Chapter 223 - My SI Stash #23 - State of the Meta by Yung Warrior (Yu-Gi-OhGX) (1/2)

-Recommended by DesertChocolate himself (author of Dial), I was dubious going in on this, really not thinking a YuGiOh ff could be good but I was impressed. I finished it after 3 weeks(mind you I was quite busy even with the confinement going on), this story also got more easter eggs than a MCU film! (✧ω✧)

Sypnosis: A self-insert in which a competitive player from 2016 finds himself warped into the world of GX. Between adjusting his deck to make up for the inverted power creep, making grades, and saving the world, there's much to do, but all good players know how to adapt to their circ_u_mstances. SI-OC, 1st Person POV

Rated: T

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Chapter 1: Can Somebody Get Me A Banlist?!

I've never been a huge fan of self-insert fanfiction. I always looked at them as shamelessly self-indulgent wish fulfillment fantasies, and rather disliked the idea of a random joe who has foreknowledge of the plot waltzing into the story and fixing up everything. After all, what is a story without its dramas and pitfalls? What is so appealing about a hero who casually patches up all points of conflict in the story while perhaps picking up a harem or two along the way? Not much of a story at all, I thought.

Of course, I didn't exactly think that way now.

Waking up in the body of a fifteen-year old boy with the consciousness and knowledge of an a_d_u_l_t was mind-boggling enough. Being called ”son” by parents who were not by own was surreal, to say the least. Thank god I don't have to call them by their names, or else I would probably be penning this from the inside of a mental asylum.

A million questions zipped through my head as I woke up in a completely unfamiliar bedroom in a completely unfamiliar body. As soon as my eyes opened, I zipped about the room, taking in the trappings of this boy's life. He seemed to be a big fan of sports, ice hockey in particular. ”At least we have that in common.” I mentally sighed with relief.

Slowly, it dawned on me that I was not in the same universe that I came from. I peered through the boy's-my-desk drawers and found a collection of magazines, many of them price catalogs for the latest Yugioh cards. At first, I simply thought that the boy must be a big fan of the franchise.

Then, I looked towards the relatively ancient PC sitting on the desktop. Booting it up, I noticed the unusually long loading times the computer had, and immediately knew that the era I was in did not quite possess the same technological prowess that existed in 2016 of my world.

Sure enough, the computer listed the date and time as being October 4, 2004.

Before I complained, I reasoned that things could have been much worse. For one thing, I could have been reincarnated in prehistoric times, where there was no technology or modern luxuries available to me at all. I could have been born into slavery. I could've been born into a warzone- everything seemed peaceful so far. Not having smartphones and social media was hardly something to w_h_i_n_e about in comparison.

Immediately, I opened up the boy's internet browser (I didn't recognize the name of the browser- it certainly wasn't one that existed in my world) and thanked my lucky stars that a search engine appeared. I hastily searched for current events under the news toolbar.

”KAIBALAND HOLDS 10TH ANNIVERSARY PARTY”

My jaw dropped when I saw this headline on the screen. This is Yugioh, baby. Specifically, I recalled with embarrassing swiftness, this is ten years after the events of the original series, which means that this is the time period of Yugioh GX.

And what do you know, I'm just the right age to begin my first year at Duel Academy. Surely this boy was a duelist, every single man, woman, and child in this silly franchise knows how to play this card game. Frantically, I looked about the room for a deck of cards. At the bottom of the closet, I found a sleeved deck neatly slot into a KaibaCorp regulation duel disk. ”Thank god this kid knows to put his cards in sleeves. This way, we can sell at near-mint later!” I rejoiced outwardly, speaking aloud for the first time in this new body. My voice had a distinct west-coast inflection, and thankfully wasn't too high-pitched. Hell, maybe self-inserts weren't all that bad bad after all.

I thumbed through the cards, only to yet again pause in shock. If that kept happening, I was never going to get anything done. I was worried that I would have to learn the ins and outs of a new deck, but that was the least of my concerns.

