Replayshipping has been on my shippings-to-do list for a while now :D Some people think it was just puppy love, but I really do think Rebecca was serious about her crush on Yugi~! I just hope I do this pairing justice C;


"You don't need to be nervous," Rebecca assured the boy, trying to hide her internal frustration; she had better things to be doing than this. "Just tell the nice man what you told me."

The little boy looked to be no older than six or seven. One of his hands was curled around Rebecca's, and the other was reaching up to grab the rim of the desk in the front of the police station. The policeman had to stand up and look over his desk in order to see the tiny child.

The boy looked at Rebecca for reassurance, and she nodded. "Go on. He won't be angry with you." She cast a look at the policeman, shooting him her best, he'd better not, look.

The boy looked at the policeman. "Well...I was on a train...because I wanted to prove to my Mummy that I can catch the train by myself. But I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I didn't know where the train was, so I just stayed on the train until the train man came along and told me to get off at the last stop." He burst into tears. "I didn't know where I was, and then the nice girl found me and I told all this to her, and she took me here." He squeezed Rebecca's hand. "I want to go home and see my Mummy; I miss her," he sobbed.

Her heart going out in sympathy, Rebecca squeezed his hand back. As silly as he had been, it must have been terrifying for him when he realised he was lost. "I hoped you could help us find her," she said. "He says he doesn't know her phone number."

The policeman looked at the boy. "Can you tell me your name?"

The boy nodded. "Daiki Ito."

"And what's your mother's name?"

"Shiori Ito."

The policeman sat down again and typed a few keys into his computer. "You don't need to worry; it shouldn't be a problem. I've just brought up her phone number."

Daiki let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you."

Rebecca gave his hand another squeeze, glad that she had been able to help.

The policeman picked up the phone on his desk and dialled a number from his screen. "Hello, yes, this is the police station. I've got your son here...yes, you can come and pick him up in half an hours...of course you can." He held out the phone to Daiki, who grabbed it with both hands. "She wants to talk to you."

"Mummy!" Daiki exclaimed into the phone. "I'm fine; there was a nice girl who found me and took me to the police station..."

Rebecca looked at the policeman. "Did you need my name?"

"I'm afraid so, Miss; for our records."

"Rebecca Hawkins. I'm almost thirteen, and my grandfather is Professor Arthur Hawkins, an archaeologist from America. We're here on holiday."

The man was entering this into his computer when Daiki handed the phone back. "She says she wants to pick me up here and that she'll be about half an hour."

"Did she now? Very well then, Daiki; I'm sure she'll be very happy to see you."

Rebecca tried to pry her hand from the little boy's as soon as he took hold of it again. "I guess I'll be saying goodbye now, kiddo."

Daiki seized her around the waist. "No! Don't go; I want you to meet my Mummy!"

Rebecca laughed shakily, not liking where this was going. "I- ah...I'm sure she won't mind missing me. I really have to be going."

Daiki refused to let go. "Plea-ease?" he whined. "Don't leave me here." He looked at the policeman behind the desk for a moment and whispered very loudly, "That man is scary."

Rebecca sighed and conceded defeat. "Okay, fine; but if she's not here in half an hour, I'm going to leave."

Daiki whooped. "Yay! Thank you! You're really nice." He grabbed her by the hand and towed her out into the waiting room. He sat down next to her. "Can you please tell me a story?"

It took an immense amount of self-control on Rebecca's part not to just up and leave him there. He was getting really annoying. Couldn't he at least be quiet? "I don't think I know any good stories."

"Could you make one up?" he pleaded.

Rebecca sighed. "I don't think I could make up any stories that a boy would like."

He fidgeted. "I have three sisters; I'm used to hearing girly stories. Don't you know any fairy tales?"

"Any fairy tales?" Rebecca frowned. "Well, I could make one up if you really wanted me to..."

"I really do! Please!"

"Okay, fine! Just let me think for a minute here."

Rebecca tried to drown out his voice. Make up her own fairy tale? How did someone do that on the spot?

