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// Confrontation 
// Story: My Little Yugi: Pinkie Is Magic 
// by distortedtruth92 
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Chapter 4
The six friends stood on the deck waiting to board the ship. As luck, or rather, as Pegasus, would have it, their trip to Duelist Kingdom coincided with a new tournament that Pegasus was holding. Yugi, Joey and Pinkie were all supposed to participate in said tournament. This time however, the rules were much more lax and friends were actually allowed to accompany the duelists.
Pinkie wore her now characteristic pink tank top and short jean shorts, bringing many glances from the male duelists. Over her shoulder she wore a satchel that held her deck that Grandpa had helped her build. She had a smile on her face, eagerly awaiting the making of new friends.
“Hehe, move aside butt munch,” they heard a nasally voice say from behind them.
“Oh, God, no,” Joey says as he turns around. He comes face to face with Weevil Underwood.
“Ah, Yugi,” Weevil says as he approaches the group. “Are you ready to be defeated by me?”
“Ooh, who are you?” Pinkie asks in her usual jovial tone.
Weevil looks at her wistfully, “Well, aren’t you the one to give Mai Valentine a run for her money. I am Weevil Underwood, bug duelist extraordinaire. And who, my sweet, are you?”
“My name is Pinkie Pie. So you duel with bugs. Well, I’m new to this game and all, but it seems to me that they won’t stand a chance against my dragons. Oh, and green hair, too. Rarity would have a fit.”
Weevil quickly recovers from this setback. “So, you’re Pinkie Pie, huh? Everyone’s been talking about you. About how you just mysteriously appeared at the end of a duel. Some people are even saying that you aren’t even human.”
“Well, technically, I’m not. I’m a pony.”
“What I meant was, they say that you aren’t even real.”
Pinkie starts to cry, her hair going flat. “Why would they say that? I’m real. I know I am.
Joey step in between Weevil and Pinkie and punches the former square on the nose. “You get away from her right now, you idiot, or I’ll have to beat your ass again. “Don’t want to be embarrassed again, do you?”
Clutching his bleeding nose, Weevil turns tail and runs to the back of the queue.
Joey rushes up and wraps Pinkie in a hug, “Don’t worry about him, Pinkie. He’s just a big jerk. Tell ya what, I’ll let you be the one to beat him in the tournament. How’s that sound?”
Pinkie cries harder into Joey’s shoulder and answers as if she didn’t hear him speak. “I miss them Joey. I miss all my friends back home. We were just having a party, and I just get whisked here out of the blue and am made to fight a terrifying dragon. I want to go home, Joey.”
“I wish I could help but-.”
He is cut off by a condescending female voice. “Well, what do we have here? Joey, I’m shocked. I thought we had something.”
Joey looks up at the form of Mai Valentine. “Mai, it’s not like that. I’m helping Pinkie, here. She just met Weevil.”
“Oh,” she replies, understanding dawning on her face. She walks up to Pinkie and puts a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about that slug, Pinkie. he’s a jerk to everyone. Just show him who’s the better duelist at the tournament.”
Pinkie’s hair gains a little bit of its former curl at hearing Mai refer to Weevil as a slug. “Thanks, Mai.” She sniffles one last time, her hair returning to normal. “I’m Pinkie Pie, nice to meet you.” She extends her hand to shake.
Mai takes it. “I know who you are, darling. Everyone does. You are quite the mystery, though. I, however, would like to be your friend. We girls have to stick together, after all.”
Pinkie breaks the hand shake and gives Mai a hug. “Thank you so much, Mai, I love making new friends.” There is no trace left of the sadness that was there before.
The group reaches the ship, where they are greeted by the hair guy.
“Attention duelists, please present your dueling gauntlets and the tickets of any friends.” They each show their gloves and tickets in turn. “Attention duelists, you may proceed.”
The group thanks him, and they take their first step on to the ship.