The deck was filled with cards from 2016. Specifically, they were the new Melodious Diva Support, including those new fusion monsters of theirs. These cards hadn't even been printed in the TCG as of October 2016, yet here I held them in my hands. In fact, now that I think about, this was the very last deck I played on YGOPRO before I was warped into whatever crazy situation this was.

Coincidence? I think not. Although part of me cringed at the thought of playing cards based off of idol singers, they would undoubtedly be extremely powerful in this time period.

Unfortunately, these cards would have to be shelved for the time being. As much as I would enjoy OTK-ing every opponent that crossed my path, there's no way I could possibly use this deck without being accused of using counterfeit cards. Although such a claim would be categorically untrue, I would be guilty of using cards no one else had. Perhaps I could claim to be Maximillion Pegasus' adopted son, and these cards to be a birthday gift from him to me.

Actually, that would be ridiculous. For the time being, I would have to use some older cards. Digging through the boy's closet, I found a shoebox full of cards, and these were all congruent with the time period. He seemed to be a bit of a collector, having a few cards that I know for a fact would be quite rare around this time period. I grinned widely when I found a copy of Black L_u_s_ter Soldier-Envoy of the Beginning. My smile faltered when I realized just how necessary a banlist for this time would be. I knew that Raigeki would most likely be banned, so I left it out of the build.

After about thirty minutes, I had successfully built a deck based around the infamous goat control format of April 2005. Oh, perhaps it wasn't nearly as flashy as Jaden Yuki's Elemental Heroes or as devastating as Zane Truesdale's Cyber Dragons, but I imagine their monsters get destroyed by Mirror Force just like everything else in this time.

With a sense of wistfulness, I placed the Melodious Diva deck inside of a black deck box before throwing it into a backpack. Looking up, I glanced at the clock. 7:33 AM. In times like these, I appreciated being a morning person. I could use a cup of coffee all the same though.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp rapping on my wooden doorframe. ”Jamie, get out of bed! You'll want some breakfast before your duel examination. Shower up and come down!” A caring, yet somewhat nagging voice intoned from outside.

”Ah yes, the kid's mother. So, my name's Jamie, huh? Hopefully my last name isn't Lannister.” I wondered if the Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire books were even a thing in this universe. If not, then I stood to make some serious coin. Come to think about it, is Kazuki Takahashi a person in this world? If so, has he written the Yugioh manga yet? Will he ever? Questions for later.

”Sure thing!” I said quickly before rising, hoping that my voice didn't sound different to her ears. I waited until I could hear her footsteps descending the stairs before I tentatively stepped out into the hallway. Luckily, the bathroom door was the only one in the hall that was open, so I didn't have to play an impromptu game of The Price Is Right to find the toilet.

Stepping inside the bathroom, I finally got a good look at this new body in the mirror. ”Why, I'm starting to sound like Captain Ginyu.” I chuckled.

My body was in decent shape, thankfully. I remembered being distinctly overweight at 15, as it was the year before I started lifting and playing varsity football at my high school. This kid was a little on the thin side, but that would rectified soon enough. I only hope Duel Academy has a decent gym. I was shorter than I would like to be, only coming in at five foot seven. Nothing can be done about that, though. My hair was a pleasant brown shade, with a certain messiness to it which I liked. I never enjoyed styling hair. My skin was tan and my eyes were a piercing, bright green.

”Man, this is going great so far. Then again, I suppose nothing has really happened yet. Man, I should really look into what books have or haven't been written yet. If I can get that Harry Potter money, then I will.” I thought aloud as I quickly showered. There was distinct fire in my belly, a drive to go out and do things as if I were running out of time. It was a feeling I hoped wouldn't go away soon.

