Night. Mai is waiting for Ishizu, at the spot she said she would wait for her.
So, will that tan skinned chick come or not? Who knows? Mai isn't going to wait much longer anyway.
Some more minutes pass. Mai sighs. She runs her lovely fingers though her blonde hair. It seems Ishizu won't come after all. Oh, whatever. Time to g...
Huh? Wait, here she is!
'Hello, Mai,' Ishizu politely greets the other woman, placing her hand on her chest and slightly bowing.
Mai smiles. 'You have come after all, Isa,' she unnecessarily says.
'I'm as surprised as you,' the Egyptian woman smiles back. 'I still don't know why I decided to come. My brother is slowly dying deep down inside. Under these circumstances, I should be in no mood for going out and entertaining myself. I know I'm a selfish person, a despicable sister, a...'
'Life is full of shit, Isa,' Mai interrupts her. 'If we postponed our fun every time something shitty happened, we would never have fun. Then why do we exist to begin with?'
'To do Gods' will,' Ishizu answers with a natural expression.
Mai rolls her eyes. Seeing that this discussion is leading nowhere, she decides to change the subject. 'I don't think you're properly dressed for a girls' night out, Isa,' she remarks, eyeing her friend.
'Why?' the other woman gasps, slightly offended.
Mai caresses her chin. 'Because this archaic dress may be suitable for an anime convention (at this point, Ishizu rolls her eyes), but, if you go to a club dressed like that...'
'All my clothes are like that, Mai,' Ishizu interrupts her, annoyed.
Mai eyes Ishizu some more, pensive, with the tan skinned woman still fuming in a gag manner.
'I know!' the blonde woman finally snaps her fingers, startling her friend. 'I have the perfect outfit for you. Let's drop by my hotel room.'
Before Ishizu can further react, Mai grabs her by the arm, eliciting a gasp from the more timid girl, and excitedly runs away, practically dragging her new friend behind her.
The graveyard. Not the one destroyed cards go to during a duel, mind you. This is the real thing. Among graves which long since forgotten people are buried under, the only sounds occasionally heard are the night breeze and bats passing by, flapping their wings.
Predictably, the Domino City graveyard is a deserted place at night. I mean, what kind of sane person would come here at such an hour?
Spoke too soon! Robert Schmeichel is here. Though I don't know how sane this person can be considered. I mean, why would someone willingly turn into the puppet of Seto Kaiba, a broken man whose sanity has long since gone past the point of no return?
The blond duelist is standing in front of the grave of a nameless person and gazing at it. As if that person was a loved one of his. Even though he doesn't actually know that person, even though this is just a grave he picked at random.
Next to him, Seto Kaiba is sitting on another grave, one also picked at random, with his arms and legs crossed and an expression of devious, villainous madness on his face. A face usually handsome but currently distorted with the aforementioned expression.
'May I ask why we are here?' Seto asks Robert.
The blond duelist shrugs. 'I just like the ambience of this place,' he answers.
Kaiba chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. 'You are weird. Do you know that?' he comments.
'Look who's talking,' Robert thinks, still looking at the random grave. Of course, he doesn't dare to speak this thought out loud.
Some silence follows. Eventually, Kaiba grows bored, impatient.
The former tycoon uncrosses his arms and sighs, about to say something. However, before he can do so, Robert turns to him, equally annoyed, and says, 'Look, the first day of the tournament is over and I have three locator cards by now, which is half as many as I need to qualify. Tomorrow, I'll gain three more and advance to the finals. So, for the time being, may I have some free time?'
'Fine,' Kaiba sighs, standing up. 'Just remember what awaits you in case you fail to win this tournament.'
'No need to remind me,' Robert replies with a dismissive gesture. 'I know what awaits me. You remind me literally 50 times per day. Do you think that, if you say it one more time, you will manage to further creep me out?'
However, Seto proceeds to remind him anyway, 'You will die!'
Silence.
Robert sighs and turns to another grave.
Kaiba is looking at him, pensive. The only thing in the world that matters to him is to prove his worth, to get back Mokuba's love of him. But has he made the right choice? Has he chosen the right duelist for this task? He needs this man to win the Battle City tournament. If this man fails, Kaiba will no longer have a reason to live. If Robert doesn't win, all that will be left for Kaiba to do will be to suicide. But he won't go down alone, mind you! He will kill Robert first!
In other words, Seto and Robert will either be saved together or die together.
Mai Valentine and Ishizu Ishtar. Ishizu Ishtar and Mai Valentine. Two girls in town, walking on the lit up, crowded night streets, chatting, having fun and unintentionally eliciting lustful looks from various males.
Though Ishizu is not fully relaxed. 'I still think that this outfit does not suit me,' she comments, blushing, with her eyes lowered. She's wearing a short, black dress that leaves exposed her arms, legs, shoulders and cleavage. Also, she's wearing high heels the same color.
'Nonsense, Isa,' Mai laughs carefreely, flipping her hair in a (most likely intentionally) sexy manner. 'Try to relax and have fun. Life is not only about duties and destinies and noble purposes. When did you last dance? When did you last flirt?'
'Umm, actually...' Ishizu awkwardly strokes her nape.
An amused Mai raises an eyebrow, with her arms crossed. 'A virgin, huh?'
With her eyes still lowered, the dark skinned maiden gulps.
