A/N: I'm back! (Dies of shock) That was a close one, folks. I mean, I get a lot of writer's block, but that was terrible… Luckily, at about 10 last night, whatever Muse they've assigned to me showed up and reasserted themselves! Not that I could get much done before my little sister went to bed… So the great majority of this was written this morning! There should not be such a large gap again, if all goes well… But the November-February period is defiantly busy and rather mad. That's just a head's up, there! I'll try to update as much as I can, though… My apologies for the long wait, anyhoo…

Disclaimer: Speaks for itself.

Due to my little sister not being able to remember what happened... Previously in Wherever You Go...: This chapter was mainly about Doug and Millie's relationship, but we DID get as far as Seto and Az disappearing into the chute...

Twenty-Four: Ghost Town

"Kaiba. I need to talk to you."

Seto turned slowly. Had it been anyone else, he would have, more then likely, just kept on walking. But he couldn't afford to be anything but civil to this girl. Her mother was the owner of a company. Not a rival, but one that would make a valuable partner. They owned a string of power stations. And, if Seto gave any reason to offended this girl, Kaiba Corp. may find it's electricity bill significantly increased.

"Oh?" he replied. "What's the matter?" That's it. More polite then 'what do you want?'…

"This wedding." The girl answered. "The nephew of the sister of the owner of the Software Store, I believe. I assume you are going?"

Seto inclined his head slightly. "Yes, I will be in attendance."

The nephew of the sister of the owner… Great goodness. All the business big wigs would be there to see him get married. This was all so silly. He doubted even the partnership itself was anything more then artificial. It was like being back in the Renaissance period- everything was about making a good impression and establishing good relations as false as saying two was the first letter of the alphabet. But it appeared friendly. Seto hated this game, but if he was going to win he had to play.

"Good." She nodded. "Well, as my family was also invited, my mother requested that I ask to come with you."

Seto looked at her in silent detest, although he kept his face blank. To her credit, she didn't seem any happier about the arrangement then he felt. "Are you asking to come to the wedding as my…" He tried desperately to think of a word, but could not. "Partner?" He ground out, eventually.

He could tell she was dying to shrug and drop the formalities just as much as he wanted to, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it around what she'd apparently been told could be an important business partner. "My mother understands that you are trying to deal with a company that works with Solar-Power, yes?"

"That's correct…" Seto said, cautiously. He wanted to include it on his products…

"Yes, our firm is interested in finding cleaner sources of energy, you see…"

Aha. So… Now that he was interested in 'clean' sources of energy, it would reflectively look very good on her mother's company if her daughter was seen with him and the owner of the company discussing solar power, which was sure to come up at the wedding. In return, his being seen with her would make the deal he was trying to make all the sweeter, if the owner of the other company thought he was likely to deal with her mother's instead. How very clever. It was a win/win situation. There was no reason to decline the offer.

"I see." Seto replied, evenly. "Unfortunately, I think I shall have to turn down your kind offer."

She looked at him in a mix of surprise and relief. He'd been right. She hated the 'Politics of business' as much as he did.

Later that day, Seto asked Azreal to accompany him to the wedding in the middle of a sword fight. She eventually agreed. Little did he know, she had overheard his conversation with the power plant girl. And she loved him all the more for it.

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Seto did not get scared.

What was there to even be scared off? It was just a porthole, nothing at all to be worried about. It was, after all, just like a doorway. A pulsing, blue, swirling, doorway, that couldn't make up it's mind whether it was shallow or deep, that looked solid, so it was hard to believe you could go through it, that it was impossible to know how far it went, what would happen within, or where it would come out… It was just a doorway that looked creepily like a black hole, those collapsed stars where the pressure alone was enough to crush you into the rough size and shape of a peanut.

Yep, just like a door.

In front of him, Azreal disappeared through the porthole. Well, he said he'd follow her anywhere, if she needed him. Bracing himself for his first experience of inter-dimensional travel, Seto forced himself to dive through after her.

He rolled through onto a slightly dirty metal floor, the force of his dive sending him careering across the floor until the oppisite wall stopped him.

It really had been just like a door, then.

Ah.

Trying to look dignified, Seto picked himself up. Azreal just watched him, smirking slightly. She seemed too tired to laugh. Trying to ignore her, Seto took the chance to look around him. The first thing that struck him was the uncanny resemblance to an old lift.

