A/N: Now we're getting to my favorite part. I've been planning this one out for months! Also, I've discovered what Mpreg is! Yeah... I don't think i'll be able to put that in the story while still keeping to the plot, sorry. I don't even know how long the pregnancy cycle for porcupine-lion-dragon-monsters is, anyways.

Alakshmi, after her ever-so-graceful self-excusing from Kaijudo training, had gone straight to her job at the coffee shop. Sure, she'd called today off for that exact reason, but she figured that she could just lie and say that she meant to take off another day. She needed to blow off some steam, and this was the perfect place to do it, both literally and metaphorically. Her workday went by slowly, barley any of the customers or workers asking her too many questions, and she could breathe a sigh of relief here.

That is, until a familiar face walked in, of someone she hadn't expected to see for years to come. Fingers, who was significantly better dressed than she was used to. How utterly convenient that he was here on the 1 year anniversary of Raiden's dueling. She glared at him from behind the counter as she watched him order a drink and sit down at one of the tables, until one of her co-workers tapped her on the shoulder, telling her to bring out the latte and biscuit.

With a near death-grip on both foodstuffs, Alakshmi proceeded to march straight for the table, setting down them both with a dull thud on the table. She sat down at the table in the seat directly in front of him, keeping her gaze steady as he looked up and gave her a sly smile. "Hey," he said, before taking a sip of his drink. Gently putting it down, he asked "You want a tip or something, toots?"

"Don't play coy," she spat back, as he waved a hand condescendingly in front of her face to see if he could divert her gaze. "I know you wouldn't just show up here for no reason. So, I suggest you start talking." She stood up, looming over him. "Or I will make you."

Fingers blinked. And then, broke out into laughter, as Alakshmi's glare finally broke into disgusted confusion. After he'd caught his breath, he looked back up at her, and yanked a pen from his jacket. "Listen, babe, you got the wrong guy. I don't know what he did to you, but you've got some issues, girl." He said, messily scribbling something on a napkin. He handed it to her with a flick of the wrist. "Gimme a call if you wanna scream at me again, okay?"

And then, he left with his biscuit and drink, leaving her with the napkin. Written smack-dab in the center was "Joseph Morrigan" and a phone number. She crumpled it up and put it into her back pocket, grumbling to herself. "Lemme guess, ex-boyfriend?" one of her co-workers asked. "Something like that," she said.

The next day, Alakshmi went straight to the dojo, and shoved the napkin with the phone number in the face of the nearest duel master she could find. This unfortunate duel master happened to be Kimora, who had no idea what was going on, until he received a hasty explanation of the coffee shop visit from the young girl.

"And you want me to call him? Like some sort of tattletale?" He asked, after he'd been brought up to speed. "No," Alakshmi said, unamused. "Just let him know that he'd better watch his back if he tries anything funny! And believe you me, he will."

Kimora rolled his eyes, but dialed the number into his phone. Two rings sounded off before Fingers answered. And thus, what had to be the most awkward phone conversation (or any conversation, really) of Kimora's life ensued.

"Uh… yes. Hello? Hi, alright. Uh, I'm talking about the coffee shop thing that happened yesterday. Sorry, calling about. You know what I mean. I'm… this is. Uh. This is her father speaking. What are your intentions with my… daughter? No, look! Yes, she's had a very rough life. Well, I mean, there was a man involved, but… not like that, okay. Alright? Alright. No, she isn't, actually! That's extremely derogatory to say that! Look, let's just… no. No, no, no. Just stop. Fine. Goodbye." He hung up, and took a deep breath as Alakshmi could only stare wide eyed at what had just happened.

"Why… did you just say you were my father, exactly?" she asked after a very pregnant pause.

"I panicked, okay?" He said, quickly walking away as his face slowly started turning bright red. Well, he was of no use, she seemed. She soon realized that it was more than time to change tactics, and she knew just who to get for this situation. Of course, all she needed to do was to find him, first; but Alakshmi had a good idea of where he was.

Gabriel was in Master Nadia's laboratory, studying the chunk of metal that he'd been given by the Cyber Lords after they were able to examine it as well as check it for any possible radiation or other toxic emissions when it decomposed. From what he could see, it appeared to be a fusion between chrome, Water Civilization and fire Civilization metals, and titanium. None of these fusions could have happened in nature, they all would need to be man-made, but by who?

