~Prologue~
Yami ran as fast as he could. He had to get away before he was caught. He had known danger was approaching but was surprised at where it had come from.
'Now master is dead.'
That thought stopped him for a moment. The master was gone and 'that man' was the cause of it. Rage boiled in his blood as he thought back, the scene replaying, as he started to run again.
(start flashback)
Coming back from the market that day, Yami sensed something was wrong. He quietly put the recently bought materials down, and crept into the tower. As he neared the living room, he heard laughing. His blood froze at the sound.
'I know that voice. That's impossible though. He shouldn't be here now!'
Panicking, he raced to the doorway of the room where the sound was coming from and flung it open. It was a nightmare. Yami stared in shock, as he took in the blood. There was a body on the floor with a knife through the heart and a pool of blood surrounding the body. It was his master!
"No!" he…master Akunankanon couldn't be dead!
That's when he saw him. Standing next to the body was the master's only other disciple, Marik. They were about the same age and had learned from the master as his apprentices. Now, as Yami looked, he knew it was Marik who had done this. There was blood on his robes and he had a wide, manic smile on his face as he looked to Yami. Yami tensed, and then ran out of the room and tower, never looking back once.
(end flashback)
He knew he had to live so he could warn the other sorcerers of Marik's heinous crime, and his master's death. More than that though, he wished to avenge his master. First though, he had to get away and find a place to hide from Marik. He decided to leave the country and go the other dimension where people no longer even knew of the existence of magic. He would hide in a country he had visited before, a place called Japan.