Yugioh Arc V: Legends of the Red-Eyes

Legend of the Red Eye

Authors note I don't own Yugioh or any of its characters. This Fanfic follows a boy with a red eyes deck.

Hope you enjoy.

Last Chapter: Chapter 12

"SORA!" I screamed, my voice raw and desperate. The tears came in torrents, flooding my face, unstoppable, like a waterfall crashing over me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I couldn't keep the pain locked away.

"You—!" My voice cracked as I choked on the words, my fury boiling over. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you, you bastard!"

Every part of me screamed for revenge, for justice, for something—anything to bring Sora back. But deep down, I knew it wouldn't bring him back. Nothing would. And yet, in that moment, all I could feel was the blinding, suffocating rage coursing through my veins.

Here's a revised version of that scene with a more tense and reflective tone:

But everything came to a sudden halt when I saw his face—shock. Pure disbelief.

"Where did he go?" he whispered, his voice trembling as if the question alone could make sense of the chaos.

I looked around, panic tightening in my chest. Then it hit me—there was no card, no sign of his transformation. No evidence that he had been turned into something else. The weight of it crashed over me, slowly, painfully.

I froze, the realization dawning on me with a sickening clarity.

"He went back to Duel Academy…" The words left my mouth in a whisper, but they felt like a heavy weight pressing down on my chest.

Chapter 13: Hidden Emotions Part 1

Next Morning.

It was a morning like no other in the Yusho household. The usual happy chaos—the laughter echoing through the halls, the sound of Yuya practicing his moves, and Yoko's cheerful humming in the kitchen—was absent. In its place hung a heavy, oppressive silence, like a dark cloud had settled over us, refusing to lift.

Yoko sat at the dining table; her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Her eyes, normally so full of warmth and light, were distant, unfocused. She had barely spoken a word since we found out. Every so often, her fingers would twitch, as if she were reaching for something—or someone—that wasn't there. One couldn't blame her. She was starting to think of us as family, and now that another member of her family has disappeared, she was struggling to take it. Especially since it was "My fault"

"He was so young," she whispered, her voice breaking. "So full of life. How could I have just kicked them out like that?"

Across the room, Yuya was pacing in agitated, uneven steps. His fists were clenched, his shoulders tight with tension, and his face was set in a furious scowl. "It's not your fault mom, its his fault," he growled, stopping suddenly and slamming his hand onto the table, startling Yoko. "Kai! He was there! He could've stopped this! Instead, he just let Sora disappear!"

"Yuya," Yoko said gently, her voice shaking, "we don't know the whole story yet—"

Yuya whirled around, his eyes blazing with anger and grief. "What more do we need to know? He was there when it happened, wasn't he? He didn't do anything to protect Sora! And now Sora's—" He choked on his words, unable to say it aloud.

Tears streamed down Yoko's face as she rose to her feet, placing a hand on Yuya's shoulder. "Yuya, I know how much this hurts, but blaming Kai won't bring Sora back."

Yuya shook her hand off, his voice trembling with rage. "If he hadn't been there, none of this would've happened in the first place. How do we even know he's not the one who took Sora away. After all, we haven't seen him since."

Yoko's eyes widened, and for a moment, the room fell silent except for Yuya's heavy breathing.

"Yuya…" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you don't mean that."

Yuya turned away, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he muttered. "But I'll find Kai. And when I do, he's going to give me answers—whether he wants to or not."

The Yusho household, once filled with warmth and love, now felt cold and fractured, weighed down by grief and suspicion. The absence of Sora was a void none of us knew how to fill. I wasn't even there when it happened. It was Declan himself who had to break the news to Yuya and Yoko—that Sora had disappeared. And just like Yusho. Probably not the best way to phrase it, Declan…

Meanwhile, I found myself standing alone on a bridge, staring out at the endless ocean. The waves crashed against the shore below, but their sound felt distant, like the world itself was detached from me. My mind was a storm, every thought pulling me deeper into the abyss of guilt.

My life had been unravelling piece by piece, ever since those XYZ remnants arrived.