No, it was more then a resemblance. It was a lift. Four straight, grey, dirty, metal walls on a small, no more then two metres wide, room. With two austere doors and a small control panel, that Azreal was now frowning over.

"I was expecting something more…" He muttered.

"Well, it's a very old chute." Azreal defended. "They're a lot better looking now… more secure to! Look, it just wants a voice sample… Man, this hasn't been serviced in years… Let's hope it still works."

"…Yes." Seto decided just to agree rather then admit that he had been expecting something that was more… Sci-Fi. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't even sure if they were dimension-hopping. No, wasn't Wherever up in the upper atmosphere somewhere…?

Feeling that he was in slightly over his head was a new sensation, and it took a while to identify.

"Okay!" Azreal said, falsely cheerful, shaking him from his ponderings. "They used these back in my mom's time, but I'm fairly sure that all the chutes are updated automatically, so it should accept me!"

"What?" Seto asked.

"Ssh, ssh!" She insisted, waving a hand at him. Then, predictably, she held down the big red button at the top of the control pad.

It crackled and sparked into life, and Azreal sighed in relief. For a moment there, she thought it wasn't going to work.

"State name and occupational data." The old recording demanded.

Closing her eyes, and hoping she knew, Azreal found she could remember all her old details. Maybe she hadn't left her past as far behind as she'd hoped…

"Azreal Kiyoko." She stated, speaking as clearly as she could. "Muse 3rd class, Young adult, Two-of-Five, Multi-task, Seven-Nine-Two-Six-Eight, West Block North, OPS, Minimum wage, Qualifications: Minimum. "

The machine buzzed and whined as the old chute tried to compute all this. Then it blankly, monotonously stated:

"Error. State name and occupational data."

Azreal growled in irritation. "It's so old…"

Seto continued to quietly wonder what on Earth was going on.

"Azreal Kiyoko." She ground out, painfully slowly. "Muse 3rd class. Young adult. Two-of-Five. Multi-task. Seven-Nine-Two-Six-Eight. West Block North. O-P-S. Minimum wage. Qualifications: Minimum."

This time the machine took longer to buzz and whine and moan. It seemed to be dithering over accepting her.

"Error." It declared, eventually. "State name and occupational data."

Azreal released the button, sighing. "Darn it…" She grumbled. "I was afraid of this…"

"Well…" Seto said carefully, trying to reassert himself over the situation. He didn't like being lost. "You've been gone a long time. They would have deleted you by now."

Azreal snorted. "Nah. My mom's in charge of that. And if I'm gonna visit her… Besides, I think I know what it is…" She groaned quietly. "Man, this just gets worse…" Sighing, she held the button down. "Azreal Rhapsody Kiyoko." She said resignedly. "Muse 3rd class, Young adult, Two-of-Five, Multi-task, Seven-Nine-Two-Six-Eight, West Block North, OPS, Minimum wage, Qualifications: Minimum. And guest." She added, hastily, remembering Seto.

"Data accepted!" The control panel chirped happily, and all the other buttons turned from blue to red, allowing Azreal to use them. She frowned as she tried to remember the correct combination of numbers to take them to the right place in Wherever… This had been so much easier when there was a Tech manning the chute… Still, at least it was Wherever. Much easier. So it was 01, to start with. And then… Not Level Six. It would be full of people, shopping and using the leisure facilities. The place to go to find out what was going on would be floor 12, where the Government lived, but she'd never get in. Instead, she put in 08- Where Muse headquarters were. Her mom would know what was happening. And, for the last two digits, she hesitated, wondering weather to go right into the centre, but instead deciding just to go home, she put in her area code, 12.

The lift wobbled and groaned, but eventually began it's juddering movement upwards. Sighing in relief, Azreal sat down. If this was the maximum speed, they were in for a long ride.

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"Stop them!" Millierie yelled desperately, as they entered just in time to see Seto disappear after Azreal. Then everything happened at once.

Surprised, the others instinctively turned around. As they did so, the porthole slammed shut behind them.

Well and his friends came catching up with Millierie and the others. "Come back!"

Miss Basa entered, and stood, watching.

"The porthole!" Kaho screamed.

But by then it was much too late to do anything about it.

"They went up…" Millierie said, in disbelief.

"We let it shut…" Kaho groaned.

"And we let them get here!" Well finished, too annoyed to even say 'Well'.

