Another Heart

DISCLAIMER: Once again, I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Chrono Cross, Threads of Fate, Final Fantasy, or Yu-Gi-Oh, for that matter. Do NOT sue me. However, also once again, Raphael, Domovoi, and Kiana ARE mine. I WILL sue if you steal them without my express permission. Thank you.

CHAPTER 3: The Shadow Falls

(Destiny Islands Part II)

Yugi ran as fast as his legs could carry him to find Malik, Joey, anyone, who could help him. He flew past Joey's door, which was of course closed, as Joey always slept in. He nearly knocked Kaiba over (much to Seto's annoyance), but Kaiba hated Yami's guts, and most likely would not care. He didn't want to tell Tea; it was well-known the two were dating, and Yugi did not want to worry her about the Pharaoh. Tristan was likewise asleep; Ryou would freak and pose almost as bad a problem as Tea. There were only two people he could truly count on at the moment, and luckily one was happily situated inside the castle. Now, to find the first of his targets.

Malik was calmly walking down the hall, hoping to get some breakfast in before everybody packed in. He didn't like being near other people much, especially not since the whole incident with the Egyptian God Cards and Marik. He still had nightmares about it, and judging by Joey, Mai, and Ryou's reactions to him, they did too. True, Marik had been banished to the Shadow Realm, but that did not erase what he'd done. The people he'd banished, Malik included, would be scarred for life, never to be the same. Hell, Mai had proven that she'd been changed by his Yami's unacceptable actions when she'd tried to use the Seal of Orichalchos to exact her revenge. She'd been turned into a monster, and it was his fault. He'd settled into a nice pit of depression, when something tackled him from behind. Malik was suddenly aware of a very flustered-looking Yugi clutching a piece of paper on top of him. Malik pushed the hyperventilating midget off him, and asked quietly, "Yugi, what's wrong? Where's the Pharaoh?"

Yugi could hardly breathe; he was nearly blue in the face from the running he'd just done, and all he could manage was, "Malik… help… Yami… letter… read…" he sank to his knees panting, and weakly held up the crumpled piece of paper. Malik recognized the handwriting almost immediately; it was definitely the Pharaoh's.

Malik read it with an ever-quieting voice. "'Yugi, if you are reading this, then my worst fears have been confirmed, and I have left this world in order to set out to correct it. Please do not let Tea know about this, as I do not wish to worry her. Don't go looking for me either. Please just remain calm, for once I have found the key, I will be able to return. Goodbye for now, Yugi. Yami'" Malik's voice quavered as he read the final sentence. "So, he's gone to fight something he doesn't want us to know about, and to find this 'key.'" He finished.

"Apparently," Yugi said quietly. He then made to move off. "Come on."

"Where do you think you're going?" Malik asked.

"To find him," Yugi retorted. Malik tried to say something, but he interrupted, "Look, what if this has something to do with the Shadow Realm? Yami might need help!"

Malik raised his hands in defeat. "Okay," he agreed. "But we can't let anybody know about this, got it? Especially not Tea."

"Can't let me know what, guys?" Yugi and Malik froze. Of course, Tea was standing right behind them.

Roughly ten minutes later, Yugi, Malik, Ishizu, Rebecca Hawkins, Tea, Joey, Ryou, Mai, Tristan, and indeed, the Kaiba Brothers, were assembled in the kitchen (Joey was snoring on the table, but oh well). Even Pegasus had managed to hack Kaiba's security, and the silver-haired gamer's face was on Rebecca's laptop, much to Kaiba's dismay.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YAMI'S GONE!" Everyone in the room was nearly bowled over by Tea's outraged scream. Even Joey was woken up by the outburst.

Yugi sighed. "Just read the letter," he handed the letter to her, and everyone excluding Yugi, Malik, and a very affronted Pegasus (who was incapable of moving the computer) crowded around it. Once finished, they all sat back down, considerably more quiet than before. Ishizu seemed as though suddenly centuries older, her careworn face very gaunt. Tea was hiccupping slightly, and Rebecca was rereading the letter, obviously searching for some kind of deeper meaning. Everyone else was either sitting wide-eyed in shock or talking in hushed whispers amongst themselves. Even Pegasus, who had, with Rebecca's help, read the letter by now, was massaging his temples in quiet frustration.