The tutoring sessions with Yuzu, which had once been a welcome distraction and even a source of hope, were no more. I hadn't seen her since that encounter with Yuto and Yuma. Things between us felt... fractured. She didn't look at me the same way anymore, and I couldn't blame her. My relationship with Yuya had fractured, too—so much so that it felt like a shadow of what it once was. It had started after Yuzu and I encountered Yuto and Yuma, though I couldn't fully understand why.

And now, Sora was gone. Taken back to Duel Academy, the very place I'd sworn to keep him away from, The very heart of where our enemies resided.

"It's all my fault," I whispered to myself, the words escaping my lips like a broken record. They hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I had vowed to protect Sora, to bring him back safely. I had failed. I thought of Yoko—kind, strong, and endlessly loving. She had already endured so much, losing her husband all those years ago. I had wanted to shield her from that pain, to make sure she never had to lose someone she cared about again. But now, I had failed her, too.

The thought of her shattered expression made my chest ache. She would be sitting at the table, trying to hold herself together for Yuya's sake, like she always do. And Yuya—Yuya would be furious. Not just at the situation, but at me. He already thought I was to blame for so much. This would only add to the fire.

Hey," a voice called out softly, breaking through the storm in my mind.

I turned to my right and saw Yuzu standing there, an umbrella in hand to shield herself from the rain. Her expression was calm yet filled with quiet concern. I hadn't even realized it was raining.

Tilting my head back, I let the rain crash onto my face. The cold droplets traced paths down my skin, blending with the tears I hadn't noticed until now. Above me, the dark, stormy clouds churned, as if they mirrored the chaos inside me.

Then, an umbrella suddenly came into view, cutting off the rain. Yuzu had stepped closer, holding the umbrella over me now. She stood silently, shielding me from the downpour as though she was trying to shield me from the weight of my guilt and the turmoil in my heart.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears came harder, uncontrollably, as I broke down. I hadn't cried like this since I lost my father. That raw, consuming grief surged back now, and it hit me just how much Sora truly meant to me.

Images of him flashed through my mind—his fiery determination, his stubborn smile, and that unforgettable day just yesterday. The two of us had gone place to place, Sora fighting for his six consecutive duels to get a spot in the Miami Championships. He didn't do it for glory or recognition; he did it for us. To fulfil that promise of battling each other in the finals.

I gripped the railing tightly, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't even know why I'm crying, Yuzu," I said, shaking my head. "It's not like he's dead. He's alive, out there somewhere... but he's not the Sora we knew." I bit my lip, the words bitter on my tongue. "He's evil now. A pawn of Duel Academy. No emotions, no soul, just like the rest of them."

Yuzu didn't understand a thing I was saying so she just kept quiet for a moment. She just stayed there, her presence quiet but steady, the umbrella still shielding me from the rain. It was enough to keep me standing, even as everything else felt like it was falling apart.

"If it's true that Sora is still out there, we'll find him," Yuzu said firmly, her voice steady despite the storm around us. She held my gaze, her determination cutting through the rain like a beacon of hope. "I promise, Kai."

I nodded, quickly wiping away the tears that clung to my face. I didn't want to cry anymore—not in front of her, not now. The embarrassment of showing that much vulnerability burned in my chest.

"But I need to know everything," Yuzu continued, her tone sharper now, almost demanding. "This Duel Academy, Sora's disappearance, and how it's all connected to those guys. I know you're holding something back, Kai."

Her words stung because they were true. I had been holding back, and I could see in her eyes that she knew it. She was searching for answers, for clarity, but I couldn't give her any. Not now.

I looked at her, my expression softening with sadness. She didn't deserve to be dragged into this mess any more than she already was. I wanted to tell her everything—to let her know the truth about Duel Academy, about why Sora was taken, and the real danger that was closing in on all of us.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't bear to put her in danger. Yuzu, who had already been through so much, didn't need to know she was being hunted. I didn't want her to live in fear, looking over her shoulder every day, wondering when it would come for her.

"I can't," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the rain.

"What?" Yuzu asked, leaning closer, her concern deepening.

I shook my head, forcing a weak smile as I stepped back. "Don't worry, Yuzu. I'll figure it out. You just focus on staying safe."

Her frown deepened, frustration flickering across her face, but she didn't push me further. Not this time.

"Fine," Yuzu said, crossing her arms as she turned slightly away from me. Her voice was sharp, laced with hurt. "If you don't want to tell me, then don't. But don't you think Yuya, and his mom at least deserve an explanation?"