"None of that matters!" Millierie screamed in frustration as all the others looked on. "They've gone up to Wherever! Do you know what that means! It's full of Nothing!"

Kaho recoiled in shock, but the others didn't know what this meant at all. So Millierie made it absolutely clear.

"They'll die." She informed them, bluntly, bitterly.

"So…" Téa said slowly. "We just watched them go to their deaths?" She couldn't believe it. "That's not true! It can't be!" When Azreal had been dying anyway, now all they'd done was speed it up. And what about Kaiba? It couldn't be true. Life wasn't so cruel. "We cannot have just seen them for the last time!" Yugi placed a hand quietly on her arm to tell her to stop now.

"Not if I can help it." Millierie replied, tight-lipped. "You know what Azreal's like, and I bet Kaiba's just as bad. They'll carry on even when the doors open and it's all Nothing. But I'm going up after them."

Kaho stood, mouthing worthlessly. She'd met the muses in Yugi's shop, she'd asked what had been going on… They hadn't been willing to tell her much. If she'd known that it was Nothing, she never would have let them go up… It was all her fault…

"But…" She said eventually . "The porthole shut... We won't have the strength to do it again!"

"You have a lot more people this time." Millierie said, evenly. Kaho looked, and saw it was true. There was rather a lot of people… Yugi and Téa, whom she'd caught in the game shop. Duke, who she had phoned, and he'd come right away, getting Tristan to turn up to when they'd gone and got Joey and Mai. Then there was Well, and the ones he'd called Joseph, Ryan, Danielle, Bethany and Maria. They all looked confused. Then there was Anna's extended family; her parents, the two Rubys, Emerald, Opal and James, and Mokuba Kaiba. There was Miss Basa to, clutching a stationary spear and looking grim. Lastly, there was her… Kaho Bijou. Desperately trying to do something right for a change.

She nodded. "Right."

"I will have no part in this." Opal spoke up, suddenly. They all looked to where she stood, arms folded, in surprise. "Mom, you know as well as I do that by the time you got there Az would have somehow got it into her head that she could save the city, and you'd never manage to drag her away. And you also know that humans are far more resilient to it then we are; so, as only half-muse, she'll last a lot longer then you will." She closed her eyes, sighing. "Just let her do it. Some people just have to be heroes."

Of course, they had to re-open the porthole anyway so that the two would be able to come back later.

"Now that that's agreed…" Joey said. "Would someone mind explaining what's happening here!"

So they did.

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A frown was not an unusual facial expression for Seto, and he wore one now. Azreal sat near by, picking at her Shaun the Sheep socks, both deep in thought. Seto was worried. The way Azreal had been acting these past months had not gone unnoticed. She had seemed more subdued then how he'd once known recently… Well, no, not recently. It had been going on for ages. And, he suddenly saw, it was affecting her physically to. Her eyes rarely had that sparkle anymore. She'd lost a worrying amount of weight. And she always seemed so tired, so pensive, so withdrawn…

Not sure what to say, Seto turned again to scrutinise the lift. A notice caught his attention. It was old and faded, turning slightly yellow, but it was the only relief from the uniform grey of the walls, so he was glad to have something to read. It seemed to be a key. Azreal apparently hadn't noticed it… Unless it had appeared only after the control had accepted her. Who knew in this crazy place?

KEY CODES

WHEREVER ------------------------------------------------- 01

ELSEWHERE------------------------------------------------ 02

ANYWHERE------------------------------------------------- 03

NOWHERE-------------------------------------------------- 04

SOMEWHERE---------------------------------------------- 05

YOU CHOSE:

WHEREVER (Back- 13)

LEVELS:

12------------- Government offices. PERSONELL ONLY.---------------- 12

11------------- Communications. PERSONELL ONLY------------------- 11

10------------ Power Plants & Water Supply ----------------------------- 10

9------------- Conference & Convention Centres, Media Circus ------ 09

8------------- Muse Offices ------------------------------------------------- 08

7------------ Manufacturing ------------------------------------------------ 07

6------------ Universities & Centres for Learning ---------------------- 06

5----------- Shopping and Leisure ---------------------------------------- 05

4---------- Customs & Quality Control ---------------------------------- 04

3---------- OUT OF BOUNDS -------------------------------------------- NA

2--------- OUT OF BOUNDS --------------------------------------------- NA

1---------- OUT OF BOUNDS -------------------------------------------- NA

PLEASE SELECT LEVEL

The interactive message had apparently frozen there. Seto sighed, out of things to do except wonder about what he'd read. Where exactly did the Muses live? He supposed that they must have accommodation on all the levels. And what had happened to the bottom three levels to make them out of bounds?

