I had no plan to bring Joey or Kaiba into this story, but if I request was
made I would seriously consider it. As for Yami, he and Dasha aren't like
that. I have a plan for Dasha, and if you think about it....it might come to
you. Thank you for all my reviewers, keep it up! It means a lot. Enjoy.
Ch 6: Large Beefy Russian Men and Yugi's Anger
Kai walked in the rain. He was completely soaked, and his skin was going stiff, but he didn't really care. The cold didn't bother him like it did other people. A faint smile graced his lips hearing the ring of his cell phone.
"Tala," he began in his native tongue, "I talked to you five minutes ago. Nothing has changed. I will call you when I find her."
"....Uh Kai?"
"...Rei?"
"....Yeah."
"...I thought you were someone else."
"I was getting worried about you."
"I'm fine."
"Where are you?"
"In Japan.....where are you?"
"I'm still staying at the apartment Mr. Dickinson got me in Tokyo."
"...Alright."
"...Rei?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
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"So you're the King of Games huh?"
"Yes."
"This is too cool."
"We should call home, let everyone know what happened," Dasha spoke up.
Yami nodded, and taking out a cell phone, dialed quickly, "It's me. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay," he handed the phone to Dasha.
Dasha smiled, "Hey mini-me. Yeah, everything's alright. We're headed to Tokyo. Okay. I'll call you soon. Thanks for letting Ya-..Yugi come with me," Dasha winked at the spirit, "Bye."
"This is our stop," Tyson stood up.
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"Hey Mr. D!" Tyson exclaimed sitting down across from the older man in small Tokyo restaurant.
"Hello Tyson....and you must be Dasha?"
"Yes..." Dasha and Yami both sat down, absent-minded scanning the restaurant.
"I'm uneasy," Yami whispered to Dasha.
Dasha nodded to him, but spoke to Mr. Dickinson, "I am relived to meet you at last."
"I'll be back," Tyson headed to the rest room.
"Was the documentation I sent helpful?"
"Yes-" Mr. Dickinson began, but cut off when a rather large man approached their table, placing his hands on Dasha's shoulders.
"I think it would be in your best interest to come with me," the man spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"And I think," Yami began slowly, standing, "it would be in your best interests to back away from her."
"And I think it would be in your best interests to sit back down, porcupine head."
Yami smirked, as the man suddenly went flying across the room, Dasha raised an eyebrow, "Was that necessary?"
"Yes," Yami said, noticing several other large, beefy, Russian men heading their way, "we've got more trouble."
Dasha hesitated, looking at Mr. Dickinson, who spoke quickly "Run. I'll be fine, they're not after me. For god's sake, run."
Dasha nodded, and they ran.
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K.H.
As I send you this I can see the girl you're looking. Tokyo. She and the King of Games were running from four men. Per your request, I will not approach.
D.S.
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Dasha happened to look over her shoulder as all of the men chasing her in time to get hit in the forehead with a rock. She stumbled, but kept up with Yami, who in turn gave the men a look of rage, and suddenly blasted them backyards. Yami continued to run next to her, but his eyes gained a glazed over look. A moment later they cleared and Dasha spoke.
"Yugi sensed you used your shadow magic didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He's pissed isn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He wants us to come home, doesn't he?"
"Yeah."
Dasha smirked, hailing a cab, "He's cute when he's mad."
"He's cute all the time," Yami blushed, realizing he had said that aloud as she opened the door to the cab.
"You two are too much," Dasha slid into the seat.
"Please don't tell him I said that."
"He isn't stupid; he sees the way you look at him."
"What do you mean?"
Dasha rolled her eyes, "Nothing."
Ch 6: Large Beefy Russian Men and Yugi's Anger
Kai walked in the rain. He was completely soaked, and his skin was going stiff, but he didn't really care. The cold didn't bother him like it did other people. A faint smile graced his lips hearing the ring of his cell phone.
"Tala," he began in his native tongue, "I talked to you five minutes ago. Nothing has changed. I will call you when I find her."
"....Uh Kai?"
"...Rei?"
"....Yeah."
"...I thought you were someone else."
"I was getting worried about you."
"I'm fine."
"Where are you?"
"In Japan.....where are you?"
"I'm still staying at the apartment Mr. Dickinson got me in Tokyo."
"...Alright."
"...Rei?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"So you're the King of Games huh?"
"Yes."
"This is too cool."
"We should call home, let everyone know what happened," Dasha spoke up.
Yami nodded, and taking out a cell phone, dialed quickly, "It's me. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay," he handed the phone to Dasha.
Dasha smiled, "Hey mini-me. Yeah, everything's alright. We're headed to Tokyo. Okay. I'll call you soon. Thanks for letting Ya-..Yugi come with me," Dasha winked at the spirit, "Bye."
"This is our stop," Tyson stood up.
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"Hey Mr. D!" Tyson exclaimed sitting down across from the older man in small Tokyo restaurant.
"Hello Tyson....and you must be Dasha?"
"Yes..." Dasha and Yami both sat down, absent-minded scanning the restaurant.
"I'm uneasy," Yami whispered to Dasha.
Dasha nodded to him, but spoke to Mr. Dickinson, "I am relived to meet you at last."
"I'll be back," Tyson headed to the rest room.
"Was the documentation I sent helpful?"
"Yes-" Mr. Dickinson began, but cut off when a rather large man approached their table, placing his hands on Dasha's shoulders.
"I think it would be in your best interest to come with me," the man spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"And I think," Yami began slowly, standing, "it would be in your best interests to back away from her."
"And I think it would be in your best interests to sit back down, porcupine head."
Yami smirked, as the man suddenly went flying across the room, Dasha raised an eyebrow, "Was that necessary?"
"Yes," Yami said, noticing several other large, beefy, Russian men heading their way, "we've got more trouble."
Dasha hesitated, looking at Mr. Dickinson, who spoke quickly "Run. I'll be fine, they're not after me. For god's sake, run."
Dasha nodded, and they ran.
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K.H.
As I send you this I can see the girl you're looking. Tokyo. She and the King of Games were running from four men. Per your request, I will not approach.
D.S.
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Dasha happened to look over her shoulder as all of the men chasing her in time to get hit in the forehead with a rock. She stumbled, but kept up with Yami, who in turn gave the men a look of rage, and suddenly blasted them backyards. Yami continued to run next to her, but his eyes gained a glazed over look. A moment later they cleared and Dasha spoke.
"Yugi sensed you used your shadow magic didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He's pissed isn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He wants us to come home, doesn't he?"
"Yeah."
Dasha smirked, hailing a cab, "He's cute when he's mad."
"He's cute all the time," Yami blushed, realizing he had said that aloud as she opened the door to the cab.
"You two are too much," Dasha slid into the seat.
"Please don't tell him I said that."
"He isn't stupid; he sees the way you look at him."
"What do you mean?"
Dasha rolled her eyes, "Nothing."