"Hey!" Yuya cried as he ran into the lounge area at You Show. "Whats—" He cut himself off when he noticed the chilling atmosphere in the room. Zuzu was glaring at him and the others were just awkwardly shuffling their feet. "Is something wrong?" He asked. Then suddenly he was attacked by a flurry of bashes from Zuzu's fan.

"You bet there's a problem." She yelled, looking ready to kill.

"Ow! Hey, take it easy." Yuya protested. "What have I done?"

"Like you don't know."

"I don't."

"How could you say those things to Varsch."

"What things?" Yuya asked. Zuzu's anger snapped at hearing that, how dare he act all innocent.

"Look Yuya, I don't know what's going on with you at the moment, I understand that you may be jealous—"

"Jealous?"

"Yes, but listen, Varsch asked me out and I said yes so—"

"You did, oh congratulations Zuzu." Said Yuya, ignoring the tightness growing in his chest.

"Hmm…" Zuzu eyed him, not really understanding what he was trying to pull. "Whatever, just stay out of our way until you've calmed down and are ready to apologise."

And with that she left the room, Ally and Fredrick immediately ran after her, leaving behind Tate and a very stunned Yuya.

"You know Yuya." Tate said, sounding sad. "I never thought you could be so mean to people, but I guess we all have our worse sides."

"What do you mean?" Yuya asked, as Tate pushed past him. "What's going on with everyone?"

He received no reply, they'd all left, he was just stood there, with no idea what had happened.

Time skip…

The next day at school, Zuzu and Varsch avoided Yuya, neither willing to talk to him until he'd apologised. They used their time alone to get to know each other better and, with his experience in lying and charming, Varsch had no problem convincing Zuzu she was in love with him.

Yuya meanwhile, watched the two of them with both confusion and anger. He didn't know why they were acting so coldly towards him but he didn't think he'd done anything wrong. The fact that his friends were upset with him for no reason left him moody and pouting pretty much the whole day. Until Varsch approached him that evening.

"Hey Yuya." He greeted.

"Oh hey." Yuya huffed. "So you finally wanna tell me why you and Zuzu have been avoiding me all day?!"

"Oh that, well I think this all just some big misunderstanding, see I thought Zuzu just wanted to spend some time alone together since we only just got together, but she's seems to have gotten the idea that you're jealous."

"Jealous?!" Yuya cried. "Why would she think that, I mean of course I really like her but I would try to—" He cut himself off, realise what he'd just said.

Varsch simply adored the horrified look on Yuya's face as it dawned on him that he'd revealed his feelings for his best friend.

"I—I mean…" Yuya stuttered.

"Yuya…" Varsch said, placing an arm around his "friend". "Listen I know you like her, it's obvious." Yuya hung his head in defeat, knowing it was pointless to try denying it now. "But I also know you're too good a person to try and come between her and me and I'm very grateful for that."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, so anyway, how about you come over to my place tonight and we can sort this whole thing out, then tomorrow we can tell Zuzu it's all okay and things can go back to normal."

"Really? That'd be great." Yuya smiled.

"Well in that case follow me." Varsch said, walking out of the school gates. Yuya grinned and ran after him, chatting away to him as they walked, completely oblivious to what was coming.

The two of them arrived at Varsch's large, mansion like, house. Yuya gaped in awe at it, it was almost four times the size of his house. The inside was beautiful; the main room was held up by large marble pillars with gold decorations. There was a huge staircase leading up to the second floor, also covered in gold regalia.

"This place is amazing." Yuya whispered.

"Ah, it's nothing special." Varsch said, trying to act humble. "Come on, my room's in the basement."

The two of them walked down the hall and then a flight of stairs into the basement. Varsch went and dumped his bag on his bed while Yuya stood in the doorway taking in his room. It was the entire floor, so it had a little living area, work space, clothing, bed. It was one of the coolest rooms he'd ever seen.

"And now." Varsch said, turing around to reveal an evil smirk that made Yuya feel a tad nervous. He snapped his fingers and suddenly Yuya was grabbed by his arms.

"Hey let go! What's going on!" He cried. It was at that point that he actually looked at his captors, and was both shocked and terrified to see it was the same four people who'd been harassing him recently.

"What's going on Yuya." Varsch began, walking towards him. "Is that we want you to do something for us."

The others began chuckling.

"What do you mean? What is this?" Yuya was so confused.

Varsch sighed knowing he'd have to explain this. "I guess I should start from the beginning, to put it simply Yuya." Varsch said, his face now pressed dangerously close to Yuya's. "I hate you."

Yuya gasped. Varsch hated him? But they were friends weren't they? And yet; there had been so much hatred and malice behind his words. Hatred that shined in Varsch's eyes as Yuya stared at him, completely speechless.

"So me and my friends here decided it was time to show you your place." Varsch continued.

"What do you mean?"

"What he means." Nathan jumped in. "Is that you're a joke Yuya Sakaki. But you don't seem to care, we just want to help you realise how stupid and pathetic you are."

Yuya couldn't believe what he was hearing. These guys had really gone out of their way to hurt him? It was hard to believe anyone could be that cruel.