"We must be about half way there by now." Azreal said, suddenly. "Good. I was kinda worried that we'd end up stuck half way, what with Wherever being cut off everywhere else and all…"

Seto became rather glad she hadn't told him that before.

"Do you mind telling me exactly what we're doing?" He asked.

Azreal nodded. "We're heading for Level Eight, where all the actual Muses live and work. If we keep our heads down, we should be able to find my mom, and get to the bottom of all this."

So, she had no more of an idea then he did…

Seto was not used to going into situations totally blind. Still, there was a first time for everything. The silence irritated him even more then his lack of knowledge did, though. Suddenly, he started chuckling. At first, it was just to relieve the tension, but then it became real. A real laugh.

"Of all the times to suddenly develop a sense of humour…" Azreal commented, looking at him curiously. "What's so funny?"

Seto smothered the laugh, although his mouth still turned upwards at the corners. "Nothing."

"You don't laugh at 'nothing'. C'mon, tell me!" She insisted, smiling in spite of herself and the situation.

"You'll shout at me…" Seto warned her, plainly.

"Why?" Azreal's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You spit it out right now, Seto!"

"It's just…" He swallowed a laugh, and, having composed himself, managed to get the last word out. "Rhapsody…?"

Azreal glared at him. "It's horrid, isn't it?"

"Actually, I find it rather amusing…" Seto smirked. "Is that really your middle name?"

"Yes." Azreal sighed. "Although, it could be worse. Ruby, Emerald and Opal are Harmony, Symphony and Melody respectively."

Seto managed to change his burst of laughter into a cough. "Your mother must be very musical."

"No." She smiled back, wryly. "She's just watched too much Captain Scarlet."

Seto laughed a final time, then turned away slightly. The false smile lingered for a moment, slipped, and was replaced by a real one. The forced laughter had worked. She was smiling again.

Still, that was a pretty dire middle name. No wonder she kept it secret…

Now, was it just him, or was his chest getting a little tight…?

He was getting way too sentimental.

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Azreal ran helter-skelter through the office as fast as she could. People were used to her by now, and calmly moved out the way- or stuck out a foot to attempt to trip her up or kick her in the shin. She was used to them to, and ignored them.

"You're running late, 'Real!" Rebecca called, leaning over the desk.

"I know!"

"Wait!" Rebecca called out. "You forgot these!" She waved the notes on her charge and her help at her.

"Oh…" Azreal replied sheepishly, reversing to get them. "Thanks, 'Becca!"

"You're welcome. Now go!"

"Right!"

"Good luck! I'll see you when you get back!" Rebecca called after her, ignoring the glares thrown at her. So what if she happened to like Millie's youngest daughter? Did it affect any of them?

Azreal managed to miss the porthole they'd arranged for her, so now she had to take the chute. Oh, she was so late… Sitting in the lift, slightly out of breath, she had a last- and, in all honesty, first- look at the notes for the case. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small. Just a webcomic, but one that had a knock-on effect to a lot of other people. Still, she couldn't afford to screw this one up, her job depended on it. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like she'd get much help. She'd been warned that this one might be landed on her about two weeks ago, and the one thing she had read was about this Seto Kaiba. He just seemed more interesting then this 'Wheeler' she was going to help. He also seemed mean, stubborn and arrogant. He didn't need a Muse, so they didn't go to him. What he needed was the full A Christmas Carol, three ghosts, total transformation treatment.

She wasn't sure if he'd believe she was really there. After everything she'd read about what he'd been up to these last few years, he ought to. Whether he'd help would be another matter entirely.

"I can do this…" Azreal whispered out into the otherwise empty lift. "I can do this."

Unfortunately, she knew that saying the words didn't automatically make them true. She spotted where she was going. Domino City.

Azreal swallowed hard. She'd just have to stay focused on the case, nothing else.

"I can do this." She said one final time. But she still wasn't convinced.

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"We're almost there." Azreal said. She was smiling, sounded almost excited. "Seto, we're almost there! It's been so long… But we're almost there!"

"I heard." Seto replied. For some reason, it seemed harder to speak then usual. She grabbed his hand, eyes shining.