Finally, it was Ishizu who broke the silence. "So, the Pharaoh has gone to fight this new 'evil.' This is grave news indeed."

"What does he mean by he's 'left this world?'?" Mai asked. "I mean, he's not… Is he?" Her voice was clearly marked by confusion and fear.

"No," Everyone in the room jumped; a shockingly familiar voice had come from the doorway. All turned to see a man clothed in long beige robes and a white turban. He wore a large, golden, ankh-shaped key around his neck. Shadi walked into the room, the same graven expression that had become so familiar written all over his face. "The Pharaoh is not dead; he has simply left this world. Surely, he is in another. You know of this, do you not, Yugi?"

"What are you…?" Realization dawned on the boy. "Yami had a pen-pal who lived in some place called 'Traverse Town,' but I never thought Yuna lived in another world…" Thirteen pairs of eyes widened at this revelation.

"Indeed," Shadi continued. "But first, I should shed some light on this subject, should I not?" Collective nods gathered around the room. "There is an ancient prophecy…"

"Not another one o' dose!" Joey exclaimed. Mai whacked him upside the head, and everyone else rolled their eyes. It was true though; they'd all about had enough of ancient prophecies and apocalyptic villains.

Shadi continued. "It speaks of a time when, one by one, the very stars begin to go out. For every star that dims, a world dies," There were collective gasps around the room. "The beings responsible for this are known only as the Heartless; for they feed off the darkness in peoples' hearts, and they take the very souls of those they defeat. They cannot be destroyed, and all worlds will eventually be destroyed by their evil."

Everyone fell silent, save Kaiba. "So, how do we stop it? I'll be damned if I let some soulless monster destroy everything I've worked for."

"The prophecy also speaks of a 'Key' that has the power to 'lock' the 'Doors' through which the Heartless enter these worlds. It is this Key that the Pharaoh seeks, and it is that Key which we must find. The Pharaoh's contact in the other world has somewhat extensive knowledge of the prophecy, and so we must seek Lady Yuna out. Yugi, you must go to Traverse Town and find this Yuna, as she is the only one who will be able to help you find the Key."

"And how do you propose we get to Traverse Town?" Yugi asked, annoyed. "I mean, we can't exactly take the train, can we?"

"The Priest has a jet, does he not?" Shadi returned. He got completely bewildered looks for that. "Seto Kaiba…" he added, and understanding dawned on their faces. Do they never pay attention? He thought bitterly.

Kaiba, however, stood up, being the only person in the room who could match Shadi in height. "Listen to me, freak; there is no way in hell I'll just loan out my jet to anybody, hear me? Do you have any idea how much that thing costs?"

Pegasus's pixilated face bore a reproachful look. "But Kaiba-boy, aren't you worried about the Pharaoh?"

"As if I give a damn about that fool. He can fend for himself," Kaiba retorted hotly.

"But Kaiba-boy," Pegasus said in his usual singsong voice, "If Yami dies out there, you'll never beat him, and you'll forever be a loser to him…"

Kaiba flinched. Ouch, he thought bitterly. Bull's-eye.

It was settled. Within an hour, everyone was assembled in the huge hangar that housed Kaiba's private jet, which, like everything else he owned, was fashioned in the shape of a Blue Eyes White Dragon. Yugi and Malik were settled comfortably in the passenger area with enough snacks and drinks to feed a small army, while Kaiba himself was strapped in to the pilot's seat in the cockpit; he absolutely refused to let Yugi and Malik run off with his precious jet. With Shadi's instruction, Mokuba had installed a navigation system and engines which would allow for cross-dimensional traveling (for the most part, this just consisted of wiring the Millennium Necklace, Ring, and Scales to input a constant flow of Shadow Energy into the engine), and everyone was ready to go. Mokuba had tried to get on board, but luckily was caught in the process by Kaiba Corp security. So now, the Kaiba Jet was ready to fly. With five minutes to launch, everyone had said their goodbyes, and were cleared from the runway. Inside, Yugi sat nervously gulping down a glass of water, while a bored Malik started moving the shade on one of the windows up and down with the Millennium Rod, and Kaiba prepped the plane for takeoff. At one of his beloved suits' command, Kaiba fired up the engines.

