Disclaimer: sigh well looks like I got hired again for a fan fiction disclaimer!
Anyways, she doesn't own Vancouver Island, the omni-max…Vancouver…the zoo there…Yugioh…or Google…or Atemus' sweet laptop…I went on it and man it was sweet…anyways
She does own Shecka (trademark ha-ha) and any other new characters…JUST READ THE STORY!
One day Atemu was sitting in a computer café, sipping his coffee while looking at some sites on his trusty lab top he had gotten a few weeks prior.
He finally had his own body, a body to call his own, a sole to call his own, and he loved it!
What? You thought he left? Nonsense, Yugi saw him leave, but what really happened when he went through those doors?
Do you know?
Well I will tell you.
Atemu didn't want to leave this time after he had taught Yugi, he liked everything about it.
He liked the stores, the style of everything seemed so futuristic to him, and it was just amazing.
He liked the sight of soft snow on a paved street, (something he had never experienced in his life before the 1st snow of being fused with Yugi) he liked the idea of being an ordinary human, not some pharaoh that people felt that they had to bow to every moment of everyday like in his old time.
He liked blending into the crowd without having to do anything, being ordinary was something new to him and he loved it.
Before when he was in Yugi's body, he merely just took after Yugi (as all Yamis' eventually lost there real look when in another's sole), but since he had his own body, he looked different, very different then his old host.
He had midnight blue hair that had slight red highlights that shone in the daylight broadly, but never really showed in any other light.
He was built strongly and his chest was more pompous than most men his age, even men older and younger then him.
But that was because of the 8 mile runs he took everyday.
His eyes were deep chocolate brown that reflected deeply into his soul and mind, this look was quite dreamy and it would seem that Atemu had six girlfriends and was a player, though that was a wrong guess for you people who look at first impressions instead of talking to the person before making your decision on personality.
He wasn't currently dating anyone, though he had seen multiple girls on dates over the course of the 6 months he had lived alone, well that was with no other body infused with him.
None of the girls he really liked though, they weren't his type.
They all were just obsessing over him, mostly a lot of pretty ones.
Girls that partied, girls that read quietly in a library, and girls that just kissed the ground he walked on.
None of them were worth his time, or effort.
Naturally he wanted a girlfriend, as did every man available for dating, but he had to find the right one.
This, sadly, would take awhile for Atemu.
He was quite picky with personalities in mates, and Atemu was not going to settle for just a pretty face.
Atemu was deep in thought, he was thinking about traveling back to the main land where he knew others.
He was living on Victoria, Vancouver Island currently, it was a nice place and had a lot of culture infused with it, it was very fascinating to see if you have a chance, anyone who lived there would say the same.
It was an hour trip to get to the main land, which Atemu went to often to Vancouver (one of the countries more prosperous cities) go to the omi-max and study on creatures at the zoos, some of which Atemu had never seen because of living on such a dry land that was Egypt.
But this time Atemu was thinking of going back for a different reason then the culture views.
He was thinking of seeing his old friends again, he had not seen them face to face for a while.
Joey: oh that jokester,
Joey always had a good laugh, no matter what situation they were in.
Atemu chuckled softy when he remembered that time when Joey sang a song about kicking can-can when they had beaten a monster.
Tristan: a poet living in a brute's body,
He was surprisingly a poet at heart and could fuse words together like no other one Atemu had seen.
He wasn't just a simpleton who rhyme day and bay, he would put a rhythm into his words, and it almost seemed like a song as he spoke his words slyly through his lips, like he was taming a lion.
Of course when he watched him, Tristan did not recognize him, mostly because of his new look.
But he didn't talk to him, despite all the other changes, Atemu still had the same strong voice.
A voice that had spoke in caution, rage, happiness, and sarcastically through the years of his childhood to his adulthood.
If he talked to anyone he knew they would most likely recognize him in a heartbeat, but he dared not to talk to him when they were in the same club, he wasn't going to blow his cover that quickly.
Tea, a heroic fighter with a big heart.
Atemu thought, he knew Tea had loved him, but he never loved her in that way.
I guess loosing love is better than never loving at all though.
Even Tea wasn't his type, she was a good sprit queen, but she just didn't have enough complexly to her that Atemu could relate too in a moments time, no matter who the person was.
Those thoughts hit Atemu's heart like a dagger had stabbed through a million bodies.
All he wanted was a true love; all he wanted was to find what everyone else had.
And Yugi…need we speak of him?
Yugi, his confidant, his host.
But most importantly, his friend.
