NOTE: Just another friendly reminder that this isn't yaoi ^_~
"Kaiba!" Tea gasped.
"What in the heck is he doin' here?!" Joey demanded. He paused. "Or would that be what *was* he doin' here?" he asked slowly.
"Joey, don't say such things!" Tea scolded, cuffing him on the arm.
Yugi looked concerned as he turned Seto to face him. The other boy's long bangs fell away from his forehead, revealing a nasty red bruise. "Someone hurt him!" Yugi exclaimed.
"How long has he been laying here like this?" Tea wondered, her eyes revealing her worry.
"A good question, Tea," Yugi said grimly, summoning his Yami. He rubbed at Seto's wrists, trying desperately to get some kind of response. "My guess is that he wound up on the wrong end of a brutal attack."
"He *is* alive, isn't he?" Joey ventured.
Yugi was about to reply when Seto flinched abruptly, pulling away from him. "He's alive," Yugi announced. "In his confused state, he must've thought I was his attacker returning to hurt him again." He paused. "It's alright, Kaiba," he said quietly. "I'm here to help you."
Seto relaxed, a soft moan escaping from his lips.
"Quickly help me move him out of these weeds and into a clearing," Yugi instructed, after using the Millennium Puzzle to scan Seto for internal injuries and finding none. "He might be able to breathe easier that way."
Both Joey and Tristan came to help. They each took hold of one of Seto's limp arms and pulled him up, dragging him between the two of them back into the field, where they gently laid him on a patch of grass.
"Shouldn't I call an ambulance?" Tea asked nervously.
Yugi looked around. "Where would you tell them to send it, Tea?" He replied with a question of his own.
Tea took a look around and gasped. They were surrounded on all sides by the field, with no civilization in sight. A foggy mist started to close in on them. "Yugi, what happened?" she burst out. "Where did everything go?!"
"I'm afraid it's some kind of black magic," Yugi replied. "We've teleported."
"Oh man, and to parts unknown, too," Joey groaned.
"Actually, I think we're on the English moors," Yugi announced, inspecting the gathering fog.
"Oh boy, and any minute we'll see the ghosts of Heathcliff and Catherine," Joey remarked sarcastically, and Bakura had to laugh.
Yugi knelt down in the grass next to Seto, who had fallen silent and still again. "Kaiba? Can you hear me?" he asked, hoping that the other boy hadn't lapsed back into complete unconsciousness once more.
To Yugi's and the others' relief, Seto groaned and blinked. He was getting very tired of being knocked around on this case, and even more tired of being fussed over by Yugi and his friends. "I'm alright," he said weakly. "Don't crowd around me like this . . . I'm fine."
The others backed away. "Eh, yeah, you look fine," Joey replied doubtfully. "What kinda trouncin' did you take, man?"
Seto sat up and shook his head, frustrated. "I came out here to see if the house was back and something attacked me that I couldn't even see. I fought with it for a while, but it got the upper hand. I must've passed out when it hit me in the head." He rubbed at the bruise angrily.
Joey raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I would say you must've, alright. We didn't see you at school."
"How long have you been here, Kaiba?" Yugi asked.
Seto's eyes narrowed in vexation. "I don't know." He stood up weakly, dusting himself off. "What the . . . what's this?" He held up a piece of black cloth. "I must have pulled this off of my attacker's clothing."
"You were attacked by a dark wraith?" Tea gasped.
Seto shrugged in reply. "This whole case is ridiculous." He looked around. "Where did this fog come from?!" he demanded.
"We've teleported, man," Joey told him. He took a step forward and gasped. "And oh man, I think we just did it again!" Now the entire field seemed to be located in the middle of the snow-covered Sierra mountains.
"This is not good," Yugi said grimly.
"You mean we might be teleporting forever?" Bakura, who had been quiet for quite a while, exclaimed.
Yugi nodded. "However, I might be able to send us all back with the Millennium Puzzle," he announced.
"Alright, man," Joey grinned. "Go for it!"
"Everyone stay close together," Yugi ordered. "We don't want to get separated."
"Oh boy, you got that right, Yug," Joey said as they all formed a circle around Yugi and the Millennium Puzzle started to glow. "I don't wanna be left behind with all the moor ghosts."
Before they quite knew what had happened, the six teens and the field were back in the neighborhood where they'd been originally.
"We're home!" Tea exclaimed in relief.
"Oh man, I never thought I'd be so grateful to see the street where that freaky Madame Fiona lives!" Joey declared, throwing his arms up in the air.
"And it's raining cats and dogs!" Tristan yelped as a torrent swept over them.
