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Laughter filled the dirty and poor streets of southern Japan as a quartet of troublemakers rushed through the streets with practiced ease, launching themselves over carts and even shops as they ran away from the angry store owners.

"Get back here!"

"All of this for some treasure?" A silver-haired, green eyed male asked as he held his bag closer to his chest.

"This was totally not worth my presence." A different young woman with blonde hair and reddish brown eyes said haughtily.

"Oi, Atlas, duck!" A woman with short platinum blonde hair that made her look like a guy and her very light lavender-lilac eyes called to her friend, a young man brown rooted blonde hair and one yellow and one green eye. The said young man quickly slid as though to hit home base, effectively ducking under the sign for the restaurant they had been passing.

"Thanks Mali!"

"Pick up the pace!" The silver haired boy said sternly, keeping pace with the two easily. "We gotta make it back before dinner or our mom's will kill us."

"Ha, more like your mom!" The haughty blonde girl replied. "My father wouldn't care!"

"Are you willing to test that out, Claire?"

"Shove your foot where your mouth is, Ammon." Mali said as she dived into an alley. "Come on, this way!"

"All right, all right!" Ammon shouted, following Mali through the alley until they lost sight of the angry vendors. They ended up stopping on a rooftop that was higher than the others because of the hill.

"Alright, let's see what we have here." Atlas rubbed his hands together before they all began dumping out what they had stolen. Most of it was money, a few silver and gold jewelry here and there, but the one that got them the most excited was a medicine bottle full of Ibuprofen.

"No. Way." Ammon was instantly at the scene, picking the bottle up and examining it with unspoken joy.

"Do you think it could help?" Mali asked, staring up at it curiously. "Is this what your mom keeps on talking about?"

"I b pro fein…." Clair spelled out slowly, looking over their shoulders. "Sounds like it."

"Only one way to find out." Ammon said. "I'm heading down to go ask, I'll negotiate percentage with you guys later." And he hopped off the roof and onto a balcony, continuing on inside.

"If it does help her…" Atlas paused before continuing. "How do we know that it'll cure aunt Ryou?"

"I don't think it's supposed to be a cure." Mali said as she began to gather everything into one bag. "I think it's supposed to help with the pain."

"A true treasure. Hope his dad's proud of him for working so hard."

"Whatever the case, I'm going down too." Claire sauntered over to a different edge of the building and hopped down.

"Do you need any help?" Atlas asked. "Father's not gonna be back for a few days, so…"

"Nah, I'm good." Mali threw the bag over her shoulder to prove she could with ease. "But maybe we could hang out later."

"Yeah. Later." Mali also hopped over the edge and Atlas sighed. "Why can't I say what I want?"

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A young woman with blonde hair and red and purple highlights sighed as she stared out the window. She sighed when the door opened and the sound of four little feet entered the room.

"Not right now." She said. When she turned to look at them, her eyes were covered by some shades.

"Aww, is Amara depressed again?" The two younger girls asked in sync- what else would you expect from twins?

"Come on, let's go play!" The one on the right said. While they both had black hair, they both had differences in their looks. This one had red eyes like her father's, along with red highlights.

"We were gonna play hide 'n seek!" The one on the left explained. She had her mother's amethyst eyes, along with matching highlights.

"Oh, alright." Amara sighed. The twins giggled in anticipation and grabbed their older sister's hands. Just as they walked outside, their father walked over to them.

"Hello Keket, Nour, Amara." He greeted.

"Hello papa!" The twins said in sync again. "We're gonna play hide and go seek!"

"Do you mind if I talk to Amara for a bit?" He asked, crouching down on the ground so that he was at the same height as the twins.

"Don't hold her for too long." The one with red said scoldingly. "Last time you had to see Amara it lasted the whole day!" Her twin sister giggled cutely.

"Of course papa!" She said. He chuckled and patted their heads before standing up to talk to Amara. The twins ran off giggling to do who knows what while they waited.

"Papa?" Amara looked up into his crimson eyes, the familiar form of his spiked up, tricolored hair reminding her how they all got their looks… somewhat.

"I just wanted to tell you something about the following school year, seeing as you still don't know if you want to go or be homeschooled another year." He said as they began to walk.

"Really? Has something changed?" Amara asked.

"In a huge way." Her father said solemnly. "You know Joey well, correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, he suggested to his father to mention in the last meeting about the children in South Domino who are innocent of their parent's crimes. He proposed that we allow the four kids who need our help the most to be invited to North High."

"And who are they?" Amara felt that she already knew who, but she had asked anyway.

"They are from the families of Dartz Atlantica, Maximillion Pegasus, Marik Ishtar, and Akeifa Bakura." Amara nodded, suspicions confirmed.

"I see." No turning back now. "Then I shall go." He gave her a look of surprise and she giggled. "Wouldn't it help them to know that they aren't the only ones going into a new school at their age? I have heard this idea from Joey before and I believe that it would work out wonderfully."

"Even if Jason is there?" Amara cringed, but then proceeded to nod. Her father sighed. "Very well. I will tell them our family's decision in about-" he checked his watch. "Forty two minutes. You best go back to your sisters."

"Yes, papa." She turned to leave, but her father stopped her.

"Are you planning on wearing those when you go to school?" He asked softly. Amara's hand went up to her shades on her face.

"Yes."

"I will notify the school so that you don't get scolded for doing so." She nodded and continued down the hall, smiling as she heard one of the twins already counting.

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