Mai laughs. 'Figures,' she whispers.
Next, she grabs her friend by the arm anew, though more gently than the previous time. 'Come on, girl. Let's enter this club and party as if there was no tomorrow. WHOO HOO!'
'But... but...' Ishizu stutters.
'Don't worry. I'll guide you,' Mai winks.
At this point, the blonde woman's face clouds over. Wait, is that... Joey over there? And that other boy looks familiar. Oh, that's right, it's that Duke Devlin guy Mai played a dungeon dice monsters game against at his shop's grand opening. What are those two doing together? And, most importantly, why... why is Duke's arm wrapped around Joey's shoulders, moreover in a manner as if those two were a couple?
Unaware of the scene above, Ishizu replaces her awkward expression with a baffled one. 'Umm, Mai... is everything ok?' she asks.
However, Mai is not listening. She's still looking at the two boys in the distance. At some point, Duke leans towards Joey and... (gasp)... wait, did they just kiss?
Mai blinks. No, there is no way. Probably Duke just whispered something to Wheeler and Mai thought she saw something else! Oh, whatever. Even if they did kiss, why does she care?
'Mai,' Ishizu snaps her fingers, trying to draw her friend's attention.
'Huh?' the taller woman is brought back to reality. 'Umm, it was nothing, Isa,' she chuckles, trying to act cool. 'I just thought I saw someone I know. Anyway, let's go in the club.'
And, with those words, she drags Ishizu inside.
Yugi, in his Yami form, places his palm on a wall, panting. He's exhausted. Not that Normal Yugi is less tired, mind you. They both have been looking for Tea for hours. They constantly switch places, to give each other a rest, but, by now, they both are too tired to continue. And, at the same time, too worried to stop.
'Umm, Yugi, perhaps we should go home,' Tristan hesitantly dares to suggest.
Yugi turns his head and glares at him. 'With Tea being in the hands of that madman? ARE YOU CRAZY, TRISTAN?'
The taller boy flinches. For a moment, he believed that Yami Yugi would mind crush him out of sheer rage! 'I'm just saying that we have done what we could. The police are looking for her and...'
'And what can the police do against Marik?' Yugi snaps.
'Well, we're not sure yet it's Marik,' Tristan keeps trying to reason with the Ancient Egyptian spirit.
'I AM SURE!' Yugi yells. 'I can feel it. That scumbag has kidnapped her and is going to use her against me to fulfill his despicable purposes.'
Silence. Tristan lowers his eyes, not knowing what to say.
'Where is Joey anyway?' Yugi demands to know.
'I... I have no idea,' Tristan gulps. 'I couldn't find him to inform him about Tea.'
'That selfish dimwit,' Yugi mumbles. Suddenly, he lets out an inarticulate scream of rage and punches the wall, ignoring the pain in his knuckles. Poor Normal Yugi; when he gets his body back, his knuckles will kill him for a few days!
Among couples and young people socializing and having fun on the night streets, a not so social person is roaming: Weevil Underwood.
The Japanese champion is walking, with his hands in his pockets, fuming.
Having been disqualified from the Battle City tournament, he no longer has business in Domino City. Tomorrow, he will ride the train back to his hometown. The question is, how is he supposed to spend his last night in Domino City? Walking angrily and fuming over his loss to Wheeler is the only thing he feels like doing right now.
By the way, how is Rex doing? Weevil hasn't seen him at all since the tournament began. Is he still in the running?
Oh, there he is! And, from the state he is in, Weevil can tell that he's no longer in the running either! The long haired, geeky boy is sitting on a bench, having what Weevil guesses is the former's umpenteenth can of beer tonight, judging from the countless other empty cans of beer tossed around.
Yeah, I know littering is wrong. But Rex doesn't care. Neither does Weevil, who runs over to his friend and gasps.
'Rex! Are you okay?' the blue haired boy cries, kneeling in front of his peer and holding him by the shoulders.
'Sure,' a drunken Rex chuckles with a hiccup. 'I'm a failure, a nerd, a virgin, but who cares? I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER!'
With Weevil's eyes getting wet with sorrow, Rex throws away the can he's holding, tosses his head back and lets out a theatrical laugh. 'MHAHAHAHA!'
'Oh, Rex,' Weevil sobs, holding the hand of his oblivious friend, lowering his eyes and trying to hold back further tears.
He feels for his friend. He feels the same pain as him. After all, they both have suffered more or less the same experiences since they became 6 years old and that hell called school began. They both have been socially invisible nerds. They both have been bullied. They both needed duel monsters to replace the girls' attention, which they have craved but never got. To them, being defeated in that children's card game feels like castration!
Weevil sits on the bench, next to his friend, and hugs him, with Rex still being unresponsive and some passers by looking at the two boys curiously for a while before shrugging and resuming walking. 'Snap out of it, dude,' he whispers. 'Everything will be fine in the end. Someday, we will find a way to get back at Yugi and Joey and Mai and their friends. All those bastards will pay!'
Rex bursts into tears as well. The two boys remain like that for a while, hugging each other and sobbing with their eyes closed.
Weevil breaks the hug. 'How about we hang out in my hotel room and watch porn on my laptop?' he suggests, wiping a tear.
'Sounds good,' Rex smiles, having begun recovering from his drunk state.
The two boys stand up and walk away in the night.
