By animeninjaNIPPON

I sat in my room pondering what went on that afternoon two weeks ago. When I finished emptying my digestive tract, Haga handed me a paper napkin and said we would never speak of it again. Then I realized that I'd been robbed.

I didn't want to stay in my room all day on a mild-weathered Sunday afternoon, but I didn't really want to go out and be tormented, either. Perhaps Haga wanted to talk to me… I was so bored and lonely, and I hadn't seen him since the infamous vomiting incident. In between thoughts of getting sweet revenge on Jonouchi and buying new Duel Monsters cards, I thought about Haga pulling my hair back, then giving me a napkin… and every time that memory crossed my mind, I felt a weird tingling in my stomach – not a feeling of illness, but something else. Something indescribable…

Fed up with the confusion, I sprang to my feet. I had a feeling that the weirdness had something to do with my being cooped up inside, so I decided to go for a walk. I didn't get two blocks down the street when I saw a group of scrawny nerds waiting to ambush me. I could hear them muttering…

"So, did you hear about that Yugi Mutoh?"

"You mean, that kid who beat Kaiba?"

"Not only that, he beat the all-Japan champion Insector Haga!"

"Insector Haga." For some reason, hearing those words – that name - gave me this bizarre feeling in my chest. It was as though someone shot a lightning bolt through my heart that fizzled through my veins and made my hair stand on end. It kind of hurt, but at the same time, I didn't want it to go away.

"I'll bet you a thousand yen that he wins the tournament…"

I didn't stick around to hear the rest of the conversation. Instead, I turned and ran the other way. Having no one to talk to was making me lose my mind. That was the only logical explanation for what was happening to me.

Despite how fast I ran, I couldn't shake the idea that Haga was driving me crazy. Nothing I did could deter my thoughts of him. I had known that kid for ages – or had I? Why was his image plaguing my mind so subtly?

I thought I should go look for him to cease my manic musings. However, I felt scared. I don't know why, but I was afraid to see him. Something was going wrong in my mind, and it was starting to affect my body. I couldn't run anymore.

I looked around and found myself in the same back alley I paid a visit to a fortnight ago. By this time I was hunched over, gasping for air.

"God, help me," I moaned.

End of part three