Mizuo Ryugami was living just outside of Domino City when Zero Reverse happened. She survived the blast through sheer luck, but her family died - just like her favorite duelists, Seto Kaiba and Yugi Moto. With nothing left, she wandered the shatter...
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The rest of their night was torture. Mizuo and Ryoto alternated between 2-hour watches and sleeping. For now, Mizuo had to trust Ryoto as her ally. She couldn't afford to treat him as an enemy any longer.
On top of that, she still owed her life to him. If they were to get in danger, she would have to protect him first, rather than herself. She almost laughed aloud from the irony.
Staying alive was something she saw as tedious and painful, but her own sense of honor prevented her from leaving this world with unfinished business. She was intelligent, too, and had good instincts. Her chances of surviving in this world of death were higher than many who clung to their lives desperately.
Thankfully (or had Kiseki arranged things this way?) the sentries stayed on the forest's perimeter, not actually close to the hospital's grounds. If the two kept quiet, and stayed below window levels, they could maneuver around freely, with no danger. Of course, they took safety over the comfort. All of their food was gone now, so they stayed in the server room; there was no incentive to leave it. Mizuo had always kept her backpack stocked with a few days' worth of supplies, so they could eat a few meals. Everything was in cans, and tasted old. It was a far cry from their usual sustenance. But no one was complaining.
"Kiseki'll probably be here tonight." Mizuo checked over her gun, making sure it was loaded, checking if it was clean. "We're gettin' food and stuff from him. Without 'em, we aren't taking the job."
"Who says we do it in the first place?" Ryoto pointed out. "Why shouldn't we just pretend to go along with him, and leave as soon as we get the chance? If we do the work for him, he'll use the money he gets from the client to do even more awful things . . ."
"What Senjou does with his money ain' none of our concern." Mizuo snorted. "He's got all the power righ' now. We do the job, we get the money, and we get a way out of here. An' if we do like you say, then we get nowhere but hiding in the woods without a single bit of food or money. I sure don't want to see what a creep like him'll do with the money, but we've got to get things done for ourselves, so we can get out of his world. Once we're out, he can't do anything to us."
Ryoto sighed, settling gloomily against the wall. "Who would even buy the things we find in that old warehouse anyway? They may be KaibaCorp, but they're still at least three years old. I'm sure that what's on the market now outclasses anything we can find . . . "
Mizuo snorted. "What do ya think you know? KaibaCorp merch makes the word 'impossible' pee its pants. Even now, other companies are paying big money for anything that even stinks like Kaiba. Most of the stuff on the market right now is doctored and retooled KaibaCorp crap that's been disguised so the owners can get a patent on it, and all of that is thanks to us underground rats. Money from tech is what keeps us going."
Mizuo didn't say anything in reply, focusing on the gun in her hands. The light in the room was dim, and she was handling a loaded weapon. Distractions weren't what she needed.
