Okay, so this story came to me in a dream one night (I get a lot of my stories that way). Cause I love yu-gi-oh arc v and I love Cinderella so I really wanted to read a combination, however when I couldn't find one I just came up with my own. I should note that I'd already decided on the characters and if you don't like who I've chosen then don't bother reading, no hate. I should also note that I had a really hard time deciding who would be good enough for the evil stepmother (or father in this case) so in the end I just made someone up, saves time. Oh and finally the characters will be known by their dubbed names as I don't watch the subbed series (subtitles give me a headache).
Cinderella – Yuya Sakaki
The Prince (princess) – Zuzu Boyle
Mother – Yoko Sakaki
Father – Yusho Sakaki
Evil stepmother (stepfather) – Cánrĕn Crescent (Note: Like my other OC [his son] he is Chinese; I choose Cánrĕn as his name because it is the Chinese word for cruelty [according to the internet. Don't hate me just 'cause I decided to take German as my language]).
Evil stepsisters (brothers) – Sylvio Sawatari, Varsch Crescent (my OC from shredded soul, if anyone's read that).
Fairy godmother (more like friend) – Sora Perse
Once upon a time in a place called Paradise city, there lived a young boy named Yuya Sakaki. He lived with his mother Yoko and his father Yusho. Yusho was known as the greatest dueltainer in the world and was always showing of his skills against many powerful opponents. Yuya and Yoko always went along to watch his duels, and Yuya thought they were the best thing he'd ever seen. The way his father could keep the crowd on the edge of their seats, the way it brought smiles to their faces. Yuya loved it more than anything. He wanted to be a great dueltainer to, and spent much of his time training to achieve this goal. Yusho was a great mentor to Yuya and taught him everything he knew about duelling and entertaining. He would always tell Yuya to laugh when he felt like crying, to hold his head high and smile when he felt down. Yuya lived by those words every day of his life. He was rarely ever seen without a bright smile on his face or a sparkle in his eyes. Although his eyes were never seen when he was upset, as he had a habit of placing a pair of goggles on whenever he felt down. His father gave him the goggles when he was four, they were tinted gold and a large blue star obscured the right lens. He wore them atop his head and was hardly ever seen without them. The same went for a small blue pendulum he had on a string around his neck. Another gift from his father, it represented everything he loved about duelling and always brought him good luck. At least that's what he thought…
Sadly, it didn't work well enough. For when Yuya was only seven his father grew ill and died. With his last breath, he told Yuya to keep smiling no matter what and always work hard to entertain the world. Yuya promised he would, before bursting into tears. Yoko did her best to comfort her son, despite being overcome with grief herself.
As time went by, Yoko and Yuya were able to move on with their lives. In their hearts they always missed Yusho, but knew him well enough to know he wouldn't want them dwelling on their sadness. So instead Yoko invested her time in caring for stray animals that wandered into their area; and Yuya spent his time training to be a dueltainer. He hoped to one day surpass his father as the worlds greatest dueltainer and spent many happy hours practicing his skills. He kept his promise of always smiling and never letting the world get him down, though it wasn't always easy…
"Yeah!" Yuya cheered as he won yet another duel.
"Good job Yuya." Said his opponent and long-time friend Gong. The two had known each other for years and had faced each other in so many duels they'd lost count. Their win rate was pretty much even and they knew each other's decks like they knew their own. However, what made their duels so great was the way Yuya could always come up with a fun new performance for his finishing moves. There was no doubt in Gong's mind that he'd be a great dueltainer one day.
"Yuya!"
The two boys turned around to see Yuya's mom waving from the front door of his house.
"Coming!" Yuya called back.
"Seya later then Yuya, Gong'll miss you buddy." Gong said, trapping Yuya in a bone-crushing hug. Yuya spluttered for air and flailed around for a bit until Gong released him, but he laughed it off like he did everything. He waved happily to his friend and ran back to his house. Yoko stepped out of the way of her charging son as he barrelled into the house.
"Hey mom." He greeted happily.
"Did you have a good day sweetie?" Asked Yoko, as she sat down in the living room. Yuya came to join her and told her all about his awesome duels. Yoko listened politely waiting for the right moment to cut in. Eventually Yuya had to stop for a breath and she took the opportunity to talk to him about something she'd had on her mind a lot lately.
