Five Years Later.

I had never really gotten the full story. Jun, sure as hell, would never talk about it afterwards. There were bits and pieces on the news, rumors going around. Some said that she died in a car accident. Others said that she was murdered. I thought it just a bit odd that Shoji insisted that they just buried her and have no autopsy. That started a bunch of rumors that he had possibly killed her. I think that was more believable. But that was just me. The Manjoume house wasn't the most- honest… of houses, after all. It would make sense for a member's hands to be stained with blood.

But I never did understand the reasoning. I heard a whole bunch of different stories, all of them dealt with Chosaku. Why would Shoji kill because his adopted 'daughter' was close her adoptive father? Was that not how families were supposed to be? Again, I wouldn't really know. My family was always out for a number of reasons. So I grew up dueling other people and with Yubel- but that's a different story.

I felt bad for Jun. After that day, even up until now, I have yet to see him in person. I think he's supposed to be…Oh; he was always one year older than me. That makes him… Twenty-three. Wow, long time indeed. He went on to be a Pro in Dueling, just like me. But we never have seen each other since that night in the hotel. I wonder how he's doing…

"I really do need to stop writing down all my thoughts." Judai scoffed at the words he had just scribbled down on the piece of paper in front of him. He was surprised at how good his penmanship actually looked, due to where he was at the moment. For once, the subway wasn't as crowded as one would think. There was, much to Judai's surprise, seats available when he came on. The poor lighting and rattling of the underground train would make it hard for anyone to write. But Judai thought of himself as a god, almost. So, being the rebel that he was, he just forced himself to write. It killed time, anyway.

The brunette pulled the paper out in front of him, scanning it over one more time. "Wow," he commented, letting his chocolate eyes tear away and look ahead of him. He unconsciously slipped the paper into his back pants pocket. "That's the most I've written since I left Duel Academia."

"Next stop: Domino City. Thank you for using us as your Subway service."

"Heh, expected." Judai stood up, grabbing on to a pole to steady himself as the subway started to come to a stop. He stretched his limbs, and then walked off as quickly as he could. Judai knew better than to hang around a subway in Domino City. People would always get run over if they did.

After exiting the subway station, he was confronted with a few boys anxious to duel a pro, and- as usual- he won against all three, who then begged for his autograph. Judai was soaking up all the attention- he absolutely loved it- before he had to bid them farewell and continue down the sidewalk to his hotel.

It was a four-star hotel, and his room was down the side of the building. He hated the looks of it, almost like an alleyway.

"If I knew any better, I'd say it was. Sorta reminds me of the Osiris Dorms," the brunette mumbled to himself.

As he pulled out the key he had received to open the door, he had to use the moon's light just to see where the key-hole was. He was about to enter his room when the sound of a garbage can moving caught his attention. Judai, being the naturally curious person that he was, put his luggage down just inside the room and the key into his back pocket.

He shut the door and turned around, looking for the source of the noise. "That's… strange," he mumbled when he found nothing. And again, the noise came. "Great, this is not funny." Judai kicked a stray piece of garbage from the concrete ground, placing his hands on his hips. "I come here for a vacation, and now I'm being stalked by kids!"

"Kids!" A creature that looked like Jack-Skellington on a larger scale, with swirled eyes and a demonic grin on it's face, appeared before Judai. The brunette took a step back, his back meeting the closed door to his room.

"Wh- what the he-!"

"More-"The Trump slammed it's hand upon Judai, pinning him in place. "I need more power!"

Those chocolate eyes stared wide into the swirled eyes of the creature pinning him to the door. He couldn't even move now, but he could see it. He was going to die if he didn't do something. Calling for help? No, he could barely breathe due to the pressure on his chest. 'Oh Ra, I'm going to die.'

Just as the creature went to devour the pinned brunette, an arrow-shaped set of flames shot in to the trump's head, knocking it back due to surprise. A tall, brunette girl jumped in front of Judai, down from what he guessed was the roof. Her hands themselves were engulfed in flames, and she was dressed in all camouflage, except for the black combat boots. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a pony-tail that fell to her shoulders. She turned to face Judai for a moment, crimson eyes locking on to chocolate brown orbs, her crimson irises almost hidden under shaggy brown bangs.

"H- H-! Hito!" Judai stuttered out. It was then he believed that he was dreaming, completely and utterly. Hitogoroshi was dead, and Jun had said so. That was five years ago- why would Jun lie!

"Sh!" The girl said, placing her index finger over her lips for emphasis, then turned her attention back to the trump who was reaching out for her. The girl jumped up off the ground, dragging her hands down it's head until she came to an eye, shoving her hand in there. Then she jumped off, her hands no longer covered in flames. It was safe to grab Judai now, which she did, and shoved her hand down his pocket to grab the key, forcing the door open, and pushed Judai in. She also jumped in just in time to avoid the explosion she caused from the trump, shutting the door before the flames disappeared.