Gabriel's train of thought was derailed when he heard a knock at the door. Before he could get up, Alakshmi let herself in, practically stomping towards him with an ultimatum: "You need to help me track down Fingers. I've got a feeling that he's planning something." Gabriel nearly dropped the sample on hearing this. "Wait, Fingers is back, too?"

"Ugh, he met me at work, and gave me his number, and… Wait. What do you mean by 'too'?"

Gabe gulped, and quickly tried to backpedal. I mean, uh, there's this new threat to the Kaiju Realm, and I thought, 'hey, you know who else was evil? Fingers!' and then you mentioned him, and. Hm." He sighed. "Okay, I'll help. But this had better not turn into another sting operation against The Choten's nonexistent forces."

"Who ever said anything about the Choten?" Alakshmi asked, a bit amused by his slip of the tongue. Gabe squeaked when the gear clicked together and covered his mouth. But, after a bit of triangulation with the IP address of the call, they made their way to a rather large mansion, with a sturdy metal gate. "This cannot be the place!" Alakshmi yelled, completely shocked. "There's no way he lives here, no way."

"Gargle is not wrong. Perhaps friend Shmi should have eyes checked!" Gargle said, popping from Gabe's backpack. She gave a deep sigh, but pulled out her gauntlet, summoning Razorkinder Puppet to slice the gate door open. She walked through the now open gate, Gabe following suit, quietly apologizing to his parents and his own morals for breaking and entering as a seemingly foreboding drizzle of rain began.

The four of them heard a door slowly creak open and then slam shut, and the duelists steadied themselves for a battle, getting into defensive stances. But, all that came around the corner was Fingers, wholly unarmed, and utterly shocked upon coming across the random girl that threatened him at the coffee shop, some fat kid, and two multicolored patchwork demons. He then proceeded to pass out cold on the concrete parkway, much to the duelists' mutual shock.

"I knew this was a bad idea, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" Gabe whispered as he rushed over to Fingers and examined him. Upon his head were three suction marks, still bright red and bruised. Alakshmi walked over and stared in horror at the marks, realizing that she may have made a massive mistake. Hefting the unconscious teenager over her shoulders, she gestured to Gabe to help her get him inside, before anybody could see what had happened.

"So, that's why he didn't know what you were talking about at the coffee shop!" Gabe said, after the two had gotten him inside and onto a couch. The rain was pouring down at this point, thumping loudly on the roof as Alakshmi dabbed Finger's forehead with a damp, warm towel. "And, why he used his real name, rather than his nickname when he gave you his number!"

"For once, my intuition was wrong," she said, a bit embarrassed with herself. "I guess I got so sued to the worst case scenario, I couldn't tell it apart from some creep hitting on me." She looked down at him. "But, why would someone take his memories. What would he have to offer?" Fingers groaned as he shifted awake, Alakshmi still dabbing his forehead. She yelped and recoiled immediately when he looked up at her, nearly flopping off of the couch.

"Ugh, my head." Fingers groaned. "What happened…?" He looked around the room and saw Gabriel and Alakshmi. "Ugh, and what are you doing here? I could've sworn you wanted me dead. Or, at least your dad did."

Alakshmi rolled her eyes. "Well, excuse me for accepting a friendly offer!" she said, internally cringing at the thought of her and fingers being an item. "I just came by to maybe see if we could see a movie or something, but I guess you tripped and nearly got a concussion. I'm surprised you still remember your own name."

Fingers believed the lie, but then pointed at Gabe. "Alright, but who's that kid? What's he got to do with anything?"

"Tutoring," Gabriel and Alakshmi said in sync, spooking each other out. Gabe continued "Well, I'm helping her with Geometry, she's helping me with Social Studies, and it's a mutual… tutorial. Between the two of us." He smiled awkwardly. Fingers leaned back on the couch, chucking to himself. "Hey, she's got brains and a heart. I got lucky."

"You certainly did," Alakshmi said, pushing Gabriel out the front door. "Well, you seem to be doing a lot better, so I guess I'll see you when I see you! Goodbye!" She slammed the door behind herself, and took a deep breath. "We shall never speak of this again."