I flinched at her words.

"Sora was part of their lives too, Kai. For a while, he was like family to them. They're worried sick, and they have no idea what happened. You think keeping quiet is helping them?"

Yuzu's tone cut through me like a blade. She was right. Here I was, standing on this bridge, wallowing in my failure and guilt, while Yuya and Yoko were left to suffer in the dark. They had lost Sora, just as I had, and yet I had been too blinded by my own self-pity to realize the pain my silence was causing them.

I hung my head, shame burning through me like fire.

"You're right," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the rain.

I felt Yuzu's gaze on me, unyielding but not unkind. Her words had been harsh, but they weren't meant to hurt me—they were meant to wake me up. And they had.

I suddenly looked up, determination flooding back into my chest. "You're right!" I said, my voice stronger this time.

Yuzu blinked, a hint of surprise softening her features, but she said nothing, waiting for me to continue.

"I've been so caught up in my own guilt, I didn't stop to think about what they're going through. I need to tell them the truth. All of it."

Yuzu nodded, a small smile breaking through her frustration. "Good. They deserve that much."

"I need to get back home," I said abruptly, standing up and moving toward my motorcycle in a rush.

"Wait, Kai!" Yuzu called after me, her voice laced with urgency as she hurried to keep up.

I swung my leg over the seat of my motorcycle, pausing for a moment before starting the engine. As I turned back to look at her, she was standing just a step away, her hair damp from the rain, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination.

"Yuya is in the middle of his third duel to qualify for the Miami Championships," she said, her voice steady but soft. "I think it's at that haunted house on Chain Street."

For a moment, I just stared at her, the rain falling gently around us. Her unwavering support, her ability to always know what to say, it all hit me at once. Despite everything, she had been there for me—steadfast and unyielding, even when I didn't deserve it.

I felt a small, unbidden smile tug at the corner of my lips. "Thanks, Yuzu," I said, my voice softer than usual. "For everything."

Her cheeks flushed lightly, a soft pink blooming against the pale hue of her skin. Yet, with a defiant tilt of her head and arms crossed firmly, she concealed her blush behind a veneer of playful annoyance. She leaned in, pressing a quick peck to my cheek, her lips warm and gentle. "Just hurry, okay?" she said with a small smile, her voice soft yet insistent. "Yuya and Yoko need you."

Fighting back my blood rushing towards my face, I nodded, revving the engine as the sound echoed through the damp street. But before I sped off, I glanced at her one last time, the weight of her presence grounding me in a way nothing else could. As she stood there, still shielding herself from the rain with her umbrella, I realized how much I wished I could confide in her. Tell her everything, about duel academy, about my past, but some truths were too dangerous to share.

"I'll see you soon," I said, my voice carrying a note of sincerity I couldn't hide.

As I drove off into the rain, I couldn't shake the warmth that lingered in my chest, even as the storm raged around me.

Creepy haunted house

The creaking of the wooden floorboards echoed through the dimly lit haunted house on Chain Street. The faint glow of flickering lanterns provided an eerie atmosphere, casting long shadows on the walls. The faint sound of duel disks activating and the cheers of spectators filtered through the air, but the energy in the room felt heavy. Yuya was in the middle of a heated duel against a creepy girl dressed in a witch's costume, her laughter echoing unnervingly with every move she made.

Kai stepped out from the main dueling hall into a quieter corner of the house, where he spotted Yoko leaning against an old, dusty railing. She was watching Yuya from afar, her face tight with concern.

Kai hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should approach her. He had avoided her and Yuya all day, guilt gnawing at him every second. But now, seeing her here, he knew he couldn't keep running. He took a deep breath and walked toward her.

"Mrs. Sakaki," Kai began, his voice softer than usual.

Yoko turned, her red hair catching the dim light. Her warm eyes, always so full of life, were now clouded with worry. "Kai," she said, her tone kind but tinged with exhaustion. "I was wondering if you'd show up."

Kai lowered his head. "I... I'm sorry for everything."

Yoko raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"For the trouble I've caused. For the worry I've put you and Yuya through." Kai looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "Sora's disappearance... it's my fault. I should've protected him. I should've stopped him from going back."

