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Berlin, Germany

The roads were clogged up.

The offices were closed down.

The people were racing towards the airport.

Why?

It was just to see their pride and joy, their 'radiant jewel' off to Japan…

"Ms. Vivianni, look this way please!"

"Over here, Ms Vivianni!"

"Smile for me, Ms Vivianni!"

Like marching black ants over a sweet honey puddle, the paparazzi swarmed, hovered, and crowded over her, hoping to catch a very valuable snapshot of the German runway model, beauty queen, and pampered heiress known as Ms. Vivianni. She smiled gently, pushing up her rose-tinted shades, causing the camera flashes to seemingly double in number and speed. The two bodyguards around her tensed up their muscles in response to the endless lines of love struck fans leaning over the velvet fences and poking through the holes the riot squad left.

"Ms. Vivianni, we love you!"

"Autographs please, Ms Vivianni!"

"Marry me for the love of gott!" (God in German…I think)

Ms Vivianni giggled at the last comment, tossing one stray bubblegum-pink strand of hair from her shoulder.

She reached the stairs leading to the private airplane, and fingered the Rose Emblem near the doorway for one final photo-shoot.

"Beautiful, hold that pose Ms. Vivianni!"

"Smile for me, beautiful!"

While she was playing for the cameras, one man came just into view from the shadows of the doorway.

"Vivianni, inside."

She looked to him and turned back to the audience. "Auf Wiedershen, everyone! Do not worry, I will be back soon!" (Goodbye in German…WTF is with the spelling?)

The two bodyguards closed the door, and she flipped her waist-length bubblegum-pink hair over her shoulder again. "Vater, come now…there is no need to be so uptight!" (Father in German)

"You know why I'm uptight, Vivianni…" Her father retorted sharply, setting down a tulip-shaped wine glass on a nearby glass table.

"Yes, vater, I know of all of your stories of how some Japanese company stole you precious research." Vivianni drawled, rolling her bright, round, pink eyes, crossing her slender legs and adjusting her knee length red skirt.

"Then of course you know how I despise that country."

Vivianni picked up a thin, slender glass and poured some lemonade into it, took a sip and set it down. "It is just for three days, vater; surely you can stand that…"

"He will be there Vivianni. Along with whatever runty spawn of a brat he might have gotten in the years…"

"You never mentioned his name to me; let alone what he looks like…"

"I pray that you will never need to know, my little Taube." (Dove in German)

Sanryo reached the wide front doors, pushed them open slowly, and strode in, unplugging the earphones and pocketing his cell phone.

"Sanryo." A voice called from inside the large living room.

'And here we go…' The brunet teen thought with a groan. He straightened out his uniform, dusted himself off, and entered the room.

"Why are you home early?" He asked, his face abnormally passive, his eyes gave of a very reminiscent cold feeling.

The living room was dim, except for the large fireplace, crackling happily and sending a warm orange glow everywhere. Directly in front of the said fireplace was a large, royal blue wingback chair facing the left…and in it was a man, looking down at something in his lap.

"I have a meeting tomorrow. I need you to come with me this time. No excuses, no rain checks."

"No choice…" Sanryo muttered under his breath.

"What was that Sanryo?"

"Betsuni, chichioya-sama." (1)

"That's what I thought…"

With that said, Sanryo left the room.

As soon as he got to his room, he tossed his phone lightly on his bed, got his blue guitar, and sat down on the window sill, tuning it.

After a while of tuning, strumming, and belting out a few chords, a knock came on his door.

"Ryo…I have something for you…" Isono's voice chimed softly through the wood.

"What is it?"

"I believe it's a letter from your principal, Mr. Kageyama."

"Wha? It's only the first day and now I have a summon from the principal. What else can go wrong…?"

"Riku!"

"Riku!"

"Just a minute!"

Riku took off his headset and looked up from the computer screen.

"Riku I need to talk to you about this!"

Said teen's eyes widened. 'Dad never sounds this angry…' He bolted up from the computer chair, which was sent spiraling into a nearby wall, and headed for the door to his room. When he opened it, he was greeted by a foot-taller, fuming figure wearing a loose black suit and dark grey inner shirt.

"Riku! What's this letter from the principal doing in the mail?" The older man asked angrily, staring down Riku so badly that he was hastily inching away from him.

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Riku retaliated.

'This time…' He added mentally.

"Well then, tell me why your principal is asking for you to come to his office first thing tomorrow?"

Riku stared at him, perplexed. "Wha? I didn't do anything that'd deserve that!"

'Well…unless they can pin me for cyber-terrorism…Hooray for Cyber Terrorism!' (Thank you abridged series!)

The older man looked down at him, huffed, and turned around. "That had better be true Riku…you don't want me to cut off your internet access again, now do you?"

"Anything but that!" Riku pleaded, literally going on his hands and knees at the man's feet.

'Yeah right, I can just 'haxxor' my way into the Wi-Fi network…' He added with a grin.

"Good. Good night then Riku…"

"G'night."

'Now…where was I…oh yeah…slashing my way to victory…yet again!'

"It's night time already?"

"How are we going to go back?"

"Do not worry…they don't even know you are gone…"

Yuugi and Ryou looked back to Atemu, Jou looked up from examining the street across the school from the window and Seto's attention snapped to him. Beyond all that, the latter spoke first.

"What do you mean by that?" Seto breathed threateningly.

"When you four met up with me, time when you left has stopped cold. When you return, time will resume…as if you had never left."

The next sentence sounded strained…controlled…or to be more precise…chained.

"You…had…better…be…sure…"

Just as the battle began to escalate even further, the familiar roar of a motorcycle engine boomed into their hearing range and stopped in the open gym doors.

There, outside, sitting on Black Blaze, Yuuhi took off his helmet, cocked his hair back, and looked to them. "Look…I think it's obvious you're not gonna get away until I hear you guys out, so come on, I'm takin' you guys back to my place."

With that, he replaced his helmet, and turned his bike around, but drove off slowly at a walking pace.

"You guys coming?"

(1) Betsuni means 'Nothing'; Chichioya is the most formal way of saying 'father'. It's the kind that princes from Japan use to address their father, the Emperor. Add the honorific '-sama' (master) to it, and you have something that kinda means 'Respected Father.'

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