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When I was going up the stairs
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish, he'd go away.
Yami sat in the driver's seat of the long, black limo, watching the rain streak down the windshield. In the back seat, he could hear his passenger talking loudly on her cell phone. His passenger was none other than Shizuka, the famous actress, and by the sounds of things, she was in a heavy argument with her agent. Yami tried to ignore her and looked down to put in a tape, missing the figure standing in the middle of the road.
It happened so suddenly. One minute, Mokuba was playing an imitating game with his sister-in-law, the next, everybody was screaming. He had smiled, she smiled. He had pressed his hand against the glass, so did she. He had moved back, so did she. The only difference was that while he stayed warm in the car, she was hit by an oncoming car from out of nowhere.
From the car, Mokuba heard his brother's screams penetrate the air. He couldn't look at what had happened, so instead he curled up in the back seat and tried to concentrate on something different.
Otogi was bored out of his mind. There was nothing for him to do. It was raining outside, and the motel had no guests. There were a good twelve rooms, but no one in them. Duke contemplated going to bed, but sighed. He was there to serve. Someone could still show up, after all.
Sure, his motel wasn't as luxurious as others, but it was in a great position, in a big desert between Domino City and some other towns. Otogi decided to stay and wait for another hour, before he would haul himself up to bed. He'd been doing this for years, after all, ever since-
Something in Otogi's mind told him to shut up. He shouldn't be thinking about that now. It was in the past. His thoughts cleared at the right time, to, because no sooner had he begun concentrating on his job again, then a large group of people ran in from the rain.
Otogi's gaze first settled on a family, a man and a little boy. Then he saw the body. He didn't know whether the wife was still alive; all he could see was blood. Then the man looked up at him with fear in his eyes.
"There was an accident. We had an accident."
Yami burst in after the man. He had given them a ride here, in the hopes of finding a phone. His employer wasn't too happy, but it was the least he could do, considering the fact that he had run over the man's wife.
"We need to use your phone. It's an emergency."
"Of course. It's right here," the manager stuttered. Picking it up, Yami's hopes rose, but not for long. The manager placed the phone back on the hook, then turned towards Yami.
"Sometimes when it rains, the phone dies..."
Yami couldn't believe he was doing this, but no sooner had the man told him he was out at the limo, stealing his employers cellphone. It was dead. 'Shit, I am having the worst fucking luck in the world today,' Yami thought to himself.
"You need to stay here, Ms. I have to go find some help," Shizuka heard her limo driver say, but she refused to listen. She had paid him a great deal of money to get her to Domino City that night, and she wasn't about to spend even more money –though she had plenty of it- to spend the night at a crappy hotel.
"I'm not staying here! Are you out of your mind?" She was even more surprised when he picked her up and practically tossed her inside, along with all her bags. He then proceeded to drive away in the limo to god know's where. Who knew these days if she'd ever see him again?
Mai hated the rain now more then she ever had in her life. In fact, thinking about everything that had happened to her in the past hour, she hated it more then everything. Even more then the time she forced herself to make a whip cream birthday cake on a man's chest. Okay...maybe not, but it was close.
It had all started on her escape from Domino. She was heading back to Osaka, when it had started to rain. Not that that bothered her. She had driven in the rain before. The trouble had all started when Mai tried to cross one road, only to find it completely flooded. She had then proceeded to smash her car into a pole, killing it. So here she was, standing, drenched, in the pouring rain waiting for a car to come. Not that she saw that happening anytime in the near future.
Mai had never driven this way before, but from the looks of things, this was a pretty rural area. All she needed was a nice driver, that was all. If it was a stubborn guy, she could even bang a ride out of him. She'd had tons of practice, after all. Just then, she saw headlights in the distance.
"God, Jou! Do you always have to stop for every pretty girl you see?" asked Anzu, clearly annoyed that her beloved husband was stopping yet again. In truth, she was anxious to get back to Domino. Her parents had sounded quite angry on the phone, but then again, who wouldn't?
Jou wouldn't listen to her. Instead, he pulled right up to the woman. Anzu quickly looked her up and down. She was wearing red leather. 'Great. All we need. A prostitute having a ride with us.'
Sure enough, soon the bitch was in the front seat, next to her husband, thanking him endlessly. That was, until she saw where he was headed.
"It's all flooded that way," she told him. This news pissed Jou off, and Anzu could tell.
"Fuck! Why do I always have to have the worst fucking luck ever!" he started screaming, then drove straight into the large puddle of water.
"Great. Just fucking great," Jou kept screaming. Anzu plugged her ears, like she always did.
Yami continued driving towards the direction he thought was Domino City. He was concentrating hard, and almost missed the three people standing on the side of the road. He pulled up where they were.
"Can you please help us!" one girl asked. He nodded and the three of them hopped in the car. He started continuing when the girl next to him stopped him.
"It's flooded. A dead end."
Yami sighed, turned the limo around and drove back to the motel.
Otogi was switching from staring out the window to looking at the limp form of the man's, Kaiba Seto, wife. He was holding her, and the little boy was just staring someplace in space. Looking out the window again, Otogi wondered how soon it would be until Yami returned, hopefully with some help.
Just then, he saw headlights in the distance, and the sounds of a car pulling in. Yami jumped out first, and was followed by three other people. Otogi's hopes sank; none of them looked like any medical people. There was a young couple, and a girl.
"You brought back a hooker?" he joked, and received a scowl from the woman.
"I'd like to get a room for the night," she asked.
"I'm sorry, we don't rent rooms by the hour."
"Ha ha, very funny," the lady spat out.
The two were interrupted by the sounds of another car. Looking out the window, Otogi saw a police car and he felt his pulse start to race. 'Relax, buddy. There's no way they could know.'
Officer Bakura stepped out of the cop car, trying to remain cool and casual. Looking around, he decided that this group of people were a bunch of suckers. They wouldn't suspect a thing, even if it jumped up and bit them on the nose. One of the men there, a tall guy with black hair tied back in a ponytail, tried to be as official-looking as possible.
"Are you the manager?" asked Bakura. "I'm Officer Bakura. I'm transporting a prisoner here. The roads are all flooded and I could use a room."
The man nodded and led him to a desk. There were quite a few people here. A young couple; a woman who looked like a hooker; a famous actress; another man; a family; him and his prisoner; and the motel manager.
One of the men coughed, then started to speak.
"I don't think anyone's leaving here tonight."