"I can't wait to show you Wherever!" She grinned happily. It slipped slightly when she thought of something, but then came back all the brighter. "I mean, I know we'll have to keep our heads down, and it's probably going to be a little crazy up there- but that'll probably be a good thing, it'll mean you won't be noticed so easily!" She was gradually slipping into her muse form whilst she spoke, her hand turning that eerie mix of warm and cold in his. "Maybe when all this is over, I can show you everything." She sighed almost dreamily. "We can go all round Level Five. I'll show you how to play Everball! And we can go in the arcades. I mean, we may not have much in the way of films, but we can make a mean video game! Hey, maybe there'll be a convention up on Level Nine, they're always good for a laugh…" She paused. Seto was looking at her strangely. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Seto shook his head. "Tell me some more about Wherever."

"Well, it's shaped like this…" She sketched an outline in the air. "The biggest level is up top. And, oh, the water supply… Twice a day, they just pour it down the holes in the centre. The levels take it in turns to activate these huge collecting plates, and that's how we get water! It's so pretty, Seto, you just wouldn't believe it! It all cascades down, and they have to clear the bridges- Oh, the bridges! They all criss-cross over the hole in the middle, so when you're at the bottom looking up, it's almost like being underneath a spider web…"

As she kept talking, all Seto could think was how much she loved her city. It seemed she'd almost forgotten about it. He almost wished she had.

He was feeling decidedly dizzy. It was kinda hard to stay up straight… His legs were wobbling beyond control. Or was it the lift? Az didn't seem to be effected…

"Seto?" She asked, transferring her grip from his hand to his arm, catching hold of the other one to, keeping him steady. That weird warm-coldness spread up his arms… "What's wrong? Seto? Yo, Seth, are you alright? Seto…? Seto, what's wrong…?"

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Unaware of what was happening by now a long way above them, Kaho was standing, holding hands between Duke and Well, the oddly calming power of the porthole seeping through her and moving on. And, unbidden, she couldn't stop herself remembering…

"Kaho, we've already been through this!" Her mom was saying all over again, snapping but sounding slightly sympathetic.

No…Kaho thought, trying to push it away. I don't want to remember this. Not this… But it was too late. The memory was pushing it's way back into her mind.

"You're too old for these silly ideas." Her Dad looked at her sadly. "Just drop it, Kaho."

"But it's not silly!" She protested. "I can be a Muse if I want to! I know I could, if I worked really hard and-"

"Kaho…" Her dad said slowly. "Look, we just want you to be happy, but-"

"You get these ideas out of your head!" Her mom, always short-tempered cried, pushing Kaho's plate towards her. "You'll never be a Muse! No-one from around these parts ever is!"

"But…"

"Now, I'll not hear another word!" Her mom said, firmly. "You can work in the docks or in the factories, or get a nice job in the shop, like the rest of the family. If it's good enough for us, it's good enough for you. Now, eat your food."

"…I'm not hungry." Kaho stated. She stood, and silently left the table, going up to her room, where she lay on the bed, silently, not moving, staring at the ceiling.

Later, a soft knock came at the door, and her mom entered, a slice of the cake she'd made for dessert balanced on a plate. Kaho rolled over, turning away from her.

She heard her mom taking a deep breath, trying to keep her temper with the ten-year-old.

"I brought you some cake." She said, setting it down. "You must be hungry by now…"

No response.

"Listen, Kaho. I'm sorry I shouted at you." She patted her daughter's arm, awkwardly. "But, you see… People like us don't become Muses."

"Why not?"

"...That's just the way it works." She paused, but when Kaho did not reply, she continued. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all… I don't want to see you get rejected."

Kaho didn't reply. But once her mom had left the room, she ate the cake.

Kaho forced her attention back to the present. She needed to focus on this porthole… She never had managed to become a Muse. Another thing she'd failed at for the list. The list was long, but the one right at the top was how she'd never told her parents how much they meant to her. Now, she'd probably never see them again… And, despite what she told herself, she had no idea what she was going to do with her life. She had no particular talents. She'd never be a success…

Come on, Ann… She thought, almost desperately. You have to do this. Be a hero for us both…

And just like that, she started remembering another time, when she had left home. Memory after memory played in her mind, good and bad, and she couldn't stop them.

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The dizziness subsided a little, and Seto straightened, standing unsupported again. "It's fine." He said, blinking to try and clear his head a little more. "I just went a little dizzy there… You know what we forgot, don't you?"

