Author's Notes Ok, I thought it would be best to give this story a retry. I know its been awhile, but I really like the idea behind this. Looking up a few things, checking up on more facts, I had a new breath towards the idea. I'm keeping up my orignal story for everyone who had read it and like it, but started this to go a new way. I feel I lost my way on that one, so this is just a re-edit. There shall be some difference, like I am going to have the whole 'Meeting Doma' later and I switch the names from the English verisons to the Japanese ones, at least for the main characters. I might keep the English names for the Swordmans of Doma. I find them a lot nicer...but hadn't decided.

Disclaimer: I don't know Yu-Gi-Oh! None of the characters have my names attached to them. I just whole this story idea here.

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Ten years ago…

The rain fell down so soft on to the ground. The freshly dug and patted down dirt grew soft with the drops. The headstones were of many of those who were gone and with a new addition each day. Today, another one was add, one that never really lived. He never left his life by choice, but it was stolen away. Now, he was buried six-feet down.

Above, Tears was shed from up. A young boy, no older then six was crying over the loss. To never to know his father now, because of one man's choice to think he was a threat. He brown hair shagged in the rain, now coming down more heavy. His once bright brown eyes were blood red.

"Dadd…daddy," he cried, "Why did you have to go?" he sobbed the unanswerable.

His mother and sisters were with the other grieving relatives over by the church in the cemetery. He had some how got out of there and made his way through the mud and rain to get there. He just wanted to where his daddy now lay, where he could never see him again. The world wasn't fair. His daddy just went to the store. Why did those men decide to rob it just then? Why did they have to shoot his daddy? Why couldn't the doctors save his daddy? It wasn't fair!

"It's not fair! Why did you have to leave me daddy!" he shouted, falling to his knees. The mud stained his black pants, but he didn't care. He just pounded the ground with his fists in anger, "You said you would be right back! We were going to go to the park! You promise! YOU PROMISE!"

With that, he felled to the ground and started to sob. His cards felled out of his pocket. He looked down at he ground. Slowly, he rose and started to pick them up, Stone Solider, E-Hero Featherman, Scapegoat. Then came to the last two cards, M-Warrior 1 and M-Warrior 2. His daddy gave him those cards. He said that those two would never be apart from the other, just like them. The very thought of those words brought more tears to his eyes. He didn't want them anymore. He didn't care about Duel Monsters anymore. As he was about to ripped the M-Warriors cards in half, a voice appeared from behind him.

"You mustn't do that, my child,"

He turned around to see around man standing behind him was this strange man. He had on a long strange white robes on and long silver-blue hair tied on a ponytail that almost felled to his feet. What was really strange was the color this fellow's eyes. They were two different colors, one was bluish green and the other was yellow. He wasn't there at the funeral, so what was he doing here.

"Who…who are you?" he asked, backing away.

"I'm a friend," said the strange man, "I heard your cries and came to help."

"You can bring back my dad?"

"I sorry, but my power can't do that,"

"Oh," he said sadly wiping away the Tears from his face.

The older gentleman dug around his robe and pulled out a handkerchief. He held out his hand and gave it to the boy. He took it and wiped his nose and face with it. The mud and tears came off bit by bit. Then the stranger kneed down and looked him in the face. He placed his hands on the young boy's shoulder. He looked and the stranger and couldn't help but feel a little better. He seems that he didn't want to hurt him.

"You know, there is much evil in the world. Filth covering it," he said, "Many people get hurt because of it."

"Why? Why do they get hurt?" asked the young boy, pushing his hair out of the way of his face.

"Because some people, a lot of people are sinful. They go around and hurt the good people in the world and the bad ones out number them by great number. Still there are people who fight against these kinds of people, clean the grime of the sinners" said the stranger, "I give them the power to fight those who wish to put the world into darkness."

"So, you help people? Like Superman?" asked the young boy, his face lifting up the thought of real superheroes.

The stranger just chuckle and gave him a smile, "No, I am nothing like Superman," he answered, "I work to find others with pure souls and give them the power to remove the evil within the world."

Somewhat disappointed, the boy's felled to the ground. The rain dripped down his face and landed in a puddle at his feet. His clothes were soaked through and there was the chance he would catch a cold after this. He felt the stranger place his hand under his chin and raise his face back to eye level. Looking deep within those eyes, the boy was captivate by them .The seems to be a weird force that was drawing him into to them. For a second, he thought there was a blur of green in them, but it was only for a second.

"You know, young child," he said, "I believe that you may be one of the few that can save the world. That is why I draw to you at your time of need. I can help you avenge your father, who was taken away from you."

The child perked up at the sound of it. He could be able to save the world. Being able to do that, he could get payback to the guy that took his daddy away. He somewhat smile at he

thought of that. The stranger stood back up right and wipe off some of the dirt that stained his robe.

"Now, you must get stronger, child," he said place a hand on to the boy's shoulder, "I shall call you again, many years from now. Your family needs you to be strong as well. You must be ready to fight the evil and the darkness that hid itself within man's soul. Do you think that you can do that for me?" he asked.

The boy quickly nodded his head. He wanted to get back at that robber so much. He caused so much pain in his family. At the news of his daddy's death, his mom broken down and cried. No one makes his mom cries and gets away with it. He would enjoy that when the time would come. The stranger smiled down at he young boy and started to walk away.

"Wait! How will I know it's you? I don't know your name?" the boy shouted after him.

"You don't have to worry about that, my child. You shall know it is time when I, Dartz calls on to you, but first you must be strong to help restore the great beast that will get rid of the evil of man." He said.

With that, the stranger disappeared into the storm. The boy stood there by his father's grave watching him go. He would get stronger and avenge his daddy. Looking down at the gravestone, a serious look came across his face. The pure determination was growing inside his little six-years old body.

"Don't worry, Daddy," he said, "I'll protect Mommy and my sisters, and so you won't worry. That 'cause I have to be strong and fight the evil man that put you here."

A sloshing sound came from back of him. Looking back he could see his mommy coming here at him. She had this daze look on her face as the rain dripped from the umbrella she had over her head.

"Come on, baby," she said in a sober tone, "We have to say good-bye to everyone."

"Ok, Mommy," he answer walking over to her and grabbed a hold of her hand.

The two started to head back to inside the church where everyone was. She looked down at her son and couldn't help but notice how quiet he was the past week. Though, he didn't seem to shed tears in public, she knew that he was inside. Part of the reason, she allow him to stay outside for so long was so he would be able to say his good-byes in private. It might able to help the healing better. She couldn't help but notice that he seems a little more at peace, well as at peace as a six-year-old boy who had lost his father could be.

"What are you think about?" she asked looking at him.

"I…" he started, but felt that he shouldn't tell his mommy about the man with the two color eyes. She always told him that he shouldn't talk to strangers and take things from them.

She would be angry at him if he told her that he talk to this man and promise to help him get rid of evil when he grew up some. So, what could he tell her?

"Yes?"

"I want to help people and stop all the bad men it the world, really clean up," he said thinking he was not really lying to her. He was going to help people and stop bad men.

She just smiled down at her son. Her hand lay on top of his as she ran her fingers through his brown hair, "I sure you will one day," she said, "I am sure you will, Hiroto..."

TBC...