Fire filled the air. Smoke and chanting were heavy in the atmosphere. Many yelled 'Burn her!' while others yelled 'Set her free'. Whatever they were chanting they were causing trouble. A pair of chocolate brown eyes locked into a pair of calming dark blue eyes one last time before letting the flames engulf her. The beautiful blue-eyed figure whose heart had just been broken ran off at an immortal-like pace. Burning flesh filled the air now along with several screams and cries. She knew better not to scream. She didn't want to cause him anymore pain then what losing her would already do. Despite him not seeing her she knew he would still listen to her. Her rhythmic heartbeat came to a halt in his ears; the dead silence was the most terrible sound imaginable.

Akiza jolted out of bed, her alarm clock buzzing the most horrible noise ever known to man. She yanked the cord out of the wall and was about to go back to sleep when her mother knocked on her door. Akiza sighed. She would have to hear her mom's cheerful peachy-keen voice at seven in the morning once again. How could one woman be so damn cheerful that early?

"Akiza, are you awake, sweetheart?" she asked. She cracked the door open and gave her daughter a warm smile. Akiza maintained to keep control and not roll her eyes at her mother's perkiness. She nodded groggily as she managed to stand on her feet. This was satisfaction enough for her mother and she quickly departed the room.

Her fingers fumbled across her wooden desk to find a hairbrush which was made from pure silver and had roses engraved on the back of it with her name. She had had it for years. It was her first gift from her father that was supposed to make up for their absence.

Akiza had just moved back to the states. She had left with her parents when she was only five. She couldn't remember her life in America at all. Her father worked for the U.S government and had moved to Japan to help with peace and a bunch of other stuff that Akiza really didn't care about. She couldn't even remember a time in her entire life that she had been truly happy.

When she started school everyone wondered why such a pale Japanese girl going to their school, but Akiza wasn't full Japanese anyway. Her great-great grandparents or something were. That gave her the last name Izinski, which surely sounded Japanese. Now students would wonder why a pale American girl, whose dad is one of the new senators of New York, would have such a foreign last name.

She would never have a normal life because her father, Hideo, who definitely looked a lot tanner than she did, was interested in politics, and she had a mother who would always chase him wherever he would go. Sometimes she thought she hated her dad. No one could blame her. He was never there, and to apologize to her a new designer label would pop up in her closet. Sometimes she could feel her eyes shooting daggers at him, hate radiating out of her skin. Then, he'd look back at her and by the look in his eyes she could sense that he could tell just how much distance there was between him- and this also angered her because he was aware and made no attempt to fix it-but also, she could sense fear staring back at her like he was afraid of her. It was like she had done something so terrible, so bad, that he couldn't forgive her or himself.

Akiza shook her head to clear her thoughts. What could she have done that was so bad? She remembered practically everything, especially every second with her family. The amount of time she spent with them might add up to a few hours. Besides, the only time she couldn't remember was when she was still in America. What could a toddler do that was so bad besides cry? And Akiza never questioned how nothing had stayed framed in her mind from that time. Usually people remember something from being a little kid like a favorite stuffed animal or a television show. Akiza had assumed she had just been so happy then that remembering it now would be too much for her and she'd just psychologically turned it off.

Akiza looked up into the mirror and saw her reflection staring at her. She was surprised her tangles were already combed out. She must've been brushing her hair while thinking and not even realized it. She pushed her bangs back out of her face with a bobby pin, grabbed her Juicy book bag (another present from daddy) and prepared to suck it up that today would drag on forever and she would have to face a million people asking how she looked so American, yet had a surname so foreign.

She tried to escape the front door without her mother stopping her and preaching her about how she should stay and eat breakfast because it is the most important meal of the day. Akiza was shocked that it the start of it didn't sound like a lecture. "Your father and I are leaving for about a week and are going to D.C. I know we just got here, but they are discussing a new bill. Will you be okay by yourself?" she asked. Suddenly the shock fled Akiza. Of course they were leaving, and of course she could manage by herself. That's how she's survived all of these years.

"I'll be fine, mom. Just like always." Akiza nodded, and was about to turn to the door when her mom spoke again.

"The emergency number is on the fridge. We have new cellphone numbers. There is also the number of the hotel we will be staying at. The fire department is on there and the police station is too. Our plane leaves at two so if you come home for lunch or something, we probably will already be gone." Akiza nodded.

She knew the drill. What was the use of prolonging the growing animosity between them? She should've just left a note saying that they were leaving. That would save their breath. Surprisingly, her parents never did leave her without saying goodbye. She used to wish that they would just leave her a note and spare her the effort of trying to hold in her tears, but now no tears seem to fall. Akiza hadn't cried in a long, long time.

