Sitting in a nine years old bedroom, taking note on what Yuma should be mindful of when making his own vigilante suit. Yuma came to the slow realization that Billy? Might have a Kaito problem.

It was the little thing, tense shoulders, occasionally twitching eyes, the way he could list off a thousand ways things could go wrong in a simple walk.

"How about we slow down a bit." Yuma placated before Billy could stress himself out. " Look, a lot of things on the list are….. Concerning."

Yuma winced at the scribble of getting turned inside out. No one, even an indestructible demigod, should have experienced that.

"But we have to shorten them down to the most important, then we figure out what's around them."

It was like building a deck, figuring out a strategy with a core combo then gathering the cards that would support it or cover the weak spot.

Billy squinted to read through the stuffed list. "I don't know Yuma. Any one of these could kill you."

True. "Give me some credit will you, I fought god before. Still…. How about most likely? Because being shrink to the size an ant isn't going to happen in everyday robbing." Not that he had a solution to deal with that.

Billy's shoulders dropped a bit. "Well, I guess you should get a helmet of some kind. Something that filters gas, Batman had one in his mask. Oh! And a cape! You need a cape!"

"Isn't cape a safety hazard?" Yuma asked, remembering the superhero movies they'd watched the last time he hung out with Billy.

"Hero wears capes." Billy said matter of factly. "They look cool."

"But Green Lantern don't wear cape."

"He's a space cop." Billy waved away.

"Wonder Woman?"

"Her coolness level would destroy the world with a cape."

"The Speed guy?"

"He's a scientist, scientists are allergic to capes. You can't blame him for that."

[-.-]

Yuma had a motorcycle, Billy didn't know where Yuma got a motorcycle much less where he'd even learn to ride a motorcycle. But he did, he also had a (questionable - because Billy forgered the thing for Yuma) license so it was all good.

"Yuma!" Billy screamed as he slammed open the door to Brooke's Dinner. " I need you to take me to Machon Stadium for Freddy's game once your shift ends!"

Yuma, who was in the middle of giving a pair of customers their food, freezed before relaxing. He signaled for Billy to wait as he addressed the men, one of whom Billy recognized as Bruce Wayne while the red head was completely unknown to him.

"Please call if you need anything else." Yuma told them cheerfully before returning behind the counter.

He set out a cup of lemonade for Billy.

Taking a seat by the counter and giving Yuma's coworker Amber a wave, Billy repeated the request. "I need your motorcycle."

"Don't you have a bike?" Yuma countered as he wiped down the counter. "Also how do you even know that I brought my motorcycle with me?"

"Because it's parked right outside" Billy chirped back, taking a sip of lemonade. "Also I don't have a bike. Why else would I ask you for a ride?"

" I'm getting you a bike for your birthday." Yuma mumbled.

It was then that one of the customers, the non Bruce Wayne one, butt in. "Sorry, but aren't you a bit too young to ride a motorcycle?"

"No." Yuma said slowly while Billy bit back. "None of your business."

Turning their sight back to each other, Yuma laid down his condition. "I'll drive you but you're getting your own helmet."

"Can't you just give me one?" Billy asked, his voice tethering on whining.

"No, I already gave you free lemonade. I can't just give you everything for free." Yuma scolded jokingly.

Billy rolled his eyes. "In that case, I'll just steal one from you then."

"I let Baby Tiragon out so carefully if you're entering through the window." Yuma said without batting an eye.

"Cool." Finishing his lemonade, Billy ran out the door. "See you in fifteen."

Amber chuckled, before whispering to Yuma. " Ten saying he's not going to make it before your shift ends."

Yuma took the bet. "He's going to be back in five, maybe ten if he can't stop himself from petting Baby Tiragon."

The red head customer was giving him weird looks but Yuma didn't pay them much mind. Instead he picked up the pot of coffee and refilled the rich guy's half empty cup.

(Later, there was a 100 dollar tip - it was 200 but he split it with Amber- in his jack as he revved up his motorcycle. Billy sat behind him, his tiny arms wrapped around Yuma's waist.)

[-.-]

Having Gagaga Child and Gagaga Sister hanging around him was like an angel and a devil on each of his shoulders. Except instead of giving good and bad advice, they kept telling him to do impulsive things. Like punching that one annoying customer at work, or punching the woman who snatched the last box of tea at the supermarket or punching that old man who kept yelling at Yuma to go home. (Yuma hadn't punched anyone … yet)

"We should steal it." Gagaga Sister said cheerfully in Yuma's ears as the three of them watched Captain Marvel fight a giant robot on some rooftop.

" The platings are tough." Yuma noted how the robot took Captain Marvel's punch.

"With the way this fight is going there's not going to be any usable plating left. Unless, you've got ideas on how to recycle a robot's innard, bossman?" Gagaga Child commented, biting down on his popsicle.

