The Reason That The Sun Sets

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Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but you lose, because I own Timeaka Kujaku! Neener, hoe.

A/N: A review. People are good. So, because I got a review, I felt like updating. 333 Hxc.

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"No," The girl with dirty blonde hair replied. She looked at Keith skeptically and scanned him as he did the same to her. "No, I'm not Mai. My name is Timeaka – but everyone around here calls me Bandit."

"Oh," Keith muttered as he began to walk over to the bar. His cheeks had turned a bright rouge, and he shook his head. "Sorry, I thought you were an old friend."

Bandit turned back toward the bartender, and exchanged looks with him. She sat on a stool next to him clearing her throat and pulling her bandana off. "So you're the international dueling champion?"

"Hai," He said, clearing his throat. "Gomen, barkeep, get me a Jose, couldja?"

"What number?"

"Eighteen-hundred." He paused and turned to look at Bandit once more. "What's it so you?"

"I enjoy a good duel every once in a while." Bandit paused as she watched Georgie hand Keith a small glass. She tapped his shoulder and nodded. "The usual." She turned back, looking at the group of peope who wad surrounded him beginning to disperse. "By Mai, did you mean, Mai Kujaku?"

"Hai," He said softly, his voice drifting off. She stared at him with those cold, hard eyes, and he grabbed his glass, finishing it with one loud slurp. "Do you know her?"

"Kinda." She said softly, grabbing her own root beer from Georgie and smiling. "Arigatou, ai."

"Do you know where she is right now?!" He sat up right, staring at her. He suddenly pulled his sunglasses off and examined her more carefully. "Please, if you know her, I-I gotta talk to her."

"What for?" She shifted in her seat and took a sip of her root beer, adjusting her skirt.

"Well, I ain't talked to her for forever. Me and her – when we were younger, we got into a really big fight. I kinda wanted to apologize to her about it. I feel like a royal ass now."

"Well, that's great, but Mai doesn't like old friends." Bandit stood up, and turned to turn away, before Keith's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"I need to know where she is."

"Big deal."

"Please!" He howled, grasping her tighter. "I need to know where she is. I need to make up for what I did. I need to win her back."

"She's a trick," Bandit muttered. "She's a trick, and she has a fifteen year old daughter, whose father she isn't too sure about."

Keith froze as he looked at the girl standing in front of him – she so looked like Mai, but there was something about her eyes – the look of her face that made his shudder. "What's your name?"

"Timeaka Kujaku."

"You're her daughter?"

"Hai."

Keith began shaking as he looked at her. His lip began to twitch and he shook his head, turning around. "I…I…You need to take me to Mai."

"Follow me." Bandit said softly as she began to exit the bar.

"Hey," Keith said as he trailed behind her. "Um, did Mai ever mention anything about me to you?"

"No. Why?"

"I figured that maybe you went to the bar to see me, because…Well, maybe she mentioned that I might be-…"

"I'm a duelist. We do weird things like go see our role models."

"Role model?" He pondered softly. "Role model…"

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Mai sat inside the Hotel room, a blanket wrapped around her. A dark-haired male cleared his throat as he zipped up his jeans, handing her a small bundle of money as he walked out of the Hotel room and disappeared.

Sighing, Mai quickly dressed herself, pushing the wad of money into a drawer that was literally overflowing with such wads. She fell back on her bed and brushed strands of hair away from her eyes. Tears began to form in the corners and she curled herself into a ball on her bed, pulling the blanket over her head as she screamed.

"Mai!" Bandit yelled as she walked into the room, leaving the door open as Keith stood awkwardly. "Mai, you've got a guest!"

"Hm?" Mai sat up immediately, rubbing her eyes carefully enough to avoid smearing her make-up, and she adjusted her shirt, smiling as she walked forward. "Who is…Keith?"

"Um, hiya, Mai." Keith stood in the doorway, looking down at the ground, pulling his bandana off sheepishly. He bit his lip and slowly raised his eyes to her, forcing a smile. "Do you mind if I come in?"

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Rika: Blah. Transitional chapters suck. This absolutely sucked, but I hand to transition somehow. –Sigh- Suckage hxc.

Keith: Stop complainin.

Rika: Well…Time for review Q&A, the best thing everrrr!

Journey Maker – Well, we'll dub you JM from now on. Here's the update. Oh, you will see! This story gets increasingly twisted. Very increasingly twisted. I think you'll enjoy it! Thanks for the compliment. You are the shizniz.

Okays my lover(s?).

Keith: Yep. Let's go to the mall and get our hair done.

Rika: …I'm going to a bar. See you guys later! One love! Ja ne!