Yoko's expression softened, though a flicker of confusion crossed her face. "Kai, what do you mean by 'going back'? Where did Sora go?"

Kai hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It's complicated. Sora has ties to... a dangerous place. A place where people like him are forced to fight, to follow orders they don't truly believe in. I tried to save him from that, but I failed."

Yoko studied him, her brows furrowing. "You're saying Sora was involved in something... dangerous? And you knew?"

Kai nodded, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his guilt. "More like, I refused to believe it. I thought he was different. But I was wrong."

Yoko placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch gentle. "Kai, you can't blame yourself for everything. Sora made his own choices. And whatever he was involved in, I know you were only trying to help him."

Kai clenched his fists. "It's not just about Sora. It's about you, too. I didn't want you to lose another person you cared about—someone you saw as family. Not after what happened with Mr. Sakaki."

Yoko's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, the strength she always seemed to exude faltered. She looked away, her gaze drifting toward Yuya, who was fiercely commanding his Performapals in the duel.

"I promised myself I'd never let Yuya see me cry," Yoko said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "Not after Yusho disappeared. I had to be strong for him, for all of us. And then you and Sora came into our lives." Her eyes softened as she turned to me. "You two became like sons to me, Kai."

Her gaze shifted back toward the duel, where Yuya stood steadfast in his battle. "You've both become brothers to Yuya, too. He's always used dueltaining as a way to escape the reality that his father was gone. It gave him a purpose, something to focus on. But when you and Sora came into his life... I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much."

She paused, her lips curling into a bittersweet smile. "Losing Sora... it hurts, Kai. It really does. But I've learned that no matter how hard you try, you can't protect everyone from everything. Life isn't always fair. Sometimes, all you can do is be there for the people you love when it matters most."

Her words struck me harder than I expected. I clenched my fists, guilt and determination mixing in my chest. "You're right, Mrs. Sakaki. I've been so focused on blaming myself that I forgot what really matters."

We grew silence for a moment. I glanced toward the dueling arena, where Yuya was staring down the witch girl. Her cackling laughter filled the room as she played another haunting spell card, her field filled with eerie, floating ghostly monsters. Yuya was focused, but Kai could see the frustration in his movements.

"He's gotten stronger," Kai said, his tone softer now. "Yuya, I mean. But he's also angry. He thinks... he thinks I'm responsible for Sora's disappearance."

Yoko frowned. "Why would he think that?"

"Because I've been avoiding him," Kai admitted. "Because I haven't told him the truth. He knows something is wrong, but he doesn't understand what's really going on. And I don't know how to explain it without putting him in danger."

Yoko's gaze softened again. "Kai, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that hiding the truth only makes things worse. Yuya is stronger than you think. He deserves to know what's happening."

Kai sighed. "I want to tell him. But how do I explain something like Duel Academy without..." He stopped himself, realizing he'd said too much.

Yoko tilted her head, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "Duel Academy? What's that?"

"It's..." Kai hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "It's a place where Sora used to train. They're not... good people. Let's just say they're the ones who dragged him back."

Yoko's lips pressed into a thin line; concern etched into her features. "If that's true, then Yuya has every right to know. But if you're worried about putting him in danger, you need to find a way to protect him, too. That's what family does."

Kai nodded slowly. "You're right. I'll tell him. But first, I need to make sure Sora is safe. I owe him that much."

Yoko smiled faintly, her warmth breaking through the heavy atmosphere. "And I know you'll do everything you can, Kai. You've always had a good heart, even if you don't show it."

Kai looked at her, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Thank you, Mrs. Sakaki. For believing in me."

Their conversation was interrupted by a burst of light from the duelling arena. Kai and Yoko turned to see Yuya standing confidently, a determined look on his face as he summoned another monster to the field. The witch girl scowled; her laughter replaced by frustration as Yuya turned the tide of the duel.

Yoko's expression softened as she watched her son. "Yuya's strong, just like his father—"

"You don't have to tell me twice," I said with a light laugh, trying to ease the heaviness in the air. "The similarities between those two are always so clear. So full of happiness and warmth. It's like they both shine in the same way."

As I spoke, I found myself gazing into the distance, my voice trailing off as memories surfaced. Yoko's head snapped toward me, her expression quickly shifting from calm to startled. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first.

