Placido walked down an ally a block away from the apartment. He thought over what he'd done. Was it okay what he was doing? Yes, he had his sword. That bastard could rot for all he cared. Someone grabbed Placido's arm. "Your problem has been taken care of. Placido hissed, twisted and clawed Jose. He pulled his arm and ran to Dark Glass's apartment- no their home. HE burst through the door with one desperate shout, "GLASS!" he ran to the bed room and bathroom, uselessly hoping that Glass was okay. "Wow, you really liked him, huh?" "You little-" Placido lunged at Lucciano. Screw trading insults, that little brat had crossed the line. Placido was stopped mid-flight by an arm, sufficiently restraining him. Placido hissed and tried to bite Jose. That failing, he shouted, "I demand you release- mmff!" Lucciano gagged Placido. "He sure is noisy." He watched Placido twist and thrash uselessly against Jose. "Wittle kitty-witty mad that daddy-waddy's gone?" Lucciano couldn't help the taunt. Placido tried to lunge at Lucciano. Jose force Placido to his knees then bound the man's hands. "Lucciano, don't anger him further..." "Sor-ry. I couldn't help it. He's in a cat costume and acting like a cat." Placido growled, it was full of promise that when he was free he was going to behead the kid. Lucciano took Placido's sword and opened a portal. He heard muffled protests from Placid. "What? You're in no condition to use it." Lucciano didn't try to stop the slight pang of guilt or sorrow that course thorough him. He followed Jose through the portal, and then returned the sword to Placido.
Placido collapsed on the floor of the four by ten cell he was in. Thankfully, Jose was polite enough to have the guards stand out of the hall and in the corridor. Placido privately fumed. He was pissed, at himself, at that little brat, just about everything; but mostly he wanted to know if Dark Glass was living. If he was, was he okay? Placido thought of the last moments he saw Dark glass and broke down. If he hadn't of been so selfish, Glass wouldn't be gone. HE wouldn't be where ever he was, and why hadn't he seen the signs? The calm before the storm, as the humans said it. Or had he known and let him choose? Damn his pride, he wanted Glass. Placido let out the sob in his throat.
"How long we gonna leave him like that?" Lucciano asked as he watched the poor, pitiful man choking on his sobs. "Not long, but its better he rids himself of the sadness." "Yeah, but it's cruel. José's sighted. "We'll wait an hour then do." "Okay."
Placido woke in his bed. Strange, he didn't ember falling asleep. He searched his memory but could only remember getting his cards and being defeated by that pest Yusei, then nothing, Placido stepped off of the bed. He pulled on his boots then opened a portal to the throne room. "You been cryin' Placido? Your eyes are red." Placido rolled his eyes at the childish pun. "No, but Santa called. Said one of his elves was missing." "Enough! Both of you need to focus on the task at hand. Lucciano create a copy of Jack Atlas's deck with three Red Nova Dragons. Placido create a Ghost Atlas, make sure it looks and acts exactly like him." "Yes sir," Placido and Lucciano said at the same time then went to their respective rooms.
Placido sighed in content. He'd completed his task. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He saw an image, as if here had his eyes open, a blue haired man that was just wearing jeans and red glasses. The man turned and smile. Placido found himself smiling back and holding up a kitten. The man chuckled then Placido felt a sharp pain in his gut the little video stopped and Placido opened his eyes to Lucciano in his face. "Whatcha smilin' 'bout?" "Nothing you need to know." Lucciano frowned then smiled again, "Whatever, some girl told me to give this ta ya." He held up a sealed envelope. Placido took the envelope and pushed Lucciano off. He opened it and pulled out the piece of paper in it. It read
Meet me at 563 Neko Ave.
Apt. 8
-DG
The hand writing seemed familiar but why? Did it have something to do with the blank spot in his memory? "Well what is it?" "I'm leaving," Placido said. "Where you goin?" "Somewhere." "Oh, can I know where?" Placido didn't answer; he just turned on his heel and left the room.
Placido looked around the apartment. Someone had left in a hurry, but the place felt familiar. Why? He contemplates the thought as he opened a wind and looked for a mop and bucket. He found both and put soap and water in the bucket. He pulled off the train of his Yliaster robes and began mopping up the spilled milk. "I must be gifted, to have one of the Directors of security cleaning my house." Placido looked up and saw the guy from the film. It must have bent a memory. "Who are you?" "You don't remember me, kitten?" "Why should I remember you?" Because, we've been together for the past two months." Placido shook his head, "I demand you tell me your name," he said forcefully. The man tsked. "Kitten, what did I say about demanding?" Placido blushed and lowered his head, "That I should ask for what I want."
Dark Glass patted Placido on the top of the head. "What did you do to me?" Placido snapped. "Nothing you didn't want." "Who said I wanted to be petted" Glass smiled and continued stroking Placido's hair, "If you don't want it just stop it kitten."
Placido didn't stop the petting; instead he closed his eyes and remembered. End of the most pleasurable orgasm he'd ever had. His mind was just coming to reality when the blue haired male said something about a headband "Huh? Really?" "Yeah" The male began petting Placido. "HEY! That tickles!" Placido laughed. The memory was stopped by a shout. Placido opened his eyes. Jose had Dark Glass by the hair. "Jose, let him go!" "No." Placido closed his eyes and tried to control his anger. When he opened his eyes Glass was being handed, bound and gagged, to a police man. "Let him go, you bastard!" Placido charged Jose but Lucciano tackled him. Placido threw Lucciano and got to his feet with a little help from Hose. Jose had him against a wall with one restrictive hand across his stomach. "Let me go!" "No. Not until you learn." Placido hissed and twisted trying to free at least an arm. "You know he's never gonna learn." "He will and you have no right to be talking." Lucciano limped over to Jose. "It will take time." Placido went limp in Jose's hand and hit his head on the wall Jose let Placido go. "Just don't hurt Glass." "We won't but his memory must be wiped clean. You can do it or we can." "Can't we keep him?" Jose looked at Placido, "You mean as a pet?" "Yeah." "No." Placido sprinted for the window. He lept out of it and swam for the dueling track. The track started rising and Placido caught it as it rose. He called for T-666. The female voice programmed in all duel runner, said "Duel starting all non-duelists leave the track." Placido rolled his eyes and headed for the highway. He rode for the jail. He got lucky the police man was just taking Dark Glass Out. He parked behind the car and strode towards the police man. "Release him," he said tersely. "Don't," Lucciano said as he rode up on his duel board. "I order you to release him." "I order you not to release the prisoner." "I hold sonority, you must follow my order." Nick shifted on his feet, "I was told not to listen to either of you." Placido growled and grabbed Dark Glass roughly and threw onto his duel runner. He started the four-wheeler up and drove off.
Lester watched Placido drive off. Leave him be he will realize his mistake. Jose told Lester through their telepathic connection. I know, but I feel kinda bad for him… Lester replied as he walked off.