Pheu! Looooong chapter or at least compared to the last two. YAY! It was originally two chapters but they were both kinda short.
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Yeah, the card is actually "Deal of Phantom", but it sounded better with a "the".
No you can't lie to me spell check! Avoidant is a word! I swear! So is mumblings! Really it is!
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Chaputa 6: Deal of the Phantom
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"Hello!" the boy with light copper skin yelled, jumping up and down in front of the video camera. "Anyone there!" he cried, balancing himself on top of his toes to get directly into view of the camera. The boy pouted in frustration, glaring at the men he knew were watching. He thrust his upper body onto the nearby table and kicked off the wall to get on top of it. With no help from his arms, which were currently being restrained by the straight jacket, he pulled himself up onto his knees and then stood up on the table, now eye level with the camera.
"Helloooooooo!" he called his breath fogging up the lens. "I'm still here! And I really, really need to go to the bathroom!" He put one of his pale violet eyes up to the lens trying to peer into the electric contraption. "I know you can hear me!" he growled in a sing-songy voice. "Come on, I'm going to piss in my pants!"
There was a click and whirl of gadgets as the electric lock on the boy's door unlocked. A male nurse with an overweight waistline and a chin that didn't looked properly shaved walked in, grunting. The boy turned away from the camera and sighed, frowning slightly.
"Took you long enough…" the boy complained, platinum blonde hair falling in front of his eyes as he sat ungracefully down on top the table. "You guys never send any cute nurses, I always get stuck with the ugly ones…"
"Shut your mouth and get going," the nurse grunted and held the door open for the teenage boy. The boy slid awkwardly off the table and strode through the doorway smugly, the man closing the door behind him. The patient, knowing the path by heart, led the way while the nurse followed closely behind him down the short corridor to the bathroom at the end. The nurse held the door open for the boy, grunting.
"Thank you sir," the boy mocked and walked inside. The nurse was about to close it when the patient stopped the door with his foot. "Please sir," he imitated in his best innocent child's voice. "I might need some help, seeing as I have no hands…"
The man rolled his eyes and stepped in closing the door behind them. The boy chanced a quick scan of the ceiling; cameras weren't allowed in the bathrooms, something about patients having privacy rights. Worked all the better for his plan.
"What do you need me to do?" the man sighed scratching the back of his head so that dandruff fell like snow down his back. The boy's face twisted with disgust.
'Gross man,' he thought feeling nauseous. He shook his head violently, 'Keep to the plan…'
"Actually…" he suggested, his voice deadly serious and his eyes narrowing, taking a step forward. The man blinked and the teenager pounced smashing the man's head against the wall behind him. The man's body fell hard onto the floor and the boy sat on his chest, pinning the nurse's arms to the floor with his bare feet.
"What the hell!" the man cried, struggling to expand his lungs, head spinning from his concussion with the wall. The boy's weight was suffocating him. "Get off me!" he gasped, his grimy face rapidly turning red.
"Look at me," the boy ordered firmly, his face hovering above the man's own. The boy's voice felt oddly sweet and calming. Seemingly against his will, the man turned his face irresistibly upward. "Look into my eyes," the patient commanded. His pale violet eyes glowed, pouring down into the man's ugly brown ones. The nurse became dizzy his eyes drooped half-closed and his thick limbs relaxed. The boy sighed in satisfaction and lifted his face to the ceiling.
"Man, that always takes too long…" he moaned as he got up from the man's body. "Now slave, get this disgusting jacket off me…"
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"That kid is creepy," the man at the TV screen said as the people in the camera room waited for the kid and nurse to come out of the bathroom. "Last week he tried to chew the video camera off the wall."
"Seriously," the nurse next to him agreed, rising her mug of coffee to him. "I heard he tried to escape through the air vent. They had to put the jacket on him just so he wouldn't hurt himself."
"They sure are taking a long time…" the man said, watching the screen intently.
