It was a beautiful day at Duel School. Saiou was spending one of his last afternoons there, telling his own fortune while he waited for his sister to come pick him up. She had told him she would be there around three, but the cards told him that traffic was awful and she would probably be like, thirty minutes late. Typical.

While he was waiting there, Chronos showed up, obviously wantin to keep an eye on him. After all just days before he had been brainwashing dudes and ranting about how good the light was. As he was reading Chronos's fortune on a lil table they'd set up on the lawn, Judai and Manjoume burst in. "Mamma mia!" Chronos yelled as they bowled right over the table, sending it flying and Saiou's cards scattering all over the lawn. Saiou really did overreact, IMO (in Manjoume's opinion). It wasn't like the grass was wet or anything. They'd probably just smell a lil like grass. And that was only if you put them right up to your nose and sniffed. Which Saiou probably did. Saiou was weird. Manjoume thought he saw a few tears slip down his face as he picked up his muddled deck. Saiou looked up at them with an angry expression, which made Manjoume a lil uncomfortable. What the hell man?

"Signore Judai! Signore Manjoume! What on earth do you think you're doing!" Chronos continued, glaring at the students. "I was just about to hear about my love life!"

"Sorry," Judai said, but he didn't look very sorry.

Manjoume grit his teeth so hard they flattened down to nubs. "Judai won't leave me alone! Everywhere I go, he's there, following me! Chronos, can't you tell him to BACK OFF!"

"I just want to duel," Judai said. He still didn't look sorry.

"Haven't you two dueled ENOUGH," Chronos yelled, still angry about his fortune getting interrupted. "Shoo, shoo, get out of here, get back to your rooms before I send you both to detention!"

Judai didn't seem too motivated to leave despite the threat, looking at the cards Saiou was picking up with obvious interest, but Manjoume yanked him by the arm and led him away, obviously not willing to ruin his GLORIOUS REPUTATION with a detention over something so stupid like that.

"Oh well," Judai said as he was dragged along, "At least we'll have plenty of time to duel back at the dorm, Manjoume!"

"NO DUELING," Chronos shouted in the distance, "GORGONZOLA CHEESE!"

"Those two….." Saiou muttered under his breath, catching Chronos' attention. His hands trembled as he spoke, almost sending his tarot cards back to the ground by his knees. "Those two have defiled my perfect cards….."

"They'll be punished, Signore Saiou," Chronos said, crossing his arms and letting out a huff. "They're always getting into trouble. They are from Osiris Red, after all-"

"No," Saiou said, looking off in the distance, where he could just make out Manjoume and Judai's forms walking away. He did that stupid half smile, half crying-face thing. "Their punishment will be much more severe than a few days of no duelling. Much more severe."
Chronos was confused. What could possibly be more severe than a ban on dueling? Whatever. He didn't really care about it that much, as long as this stupid looking cat man finished telling his fortune. "Now, shall we continue my reading, Signore Saiou?"

Manjoume flopped back onto his bed. He had managed to get a room at the blue dorms again after staying at the red dorms for so long. Never again would he suffer finding Judai and his stupid friends sitting in his living room.

As he lay there, he found himself getting very sleepy - he supposed nearly beating up Judai so many times in one day could take it out of anybody. He had no idea why that idiot was so thirsty for a duel today, but he was not having it. Ever since he had been saved from Saiou's brainwashing scheme, his deck had been a little wonky and he hadn't had time to fix it just yet. He refused to duel Judai until his deck was top notch, so he could wipe the floor with his sorry ass.

As if they knew that he was thinking about his deck, the Ojama Trio appeared, hovering over his chest and looking down at him with their beady eyes.

"Aniki, you look so worn out~" Ojama Yellow said, pouting.

"Shut up," Manjoume muttered. He couldn't even find enough energy to muster a glare, which he found odd.

"You aren't lookin so good, buddy," Ojama Black said, floating down and poking at Manjoume's face. "You gettin' sick?"

"Stop touching me," Manjoume spat weakly. He found himself dozing off despite the Ojama Trio yelling to each other about him. "Just shut up already…"

"Aniki!"

"...Aniki!"

"I said SHUT UP!" Manjoume cried, sitting up too fast and cracking his forehead onto something above his bed. He fell back onto his bed, groaning and rubbing at his head.

"Well GEEZ! If you're gonna be that rude then I'm not going to wake you up for class anymore, and you're just going to be late everyday and FAIL," a voice Manjoume recognized said. "Or at least more than you already do."

"Don't be mean to aniki," another voice growled.

"I'm not mean! Without me, he'd sleep in everyday!"

"You just don't understand him. If you truly saw him as your aniki, then you'd appreciate his ways, not try to change them!"

"Oh, whatever…"

Manjoume opened his eyes blearily, wondering just what the hell was going on here. He went to roll over, but instead of finding more of his king sized bed to either side of him, he fell straight onto the floor.

"Man, what's wrong with you today," the second voice said. A shoe nudged at Manjoume's shoulder.

Manjoume sat up, rubbing at his poor head. He looked up at the person who had been nudging him with a scowl. "Don't dirty me with your shoes-"

His command stopped completely. Kenzan Tyranno was looking down at him with a confused expression. Marufuji Shou was at the door, pulling his very tiny sneakers onto his very tiny feet. Kenzan extended a hand to help Manjoume up, but Manjoume slapped it away, frowning.

"Why am I here?"

"What are you talking about, aniki?" Kenzan asked, looking very obviously hurt by Manjoume slapping him away.

"We're going to be late," Shou whined.

Manjoume got to his feet and looked around. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his room - there was no plausible way that he could have gotten here without his knowledge. This had to be some kinda joke. Judai was probably behind this, that asshole….

"Where's Judai?" He asked. Kenzan made a face. Even Shou looked over his shoulder with an odd expression. Manjoume wondered what was wrong with them. He knew they were dumb for being Judai's friends, but he didn't know they were this dumb… "Don't look at me like that, you idiots. Where's Judai? Why am I here?"

"Maybe he's still asleep?" Kenzan said, looking over to Shou, who was becoming more and more concerned. The small boy came over and waved his hand in front of Manjoume's face.

Manjoume backed away from him. Alright, enough of these nerds. "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll go find him myself." He pushed past them and went to the door. His shoes weren't at the doorstop, which was weird, but whatever - he left the dorm room without any shoes on. As he made his way towards the stairs, he caught a brief reflection of himself in a window, which he didn't think anything of until he had gone down the entire flight of stairs. With a feeling of dread filling him, he tore back up the stairs and returned to the window, staring at himself.

Shou and Kenzan cautiously came out of the room and, while keeping a safe distance between them and Manjoume, observed him. "Maybe he's sick…" Shou said, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "Aniki…."

"Should we get Ayukawa?" Kenzan asked quietly, sounding about on the verge of tears himself.

"Good idea!" Shou said before running off towards the school. Kenzan stayed, watching Manjoume carefully.

Manjoume was still glued to the window, staring at his reflection. No, it wasn't HIS reflection. He raised a shaking hand and touched his cheek slightly. Upon feeling contact, he let out a scream, stumbling backwards and nearly flipping over the railing and falling down to the ground. Kenzan rushed over to him, but Manjoume pushed him away with hands that weren't his own, and then ran back to the window with legs that weren't his own.

He looked again at the reflection, and with a sick feeling, slumped to his knees.

Somehow, he had become….Judai?!