Ave Maria
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
A funeral for a friend, how was he supposed to react to that? Should he cry there and if he did, would people think less of him? How would finally seeing his best friend's lifeless body affect him? Would he just put his life on hold like Kaiba or would he be able to keep going like Mai? For the first time, he was going to be facing the nightmare that they had all survived.
He sighed as Mai walked through the door, carrying stuffed bags from various department stores. He hated clothes and therefore shopping by association. It made him wary that she was picking out what he would wear since he didn't have any clothes. She was going to mess up his unique style.
"What'd you buy me?"
She shifted through the bags. " T-shirt, jeans, sneakers…and a suit."
"I am not wearing a suit."
Her eyes narrowed. " You are not going to Yugi's funeral looking like a hoodlum."
"Then I guess you would have to change clothes as well," he responded. She was wearing a short black short that exposed her stomach with a equally short red jacket over it, with stone-washed jeans with chains dangling across the back of them.
"Of course I will. Why would you think I wouldn't?" she snapped. "Sit up. Untie your nightgown and put on the shirt." She flung the shirt at him and he barely caught it before it slapped his face. He looked it over, finding it acceptable. It was a yellow t-shirt with a tractor on it.
"Do you have PMS or something? You're being a bitch." He asked.
He received a death glare. " I do not have PMS and I find it rather rude that you would mention that to a lady."
He rolled his eyes. She wasn't a lady. He reached behind his neck to undo the strings. He found a complicated knot and he looked at her, requesting her help.
She sighed and started to undo the knot. Her fingers were ice-cold against his neck and it made him want to jump every time they brushed his skin.
"I'm not bitchy. It's just we have two hours before we have to meet our plane. Shopping took longer then I expected because traffic was horrible and I couldn't find what I was looking for. I am sorry for taking it out on you but you are an easy target, " she pulled the string and he felt the top part of the robe slip off. " Put your shirt on."
He slipped it on and he was surprised to find it fit perfectly. It wasn't too tight or big.
"I need you to stand up for the pants." She told him and he flung his feet over the side of the bed and stood up.
Everything began to swirl around him and his foot hurt under the excursion of having his weight on it.
Colorful fuzzies blanketed his eyesight and she caught him as he tumbled forward.
"Idiot. You haven't stood up in weeks. You have to do it slowly," she chided and dragged him towards the wall. " Put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself."
He did what she asked and eventually the dizziness subsided enough that he didn't feel like he was going to hurl. It was then that he realized that Mai's eyes were adverted from him, and when he looked at himself to figure it out, he saw that his nightgown was still tied, but it was pooling at his ankles and he didn't have boxers on.
He blushed- felt rather awkward and exposed - and he heard her chuckle as she rummaged through the bags of clothes. "Don't worry about it, Jonouchi. It isn't anything I haven't seen before." She pulled out the boxers and handed them to him.
He glared at her and slipped them over his feet. He took his hand off the wall to pull them up and again he felt the whoosh in his mind, and he felt Mai catch him by the shoulders.
"Alright. Either you let me dress you or you let me support you. We can't have you passing out before we get on the plane."
He chose the less humiliating approach and leaned against the girl as he pulled up his boxers and then the pants. When he turned around, red-faced and angry at the fact that this act had embarrassed him so much, he found Mai looking perfectly calm, like she did this every day. He couldn't believe she was handing it so maturely.
"Ready to go?"
He nodded. She grabbed her purse and swung it over her shoulder before grabbing his hand. Her fingers were so small compared to his and he looked up at her confused.
"I take it you don't want to walk around on crutches," was her response.
He wasn't sure if he was more offended that she was helping him or that it wasn't done out of romantic intent.
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He wasn't blind. He saw the way people looked and responded to the blonde as she pushed him around the airport in a borrowed wheelchair. Men would stop and stare at her, women would sneer, and everyone else looked upon her with respect and near worship. It didn't help that the Time magazine she was on was on every newsstand since it had just hit Japan a few days ago.
Then their eyes were drift to him. They saw the boy that she saved and gave her looks of pity because she was now responsible for him. It wasn't the sort of look he wanted. People should be envious of him for being with such a beautiful girl.