She brushed her thick blonde hair out of her eyes, thinking it over. If she didn't come up with something, she would have to listen to Daiki's pestering for another half hour. At least this way, she would take the stage.

The idea came to her head a second later, and out of nowhere, Rebecca felt a tear well up in her eye. It would make a very sad fairy tale...but she wouldn't be able to get to the end in half an hour, surely. Little Daiki would never have to know it's sad ending. It would do just fine...for now.

Rebecca took a deep breath, praying she didn't start crying in the middle of her story. Here I go...

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far, away, there was a beautiful young princess named Rebecca."

"Rebecca? Like you?"

Rebecca flinched. Why hadn't she at least changed her heroine's name? "That was purely coincidental." She cleared her throat and went on. "Princess Rebecca was the most beautiful girl in her entire kingdom, and the granddaughter of the mighty...King Arthur, who had ruled over the land for many, many years.

"But she wasn't just beautiful; Rebecca was very talented as well. She was fluent in the language of her own country, and also her country's neighbouring rival country."

"What were the countries called?" Daiki asked.

Rebecca paused. She hadn't thought of that. "They were called...Hawkland...and Mutopia. Rebecca was from Hawkland."

"Oh, I see."

"A- anyway. Princess Rebecca was fluent in both Hawklandish and Mutopian. She was also a great duellist...um, fighter...as well as being the princess. By the time she was eight years old, she had become known as the greatest fighter in her entire country."

"Wow! I bet she was really tough!"

Rebecca smiled to herself. "She liked to think so." Rebecca continued the story, getting more into the mode. "Princess Rebecca thought her entire life was perfect, and everyone in Hawkland thought so too. What wasn't there to be perfect? She was the best fighter, she was the princess, and everybody loved her because she was so smart."

Rebecca sighed. "But then, one day, Princess Rebecca's grandpa, King Arthur, told Princess Rebecca sbout something that had happened in their kingdom several years beforehand, and her true nature came out."

Daiki's eyes widened. "You mean, Princess Rebecca was secretly evil?" he breathed.

Rebecca laughed. "Oh no, nothing like that. It's just that, for all her power, brains and beauty, Princess Rebecca was still just an eight year old girl..."


Rebecca stared at her grandfather in disbelief. "And you never even told me about this until now?"

Arthur touched her shoulders gently. "Don't be so concerned, my darling; it's only a small portion of the kingdom."

"But how long has it been missing?" Rebecca practically wailed. "It's Mutopia, grandpa! You can't just let them take Hawkland's most fertile piece of land and get away with it? We need that land! There are only four areas of land as fertile as that that we know of. Ever! We can't just let the one we own belong to them. Our subjects need that land in order to feed themselves!"

"Hush, sweetie; it isn't like that. The land is fertile, yes, but there's far much more land in our kingdom than it needs to support the population. We don't need it."

Rebecca was practically tearing out her long blonde hair. "Of course we do! They stole it from us, grandpa! Why can't you see that?"

Arthur sighed. "Of course they didn't steal it from us, Rebecca..."

Rebecca wasn't listening. "I don't care what you say about keeping the peace, grandpa! This is just too much; King Solomon has gone too far this time." She was already making for the door.

"Where are you going, Rebecca?"

"To find King Solomon and challenge him to a duel! I'm going to win back our land, grandpa! I'll show them who can get the better of our kingdom!"

"You need to stay here, Rebecca! Don't be so irresponsible!"

Rebecca turned around to face him. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so irresponsible when you let the Mutopians steal our best land!"

And on that mark, she was gone.

Rebecca was fuming. She couldn't believe her grandfather had simply let King Solomon of Mutopia steal their land without so much as a fight! It was inconceivable! And she had had so much respect for her grandpa.

Well, whatever he had done wrong, it was about to be set right. The Mutopians were about to find out just how formidable an opponent Princess Rebecca of Hawkland could be.


:D Thanks so much for reading :3 I will update soon~!

Just so you know; this is NOT going to be a simple re-telling of the Yu-Gi-Oh! plot as a fairy-tale :) I will change it quite a bit later on~! Anyway, thanks again for reading C; please leave a review so I know what you think and if I should continue :D