Making a mad dash out of the house, Akiza hoped her mother would say no more, but she heard her mother's angel-like preppy voice shout an 'I love you', but Akiza didn't respond hoping that her mother would assume she was out of hearing range.

As Akiza walked to school she realized just how much she truly hated America and missed Japan. The weather, the lifestyle, the food-it was all so, so different. She had decided the only good thing about how close they lived to the school. It took her about five minutes to make the walk which meant that she could sleep longer since she was about twenty minutes early. As soon as she made her way to the school she was almost knocked off her feet by a girl in crazy glasses. How could she see out of those?

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I am such a klutz! I have to wear these stupid glasses until my contacts are filled! That's no excuse! Wait, you're the senator's daughter, aren't you?" the girl said so quickly that Akiza could barely make out what she was saying. "I'm Carly Carmine. You must be Akiza Izinski. It's nice to meet you," she extended her hand. Akiza shook it. At first she thought that she was preppy like her own mother was, but she could tell by the look in her eyes that she was terribly nervous.

"It's nice to meet you, too. Can you show me around? My first class is chemistry." Akiza asked. Carly stared at her for a moment waiting for emotion to evoke in her, but received nothing but a blank expression waiting for an answer. Carly nodded as they took off.

As soon as they turned the corner Akiza felt another body slam into hers. Akiza jumped and was about to say something rude when her eyes met a pair of beautiful azure ones staring at her. She almost felt dizzy under his gaze. His eyes then widened in response of seeing her. Somehow she felt as if she knew him, but there was no way she could ever forget those gorgeous eyes. "I should really watch where I'm going," he nodded as he took off in the other direction.

Carly nudged her and giggled, obviously excited that she showed some emotion and that one of the cutest guys in school talked her. Akiza noticed several death glares from girls as they turned away. He was definitely on the hottie list there.

As Carly dragged her from classroom to classroom a very tall, muscular blonde boy walked past them. He had deep purple eyes that looked somewhat murderous at a glance. He definitely had an arrogance factor floating about him. His eyes looked towards Akiza, but left her as soon as they came and lingered on Carly. Carly met his gaze and Akiza could notice a blush starting to appear on her cheeks. Akiza couldn't even remember one time that she had blushed ever in her entire love life, but then again it was non-existent. She had never felt an aching compassion to be with someone before. Carly was obviously smitten with tall, blonde, and cocky, and he was definitely into her too. Akiza decided she would talk to Carly about him, but later.

"Who was that?" Akiza noticed that she had to catch her breath, and realized she hadn't been breathing.

"Yusei Fudo." Carly smiled.

Yusei's POV

Yusei felt as if the breath was knocked right out of him. He almost hurled as he ran towards Crow who was fiddling with his locker. Crow gave him a mischievous grin, but it soon faded as he realized how pale Yusei looked. He was out of breath, and looked sick. "What's wrong, Yusei?" he asked him softly.

"It's her. It's Julie. She's here, or at least her look-alike is." Yusei spitted out. Crow sighed.

Yusei was doing it again. After Julie's death Yusei went insane. He didn't eat for weeks and drove himself mad thinking of Julie. When Jack went all crazy for blood on everyone Yusei had to suck it up and hide his feelings about Julie and never truly got do deal with it.

"Yusei, not again. She's-"Crow stopped in midsentence as the look-alike walked past next to Carly Carmine. "What the hell?" he gaped at her.

This girl was beautiful, just as Julie was. He could tell it wasn't Julie. This girl's eyes were cat-like and looked more sinister. Julie's were calming and innocent. Julie smelt of lavender, and this girl smelt of roses. She also had short hair, and Julie loved her long red hair. How could that happen? Very few features were different between the two.

Crow remembered the dances that he escorted Julie to and the times they would sit and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. He remembered when Lynette came back into town and Julie broke it off between them. He remembered her rushing into the arms of Yusei and how happy Yusei was. Yusei never knew of his and Julie's relationship, and to protect his best friend he would make sure he never would.

"There's got to be magic that did that. First Carly is the look-alike of Diana, and now this girl is the look-alike of Julie. We need to go check Ellington's town records. They have to have something." Yusei said.

"Those records are sealed in the early 1600's. You know that," Crow looked at him.

"So? We have the power of persuasion." Yusei smirked. Crow got the message and grinned too. The two dispersed and went to their next class. Chemistry.