"Kai..." she began, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and disbelief. "How do you know Yusho?"

I froze. My eyes widened slightly as I realized what I'd just said. I cursed at myself at me stupidity, before turning back to her, unsure of how to respond. Her eyes bore into mine, searching for an answer.

"It's... complicated," I said hesitantly, scratching the back of my neck. "I didn't mean to—"

"Kai," Yoko interrupted, her tone more serious now, but not unkind. "You've been around us for a while now, and I've always appreciated your kindness to Yuya. But this? Knowing Yusho? That's not something you just accidentally bring up."

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "Mrs. Sakaki... there's a lot I can't explain right now. A lot that I want to tell you but... it's not the right time."

Her brow furrowed, and she stepped closer, concern evident on her face. "Kai, if there's something you know about Yusho—anything—I deserve to know." Her voice was stern, showing she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

I sighed. "All I'm allowed to tell you, is that he is alive and safe." Yoko breathed a massive sigh of relief like a huge weight had finally been lifted off her. "He misses you and Yuya badly and wishes he could see you again. He is the one who sent me here to watch and protect you guys."

Tears welled up in Yoko's eyes, her hand trembling as it rose to cover her mouth. She stared at me, stunned, her expression a whirlwind of emotions—hope, disbelief, relief. It was as if she was struggling to process what I had just revealed, or rather, what I had hinted at.

Suddenly, the weight of it all overwhelmed her. Her knees gave out, and she sank to the ground, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees beside her, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. Sakaki... I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but... I couldn't keep this from you anymore. You're right—you deserve to know something. Just... please don't ask me to break my promise and say more. Yusho... he told me not to tell you anything so you wouldn't worry."

Yoko sobbed softly, clutching at her chest, but she nodded frantically. Her hands reached out and wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. Her voice broke as she whispered, "Thank you... thank you so much."

I could feel her relief through the trembling of her body. Even if I hadn't given her the whole truth, the small reassurance that Yusho was alive and safe was enough to lift some of the unbearable burden she'd carried for years. She didn't need the details right now; she only needed hope, and I had given her that.

She pulled back slightly, wiping her tears with her sleeve, and her lips curved into a small, fragile smile. "He's safe... that's all that matters. I don't know why he can't come home right now, but if it's Yusho... I know he has a damn good reason for it."

I nodded, relieved that she wasn't pressing for more. "He does," I said softly. "And he'll come back when he can. I promise you that."

Yoko chuckled through her tears, a flicker of warmth returning to her face. "Oh, when he does come home, he's going to get an earful. I'll make sure to scold him properly for making us worry this much."

I couldn't help but smile at her determination, the spark of her usual spirit shining through the pain. She wiped at her eyes again and straightened her posture, her resolve hardening.

"You know," she said, looking toward the arena where Yuya was duelling, "I've always trusted Yusho. Even when he disappeared, I told myself that he had to have a good reason. That he wouldn't just leave us. Hearing that he's okay... it's like a weight has been lifted. But I'm going to keep being strong—for Yuya, for Sora, and even for you, Kai. You're all a part of this family now."

Her words hit me harder than I expected. Family. It was a concept I hadn't thought about in a long time before I met them, not since my own was torn apart. Yet, here she was, including me in hers, despite all the pain and uncertainty I had inadvertently brought into their lives.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sakaki," I said, my voice quiet but filled with sincerity. "I'll do everything I can to keep that promise to Yusho—and to you and Yuya. I won't let you down."

"Yeah, but uhm—we probably shouldn't tell Yuya. Something tells me he wouldn't be as understanding as me." Said Yoko as she looked at Yuya with worry.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he is already mad at me for some reason. I don't think mentioning, I've been keeping the whereabouts of his father a secret would be a great idea."

Yuya was finally wrapping up his duel, his determination blazing like a fire as he fusion summoned Rune-Eyes Pendulum Dragon, its vibrant energy lighting up the dim and eerie haunted house. I couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride as I watched him. Even though I hadn't taught him how to use fusion summoning, seeing him wield it with such confidence and flair brought an unexpected warmth to my heart. He really was taking after me in some ways, whether he realized it or not.

