*Comes home carrying a big sack. Opens the door to find the living room in a complete mess with Lisa standing in the middle of it with her thinking face on displace. Gasps in horror* Wh-wh-wh-what's happened here?
Lisa: Uh huh . . . . *distracted* a tornado flew through….
*makes away around the mess* What did you do to my house? And a tornado cannot do this! What's going on here?
Lisa:…. Trying to find someone….
…. Trying to find….. Who're you trying to find! I don't believe you would have found them in the couch!
Lisa: . . . . *Turns to face me* Okay, I'm trying to find Yugi. In your other posts, he was there…. But he ain't now! Where is he?
Um…. Now that you mention it…. I haven't seen him around lately… I wonder where he went…
Lisa: Hm.. we must go find him! I'll go get the spears, you go get the rope!
…. Well… this'll be a fun hunt!
DISCLAIMER: ll kairi ll does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor any of its characters, just her own! ^^
Chapter eleven:
"Hey Joey!" The said blond stopped and waited for his two friends to catch up. School just let out, meaning everyone was going home.
Once his friends, Tea and Tristan, caught up with him, he continued to walk.
"Hey man," Tristan said, walking on his right.
"Sup?" Joey answered casually.
Tea walked on Joey's other side and said, "Me and Tristan were going over to the little café. Wanna come with us?"
"Sure," Joey nodded. "But I have to go somewhere first."
"Okay," Tea responded, knowing better than to ask him where. If she knew her blond haired friend, than she knew he was going to the police department.
Within a few minutes the group of three stopped.
"I'll see you in a few." Joey stated to his friends. "Just order me the usual." He started to walk away from his two friends, not caring that he was acting differently.
"Even after a year, he's still taking it hard." Tristan mumbled as he and Tea walked the opposite way, heading towards the café.
Tea nodded. "Yeah, but he's also reminded everyday that one of his friends are gone." She said, mentioning the Millennium Puzzle and Yami. Since their smaller friend left, Joey had not let the puzzle leave his sigh. He wouldn't go anywhere without it or even let it leave his hands.
The two brunettes walked in silence the rest of the way to the café, thinking of their lost bundle of joy.
Meanwhile . . .
Joey walked into the familiar police department with his hands buried in his pants pockets. His shoulders were hunched over a bit and his normal smile was expressing a grim line.
'Going to talk with the detective again?' A voice popped into his head.
He nodded, "Yup."
About three times a week, Joey would go talk with the detective and try to get him to keep looking. But every time, the man refused.
The blond walked past several officers who were at their desks, either talking on the phone, to a person, or in one case, reading a book. No one looked up as he passed by them. Turning down the hallway, he kept walking till he reached a door marked Detective Wilson. He pushed the door opened and walked inside.
The room was small, about the size of any normal office room. A few black filing cabinets lined the walls along with a black book case and a black couch. In the middle of the room was a desk with two chairs, one behind it and the other in front. A computer, phone, and lots of papers covered the table top, leaving no space to see the actual table.
Joey looked around the room and spotted the man reading a file near one of the cabinets. He closed the door behind himself and walked further into the room.
Without even glancing up, the detective greeted him, "A pleasure seeing you again, Mr. Wheeler."
Joey sent a hard glare at the middle aged man. "Have you found anything new?"
Wilson closed the file he was reading and placed it back into the cabinet. He turned face Joey. Now detective Wilson, like I said, is a middle-aged man. He has brown eyes and short black hair that was turning gray. He is average height, ranging around 5'5 to 5'6. He is skinny and wore black pants and a white, button down shirt with the top two buttons undone.
"Like I told you last week and the week before, Mr. Wheeler, we had to close the case. There are no leads or anything to go by." Wilson said patiently, but a bit annoyed.
Joey crossed his arms against his chest. "Who cares if there are no leads! Send your men out there and find some!"
Wilson walked over to his desk and sat down. He offered the seat across from him, but the blond declined. The detective shrugged. "Mr. Wheeler, my men are always busy; they do not have time to - -,"
"Bull shit." Joey growled. "Your men are not always busy. One of them is reading a book out there! Do don't give me that crap that they are always busy."
"Joey listen," Wilson said, forgetting the formalness. He rubbed his temples as if he had a head-ache. "Your friend, Mr. Mutou, he is a lost cause. I know you don't want to believe that, not do you want to hear it, but you are a grown man. There are cases about kidnapping in Tokyo, too, but so far, none of them have been a success. They have been going on for years now. What I'm trying to get at Joey, is that you need to just let your friend go. We have tried everything we could."
Joey gave the detective a hard glare before turning around and leaving. Just as he opened the door, he growled in a low, cold voice, "I guess you don't know what it's like to have a best friend who changed your life for the better. I will never let my friend go. If there's a possibility on finding him, I'll take it. I don't need your help anymore, so just go back to reading, pretending to even give a damn about what's going on." With that, he walked out of the office and slammed the door shut.
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A couple minutes later, the same blond was walking down the street, muttering to Yami, "I won't give up looking if it's the last thing I do!"
Yami appeared in his spirit form was floating/walking next to him. 'And for that, we thank you.' His voice was how it had been for the last few months' depressed and lonely. 'I'm glad you're not giving up, Joey. I don't . . . know how to thank you.'
The little café quickly came into sight as they continued walking.
"Don't have to . . . I just feel so useless, you know? I haven't been able to help, let alone do anything. I'm so helpless!"
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The intercom on the bus hummed, waking its' passengers. "Pack up your things, ladies and gentlemen; we will be arriving in Tokyo City in a few minutes."
"There already?" A sleepy Devin yawned.
Alex rubbed her eyes and sat up. She looked over to Yugi and almost gasped aloud. "Yugi, are you okay?" Her pillow was beyond pale and his jaw was firmly clenched shut. He had a line of sweat slide down his temple as if he was in the desert of Egypt when its sun blazed over a hundred degrees.