"You know, Tristan, I know you were just kidding earlier about visiting Madame Fiona if it started raining, but maybe it's not such a bad idea," Yugi mused, shielding himself from the downpour.
Tristan sighed. "I guess there's nothing else we can do, unless we all wanna catch pneumonia."
Everyone made a mad dash across the field and over to Madame Fiona's spooky house. Yugi used the bat knocker again and soon the door was opened by the mysterious psychic (vampyre?), who smiled when she saw who was at her door. "Ah, you are back, I see," she said. "I foresaw your arrival."
"We were looking for shelter from the storm," Yugi explained. "Would it be alright if we . . ."
"If you waited in my humble home for it to end? Of course. Come right in," she purred, holding the door open wide.
"Tell me, Madame Fiona," Joey said curiously, "did you also foresee what would happen to us before we wound up on your doorstep?"
"You mean about the teleporting and Seto Kaiba being injured?" Madame Fiona returned. "Of course, Joseph."
Joey gulped, finding himself starting to seriously freak out. "Eh, about that prophecy you made last night, Madame Fiona. . . . Is it . . ."
"Is it still going to be fulfilled?" Madame Fiona finished. "Yes, Joseph, I am afraid so. You and Seto Kaiba will both perish by Halloween."
"But I don't wanna die!!" Joey screamed.
"I truly regret it, Joseph, but there is nothing I can do," Madame Fiona replied softly. "That is what I saw, and it will happen no matter what any of us do." She turned to leave. "I was just about to fix myself a snack. Would you all like one today?"
Yugi smiled. "No, thank you. We're fine."
Madame Fiona nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. The lights flickered, presumably from the storm.
Joey sank into the couch cushions. "Oh man . . ."
"I thought you didn't believe all that psychic nonsense, Joey," Tristan said teasingly.
Joey looked frustrated. "I don't!" He sighed. "But still . . . it is kinda disconcertin', the way she's been managin' to predict all these things happening like that."
"So it's dumb luck, Joey," Tristan shrugged.
"Or maybe it's more than that," Bakura spoke up. "She could be involved with everything that's been happening, as you said, Yugi."
Yugi nodded. "That's true, she could be. Of course . . ." Here he paused, looking as though he somewhat dreaded what he was about to say. "There really are a select few people who can see into the future for real, such as Malik's sister Isis."
Joey groaned. "Come on, Yug, I thought you were on my side."
Yugi laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I am, Joey," he assured him. "My point is, just in case Madame Fiona is one of those select few, I think that you and Kaiba should both be very careful for the next few days."
"Wise advice, Yugi Muto," Madame Fiona smiled, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of that same mysterious red liquid. "You should all be very careful."
She walked past a hanging wall mirror and Joey gasped. He hadn't seen a reflection! Oh man, oh man, oh man, we're havin' lunch with a vampyre!! he screamed in his mind. From the look on Yugi's face, he'd noticed the odd phenomena as well.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" Seto spoke up. "I should call back home and make certain my brother is safe."
"Of course," Madame Fiona smiled. "Go right ahead."
Seto walked to the other side of the room, passing by the mirror. Surely the mirror was just broken, he thought. After all, there weren't really any such creatures as . . .
He started when he noticed his reflection. The mirror wasn't broke. "What the . . ." he muttered low.
While Seto made his phone call, Madame Fiona announced that she was seeing something that might help Yugi and the others on their investigation.
"What do you see, Madame Fiona?" Yugi asked.
The psychic paused. "I see . . . much fire and smoke . . . and someone is fleeing the scene . . ."
"An arsonist?" Yugi said.
"Your villain," Madame Fiona replied. "He or she is skilled in pyrotechnics."
"Can you see what they look like?" Tea wondered.
Madame Fiona shook her head. "Their face is hidden from me and their silhouette is very blurred."
"So this person knows how to light a fire," Joey remarked. "How's that gonna help us?"
Yugi paused, thinking. "We should pay another visit to Mr. Graves at the funeral home," he announced.
Joey cringed at the thought of going back there again. "Oh man . . ."
Seto hung the phone up and came back over to them.
"Is Mokuba alright?" Tea asked.
"He's fine," Seto replied. "I sent for the limo to take us back to town. It should arrive shortly."
Joey gave Seto a sidelong glance. "Did you tell Mokuba what happened?" he asked.
"You mean about . . .?" Seto pointed to himself and shook his head. "No. I didn't want to worry him." He didn't mention that he probably would need to tell his brother so that he could be on guard in case he was attacked the same way.
The lights flickered again.
"That's some storm," Tristan remarked.
"It is not the storm," Madame Fiona replied eerily.
The lights rapidly blinked on and off.