Despite this being my second go round at life, everything seemed so new and wondrous. The hot shower water felt incredibly good on my skin, the sunshine from the window seeming so fresh and clean. At the same time, mind was in complete disarray, desperate to find something familiar to cling to. To keep myself from going insane, I focused only on the present moment, at the current sensations I was feeling. As I settled down, I felt more comfortable diverting my thoughts towards the future.

I was going to Duel Academy. Basically, all I had to do to secure myself a decent career in this crazy world was to play a children's card game well. I was going to meet characters I had once thought as being strictly fictional. There really was a sense of childish amazement at the prospects laid b_a_r_e before me. As I toweled myself off, I felt a wild grin creep its way on my face, and I felt my panic and worry melt away, replaced by an infectious confidence.

After throwing on a light blue hoodie and some grey sweatpants, I leapt down the stairs, briefly taking in the details of the house as I did so. It seemed to be a comfortable middle-class dwelling, and once again I reflected on how lucky I was. It was only by the whim of whatever force sent me here that I wasn't dealing drugs in the streets or worse, locked up in jail. Perhaps there was a reason for all this, but I hardly cared to think about who or what brought me here. Whatever brought me here did not see fit to tell me the ”why”, much less the ”how”. But that's life, isn't it? We are never told why we are created, what our purpose is for being. We create that reason ourselves. We form bonds with others, and protecting those bonds becomes a purpose for some. Others fight ultimately pointless battles in the name of their religion or political ideology. The humblest, as well as the most proud, choose to master a craft or skill. Creating is what brings them contentment. But many stay adrift and never ascertain a reason for being. They exist, work for the benefit of greater people, and die. Such a fate should be intolerable, and yet many settled for it all the same. I would create my own reason for being here, if I must.

Bounding into the kitchen, I got my first good look at my ”parents”. No matter what happened, I would never hold as much affection for these people as I would my original parents, but that's not their fault.

”Hi, you guys.” I waved casually. My father smiled back at me, clapping a hand on my shoulder. He had the frame of a former athlete gone to seed- huge powerful muscles wrapped under copious layers of fat. He had salt-and-pepper hair and beard, with tasteful glasses framing crinkled gray eyes. He wore a three-piece suit, clearly about to head to work.

”Jamie! Good to see you fresh-faced, my boy!” He exclaimed boisterously. ”Make me proud today at your examination. I've always dreamed of seeing my only son dueling in Obelisk Blue, and I'm sure you have as well.”

”No doubt.” I answered smoothly. From that short exchange, I could roughly discern the relationship here; he had high expectations of his son while also internally pining for his own glory days.

Nodding at him, I turned over to look upon my ”mother”, who was currently cooking an omelet in a skillet. I was about to greet her, but I found my words stuck in my throat as she looked up.

I found myself in a bit of a Marty McFly situation, to say the least. She was an attractive lady, with a heart-shaped face, a slim frame, and the same green eyes and straight brown hair I had. Luckily, such a thing was only a brief distraction. I had no intention on making anything weird.

”Morning, honey! Are you ready for your big day?!” She cooed, a slight contrast from her demanding tone earlier.

”Honestly, don't talk to the boy like that, he's nearly a man, about to set off on his first great adventure in life!” My not-father intervened rather entertainingly on my behalf. From there, the two spouses launched into some trivial discussion, which I hardly paid attention to.

I had no interest in establishing any real relationship with them yet. That would have to happen over the winter break, if not the summer break. For today, I could coast off of Jamie's previous interactions with his parents, most of which seemed to be positive.

My excitement was such that I could barely manage to eat the delicious breakfast my strangely attractive ”mom” placed in front of me. I still couldn't get over how unreal all of this was.

I looked across the kitchen to the connected living room, taking in the various pictures and decorations that adorned the walls. I seemed to be an only child. My parents spoiled me with vacations as a kid, judging by the numerous fishing trips and summer camp photos on the walls.

Underneath the pictures was a golden banner with the words ”Lancaster Family” inscribed upon it.

”Jamie Lancaster. You've gotta be f_u_c_k_i_n_g kidding me. George R.R Martin's gonna pull a copyright strike.” I nearly laughed before remembering that I had company.

