-1Disclaimer: I own nothing here except me, my history, and my made up events.

Hey ya'll!! It's me the Domexiqueen!! I'm seriously very very VERY sorry for not updating for so long... I had writers block from my last story the YGOdiagnostic show... I'm still think of numerous ways to make more fake illnesses for the characters. I would truly appreciate it if you can help me withthinking of a funny illness for them. I will seriously give full credit for the idea if I chose to use it. But anyways I'm starting a new story. I seriously hated the first one I made, so I'm making another. Friendly criticism is accepted as long as you don't go overboard andcross the border of helpful advice to being just plain rude. So yeah... I guess that's it...? I think... I don't know... Sorry I'm a ditz sometimes laughs well I guess that it, so on with the show! Anyways the character in this story is me (I'm using my nickname here), and the things mentioned about me is true up to the part where I get hurt and taken to domino city andstuff (sorry for the spoiler . but I wanted to make the point clear with all of you). I see other people do it so I thought 'why not?'

The missing girl

This is a story of one girls struggle for strength and a guy's struggle to find out his past. Well. It all started one Friday afternoon, it was last period, and I just couldn't wait to leave the classroom. Normally I love history, but that day my teacher just gave a boring lecture on how important it was we stayed focus in class. I got bored, so i took out my pencil and twirled it in between my fingers. The teacher didn't seem to notice my twirling, not that I would want her to see it. Just then there was knock on the class room door. I sighed and packed up my stuff.

"May, it's time for you to go" My teacher said, she sounded a bit annoyed "I know you have to take the school bus and all, but could you tell that guy to stop interrupting me in the middle of my class"

"Ok" was all I said as I put on my book bag and went out the classroom, secretly cheering in my head. I followed the man down stairs and hoped on to my bus, where I was taken home.

My name is May; I'm 15 years old and a starting junior in high school. I have medium dark brown hair with fading red highlights (damn I wanted dark blue highlights...--) I'm have a little bigger than normal size body figure(I wasn't going to lie. I love my body -, sometimes... '), I'm part Mexican, Dominican, and Spaniard. Now I bet you're wondering why a junior still is taking a school bus, when she can obviously walk home by herself. Well, that's where you're wrong. I have a leg disability, and sure I may not wear a leg brace, or use crutches, or whatever it is those with leg problems use; but I'm affected just the same. To be honest I hate having to take the bus all the time. Sure I leave class early, but I don't get the same amount of freedom as other students so it bothers me... Anyways, I'm from Brooklyn but I don't have their accent. (Too many speech classes .) I have an older brother and a younger sister. My mom and dad split up three years ago. They never got along so why keep them together. Though it was hard at first for my mom, who was in depression for about 6 months she still stuck it out. She's the hero in my life, someone who I inspire to be in the future. A strong dedicated woman who doesn't need a man to make her strong or feel good about herself. While my dad hooked up with another woman (that hurt so much when I found out...), me and him are still close though (what can I say I'm daddy's little girl sometimes). Anyway back to where we left off. I was on the bus talking to my brother (yes he takes the bus with me, but not for the same reasons), and my friend. When we pulled into a stop at my apartment. I jumped out of the bus and ran to my building I waited for my brother by the elevator. Once he reached up to me we took the elevator up and opened the apartment door. Once it was opened I ran inside and into my room (come on, don't you people lie and tell me you don't do that after a long and boring day of school), and body slammed my bed.

"Thank god I'm home!" I said as I snuggled into my pillow.

Suddenly I heard my door open. I turn to see it was my mom.

"Hey ma!" I said as I gave her a bear hug "why aren't you at work?"

"May, Can you sit down for a minute?"

"Yeah ma..." I said unsure of what to say after that because I panicked. I got scared something happened. "w-what's wrong?"

"May, you know how your birthday is coming in two weeks right?" My mom asked (my birthday is on November 2nd so let's pretend it's October 20th and that that day is Friday even though it says Monday)

"Yep yep! And I can't wait for my party!!" I said joyously.

"That is why I got you an early birthday gift" my mom said with a small smile on her face.

"What is it?! Show me! Pweeze!!" I begged my mom as she laughed a little, taking out a small boxed wrapped with silver wrapping paper.

"The box is so pretty it self, I don't wanna ruin it..." I said before I tear the paper into shreds.

"I thought you said you didn't want to ruin the box" my mom said as she picked up the shreds of paper from the ground.

"I didn't ruin the box... I ruined the wrapping paper" I said with a smile on my face. My mom just playfully glared at me.

