YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS ! I beat it! It came around and I took it down. I'm talking about writer's block. You should've seen what my writing did to it's integrity. I don't think it'll be knocking on my door anytime soon. Ok, now that I vented that of my system, let's get going shall we?

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As the misterious entity stopped in front of the old building, he took off the helmet, placing it in the space in front of him. He raised himself of the runner, walking inside the building.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Getting no response, he decided to move deeper inside the dusty room, boots clicking and clacking as he stepped forward. He looked around the room and soon it's old dark look was replaced with brightness as he turned on the light switch. It looked exactly like it had once he'd left.

Soon his mind drifted back to days when the room was much more alive. The smell of coffee, the sound of bickering and fixing as work was done on duel runners. Back then, things were so much easier. It was good. There was nothing but engines and programs and friends playing jokes on each other. The dream faded from his mind as he noticed the ground was... clean. Really clean. Considering no one should have been there in years. The last person/people here must have cleaned it a few months ago. It was them. I'm sure of it. That means they're in the city. That should make my job easier.

He stepped out into the street and got on his runner. He looked back to the sign above the door. Popo Time.

"The good old days." He smirked, putting on his helmet, revving up his runner and driving away in the direction of the rising skyscrapers, towering over the city vista.

-MEANWHILE-WITH JACK-BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T SEEN THE KING IN A WHILE-

Jack was found sitting in one of the chairs of the Cafe la Geen, drinking a cup of his infamous Blue-Eyes Mountain coffee. He put on a face of enjoyement as he sipped more of the liquid.

"Money well spent." Then he saw Carly arriving in her car. He looked inside the cafe and gulped. Normally his girlfriend arriving wasn't a problem, but Stephanie was walking to him and that meant a catfight was not far. It had been close to happening quite a few times, and although he enjoyed seeing Carly fighting for "her man", he wasn't a fan of letting those two go at it. Much.

"So Jack... need anything else?" Jack raised his cup and said.

"No thank you Stephanie, I'm all good." Than he looked behind the waitress. Here we go.

"Now that you mention it I'd like a cup of coffee myself." Stephanie jumped as she heard the voice behind her, immediately composing herself as a glare formed on her face. Jack took another sip of his coffee with closed eyes and sat his cup down. He stretched in his seat and warmed up his joints.

"Anything else to go with that order?"

"No, thank you." Carly moved to Jack and kissed him, sitting down at his side. Stephanie turned around and walked inside, calling the other woman a not-so-appropriate name. Carly got up and pulled up her sleeves, on her way to beat the living... waitress out of her, only Jack stopped her from moving.

"Sit down beautiful."

"That woman is asking for it." Jack took another sip of his coffee.

"Why do you think I warmed up? It won't take long before I have to separate you two, while fighting for my own life." Carly punched him in the arm, he shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

"Fine. Don't believe me. We'll see."

"Yes we will." Soon Stephanie arrived with Carly's coffee and left a quiet but direct message to her: I don't like you and the only reason I'm not burning you with this coffee is because Jack could get hurt too. Carly simply waved her off once she was done, shooing her inside. She did, reluctantly.

"Why do you come to this place? You know I don't like that waitress. She's always hitting on you."

"I come here because it's the only place in town that sells the coffee I like. Besides, you don't need to worry love. I'm all yours."

"Hmm. That better be true or I'll whoop the living coat-tails out of you." Not the coat-tails. Jack moved forward to kiss her in order to disguise the fact that he was scared of her girlfriend. Truth be told, Carly looked harmless but she could be a beast when she wanted to. An evil puppet master. Scheming plans to get what she wanted. Jack liked a little sassy side, but this was a bit too much.

"So... why did you call me here?"

"I need your help." She rolled her eyes.

"Figures. What's up?"

"Well you know next month is the Fortune Cup."

"Right..."

"I want you to help me convince Yusei to duel again."

"Well wouldn't Akiza be a better woman for the job? You know, what with her being his girl and all?"

"I'm getting to that. I want you to convince her to do it."

"Oh. Well, I don't know." She liked playing with Jack. He moved a bit closer to her and wispered in her ear. Whatever it was it made the woman grin suggestively.

"You got yourself a deal." He kissed her again.

"God I love kissing you." So he did. Again. He then looked to her eyes.

"Why did you stop using your glasses again?" She huffed out in annoyance.

"I thought we talked about this. I wanted a bit of change."

"Yes, I get that. But I liked your glasses. They were part of you."

"Well now they're not."

"But..."

"That's that. Talk of this again and I will hit you."

"Fine." Speaking of hitting, Stephanie arrived at the table with the bill. Apparently she'd gotten it wrong. Carly said it was on purpose. Stephanie said it wasn't. From then on it became a snowball and soon enough they were at each others throats, with Jack in the middle trying to stop them from hurting themselves or him any more than they already had.

And that's it. Poor Jack. The man doesn't get to rest. BTW, did he seem a bit OOC or something? 'Cause I think he did. Let me know in the reviews. Oh, and...

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