Me: Aww. My story got deleted glares at little brother evilly before throwing keyboard at him

Hikari: You realize that there's a cord and it can't go that far?

Me: At least I don't go to the bank and get the pens and stab people with them

Hikari: blushes

Me: I own nothing 'cept this story. I'm sorry that I've had to do it again, but I've revisited it so it'll be better. I hope. This chapter is dedicated to Panmotto because you're my best reviewer and I'm so sorry. This better or what?

Hikari: She's just cocky because she's the only one in her grade to have finished the Writing for Writers assignment so far.

Painful Memories
Feeling faint, I stood up, my blue hair twisted around me in effect of the wind. The sun glazed above, and should have been heating the sand at my feet. Instead it was cool, and I sank through as if it were a cloud.

In the distance I saw a white dragon and another huge, dark creature. Squinting, I tried to figure out where it came from. Dragons aren't real, are they? Was this real? Was I?

Beneath the dragon once stood a girl who looked identical to me. Falling, I ran as fast as I could to catch her. The sand felt less like clouds and more like quicksand as the wind belted against my face. Someone beat me to her, and caught her safely in their arms.

I had to help them both though, so I concentrated as much as I could while still running on an idea.

Reaching the scene of the crime, I bent down and pulled my fingers through her hair. It seemed I was invisible to the pair. Her eyes were an ice blue. I couldn't place it if I tried.

Holding her hand tight, I felt so faint. Another tall figure with dark hair approached from the distance. I couldn't see him clearly but I knew he looked the same as the man holding the unconscious girl.

Another dragon appeared on the right side of hers, and helped overcome the monster. There's too much light, and my stranger caught me.

Who are you? And why are you in my dreams?

Panting, I sat up, afraid of my realistic dream. Patting the bed for reassurance of where I was, I started to focus on the little parts of what I remembered.

Who were those men? The only person I know who looks like that is –

'Kaiba! I still can't believe he's holding this tournament. It's as if he owns Duel Monsters for crying out loud,' Katsuya Jounouchi could be heard yelling from the other side of the house. It could only mean three things.

Mr.Jounouchi was still out

Katsuya was still upset about losing his Red Eyes. I could tell by the candy in his hand at 7 o'clock in the morning, and how carelessly he had thrown the wrapper with the others that pilled in the room we shared.

He somehow knew that I had a dream about a guy who looked sorta like Seto Kaiba. Sorta!

It couldn't be Kaiba, or "Moneybags" as Katsuya calls him every noun and again.

'KATSUYA I WAS STILL ASLEEP!'

Jounouchi walked into the room they shared, grinning sheepishly.

'Sorry but Battle City starts today, and I get a chance to bet Kaiba in his own tournament.'

This Duel Monsters Tournament was on everyone's lips, including mine. Katsuya and Yugi Motou had entered when we all went to the city center a few days ago, and I had snuck there myself two days ago with Anzu Masaki, another friend of ours. I bought a Duel Disk out of the money I earned doing the paper route with Katsuya every Sunday morning, and hid it the second I got back. If Katsuya or Jounouchi found it I would be in huge trouble. No one knows I duel!

I wish I could verse Yugi one day in a match. I know I'd never make it that far but it would be huge. He's gotten so much better since he got his good luck charm around his neck. Sometimes I feel something coming from it, but I think of it indifferently. Magic doesn't exist. Just freaky dreams about guys in my grade.

Seto Kaiba is our local child prodigy, a billionaire which he inherited from his step father. He is the CEO of Kaiba Corp. who is holding the Battle City Tournament. Hiroto Honda just thought it was an excuse to get Yugi infront of a crowd and try to beat him, but I don't agree. Otherwise we'd have had many tournaments by now. Thank God there's only been Duelist Kingdom, and I didn't go because I was in hospital. No one knew why and they still don't. That's when the dreams started I think.

I was in a coma for a month after my "dad" died. He wasn't related to me in any way, and he wasn't even good at pretending. Until I moved into an apartment near Katsuya I didn't know that sexual abuse was wrong. It was a punishment for me. The reason I wear these marks on my face, and all across my body for that matter, is because of him. My hair is still growing back after he got a knife and tried to cut it all off but didn't really succeed and ended up cutting my head. I've been told I fell unconscious and he thought I was dead, so he tried to take his own life.

No one knows why.

But the shock was the thing I've been told. Shock and viruses are the things that get people into hospital usually according to doctors.

Twirling the gold ring with sapphires bent into it, tears escaped my unusual azure eyes. They matched my hair perfectly in color. My skin, so pale, was normal. I wished I could be ordinary and get a tan!

'Hikari, stop dreaming about Moneybags!' said Katsuya out of the blue.

'I AM NOT DREAMING ABOUT KAIBA AND YOU KNOW IT!'

'Well, what are you thinking about?'

At a million miles per hour my thoughts zoomed around my mind, making it impossible to pick one. Anguish trickled down my cheeks, tasting like salt, and I clung to my best friend's shoulder for support. Rubbing my back he asked no questions. He knew not to.

Wiping away my tears and reassuring my friend that I was fine to go, I waited until I heard him yelling on the phone before cramming my bag. Lippy, eyeliner, a duel disk, my "plastic baby" as I so often called it and a comb was all that would fit. Studying myself in the cracked mirror, taking special care to spike my hair up properly and put on enough concealer so that you couldn't see the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep, I waited at the door.

'Katsuya!' I yelled, making it echo throughout the small flat. 'I'm going! You're welcome to come with me if you want but hurry it up!'

He ran to the door appologising.

'What were the screams?'

'Oh, Honda's there with Shizuka.'

Shizuka. Another sour topic. Don't get me wrong – the girl's a sweety. But she's clingy when it comes to her big brother and together they've had more than their fair share of downs.

Closing the door behind us, we were off to earn our six locator cards and enter the finals.

Me: Lol good?

Hikari: Or bad?

Me: RR