Mai ignored the stares she got and located their rental car in the parking lot. She dropped her suitcases in the back seat and motioned for him to stand up and get in the car. He was scared that he was going to fall again like he had done on the exit runway, which had resulted in them getting the wheelchair, but it went smoothly, his foot not giving out this time. She abandoned the wheelchair in a parking spot and got in the car, fishing out the key, and starting the engine.
She wasn't a bad driver. She just liked to go at obsessive speeds in the convertible so her hair would tangle and wrap around her face. It made him nervous because of all the cars that were on the road but she didn't seem to care. Several close calls later with a police officer, and she pulled into a small parking lot.
"We. Are. Not. Staying. Here."
Jonouchi sounded so defiant and she laughed, getting out of the car. " It's just Kaiba's mansion."
"No," he refused as she walked around to the other side to open his door.
"Jonouchi. I don't have money to spare and we need a place to stay. Mokuba offered. Stop whining and be a freakin' man, " she hissed.
" I don't like him, " was his comment as he stepped out of the car.
"I really don't care," she responded as she swung the duffel bag over her shoulder. "Come."
He dragged his feet as they made their way to the front door. Mai was in front of him, the thin heels tapping against the pavement as she glided up the stairs. She seemed to be in her element, he realized, and he reluctantly sped up to get into the sliding door, wincing every time his foot hit the ground.
They were in the center of the house with two carpeted staircases on either side, adorned with gold railings. A chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling, candles surrounding the rims with real flames that waved with the circulation of the air. The floor was so polished that he could see his reflection at his feet. He looked pretty scraggly.
Someone cleared their throat and he looked up. Kaiba was walking down the stairs, eyes locked on his, dressed in a fitted sweater and black dress pants. Jonouchi immediately felt the stirrings of hatred. The only thing the moment required was a red carpet and trumpets blaring out the announcement of a king approaching.
"Mutt," he acknowledged when he reached the end of the stairs. Jonouchi glared and Kaiba turned his attention to Mai who was standing next to him.
"Hello Kaiba-san. It is nice to finally meet you" she said, putting out her hand. Jonouchi looked at her strangely, not understanding the gesture, but as always Kaiba did, which again made him angry, and shook it then brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it.
"The pleasure is all mine."
"Close your mouth before the flies get in," Mai told him and he did just that. He found it shocking that
Kaiba could be kind. She turned to Kaiba. " Where are our rooms? I want to set my bag down."
"3rd floor, second room to the left."
"Alright. Thanks, " she gave him a gracious smile and walked up the stairs. Kaiba watched her until she was out of sight and then turned to Jonouchi who was unable to hide his anger.
"Watch it, mutt. You are almost foaming at the mouth," his voice had turned back from the gentleman and was now the hard emotionless voice that Jou knew only so well.
"Why did you do that to her?" he asked.
"Unbeknownst to you, some of us know how to actually be a gentlemen," he replied.
"I'm a gentleman!"
Kaiba rolled his eyes at the pure loudness of the voice. In the ancient mansion, it echoed, increasing the volume to unbearable levels especially for his migraine-induced mindset. "You're a dog. You don't have manners. You depend on your master for everything from food to walking to affection."
"And you're what? A man?"
Kaiba had an extreme desire to ruffle Jonouchi's wild hair. He would have done it too just to piss him off but he needed to restrain himself. "Of course I am. Now if you excuse me, I need to tell my chefs to set two more plates."
"Wait a second, Kaiba!" Jonouchi barked as Kaiba walked away. " I thought you were all psycho and comatose. What happened?"
Kaiba just kept walking, not bothering to turn around. ' Does it disappoint you that much that I am fine and you are not."
Jonouchi shot daggers at the back of the retreating figure.
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"You're faking."
He spun his chair around away with the computer where he had been doing data spreads. Mai was standing at the door to his office, dressed in very short plaid boxers and a black tank top. He looked at the clock for the first time in hours and realized it was past midnight.
"And what am I faking, Ms. Mai?" he chose to speak in English.
Her face lit up as she answered back. " Your health. You are acting just like you should be."
"Is it any of your business?" he switched back to Japanese.
She smiled. " No. It's not. Jonouchi spent the entire night ranting about how you are a horrible person. I just wanted to inform you that your little ploy has worked wonderfully."
