Just as pride disappeared a man stepped out from behind a tree snickering to himself.
"can't wait to see what he has planned for us"
He said to himself.
He reffered to himself as "reaper" as he couldn't remember his own name.
He was abandoned by his parents as a child and left at a foster home.
no one would even consider adopting him.
without any hope of finding a loving family, he left one night never to return.
no one wanted him and he didn't want to be with anyone else.
his black hoodie hid his face keeping the outside world away from him just like he wanted.
he pulled out his deck and inserted it into his duel disk.
"lets end this before they even know what happened"

The shadows moved around pride and reaper as if someone.... or something... was with them.
Reaper cracked a smile.  it didn't matter who he worked with and who he didn't. very few would have the guts to come to the graveyard. everyone will defeat each other and when theres few left they would have no choice but to come to the graveyard. injured from there battles.
thats when he could easily finish  them off.

but here pride was practically offering to speed up the process.

but wait... reaper realized to himself, why not get something more out of this.

The shadows moved around pride and reaper as if they were getting ready to strike

"your scythes wont faze me, i got nothing to live for and therefore, i'm not scared of dying.  I've felt plenty of pain and i've come to like it"

reaper reached over and grabbed a scythe. he held out his arm, and slit his wrist. blood started oozing out but he threw the scythe to the side and licked it right off his arm.

"so you want an alliance? whats in it for me?"

reaper looked up at pride and smiled. his hood covered his face but the moonlight reflected his bloody teeth.

reaper chuckles.

"sure, after all its all the same to me"

he jumped back and landed on a tree branch.

"I'll be here until only a few are left."

He sat down and closed his eyes to take a nap. His back against the tree, it wasn't a comfortable position but his nights without a place to sleep had gotten him used to it and he had trained himself not to fall off.

"wake me if anyone wishes to challenge me"

he dosed off.

The Morpho butterfly that first appeared in the jungle before scurrying off, finds itself in the graveyard.

The butterfly gently perches on a gravestone nearby.

Noticing, the sleeping man in the tree, curiously flutters over to him.  perching on the branch next to him. observing him with curiosity, and notices the black mark on his wrist.. and Droite wonders to her self, "what is this?"

reaper starts to snore

reaper yawns as his eyes open. 
He stretches his arms out.
"hmmm, still no one around? kinda boring here waiting."
reaper looks down on the ground and notices something reflecting the moon light.
"whats this?"
he jumps down to inspect it, as he picks it up he realizes its a scythe.
"hmm, that one guy must of left this here"
"oh well, guess i'll keep it, after all it fits my name and appearence... but first things first."
he takes the scythe and cuts rips in his hoodie.
"there we go, this makes a much better appearence"

"now for some entertainment"

reaper chooses a random direction and starts walking off.

so here i return back where i began.
and where i will end... maybe i will win... maybe i will last...
looks up at the moonlit sky... despite it being daytime everywhere else it was nightime here.
but i will die sooner or later, and this will be where i die...

he sits down on a tombstone holds his scythe leaning it over his shoulder... and waits.

It took C.C. 7 mudpools and a branch in the face to finally reach the Graveyard. She'd been able to track his mind, as soon as she'd localised him. It wasn't exactly easy for her to figure out where someone went to practically teleported. But she'd managed to. "Come out, come out, whereever you are~"

"right here"
reaper called out as it was shown that he was sitting right behind her.

"scare? maybe with a weakling? but you have shown you don't have emotions... or at least dont show them anyway.  in which case scaring you would be pointless."
reaper stands up and holds his scythe in 2 hands one toward the top and one on bottom.
"as for trying to be the grim reaper...
he looks up at her
"im not trying"

what is wrong with this girl?
"its time to get this duel started. but first!"
reaper sticks out his hand with the shadow and holds up his scythe in his other hand.
he swings down the scythe and chops his hand right off just above where the shadow was.  His hand and the shadow fall to the ground. his hand turns into dust as it makes impact as if it was never really there. off of his arm no blood came out.
"hmm that was less gorey than expected."
he pulls some vines out of his pocket.
"guess i didnt need these to wrap up the wound after all"
reaper throws them aside.
"don't bother trying to reattach. theres nothing to attach to"
the rest of his arm turns into dust as well. and a duel disk covered with a skull design appears where his arm would be.
"its time to get this started"

the duel went furiously back and forth
c.c. came out to a strong start with many synchros and even a draccosac.
but reaper wasn't going to go down easy. he brought out many beaters and trampled over c.c.'s monsters.  at first it seemed like reaper had won but c.c. had one last ace. quickly she summoned out naturia beast, and volcasaurus.
reaper looked at his hand and field and realized what this meant.
it was his last turn. with nothing to do he threw everything out at her knowing nothing would work.
first terraforming. negated. then allure of darkness. negated. and finally what he originally planned on using to push for game, dark hole. negated as well.
then he had nothing to do but end his turn.
c.c. used her volcasaurus to destroy his beaters, endless decay and ryu kokki.
reaper had lost

reaper dropped his scythe on the ground.
he fell onto his hands and knees
"before im gone i want to show you something"
he reached up and pulled down his hood.
underneath was nothing.
yet a voice came out.
"i lost my body long ago but my soul was strong enough to live on on its own."
he dropped off his entire cloak and there was nothing. his hands seen before were just there as illusions something that had been created from his mind from the strong desire he had for his body to once again be his.
dust blew and carrired his soul away in the wind.
"i dont have a body for my soul to return to, so even if you save the souls. this is the end for me"
as his soul completely vanished his final words whispered through the wind
"remember these words..."

"once you lose something... you never get it back"

Augusto walked off and saw a place with trees and flowers. "These look beautiful I think we should bury her here." he said.