Run This Way
"Shadow Magic Happens?"
"Not specific enough," Seto dismissed after a moment's thought.
Joey nodded. "Ano…how about, 'Of all the things I've lost, I miss my Millennium Rod the most,' for Marik and Malik?"
"That might work…" Seto allowed.
Joey perked up.
"But unfortunately, I'm the only one who could have been said to have 'lost' the Millennium Rod," Seto grumbled. "Besides, they got hit pretty recently."
Joey's face fell. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Maybe we should try figuring out who we're going after before we think of insults," Seto suggested.
"Yeah, ano…who got hit by who, though?" Joey asked. "If we don't figure it out, den we won't know who has yet ta get hit," he pointed out.
"Well, Yami and Yugi got Rebecca," Seto said after a moment's thought.
"And da blonde brat got Rishid," Joey continued. "I remember Malik makin' a fuss about dat."
"And Marik made a fuss about Mako getting him," Seto threw in.
Joey frowned in confusion. "Who got freaky fish guy?"
"Téa and Mai," Seto answered, adding before Joey could ask, "Noah got Téa."
"But who got Noah?" Joey asked, now thoroughly confused.
Tilting his head to side in thought, Seto tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think it was Rishid – but I can't be certain."
"Gah, what a tangled web we weave, ne, Seto?" Joey's eyes were slightly glazed from trying to understand the intricacies of this game they were playing.
"Indeed, pup." Seto nodded sagely. "Now all we have to do is lure some unsuspecting fly into our parlor."
"But which one of us is da spider?" Joey joked.
"Who cares?" Seto asked practically. "Either way, we'll still catch somebody."
Joey laughed. "As soon as we figure out da right bait, anyway."
Seto grimaced. "Point."
"Well, da sooner we let out da line, da sooner we'll reel in our catch."
"Quit with the fishing metaphors, before I start calling you a dogfish," Seto growled.
"Sure thing," Joey agreed amiably, before adding, a smirk lurking around his lips, "My little dragonfly."
Seto's eye twitched and he dove for his koi, missing him only by millimeters as Joey danced out of his reach – and out the doorway. "Come back here, mutt!" he yelled, running after Joey.
And the chase was on.