#fatedthunder

The young LDS student was sitting in a café in the heart of Downtown Miami, kicking her feet as she slurped a delicious soda through a straw. It wasn’t often she got the chance to go out like this, her social life not exactly being the best. Though, Crescent knows the goal of this outing isn’t for simple fun. She had business to discuss with the purple-haired male sitting across from her. 

“Um...thanks for coming, Akihiro. I...I appreciate it. A-And don’t worry about the check. I’ll pay for whatever you order. Take it as a thank you for doing so much for me.” Mr. Akaba gave her access to his company's credit card, and while Crescent didn’t like abusing it, she had to repay someone for their services someway if he won’t accept a regular payment, right? 

The younger man’s offer to help her solve the mystery of her forgotten past for free was one that was way too kind. She had a desire to know where she came from, and what the occasional flashes she sees mean. Crescent certainly stood out amongst her classmates, both due to her connection to the Akaba family and her seeming to pass all of her XYZ courses without needing to even try. Her emerald hues glance to her deck, grasping it lightly in her hands as her gaze shifts to look at Akihiro again.

“Also, as you can see, I brought my deck like you asked. Did...Did you want to take a look at it?” The girl asks, stretching it out towards him. Crescent can hear the voices of her cards whining in response to the action, the spirits not exactly like being touched by other people than their duelist. Crescent made sure to tell them through their bond that he was a safe person. Even in the short time she’s known him, she’s come to trust Akihiro after seeing just what kind of person he is through their interactions. Not just anyone would offer to do a case like this for free, you know. 

“Hey, wait! Come back! I just want to get an interview!” The reporter calls out, moving as fast as her legs could take her. Carly’s determination when it came to her craft was admirable, even if not knowing when to quit has gotten her into a fair share of trouble in the past. Still, she wasn’t going to let this scoop go! 

“It’s an article for the local paper! Nothing mainstream, I swear! I-I’ll even buy you a coffee!”

The duelist’s focus was on his runner, Yusei tuning his machine diligently. Competing in the Fortune Cup had not been at all in his interest, even after Leo’s enthusiasm towards the concept. However, when the purple-haired clown associate of Goodwin appeared and threatened him to compete in order to ensure his friend’s back home would be safe, things changed. He no doubt suspects the mysterious mark that had appeared on his arm during his duel with Jack was part of why they wanted him so bad, but as to what the mark meant? Yusei had no clue.

His focus on his work would soon be broken as he feels a light tap on his shoulder, the Satellite turning around and his eyes widening at the sight before him. It had been shocking when Tanner and Yanagi showed up earlier that morning, but the last person he expected to see after everything that’s happened was a familiar face from back home. 

“Akihiro?! How did you get here from the Satellite, and more importantly, why? I told you to let me handle Jack.” Yusei figured after his escape they would have been a lot stricter with the monthly cleaning of the pipeline. Not only that, considering Rally and the others were in the photo, the possibility Akihiro would have been locked up too did cross his mind. He’s definitely happy to see his friend alive and well, but he can’t help but show concern.