"There is another presence in the room!" Madame Fiona cried.
"Kaiba!" Tea gasped.
"What in the heck is he doin' here?!" Joey demanded. He paused. "Or would that be what *was* he doin' here?" he asked slowly.
"Joey, don't say such things!" Tea scolded, cuffing him on the arm.
Yugi looked concerned as he turned Seto to face him. The other boy's long bangs fell away from his forehead, revealing a nasty red bruise. "Someone hurt him!" Yugi exclaimed.
"How long has he been laying here like this?" Tea wondered, her eyes revealing her worry.
"A good question, Tea," Yugi said grimly, summoning his Yami. He rubbed at Seto's wrists, trying desperately to get some kind of response. "My guess is that he wound up on the wrong end of a brutal attack."
"He *is* alive, isn't he?" Joey ventured.
Yugi was about to reply when Seto flinched abruptly, pulling away from him. "He's alive," Yugi announced. "In his confused state, he must've thought I was his attacker returning to hurt him again." He paused. "It's alright, Kaiba," he said quietly. "I'm here to help you."
Seto relaxed, a soft moan escaping from his lips.
"Quickly help me move him out of these weeds and into a clearing," Yugi instructed, after using the Millennium Puzzle to scan Seto for internal injuries and finding none. "He might be able to breathe easier that way."
Both Joey and Tristan came to help. They each took hold of one of Seto's limp arms and pulled him up, dragging him between the two of them back into the field, where they gently laid him on a patch of grass.
"Shouldn't I call an ambulance?" Tea asked nervously.
Yugi looked around. "Where would you tell them to send it, Tea?" He replied with a question of his own.
Tea took a look around and gasped. They were surrounded on all sides by the field, with no civilization in sight. A foggy mist started to close in on them. "Yugi, what happened?" she burst out. "Where did everything go?!"
"I'm afraid it's some kind of black magic," Yugi replied. "We've teleported."
"Oh man, and to parts unknown, too," Joey groaned.
"Actually, I think we're on the English moors," Yugi announced, inspecting the gathering fog.
"Oh boy, and any minute we'll see the ghosts of Heathcliff and Catherine," Joey remarked sarcastically, and Bakura had to laugh.
Yugi knelt down in the grass next to Seto, who had fallen silent and still again. "Kaiba? Can you hear me?" he asked, hoping that the other boy hadn't lapsed back into complete unconsciousness once more.
To Yugi's and the others' relief, Seto groaned and blinked. He was getting very tired of being knocked around on this case, and even more tired of being fussed over by Yugi and his friends. "I'm alright," he said weakly. "Don't crowd around me like this . . . I'm fine."
The others backed away. "Eh, yeah, you look fine," Joey replied doubtfully. "What kinda trouncin' did you take, man?"
Seto sat up and shook his head, frustrated. "I came out here to see if the house was back and something attacked me that I couldn't even see. I fought with it for a while, but it got the upper hand. I must've passed out when it hit me in the head." He rubbed at the bruise angrily.
Joey raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I would say you must've, alright. We didn't see you at school."
"How long have you been here, Kaiba?" Yugi asked.
Seto's eyes narrowed in vexation. "I don't know." He stood up weakly, dusting himself off. "What the . . . what's this?" He held up a piece of black cloth. "I must have pulled this off of my attacker's clothing."
"You were attacked by a dark wraith?" Tea gasped.
Seto shrugged in reply. "This whole case is ridiculous." He looked around. "Where did this fog come from?!" he demanded.
"We've teleported, man," Joey told him. He took a step forward and gasped. "And oh man, I think we just did it again!" Now the entire field seemed to be located in the middle of the snow-covered Sierra mountains.
"This is not good," Yugi said grimly.
"You mean we might be teleporting forever?" Bakura, who had been quiet for quite a while, exclaimed.
Yugi nodded. "However, I might be able to send us all back with the Millennium Puzzle," he announced.
"Alright, man," Joey grinned. "Go for it!"
"Everyone stay close together," Yugi ordered. "We don't want to get separated."
"Oh boy, you got that right, Yug," Joey said as they all formed a circle around Yugi and the Millennium Puzzle started to glow. "I don't wanna be left behind with all the moor ghosts."
Before they quite knew what had happened, the six teens and the field were back in the neighborhood where they'd been originally.
"We're home!" Tea exclaimed in relief.
"Oh man, I never thought I'd be so grateful to see the street where that freaky Madame Fiona lives!" Joey declared, throwing his arms up in the air.
"And it's raining cats and dogs!" Tristan yelped as a torrent swept over them.
