C.N. April 2014: Digital Distraction Part 11

“For now.” Yami snapped at her. “We don’t know what these guys want, not really, or what they will try to get it.”

“We’ll get him back, Yami.” Joey promised the Pharaoh, “When’s that DimSoft thing again?”

“The boat leaves tomorrow night.” Yami continued pacing the room, going back and forth until Tristan was sure he was going to wear a groove into the floor. “But I told them I wasn’t going.”

“Obviously they didn’t take no for an answer.” Tristan scowled. “Who else got an invite?”

“Kari, Kaiba, beyond that...” Yami shrugged, not liking the fact he had such little information about Yugi’s kidnappers or the situation he was walking into.

“I have an invite.” Joey added to the list.

“So we know four guests at least.” Yami grouched.

“Well we’ll pull what we did at Duellist Kingdom.” Tea promised, “So you guys won’t be going alone.”

“That’s right.” Tristan pounded his hand with his fist, “And when we get there, we’re gunna find out where they’re holding Yugi and get him back.”

“And then I’ll make them regret ever laying a hand on him.” Yami agreed, his tone dark and vicious, causing the others to glance at each other nervously. They remembered how Yami had been when he had first awoken, little more than a bundle of psychotic, vengeful energy hiding within their friend. His voice now was a little too reminiscent of those days for their peace of mind.

“One step at a time, Yami.” Joey settled for saying, well aware that if they could get Yugi back, he would temper Yami’s mood and stop him from going too far where none of them could, “We have to get on the boat first.”

“Someone needs to tell Kari.” Yami growled out, still pacing, “Warn her. Ryou too. If it’s the Items they want, anyone who holds one is going to be a target.”

“I’ll do it.” Tea promised, watching the Pharaoh carefully, half expecting him to go do something insane. She wasn’t quite sure what that something was, or whether she should just let him get on with it, but she was expecting him to do something.

“Good.” Yami’s nod was short, sharp and dismissive. Tea tried not to get annoyed by it. It was only natural for Yami to be angry, but she wished he wouldn’t take it out on them. “Joey, Tristan, help me downstairs.”

It was an order and though it grated slightly, neither teen said anything. Instead they did as much as they could to help Yami clean up before Ojiisan got home. When he did his first reaction, thankfully, was to check on the safety of his grandsons rather than call the police.

Unfortunately they then had to tell him about what had happened. Solomon, after sitting and steadying his heart, started helping them clean up, leaving Tea to make the phone calls as they worked.