"Don't worry about it, see they're coming out now," the nurse answered and pointed at the TV screen. The two of them watched as the nurse and the boy walked out of the bathroom and back down the hallway to the patient's room. "What the…?" the woman with the coffee wondered, staring at the TV screen with more concentration. Instead of turning left to the patient's room at the end of the corridor they turned right. The nurse on the screen was opening the double doors to the main hall outside, bringing the patient with him.
"What is he doing!" the man exclaimed panicked. "Sound the alarm!" he instructed the woman and ran out into the hallway. The nurse dashed over to the control board and pressed the red button on the side. Red lights flashed through out the wing.
"Red Alert! Red Alert!" she called into the microphone. "Patient Y1 has escaped into the main hallway! I repeat, patient Y1 has escaped into the main hallway!"
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"Open the door," Malik commanded smugly. The nurse sluggishly punched in the access code and pushed the door open. Malik smirked as he walked through the doorway. Red lights flashed over head as people in the hallway screamed and ran about. The boy lifted his head up to the ceiling and laughed, excitement filling his lungs.
A pair of large bulky doctors in white suits approached slowly towards them. "Calm down," one of them said cautiously, hands out stretched. "We don't want to hurt you."
Malik smirked. "The feeling's not mutual…" he answered coldly. His mind slave charged blindly forward and slammed the two doctors into the wall behind them, clearing the path for Malik.
The boy ran down the corridor into the connecting main hallway. A nurse tried to grab him as he turned the corner; he slipped off his loosened straight jacket and flung it in her face, blinding her. Tearing down the hall at full speed dodging medical carts and doctors, he sprinted passed rows and rows of screaming patients.
"Good luck without me! Bastards!" he cried, laughing his head off at his fellow cellmates with their noses pressed against the tiny windows in their doors. Malik ran with his heart in his throat, panic and anticipation fighting for a grip over his emotions. Down the hall the door was in sight, his freedom was just a corridor away. 'I'm almost there!' he thought, legs kicking hard against the cold tile floor. 'I'm going to make it!'
Three men jumped into his path and their arms latched onto him. Malik screamed and struggled furiously, scratching and biting the men to fight them off. A familiar pressure was building up in his brain, the pain cracking the sides of his skull.
"GET OFF OF ME!" he shirked. He felt a loud pop as the pressure snapped. The men around him were thrown back by the shock wave. Malik stumbled, light-headed after the event but managed to stay on his feet. He threw himself forward, staggering down the hall. The exit was only a foot away. The tips of his fingers brushed against the surface of the door.
Immeasurable pain ripped through his body as electric waves hit him, their heat frying his brain. He screamed so hard that his throat went raw. His knees collapsed beneath him as his stunned body fell sprawled on the white floor.
A pair of feet stepped in front of him. He looked up and saw her cold blue eyes staring down at him out of her copper skinned face. In her hand was a long black cattle prod, a spark of electricity jumping from its metal prongs. Malik's teeth clenched, hot burning hatred coursed through his veins.
"YOU BITCH!" he cried and despite his murdered limbs, he lunged at her throat. Two men jumped in just in time to restrain Malik before he could reach her. "I HATE YOU, BITCH! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" he shrieked, his voice high pitched and strained. The woman looked back at him unaffected, eyes hard and blank. The boy's normally smooth rich brown face stretched, hopeless eyes seemingly popping out of his head as he struggled.
"Sedate him and then bring him back to his room," she ordered turning around.
"GET BACK HERE BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" His screams followed her down the hall, her white knuckles still holding onto the cattle prod. All the sudden the screams stopped with the thud as his unconscious body hit the ground. The alarm was finally turned off with relief to the doctors around her, but the shrieking words of the boy were still echoing painfully in Ishizu's mind.
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"Ow!" Jounouchi hissed loudly. "Hell! Can't you give me some pain meds or something?" he moaned.
"I already gave you some medication," the doctor, Mikan-sensei, answered irritably. "Maybe your leg wouldn't hurt so much if you'd stop touching it."
"I never imagined a gun shot would hurt so bad," Jounouchi growled at his useless leg, which had been put in a cast and propped up with many pillows.
"Well, now you know," the woman muttered coldly. "Look, I need to run an errand. Please don't try to walk or do something stupid while I'm gone."