He had to smile back. He had read her wrong earlier. She wasn't anything like Shizuka with her bothersome questions and self-righteous attitude. This girl was much more calm despite the seductive image she was making as she leaned against the doorframe.
"What are you doing up? I can get you some pills to make you sleep." He asked.
"Jet lag isn't the problem. I don't sleep much. And I got bored and decided to bother you." She kicked lightly the door closed and sat down on his couch.
"Maybe I didn't want to be bothered," he suggested.
"Maybe not. But those data sheets are your brother's work. And Kaibas don't make mistakes. You just want to look busy in case Jonouchi gets up and tries to annoy you again."
She was sharper then he gave her credit for. She wasn't just a pretty face. That made him a little bit happier. " Is that an assumption?"
"No. Fact. Neither of you can afford to make mistakes."
She blew off a potential argument with no problem. He was enjoying this little test of his.
"Is English your native language?" he asked, remembering her speech on the news. It wasn't only fluent but she didn't have the accent that many Japanese had when speaking it.
"Yeah. I was born in Chicago."
He had been there once for business. All the men he was doing business with went out to a seedy bar to drink and he had felt left out since he was underage and he wasn't going to get drunk and possibly wreck his chances of getting the deal. It had been strippers there. The men enjoyed them. He didn't. He found them somewhat offensive and lewd.
"Have you ever been to Beth's?"
"Yeah. I worked there for a year or so."
Another interesting tidbit of information on the girl to store away. He was curious to know if she was a stripper or a bartender there.
"Why did Shizuka come over here instead of you when my brother called you?" That had been bothering him for several days and not in a good way. He was still pissed off at himself for losing his temper around her.
"Truthfully, I did have to work but I didn't want to see her anymore. She was annoying."
"So, you sent her to me?"
"Yep." She smiled again at him. She had a very pretty smile though it made him sort of sad to see it. He thought back and he realized that in the several hours that she and the mutt had been living there, she had not smiled at Jonouchi once. That was another mood brightener.
"Oh well. Mokuba thinks she brought me out of my depression state, so I guess it's okay that you sent her."
"I don't think he believes that. He isn't as naïve as he pretends to be."
She has said exactly what he felt. He couldn't remember a time when anybody identified that characteristic of Mokuba. They just saw him as hero-worshipping his evil older brother.
"I know. Let me pretend."
She nodded and stood up, pulling down her shorts that had ridden up around her thighs. " Night." She said, and waved her goodbye, walking out of the room.
Kaiba smirked and went back to checking Mokuba's work.
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She was annoyed. The only girl in the whole household who actually had to prim themselves to go to the funeral was the only one done on time. Sure, she had had to get up an hour earlier to shower, do her hair, and apply make-up but she was ready.
The dress was casual, or so Shizuka told her, so she settled on a pair of gold Capri and a pale flowing pink top. She assumed the guys would just wear black pants and a button-down shirt. It shouldn't take them an hour to put that on which was when she had woke Jonouchi up.
She sighed and stood up, stomping up the stairs in her heels to find both Kaiba and Jonouchi. She went first in the direction Kaiba had his office since she had no clue where he slept. Sure enough, he was in there because she could hear talking. When she opened the door, ready to chew him out for being late, she stopped.
Kaiba was sitting in his chair, painstakingly threading Mokuba's tie through the loop. Both were fully dressed in business attire and she smiled, closing the door.
She marched up to the next floor where she knew Jonouchi was staying, and found him in his room, sitting on his bed. He was playing with his tie, completely lost in his own world.
"Do you not know how to put it on?" she asked.
He nodded and she walked over to him and grabbed the tie.
"If you had problems with it, you should have found me or Kaiba to help you. We're now going to be late," she mumbled as she tightened it, putting it under the folds of the collar.
"Kaiba knows how to?"
"He has had to be able to do his own ties since he was a child," she answered.
"Damn." He slipped on his jacket and followed her out of the room.
Kaiba was waiting for them at the front door. As they walked to the limo, she compared the difference between Kaiba and Jonouchi who were arguing in front of her. Kaiba was all-pressed lines, every piece of the suit designed to compliment the others. Jonouchi's suit wasn't wrinkled but not exactly freshly ironed since it had sat in a suitcase for the past two days, and even though she had got matching pieces, they didn't seem to belong with another. She suspected he might have subbed some of his own clothes for the ones she picked.