Soon enough, it was time to leave. My ”father” drove off to the office while my ”mother” escorted me to the arena in which the placement exams would happen. As we drove, I saw the Kaiba Corp building in the distance. I could only imagine what it would be like meeting Yugi, Kaiba, and all the other members of the original generation of duelists. The crazy thing was that meeting them was no longer strictly the object of childish conjecture.

My ”mother” gave me a teary goodbye, hugging me close as she did so. I did my best to be genuine- I didn't want her to think I didn't care, even though I really couldn't. I didn't wish to hurry her out, but there was so much to do and see. If I was going to be successful at Duel Academy, I needed to get to work the moment I stepped through the door.

”Goodbye, son. Write lots, call whenever you can, ok?” She pleaded, looking me in the eye.

”Of course, mother. And thank you, for everything. I'll do my best to make you proud.” The words were a tribute to my old parents, my real parents. They were meant for all of my friends, family, and even the enemies from previous life, because in that moment, I knew I would never see any of them again. They lived on only in the ways they influenced me. And for what it was worth, I dedicated those words to this woman in front of me, even though all she has ever truly done for me is cook a good breakfast. I felt sorry for her, for the son she raised is gone. I am his replacement.

It was at that moment where I understood the blessing and the curse of the self-insert. Like a great many things in life, it was funny and sad in equal measure. Yes, I was living life over again, with a sense of wisdom and freedom only brought on by experience. And yet, the crushing weight of loneliness made its presence felt upon my heart, this familiar yet foreign heart. It was good that I had little time to fulminate- I would doubtlessly think myself into a frenzy.

And so, the emotion that choked my voice as I said goodbye to my ”mother” was very real. She drove off, as bubbly as ever, and I watched her leave, standing still in the shadow of the arena. After a long glance towards the clear blue sky, I turned about-face and entered the arena where I would take the Duel Academy placement test.

As I entered the atrium, I saw a small wooden table manned by two rather cute academy schoolgirls. ”Hey! Do I have to register with you guys, or…?” I questioned them rather lamely.

With bored, haughty expressions on their faces, they looked upon me. I met their gazes evenly, not at all intimidated by them. After a moment, one of them replied, ”Yeah, just check off where your name is. Also, we'll have to check your deck to ensure its compliance with the banlist.”

”Sure thing.” I was familiar with such a procedure on the few times I attended tournaments in my past life. I only hoped I wouldn't have to take much out- I only brought 45 cards.

They flipped through my deck rather roughly, which I didn't appreciate. ”Nice try, pal, but Graceful Charity is banned. You can't actually be serious, coming at us with that bullshit.” One of them mocked me.

”I have no idea what you mean. Graceful Charity is a fair and balanced card.” I said. The two girls and I were silent for a moment before I laughed and they giggled politely.

”But really, you need to get this out of your deck. And you're lucky that Black L_u_s_ter Soldier hasn't been hit yet. That card's ridiculously strong.” One of the girls wryly commented. I chuckle genuinely at that- oh, if only they knew of the power creep this game would be undergoing in the next twelve years. The sheer consistency most decks would possess in the future would make Black L_u_s_ter Soldier merely a decent card, and yet in this time period he was considered one of the best monsters in the game.

A fact to take advantage of later, no doubt. I was lucky that Jamie had a copy of the card in his binder. After a somewhat sardonic goodbye to the desk clerks, they handed me a piece of paper with a number on it I stepped onto the stadium's main floor.

Immediately, I was shocked at just how large it was. I didn't remember the place being this gigantic in the first episode of GX. Something told me that the surprises weren't going to be ending anytime soon. There were dozens of smaller areas partitioned for duel exams on the floor while hundreds of applicants flooded the stands.