"What makes you think I would!" he asked outraged. She smiled at him teasingly and left. No sooner had she gone then the door reopened and Honda and Otogi slipped in.
"Hey Jounouchi!" Honda greeted cheerfully. "Wow, that looks really painful!" he exclaimed, examining the large cast enclosing Jounouchi's limb.
"It is," Jounouchi stated threateningly, glaring at his friend.
"Hey, calm down, we came to cheer you up," Honda responded defensively. "Look, I sneaked you an extra pudding from the lunchroom."
"Thanks Honda… but I'm not really in the mood," Jounouchi said gloomily. Honda and Otogi looked at each other nervously.
"Come on, Jounouchi, don't be that way, your leg will get better soon enough," Otogi reminded him positively.
"That's not why I'm upset," Jounouchi growled looking seriously down at the floor. Otogi and Honda glanced at each other again as though they had sensed this coming.
"Its about Yugi, isn't it?" Honda asked. Jounouchi nodded mutely, mouth tight.
"Its okay, Jounouchi. None of us knew he would turn out to be a psychotic killer," Otogi reassured his blonde friend.
"But he's not!" Jounouchi cried suddenly. Honda and Otogi jumped. "That couldn't have been Yugi! He wouldn't do something like that…"
"What are you talking about, Jounouchi," Otogi argued, green eyes flashing. "He murdered Ushio and put Keith in a coma, right before your eyes!"
"He was trying to protect us!" Jounouchi cried. "If Yugi hadn't done that we would probably all be dead by now! Yugi saved our lives!"
"He's still a murderer," Otogi said seriously. "I thought he seemed a little too innocent when he came here, I bet it was all an act from the very beginning. He's probably some sadistic sociopath…"
"Yugi's not like that!" Jounouchi cried angrily. "Come on Honda, you know Yugi, he's been with us for weeks! There was no way he was acting, right?"
Honda didn't look at his friend. "But he killed someone, Jounouchi."
"So!" Jounouchi cried outraged, Honda flinched. "He's our friend!" There was silence. Jounouchi looked desperately between the two. Both of them avoided his gaze. Jounouchi growled, frustration and disbelief filling his face. "How can you guys be this way?" he questioned, anger rising in him. "Doesn't Yugi deserve more than this? Shouldn't he mean more to you! He protected you!"
"All those pain medications must be going to your head, Jounouchi, cause you are obviously not thinking straight," Otogi said hotly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Were you even in the same room us? Didn't you see how he laughed after they died? Like killing meant nothing to him? We couldn't even see how he killed them! He's a madman!"
Jounouchi glared at Otogi. "He risked his life to protect us," Jounouchi said stubbornly.
"I'd do better talking to a wall," Otogi scoffed coldly, rolling his bright green eyes.
"Then why don't you!" Jounouchi answered just as harshly. Otogi glared at the injured teen and then turned, long black hair swishing, and left the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. Jounouchi turned his sharp furious gaze on Honda.
"Well?" he snapped darkly. Honda looked nervously down at the floor.
"Sorry, Jounouchi, but I'm with Otogi on this one," he said, not meeting Jounouchi's eyes. "Just the way he acted, you know, it was really creepy. It scared the shit out of me."
"Fine! Then both of you can go talk to walls together!" Jounouchi spat coldly. Honda hesitated, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but soon closed it again. Finding nothing else to say, he solemnly shuffled out of the room, leaving a frustrated angry Jounouchi behind him.
"Damn!" he cursed and in his frustration chucked one of his pillows at the wall. His golden brown eyes softened and he stared up at the ceiling. "Where are you, Yugi?"
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A pale limp Yugi walked into the psychiatry room that day. Ishtar had given him over a week to recover from the incident with Keith and Ushio but he still looked very shaky asthe doctorwatched him sit down dully in the chair before her.
"I've heard the cuts on your neck have mostly healed," Ishtar stated formally, as if trying to keep this conversation official. Yugi looked as though he hadn't even heard her. "How's your hand?" she asked, kindness breaking through her thin words. Yugi looked up.
