Okay, there's a lot of SASS in this story, I just did this to make the
narrator/protagonist (Main character)
look like a punk or whatever. So if the character annoys you sorry. Okay,
the main character is NOT repeat
NOT me. I made her look like me but other then that her attitude is
basically opposite of mine.
Dunno why you're even reading this crap. Okay, to put it simple, my
life was somewhat average.
I ate food, who doesn't? If it tasted decent, wouldn't kill me and looked
fine, I'd eat it. I didn't really like
all those fine foods like French toast or anything, escargots were in the
okay list. Off topic already, damn.
Anyway I was average, my biggest worry was that my parents were gonna ship
me off to some damn private
school because of some stupid numbers on a piece of shitty recycled paper.
I had friends too, not a whole
lot like my brother and sister. I wasn't like them at all, well we had
SOME things in common, but my
brother likes to hang with friends, he was honest with my parents. Before
you think he's a perfect little boy,
let me correct you, he drinks, he looks at adult stuff, what 21 year old
guy wouldn't? My sister was a
smoker, drinker, and a party girl. The skimpy clothes, and whole shit. So
yeah, average family. Well
everyone has a little thing in life that makes them special right? Look,
I'll just get to the good stuff. You're
probably bored by now, a lot of you are probably clicking that back button
and looking for another story to
read. For those of you who are still reading, whoop de doo, I made someone
pay attention. Anyway, here's
how it all began.
An average day of waking up at around 7:30 am, got about 20 minutes before
I gotta wake up so I fall back
asleep. Next thing I know it's 8:00 O-clock and the bus is coming in four
minutes. I fly out of bed, pull on
some clothes and a shirt, then run a brush rapidly through my hair and grab
my bag packed and ready to go
from last night. No time for lunch, better brush my teeth when I get home,
hopefully my gum that I just
popped into my mouth will cover my breath. I stop by my friend just as the
bus pulls up. Made it, yay, I
made it to a bus that's taking me to a place I don't even want to go. So
after various stops and many people
getting on, I'm stating the obvious a lot for some reason. The bus is on
the highway driving its little butt
down to the school area. It's kinda funny when you think about it. The
high school, junior high school, and
the elementary are all smashed together in a nice crumpled spot. Heck when
we have to run the mile in gym
we pass all three schools. INCLUDING the catholic school across the
street. So I'd say the system was
fairly screwed up. Babbling again, damn. Okay, moving on. The school was
normal, well as normal as it
could get. Did I mention this was the first day of grade 10 for me?
Probably not. So first stop was the gym
to look at some pieces of paper to find out which crappy class I was in.
Woo hoo, I was with Levi and Joey,
the brainiacs from last year, looks like I won't be smartest of the class
this year. Quite a few names I didn't
know. Crap! I was stuck with Brad, heaven forbid. Suppose I haven't told
you who he is either, this
should say something about my organization, well he a guy who's big in
racing. He's somewhere between
fat and skinny, thought a little more on the skinny side. His face is
freckled heavily, eyes are brown . . . . . .
I think. He has his brownish black hair in a crew cut, and he loves to
annoy me. Oh well, me? heck,
glasses, not the big thick ones mind you, thin and silver, bright. Black
hair kinda straight, but still got those
annoying few hairs sticking out. Light brown eyes, pale skin, and I mean
pale. I could cry my eyes out and
be red and blotchy, five minutes after I get a reign on my emotions I'm
pale again. Got a scar on my right
hand, just on the back side beneath the thumb, kinda curved, like a
crescent moon or something. My friends
say I got bitten on the hand though, pisses me off. I'm about 5'8 or
something. So yeah, me in a nutshell.
Anyway I was bored, first class is exciting when the day begins but after
the bell rings, enter the world of
snoozeville. Population; this whole damn school. Whoopee doo, I made it
through the first class. What's
next? MATH! Yay. Not. Math is my worst subject, god I hate it. Oh
well, so my life is pretty boring,
let's hope things liven up, and god they did. Did they ever. One minute
I'm trying to endure a boring
lecture about what's going to happen in the year, next, KABOOM! The entire
floor shakes and dust rattles
off the ceiling. The teacher gives a terrified shriek and drops to the
floor, everyone ducks under their desks.
I stand instead, don't ask me why, I've always been one who acts calmly,
even if there's a hurricane in front
of me, but something tells me that this is no earthquake. Since when where
there earthquakes in Alberta?! I
run outside the classroom doors, burst out onto the browning grass, and
freeze. I definitely don't remember
a large crater outside these doors when I came here. I look around, well
there's something you don't see
everyday. There's two guys standing on the grass in front of me, odd thing
though is that they're see-
through. That and the fact that a large monster is behind each of them.