Something had always urged him to want to go back to seeing his host; he did not know what though.
He would hate me if I just came back now after six whole months!
Atemu firmly thought to himself.
His old friends, his old life…he couldn't go back to them, he had a new life.
And he did have friends, three new friends.
Atemu didn't even know there real names, they just went by there nicknames, well except for one.
Atemu had considered changing his name to a nickname, but said that thought was foolish and put it aside.
Shecka; the leader of the group, a 17 year old girl. She was the closest to Atemu and most likely the closest thing he had to a relationship, she was kind of like a female version of Yugi, as in they were closer than siblings.
Though they were friends and as always, you can mess with friends at any time and day, no matter what you say they'll forgive you, Atemu always had that thought behind everything he said to her.
She was a young actress with a huge dream.
Her carrier had been jump starting with a guest role on corner gas, the popular show in Victoria and the mainland.
But Shecka had not always been an actress; she was a tough street walker who lived outside.
She still lived on her own; no one dared to ask about her family past, not even her little sister, who knew even little about her past, though Shecka never wanted to tell her the past, either that or she was quite angry at Angel.
Her hair was black with blue highlights that just showed when she was in direct light, but in normal light it looked like a shiny head piece that covered her hair so slightly, as if it was a hallo.
Her eyes were a deep sapphire that shined in the moonlight, while her skin was a light mocha, but still had a Caucasian look to it, but no one knew her real heritage, nor did they care.
She was every girls Hollywood dream girl to be, but she still had to have a stylist to look perfect, like all teenagers she had acne, and her hair messed up a lot when not brushed, but she didn't care because Shecka was being Shecka, and not the fake personality most celebrities her age were being.
I guess that was another reason Atemu liked her, she was just herself and nothing else, no one could change her and no one wanted to, except for the pig headed executives that had tried to control her in her young years, (she had taken up the responsibility of taking her own life in control.) and failed horribly.
Angel; Shecka's little sister, she was 12 years old and most certainly NOT an angel as her name complied with you.
Well, she wasn't perfect, but she wasn't evil, a very normal girl I guess you could call her.
She was the one without the nickname.
She was a drawer, inspired to draw anything she saw, and did, if she had paper on her, which was usual for her.
Angel was a hyper child who begged to play sports and games of all sorts, from basketball to baseball; she was there for the game.
Though academically, she was not the smartest (that could be perhaps because of not exactly being schooled professionally, she was home schooled by Shecka herself), she was passably acceptable of strangers, but Shecka appointed herself as Angel's personal self protector, but still tried to instruct her sister that talking to strangers was very bad, and to not do it, no matter what.
Her eyes were a chocolate brown, while her hair was deep brown with a slight hint of red.
Her skin was like Sheckas' except she had more of a mocha feeling going on then Sheckas' skin (though she was in the sun, so that could be her sunburnt skin just as easily.)
Calamaria; the tough member of the group, more of a tomboy then either of the girls together, she was 15 year old and was a boxer. (And yes she was a girl if you were asking, though her name may scream different to you)
She went by the nickname Calamaria, because it was a name of a dangerous and intelligent snake, as she liked to call herself.
But most of the time people called Cal, as a lot of people could not pronounce her real nickname.
Her full nickname was Calamaria pavimentata, which was the general breed of the snake, and a quite beautiful snake to see up close if you had the chance.
Her nickname was long, but she liked it that way, so no one asked why she had such a strange name.
If they did though, she would simply say that longer was better and leave the topic like that.
She was a nasty street girl that boxed in fights to make a living.
She usually was angry with one thing or another with her odd friends and made rash decisions, though she also over thought things if she didn't make the decision.
She had short black hair and light blue eyes.
Now where were we? Oh yes back to Atemu's decision that we have been waiting for here.
Well perhaps only you were since I do know the result of this action.
Atemu decided to actually type something on his computer. (He had bought it for studying reasons as he was going to study for a degree in but a few months, but he needed money to go to get the degree)
He typed slowly, trying to keep his mind settled and his body controlled.
He typed into the search bar on the Google page:
Yugi Motto.
A/N: Hi! glomps you uhh sorry…well lookie here (btw any misspelled words here are just because its fun to mess around with words Ha-ha); someone's reading my A/N!
Well that's good.
Anyways, I revised this chapter and it's kind of short for this story…but there are shorter…
I hope you like this story, it was originally just for my 4kids friends, but I thought I might let you read this.
This is my first just plain Yugioh long fic.
So be nice - flames will be thrown into the Devils' cage (yeah I know him) so don't even try