Run. Run, little bandit. You'll never escape me.

Seto tried so hard to get the taunting voice from his head. His arm throbbed in pain from his accident with the dueling platform. He would need medical attention soon or shock would set it.

Quickly rounding a corner and dodging Yugi-tachi as they gave chase after him, he pressed himself against a red brick wall. He didn't need to see them right now. He wasn't in the right of mind, nor was he well in body.

After making sure that they had ran past and he was clear of them, Seto backed away from the wall and ran his shoulder into it. With a sickening crack, he became brutally aware his shoulder was back in place.

The next thing he had to do was calm down and get some sense of where he was. He could see his building from there; which didn't help much because you could see KaibaCorp. from anywhere in Domino.

He focused on controlling his breathing and checked to see if the voice was still in his mind. If he were going crazy, he'd like to know ahead of time. Some clients didn't appreciate you bouncing off the walls and laughing at nothing in particular.

He quieted all his thoughts and searched out the tone of voice that had made him react so badly during the duel. But he could find no trace of it. Maybe it was gone. Maybe he was working too hard and finally cracked.

No such luck crook! I just happen to have some other plans to attend to. You may sleep now my little dragon. For your nightmares will come tonight. Eh hee hee. Eh hee hee. Ah ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA!!!

" Ah!" Kaiba cried out in dread. He was still there. He knew he was looking for him and he was still in control of everything. He needed to find out what the hell was going on and put an end to it now.

" K'so! The duel! I left my deck…my briefcase…all my work. I need those papers! Shimatta! I have to go back and get them!" Kaiba held his head in his hands and shook it slowly. This was not a good day.

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Weevil Underwood made his way to Domino District Asylum. He had received an invitation to a duel for that day and someone had called him a coward and threatened to stop on his bugs and throw their remains into a bug zapper.

Well, insults to himself he could handle and throw back; but not to his bugs! He was going to teach this amateur a lesson about dueling and who to mess with when it came to challenges.

Though, it did slightly bother him that he was walking up to an Insane Asylum for a simple duel. He knew nothing about this person and nothing about their deck. He didn't even know their name or what kind of history they had as a duelist. They could be a total proletarian.

A sinister smirk crossed his face as he thought of what he might do to them when they got into it. All his bugs would swam them and they would have no choice but to submit or to face humiliating defeat at the hands of Weevil Underwood.

He walked up to the front desk. He was about to give his name and state his reason for being there when he looked up at the clerks there. They looked like a zombies. Just signing papers and typing on the computers and answering the phones in emotionless voices.

" Domino District Asylum…"

Their eyes were so empty. Like they were there, but they really weren't. Like they were puppets on some grand stage that he wasn't aware of. They didn't blink or seem to miss a beat in anything they did. Like they were preprogrammed or something.

" You are the Bug Duelist…"

Weevil resisted the urge to jump as a large orderly came up behind him and leaned down to look in his eyes. They were large and just a lifeless as the others. What was going on here?

" Yes. I am Weevil Underwood. Where is my prey so I can get this over with and add another victory to my record?" He hoped his brashness would cover his fear.

" I am afraid it will not be that easy. Follow me…" His comatose blue eyes rolled up from Weevil's and focused on the hallway behind them. He walked steadily around Weevil and led the way.

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Weevil followed the large orderly down the sickeningly clean and sterile hallways. All the workers wear dressed in white suits that covered their bodies. The women were allowed to wear white skirts, but they were not very short at all.

The only sound made as they walked was the click of their shoes. No one was talking or following them to see the duel. They just walked on like the automatons they were; totally ignoring their existence.

Casting a glance towards the blond haired man next to him, Weevil noted that he seemed to be walking comatose as well. Maybe he jumped into this challenge a little too fast.

Creeeeekkkkk.

A pair of wide, brown, polished oak doors opened before them. The doors looked like they belonged on the side of a castle or at least a haunted house. They even made the large orderly look small.

" The dueling platform is in the middle of the room. I trust you do not require assistance of any kind?"

" Of course not! I am Weevil Underwood!"

" Yes. You have made that abundantly clear." Weevil started to shoot something back at him, but he thought he saw the man's eyes flash for a minute. " I understand. He's here. You may wait on your platform. He shall not be long."

" Better not be."

" You battle should be interesting. I hope your soul is strong, for your spirit will be tested severely. You would do well to fear him despite your dueling status. At least that way, you can stand somewhat of a chance."

Weevil gave the man a crooked look as he walked out of the room. Never once did he look in his eyes except in the beginning. The whole time, he was like someone's toy they were talking through.

Wandering around the room as he waited for his challenger, he noted the windows had bars. Bars that had scratches on them. Scratches and was there some traces or blood on the glass…?

" Weevil Underwood…"

Weevil turned around quickly at the sound of a voice behind him. Two large pairs of orderlies were walking into the room with a small teenager in between him.

His hair was a pale, pastel blue color. It was shaggy and hid his eyes quite well. Though Weevil was sure he could feel them sizing him up. His skin was as insipid as the white leather chairs around the lobby. He looked so frail and insubstantial, that all his fears melted away immediately. 

He smirked again and threw his hair arrogantly. This boy was so small, he could break him down in a fight. He didn't know why he was so worried about him. He would need these orderlies to help him duel; surely that could work in his cheating favor.

" You are dismissed…" The two orderlies turned on their heel and left without another word or any protest. Weevil raised a brow. Weren't they supposed to be watching him? How could he draw cards, let alone draw them.

" Kangai Underwood-san*…"

Weevil would never forget the next train of events for the rest of his life. He could very well end up in a jacket next to his challenger and he would still remember this.

His challenger lifted his head. His eyes were darker than blood; almost black, but still crimson. He could see them clearly through his muted indigo hair. His eyes glowed a bright, inhumane white and the room seemed to get considerable colder.

A deck floated out of someplace behind him. It hovered in the air just in front of him. His challenger raised his head further; revealing a feral, insane, fanatical grin that sent chills down Weevil's spine and made his instincts go on red alert.

" …Said the spider to the fly. Eh hee hee. Eh hee hee. Ah ha ha. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HAA!!!"

* Welcome Mr. Underwood.