"Oh, its fine," he muttered numbly, lifting his heavily bandaged appendage onto the table, examining it. Ishtar breathed; she had to at least try to explain it to him.
"I won't hide anything from you, Yugi," said Ishtar softly. Yugi grimaced as if he had known this was coming. "You know why you were moved into the Red Wing. You killed a patient. The other is still in a coma, we don't think he'll be waking up any time soon." Yugi bowed his head; hands balled tightly in his lap, face screwed up as though he was trying very hard not to listen to her.
Ishtar took another deep breath. "Do you remember the first time we met when I told you that you had a special case we have only seen in a select group of individuals?" Ishtar asked as she began pacing up and down the small white room. Yugi nodded mutely. "Well, I don't believe I was clear enough," Ishtar-sensei stated choosing her words carefully. "The fact is, there have only been two other people in the entire world, as far as I know, who have your unique mind disorder. It has never been observed before and it has never been documented in any official report."
Yugi looked up, utterly confused. "I don't understand…"
The doctor sighed and sat down in the chair in front of him. "In this specific disorder the patient experiences many dangerous symptoms, such as loss of memory, hearing voices, hallucinations, severe paranoia, believing one has supernatural powers," something flashed in her deep blue eyes as she said this, Yugi wasn't sure why. "They tend to become antisocial and avoidant to others, and most of all…" the doctor paused to collect herself. She explained all this very quickly, as though she were excited. Yugi watched her stop for breath, waiting patiently for her to continue. "A sort of split personality disorder. In cases of multiply personalities, a person's head can contain as many as a hundred different personalities at a time but in this specific case there are only two. Two dominant sides to the personality," she showed her empty hands to Yugi as though they both held something very important. "One light, one dark…" she concluded presenting each of her cupped hands in turn.
Yugi stared at the doctor blankly. "I'm sorry, what does this have to do with me? I don't really feel any of the things you listed," he insisted weakly.
"You told me that you were having trouble with other kids at school, didn't you?" she asked. Yugi nodded reluctantly. "And that you were having black outs and that-"
"Yes, but I don't have anything of the other things you mentioned. I'm not hearing voices, I'm not paranoid and I certainly don't have a split personality," he answered smiling nervously as though this whole thing were completely ridiculous.
"People who have multiple personalities often don't realize that the other personalities exist," Ishtar explained sternly, immediately wiping the smile off of Yugi's face. "That would explain why you have gaps in your memory that you can't explain."
"I'm sorry, Ishtar-sensei you must be mistaken, I don't have another person in my head," Yugi said firmly.
"I have been studying this disorder ever sense I became a doctor, I am not mistaken," she explained deadly serious. "I need you to accept this in order to start the recovery-"
"But I'm not-" Yugi protested but was silenced by a stern look from the doctor.
"Yugi," she said more kindly, placing her hands on his shoulders. "This is more important than you could possibly understand…" Yugi looked up, surprised.
'Her eyes are so sad,' he thought, staring up into her shadowed face.
Finally she let go of him. "You need to be able to confront yourself before you can move on." Her sharp gaze locked on his, Yugi was afraid to look away. "Please, just think about…" she asked. Yugi looked at the floor ashamed and nodded solemnly.
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Yugi barely picked at his dinner that night; the food didn't look appetizing. He watched as it slowly grew cold and then when a nurse came to take the tray out again. The words of Ishtar were still floating around in his head, their nonsense bombarding his brain.
'But what if its true?' he asked himself. 'What if there's another personality living inside of me?' What he had felt that morning in the hospital, that feeling that something was trying to get out, could it have possibly been this other personality? But was it right to blame everything that had gone wrong in his life on a sickness? There seemed to be more, there was something he was missing.
He fell back on his bed, restless.
"Do I hear voices?" he wondered out loud. He paused as if one of these disembodied voices would suddenly speak up and answer him. On the day of the incident with Keith and Ushio, before he had blacked out he had thought he had heard a voice but he had been so dizzy and disoriented at the time that he had always assumed that he had imagined it.
