"What am I going to do?" Tristan whispers, shakily holding the crumpled newspaper in his hands. Snatching the paper from his hands, Joey places his hands on his shoulders to steady him. "Look, everything is going to be ok; no one really reads the newspapers today anyway. I mean when I ride back through some of my routes, the papers are either where I threw them or ripped up in a birdhouse or something. You have nothing to worry about, right Yugi". "Yea! I mean ever since Battle City everyone is either on blogs trying to become duelists or obsessing over Kaiba".
Mr. Moto walks over to the phone hanging on the wall, dialing a number. "What are you doing?" Tristan questions, glaring at the older man, "I'm calling the reporters to give them a piece of my mind. You boys are children and these grown men and women are plastering your pain all over the news for a story". Running over to the phone, Tristan takes the phone from his hand and slams it on the hook. "Look I know you mean well but that will only make the situation worse. People are already going to be coming here for interviews, prying into your lives, parking outside of your house and it only gets worse from here. You guys don't understand, this isn't just about me anymore he involved you guys this time". Yugi walks up to Tristan, slightly tilting his head to the side, "What do you mean he involved us this time"? Sighing, Tristan goes to the living room to find a seat, "I know that Ray is behind this". Pacing around the room in circles, Joey glares at the ceiling. "How do you know?" Mr. Moto questions, "It's too convenient. I mean three months before the trial is set to begin this leaks to the papers? He's doing this to humiliate me, but how am I supposed to walk out there with the whole world knowing that he bent me over whenever he felt like it?" Yugi flinches for a second and kneels in front of Tristan, "everyone in this room understands that you were raped by that monster. Anyone that can't or won't understand that are monsters just like he is, especially if they call themselves a fan of mine. Right Joey"? Joey walks over to Tristan and softly kisses his lips, passionately glaring in his eyes, "Damn right! We're in this together, the way that we've always been". "It's going to be hard for all of us and I'm sorry" Tristan murmurs, looking at Mr. Moto, "I've been trapped in caves and almost eaten by wolves, not to mention the adventures you all have been on yourselves. We can handle a few members of the press and what do you young whippersnappers say now 'haterz'" Tristan, Yugi and Joey can't hide their laughter when they see Mr. Moto's leaning back with his arms crossed in front of him. "See, we're all here for you man" putting his arm around him, "everything is going to be ok". "It'll be hard, but you're right for once", playfully nudging him, "I'm not going to let Ray or anyone else get to me".
Domino Penitentiary
Ray and Free are lounging in their cell, watching Netflix on their new iPad. "You sons of bitches satisfied?" Shaking his head back and forth, "tsk, tsk, tsk, officer. Attitude won't help you in this situation, but do you have what I wanted?" The officer scowls and reaches into his back pocket, "here" he snarls at the prisoner. Ray grabs the TracFone, card and twirls it in his hand, nodding in approval "Ok, you did good". "So are we good now?" the officer impatiently asks, "We're not done until I'm out of here and my lover is back in my arms again."