Yuma hummed. "Well, I'm lending him a hand sooner or later."

He called out for Djinns. They might not be able to brute force through the robot alone but together they could stopped the robot with minimal damage.

Captain Marvel paused when the Djinns showed up, with drums and guitar and brass, if the Duel Spirits were here then….

Looking down he could see Yuma staring up at him, sure his face was covered by a mask and his hair hid under the hood of his coat, but Billy recognized the red bandana taming spiky hair peeking out under it with its magical embroidery.

(He broke so many needles. Billy was still getting a hang on magic and Captain Marvel was not built to handle tiny metal toothpicks.)

Holding back Mr. Atom long enough for the Djinns to work their magic, blasting a symphony right at the robot's metaphorically ears off which left him slumped to the ground. Once their show was done, they faded away, replaced by Heroic Champion - Excalibur. His confusion grew when the monster drew its sword and hit a flurry of strikes, fileting Mr Atom like a fish.

The next thing he knew more of Yuma Duel Spirits rushed it, picked up various parts of Mr Atom and just ran.

Captain Marvel watched and shrugged. Might as well, the parts were most likely going back to doctor Sivanna, sides it wasn't his job to clean up.

[-.-]

"Fuck!" Billy screamed after stubbing his toes on one of Yuma's equipment. He stepped back, nearly fell off over the pile of Yuma's stuff.

"Carefull!" Yuma yelled absentmindedly from his kitchen.

"Clean your house! It's a mess!" Billy yelled back.

"I'll get to it!"

He won't and Billy knew that for a fact. Because Yuma was lazy at things that didn't interest him and was currently having tunnel vision on making armor.

Billy could make Yuma do it right now but he didn't feel like it. Instead he picked up Baby Tiragon and settled on his couch. He could remember a time where Yuma's apartment was empty.

Now though, it was so crowded. There were shelves filled with board games and mangas and comics. A chest filled with Billy's collection of magic guides and ancient scrolls sat in the corner and right next to it was a little safe where Billy stashed his own medical supply. Then there was all the machinery Yuma had been steadily gathering, first for the printer, then to fix up his duel disk now for his hero costume. ( Not to mention the potted plants Billy had been giving him. The board with Yuma designs stuck on them, the piles of books that Yuma was trudging through for research, and..)

"We need a lair." Billy muttered, cuddling close to Baby Tiragon.

"Hmm?" Yuma called out as he walked out the kitchen. Plate of rice ball in his hand. He traversed the wiggling path to the sofa and settled down beside Billy.

"We need a lair." Billy repeated. "Everyone else in the Justice League has a cool lair and if we're going to work together then we need someplace secure."

" We could build a treehouse." Yuma suggested. "I've always wanted a treehouse and it would be relatively free."

Billy was nine (nearly ten) and Yuma was fourteen, neither of them have high paying jobs. So maybe somewhere non official. He could bring Yuma to the Rock of Eternity but it had refused him before, saying that it wasn't ready for Yuma's Chaos yet.

"Give me one sec." Billy told him. Finding a relatively empty spot on the wooden floor, he laid down on his back and made himself comfortable. Then he listened to the whispers of Fawcett.

Yuma continued to eat his rice balls, watching Billy laid there all the while with the slight rise and lowered of his chest signaling that the kid was still alive. He bounced his feet, a bad habit of his that was making a return now that there was no Kotori around to tell him to stay still, as he waited.

Sometimes Billy did weird magic things that Yuma doesn't understand. Billy tried to explain but since most of the things he did were instinct based, it made very little sense to Yuma.

Yuma tried to think about his costume, the Zubaba and Gogogos were helping him with the armor portion but he still had to deal with the suit underneath….and cape.

He wondered if he could shape, make it permanent with Chaos. Maybe…Order?

Holding up his right hand, Yuma furrowed his brow. Calling up a part of him that he'd rarely used. He tried to remember that feeling when he'd created Utopic Future, that absolution and steadiness.

His fingertips glowed gold and he held the power still there while his left hand lit up with the red of Chaos.

The weight of both grew in his hand and Yuma struggled to maintain them. The first time he called upon both at once outside of Zexal.

Astral, he called out, are you free? I need a little help.

Faintly he could feel Astral's ghostly hand cupping his right hand, taking the burden from the Shining off Yuma's grip.

With that, Yuma clasped his hands together. Letting the power mixed and fused within his grasp.

When Billy woke up thirty minutes later (he would have woken up much faster had Fawcett not insisted on singing to him.). He was greeted by the sight of Yuma dozing on the sofa wearing a black skin tight suit decorated with golden diamonds and swirls. There was a being with spiky white hair and golden eyes hovering over him, (all Billy could feel was ORDER,ORDER,O-) they gently laid a blanket over Yuma, tucking him in. Their gaze soft as they smile down at the sleeping Yuma.

Billy blinked, then they were gone.