Okay, so I know I still owe missminymuffin a new chapter of my Pokemon DP Episode 059 fic, but i kinda have a new idea here. They say laughter is the best medicine… but a good(?) fanfic is about to take that spot!

Kari Tsukumo was the best newspaper writer in all of Heartland City. No one denied it, everyone read it. Her writing skills were good, no, great. Her passion exceled even her skills by a long shot. Yes, Kari Tsukumo was certainly amazing.

One day, however, Kari finished off another article, signing it with her initials, KT… but she didn't feel the satisfaction she usually felt. Her articles were becoming harder to write than ever, she noticed. Nothing to do with time, really. She had time, heck, she was sorting Yuma's deck right now! But yet, she didn't enjoy finishing her articles as much as she should.

"How can one kid have so many versions of Utopia?" Kari asked herself as she tried to sort the multiple 39s. She'd already went through the idea of sorting by attack points first, deciding it wasn't right, then to sorting by rank. "What's this?" Kari pulled a misplaced piece of paper out from between Gagaga Magician and Girl, revealing it to be Tori's number. Not "Numbers" kind of number, but phone number. "Because that certainly belongs in his extra deck!" She went back to arranging Yuma's cards repeatedly, noticing that one of the Utopias were gone. Utopia Roots, if she remembered their names correctly.

The grand piano! That's where it was, as Kari noticed the damn thing FLOATING by the middle C. The keys began moving out of what seemed to be their own volition. Kari recognised the tune. "Rolling Girl," a VOCALOID song by… wowaka? Yes, the keys were playing Rolling Girl. Now, about a month ago, Kari would pass this off as one of Yuma's friends playing a trick on her, likely Flip or something. But now she thought it was something with her. "Okay, Kari. When you look away, it'll be gone. I must be going crazy. That's it." Sure enough, the piano stopped playing, and Utopia Roots lay on the A# chord closest to the middle C. "It's only me, I guess…"

Oh, but the fun wasn't over yet! Kari's article minimized on her D-pad, and a new file opened. The D-pad started typing on it's own, starting with a polite-ish "Hi. I'm Astral. I… I'm one of Yuma's friends… a duelist… hi."

How was it? Sorry if Kari's OOC, or if it's too weird, but this is what happens when I think a little too much, LOL!