They're completely ignoring me,
and they're face is kinda fuzzy, like it's being clouded over, I can't even
make out a single feature. So
yeah, what next? Wouldn't you like to know? Next thing is that I'm blown
off my feet and sailing into the
air like a Frisbee and landing in a crumpled heap on the pavement. Ouch.
Last thing I know is that the
battle between those guys is still going on and then- well, you look at
this, I fly through the air and 50miles
an hour and bang my head on the cement, what do YOU think would happen? If
you guessed passing out,
well yay, you got it right.
Well this is fun. I'm being pushed down a white hall on a moving bed.
Wait a sec . . . . . since when do
beds move? That must mean. . . . .shit. I'm on a stretcher down a
hospital hall. Injuries? Lets see. .
.sprained ankle, concussion, and a cracked skull. I'm in the critical
ward, yay. My step mom is here, she's
just yelling about how irresponsible I am. Dad? He left us a LONG time
ago. Right about when . . . don't
want to go back to that. Never want to and I ain't going back now. So now
what? Pain is to much. I want
to die. So I blank out.
I wake up again. Whoopee. The pain is worse then before. Where am I now?
This is odd, I'm lying in the
middle of the street. I open my eyes. It's raining. Is that normal?
What am I thinking, of course it's
normal to be raining. Thing is though, it's not too normal that I'm lying
in the middle of the street when I'm
still hurt. I check around me. Well this is weird, the street looks
familiar but I've never even been here
before. Oh well. Maybe this is a dream. Only one way to find out. I
pinched my self on the arm and
flinched, well I felt pain, so this was no dream. And I definitely don't
sleep walk, so how did I end up here?
My head is still a little fuzzy, so regardless of the screaming pain from
my muscles I stand up, one step.
Then a second. I force my limbs to move, I had to find someone who would
help me, before I found
someone who would hurt me. I'd hoped I could get to someone nice and old.
They couldn't do anything to
me then, they would most likely help me instead of hurt me. Didn't hold
out too long but luck was with me.
I think. Many people were soon passing me, a lot of them were wearing some
uniforms. There were ones
in pink, red, yellow, blue, black, white, you name the color at least one
person in that crowd was wearing it.
A few of them were staring at me. Well I guess I was kinda out of place.
Somehow I was dressed in what I
had been wearing when that incident had happened. The one with those guys
fighting each other. A light
blue shirt and black pants with a brown belt and that jade piece my real
mom had given me hooked around
my neck with a silver chain. It was a dragon, one of those Chinese dragons
and it was in a circular shape
twirling around in a circle, the head in the center glaring out at with
aquamarine gemmed eyes. I was quite
fond of it actually. I fingered that dark green jade piece as I stumbled
through the street and gazing eyes. I
dunno, but whenever I got into a bad situation I just held that necklace
and it seemed, when I did that, I
could do anything. And I figured, I was stuck in some place injured really
badly, and had no where to go,
this was about as bad as it could get. Finally it seemed that even the
jade had lost all it's power and I
tumbled down in pain and darkness.
There was a commotion up ahead. The youth saw the gathering of teenagers.
"Hey! What's going on up ahead?" His friend asked him. He looked at her.
"I don't know Taia." Tristan ran up ahead, Yu-Gi and friends in close
pursuit. Joey, always being the
pushy one barged right through the crowd. Silence.
"What the matter with ya airheads?! Didn't anyone think to help her?!
Morons!" The blonde youth yelled
"Joey! What's going on?!" Yu-Gi yelled out. He ran on and politely moved
his way through the crowd
with sorry and pardon me. He stopped next to Joey who was currently trying
to lean a girl on his shoulder
and pull her up. The short youth frowned and carefully moved a few of her
messy bangs and laid a hand on
her forehead. He pulled his hand away and said to his friends.
"She has a pretty high temp, we'd better get her to my grandpa's."
"No need for you guys to be late for school too. Me and Yug will take care
of. . whoever she is. You guys
head off too school." Tristan told the others and took the girl off Joey's
shoulder and transferred her weight
to his own, which surprisingly wasn't too heavy. He nodded at Joey and
Taia, then with the girl and Yu-Gi
helping him set off towards the game shop.
"Can you help her?" Yu-Gi asked his grandfather. The old man shook his
"She needs to go to a hospital. If it was just a fever, I could treat it,
but it's a fever wound. That I cannot
help." The old man replied solemnly. He stood up and made his way to the
phone. Yu-Gi sighed, then he
went to the bathroom and dipped a face towel in cold and icy water. He
came back and placed it on her
now damp and fevered brow. He slowly studied her, then he noticed that her
glasses were still on. He
carefully moved his hands to remove them when a hand gently stopped him. A
pale hand but it was firm.