I smirked to myself, the kind of smug expression that earned a pointed look from Yoko. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and amusement as she glanced between me and Yuya, clearly trying to figure out what I was thinking. "What's with that look?" she asked, crossing her arms playfully.

"Nothing," I replied, brushing it off with a casual shrug. "Just impressed, that's all. The kid's got talent."

Yoko gave me a knowing smile, shaking her head like she could see right through me. "He's got more than talent," she said. "He's got heart. That's what makes him special."

We both clapped as Yuya pulled off his final move, the arena erupting with a spectacular display as Aura Sentia, his opponent, was soundly defeated. Even from a distance, I could see Yuya's beaming smile as he threw his arms up in triumph, his duel-tainment style shining through every move he made.

That warm feeling in my chest grew stronger as I clapped a little harder. Watching Yuya now, it reminded me so much of Sora—his energy, his drive, the way he turned every duel into a performance. Memories of watching Sora's duels yesterday flickered through my mind, bringing both joy and a tinge of sadness.

"You're proud of him, aren't you?" Yoko asked gently, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts.

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I am. He's come so far, and he doesn't even realize it. He reminds me of..." I trailed off, swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. "...of why I need to keep moving forward."

Yoko gave me a soft, understanding smile. She didn't press for more, and I was grateful for that. Instead, we both turned our attention back to Yuya, who was now soaking in the applause, his usual bright energy lighting up the room.

"That's Yuya for you," Yoko said with a hint of pride in her voice. "Always shining, even in the darkest places."

I nodded, my smirk returning. "He's got a knack for it. But don't tell him I said that—wouldn't want his head getting too big."

Yoko laughed, the sound light and full of warmth, and for a brief moment, the heaviness of the past two days seemed to lift. As we watched Yuya celebrate his victory with the three kids, I felt a renewed determination settle within me.

Yuya looked around, searching for his mom, until his eyes landed on me. His expression twisted with rage, and he called out my name with a sharp edge in his voice.

"KAI!"

I sighed, scratching the back of my head. "Welp, that's my cue to leave," I muttered, already making my way toward the exit.

"Kai!" Yoko's worried voice stopped me in my tracks. I glanced back at her and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I know," I said calmly. "Tell Yuya to meet me at the You Show Duel School later today, if he wants to express that anger he is feeling. Like you said, he's not as understanding as you. So, we'll settle this the way duellists do—on the field."

I nodded, then turned and walked out, the sound of Yuya's angry footsteps echoing behind me. This wasn't going to be easy, but if it was the only way to get through to him, then so be it.

"Where is he?" Yuya demanded, his voice sharp and unwavering as he stormed toward Yoko.

Yoko sighed, brushing her hand through her hair as she faced her son. Despite the fire in his eyes, she remained calm. "He's gone," she replied, her tone steady but firm.

Yuya's fists clenched at his sides. "Gone? After everything, he just leaves?"

Yoko placed a hand on his shoulder, her gaze softening. "He told me to tell you this: If you want to settle things childishly, then meet him at the You Show Duel School later today."

Yuya's expression flickered, a mix of frustration and determination taking over as he clenched his fists. "Fine," he muttered under his breath, turning on his heel. "If he wants to duel, he'll get one."

Yoko watched him go, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite her concern. "Just don't lose sight of what's important, Yuya," she said softly to herself as she turned back toward the now-empty arena.

As Yuya walked off there was only one thing in his mind. "You will pay, Kai, you duel academy scum. For Sora, and all the people you hunted!"

Authors note: Another emotional ride of a chapter finished! This is the aftermath of Sora going back to duel academy. I hope its clear how close they all got and how it affected them. Yoko finally knows her husband is safe; I didn't think it was stressed how much her husband's disappearance affected her enough in the actual anime. Gotta love their bonding talk moment.

Seems like there is a little something going on with Kai and Yuzu, but who knows. Also, Yuya knows about duel academy? Since when did that happen? Guess we wont know until the next spectacular chapter of the greatest fanfict story you have ever read. MAKE SURE TO REVIEW AND ADD TO COLLECTIONS FOR MORE!

P.s: this is still The Return of the xyz remants arc, I just wont be putting it into the name anymore for the rest of the arc as there are other parts in it. If that makes any sense lol.

Next Chapter: Hidden Emotions Part 2