Hello there,

This story is something that I have sadly been working on for years! it's actually kinda sad. But I've decided to give it one more go in writing it. It features OC's, so if it isn't your thing, then sorry. Some canon pairings will be involved, but the story is mostly revolved around the OC. Hope you enjoy.

Prologue

He stood there, quietly in the abyss.

Well, it wasn't exactly abyss like. He was surrounded by a sea of people, clutching a briefcase that held his books. Dressed in a blue jacket with matching slacks. Being more careful about appearances, he had his coat buttoned up, unlike many of the boys at the school. He stood at the entrance to a large building, where several individuals in his age group meandered around.

His pale hand was suddenly grabbed, by an all too familiar hand. When her fingers laced with his, he looked down, startled to see tanned flesh. only for it to fade back into her typical porcelain complexion.

His brown eyes traveled up, taking in the whole appearance of this girl.

Small, that's what she was. Shorter than he by more than heads length. The top of her head barely touching his chest, and when she looked at him, she had to tilt her head way back. But he didn't mind. It gave him a good look into her face.

On first glance, most would simply overlook her, and that was their mistake. Sure she wasn't as eye catching as most of her fellow school girls. But when he took a good look at her, he could appreciate her appearance. He even dared say, he did find her rather pretty.

Her skin was very fair, almost as pale as he, perhaps more so. But, dotting across her cheeks was a light dusting of freckles, and though her face was pale, it was almost always covered with a light blush. The girl was always blushing about something. Whenever someone directed a question towards her, when he smiled, receiving a scolding, getting compliments. It didn't matter. It seemed as soon as someone focused their attention upon her, she would blush. Depending on the situation, the blush could turn into a dark scarlet, or remain a fair pink.

What really caught his attention though, were her eyes. Hazel, not too almost always covered by the lenses of her glasses. What was special though, were the gold specks that glittered in those green-brown orbs. They always seemed to be staring into nothing, but something that only she could see.

Perhaps that's why she cast his host a second glance. Upon his arrival into this new country, his host had gained the attention of many of the female population of this school. But, only because his outward appearance was pleasing to look at. With a tall lean body, long flowing snow white hair, and warm brown eyes, it wasn't too surprising that many of the girls had all developed shallow feelings.

This girl however, had gazed at him intently, as if she saw something deeper. And he noticed, that when her eyes were on him, the little golden dots would shine brighter than usual.

And if she did sense something more, well, she was correct. He lay deep within his hosts mind and heart, always watching and listening. He had been easily driven back when he foolishly challenged this girl and her little friends to a friendly game of Monster World. Trapped for a long period of time. But, then, out of nowhere, he had felt a tug. Then, a flash as a blue neon-droid monster filled his eyes.

the monster, was just a drawing on a card. But who held the card, is what he believed to have brought him back. At last, he had another chance to start anew. He would sit quietly and wait. Patience had never been his strongest feature. But, after making countless mistakes, he knew this time, he would have to control himself and learn the definition all over again.

Most of the time, his attention was directed towards another teenager. A mutual friend. But lately, he had been having strange visions. And these forced him to watch her instead.

At first, it began when he had been trapped in the shadows. Flashes of a burning village, under ground tombs and strange monsters used to plague him. But, after he had been able to sort through the images, he began to understand that they weren't just strange hallucinations, brought on by the shadows.

They were memories

Specifically, his.

In his hosts unconscious state. He would see a girl walking in the desert, at a far distance. He began to walk towards her, hoping to catch up. But every night, she was further and further away. And, his body seemed unable to move faster in this sleeping state.

Then came Duelist Kingdom. And every time he closed his eyes, the girls figure would be closer and closer.

It wasn't until two nights ago, that he had finally been able to piece together the outward appearance.

"KIM!" he wanted to scream.

No, his host wanted to scream it. He himself had a different name that lingered on the tip of his tongue.

But for the life of him, he couldn't seem to quite say it.

Then, the past night, right before he had awoken and was forced to go about this school business, he had another.

He laid sprawled on stone, where the millennium items laid. Covered in blood, but it was not his own. His hand groped for the millennium puzzle, before he finally managed to place his palm over its eye.

"I wish..." he coughed, his fingers beginning to fade away into sand. "give me one more chance. Another life, this just wasn't enough! let me see her, one last time."

"Come on Ryou, we're going to be late." Kim's voice began to ease into his muddled thoughts, and he snapped back to attention.

"Sorry." Ryou laughed nervously, "guess I'm just spacing out."

Kim just smiled sympathetically, her hazel eyes looking into his, those little golden specks shining intensely.

"You may be overlooked, but lucky for me, nobody sees the potential in you, the way I do."

I guess let me know what you think. More chapters coming soon!