#duelhearted

For every 🔖 I will draw my muse

STATUS: accepting 

    Now, which way was it that they had come from again?

    It was not unusual for a case to land her in an area that she wasn’t at all familiar with. If Neuro caught even the slightest whiff of a mystery with enough potential, they were off in an instant ( with Yako usually being dragged along by her head since she apparently “moved too slow” ). And once it was over and the puzzle had been consumed, it was really anyone’s guess whether the demon would return with her in tow, or simply vanish, leaving her to figure out how to get back for herself.

    The latter was obviously her current situation. But at least he hadn’t left her in a completely different city without her wallet again.

    Heaving a sigh and then stifling a yawn, the girl made her way down the unfamiliar street slowly, searching for signs that would lead her back to some sort of public transportation. It had been a long day, and all she really wanted to do was eat something and then sleep. But navigating unfamiliar territory made those desires seem like they were a lifetime away. Had she taken a wrong turn without realizing it?

    Yako stopped under a street light and glanced around the dimly lit area. It was doubtful that anyone else would be around at such a late hour, but there was no harm in looking.

    And, to her slight surprise, her eyes landed upon a faint silhouette of a person in the distance. The darkness made it hard to make out any details, but it hardly mattered. All she needed to do was double check that she was going the right way and then go home. It’d hardly take a minute of her time or their’s. She jogged towards the stranger, loosening the bow of her uniform a bit on her way there.

how about no

【⚡】 “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Maybe it was just a case of mistaken identity, but Manjoume was certain he recognized that face. With the Duel King’s picture practically plastered every square inch near the Academia’s Exhibition Hall, how could he not.  But, wasn’t this guy basically a legend? What was someone like him doing here?

          ‘What is wrong with me. . .?’

Staring down at his upturned palms, Yuugi desperately studied the details as though they might provide him with the clues needed to unravel the mystery that plagued him. 

The mystery of his own missing memories.

His friends referred to events that Yuugi himself had zero knowledge of -- despite their insistence on his being present for them. Time itself seemed to have passed at an accelerated rate recently; patches like white fog stretched across his recollections of the days and weeks past.

Ever since the night he’d completed the Puzzle.

Those same hands now lifted to clutch at the golden item, its points digging into his flesh with not inconsiderable pressure. Yuugi’s jaw tightened, pulse jumping in his throat. His one wish had come true. . .