Yugi frowned. "This is stupid…" he muttered, stretching out on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Maybe it explained a few things but Ishtar was wrong. He knew it.
Yugi reached up and flipped the light switch off, curling up on his bed ready to fall asleep, but his mind was still buzzing. Dreams wouldn't come easy. He watched as the room gradually melted around him. Silence drugged his mind and sleep finally took him away.
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Aibou… a voice whispered to him. The darkness under his lids rippled, breaking into colors before his eyes.
The area around him changed into a wide green field. The sky above was a deep blue, white puffs of cloud floating everywhere. Scattered throughout the field were his toys and games, the ones he had left behind in his room before coming to the hospital. He was about to pick up one of these stray toys when a pair of feet sounded behind him.
Yugi turned around and spotted him. The one he had seen a thousand times before in his dreams. Ruby eyes calmly staring back at him.
'Hi,' Yugi greeted, walking over to the figure. 'Do you want to play another game with me?' he asked. The figure shook his head sadly.
Aibou, you have to wake up, he said urgently. Yugi looked confused.
'But I just got here,' Yugi protested. 'Why do I have to leave?'
There is something important I have to talk to you about, he explained.
'Can't you just tell me here?' Yugi asked. He shook his head again.
I need to speak to you in person. I need you to be awake.
Yugi paused thinking for a moment 'Alright,' he agreed. The figure smiled.
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Without thinking, Yugi forced his mind out of the dream. The features of his prison slowly pieced themselves together in the darkness. He sat up and looked around. Someone was supposed to be here. He couldn't remember whom but it seemed important.
There was a sudden jolt from Yugi's heart. Yugi clutched his chest in surprise, eyes wide with shock.
'What was that?' Yugi thought frantically. 'Am I having a heart attack or something?'
The jolt came again, slower than before. Yugi nearly jumped off the bed in fright.
"What the hell was that?" Yugi questioned.
But this one was different; the jolt seemed slow, deliberately broken up. Almost as though it were vibrations. Almost as though something had spoken inside of him…
'Am I going insane?' Yugi asked himself. The vibrations tickled his rib cage again. Yugi shivered. 'Maybe if I listen…' Yugi closed his eyes and breathed the panic and fear out of his system. 'If I listen…' Yugi let his mind relax. He could feel something there, something deeply hidden.
Aibou… a voice spoke.
Yugi broke with a start from his concentration. There had been a voice. Yugi had heard it clearly as though there had been a person speaking right in front of him. Yugi's heart was beating very fast. Yugi breathed the giddiness out of his fingers and tried again.
Aibou, the voice said again. Yugi kept the connection; he made his mind keep a firm hold on it.
"Who are you?" Yugi spoke out loud.
I am the double that lives inside you, the voice answered.
"A double?" Yugi asked.
Yes, the voice answered. I share your consciousness; I live inside your thoughts. Yugi shivered. This was insane. He was insane! He was talking to a voice that didn't even exist and the voice was actually answering him back! Yugi breathed again, he had to continue.
"Why are you here?" Yugi asked tentatively. "Why are you talking to me now?"
I've been watching what's been happening the last couple of days, the ghostly voice explained from inside his mind. Was there emotion in its words? Yugi thought the voice sounded nervous as though it was unsure. I thought if you knew I was here, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself. I thought you should know that I'm the cause of all your problems.
"Are you the one Ishtar-sensei was talking about? Are you my… other personality?" Yugi asked nervously. There was a pause.
I don't know… the voice answered uncertainly. I do not understand this disorder.
"So, you are a hallucination?" Yugi asked. There was another long pause.
I don't know, the voice responded again.
"How can you not know?" Yugi argued.
How does a hallucination know it's a hallucination? the voice asked stiffly as though Yugi had hurt its feelings. Yugi grinned despite himself; the voice did have a point. ...Does it hurt? the voice asked hesitantly. Yugi didn't know what it was talking about and then he remembered.
"Oh, you mean my hand," Yugi said. "Its nothing, it will heal, eventually." Yugi felt a twitch in his mind, was it guilt?
'This is so weird,' Yugi sighed inwardly.
Can I… ask you something? the voice asked cautiously.