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Jonouchi didn't realize that Yugi knew so many people. His funeral was packed and it was hard to weave through the crowd. He saw duelists he hadn't seen in years crying and the more shady ones were lurking in the corners using it as an opportunity to trade cards. The whole school had shown up including all the kids who used to bully him who were apologizing as they walked up to his open casket. All the girls who had turned their noses at him, thinking he was just another short nerd, were sobbing hysterically like they had actually cared about him.
Overall, it was an interesting sight to behold especially with the antisocial Kaiba having to make social graces. He did it with charm but his eyes kept shifting back and forth, looking for escape. Mai was trapped as well, making conversation with random people who kept coming up to her.
It would have been funny if this were just a party and not a funeral for his best friend. He felt sad that he had to keep reminding himself that. He kept forgetting that Yugi was dead and then suddenly it would click in his mind and it would become a reality.
That wasn't going to work for him. He felt like he was avoiding acknowledging the death, like if he didn't see the dead body, it never occurred. No one he knew was near him and so he made his way up to the alter where Yugi's coffin lay.
Pictures of Yugi lined the banisters of the stairs, candles placed between the photos to give it an almost heavenly glow. There was pictures with Yugi and him together, smiling after he had won his first tournament. There were victory shots of Yugi's wins in Battle City, the golden puzzle dangling around his neck. He was cradling it in his hands like it was something precious. It made Jonouchi wonder if Atem knew about his host's death. But then again, he didn't know if Atem really existed outside the hold of Yugi's body.
Anzu was standing next to him, hair flowing in the wind. The pointy ends of his hair just barely came to her shoulder and he looked more like her lap dog then he did her friend. His gaze spoke volumes of the love he held for her, and she would never get to find out that.
He turned away. He couldn't stand seeing all the memories he had had with his friends that served as reminders of things he would never have again. He had no one now. The only people who were left to support him were a narcissistic billionaire with severe psychological issues who despised him and a beautiful girl who saved his life for no reason without ever knowing his name. He didn't trust either of them enough yet to replace that hole in his life.
Yugi's coffin was made of gold. He found it sort of fitting for among it were the engravings of Egyptian hieroglyphs that had dominated their teenage years. He steeled himself for the coming moment and leaned over to see Yugi's body.
He didn't seem dead. But he didn't seem like he was sleeping either. He looked like a doll, dressed in a nice black suit, hair combed down, dyed back to its natural black color, open eyes that had had the lids pressed down because the person who played with it got sick of it staring at them. It made Jonouchi feel ill. The body he was looking at wasn't Yugi. It was just some sick demented version of it, made to cover up all the flaws in Yugi that everyone had loved about him.
"Who did this?" he asked Sugoroku who had come up behind him.
"His parents," Sugoroku answered distastefully.
"Bastards. Did the second he die, they came running home to see their son?"
Sugoroku nodded, and Jonouchi growled. Yugi's parents had handed Yugi to his grandfather when he was little and went off traveling the world, doing whatever they pleased. Neither visited or sent presents.
Jonouchi remembered Yugi telling him that he found out that he did have a mother and father after he had beat Kaiba the first time in a duel because his mother came home, not to congratulate him but to tell him that his card games wouldn't get him anywhere in life and so he needed to study. Yugi didn't listen and continued to duel which was what ultimately killed him. But he did die happy. He died not realizing that if he hadn't dueled, he still wouldn't have gotten his mother in his life.
He had anger that needed to explode and he searched the crowd for Yugi's parents. He had never seen them before but he had a suspicion that they were much like his own mother and dressed in the best clothes money could offer.
He spotted them in the back corner; being swarmed by old ladies who were offering apologizes to the grieving couple. Jonouchi stormed over to where they were, intent on making a scene.
"Hello," he greeted them, purposely leaving off any title to them. He wanted to appear like a rude kid. Yugi's mother turned her head to stare at him. Her look was one of looking at poop at the ground.
"Who would you be?"
She was being polite but cold, and it made him want to smile. He wasn't going to give her the pleasure of knowing his name. "Why did you dye Yugi's hair black?"
