This was a YGO fic that got deleted because of my lack of discipline. Remade it, and I hope it's better now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, only Lesta and a few other characters.
Prologue:
The sun, at this place, cast a rather soft ray of sunshine, compared to the desert or the city. He saw her there, sitting beneath the shadows of a tropical tree, her head on her crossed arms that were above her knees. Her strange yet beautiful eyes that were of color black, an unusual eye color, stared solemnly at the big body of water in front of them both. A silent breeze rustled the trees and bushes and rippled the water. It even played with his friend's long black hair, swaying it and reminding him of the soft, silk cover he usually wrapped himself with on his bed when he didn't want to go out of his chambers. Once again, she reminded him of good memories.
He was overjoyed to see her there; the oasis provided him a peaceful place away from all the problems and teachings he underwent daily at the Court; but, seeing her was more than enough to ease away his exhaustion, erasing it completely.
The oasis was paradise. But with her in it, it was heaven. He wanted to just stand there, savoring the view that was in front of him.
The Prince opened his eyes to reveal a sight only familiar to the one he just recalled. He was in the same place as the last time he came here. In the same place as she was before was the girl he spent so much time watching. The same wind blew, the same trees and bushes rustled, and there it was…the same big body of water called lake. Nothing in the oasis had changed, but the two of them did.
"You're here…" the girl muttered and stood up to face him. She wasn't wearing the same dirty-white dress she wore before, the last time they met here, but was now wearing a cloak, and within, the Prince knew, was the clothes of a thief. She wasn't holding the necklace she gave him last time they met here, but in each hand was a dagger. She was no more wearing a look of joy, but was rather wearing a look of loathing.
The Prince clenched his teeth. "I have no intention to fight you, Lesta."
"I do." That answer would have sounded much more welcoming and pleasant if she said it at another place…
There was a silent pause as the Prince, for what he swore was the last time he'd go to this place, drank in every sight he saw, every sound he heard, and every sensation he felt. And, with a voice that he was afraid was cracking, he muttered, "If you wish…"
Unknowingly, as the fight started, two hearts, both that had been clean to start with, and now stained by their own experiences, thought of the same thing…
How did it come to this…?