Said suit, named Johnson, was in Kaiba's makeshift 'control tower,' along with everybody else. He watched the jet take off, then disappear in a flash of light. As much as the elderly man didn't want to think about it, he could tell something was wrong. Being in World War Two had taught him to always obey his 'soldier sense,' because if it went off, something was wrong, and right now, it was pounding a drum solo in the back of his head. Out of habit, he did a quick head count. Wheeler, Valentine, Taylor, Gardner, Bakura, Ishtar, Turban Dude… Damn. Only seven, where there were supposed to be nine. Mr. Kaiba was not going to be happy at all. Those damn kids...

Raphael collapsed on the sand. He'd lost the drawing of straws, so today his task was to gather all the food for their journey, which would begin the next day. He would collect, Kiana would cook the food if needed, and Domovoi would pack the meat in salt to preserve it. Fish, eggs, coconuts, water, and mushrooms were all a part of his list. It also fell to him to steal some bread from his mother, to allow for adequate supplies. He sighed. Fish, water, and coconuts were no problem; this was an island after all. Eggs could be found in almost any tree on the island, provided one did not mind the climbing, and then fighting off screaming seagulls. Mushrooms were another story entirely. The fungus was as rare on the island as gold.

Serge, the resident 'Master Angler' on the island, was, as usual, sitting on the dock, beloved fishing rod cast over the side. Mint sat next to him, kicking her feet in the salty water. Even Vincent appeared to be enjoying himself, as he had stripped down to swimming trunks, and had paddled out to deeper water. The bluenette looked up from his bobber as Raphael walked up. "Hey," he called. Mint just scowled.

"Hi. Listen, can you give me a hand?" Raphael asked. "Kiana wants me to collect fish for the raft, and…"

"Say no more, say no more," Serge cut him off. "The fish is yours." He showed Raphael a basket filled to bursting with wriggling fish.

"Really? You're just giving it to me for free?" Raphael asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Serge grinned deviously. "But on one condition." Alarm bells blared in Raphael's head.

Mint stood, and Vincent pulled himself up on to the dock, throwing shirt and cloak on quickly. "We've had a talk," Mint began. "and we've decided--"

"That seeing as how you beat each of us in turn--" Serge interrupted.

"We would face you with our specialty: Three-on-One battle," Vincent finished. "And thus…"

"WE CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE!" The trio said in unison.

Raphael gulped slightly. Accepting the battle would most likely end with him being beaten badly. Declining would forever establish him as a 'chickenshit,' in Domovoi's words. If he won, he'd get what Kiana wanted for fish and then some. He nodded. Clearly, the pros outnumbered the cons. He'd just have to kick their butts. No biggie. "I… accept," he whispered.

All three pulled out their weapons. Serge unsheathed his swallow, Vincent loaded his slingshot, and Mint started absently spinning her rings around, an amused smile on her face. Raphael drew his little sword in response, and rushed forward without warning, hitting Mint on the head. Hard. Blinded by the sudden attack, she launched spells at random all over the place, some hitting trees or sand, or the water, and some hitting her teammates. Vincent proved difficult to hit, as he stood behind and launched rocks while Mint and Serge attempted to annihilate Raphael. Serge was also proving difficult to eliminate, due to the distractions of the other two. Finally, Mint launched a powerful spell at Raph, who dodged it. As the ball of light came around for another pass, he did a quick jump over Serge, and it caught the other boy full in the face, taking him out of the battle. Mint gasped, at a loss for her sudden foul-up. One down, two to go. Mint abandoned her magic tactics, and instead rushed forward to get in some ring strikes. She didn't hit as hard, but she definitely was faster than Serge. Vincent was launching rocks at him left and right; he'd have to take out the cloaked boy if he had a hope of winning. Problem was, Mint was so in-his-face that it was difficult to maneuver around to Vincent, and by that time, the other boy would surely realize what Raphael was doing, so that plan was out. Forfeiting was out of the question; Raphael didn't think his pride could take it. Mint leapt into the air, as did Vincent, who charged his rock with that red aura again. That's it, Raphael thought. He readied himself, looking like he would try to dodge Mint's jump-kick, leaving him vulnerable to Vincent's attack. At the last moment, he whipped around and instead of deflecting the glowing stone back at Vincent, he knocked it towards Mint, where it caught her right in the middle of her jump-kick, sending her crashing to the ground. Raphael then rushed over and gave her a few extra whacks for good measure, and she fell back and dropped her rings in defeat. Now, it was plain one-on-one. He raised his sword, ready to deflect another attack, but Vincent had other plans. The older boy abandoned his slingshot, and body-slammed Raphael to the ground. Backing away, he rushed again, raising his foot as if to kick Raphael, but at the last moment, Raphael kicked his legs upward, catching Vincent in the stomach, and sending him flying over his opponent's head and into the pool of water behind them, where he came up, spluttering, wet, and not at all happy. Raphael could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins; the thrill of the battle always gave him a rush. For the first time since he'd first challenged them three years previously, he'd won.