"It's his hair color." The husband had decided to butt in, wrapping his hand around his wife's waist.
"It's not. He has hair that is three colors: pink, blonde, and black. Why did you change it?"
"It was improper," she answered.
"Why did you dress him in a suit? He hates suits." Jonouchi knew his voice was getting louder. He didn't care. It didn't matter who heard him or if he caused a commotion. He was doing the job that Yugi never got to finish: confronting the parents.
"It is traditional to put the dead body in…."
"HE'S NOT A DEAD BODY. HE'S YOUR FUCKIN' SON!"
Eyes were turning to look at him and he gasped for enough breath to finish his tirade. " Yugi is Yugi and you have no right to change him for his funeral. How dare you even show up when the only thing you did for him was to bring him into this world and then abandon him?"
Both of Yugi's parents were blinking, shocked, not understanding that this was the moment they denied everything or screamed back. They just stared there looking like dead fish.
"Daddy. Daddy," Jonouchi heard a little kid's voice and he looked down to see a toddler tugging at Yugi's father's sleeve. " I have to go bathroom." It was Jonouchi's turn to stare at Yugi's father picked out the child and carried him to the bathroom. His wife shot Jonouchi a dirty look and followed behind him.
"Do you feel better now that you made a fool of yourself?" Kaiba hissed into his ear. He hadn't heard the taller boy sneak up on him.
"I do," he answered, spinning around to prepare for a fight
Kaiba smiled at him and for once it wasn't arrogant or conceited. It was one of evil satisfaction. " Good. They deserved it."
For once in his life, he agreed with Kaiba.
"Come. The funeral is starting," he told him and as Jonouchi followed him to their seats in the front row, he wondered why Kaiba was being so nice to him. He thought it could be the situation they were in. Kaiba may have not been Yugi's best friend but a connection lay between the two that he could never come between. In Kaiba, Yugi had had an equal. Even the billionaire couldn't deny that.
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Kaiba despised funerals. He thought they were worthless ceremonies which were spent by people who honestly didn't care about the person socializing and the ones who actually were grieving were useless masses of pity, breaking into tears every few seconds, making everyone uncomfortable.
Yugi's funeral applied to this except there were no tears. Most of the people who would be crying when he died were dead themselves and the ones that should be didn't care. That was why he decided to be nice to Jonouchi for a few minutes. He wanted to hurt them the minute he discovered who they were. Jonouchi had prevented him from making a spectacle out of himself and for the most part, said exactly what he had wanted to say.
They had taken seats in the second row, partly because he and Jonouchi were considered the best friends of Yugi. And in a way, he was Yugi's friend. After the first time they met, he stopped trying to kill him and instead aimed to be a nuisance in Yugi's life, always trying to best him and then helping him out when the boy ran into trouble. Despite all the horrible things he had done, Yugi had forgiven him and kept trying to be his friend. To his day, he didn't understand why. If he had been Yugi, he would have just written himself off as a jerk. But Yugi kept giving him opportunities and including him in his plans and always treated him kindly. He wasn't used to that.
He regretted not spending time with Yugi, getting to know the smaller boy. It was sad that it took Yugi dying before his eyes for him to realize that. He wanted to cry as people came up to talk about Yugi and what a wonderful person he was. He never got a chance to see that, always seeing him a rival or as a loser.
But Kaibas don't cry. It was the first law that Gozaburo taught him. Emotions would be used against you. Eliminate them from your life and you shall live.
Funny how the first thing that happened when Yugi was shot was he lost control of his emotions. He wanted to kill everyone in that room and wanted to bring Yugi back to life. He had screamed and cried, and pleaded to a God he knew didn't exist to save them. And as Yugi died, he remembered the last words he had said in a brief second of consciousness. " Fight on."
Their whole relationship had been based off of fighting and trying to be number one but now he could see what it was really about. He was fighting against Yugi not for a title but chasing after him to find the happiness he knew Yugi had. It was the happiness of people who understood him and accepted him for what he was, not for what he could give them. It was the support of people to catch him when he faltered and the unconditional love of a family.
He could have had that. If only he had taken Yugi up on the offer of friendship. Maybe he wouldn't be contemplating these thoughts as a priest who never met Yugi talked about him being a gift from God. Maybe he could stop looking at people as adversaries and more like friends.