Azreal looked unconvinced, but curious despite herself. Seto didn't wait for her to reply to tell her what he'd just realised with sudden clarity.

"The air gets thinner as you get higher." Seto pointed out. "It obviously doesn't bother Muses… do you breathe air like that?"

"Yes." She sounded almost insulted. At the moment, she was too distracted to even realise that this close to Wherever, she could keep her Muse form up without apparent effort.

"In that case," Seto gasped. "It'll just be because you grew up all the way up here. You're used to all this up and down-ing. I've never been any higher up then in a plane."

"Will you be alright?" Azreal's earlier smile had been replaced by a worried frown. Seto waved away her concern.

"Of course. I can deal with it- I just wasn't prepared for it, that's all." Azreal, however, didn't seem convinced. "Really, Az, I'm used to it. I was asthmatic when I was little."

"You never said." Azreal said, surprised.

Seto shrugged. "I grew out of it." He didn't bother to add that he'd been forced to grow out of it. When a certain nasty step father chooses to see it as a sign of weakness, and won't let you use an inhaler, you kind of have to figure out how to breathe on your own. And then you don't need the inhaler, do you? "Mokuba, however, hasn't. He still has it a little."

"Oh… I never would've…" She trailed off as the lift finally trundled into it's destination. "We're here! Now, let's go see what this is all about, and fix it…" She smiled. "Then the populace will welcome us with open arms, and we can have some fun!"

Seto didn't bother to gently remind her that it probably wasn't going to be as simple as all that, but he didn't need to. Slowly, creaking with age, the lift doors were starting to open…

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Kaho wasn't the only one unable to stop the memories flooding into her mind. Vaguely, between memories of all the most important times of her life, she realised it would affect all of them that had opened the first porthole. When they had been surprised and 'dropped it', they hadn't done it gently- the entrance to the chute had disappeared along with their energy. And now, even though there was more of them, it was still taking it's toll, messing with their minds… Kaho didn't fight it anymore. She knew that, with all the others there helping, those among them that were tired need only let the collective energy flow through them, not concentrate on keeping it open. So she took a back seat and watched the scenes of her life play themselves in front of her.

As Duke saw himself making the preliminary plans for DDM; and Tristan recalled his first day at Domino Elementary; and Mai remembered giving Joey her 'Glory of the King' card at Duellist's Kingdom; and Joey replayed that horrid day when Serenity had gone away in the back of their mom's car; and Téa felt the buzz of the first dance concert she'd ever participated in; Yami, who had popped out at the slightest sign of something supernatural, was also remembering. It wasn't much, just a series of flashes, but now he knew why he sensed something about Azreal, the same way he sensed something about everyone else that had been connected to his past. It was a weak, tenuous link, but it was there…

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The lift doors slid open, allowing a view of dazzling, swirling white. It began slowly seeping into the lift trickling round their ankles. Seto looked at Azreal. She still hadn't said anything.

"I…I didn't expect it to be like this." She said eventually. "It's all Nothing."

"There'll be someone around somewhere…" Seto offered.

She shook her head. "No. We both know that there's no-one here. There's no movement, no life. I can feel it… It's nothing but a ghost town. Nothing but a ghost town."

"Az…"

She smiled weakly. "I guess that game of Everball will have to wait."

"I guess it will."

Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Seto! I was wrong! There is someone here! There is!"

"What?"

"I can feel them!" She yelled desperately. "Come on!" She plunged out into the fog-like substance, running into the distance.

Seto calmly considered the foolishness of this; eying the Nothing suspiciously. He wasn't quite sure what it did, but he certainly didn't fancy running round in it. How was he even supposed to run when he couldn't breathe properly? The Nothing made it even worse, the air thick and heavy around him.

Once he had concluded all this, he forced himself to run after her and catch her up.

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A/N: And now, I'm asking for feedback. Now, normally I know exactly what I'm doing, (Unless I'm attacked by writer's block... >. )but here's the thing- I do have an idea for a whole Egypt-y thing for Az. Which is why I put in Yami remembering it. However, as it would have no real bearing/effect on the overall storyline, it would be rather pointless apart from for entertainment. So what I want to know is if anyone's interested. If you are, I'll write a chapter set in Egypt- which is something I haven't tried before- but if you're not, I'll just get straight on with the overall storyline…