It was settled; Serge, much to his dismay, handed over his beloved catch of fish, which was in turn presented to a jubilant Kiana. First item on his list was more than taken care of, so now to go find the others. He found some seagull eggs up in a tree, and filled several jugs with water from the little spring in the center of the island. With only the coconuts and mushrooms left to find, Raphael intensified the search for items. He found plenty of coconuts out on Domovoi's little islet, but they were too far up to reach, and he'd never be able to climb them. Domovoi didn't seem to have a problem however; he was simply knocking them out of the tree with his boomerang. True, it was a five-foot-long boomerang, but it certainly worked. Domovoi looked up from his bounty. "Hey Raph, did you get your food for Kiana yet?" he snickered.

"Yeah, about that," Raphael began. "Can I borrow your boomerang, or at least some coconuts? Kiana needs them…" Domovoi merely smirked.

"As much as I'd like to help," he replied. "I don't think I will," He grinned mischievously. Raphael opened his mouth to say something, but Domovoi cut him off again. "However, I might be persuaded to help, if, say…" So melodramatic, Raphael thought bitterly. "I'll help if you beat me."

Raphael stood in stunned silence. He remembered all too well when Serge, Mint, and Vincent had challenged him to a three-on-one, and he had clobbered them in no time at all. Raphael wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance. Still, he'd never been one to turn down a direct challenge, and he couldn't start now. Damn his pride. He drew his sword, and Domovoi flashed him a grin, pulling the giant boomerang to a more offensive position. "Come and get me!" he shouted, and threw the weapon in a wide arc. Raphael ducked as the enormous weapon flew overhead, and Domovoi caught it as it came back around. He ran forward, swinging the great weapon like some giant sword. Raphael blocked the attack just in time, but the sheer force of it knocked the sword out of his hand. He barely dodged the next swing, and rushed to grab his weapon. He made it to the sword, but Domovoi's weapon hit him from behind, knocking him forward a couple of feet. When he looked back, Domovoi caught the boomerang again, and ran forward. Raphael ducked beneath the errant swing, and whacked the other boy in the stomach, sending him staggering back. Raphael seized the opportunity, scrambling up into the tree that Domovoi usually sat in. The other boy, now suitably recovered, chucked the boomerang at the tree-bound opponent, and rushed forward, fists raised in an attempt at a double-attack. Raphael dropped beneath the boomerang, catching the tree branch on the way down. He swung around, kicking Domovoi in the chest, who staggered back gasping, and was then struck by his own renegade boomerang. The gargantuan weapon now floating in the shallows beneath them, Domovoi was quite weaponless, but not defenseless; he raised his fists in a fighting position, seemingly ready to continue. Damn, Raphael thought. Does he ever get tired? As if in answer to his question, Domovoi smirked slightly, then sank to one knee, clutching his chest and panting.

"Damn," he breathed. "You hit me pretty hard there, you know? Congrats. Feel free to borrow the boomerang. I need a drink," And he staggered off to the little spring for a while. After figuring out how to use the damn thing, Raphael found the boomerang was quite useful in getting those coconuts down from the tree. Soon, he had an armful, and leaned the boomerang up against the tree to bring his bounty to Kiana.

