1. Chapter 1 (1/1)

disclaimer: i own nothing involved in this story unless i invented it myself. this is written for fun, not for profit. all forms of feedback eagerly accepted. concrit is loved the most, but everything is welcome.fandom: yu-gi-oh gxtitle: to die forcharacters: amon garam, goa garamword count: 394||status: one-shotgenre: family, drama||rated: pg-13challenge: 31halloween: prompt #18, partiessummary: [one-shot, 31halloween, prompt #18, parties; amon & goa garam] it's always polite to ask your parents for a favor. especially if it involves gold and jewels.

ring. ring. goa garam glanced at his cell phone; very few knew his personal number, much less dared to call him at an hour like this. then he saw who it was and nodded.

"amon." he spoke his adopted son's name in quiet greeting. he'd expected a call like this sooner or later.

"father." as always, amon's voice filled with respect. "i need a favor. the golden duel disk you had made. i'd like it shipped over there."

goa said nothing, making his silence a request for more information, and amon complied. "i'm throwing a duel party later this week and i'd like to have the disk be the grand prize for whoever is the overall winner."

the head of garam finance ran that thought through his head in a second. "very well, i'll have it sent over. how is the search going?"

"that's what i'm hoping this party will help with. i think i have a good lead, and the party will help clear up a few points on if i'm right or not."

goa nodded; he'd sent his son there to locate a strange and rare card that he'd heard rumors about. well, more than rumors. he knew the card existed, but the exact location and proper owner remained a mystery. with the power he knew resided within it, he could accomplish anything. he would have that card, no matter what.

"very well. keep me informed." it was still early in the year; he hadn't expected amon to actually have found the card this soon anyway. he was good, but even amon wasn't a miracle-worker.

amon hung the phone up, full of the warm sense of a good job well-done. he knew how fast his father could get things done when he wanted them; the duel disk would arrive well before his party. he'd already made arrangements with the obelisk blue staff, making certain they received a huge bonus for the extra time and work, and soon the invitations would go out.

he glanced at the dis-belt on his wrist, lips twisting into a frown. he had to duel that night as well, or risk being sent back to east school. he wouldn't let that happen. but of course, he couldn't let himself die either.

duel academia's elite would make a fine substitute.

friday night would be a party to die for.

the end

note: i originally posted this back in october 2012, but now am reposting these ficlets separately instead of as a collection, in order to have each listed under their proper character and rating.