GHETTO ASTRAL HAS RETURNED!!! Beware of foul language!

"Boom bitch!" Astral cried as soon as he and Yuma won that duel. "That's how it's done, ya bitch ass fucker!"

"Astral, he can't hear you," Yuma mumbled as he put his deck away.

"Yuma, don't fucking ruin my moment." His mood now killed, Astral stretched out his hand to collect the Number. 

Yuma waited silently as he waited for his partner to come back from memory lane. He learned a while ago not to disturb him. Turns out, Astral had a quick draw on the "weapon" at his hip and had no problem smacking anyone (namely Yuma) on the head with it at any time. Plus, he had an explosive tongue! There was no way he was going to sit through hours of Astral cursing and swearing like a sailor all because Yuma cut off the memory he was watching!

Finally, after a few seconds, Astral opened his uncovered eye. "Let's go now, Yuma. I'm tired as fuck."

"Let's go home then. I'm feeling hungry myself!"

"Ooh! We can get some rice balls!"

"Took the words right out of my mouth!"

The two high-fived and hurried back home.

~.~.~

That night, both Yuma and Astral sat next to each other on the hammock to watch TV.  At first, it was highly uncomfortable, but Astral seemed to have no desire to go into the Key at night. Eventually, they got used to each other enough for this not to be awkward.

Munching on rice balls, the pair stayed up until midnight. By then, Yuma collapsed to his side and fell asleep. Astral looked down at his partner with a grin.

"Looks like I win again." He got up from the hammock and sat on the windowsill, watching Yuma through the night. There was nothing much else to do since nothing was really playing on TV. Plus, he didn't want to go back in the Key. Not at night.

He lifted up his eye patch, but that did little to improve his vision. His right eye has been sightless for as long as he could remember, and it was such an ugly gray color! Every time he saw that eye in his reflection of the gears, Astral just wanted to rip it out! He was relieved on the day Yuma covered it up with a cloth and some rope. When they went shopping with Akari, even better! He and Yuma managed to sneak off and found themselves in a costume shop. That was when they found the pirate hat and the eye patch.

Astral smiled at the sleeping boy. He really did appreciate him. Sure, he could be a whiny, obnoxious, wussy ass bitch, but those were minor compared to his kindness and patience, and that boy had a lot of patience to be putting up with Astral's constant stream of curses! It would be a shame to go back to his own world after this was all done. Well, Yuma would surely join him in the Astral World, no doubt.

Astral flipped down his eye patch and continued watching over as Yuma slept through the night.