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Sitting at his usual desk in his dimly lit room, Kappler found himself lost in deep thought as he reflected on the confrontation with Varon just an hour earlier. After leaning his chin over his hands for several minutes, a sudden smirk came to his face.
“Varon… The very first Psychic Duelist who uses an Armor Deck… To think that man would show himself before me.” A slight gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes as he opened the drawer to his desk where several Duel Monsters cards sat. “How amusing,” Kappler continued, chuckling to himself. “When it comes to armor, I…” Kappler’s voice trailed off suddenly when he caught sight of something on a nearby wall of monitors in the back of the room. The screen was showing various scenes throughout Neo Domino City, including the Dome Stadium, the hospital, the Public Security Maintenance Bureau, Kaiba Corporation, among others.
Lowering his eyes to the bottom right screen, he saw the Urteil members walking past Yukio’s currently empty home, which had been on Kappler’s monitor for some time. “Yukio’s been gone for several days. It’s about time I start repositioning my satellite to locate him. Just what are you up to, Yukio…?” Kappler then noticed Murdock speaking to a few of his lower agents on the screen right next to Yukio’s house. “That Murdock likely has ulterior motives with his little scheme. It’s only natural that I keep a close eye on events from here on out.”
Laughing, Kappler rose from his chair and closed his drawer, sealing the cards he had been looking at moments ago away again. He then proceeded to lock the door with a key, stuffing the key into his pocket and heading toward the doorway. After opening the door and walking out into the hallway, he grabbed a patched up brown jacket and a top hat, placing it over his balding head. Wearing a rather confident smile despite the damage his men just took before his eyes, he exited the abandoned mansion and turned toward a far nicer mansion on a hill behind it.
“Now then,” Kappler said calmly as the wind blew over his jacket. “I better go check on Yukiko. That girl can get into some real trouble when she’s unsupervised.”

As the remainder of the organization scrambled to relocate, a Mr. Fred clone dragged his heavily wounded body across the pavement behind the rubble that was once Urteil’s base. A long trail of blood extended behind him, fresh blood pooling up under his open chest as he rested to catch his breath. No matter what, he couldn’t let security find his body. Panting hard, this Fred clone knew he had to do something drastic in his current state of affairs.
Fred’s cloned body was unique in its structure, possessing unworldly qualities that most humans would scoff off as being impossible within reality. His is cells continuously reproduced asexually, similar to that of a single cell organism inside the human body. The difference between that natural process and what went on inside Mr. Fred was the sheer quantity and the speed in which it occurred. Unlike ordinary cells, all of the cells making up his body split at the same time, creating another being of identical appearance, sound, and smell. This process occurred once or twice a month where each of the Fred clones would go into a state of hibernation and go through the process of creating a new clone. It was a very painful procedure to be sure. To say it felt like the organs and veins inside Fred’s body were snapped like guitar strings and regenerated only barely scratched the Surface.
Fred’s body ended up like this because of a certain experiment of Kappler’s he volunteered for years earlier. The experiment was deemed a complete and utter failure due to the sheer unsightliness of its results. Kappler allowed Fred to remain within the organization, however, and made use of these clones. Using his many faces, Fred could appear to be in more than one place at the same time or have multiple copies of himself all within the same room to freak his enemies out. But his abilities extended far beyond that. Through unexplained telepathic methods similar to the Psychic Duelists in its energy, Fred was able to speak directly to his other clones through his mind or by simply speaking normally while tapping his ears with his hand, which helped project the thoughts to the clone in question. There were naturally limitations in that each clone could only communicate with two clones at a time for his two ears, but that was enough to pass information between clones, no matter where in the world they were.
As one would expect, just as one of the clones could choose to share information he received through this method, a clone could also choose to keep that information to himself. This was the case for the Fred clone currently sitting in the abandoned Urteil hideout below the Dome Stadium. Thanks to Vacia and Mark passing through time into the past to deliver a message to him from his future several years into the future, this particular clone was able to learn the secrets behind his death.
It quickly became apparent to Fred after reading the letter written by his future self that things were looking incredibly bleak for his future. The truth was that there were other negative side effects to the Cloning experiment that would only begin to haunt him in the distant future. When he really stopped to think about it, it made sense. Even in modern science, there was a limit to how many times a cell could Multiply. To be specific, the human cell could only divide 52 times before it reached its maximum end point, known as the Hayflick limit. Though this limit may have not been the same for Fred and his continuously splitting bodies, one could hypothesize that his body behaved similar in that regard and would eventually reach a limit. The question was what happened after that limit was reached?
The letter described a very painful process in which the first body reached that limit. Soon after, that clone’s body suffered a horrible heart attack lasting for ten minutes before its body decomposed. Strangely, all the other clones within the area at the time entered a state of induced sleep similar to hibernation where the decomposing cells traveled back into their bodies, fusing with the healthy cells and spreading the rotten cells into the new host. This process continued endlessly. With each new infected body, the process lasted longer and longer, forming tumors similar to cancer. After several years, only one of Fred’s clones remained, who had been suffering the painful effects of this process for five years already and was nearing his own death.
The future Fred clone who wrote the letter was essentially the last of his clones on the verge of extinction. Using the knowledge he had obtained, this future clone created a medicine to slow the division rate, which the clone currently with Vacia and Mark held firmly in his hands. However, how that scenario related to this current situation was very simple. In fact, this was something Fred had been question since the first day his body split into two. What would happen if one of the clones died? Would he feel the pain as well? He was about to find out for himself, as his clone crawling outside the Urteil base took its last breath.
Before he succumbed to his death, the clone above ground sent one last message to his fellow copies to standby for a “transferal” period. This had never happened before, and it was as if it was a message delivered off of pure instinct and lacking in any actual thought.
Down in the abandoned hideout under the stadium, Vacia and Mark were frantically discussing the massive tremor they felt just ten minutes earlier when they heard Fred speak. “You two might want to leave me for a while. Things are about to get dicey.” Catching the attention of the two, Fred raised form his chair and started removing his tie and dress shirt.