He stared at it, then stared back at the girl's face and blinked. Her eyes
were open. They were a light
brown, but held the feeling of intelligence in them too. She rubbed her
eyes without taking of her glasses
and stared at him again. Yu-Gi smiled.
"How you feeling?"
So I was awaked again. Great, being awake is the good news, the bad news
it that the pain came along with
it. Suddenly the light was blocked by a hand. You know, when you have
your eyes closed and light is
shining on them, then that shadow looms over your head. Feels funny don't
it? Half your head is in the
sun, all nice warm, the other half is a little colder, well that's what was
happening. I reached a hand out and
it contacted with another hand. I blearily opened my eyes and stared.
Well I located the reason for my
discomfort. My glasses were still on. I sighed and rubbed my eyes without
taking off my glasses. For a
second I had thought I had seen Yu-Gi Motou staring at me. I looked back
at him and swore inwardly.
That's it, I have lost it. I am seeing an anime character staring at me.
"How you feeling?" He asked quietly. I groaned a bit and tried to sit up.
"Miserable." I replied.
"What's your name?" He asked still giving that nice smile.
"Hikari. Hikari Usagi." I replied back. "You?" I was still confused as
to whether this was a dream or
reality. I decided that I was going to play along. Ignorance is the key
after all. And damn am I good at
playing dumb. It was the only way I could survive in my world after that.
. . . stay away. Keep those
memories away. Yu-Gi saw the pain in my face.
"You must really feel bad." He remarked. "Where are you from?"
"Vancouver, B .C. In Canada."
"But your name-?"
"Is Japanese. That's because I was born in Japan." I replied quietly. Yu-
"Okay. You need to be transferred to a hospital. You have a major wound
on your back. Any idea as to
what caused it?" He asked, those round eyes were so damn cute! Argh!
Major ethnic weakness, as part of
the Chinese Zodiac, I was a snake. And that meant I liked to help people.
And seeing Yu-Gi caring about
me all sad. Well how would YOU feel? I searched my memory. What had
those guys at the hospital said?
Something about. . . a large wound on the back. I kinda remember feeling
some pain as I landed on the
ground from that blast. Probably when I got it.
"I think I got it when I was in that accident."
"Yeah. Didn't you hear about it? I suspect it's all over the news." I
said quietly. Suddenly I noticed
something. I was speaking Japanese. I mean, it's not weird that I can, I
was born to this language after all.
But I was speaking it without knowing. Now that was weird. My parents
were kinda surprised at how
quickly I had adapted to English. Off topic. Sorry.
"I never saw anything on the news." Yu-Gi replied, amethyst eyes staring in
wonder. I groaned inwardly
and nearly smacked myself on the head. Of course they wouldn't have heard
of it, how could they? I was
in dream land or whatever.
"Well maybe it'll show up." I covered. Then I thought of something.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" Yu-Gi
jumped with a yelp and ran out the door while grabbing his bag. He ran
straight into his grandpa. I got up
startled. Pulling the sheets off I ran towards the door to help them.
What I tell you? Well I suppose I was
good mannered enough to help others in need. But that was rare. I guess I
was having a special moment.
Once the racket settled down and Yu-Gi explained the reason for his rush
his grandpa smiled and eased his
"Don't worry. I phoned your school and told them you would be late. I
also phoned the hospital. They'll
be picking you up in a few minutes." He said turning to me. I stiffened,
I hated hospitals. They reminded
me of that day . . . . . that day when . . . . Suddenly I dropped onto my
knees. They rushed forward, I tried
to wave them away but they weren't going obviously. They gently put down
on the bed again and I
muttered a tiny thanks.
"Don't worry. You must have gotten up too soon. I'll make you some tea
and then we can look at that
wound of yours. Perhaps try to patch it up a bit to make it feel better."
He offered and left the room.
Yu-Gi nodded at me too.
"I have to get to school but me and my friends will visit you after school
okay?" I nodded, didn't know
what else to do. Usually I was stuck up and cold to everyone. But I guess
being so weak that you could
barely stand drained away the reserved energy for that tearless mask I
always wore. Either that or Yu-Gi
and his friends were getting to me. Oh well.
By the time Mr. Motou came back he found the girl curled up in a ball on
the bed sleeping. He smiled
lightly and set the tea down on the bedside table, then he pulled a few
blankets over her and left.
"So Yug, how is she? You get a name?" Joey wanted to know. Tristan
listened in too, as did Taia.
"Yep. Said her name was Hikari Usagi. Comes from Canada. That's pretty
much all I could get out of
"Hikari eh? Well I don't know about that but she was cute!" Tristan said
with a grin.
"She looked Asian by her looks." Taia commented.
"Well she said she was born in Japan so that might explain it." Yu-Gi
offered. Joey smiled.
"So she's a native to the homeland. Alright!" The others sweatdropped.
