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// Beginnings 
// Story: My Little Yugi: Pinkie Is Magic 
// by distortedtruth92 
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Chapter 6
Pinkie wakes up fully refreshed and ready to take on the day. She looks over at her bedside table where a clock reads 9:37 A.M. She rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
When she gets out, she is fully awake. As she is pulling her shirt on, a plain white tee shirt, a knock comes at the door. She walks over to it and pulls it open.
Joey is standing there, fist raised to knock again. He looks down and notices that Pinkie is just in a shirt and pink panties. His cheeks instantly turn the color of tomatoes. Pinkie, however, is unabashed.
“Hey Joey, what’s up?”
Joey makes a point of looking anywhere but at Pinkie Pie. “I was, uh, just wondering if, uh, you wanted to, uh, come to breakfast with me.”
“Of course I will, silly.” She looks down, only now realizing her state of undress. She blushes furiously. “Uh, maybe I should but on some pants first.”
“Maybe,” Joey replies, sporting a nosebleed.
Pinkie pulls on her now trademark daisy dukes then walks out of her room, walking along side Joey to the dining area.
The dining hall is still a bit of a mess from the impromptu concert last night, but Pinkie and Joey find a clear table and sit down. Shortly after, a waiter appears.
“What can I get for ze two of you?” The waiter asks in a thick French accent.
Pinkie looks up. “Oh, hello again.”
The waiter looks at Pinkie, and, realizing who it is, his face falls. “Oh, eet eez you.”
“Yep, and, uh, I’ll have whatever Joey is having. I’ll try to eat more meat.”
“Very well, meess.” He turns to look at Joey, taking on a kinder expression. “What would you like, sir?”
“I’ll have two flapjacks with bacon.” He hands his menu to the waiter. The waiter walks off.
“So, Pinkie, any idea who are you gonna try to battle first?”
“I think I might try to battle that Weevil guy first. He was such a meanie.”
“Are you sure? He’s a pretty strong duelist.”
“Hey, if I can hang with you, I can definitely hold my own against Weevil.	I’ll beat him easily.” She finishes with a confident grin.
Joey does not look nearly as confident, “If you say so.”
Pinkie decides to change the subject. “Uh, Joey, about this morning. I’m really sorry. It’s just that I’m still not that used to putting on clothes, usually being a pony and all. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
He reaches over and grabs her hand. “It’s OK, Pinkie, don’t feel bad. It happens to the best of us.”
Just then, Yugi and Tea walk up to the table.
“Good morning, guys,” Yugi says brightly as he sits down at the table, Tea next to him. “Have you ordered yet?”
As if in response to his question, the waiter arrives with Joey’s and Pinkie’s food.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
The group then falls into a comfortable conversation. After about ten minutes Tristan and Duke show up. When it is almost time to dock, the group moves up to the deck to go ashore.
They slowly make their way up the thousands of steps up to Pegasus’ castle and wait for him to address the crowd.
After a minute or so, the hair guy steps on to the balcony. “Attention duelists,” he calls down. “I give you Mister Maximillian Pegasus!”
Pegasus walk out onto the balcony in his red suit, his hair still covering his left eye, even though he no longer possesses the Millenium Eye.
“Greetings all,” he says as he spreads his arms wide. “Welcome to Duelist Kingdom Version 2. I am happy to see all of you here, ready to vie for the title of King of Games. The current holder of the title, Mister Yugi Moto, is here among you.” He pauses so everyone can find Yugi and see him. “He is participating, but if you beat him before the finals, that does not make you King. You must win the whole thing. Once again, if you win, you get to face me, the creator of duel monsters. The tournament will begin in thirty minutes. You will be using duel discs courtesy of my friend Seto Kaiba. A cannon will sound to signify the start. Good luck everyone. I must go now to enjoy some gorgonzola cheese and the world’s finest wine.” He walks back into the castle to leave everyone to their own devices.
As the thirty minutes pass, Pinkie begins her search for Weevil. After finding him, she tails him until the cannon sounds. When it does she calls out to him.
“Weevil, I challenge you.”
He looks around the forest he led them into and smiles, “Very well, let us begin.”
Pinkie starts feeling herself change. Her hair goes flat and dulls to a dark pink. Her eyes become harder and change to a navy color. Her smile drops and is replaced by a twisted grin.
	Pinkamena, what are you doing? Pinkie asks her alternate self. 
I’m helping you, dear Pinkie.
I don’t need help. We’ve discussed this before. You are to stay repressed.
Damn it, Pinkie. I’ve seen you. Hell, I am you. You don’t have the proper aggression to win at this game. I am going to help you with that.
Pinkie Pie sighs internally, Very well. However, I am keeping you on a short leash.
Wonderful.
Pinkamena looks up at Weevil and says, in a slightly deeper, raspier voice, “It’s time to duel.” Her grin spreads to a wide, wicked smile.