Now, one final item on the list: mushrooms. Now, where could he get mushrooms?... Of course; why hadn't he thought of it before? There were plenty of mushrooms growing in the damp soil in the little cave behind the spring. The islanders had christened it the 'Secret Place,' as the entrance was extremely difficult to find, and it was generally where one went when one wanted to be alone. Crawling through the low tunnel that led into it, Raphael noted plenty of things, from the abundance of mushrooms, to the various drawings on the walls, even to the multicolored light that flashed around the room from the small crystals embedded in the walls. However, something was there that was NOT supposed to be. Raphael gasped; standing before him was the same white-marble door from his dream! He walked up to it and pulled on the handle experimentally. As expected, it did not move an inch, but simply stood there, mocking him in all its gilded splendor. Backing away from the perplexing door, Raphael instead turned his attention to the mushrooms, loading them carefully in a burlap bag for later. Then he noticed the drawing the fungi were in front of. Two faces chalked into the stone three years ago, Raphael's and Kiana's. He'd shown her the Secret Place on her first day in the islands, and she'd come up with the idea of drawing each other. Being eleven years old, neither child had done well, but it had been something to do. On a whim, Raphael picked up a small rock and scratched a star in between the two figures; a paopu fruit. Smiling slightly at his little addition, he turned to leave… and found himself face-to-face with a very tall someone in a cloak.

"Soon the door will open," it said. "Soon, this world shall fall to our might as well… We're coming for you, Keybearer…" The mysterious figure faded into the shadows.

Raphael was beyond freaked. He ran out of the Secret Place as fast as he could, and tossed the bag of mushrooms at Kiana's feet. "Raphael, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Domovoi then walked up. "Yeah, you do look a little pale, Raph. Why don't you go cool off for a while; you can help me with the salt later," and so Raphael did as suggested, and brought some of the pineapples that grew on the island, and a coconut for Domovoi (who was allergic). His friends graciously accepted the gift, and they sat there happily enjoying the lunch while the fish sizzled over an open flame. Then, Kiana raised an interesting question.

"So, what are we going to name it?"

"Name what, Kiana?" Domovoi asked.

"The boat of course, silly!"

"I say we call her 'Excalibur,'" Raphael interjected.

Domovoi frowned. "That's an okay name, but why did you call it 'her?'"

"Because," Raphael said through gritted teeth, "If you pay attention, you'll notice that people generally refer to boats as 'her', or 'she.'"

"Whatever," Domovoi waved his hand dismissively. "So long as I'm captain, I'm fine."

"And who said you get to be captain?" Raphael asked defensively.

"I called dibs. And besides, you already named it, so it's only fair I get to be captain!"

"Yeah, but--"

"Are we going to have to settle this the old-fashioned way?" Kiana interrupted. She took the looks she got in return as a yes. "Alright. You both know what to do; start at the bridge!"

Usually, when Domovoi and Raphael had a dispute over something, no matter how trivial, they would settle it over a race. They would begin at a small bridge over a little pond, run across the island to a star-shaped tree, then run back. Unfortunately, Domovoi usually won, but Raphael had his occasional victory. The two lined up at the first bridge, Kiana standing behind them. "Hey Raph," Domovoi said casually. "Winner gets to split a paopu fruit with Kiana!"

Raphael tried to say something in return, but was cut off by a shout of "Go!" coming from Kiana, and both boys took off. They made it across the bridge neck-and-neck, but their paths diverged from there. While Domovoi ran around to get up the hill to the tree, Raphael climbed up a tower with a zip-cord at the top. After taking the cord down, Raphael jumped across the treetops and touched the little tree in the alcove, Domovoi just seconds behind him. Knowing full well that his rival was catching up, Raphael put on an extra burst of speed, and reached the bridge miles ahead of Domovoi. However, as his feet hit the bridge, the rotten wood gave and cracked, and Raphael fell through, and was only able to watch in dismay as Domovoi cleared the hole and won the race.

Raphael was livid by the time he made it back to Kiana. He was wet, sandy, and not at all happy, and it didn't help that Domovoi burst out laughing at the sight of his friend. "You know," he said in between giggles, "You shouldn't take me too seriously! I was only kidding about the whole paopu fruit thing!" This only made Raphael feel worse.

Kiana put her arm around his shoulder. "Oh, cheer up. It's just a race," She looked off to the west, where the sun was beginning to set. "It's getting late," she observed. "We should be getting home," The three friends said goodbye, and headed out for home.

That evening, Raphael was sitting in his room, waiting for his father to call him down for dinner. He gently tossed a baseball around, catching it each time it came back down. Yes, boredom was an evil thing. For some reason, he was getting a strange sense of dread down in his gut, and oddly enough, dark clouds were gathering in the night sky. Then, a bright flash lit up the room, followed by a deep roll of thunder. Raphael gasped. That could only mean one thing; a storm was coming. He ran to the window, and seeing the trees whipping around in the wind, his first thoughts went to the raft. Pulling a raincoat over his head, he ran out of the house, and got in his boat.