At that very moment, the clone up above started to liquefy into a brown paste, mixing with the trail of his blood and trailing off into a small patch of nearby grass. As if by magic, every last speck of the brown-red mixture vanished, absorbed into the dirt, leaving only the clone’s black suit behind. After a few minutes of passing through the ground to locate other Fred clones within the area—which there were a few stationed in various locations within the city—the remainder of the cells finally reached the Fred underground, crawling down the stone cellar wall and creeping up into Fred’s pant leg.
Just seconds after, Fred let out an ear-shattering scream as the muscles and veins in his legs began to boil. Fred instantly fell to his knees, grasping his head in terror.

“Do I look okay?!” Fred snapped, falling face first onto the cold floor. “I’m in no state to explain right now…!” he managed through clenched teeth. “Just hurry…! Bring me all the pain medication in the bag over in the corner of the room! The others forgot to take it with us when we left the hideout…!”
Mark scurried over to do as he was told, bringing several bottles of aspirin, Tylenol, and other pain medications. In desperation, Fred began swallowing handfuls like they were sweet candies, screaming in pain in between. His eyes were blood red by this point, sweat running down his face.
“Now go…!” Fred cried sharply, raising his free hand desperately as he stared up at them with pleading eyes. “Don’t come back until you hear the screaming stop…! I don’t…want anyone to see me like this…!”


Meanwhile, going back in time a bit at the nearby movie theater, several screams were heard as a flock of people ran out of the building in a hurry. One of the staff janitors sweeping the front of the store saw the people run past and scratched his head curiously. “Hmmm, them’s a lot a’ people here for that zombie marathon tonight. Don’t these people have to work? It’s so late at night… Man, those movies must have been pretty scary! I should sneak in tomorrow night and see for myself…” To the man’s shock, however, the source of their fear wasn’t the zombie movies but Lara chasing them out with Romero.

