A/N: So, this is a story I've wanted to do for a long time. Just one of those things, y'know!

*warnings for certain content that might trigger some people


When she was thrown up against the door of a car, Droite coughed, her lungs heaving to get air into her body. She felt a trickle of blood slip from the corner of her mouth, but her arms refused to move, frozen along with the rest of her body in fear. Her opponent gazed at her through dark brown hair, his eyes hidden but his insane smirk not. It unnerved her greatly, but unable to move, she simply watched him as he grew closer.

"I've been looking for you for nearly a century," he said, kneeling down beside her. The AR vision was still active, but she felt practically everything he had done to her. His dragon remained on the field, even though the duel had ended in her defeat. "You know, you're very special."

"Get away from me, freak," she hissed, lifting her head to glare at him. Still unable to see his eyes, she narrowed her gaze on his weird brown bangs. "Leave me alone."

"Oh, now, that wouldn't be fun," he replied with a snicker. Grazing his hand underneath her chin, he leaned in close. "Sleep tight, my darling. Maybe your Prince Charming will come save you~!"

Droite couldn't move as he slipped his hand over her face, shutting her eyes with his fingers. The darkness that took over scared her, but she held on even as the electrical shocks flooded her limbs and caused her to scream. Arching back against the car, she felt something cold wrap around her midsection, constricting slowly and forcing her heart to beat frantically.

And then she felt nothing at all.

Kaito wasn't particularly good with people he didn't know. Hell, most people probably didn't, but he was exceptionally bad. He absolutely refused to speak to others outside his little comfort circle. Even speaking now to Yuma was difficult. But since the Numbers had disappeared back to their own dimension, he was taking things easier. As Yuma had said, he needed to lighten up.

But still, he just found people repulsive.

Unfortunately, when someone he knows has been hurt and is rescued by someone unknown, Kaito had no choice but to question said someone. It made him uncomfortable, made him want to hide and possibly vomit because his nerves filled with electricity that created the shakes he was so known for. When the bustle of Heartland Tower became even more chaotic that it usually was, he went down to the lobby to check what everyone was freaking out about.

Seeing Droite in some random guy's arms, completely unconscious and showing no signs of response to the people yelling around her, lit alarms within Kaito's mind. Something definitely wasn't right, especially with how the female duelist's condition seemed to stay the same no matter what the guy that was holding her did.

Shoving people out of the way, Kaito went over to the man, whom appeared suspicious with that freaky brown hair of his and glowing green eyes. The blonde gazed over his female friend as he spoke. "What happened to her?" he questioned.

"I just so happened to be walking down the street when I saw her collapse," the man replied, handing her over. "She said to take her here before she passed out. She's been out cold since I found her."

The fact that he hadn't bothered to call an ambulance peeved Kaito just a bit. He held Droite as best he could, one arm underneath her knees, the other under her shoulders. Her head lolled backwards, her bangs falling sideways to cover her left eye (which still had her D-Gazer tattoo activated). Kaito nodded towards the man and turned, glaring down the nurses who tried to attend to the woman who lay in his arms.

Kaito simply ignored the man who had brought the fallen duelist in, even though the guy tried to get his attention numerous times. But the blonde knew better than to trust that man; the vibe was just too ominous around him. Besides, Droite had told Kaito at one time that if she were to ever fall in a duel to not save her. It was something they had agreed on nearly a year ago.

"Orbital," he spoke upon getting down to his lab, "Run tests on her, will you? I have a feeling that the guy that brought her in did something to her."

"Of course, K-Kaito-sama," the robot stated, zipping across the room to prepare a table to lay her on and turn several computers on. Kaito went over to the table, which had a white cloth draped over it, and laid Droite down on top of it. She was warm, he noted, a bit warmer than normal.

"Check her temperature," he ordered. Orbital came over without protesting and placed a sensor on the woman's forehead, holding out a thin tablet to Kaito, who took it quickly and noted the information which appeared on the screen. "Mm, a little over thirty-eight degrees Celsius. She's running a bit of a fever, but there doesn't seem to be a reason why."

"Kaito-sama," Orbital piped up, catching his master's attention. "In order to monitor her to figure out what is wrong, her clothing must be removed. Is that a problem for you, Kaito-sama, since you are a male and all…?" Don't get Orbital wrong; he never questioned his master unless he thought it was completely necessary. But Kaito was a young adult, and this was a beautiful woman they were going to treat; Orbital didn't like to put females in vulnerable situations with males capable of being overcome by hormones (Obomi managed to get him to think this way, which in all honesty, isn't very surprising).

Kaito was indeed taken off-guard by the question, but he sighed. "Orbital, I know you're concerned, even if it is me, but I respect Droite enough not to do anything to her in that manner."

"Alright, Kaito-sama. Forgive my rudeness." Orbital went to perch on a chair in front of a computer, extending his many wire-fingers to type on the keyboard. "I will prepare this while you get her clothing off."

Kaito was a bit nervous, yes, but he batted it down and out of his mind. He wasn't going to do anything to the poor girl, who was completely unaware of what was going on. He simply unclipped her jacket and managed to get it off, setting it to the side before he took her other clothing off. Now, he had to admit that he became a little worried upon seeing her full frame, since she was extremely skinny, but he didn't take any action. Leaving her undergarments on, Kaito turned to look at his robot servant.

"You done yet?" he questioned. Orbital let out an affirmative noise, and multiple sensors, attached to wires, lowered from a pod above the table. They attached themselves to Droite's skin, lighting up the screens with her vital signs.

"Heart rate at ninety beats a minute," Orbital began, listing everything on the screens. "Temperature at thirty-nine degrees Celsius. Oxygen intake is at medium levels." He paused. "Overall, she is healthy, despite her near skeletal appearance and slight fever."

"Then why did she pass out?" Kaito questioned. This involved something more than just her health; this was something that hadn't made affected anyone since the debut of the Numbers War. Carefully, Kaito decided to try and use Photon Hand; he had modified it to be able to check a person's soul, instead of take it. However, he had never had the chance to try the new operation out; he was far too busy researching other worlds and dimensions.

Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand over Droite's sternum and lowered the glowing hand into her chest. Still, she did not react; as the hand grazed her soul, Kaito knew something was off. It was as if her soul itself were locked completely; there was a thick haze around her soul, making it near impossible for him to even touch the outer layers.

"I think I know what's wrong with her," Kaito said as he lifted the Photon Hand out. Orbital switched his attention to his master as the male duelist came over to the computers. "I believe that she's somehow trapped inside her own body. Stuck in comatose but still suffering from being unable to connect with the outer world."

"You do not mean…"

"If my theory is true," Kaito replied solemnly, "I'll have no choice but to try and get her out of whatever is keeping her like this."


A/N: I kinda tried here. Onee-chan really wanted me to do it, so yep! Review!