When he got to the main island, he noted that both Kiana's and Domovoi's boats were moored at the dock. Pulling up beside them he hopped out onto the dock, expecting it to be slippery from the rain, when he realized that not a single drop was hitting the island. He looked up, and there wasn't even one cloud over his head, but there was certainly some king of shroud there, blocking out the moon and stars. Something hit him from behind, and he was knocked over. Turning around, he realized exactly what he was looking at. No way in hell… He was staring at one of the little imp creatures from his dream. It leapt up to attack him, but he drew his wooden sword and knocked it away. It stood back up, unfazed. Raphael dimly realized that his sword would do absolutely nothing to these creatures. So he raced across the sands, dodging the little monsters as they popped up. He made his way out to Domovoi's islet, where Domovoi was standing alone, looking out to the turbulent sea. He turned to face Raphael, and held out his hand, a demented smile painted on his face.

"Look, Raph! The door is open! We can finally see the other worlds!" Raphael backed away slowly; he didn't like his friend's new tone at all. "Yeah, we won't ever be able to go back; I realize that now, but I don't care! I'm going to see them all! Come with me, Raphael!" He extended the hand farther, but a black circle appeared at his feet, shadowy tentacles wrapping around his ankles. Time seemed to stand still for that infinitesimal moment. Domovoi's hand outstretched, still smiling, the shadows pulling him down, and Raphael's helpless shock. Soon enough, Domovoi was gone, vanished without a trace, and the shadow turned its attention to Raphael. He tried to run, but its tentacles already had him pinned. Raphael knew then that it was over, but yet another familiar element from his dream apparently felt otherwise. The voice echoed inside his head, repeating a single word over and over: Keyblade… Keyblade… Raphael knew then that he'd lost it, but a bright light appeared in his hand, seemingly banishing the darkness. When it faded, the shadow was certainly not attacking him anymore, but there was now a strange object in his hand. It was shaped like a giant, old-fashioned key (the kind with the big, circular barrels) with a sword handle, a little keychain in the shape of a star with a strange symbol on it. He could feel the power emanating from it, and somehow felt… safe with it. He stood, gripping the hilt tightly. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.

Armed with his new weapon, he cut through the little demons with ease, picking up the green orbs they left behind. He made his way to the center of the island, and noticed that there was now a large door covering the entrance to the secret place, as opposed to the tiny hole. Raphael grabbed its handle, surprised when it opened at his touch, and he raced inside. Kiana was standing in there alone, a look of utmost fear written on her face. The white marble door, which had previously been closed, was now wide open, and spewing shadows out onto the floor. Kiana turned to look at Raphael, and whispered, "Aren't you scared? Help me, Raphael!" She tried to run towards Raphael, but the door released a huge blast of the shadows, and she was instantly consumed, but Raphael was thrown back out the entrance, which sealed behind him. He landed hard on his back. When he looked up, he saw that he was back on the islet, with a huge figure towering over him. Raphael's face paled; this was the same monster that he'd had to beat in his dream.

He held up his new Keyblade, ready for battle, and the monster reared back, driving its fist into the ground at Raphael's feet. He used the same tactics as in his last fight, and ran up the thing's arm, striking at its head. It screamed in agony, shaking him off, and charged up several balls of dark energy, which it launched at Raphael. He dodged the balls, and threw his sword as hard as he could at the core inside the hole in the creature's body. The Keyblade lodged in the glowing orb, and the monster let loose an even louder screech as it collapsed on the sand and dissolved into a pool of darkness. Turning, he saw that the rest of the island was gone, as well as the ocean. The little islet was just floating in an endless void, and more tentacles of darkness were consuming it. Raphael panicked, rushing to grab his Keyblade from the ground, knowing it was of little use. He watched in horror as the tiny patch of land dissolved away before him, and his world went black.

Cliffhanger! Don't kill me! Please review; I want to know what you think!

Anywho, any and all anime characters mentioned are characters from Yu-Gi-Oh!. Johnson, Kaiba's employee, is just a little side character I added in for flavor. As far as I know, nobody by that name made an appearance in the show.

NEXT CHAPTER:

Crossroads

Raphael, Kaiba, Yugi, and Malik go to Traverse Town. Who will they find there? And where have Rebecca and Mokuba gotten off to? Read to find out!