Kaiba looked to either side of him. Jonouchi was watching the priest, transfixed but also angry. The mutt reminded him a lot of himself except he did not have the refined manners and social skills that he had had to learn to live the life Gozaburo required of him. That was why he enjoyed annoying the blonde. It was a way for him to feel in touch with his former self. To his other side, sat Mai, zoning out, picking at her peeling nail polish. He wasn't good with understanding women but she reminded him a lot of himself as well. She seemed to be the equal of what he was now, but unlike Jonouchi, she was an unknown quantity. When he thought about, neither he or Jonouchi knew anything about her other then she was a top-ranked duelists and had survived the shootings. Neither of them knew how she did it and he had only received sparse details of her life via their conversations.
He let his mind wander back to the funeral and the sound of applause. Another person had gone up to speak about Yugi and he tried to listen in. And when that failed, it would retreat back to his thoughts.
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She was bored beyond belief. The funeral was dragging on and on, and she was itching to get out of her seat and make a run for the bathroom. It wasn't like she knew Yugi well enough to feel she had to listen to the speech. He was just another kid that she saw at tournaments who always said hi to her. Boys were always saying hi to her, thinking that hey, if I were nice, maybe she'd talk to me. Mai never gave them that opportunity. She never responded to them. They weren't worth her time and energy.
She had gone to the funeral to keep the boys company and perhaps learn more about the kid who had impacted both of them so greatly. She was aware of the rivalry between Kaiba and Yugi, and the friendship between Jonouchi and Yugi. It was the talk of the competitions when either one were to fight Yugi. People who normally won't watch the duels would flock to the stadium or wherever they chose to have the duel.
She wasn't one of those people however. It didn't matter who won. It wasn't her…
People were getting out of their chairs and she followed, thanking some deity that she could go back to Kaiba's and crash. Jonouchi and Kaiba were behind her and she stopped as they neared the road where the limo was parked. Black vans were parked all along the streets, reporters swarming around the area. She backed up, trying to get away from them, but the surge of people formed a blockade and she watched in horror as one feisty male reporter spotted her and jogged, cameraman in tow.
"We are covering live the funeral of Mutou Yugi which appears to have just ended. Our special correspondent, Kujaku Mai, has volunteered to relay us with the events. Go ahead, Mai."
She stared blankly at the camera that was pushed into her face, wondering why the hell did this have to happen to her? Why was the man lying so blatantly and what was she going to say to save this from being a train wreck?
The reporter decided to save her, seeing his story slowly slipping down the drain. "How does Mr. Mutou's make you feel?"
"Well, of course, it makes me sad…" she stated, sticking to the obvious emotions. She truthfully didn't feel much of anything. The reporter was giving her a nasty look off the camera sight and she continued, making it up as she went. "Yugi was a wonderful man, always kind and trying to help others out. It is a tragedy that such a fine person had to die in such an horrific event and it…."
As Mai listed off of the admirable traits Yugi possessed, Jonouchi wandered off, seething. How dare she talk about him like she knew him? How dare she represent all his friends and family that had honestly cared about him and just didn't know him by association?
He found Sugoroku standing near the side, watching the interview with an unreadable expression on his face.
"They should be talking about Yugi to you not her," he mumbled, joining the man.
"It's alright."
"How dare that bitch talk to them acting like she's some hot-shot who has known Yugi all her life instead of a duelist who never had a chance to meet him because she was nowhere in his league," he fumed.
"She's talking to them because she's a hero," Sugoroku said calmly.
"Huh?"
"It wouldn't be a story if you or I talked about Yugi. It would not make the public's dismay of seeing someone so bright and talented dead. But to see her talk about it, it brings hope. She is their hero, she was created by them to be the symbol of the good that has come out of this. She isn't allowed to let them down and say she didn't know Yugi. She just has to keep pretending for everyone's sake."
Jonouchi watched the rest of the interview in silence, taking in what Sugoroku said.
A.N: I hate this chapter. I believe it sucks but I can't think of how to fix it and it's not like I have this huge fan following anyhow.It could that the relationships between Kaiba/Mai, Mai/Jonouchi are too sudden feeling but hey, I wrote it. I am too lazy to change it.