Cat: Hey guys!

Rena: Lazy ass felt bad, so she wrote this.

Cat: Tomorrow is my last day of holiday and i need to write an essay of Romeo and Juliet, which i have barely started ^^'

Rena: I can honestly NOT BELIEVE YOU!

Cat: Sorry! My summer holidays begin in July, but i am in Spain for the first two weeks..

Rena: More chapters might pop up in the next four weeks. This story might be finished by September.

Cat: Maybe... *grins evily* I MIGHT have a sequel.

Rena: And oneshots.

Cat: What do u guys think?

Swirling lights. They blinked and fluttered in front of him. He tried to catch them, but his arm was stiff, sore and not moving. Being in a coma really did things to you psychologically. A month ago, Yusei's goal in life was to admit to the woman he loved, he adored her. A year ago, Yusei would have done anything to live in the city. When he was fifteen, he wished he had any idea who his parents were. When he was seven his goal in life was (he was highly embarrassed about this now) to be king of an alien race and live on Pluto.

Now, his goal in life was to move. To hear, see, touch, smile, lift his arms, legs and his body. Not lie on his back in an unknown place. Whatever Sayer was doing, it wasn't pleasant.

What if i'm already dead? He thought desperately. Maybe, he could have died when he blacked out in that cold cell, deep down in Arcadia. Was he lying in a ditch, rotting somewhere? What a way to go.

At least Dad died a hero, Yusei thought bitterly. He saved my life and entrusted the dragon cards to Rex (well, actually, Yusei thought, maybe entrusting them to somebody else would have been even better, but at least they weren't destroyed). And now, Yusei could possibly be dead, at the age of not-even-twenty. Man, did life- no, death suck.

Suddenly, a memory began swirling in front of him. Yusei blinked as he saw the content on the screen-like-bubble. The memory was like holding a very squishy IPad. He examined it closely and then remembering the memory, began to watch.

Yusei was about thirteen years old. He was strolling down the streets, hands in pockets of his scuffed and soiled jeans, his little black shirt flapping in the wind. Draped across his arm were numerous pieces of clothing.

He had found them in the new rubbish tips that had appeared a few days before. They hadn't been processed by security, so Yusei had found some quality clothes. Well, quality for the Satellite anyway. First, he had found a turquoise dress. He had picked it up intending to give it to Martha or one of the girls under her care. Then, a yellow beanie hat, with an orange smiley face attached. He was thinking about selling it down at the Satellite markets for a couple of yen.

Then he stumbled across two dark blue jackets. The first one was plain, it had no decoration or label, but it fitted him perfectly. It looked brand new, so it would probably last a few years. The other jacket had orange pads on it. The pads were connected by straight black lines, that spread by the seams. It was so large, the arms dangled off and the end dragged along the ground.

"For when Yusei- I'm- older" he whispered, draping it on his arm. He scurried off, when he heard voices of people approaching. He didn't want to explain to security what he was doing because a) they would take the clothes off him and b) Yusei still had a horrible tendency to speak in third person.

Anyway, Yusei was strolling along the pavement, staring at all of the rubbish building up in the gutters of the street. It was as if tiny mountains were growing in the corner of the road. He kicked a pepsi can up ahead of him. In the distance, he could see the Sector Security skyscraper, the tallest building on the whole island, ahead. And a little past that, he knew, was Martha's house. Home, in other words.

A tiny wail pierced the silence, Yusei looked left and right, looking for a woman with a baby. He heard it again, louder this time. They're probably up ahead, he thought as he rounded a corner.

He could see nobody. Yusei shrugged, not really caring. Maybe they went down one of the alleyways. He strolled along, making sure the longer jacket didn't drag on the floor.

The baby's cry came again. Right beside him.

He turned slowly, to see a wicker basket, perched on top of one of the mountains of rubbish. He rushed over, peering inside. There, lay a baby, tufts of red hair grew out its scalp, he waved his fists angrily, wrapped in nothing but a thin blue blanket. Carefully, Yusei dangled his free hand into the cot. The baby was freezing cold, and half conscious.

Yusei did the only thing he could do. He gingerly picked the baby up and wrapped him in the blue dress. Carefully, he slipped the beanie hat on his head, trying to keep him as warm as possible. Then, he ran.

He didn't know the figure of how long it took to get to Martha's. All he knew was it took a very long time. Sure the city was bigger than the Satellite, but the Satellite was still pretty big. He ran and ran and ran and didn't stop. He sprinted down the road, one arm pumping, the other cradling the basket. The jackets slowed him down because they were now tied around his waist and trailing along the floor.

The baby had stopped crying and was now sleeping. This panicked Yusei even more, because he could have fainted from cold and/or died.

Half an hour later, Yusei charged into the large house, not even taking his filthy shoes off and trecking mud into Martha's clean white carpet.

The woman looked up from feeding Nervin, who still needed 'aeroplane' because he was a terrible eater, even at the age of twelve. She surveyed the young teenager, who was filthy and gasping. She looked at the basket in his arms.

"What is the meaning of this, Yusei?" she demanded, not unkindly. "That's a very nice basket you have there!"

Yusei gasped, finding himself unable to breathe. He shoved the basket onto Martha's lap and began to retch uncontrollably. Martha peered into the basket and looked at Yusei.

"Schmitt!" she bellowed. "I need you! Right NOW!"

"Who would have known you were asthmatic, Yusei?" the doctor sighed, as he placed his stethoscope back in his case. Yusei looked at him, confused.

"What?" The boy said, worried.

"Oh, nothing." Schmitt assured him. "Just promise me, Yusei, if you ever struggle to breathe, take a puff of this inhaler."

Yusei nodded slowly, trying to get his head around all of the new words. He took the inhaler and shook it. It made a satisfying rattling noise. A grin split Yusei's face and he began shaking it violently, making it rattle more. Martha rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yeah!" Yusei said, suddenly. "The baby? How is he?"

"Oh! He's fine! Good you brought him when you did. He's snuggled up in that dress and hat, all cosy now."

"Does he have a name yet?" Yusei asked.

"Well, Jack and Crow have started calling him 'Rally' for some strange reason..." Martha sighed.

"What? That is such a stupid name!" Yusei yelled.

"It was that or 'Fudgy Wudgy'" Schmitt added.

"Rally is a perfect name." Yusei said immediately. "Rally... Dawson. There! Perfect!"

Martha rolled her eyes as Yusei skipped off, to go see 'Rally Dawson the Basket Baby'.

"We only have one shot at this Rena" Aki hissed urgently. "Sayer will be weary of it, but we have to try!"

Rena nodded. "All our power?"

"All of it. Every last drop. We are bashing this fucking wall to the mother fucking ground!" Aki muttered.

Cat: Big stuff in next chapter (probably!) Stay tuned!

Rena: P.S. Of there was a sequel, what would u guys like it to be about? Please mention in a review, if you have ANY ideas that you don't mind me using.