"Yuya, honey, I've been thinking…" She tailed off, trying to think of the appropriate way to say it.
"What is it mom?"
"Well you're fourteen now and I think you need a father figure in your life again so…"
"You're getting re-married?"
"Well, that depends, how do you feel about it?"
Yuya thought for a moment. To him, no one would ever replace his dad, but on the other hand his mom deserved to he happy. He was sure he could accept a step-father, as long as he made his mother happy.
"Well mom, if it makes you happy them I'm sure it's a wonderful idea."
"Really? I'm so glad you feel that way." Yoko cried, rushing over and enveloping Yuya in a hug. He leaned into her embrace, enjoying the warm, loved feeling it gave him. Times like these, when the two showed affection for each other, were rare. Both had retreated into themselves when Yusho died, even though they hid it, even from each other. Yuya wished he and his mom spent more time together, and the thought of her spending all her time with someone else didn't greatly appeal to him. But deep in his heart he knew that it was his own fault; had he not been so distracted with his own grief he could have helped her. So if whomever she was to marry would make her happy again, Yuya was willing to try and make it work.
So a week later Yoko married Cánrĕn Crescent, and he and his two sons moved into their house. Cánrĕn was a tall man in his early thirties, with dark brown hair and eyes. Apparently he worked for the LEO corporation but that was all Yuya knew about it. The details about his first wife were a mystery too, all Yuya really knew was that he had two sons his age.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you." Yuya said when they arrived.
"Ah, so you're the famous Yuya, you're mother talks about you all the time." Cánrĕn said. Yuya laughed, placing a hand behind his head, suddenly feeling very modest. "It's so nice to finally meet you." Cánrĕn continued, holding out his hand. Yuya shook it warmly, offering another smile. Cánrĕn smiled also, then went over to speak with Yoko. Yuya suddenly noticed his new step-brothers getting their bags out of the back of their car.
"Oh here let me help." He offered, rushing over and taking one.
"Oh great," One of them said, dumping the bag he was carrying in Yuya's arms. He had long orange hair and dark violet eyes. His features were very chiselled and refined, making him look incredibly handsome. His eyes matched those of his father's but aside from that there was little resemblance. Yuya decided he must take after his mother.
"Yes, thank you." The other boy said, also dumping his luggage on Yuya. Yuya struggled with the weight, almost dropping the bags he'd been lumbered with. "Careful." The second boy ordered. Yuya was quite puzzled by him, he had short chocolaty brown hair with blonde bangs and sharp blue eyes. He bared no resemblance whatsoever to his father and brother. He decided to ask about it later, right now he was focused on carrying all their stuff into the house before his arms fell off.
"Don't you guys think you should give me a hand?" He asked when they got inside.
"Excuse me!" The oranged haired boy exclaimed.
"Is that anyway to treat us, your new brothers, when we've only just arrived." His brother continued.
"Oh, sorry." Yuya said, bowing politely. He wasn't sure they were right, but felt it would be smart not to get off on the wrong foot with his new step-family.
"Well then, Yuya sweetie how about you show your new brothers to their room." Yoko suggested. Cánrĕn nodded to his sons, expressing his agreement. The two of them then retired to the living room, leaving the three boys alone.
"Well what are you waiting for! Pick up our stuff and take us to our room." The orange haired boy demanded.
"Oh, um okay…" Yuya said nervously. To be honest, he hadn't expected the first thing for his new step-brothers to do to be order him around. But he promised his mom he'd make this work, so he decided to go along with it for now. "This is your room." He said, opening the door to the room his mom had selected for them.
"God, this is tiny." The brown/blonde complained.
"Sorry, it was all me had." Yuya said, setting their bags down. "Okay so, I guess now would be a time for proper introductions. I'm Yuya." He held out his hand. The two boys looked at it like it was the most disgusting thing on earth.
"I'm Varsch." The orangette said.
"And my name is Sylvio." The brunette/blonde introduced, with a little bow for emphasis.
"Pleased to meet you." Said Yuya, smiling happily.
"Yeah, sure." Varsch said uncaringly. He busied himself with his things, ignoring Yuya completely.
