the roulette wheel. After a moment of glaring at Mokuba, Yami spins the lazy susan, and it lands on the spaghetti meal. Mokuba encourages him to eat with scary enthusiasm, and Yami complies, awkwardly stuffing pasta in his mouth as he glares at it.
Mokuba shouts that Yami is safe because there was no poison in the spaghetti. He tells Yami that since he didn't die from poison, he should feel the joy of living and the food should taste better. So THAT'S what he meant by the 'best food in the world' comment. All Yami is thinking about, though, is that he needs to hurry for Jonouchi's sake. Mokuba says that it's his turn as he's fingering a fancy little bottle next to him. He spins the lazy susan and it stops on his favorite dish, the chocolate parfait. He shovels the sweet concoction into his mouth with satisfaction while Yami notes that he doesn't seem at all concerned. Yami wonders if there's some trick hiding up Mokuba's sleeve.
Obvi. Aside from the fact that he knows which meals are poisoned, and which are not, you remembered how he rigged the capsule dispenser machine the last time you were playing together, right? Or did you forget?
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Yami recalls that Mokuba touched the bottle before spinning the table, and asks Mokuba what's inside.Who says that? Who actually says that? No one, that's who!
Mokuba reminds Yami that it's his turn, relieved by Yami's lack of further inquiry. Mokuba thinks Yami might have almost figured out that the bottle is actually a switch that he uses to control where the lazy susan stops. Mokuba knows that he'll use this switch to put the poisoned hamburger right in front of Yami on this next turn.
Yami suggests that on the next spin, they both eat whatever's in front of them. Assuming, of course, that you don't get the pizza, which has no meal opposite anymore, since Jonouchi already ate that one, right Yami? There's also the possibility of Yami landing on no meal at all himself... Or, we could assume that if Mokuba agrees to this, he KNOWS that no one is going to get the pizza or an empty space. Otherwise we would have to believe that everyone just forgot the pizza existed, and we all know that's impossible! Hahahahahaaaa...
Mokuba says Yami's plan sounds just fine, so Yami spins the lazy susan. Mokuba notes how hard Yami spins it and laughs in his head about how much of an idiot he is because no matter what, that hamburger will be landing in front of him. His switch will make sure of that. Until, of course, Mokuba hears a heart-stopping shatter.
Whoops. Was that the lazy susan going off the track? No, it appears to still be spinning smoothly, and flinging food everywhere, I'm sure. Mokuba is wondering how the switch could have been destroyed just like I am, as Yami thinks that there will be no more tricks, just luck. The burger stops cleanly in front of Mokuba, who is still flabbergasted by the destruction of his precious switch. How was it done?
HOW did you not see it, Mokuba? You were looking at Yami the WHOLE time. You should not have been able to miss him taking the thing off his neck and tying it to the peg like that. Why does this thing have pegs anyway? Plot convenience?
Yami declares that he's finished eating, so his meal must not have been poisoned. He either eats like it's a race, or Mokuba has been staring at the puzzle for longer than necessary. Mokuba gets all sweaty again as Yami asks him why he hasn't touched his meal. Mokuba clenches his fists and mutters curses, but concedes to the rules of his own game by shoving the burger into his face. He collapses backwards in his chair, gagging, and in the next panel Yami has the antidote for Jonouchi in his hand, triumphant.
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He wonders what the elder Kaiba could possibly have planned on the morrow. Who cares? You should get yourself out of that mansion before he has a chance to subject you to it.So, what did I think of this chapter overall? I'm not a fan, because it's filler. We didn't get much that was new as far as the development of plot or characters goes. Mokuba got murderous as opposed to just maim-y, and other than that, there was even less to read about his character than last time. Yuugi and Jonouchi didn't have anything going for them that they didn't have before. Yami did his gaming thing.
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The game this time around annoyed me. The spinning of the lazy susan would have just sent all the food flying, and how Yami won was impossible for Mokuba to not see. I legitimately have no idea how Takahashi's grasp on physics can be so flawed that he wouldn't see the obvious issues with this.
The only thing I really liked about it was the fact that the escalation here made sense, in a way. Last time Mokuba showed up, I mentioned that he was probably trying to get victory over his brother by beating the guy who beat him, which is a motivation that can be read into his actions here, too. Mokuba is attempting to head Seto off at the pass by getting to his enemy before he can. It kind of makes me wonder how the meal might have been different had Seto been awake and present. Would he have participated in this game Mokuba devised? Would he have spectated? Would it have happened at all?