"Joey, you make absolutely no sense." Taia mumbled. Yu-Gi sighed.
"So what room is she in?" Taia asked.
"Er. . .03? or was it 30?" Joey muttered.
"It was 03 Joey." Yu-Gi offered laughing. It was now after school and as
Yu-Gi had promised, they were
going to visit Hikari.
Boy did I feel groggy. I woke up lightly and sighed, my mid waist felt
smothered, so that must mean that I
was patched up. Yay. I stared out the window, was this what it felt like
to be truly lost? To not know
where you are, not know how to get back, and have no idea what was going
on? It sure felt like being lost,
and I didn't think I would ever find the way home. This all hurt to much
to be a dream, so that meant it had
to be real. Right? My musings were interrupted when someone knocked on my
door. I quickly put on my
glasses, not that I needed them. They were only for reading, but even then
I really didn't need them
anymore, it was just a phase, or something. But I wore them anyway, I
kinda liked having them on. It made
me feel like there was something in this world that still made sense. I
know what you're thinking. I'm
crazy aren't I? Oh well. The door opened and in stepped Yu-Gi and
friends. I tried to smile, all I managed
was a weak, pathetic, half grin. But it still did that trick.
"I guess you're feeling a lot better." The raven haired youth said with an
easy grin. The puzzle swinging
on that chain from his neck. I gave a tiny nod. Taia smiled.
"That's a relief."
"So why did you pass out on the street, or whatever?" Tristan asked next.
Crap, the question I'd been
dreading. How to come up with an excuse for this I wondered. What really
got me is that Yu-Gi answered.
"She had a major high fever. I'm guessing that's why."
"So how come you weren't headed for school? Don't get me wrong but you
weren't exactly in a uniform."
Well I am officially screwed. Think fast Kari think fast.
"I was on a trip here in Japan." I said thinking quickly. Damn I'm good!
"Really? Where are your parents? I mean, wouldn't they be worried about
you?" Taia wondered. I
growled at this.
"I have no parents." I said with such vicious tone that she jumped back.
My father had left me, my true
mother dead. The only one I had left that could be considered a parent was
my step mom and she was out
almost every night at every bar in town. Not one of my greatest memories.
Yu-Gi saw that same pain in her
eyes as before. He couldn't identify it, but he knew it hurt.
"So how did you get here?" He wanted to know. I didn't answer. How could
I? Oh yeah, this sounds
REAL great. Let's see; I was sitting in the hospital and then I fell
asleep. Next thing I know is that I'm
sitting in the middle of the street in the world of Yu-Gi-Oh. Isn't THAT
exciting! Not. He was still
waiting I realized.
"By plane. This is a school funded trip. I'm here for . . . for an art
course." I quickly made up. Okay, I
liked to draw. Heck, scratch that I loved to draw. But when life got too
painful to face, I just quit. It
seemed that the tragedy in my life was building up on me. The pressure was
getting to me okay? I admit it.
Yu-Gi suddenly said in a stern voice.
"Hey guys, do you mind if I talk to Miss. Usagi alone?" Taia looked at
Joey and Tristan, they both
shrugged and stood up. Taia followed suit and shut the door behind them.
"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes weren't in anger, fear, if I didn't know
better I could've sworn he was
surprised. Well I knew this guy hands down. I also had this big addiction
to Anime. Say hello to the
prince of Egypt. The high and mighty pharaoh. Better not make him mad by
"I am Hikari U-" He stopped me.
"No, who are you beyond your name?" I stared. Beyond me name? Well,
beyond that . . . . . I was just . .
me. No one special at all, I was a girl who liked to draw, read and write
stories. I was pretty good at
Science, but beyond that I was a nobody.
"Beyond my name. . . I'm only me." I replied quietly. Yami sighed.
"You're more then that, I feel as if . . . . ." He trailed off. I stared.
I put that emotionless mask in place and
just acted like I had no idea what he was talking about. But in truth, I
knew why he thought I was odd. I
mean, I came from another world. I know what's going to happen, I know all
the main characters, if that
wasn't out of place, then what was? Yami sighed and let Yu-Gi take
control, I could tell by the way his
eyes softened. He blinked at me and smiled. I suddenly realized I was
supposed to be playing stupid
"So why the sudden question?"
Yu-Gi blinked and shrugged.
"Just a curiosity." I stared. I figured that was the only logical
explanation. After Yu-Gi and friends left I
was getting scared. I was stuck here and had no where to go. Did I even
have any money? I was pretty
sure of myself that this wasn't a dream. Now what? I didn't even want to
think about what would happen if
I couldn't get home. And where would I stay? There was so many problems,
and this was one time I
couldn't sit back and let someone else do all the thinking. Because
believe it or not, I was alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from this story except the plot and Hikari Usagi.