"You know, Tristan, I know you were just kidding earlier about visiting Madame Fiona if it started raining, but maybe it's not such a bad idea," Yugi mused, shielding himself from the downpour.
Tristan sighed. "I guess there's nothing else we can do, unless we all wanna catch pneumonia."
Everyone made a mad dash across the field and over to Madame Fiona's spooky house. Yugi used the bat knocker again and soon the door was opened by the mysterious psychic (vampyre?), who smiled when she saw who was at her door. "Ah, you are back, I see," she said. "I foresaw your arrival."
"We were looking for shelter from the storm," Yugi explained. "Would it be alright if we . . ."
"If you waited in my humble home for it to end? Of course. Come right in," she purred, holding the door open wide.
"Tell me, Madame Fiona," Joey said curiously, "did you also foresee what would happen to us before we wound up on your doorstep?"
"You mean about the teleporting and Seto Kaiba being injured?" Madame Fiona returned. "Of course, Joseph."
Joey gulped, finding himself starting to seriously freak out. "Eh, about that prophecy you made last night, Madame Fiona. . . . Is it . . ."
"Is it still going to be fulfilled?" Madame Fiona finished. "Yes, Joseph, I am afraid so. You and Seto Kaiba will both perish by Halloween."
"But I don't wanna die!!" Joey screamed.
"I truly regret it, Joseph, but there is nothing I can do," Madame Fiona replied softly. "That is what I saw, and it will happen no matter what any of us do." She turned to leave. "I was just about to fix myself a snack. Would you all like one today?"
Yugi smiled. "No, thank you. We're fine."
Madame Fiona nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. The lights flickered, presumably from the storm.
Joey sank into the couch cushions. "Oh man . . ."
"I thought you didn't believe all that psychic nonsense, Joey," Tristan said teasingly.
Joey looked frustrated. "I don't!" He sighed. "But still . . . it is kinda disconcertin', the way she's been managin' to predict all these things happening like that."
"So it's dumb luck, Joey," Tristan shrugged.
"Or maybe it's more than that," Bakura spoke up. "She could be involved with everything that's been happening, as you said, Yugi."
Yugi nodded. "That's true, she could be. Of course . . ." Here he paused, looking as though he somewhat dreaded what he was about to say. "There really are a select few people who can see into the future for real, such as Malik's sister Isis."
Joey groaned. "Come on, Yug, I thought you were on my side."
Yugi laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I am, Joey," he assured him. "My point is, just in case Madame Fiona is one of those select few, I think that you and Kaiba should both be very careful for the next few days."
"Wise advice, Yugi Muto," Madame Fiona smiled, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of that same mysterious red liquid. "You should all be very careful."
She walked past a hanging wall mirror and Joey gasped. He hadn't seen a reflection! Oh man, oh man, oh man, we're havin' lunch with a vampyre!! he screamed in his mind. From the look on Yugi's face, he'd noticed the odd phenomena as well.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" Seto spoke up. "I should call back home and make certain my brother is safe."
"Of course," Madame Fiona smiled. "Go right ahead."
Seto walked to the other side of the room, passing by the mirror. Surely the mirror was just broken, he thought. After all, there weren't really any such creatures as . . .
He started when he noticed his reflection. The mirror wasn't broke. "What the . . ." he muttered low.
While Seto made his phone call, Madame Fiona announced that she was seeing something that might help Yugi and the others on their investigation.
"What do you see, Madame Fiona?" Yugi asked.
The psychic paused. "I see . . . much fire and smoke . . . and someone is fleeing the scene . . ."
"An arsonist?" Yugi said.
"Your villain," Madame Fiona replied. "He or she is skilled in pyrotechnics."
"Can you see what they look like?" Tea wondered.
Madame Fiona shook her head. "Their face is hidden from me and their silhouette is very blurred."
"So this person knows how to light a fire," Joey remarked. "How's that gonna help us?"
Yugi paused, thinking. "We should pay another visit to Mr. Graves at the funeral home," he announced.
Joey cringed at the thought of going back there again. "Oh man . . ."
Seto hung the phone up and came back over to them.
"Is Mokuba alright?" Tea asked.
"He's fine," Seto replied. "I sent for the limo to take us back to town. It should arrive shortly."
Joey gave Seto a sidelong glance. "Did you tell Mokuba what happened?" he asked.
"You mean about . . .?" Seto pointed to himself and shook his head. "No. I didn't want to worry him." He didn't mention that he probably would need to tell his brother so that he could be on guard in case he was attacked the same way.
The lights flickered again.
"That's some storm," Tristan remarked.
"It is not the storm," Madame Fiona replied eerily.
The lights rapidly blinked on and off.
"There is another presence in the room!" Madame Fiona cried.