A/N: Hehe, I bet you can't guess who's next on Midori's list. D Well ... actually you probably can. But it's not Yugi tho! Hahaha! I gave blank the job I gave them because that's just what I can see them doing. There's nothing wrong with being a waiter. blank would actually look kind of cute in a waiter uniform ... Ohno! My fangirlism is showing! Eek!
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Midori looked around the restaurant aimlessly. It was her off day and she planned to make the best of it. After all, if Seto Kaiba gave everyone a day off because he "needed to be alone," wouldn't you make the best of it too? However, it wasn't turning out so well. She had been seated far too long ago and didn't even have her drink. She wasn't one to get impatient, but this was just ridiculous. She grabbed her bag and jumped from the table. As she angrily stomped towards the front, a brunette waiter stopped her.
"How was your food, Ma'am?"
"I wish I could tell you, but I never got any!"
The waiter looked shocked and stopped Midori in her tracks, "I'll be your waiter, miss. Just return to your seat and I'll get straight to you."
Midori hesitantly thought about it. She had better things to do than wait for food. Mr. Kaiba's kitchen probably had better food than this! But the waiter's hazel eyes turned her around.
"Fine, but please hurry up."
Midori returned to her seat and was awarded with a smile from the waiter. She groaned and laid her head down on the table. A weird noise made its way to her eyes and she chuckled to herself. Her silent chuckling soon turned to full-blown laughter. A few people turned their heads to see what all the commotion was about and others didn't bother to look. Midori ignored them and sat back, her hands falling to her growling stomach.
"Oh my god, what am I doing?"
"Ordering your food, I hope."
Midori's eyes adverted up to the voice's source and she stared at the waiter. He hovered over her, smiling. His smile was handsome, but in a way, he looked to be faking it a little bit. He quickly took out the little pad and pen and waited. Midori shook her head. The man looked so familiar, it was weird. Where had she seen him before … ?
"Well?"
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't even looked at the menu."
"That's alright, I'll just come back in a few minutes."
"Hey, wait!"
Midori reached out to stop him. He turned and watched her, looking at her like she was crazy.
"You- what's your name?"
"Honda."
"H-Hiroto Honda?" The man turned completely and stared at her.
She stared back, the answer coming to her. This Honda was the boy in the picture! He was the boy who was Jounouchi's best friend. Midori registered in her mind the changes the man had gone through. Like Anzu, he was no longer as bright-eyed. He looked more meek and cold. It seemed to Midori that all of Jou's surviving friends had turned this way.
"Who are you?" Honda asked, his eyes turning hard.
"My name is Midori and I'm looking into the Jounouchi Katsuya case."
"Case? There was no case. Jou's dead and it's all Kaiba's fault. The end."
"Please! I-"
"I'll get you a menu."
Midori sighed as Honda turned on his heel and left. She hadn't meant to make him mad. She just wanted to know what he thought. A few minutes later, the brunette returned and slammed the menu on the table. Midori was shocked as Honda sat down in the booth and looked at her. He suddenly began to talk.
"They were only together for a few months. I didn't like it. Kaiba just wasn't that type of person. In my opinion … Jou deserved better than that …"
Midori smiled, "You were really fond of him, weren't you?"
Honda flushed and looked away, "Jou was my best friend. It's only natural that I think no one's good enough for him. Not even … me."
"That's so cute," Midori chimed, clapping her hands together, "He must have been very lucky to have friends like you and Anzu and-"
"You've talked to Anzu?"
"Well, yes. Just a week ago, I think. She mentioned you and I instantly thought to come visit you. I never expected to find you so quickly though."
"How is she?"
"She's … good."
Honda gave a long breath before slowly replying, "We've all just falling apart, as I'm sure you know. Jou was one of the links between us. I always thought Yugi was the reason, but I guess now losing one can make us all pathetically distant."
Midori lowered her head as Honda looked out the window, "I was wondering-"
"Who to talk to next?"
"Oh, well, that would help me too."
"I'm not sure how you can get in touch with Yugi. I'm sure Anzu's told you how he moved to the States."
"I heard. I was hoping I could get a phone number."
"I'm not completely sure, but I think he's staying with Ryuuji Otogi."
"The creator of DDM?"
"Yeah, him."
"You … you all knew him?" Midori cried in disbelief; even with more than all her time taken up at the Kaiba mansion, she loved to play that game.
"Yeah, we went to high school with him. He and Kaiba didn't get along to well. But that's because he was always trying to get in Jou's pants. I didn't even like him too much. He was a good guy, just … well, you know."
Midori shook her head, signaling that she really had no clue. Right now she was really trying to find out how in the world she could get a call into the home of Otogi Ryuuji.
Honda chuckled weakly and stood up from the booth. "You know what? I think it would be best if you talked to the closet ones to them. Try talking to Jounouchi Shizuka or Mokuba Kaiba."
"Master Mokuba? He was just barely learning to count past ten at the time, what would he know?"
"I think you're under estimating Mokuba. The only person Kaiba talked to more than Jou, was his little brother. Actually, I think he talked to Mokuba more than Jou."
"I'm not sure. Master Mokuba is often off on tutoring lessons and KaibaCorp trips. He's training to become the next heir of KaibaCorp, you know."
"All that on him at such a young age. He should be out playing … with his friends."
Midori smiled, "Don't worry. He gets enough of that, whether you believe it or not."
Honda beamed, "Really, I should be getting back to work. But thank you."
"For what?"
"I guess even I just needed someone to talk to."
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Aw! I just want to hug Honda now. xD Anyway, I noticed the weirdest thing. When I'm writing fanfiction, I envision it in my head. So at the end I seem to always end it with a statement or someone saying something because to me that's the typical ending of a show. Gah, I'm so predictable.