"Uh, sure," Yugi answered uncertainly.
When Kaiba asked for a rematch, why did you refuse?
Yugi's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to remember. The event seemed so long ago. "I was afraid something bad would to happen to Kaiba. I didn't want him to turn out like those guys at school." There was an itch in the back of Yugi's mind as though the other personality was remembering something very unpleasant. "That's right, you must be the one…" Yugi mumbled out loud. The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, and both personalities in Yugi's mind understood his meaning.
Yes, I am, the voice admitted. There was silence, or as much silence as there can be in a person's mind.
Yugi realized he must look very stupid standing in the middle of his room with his eyes closed talking to himself. He wanted to try an experiment. Still trying to keep the connection with this other personality, Yugi opened slowly his eyes.
For a split second, a pair of red eyes blinded Yugi's vision. Yugi shook himself with a start and then suddenly the image was gone. The padded cell around him was all he could see. Yugi, still very puzzled, lay back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his wide purple eyes.
"This is all too confusing," Yugi muttered.
I agree, the voice said in Yugi's mind. Yugi frowned, his mind working slowly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I wish I knew more about this disorder," Yugi said.
Ishtar said she had been studying it ever since she became a doctor, the voice in his head said helpfully. Maybe she knows the other people who have it.
"Maybe…" Yugi muttered, still pondering. "You know, I've had this really strange feeling ever sense we were transferred to the Red Wing," Yugi explained seriously. We? Had he just said we? "Like something's not right…"
I've felt it too, his other personality agreed. Something dark lingers in this place. Yugi narrowed his eyes at the white tiled ceiling.
"If she's the only doctor who has research on this disorder, then it would be logical to keep her subjects of study close by, wouldn't it?" Yugi asked.
I guess, the voice agreed, not understanding what Yugi was trying to get at.
"What if…" Yugi said, his mind slowly coming up with a solution. "What if the other people who have the disorder are in this hospital?"
I suppose its possible… the voice admitted hesitantly.
"Maybe they know more about the disorder than even Ishtar-sensei does," Yugi speculated. "Do you think we could convince Ishtar-sensei to let us talk to them?" There was a pause.
I don't know if that would be a good idea… the voice said uncertainly. Ishtar made it sound like they were really dangerous.
"But if we traded experiences with the other patients maybe we could learn something about ourselves," Yugi said, starting to get excited. "We could help Ishtar-sensei's research."
I still don't like it, his other personality answered. I wouldn't trust anyone here, especially that doctor. She's researching us too, remember? Are you sure you want to help someone out who is only trying to use you? the double inside his mind reminded him, a hint of disgust in his voice.
"Ishtar-sensei's not like that," Yugi protested. "Besides if we talk to the other patients maybe we can help them, if they're depressed we could let them know they're not alone." There was another twitch of emotion in Yugi's mind.
You really want to do this? the voice asked, surprised.
Yugi nodded. There was a pause in their conversation.
I suppose it won't hurt to ask, the voice answered uncertainly.
"Great, we'll try tomorrow then," Yugi concluded and pulled his head up to his pillow, ready to go to bed. "Do you sleep?" Yugi asked suddenly.
I don't have my own body to regenerate, I don't need to sleep, his other personality answered.
"So, you're just going to stay up all night?" Yugi asked.
I do it everyday, the voice in his head answered.
"Do you get bored?" Yugi asked curiously.
No, the voice answered truthfully. I'm used to it.
"Well, good night," Yugi called, closing his eyes.
Good night, Aibou…
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Awww… so cute. YAY! THEY MET! Sorta...WOOT! That scene went through so many stages it used to be so horrible, I'm so glad I changed it.
Yeah I know you wanted Bakura. Be patient.
The line, "I am the double that lives inside you" is actually from Yami no Bakura when he introduces himself to Bakura in the manga but I gave it to Yami. YAY!
Oooooooooooo NEXT CHAPTER! Yugi gets so confused. On top of still trying to get used the idea of a weird voice in his head, Yugi meets this crazy angry kid! Return of Jou and Kai! WOOT!
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