The dog, that was a tiger

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I reread my
summary, then the story, and said:’ Wait a sec, eleven chapters, and not
even a lime-scented scene? No good!’ So, lime is on the way-along with
more troubles for sweet Jounouchi…

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12.
Westwind

Mokuba watched
his elder brother with concern.

Ever since
Katsuya defeated him, Seto had grown more and more cranky and nervous, throwing
temper tantrums for naught and basically making everybody around him
miserable.

Mokuba
knew that Seto’s pride was deeply hurt, loosing the title as ‘King of Games’
twice to Yugi was bad enough, but being led by the proverbial ring by Jou, whom Seto always reffered to as “third-class duelist”, was more than the elder
Kaiba was willed to take.

And it was
obvious that he was thinking of some way to restore his wounded ego.

Sighing,
Mokuba hoped it was nothing too drastic. Personally, he had nothing against
the blond teen, to be honest, he even liked him and would have prefered if
him and Seto could have become Katsuya’s friends.

Despite
what his brother said, out of the whole Yugi gang, Mokuba admired him the most.

Given, he
was loud, rough-edged, somewhat naive and aggressive, but at the same time
brave, street-smart, honest, reliable and trust-worthy. He never gave up, no
matter, how bad things were for him, was always there to lend a helping hand and was(or at least, used to be), very cheerful, without being anywhere as
annoying as Anzu.

“Why the
hell does this bloody shit of a program not work? I designed it, I developped
it, it’s supposed to be compatible with my entire software and yet, there are
flaws in both sounds and graphics!” yelled Seto, as he grabbed the crystal
paperweight resting on his enormous desk and hurled it at his office wall where it shattered into a myriad splitters.

Mokuba
sighed anew and rose to call the housemaid to clean up the mess and tell the
cook that his brother would be having coffee and sandwiches for dinner, again.

For the
third evening in a row.

Halfway
across the country and rapidly coming closer, a swift, lilac Sports Cabrio ate
the distance to Domino City in record time. The, pale, cool color of the
coating matched it’s owners suit perfectly, accenting the pale blond mane and
purple eyes hidden behind state-of-the-art-sunglasses.

Mai Kujaku
was heading West.

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Can you
smell the lime in the distance? Can you? Can you? Good, cause you’ll have to
wait just a little longer…this is a cliffhanger!!! Muahahahahahahahaaaaaa…^^