"Don't mind him, he's not very good at being social." Sylvio explained.
"Oh, no worries." Yuya shrugged. "So uh, how come you two look so different?"
"Oh that, well it's because we're only half brothers, we have different fathers, you see after I was born my parents divorced and then my mother remarried to Cánrĕn and had Varsch. However, she died in an accident so now my step-father has married your mother."
"Oh I'm so sorry, you know I lost my father so I can understand." Yuya looked sad for a moment, before covering it with another smile. "So we all have different dads then; guess we have something in common." Sylvio looked at him for a second, then burst out laughing. Yuya tilted his head, confused by his laughter.
"Me? Like you?" He laughed. "Look, Varsch and I are half brothers, whereas you're just our step-brother. You don't count."
"I? What?" Yuya asked, now thoroughly confused.
"What he's trying to say." Varsch cut in. "Is that we have a hard enough time sharing things with each other, we don't need someone else messing things up."
"Yeah, so do us a favour and stay out of our way." Sylvio finished, shoving Yuya rudely out the door. Yuya just stood there, staring at the door, too stunned to move. Of all the reactions he thought his new brothers would have, this was not one of them. He was sure they'd be willing to at least be friends. He sighed and went over to the pole connecting the hallway to the kitchen. He slid down it to find his mom and Cánrĕn both sat at the table.
"Hey Yuya sweetie, how are you getting along with your new brothers?" Yoko asked. Yuya was about to tell her how mean and stuck up they were, but the moment he saw the happiness on her face the words died his mouth. He hadn't seen her this happy since before his father died, he just couldn't bring himself to spoil it. So instead he told her things were great and he really liked Varsch and Sylvio. "That's wonderful." Yoko smiled, it was so bright and happy Yuya couldn't resist smiling himself.
"See, I told you they would all get along." Cánrĕn said with a smile of his own. Yoko chuckled happily and excused herself, leaving Yuya and Cánrĕn alone. As soon as she was gone, the atmosphere in the room changed immediately. Cánrĕn's former smile twisted into a scowl as he stood as walked towards Yuya. He stopped just a few inches away to look at a photo on the wall. It showed Yoko, Yusho and Yuya, looking happy and carefree. Cánrĕn's scowl deepened and he removed the picture from the wall.
"Yuya." He said, turning to the young dueltainer.
"Um, yes?"
"Do me a favour." He said, shoving the picture into Yuya's hands. "Throw this in the attic with all the other junk."
"What?" Yuya asked.
"You heard me, I want it out of sight, and when you're done with that you can put away anything else of your father's."
"But why?"
Cánrĕn sighed and bent down to meet Yuya's eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder as he did so. "Look Yuya, your mom and I just got married and she's happy. But if she's constantly surrounded by reminders of her first husband how can she be expected to move on?" He paused for a moment, allowing Yuya to take all this in. "You must understand I have your mother's best interests at heart, if she's ever going to be happy again she needs to move on. You do want her to be happy don't you?"
"Yes of course." Said Yuya.
"Good, so you'll get rid of all your father's things?"
"Okay…?" Yuya agreed, though he didn't sound at all sure.
"Great." Cánrĕn said, ruffling Yuya's hair. He got up and exited the room, leaving Yuya alone. He stared down at the picture in his hands, nostalgia rushing over him as he recalled all the great times with his father. His new step-father wasn't like Yusho at all, but as long as he made Yoko happy, Yuya was willing to befriend the man. He hurried around the house and collected all of his father's old possessions. When his mom asked what he was up to he told her he was storing away Yusho's stuff so it wouldn't be damaged, and so Cánrĕn wouldn't feel jealous or something. Luckily, this story both convinced and satisfied Yoko. So Yuya placed all his father's belongings into the attic where no one would see them.
"Oh well," He said to himself. "At least up here they won't be damaged."
He looked down at the picture of him and his parents again, feeling tears sting his eyes. He blinked them away and smiled sadly.
"I miss you dad. I wish you were still here."
He placed a hand over the picture, as though hoping he could reach in and embrace his father once again. When his fingers brushed nothing but cold glass, he sighed heavily and placed the photo in a box.
