Authors Note; This is my first story here - Please give me critique and feedback.
There was a rainy morning when my father was mourning the loss of his friend, the part of himself whom he had voluntarily set free. It was a hard time to move on from. But it was that morning he realized what he had done.
Yugi Muto wandered aimlessly through the halls of Domino High School as the rain pounded against the glass windows that lined the west hallway. His tri-colored, extremely extravagant hair featuring multiple layers including long blond crooked, pointy locks for his fringe and five large spikes colored black with a magenta sheen along the edges fell into his small face as he let out an audible sigh. He had never felt so alone before. Not since he had accomplished the task of piecing together the Millennium Puzzle. But when the Pharaoh was sealed away in the spirit realm; Yugi was left as a normal being.
"He is in a better place," Yugi remarked to himself. "It is the end of the journey for him, but a new beginning for me."
Yugi shook his head and continued to walk down the hallway in silence. His footstep reverberated off of the bare, ivory-colored walls. Absent mindedly fingering the collar of his blue uniform jacket, Yugi turned his attention to the window of the school. The rain pelted the transparent glass, and, as the wind hollowed in the distance, a small smile found his way to his face.
The Pharaoh may have left him - but he had set his spirit free.
That was the time when my father truly moved on. And time passed - the days turning into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, and the years flew into a decade.
There used to be a time when Duel Monsters meant everything to my father. When the world was a mystery waiting to be solved. When life was just meant to be lived with the purest eyes and most innocent heart. There used to be a time when my father was part of a whole – but, eventually, there came a time when my father became a whole. There was a time that came upon my father that made him realize his journey had yet to be finished and that he was now complete, ready to face life alone. I never knew of what came upon my father and his friends earlier on in their lives, late adolescent. But, time passed and the meaning of what came had happened long ago - but it was not forgotten for my father carried on the memory of what became of that man. The man with whom he had shared part of a whole with. And it was that man who saved my father countless times. And it was that man whom my father saved countless times from an eternity of darkness. You know what they all say. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. But, my father's case did not require any object or being in return for another. The pure soul that had taken in this wayward spirit and helped him, asking for nothing in return. And that man who was the kind-heart was my father. He asked for nothing in return for when the man whom he helped threw his troubles of my father. Yet, he helped him even more than you could grasp while the man willing and determined in return helped my father. They were all part of one another. My father. The man.
And that man's name was Atem.
I never was told of my father's history with his friends: Tea Gardener (Yugi's wife and my mother); Tristian Taylor (he happens to be married to Serenity Wheeler - Joey Wheeler's little sister); and Joey Wheeler (he happens to be married to Mai Valentine now - and, my father named me after him because Joey happened to be Yugi's best friend). And I especially was not told of my father's long lost friend - everyone's friend - Atem, even if I was named after him. I bared the Great Pharaoh's name backwards. Time passed – allowing me to be born. My name is Meta Joey Moto. And I am the daughter of Yugi Moto – the King Of Games.
Meta Moto. A ring to it, eh?
I was never told of the past - but I was part of it. I was the link between all of them, the backbone so to say. I was the living proof of all that had been accomplished. Though, my parents never told me of their days as teenagers, when the Millennium Puzzle was bestowed upon my father or when Marik began his world domination conquest or when Atem changed all of their lives and they changed his.
But how do I know that all this existed? Well, whatever you ask, know that this is my story. My biography, or in this case, my autobiography of how I became that link of the past and the future. How I became part of that past. How I was written into a particular piece of history. How I became what I was.
My name is Meta, daughter of the King of Games, missing link to the Great Egyptian Pharaoh Atem, and the piece of history that grasped together the past and distant future.
And this is my story. This is the present.