"Come on Varsch we're friends." Yuya begged, still not willing to believe this was happening.

"Like I would really be your friend, how dense can you get?!" He spat coldly. Yuya flinched at the hate in his tone, feeling very betrayed. Varsch then snapped his fingers and Yuya was forced to his knees with a cry of both pain and surprise.

"Hey!" Yuya yelled as they ripped his deck out of his pocket. "Give that back!"

"Sorry but It may come on handy."

He walked over to his desk and began shuffling through a few things, while the other four dragged Yuya over to a chair set up in the middle of the room. Yuya didn't like the look of the smiles on their faces, they were so sadistic it made him feel sick to his stomach. He thrashed around as hard as he could as they tied him to the chair but it was useless.

"Stop!" He begged.

"Stop?" Varsch said, coming to stand in front of him. "Why my dear friend." He took Yuya's chin in his palm. "We're just getting started." He walked over to a desk, on top of which sat a large shredder. Yuya wasn't sure why but it made him very nervous.

"Now, here's the deal." Said Varsch. "Zuzu's mine now and I don't want you around her anymore since you're so in love with her."

"I never said that." Yuya denied. "I said I like her, I didn't say I love her."

Varsch just smirked and picked up something on the table. He held it up casually, revealing it to be a large brown book. At first Yuya was confused, but then he finally recognised the book and turned extremely pale.

"No…" He whispered. Varsch just broaded his smirk and absently flicked though the pages.

"It was actually quite a good read; you certainly have a lot of secrets Sakaki."

"How dare you! That's mine give it back!" Yuya screamed, outraged.

"I don't think so," Varsch said, snapping the book shut. "Now to business. Like I was saying Yuya, I want you to stay away from my girlfriend, and don't deny you love her, it's all written here." He gestured to the book in his hands and Yuya growled at him. "Besides, it's not like you deserve a friend like her anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Well she's pretty, kind, talented. Whereas you're an ugly, worthless fool, a downright waste of space. I mean really, your duelling skills are average—"

"Says someone who lost to me." Yuya interrupted. Varsch snapped at his comment but managed to supress his rage with a grit of his teeth.

"Oh yes, well I have ways to deal with that." He said. "And anyway I have your deck now and I didn't plan on returning it, so tell me this, Yuya Sakaki." He spun round to face Yuya. "Without your deck, what are you good for?"

"What do you mean?" Yuya asked.

"Well, you entertain people with your "really fun duels". But what about if you can't duel, what good are you then?"

Yuya opened his mouth to speak, but realised he had nothing to say. He couldn't think of anything he could do besides dueltaining.

"As I thought." Varsch said. "So like I said, Zuzu deserves better than you, like me."

"That's not for you to decide!" Said Yuya.

"What?"

"It's Zuzu's choice who her friends are not your's!"

"True, but she's chosen me and wants you gone, why do you think she's been avoiding you?"

"Uh…" Yuya was caught of guard by his words. Could it be true? Did Zuzu not want him around anymore?

"And you're going to stay away from her, if you want all of your little secrets safe." Varsch threatened, waving Yuya's journal in his face.

"You wouldn't…" Yuya gasped.

"We would, we did so before." Varsch smirked. For a moment Yuya didn't know what he meant, then he remembered the incident last week and suddenly it all made sense. The video thing had been a demonstration. To show him what they would do with his much deeper and darker secrets if he didn't do as they say. "And not just your secrets." Varsch added.

"What?"

"It would seem you keep some of your friends' secrets in here to," He waved the book around again. "I'm certain you wouldn't want those getting around."

Yuya gasped, Varsch was willing to use his friends to get to him. How could anyone be so cruel.

"So." Varsch continued. "Do we have a deal."

Yuya didn't answer. He didn't want his friends to get hurt, but he was still reluctant to obey Varsch and his associates.

Varsch let out a heavy sigh and went over to his desk. He came back carrying Yuya's deck.

"I didn't want to do this Yuya but you leave me no choice." He said, then without another word he picked up the first card in the deck, revealed to be Preformapal Partnaga, and put it in his shredded. The card was torn apart into hundreds of tiny strips right before Yuya's eyes. He just stared in horror, shaking all over.

"H-How c-could… you do that?" Yuya whispered, on the verge of tears. Nathan and his gang all smiled, thoroughly enjoying Yuya's torment.

"You didn't agree to our deal, so until you do I'll keep shreading your cards." Varsch said, putting another card, Preformapal Bowhopper, in the shredder for emphasis.

"No!" Yuya cried, as he saw another one of his precious cards ripped to pieces. "Okay." He spat, dropping his head so his bangs covered his eyes. "I'll do anything you want, just stop."

"I knew you'd see it our way." Varsch said happily. "What I want is for you to tell no one about any of this, especially my Zuzu."

Yuya flinched when Varsch referred to Zuzu as his, someone like him didn't deserve someone like Zuzu.

"Very well." Yuya agreed. "I won't say anything."

"Good, in that case, I'll let you guys take it from here." Varsch said to his friends. Yuya felt sick again as Varsch left and the other four surrounded him, pounding their fists into their hands…