Looking proud with herself, Lara gave a victorious snort from her nose and puffed out her chest. “And don’t you come back again! Romero and I were having fun enjoying the zombies when you people started making fun of them with your whimpering! Zombies aren’t scary! They’re people just like all of us! They’ve got red blood just like all of us! Stop being racist!”
The worker stared in shock at this sudden scenario, wondering how he should respond. Lara placed her hand over her hips, and the worker noticed her pockets were overfilled with boxes of concession stand candy which she may or may not have paid for (don’t tell anyone, okay? Thanks.)
“Man, Romero,” Lara said, looking down at her doll. “It’s so unfair that people treat zombies so badly just because they’re different. If they were born with decaying flesh and a hunger for human, they’d eat people too! This world is so unjust! I hate prejudiced people more than anything!”
Lara stopped suddenly when she saw the janitor staring at her dumbfounded. Lara suddenly flashed him a thumbs up and a polite nod. “Good work sweeping the floor, Bob.”
As the janitor was about to tell her his name was Steve, however, the ground began to rumble as the explosion caused by Varon and Jophiel created the pillar of light in the sky. The janitor’s jaw dropped at the sight of it, but Lara merely stared blankly. “Wow, Romero, that looks like a real pickle. I think it’s time for us to plop the ‘ol detective hat on again and investigate.” Lara suddenly rummaged through her bag, pulling out a few random items including the Sherlock Holmes-like hat that also had a skull accessory on it. “Let’s see. I got my handy dandy notebook, my thinking cap, my laser gun, my zombie bait, a change of clothes, a grenade, the newest issue of The Walking Dead… Yup, I got everything I need for a good investigation. Let’s go, Romero.”


Outside Stephanie’s house, Stephanie was standing beside Yukio outside on the front porch. It was still very early in the morning and still dark out, but the sound of police cars, fire engines, and ambulances echoed throughout the city after the huge explosion. It had been an hour since the event happened, but Yukio hadn’t uttered a sound since. He seemed like he was lost in thought and numb. Staring off into the distance over the houses into the night sky filled with the smoke of fire, Stephanie noticed his hand was hanging at his side clenched into a fist.
After giving him some time to think to himself, Stephanie decided that she couldn’t leave things like this any longer. “Yukio..” she finally said, taking a step closer. Stephanie gently clasped Yukio's hand between her, but he still seemed to be in a daze. After a few moments, however, Yukio finally turned his attention to her. Yukio looked at her face for a while before he let his gaze Drop Off to look down to his hand that she was holding. However, this was short lived as Yukio also noticed something that immediately pulled his attention away from their hands. Specifically, Yukio realized that in their rush to come outside, Stephanie had forgotten about her current choice in sleep wear that was quite revealing! Although in the back of Yukio's mind, some part of him thought that maybe she didn't forget and just didn't care.
“Inside, get back inside!” Yukio suddenly shouted, grabbing her arm and tugging her through the front door as she uttered a soft yelp. Once inside the house, Yukio quickly closed the door and leaned against it, heaving a sigh.
Stephanie frowned at Yukio’s sudden behavior, folding her arms. “What was that about? I know things are intense out there, but it’s not like we were in any danger.”
“You can't be outside dressed like that!” Yukio shouted, pointing at her. Stephanie paused for a second, glancing down at her thin, revealing clothing. “Oh..” Stephanie's face did redden slightly, but her next response wasn’t what Yukio was expecting. In hindsight, it is what he should have expected.
“Well, it's not that bad. I mean, it's not that much different from what people would see if I were at a swimming pool in a bikini.” Yukio opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by images popping into his head. He quickly shook them off and continued. “What are you talking about!? It's completely different!”

