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“Oh, you want it back~?” “O-of course I do!” “Well too bad! It's mine!” Seto could have cried. Maybe that made him babyish, but he didn't care. He only cared about getting his locket back. It was the most precious thing to him. Within it, were the little fragments he carried, memories of those he had met and loved and lost on his journey... The strange blue stone. His Grandpa. The screw. PF... It was a place for all his most precious things, and now it had been stolen from him. That was something he could hardly stand. What made it worse was that precocious smirk that boy had shown him. That smug glimme