DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-gi-oh Zexal, Arc-V, or Tom and Jerry, which belongs to their respective owners. All I own is my OC.

Chapter Four: A Mission Well Completed

Due POV

She twiddled her thumbs trying to come up with an answer. "Well, as I said before, I'm a number hunter, so of course I have numbers!"

Perfect explanation, Due. Next you'll be telling him your father wastes the whole day watching Tom and Jerry. And that your twin hospitalized someone, and through a process of being tortured by purple DNA chains, you gained magic powers, and that your dad's a mentally disturbed child!

"If that's so, why do you collect numbers?" Kite asked, confused.

She twisted her hair with her index finger. "Vetrix says we have to."

"Vetrix? Who is Vetrix? Why does he need numbers?"

"He's my dad. We just all kinda call him by his first name. He doesn't really seem to care. He changed his name when we all began hunting numbers. I guess that's just how it is now.

"As for why he needs numbers, ask Quinton or Quattro. They know. Don't ask me why Trey and I weren't informed. I think it's 'cause because we're nice, unlike some people! Don't worry, I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" she added as his eyes narrowed.

"Okay. Now where's my brother? I need to deliver this caramel to him." He held out his palm, and she could see a small whitish cube.

"Hart? Oh, he's over there. But don't you think it'd be more fun for him if he could have it outside? Has he ever seen Heartland City at night for real? It's beautiful." she explained.

"If it will make my brother happy, I'll do it." he stated.

"Then go take him," she urged.

"Hart? I found you!" Kite clapped his hands over his brother's eyes.

"Thanks Kite. That brings back something, but I can't remember…" Tears brimmed the bottom of his bloodshot eyes.

"Don't cry, Hart. Here, let me show you something."

He picked up Hart by his waist and set him on his own shoulders, crouching down to get him on. He began to walk, but it was with a bright, bouncy, joyful step. After a bit of time, she understood. He was trying to make him happy.

Is my mission done for the day? It sure seems that way. This is the perfect time to go back to Vetrix and report.

"Bye Kite! Hart! I'll see you tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder.

No answer. She nodded and curtsied.

Due exited the capital tower. She loved traveling through Heartland at night. Every light shined upon her brightly with their spectrum of color. Big signs decorated every shop, and considering the current festival going on, the End of The Summer Light Celebration was no exception. She took her left hand and made her Crest glow, adding her own personal shine to the festival.

A young girl with light red ponytailed hair dressed in yellow and green ran up to her. "Cool light! Where'd you get it?"

Due smiled at her using the same lie she used every time she was asked. "I made it with the help of my brothers and father."

"Cool!" she squealed. "Where can I get one?"

An idea came to mind. "Put on your duel-gazer and look at your left hand," she commanded.

As she fumbled for her duel-gazer, she took another stand of hair and changed it into a mostly clear glove with a Crest-like design.

"Here you go!" She slid the glove on her hand.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Thanks!" She ran off to show her parents.

Due laughed, a cheery, high-pitched, jingly sound. All the way until she reached her destination, she laughed. And then she realized how much she sounded like her father.

Kite POV

"What do you think, Hart?" I said to my brother full of happy energy.

"It's nice," was all he said.

"Here. It's caramel. It's a magical candy that will give you strength! Try it." I handed the small cube of sugar to him.

He took a tentative bite and happiness shined through him. "It's sweet!"

A loud helicopter noise interrupted our special moment. Blinding bright lights shined on our faces. A black helicopter with two people piloting and a dark pink heart with the number one on it landed on our peaceful roof. Four men dressed in all black, sunglasses included, grabbed each of our arms. No. They couldn't do this. It wasn't time for Hart to continue destroying Astralworld, could it? They were pushing him way too far!

"Hart!" I struggled against my restraints. Why couldn't we have a few minutes together?

"HART!"