TECHNICALLY bakura is 3 separate guys but theyre supposed to be sharing a body (except for the ancient egyptian version) and no other "three guys" character has that amount of variation. bakura just.... well. if i told you that even the amount of bakuras is contested im sure you would believe me. hes an incomprehensible little beast
there are a few cursed blue eyed yugis out there though those REALLY fuck me up (also brunette jonouchi???)
yugioh has some of the most distinct character designs in the world. but never expect a consistent color palette 👍 my faves have at least 3 eye colors. seto kaiba famously has two dofferent hair colors: brown and NEON GREEN
you simply become trained in the art of recognizing them idk how.
green haired kaiba brought tears to my eyes. INSANITY
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Noah 2.0
wrote this a very long time ago just as a kind of test for a story idea i had i never ended up following through on... but now i'm kind of feeling the kaiba trio and want to see more. anyway here's a wonderful conversation between two brothers who love each other and with no trauma between them
Seto paced back and forth as the computer ran its diagnostics. This was a bad idea. He should incinerate the thing, or launch it into the sun. Nothing good would come of fiddling with it, or poking back into the past. This was done with. It was dealt with. All Seto was doing was drudging up ancient history.
He was being stupid right now. But something itched at him, and his impulse control was never very good. Seto went to the machine, and he started it up, keeping an eye on the diagnostics as he did.The large screen in front of him flickered on, but it was only a blank screen that stared back at him. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe it was corrupted. Maybe there was nothing on here, and he could put his anxiety to rest. And then the screen changed, showing a bedroom, simple with four walls and not much else. Sitting on the bed was a boy, who fiddled with a toy spaceship. He looked up, green hair framing his soft face, and then he smiled.
“Seto,” he said.
“Noah,” Seto growled.
He looked up and around, seemingly taking in his environment for the first time. He slid off the bed and walked towards the screen, kicking at the rug that covered the wood floor. Behind him, windows let in sunshine, but it wasn’t quite right. Seto couldn’t make out anything beyond them besides blue skies. Noah paced around for a moment before addressing him again.
“What’s different here?” he asked.
Seto glanced at the readout. “The actual virtual environment was destroyed when you dropped a bomb on it. I think this is a back up, probably a remote source in case the data needed to be rebuilt.”
“Strange.” He touched the screen, and a flicker of melancholy moved his face. “Just like the old days.”
“Hopefully not.” Seto leaned forward, placing his hands on the console. “I haven’t finished examining this. At this moment in time, I don’t know if you’re dangerous or not. I don’t know if even uploading you now was the right choice, but I need to ask you some questions.”
“What questions?” Noah sat down in front of the screen, sitting crosslegged, like a school child ready to learn. “You know everything you need to. If our roles were reversed, I would’ve left you in a drawer.”
“That would be my first.” He glanced again at the data pouring out in front of him. “I don’t know how recent this backup copy is. You remember our meeting?”
“Yes,” he sighed.
“Do you remember attempting to blow up me and my colleagues?”
“Colleagues?” Noah laughed. “Your dumb little friends? Yes, I remember them.”
He nodded. “If this file backed up thirty-two minutes before you attempted several murders and what might in some contexts be considered a war crime, then I don’t really know what to do. In that moment you proved a very big threat against me, and Mokuba, and possibly the world. But if this backed up in the eighteen minutes until the system was destroyed, then that changes things. You went back for us.”
“I went back for Mokuba,” he said, crossing his arms.
Seto nodded again. “What is the last thing you remember, Noah?”
His shoulders squeezed together, his lips out in a pout. He did look like a child there, small and like he’d been caught doing something wrong in his kindergarten class. Like Seto’s recourse was going to be to ground him. Mokuba had given him a similar look so many times, defiant and annoyed.
“I stopped father,” Noah said, and his eyes went down. “I had to hold him there so you could escape. I had just enough time to say goodbye.”
Seto only stared at the screen showing him the data. He had to ask. If Noah managed to save himself, then surely…
“Is Gozaburo in there as well?” he asked. “I need to know, Noah. Has any part of him remained?”
“You mean besides me?” Noah offered a sad smile. “I don’t think so. I don’t think there’s anything past these walls. I can’t access anything I used to be able to, not the rest of the mansion, not my dog, not anything. I think it’s just gone.”
“The file’s corrupted,” Seto said, and he looked at him again. “If it was attempting to transfer data when the whole structure exploded--”
“That would do it.” Noah tilted his head. “Have I answered your questions?”
Seto let out a breath. “For now.”
“Can I ask one?” He leaned forward. “How is Mokuba?”
Seto felt his fists curl, but he steadied himself. Noah’s expression was one of genuine curiosity.
“He’s fine,” he said. “I’m not going to tell him about you. Not yet.”
“Right, of course.” Noah’s head dipped down. “You have to ensure I’m safe first. And then what will you do, Seto? If I am? If you can ensure I won’t infect your company, or try to steal your body again, or that I’m not Gozaburo in disguise--”
“I hadn’t even thought of that one,” he said.
“Well, you’re slow. But if I am safe, then what? What does my future hold as a floppy disk in a junk drive?”
Seto shook his head. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. This is not the last time we talk, Noah.”
“Of course,” he said with a sigh. “Back into the darkness. I say this sincerely, Seto. I look forward to talking with you again.”
Seto grimaced, and he shut off the screen. The machine continued to examine the disc he’d found. Too dangerous to leave overnight for just anyone to see. He should make some coffee. It was going to be a long night.
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