for making you angry ..." Mokuba whined loudly and became a little quieter. "Although that looked really screaming ..."
"Mokuba, leave me alone. I've got things to do. Go to your room. Otherwise you won't be allowed to come with me."

Seto already regretted what he said. Since Mokuba would otherwise never stop babbling, he made up his mind to take him to the tournament afterwards. At least he had his peace for the moment. When Mokuba started to answer him, Seto replied: "Now go and get dressed. I want to leave at 9:30 am to clarify something on the spot."
With these words, Mokuba happily disappeared into his room.

"That really doesn't exist. How can someone like me be haunted by bad luck? Something like this has never happened to me before. Damn it. I'm really overworked ..."


~ Back in Riiko's house ~ (no, no longer the unknown place xD)

After she finished breakfast and her brother drove to work, she went up the stairs and disappeared into the bathroom. She stood in the shower and enjoyed how the many, hot water droplets pattered down on her head and forehead. A moment of calm. She could relax and her mind was free from all thoughts for a moment. But this moment of calm was gone as quickly as it came.Because when she got out of the bathroom it was already nine o'clock. She really wanted to be there a little earlier to inspect the tournament grounds. There's nothing like a sophisticated strategy. You never know, maybe the moment would come when she would benefit from this knowledge.

She went to her room and put on her clothes. After the underwear came the top and skirt, then the belt with the small box for her deck, the socks that reached just below the back of her knees, then the collar, the headband in her hair, the shoes, the gloves and finally her cloak.
Then she went to her desk, took a suitcase from a drawer, opened it and took out a Duel Disk. She examined it and thought back to the day her half-brother had given it to her. It was her fifteenth birthday when he came home with this custom-made and designed Duel Disk. It was black metallic and had bright red decorations on the edges. When folded you could only see two fields, when switched on it opened, from the right side another field came out, on the left two and also a blade strongly reminiscent of a saber, which was also black-metallic.

Then she opened another compartment on her desk, took out a cassette, unlocked it, took out her deck, which she stowed in the box on her belt, and hid the cassette back in her desk, just like the case of the Duel Disk She attached the Duel Disk to her left arm and looked at the wall clock in her room.

It was already 9:35 a.m. Time to go.
"It's getting serious, Riiko. Or should I say Kyoko ...?", She said to herself and narrowed her eyes. She left the house and went to the garage, where her motorcycle was parked. She turned in the direction of the sun, which was shining that day and released a summer warmth. A breeze ran through her hair as she bent to pull the garage door handle.She pushed her motorcycle into the driveway, closed the garage door behind her and grabbed the helmet that had been in a storage space of the motorcycle and sped off. Once again, really accelerating, she drove onto the street that looked like it had been swept empty. She drove through town for a while until she had to stop at a red light.

The sun hit her back and she regretted wearing dark clothes. > Shit, it's way warmer than I thought. If I'm not burned alive, I am lucky. she thought as she concentrated on the traffic light, which was still red.

> Stay calm. I mustn't lose my nerve under any circumstances. That could cost me my victory
She tried to distract herself, which she more or less succeeded in doing. Until suddenly a pitch-black limousine stopped next to her.
> Take it easy. Any rich pee could sit in there. It doesn't have to be Seto Kaiba, who is being driven to the tournament site in the car next to me


~ In the limo ~

"Look, Seto. The woman on the motorcycle. She has a duel disk on her arm. She's definitely on her way to the tournament," said Mokuba.
But Seto ignored him and typed on the laptop like a tarantula.
"She has the same hair color as the girl she had back then."
This sentence from his little brother, who was curiously glued to the darkened window pane and looked at the motorcyclist, had made Seto look up. He too looked out the window.
"How do you want to know? You can't say that through the tinted windows," he blocked, but now looked intensely at the driver who was standing right next to his car and was waiting for the traffic light to signal Continue indicated.
"So what? Take a closer look.", Said Mokuba, who lowered the window a bit further. Seto fell silent and went back to his work.> Where he is right ... she is also dressed similarly to the photo in the newspaper. It has to be. This extraordinary duelist, whom I took to be my acquaintance, who I last saw ten years ago


~ Outside at Riiko ~

Riiko, who sat spellbound on the motorcycle, let the engine roar loudly several times and accelerated as much as possible when the light finally turned green. She looked briefly at the speedometer, which, to her surprise, already showed 82 km / h. With an upward trend. In the town through which she drove, only 40 km / h were allowed.
> If I get caught now, there will be a hefty fine. But slow down so he could overtake me and then overtake me? Without me! <, I thought angrily. > I won't let the guy overtake me. After all, he doesn't know how well I can ride a motorcycle

Only at the last moment did she see a red light in her mind. Just driving over it was not possible, a truck crossed your path and blocked the whole street. So the only thing left to do was brake. But how do you do that when the braking distance was maybe twenty, at most twenty-five meters, and your speed had meanwhile exceeded 90 km / h?
Of necessity, Riiko put on the brakes, which had washed itself out. She skidded and the control of the vehicle under her was as good as 0. Panicked, Riiko tried everything in her power to get out of the problematic situation halfway safely. She thought of those action films where a motorcycle skidded under a truck.
> But then my beautiful motorcycle would have scratches without end if it wasn't completely over. Besides, I've never done anything like that. And everything is rehearsed a thousand times in the films. Besides, he's always a stuntman. Damn. <

Hopeless situation. Why did she have to get into such a tricky situation? Well, whoever sins, God punishes them immediately, you could say.After all, she hadn't paid attention to the traffic light, but rather wallowed in her thoughts. If she had been paying attention, she would not be in this position. In this damn dangerous position. In the worst case, this little carelessness could cost her her life.
> A ramp would also be nice, but if I got to the other side, I would be porridge ... and the next passer-by can scratch me off the asphalt. Very amusing. And above all: very tasty. Nausea I'm coming.
Meanwhile, she was still struggling to avoid colliding with the truck along with her motorcycle. But it was inevitable that Riiko, or rather Kyoko, made acquaintance with the ground in a very painful way. At some point she could no longer hold her motorcycle and let go of it. It slid a meter or two more until it lay motionless on the asphalt and only a few inches, perhaps a hand's length, from a rear wheel of the truck.
If the truck were to drive forward now, it would run over them. But she didn't think about that. She was completely immobile. Somebody had to get her out of there, otherwise it would have happened to her.
Pain of the worst kind ran through her entire body. So halfway she noticed that her motorcycle had slipped under the truck and was making a horrific, deafening noise. In addition to the noise of the engine and the skidding of her beloved motorcycle, there was the screeching of car tires that penetrated her ears and caused a terrible headache. And then everything was jet black and she passed out.

Sometime later she woke up in a place she had never seen before ... at least she thought ...