A/N: Hello, fellow authors and or fellow fanfiction enthusiasts. Let me begin by saying that each of these chapters are set in different times, some will even be linked together as a continuing story, so there will be advance notice of whether or not it is set during canon, post-series, pre-series, or even AUs.

If you or someone you know have any requests, do not hesitate to shoot a PM to me. However, I must set a little ground rule: I do not write yaoi, yuri, incest, or any combination of the three, so please refrain from requesting for any material regarding any of the previously mentioned.

That being said, I will now begin the first chapter. This is set pre-canon. Enjoy and please do review, but also refrain from flaming, please and thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal or any of the characters, Shin Yoshida does.

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Christopher Arclight was sitting at the desk in his room, looking over some calculations his father had tasked him with earlier that morning before he left for work. Chris was soon going to start going with him, which was why he was working on these calculations today. His father, Byron Arclight, and the man his father worked with, a man known as Dr. Faker, had been working on a project concerning these calculations for as long as Chris had met his father's research partner.

Soon, he would begin searching for whatever it was they were looking for. His only regret was that he would have to leave his little brothers. Thomas and Michael were now eleven and nine respectively, but even still they would not take to their older brother's absence too lightly. They both looked up to Chris, almost as much as they looked up to their father.

"Ow! Chris!" he heard Michael yelp.

"Oh, stop being such a baby!" Thomas snorted.

Michael yelped again.

A second later, Chris's bedroom door flew open and in raced two little boys. The smallest of the two, a nine-year-old who was so tiny that he could have been mistaken for a six-year-old, dove onto Chris's bed.

"Chris, help!" he squealed, trying to shield himself with a pillow.

"Ooh, a pillow," Thomas rolled his eyes, "That's really going to protect you."

"Thomas," Chris's voice sounded stern as he looked up from his work. "What are you doing?"

"He's pinching me!" Michael piped up.

"He was asking me, smarty," Thomas picked up another pillow and hit Michael in the head, knocking the pinknette against the wall.

"Thomas," Chris's tone grew sterner as did his gaze. "Stop it."

"I was just playing," Thomas pouted, folding his arms over the pillow.

"Then explain why your idea of playing involves pinching Michael," Chris was used to his brother's antics by now. Thomas was by far the most mischievous of the three. Their father often said that he would one day grow out of it, but Chris had his doubts about that. Thomas was eleven and nearly a teenager; if he hadn't grown out of it by this point, there wasn't much of a chance of that happening now.

"It's St. Patrick's Day," Thomas shrugged. "And Michael wasn't wearing anything green."

"So, because he wasn't wearing green, you decided to pinch him?" Chris didn't even know why he bothered asking when he already knew the answer.

"Yes!" Thomas said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Everyone knows if you don't wear green on St. Patrick's Day, you get pinched."

Chris grinned slightly.

"In that case," the eldest Arclight brother's voice trailed off.

That's when it dawned on Thomas that he wasn't wearing green either.

"Oh no, you don't!" the middle brother whooped, jumping off the bed and running from the room. "You're not gonna get me!"

Chris nodded to Michael, who giggled, and the two brothers raced after Thomas.

Chris knew he would need to get back to work, but just a short time playing with his brothers wouldn't hurt. Of course, that wasn't to say Thomas would enjoy being pinched...

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So, how was it? Let me know. And happy St. Patrick's Day.

The next chapter will be out on Saturday, April 4th.