“There's a time and place for stuff like that! And in front of your house isn't one! Besides Swimsuits aren't fuzzy trimmed and see-though and..and..Just, swimsuits and underwear are two totally different things! And…” Yukio trailed off, unsure what to say next.
“Relax. It's fine what I'm wearing and what we're doing together in here at this time of night is our business. Anyone who saw me should understand that. Besides, considering the circumstances and all, I doubt anyone was really thinking about that kind of stuff anyway.”
“Wh- You..” Yukio groaned, feeling tired once again. Stephanie giggled at this and continued, not wanting to let the suddenly lightened mood go to waste. “And why are you so worked up about it?”
“Because it's embarrassing!” Yukio shouted in reply, waving his hand accusingly at the woman. Stephanie smirked slightly, taking a step forward. “I'm the one who should be embarrassed if there's anything to be embarrassed about. So again, why are you so worked up?”
“I-uhhh..” Yukio trailed off, unable to think of an answer. “You worry about such odd things in serious situations, you know that?” Stephanie’s smirk widened as she took a few steps closer, now standing right in front of the man. “You know what I think?” Yukio turned his face away, reddening slightly at the comment. “I think you're just worried that some other guy would see me and you'd get all jealous.”
His head still turned, Yukio replied, “Th-that's not..” Stephanie giggled and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “I'm right, aren't I? You're trying to play all hard-to-get, but really you want to keep me all to yourself. Are you scared someone is gonna try to take me away from you?”
Yukio's eyes widened slightly at the last words that she used and he turned his attention to her completely. Stephanie noticed the change in the way he was looking at her and gave him a questioning look. Several seconds passed between them before Yukio slowly lifted his arms up, reaching around her and hugging her to him tightly. Stephanie’s eyes widened a bit at this sudden action. “Yukio?”
Yukio didn’t say anything, merely standing with his arms around her quietly. Stephanie gradually became aware that despite the tight grip he had on her, Yukio's hands were trembling slightly. Stephanie recalled the conversation they had been having earlier, before Yukio's reaction to her being outside in her negligee had broken the tension:
“Yui..that day, we had some stupid kid’s argument and she ran off.. We found her later sitting under a stone bridge sulking.. Our parents told me to apologize, but I didn't..I went to her and snapped at her again and then left her.. While I was walking away, it happened and before I knew what was going on everything was destroyed… The bridge she was under was rubble, but I survived. If I hadn't left her there… if I'd apologized… if she'd been with me then..”



Sighing softly, Stephanie wrapped her arms around Yukio and hugged him back. “It's okay..I'm fine, Yukio..” Stephanie gently pulled back, causing Yukio to loosen his grip on her. She managed to lean back far enough to look at Yukio's face. Stephanie removed her arms from around him and placed her hands on both sides of his face. “I'm right here,” Stephanie whispered softly, a smile coming to her face. “Nothing's going to happen to me.”
Yukio looked into Stephanie's eyes for a time before braking eye contact and glancing off to the side. Stephanie let her hands slowly slide down Yukio's face before stepping back and grabbing both his hands with hers. Smiling, Stephanie gave Yukio's arms a very light tug. “Come on, let's go back to bed.”
Yukio didn’t respond and simply nodded after a few seconds. With that, the two of them returned to Stephanie’s bed room, turned off the lights, and laid silently in an attempt to get back to sleep. After a half hour or so, Yukio finally heard Stephanie’s soft breathing indicating that she actually feel asleep for a change after everything they’d gone through. In the darkness, Yukio turned slowly toward Stephanie’s sleeping face as a few thoughts suddenly ran through his head. “When did I start to feel this way…? I hated her guts when we first met, but now… But… Can things really continue like this? I want to protect her more than anything… But can I do that the way things are now…?”
Not long after, Yukio finally dozed off with these thoughts swirling around his head. As the two slept soundly, however, a tiny blinking red light flashed right outside their bedroom window. The light came from a small robot no larger than a house fly.

Soft laughter came from the connecting end of the robot where Kappler watched the two on a small computer monitor in the comfort of his fancy living room filled with expensive furniture. A smirk came to the man’s face as he watched. “Now I understand, Yukio… So that’s what you’ve been occupying your time with, huh?” Kappler placed his hand over his chin, rubbing it in thought. “This certainly does complicate things indeed. However, Yukio, there’s one very important lesson you are yet to learn about this world. Once you make ties with someone, those ties can never truly be broken. I can see right through you like glass. Your heart is being torn between two forces. At the end of the day, which of these forces will dominate your heart?”
Kappler turned in his chair toward the kitchen down the hall where a young teenage girl with long black hair was busy cooking eggs over a stove. Kappler’s smirk faded as he stared into her back, a sudden frown appearing. “Human beings are selfish creatures. We want to have everything this world can offer. But I’m afraid that is impossible…in this world, anyway.” Kappler turned back toward the screen and turned the monitor off, riding to join the teen in the kitchen for breakfast. “The time will come very soon where you will have to make a choice between your two worlds, Yukio.”