My eyes darted all around the room, searching for Jaden Yuki. I had to see what the guy was like in person. Then I remembered that he arrived to this exam late, and his was the last duel to occur. Calming down somewhat, I looked for the people who eventually become some of Jaden's most stalwart companions; Bastion Misawa and Syrus Truesdale. That part wasn't hard- Syrus' shocking blue hair was easy to spot amongst the crowd, even as the shy boy tried to appear small.

Seeing these anime characters in ”reality” was quite strange, for they looked almost exactly how I perceived in animated form. Has my perception changed to fit this new reality? How strange. Syrus looked as spineless as I recalled him being at the start of the series- his posture was hunched and defensive, his eyes flitting this way and that nervously, and his frame was frail.

”Sup.” I greeted them casually with a crooked grin. ”Have you guys dueled yet?”

”Not yet, I'm afraid.” Bastion replied with a level of boredom. ”Yeah, unfortunately.” Said Syrus.

”Unfortunately? Did you lose?” I asked.

”Yeah, but it was close! Besides, I did decent on the written exam. They're putting me in Slifer Red. Oh, and by the way, I'm Syrus Truesdale.” He squeaked rapidly. It dawned on me that I've probably already taken the written exam, which is to say that Jamie did before my consciousness seemingly supplanted his. I only hoped the kid did decently.

”Well, I would consider that a success. There's nowhere else to go but up from here, right?” I nudged him in what I thought was a friendly manner.

”Yeah, maybe, I guess. I don't think I have what it takes to get promoted.” He whimpered in response. I knew that this was untrue, but I was in no mood to give this kid a pep talk, especially since he was determined to drag himself down and possibly drag me with him. I had no problem letting Jaden handle this particular issue.

”If that's what you believe.” I said dispassionately. He stared at me in shock while I looked over at Bastion. ”How about you, man? Did the written exam go alright for you?”

”Oh, more than alright. I do believe I got the best score in this year's freshman class.” He replied in that British accent which sounded so fake but supposedly wasn't.

”Oh, no way! You wouldn't happen to be Bastion Misawa, would you? I hear you're really good!” I decided to indulge in a little flattery.

”Why thank you.” He responded dryly. ”What is your name?”

I nearly told him my original name, catching myself at the last second. ”I'm Jamie Lancaster, nice to meet you!” I thrust out my hand, which he took swiftly. He had a firm grip, which I reciprocated.

”Applicant Bastion Misawa may now report to floor A3 for his practical exam.” A voice intoned over the PA System. Bastion calmly rose to his feet while fastening his duel disk to his arm. There's no way he could've possibly prepared for whatever deck his proctor was running, so I wondered what kind of deck he was playing.

”Best of luck.” I smiled at him. ”Same to you.” He replied stoically as he made his way down the stairs. I was interested in seeing if there would be any differences from canon in this instance.

However, it appeared I would have no time to watch Bastion's match, for my name was the next one called. I was called down to floor A4, the one right next to Bastion. The duel grounds were partitioned by blue hanging curtain, so I couldn't see any of the matches going on around me.

My proctor entered the arena a moment before I did. He was a tall, muscular man with long black hair tied back into a man bun, of all things, along with a mustache and goatee. He wore the standard navy blue coat all proctors did, but his Chelsea boots and expensive watch gave him a bit of a h_i_p_ster vibe.

”Jamie Lancaster, huh? I remember you did decently on the written exam. If you do well enough in this practical, you're definitely looking at a nice spot in Ra Yellow. I am assistant professor in history at Duel Academy, Vector Drummond and duel proctor for this exam.” He said in a pleasant accent that I could only vaguely discern as Northern European. I did not recognize this guy at all. Then again, it makes some sense that a history teacher wouldn't receive too much screen time in a show primarily absent of most academic disciplines.

”Alright, professor, what kind of deck do you play?” I asked, genuinely curious.

”I'm not using my true deck for the purpose of this test. Rather, I'm using a standard deck all proctors duel with. Standard procedure and all that.” He mumbled, sounding a bit tired.