It's been two weeks. Two weeks since everything changed and my life stopped. Two weeks since you fell and almost died.
I close my eyes and I hear your body smack against the concrete. The thud, like a sack of potatoes hitting the floor and spilling everywhere. I could have sworn that your insides were splattered everywhere when I got to the ledge to see you.
I shouldn't have looked. I should have stopped that guy. Or gotten a better look at him to describe him. How could he have gotten away so easily? He shouldn't have been able to escape, but he went down the fire escape and was gone. The same fire escape that the police came up when they were chasing him. Ridiculous and ineffective. All of them. All of it. Everything.
How could we let him make those demands? But he knew, and he had them. Yubel and Rainbow Dragon. When did he take them and how did he take those cards without our knowledge? Surely Yubel would have told you, or you would have felt them being ripped away from you, right? Is that how the Duel Monsters cards of Monsters that have fused with their owners work? Was it the alcohol? Did that dull our senses so much that we wouldn't notice? But, he managed to sneak in and steal our cards from our decks before running up to the roof.
Your eyes. Your eyes when you realized they were missing. I've never seen such anger. Such fury. Such hurt. You told me about Hao before, and as little as I want to remember from the alternate dimensions, I do remember enough.
But I don't want to remember any more right now.
I think I know how I'm going to find him. I'm going to see Manjome tomorrow. Maybe I can use his company's satellite network to check for him. Maybe we'll find where he went after going down the stairwell. Maybe he got in a car or ducked into a room or building and hid until he could escape. But I'm going to find him. You can bet on it. And I'm going to make him hurt for what he did to you.
And if Manjome can't find him, I'll find him on my own. Because that's what you'd do for me. I know it. You wouldn't let them get away with it. You would find them and bring them to justice.
Sho spent yesterday in your room. He says you're still unconscious. But you have to wake up. I need you to wake up, Judai. If you don't, I don't know what I'll do. That poinsettia you got me from when you were in Mexico is dead. I'm so sorry. I forgot to water it and I guess I hadn't watered it for a while before you got hurt and I guess it just died. I didn't even notice until it was too late.
And the apartment doesn't even smell like you live here anymore. The house is dead. And you can't die. You just can't. I won't let the plant be a sign of what's to come. Because if you die, I'll die. You have to get better.
And what are going to do if you do wake up? Your body is so beaten up. Will you be able to heal? Will you be in pain for the rest of your life?
What I can control is whether that man gets to live with what he did without consequence. I'll find him. Just you wait and see.