He nodded. "Yeah . . . just a bit lightheaded." Was all he said.
Alex nodded, not convinced, but feeling like he didn't want to talk about it. Still worried, she looked out the window and grew excited about being close to home.
Yugi, knowing what was causing his condition, looked around the bus to do a (random) head count. He paused before recounting but getting the same results.
'Fourteen including myself. We're missing someone. Did we leave someone behind?' The thought shook him to the core so looked around again to figure who was missing.
After a minute of frantically searching, he thought of it. "Hey, where's Haku?"
Many of the heads perked up, but when they heard the name, quickly looked away with an uncomfortable look plastered upon their faces. Yugi tilted his head to the side confused.
"Um . . . Yugi," Devin began softly. When he didn't continue, Marcus took over, seeing as he and Haku were close buddies.
"While you were with Cassandra the first night, Haku . . . he, he committed suicide." Yugi's eyes widen in shock.
"W-why?"
"He was tired of being there . . . if he only waited a couple more hours!"
Yugi was speechless. Haku was a really nice guy. He was just a few months younger than Yugi, but a while lot smarter. Like, ten times smarter. Sometimes, Haku offered to play a few games, one that would involve either lying or Math, and beat whoever he played against. He tried once to play Duel Monsters, but ended up being a fail at it. Surprising right? But, he was such a nice, sweet kid . . . how . . .?
Alex cleared her throat and asked the question Yugi wanted to know, "How'd he do it?"
"He stole one of the kitchens knives and slit his throat in the middle of the night." Mark answered.
Slowly, the bus came to a stop and the intercom came back on. "Sorry kids, but this is as far as I go. Got to get to Domino on your own."
The teens started out the window to see that they were in the city.
"It's about half an hour to the closest police station, same for Domino. "Krissy said glumly as her shoulders sagged in disappointment.
Thanking the bus driver, the group of fourteen got off the bus and watched as it drove away. Then, they all stood there, gazing at the city in longing.
"We're home!" One of the guys yelled.
Without another moment to lose, everyone crushed Yugi into a group hug, everyone except for Mark, who stood on the sidelines, watching.
"Thanks, man!"
"We owe you big time!"
"You're awesome!"
"I'll never forget you!"
These were all thrown at the smaller boy. Yugi smiled as everyone started to pull away. One by one, he watched them run off towards, in what Yugi would guess to be, the direction of the police station, throwing another thank you and a good luck at him. Marcus, TJ, Sai, Lee, Tiler, Leon, Sokko, and Greg. He watched them go. The people that stayed behind were the three girls, Devin and Mark. Yugi gulped in nervous-ment at see him.
The copper-color boy walked up to Yugi, his eyes showing no emotion. When he was standing in front of him, he still hadn't said anything.
"Mark, I - -," Yugi started to say only to be cut off by the taller kid who thrust his hand out suddenly. Yugi stared at it a bit confused, but then quickly understood. As friends, they shook hands.
"Yugi, I wanted to say sorry about everything. You reminded me of my brother's killer before he died. I was scared that he had busted out of jail and . . . I . . . I shouldn't have hurt you . . ."
Yugi nodded. "Sometimes, things just happen for a reason."
"Yeah, I guess. But, Yugi?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks, and . . . see you around?"
He smiled. "Mmm," and he watched his former bully take off after the other guys.
Next came Dixie who stayed where she was. "You know," she started in a sexy voice. "If you ever wanna . . . you know, just give me a call." She winked.
His face started to feel hot and he quickly shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline that offer."
"You're no fun. But, Yugi thanks. I can finally go home." Dixie didn't give him a hug or anything as she took off, but at a leisurely walk.
"Last, but not least," a voice said before two pairs of arms wrapped tightly around the boy. "It was great getting to know you, Yugi." Krissy said.
"Y-yeah, same here, Krissy." Yugi shyly mumbled.
"Hey, what about me?" A different voice sounded behind the girls. All three of them looked over and found a pouting Devin. They laughed.
"Come here, Devin." Alex and Krissy broke apart to add the other in.
As a group, the four teens hugged each other tightly.
"All I can say is that I'm glad to have met you three," Yugi announced. "I don't think I could have survived without you guys being there." He could feel the others nod in agreement.
When they broke apart, a minute later, Yugi found tears forming in both girls eyes, but they wouldn't let them fall.
Before Yugi could so much as utter a single word, Alex started to reach into her jeans pocket. He, along with the other two, watched in wonder.
"Al, what're you doing?" Krissy asked just as her friend pulled a small, neatly folded piece of paper out, handing it to Yugi.
He took the piece of paper and opened it up. The paper had some numbers scribbled on it in blue ink.
"It's my number." Alex said. Yugi looked up. "Don't ask how I got the paper, but I want you to call me after you talk with the police, alright? Promise?"
Yugi smiled and nodded. He slipped the paper into his jeans pocket. "Right, and I promise."
"And before you go," At the same time, both girls leaned forward and kissed his cheeks.
His face turned a deep shade of scarlet.
"Call me, Yugi! Bye Devin!" Alex giggled as she and Krissy pulled away and took off running in the direction of everyone else.
All who was left was Devin, and the poor kid looked like he was about to cry.
"Devin, I wanted to say thanks. Thanks for becoming my friend."
The dark haired boy smiled. "Thank you for sticking up for me every time."
"Yup, I know what it felt like to sit on the sidelines and watch you get hurt. But, anyways, I need to get to Domino before sun down." He hugged Devin tightly before saying his final goodbye.
Devin watched his friend start running in the opposite way than the others.
"Good luck, Yugi." He whispered before turning around and took off running towards the police station.
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