AGKamon: Hi people of the world! This is the Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction that won my poll.
Bakura: Only one person voted, you do know that, right?
AGKamon: Whatever. This is the first chapter, but I wanted to put the Prologue that shows a bit of my OC's past. And it doesn't reveal her name, I know that. However, this chapter takes place in her point of view for that exactly reason. And just to save time, I'll say the disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any form of it. The only thing I own is my OC whose name you're not learning until, like, the chapter or two. So, that's it...here it is - Neutral
Bakura: The whole Prologue is in italics, but the OC's thoughts are in italics and bold and anything she emphasizes is in italics and underlining.
Prologue - 5 Years In The Past-
"I'm not crazy!" I exclaimed angrily. My midnight-blue eyes were blazing with rage. My black-haired mother was crying quietly on my tealnette father's shoulder, and three glasses-wearing psychiatrists watched me with bored expressions. I was fuming. These three quacks thought I was crazy; I was only eleven! What right did they have to start ruining my life?
"We never said you were; we stated that you have a few mental conditions that need to treated soon before you cause trouble for everyone you care about," one of them explained before I cut him off.
"Yeah, Yeah, I heard what you said. I'm a pyromaniac, a kleptomaniac, and I have an explosion obsession, but you're just wrong! You just want to give me meds or stick me somewhere so you get paid; that's all people care about in this world! Money! I'm outta here," I ranted, storming out of the office and slamming the door behind me. Then I ran, I simply ran out of the building and into the pouring rain.
How peaceful… Rain always gave me a sense of peace. I suddenly frowned.
If I'm so into fire, why would I like the rain? It would put out any fires I started! Idiots… I chuckled to myself and casually strolled toward home, not caring that my I'd left my parents behind. The rain caused my dark-blue-almost-black hair that was shoulder to be plastered to my head. I didn't care.
"Where do those docs even get the idea that I have all those problems? Why did Mom and Dad even take me there…? Do they think I'm crazy too?" I worried, quickly depressing myself. What if my parents believed them and tried to send me off somewhere? What would I do then? I don't wanna be locked up for the rest of my life! …Or until I turn 18, whichever would be correct. Pinching the bridge of my nose with one hand, I sighed deeply and clenched my other hand into a fist in frustration. Instead of heading home, I turned to go to the park. I needed to think, and the park would be quiet and empty if the deserted streets were any hint.
"I thought karma brought good things to good people. I'm a pretty good person, and I don't think I've done anything to deserve being classified as a nut," I reasoned with myself, sitting down on a damp swing in the abandoned playground. I twirled a strand of dark hair with my finger as I thought.
"What if my parents do believe them? They'll probably just send me off somewhere, thinking I'm too much trouble to deal with." Now, don't get me wrong, my parents loved me a lot. However, they never were very involved in my life, and they already had a bunch of stuff on their minds. The loud tune of music, more specifically the song 'Pyromania' played out from the bag attached to my belt. My cell phone.
"How ironic," I grumbled, pulling out my phone and staring at the text.
Where r u? -Mom
I rolled my eyes and replied that I was at the park. And wanted to be left alone, I'd come back in due time. This happened sometimes, I'd run off and end up in the park. It wasn't because I was unhappy or anything like that, I just wanted to be here in the park. The cherry blossom trees were now void of the pink blossoms that I enjoyed watching float in the wind during spring. But I didn't mind. I simply wanted to think, and my parents knew I'd come home on my own. I always did; this was just a part of being related to me. After about an hour, I realized that sitting here wasn't going to accomplish anything. So I stretched briefly before jogging in the direction my house was in.
At My House-
I entered the house as silently as a cat stalks it prey. That's how I did everything. Faintly, I heard my parents talking in the kitchen, and of course, me being me, I listened.
"I understand where you're coming from, Danny, but she's our daughter!" That was my mother. I could picture the worried, almost panicked expression in her dark-blue eyes.
"Our daughter who has mental conditions that need to be taken care of, and I don't want her to be on medications for the rest of her life. Isabel, I don't want her to be worse off than she already is." And that was my father. I could also picture the unusually calm expression in his equally dark-blue eyes.
This is starting to make sense. So I was right, they do want to send me off somewhere. At least Dad does.
"We can't send her off to some facility. You know how she likes to wander on her own, she'd go even more crazy if she couldn't do that," Mom protested.
Even more crazy? So they do think I'm a loon!
"Her problems are going to cause us and her more problems than that! Pyromania - the urge to set fires, kleptomania - the urge to steal, and an obsession to see or make things explode. With any of those three, she could be caught by the police and stuck in a hospital anyway. I just don't want any of us to go through all that stress…" my father replied, sounding as calm as ever. I narrowed my midnight-blue eyes toward the door. How could he stay so calm during this?
"…Maybe you're right, Daniel…" my mother sighed.
"Now let's go see if she's returned, so we can…break the news," Dad said.
There's no way I'm going to some loony bin! I raced silently up to my room and locked the door tight, barricading it for good measure. Then I took a fairly large backpack and a messenger bag out of my closet. Pausing for a moment, I started to gather all my money, the equipment I used for my hobby (spying on people), and some extra clothes; then I stuffed them into the bags.
"They wanna send me away; I'll send myself away…" I muttered. I grabbed a rain-proof jacket, putting it on as I opened the window. I grabbed my bags, and stepped onto the windowsill.
Good thing my house is one story… I looked back one last time before jumping out the window and sprinting out into the rainy night.
"Good-bye…" I narrated to myself, "to my life as I know it. From now on, I'm a runaway, never returning to my birthplace for reasons only I know. I will not trust another soul, and I will find ways to make money. I will struggle for a while, but I will make it through. I will prove that I'm not completely crazy…" I chuckled, "then again, is there really anyone in this world of ours that is completely sane?"
AGKamon: That's pretty much my personal quote of mine that I think of randomly: 'Is there really anyone in this world of ours that is completely sane?' And I just thought that up one day, she seemed like someone who would say that. Yes, she's a runaway. She'll meet Marik and Bakura in the next chapter, but probably not in the way you think.
Bakura: *sarcastic* Oh fun. *rolls eyes*
AGKamon: Do you dislike me for some reason?
Bakura: I'm always like this. At least those other annoying OC's of yours are in a different building since their in a different fanfiction.
AGKamon: Can you sign out the chapter, Bakura?
Bakura: No.
AGKamon: Fine, I'll do it, but you're awfully lazy. Read and review people! *waves while holding Bakura's arm to force him to wave*
Bakura: *glares* Let go of me before I send you to the Shadow Realm...
AGKamon: *lets go and steps away* Er...right...