"Mira, don't play smart with me missy" My mom joked (translation for Mira 'look' but in the sentence used it means 'look here' for those non Spanish speakers out there)

"Ok, ok" I said focusing my attention back on the box. I opened it and gasped in awe as I slowly tookthe gift out of the box. It was an old necklace sure, but still beautiful none the less. It was a pendant that looked like a black crescent moon with a small black circle inside the curve, withwhite diamond wings crossed in front of them. I looked to my mom andhugged her so hard. When I finally let go of her I noticed her with a small sad smile on her face. "What's wrong ma?" I asked

"Nada..." she said as her hand went to my cheek. She looked like she was struggling to say something..., something important. (Nada: nothing) "I'm going shopping now with Jessy (my sister's nickname) quieres algo?"(Sorry they didn't have an upside down question mark on my keyboard ., anyhow Quieres algo?: want something?)

"Nope, I'm good" I said as I lay back on my bed.

"Ok then... adios" She said as she kissed my cheek. (Adios: bye)

"Bye bye" I said as she left my room. I put on my new gift and called up my friends. Little did I know that, that necklace is going to change everything I know...

The next day, in the afternoon:

I'm with my sister at my psychiatrist appointment (I am not crazy, for those who think people who go to a psychiatrist have serious problems. I just have schizoaffective disorder which is not deadly or really that serious.) For my weekly check up. I was done for the day andleft the hospital with my sister. We stopped walking a five blocks away from my aunt's house, when we noticed that something didn't feel right. I took my necklace andplaced it inside my shirt so nobody would see it. I looked around andnoticed that nobody was around.

"Jessy..." I said with a nervous tone.

"Yeah, Sparky?" she answered back calling me by my nickname.

"Something's wrong..." I whispered to her. She looked around and noticed the same thing I did.

"Let's just keep walking before some stranger comes to us" she said as we walked on.

"Ok..." I said still uncomfortable.

We walked on, putting our guards up. I heard something behind us, so I turned to see two men behind us. Though they may have been far away from us, I still didn't trust them. I grabbed my sister's hand and whispered in her ear. "There are men behind us"

"Just don't stare back at them" she whispered back to me. "Walk a little faster, ok?"

"Ok..." I said but i thought 'Oh great... I'm gonna be left behind again...'

We quickened our pace a bit and took a turn. I turned back again and noticed the men were still behind us, but this time they got faster. I thought to myself 'Oh D! They're following us'. My sister must've noticed this because she whispered. "Run!" to me. I did as she said and ran beside her. Unfortunately the men were faster. I saw two trash cans close by. I turned to my sister and told her my idea. She smirked and both of us took a can and threw it in front of them. They tripped and fell flat on their faces. We took the opportunity to run away and lose them before they caught up. Suddenly I heard a stranger sound, it was small but I just had to look. I turn to see one of the men pulled out a gun. I gasped as i saw who he was aiming for. My sister...

I got scared and didn't know what to do, so I decided to do something that was best for her. I quickly got right behind my sister as four quick bullet shots hit me. My sister turned to me. I saw tears welding up in her eyes. I noticed her trying to come near me.

"Don't come close!! Just run!!" I yelled as I saw the men behind me trying to get up. "Now!"

My sister was standing there for a moment, but then scurried off. Before I knew it she was gone before my eyes. One of the men chased after her while the other stood in front of me. Staring down, with a triumph look on his face.

"Well, well, well still alive aren't we?" He laughed as he pulled out knife. "We can't have that now can we queenie?"

I was token back when he said that. 'What did he mean queenie?' I couldn't move. I took the gashes straight on. Suddenly I heard a loud bang and a scream following it. My eyes widen as I recognized my sisters voice. I wanted to go to her so bad but I felt myself slipping. Soon my eyes closed and all I could hear was the man's laughter. I silently cried to myself.

I heard the man's laughter turning into a blood curdling scream. A thud was heard after. I was curious as to what happened, but was still paralyzed on the ground. I heard a soft voice whispering to me. From there I passed out.

A couple of hours later...

I awoke to find myself in a small strange room. The walls were pearl white; the bed I was on was a light blue color and had lavender pillows. I looked at myself for awhile and noticed that I was covered in bandages, and that I wasn't in the clothes I was in earlier.

"I see you've awoken" a soft voice said. I turned to see who it was.

The man looked 17 or 18; He had golden blond hair, and crystal blue eyes. I just glared at him for awhile. I didn't trust him.

"Is that the thanks I get for saving yours' and your sister's life?" he said almost jokingly. My eyes widen as I remembered the last few events that happened to me before I blacked out.

"W-where i-is she?" I asked all too quietly, but it seemed like he heard as he answered my question.

"She's safe and back home right now..." he said giving me a small smile. "I'm afraid you won't be returning home though..."

"Why not?!" I asked surprised.

"...it's too risky... We cannot leave you alone" He said looking down this time "they may try to harm your family again."

"...W-why...?" I cried silently again "What do they want from us...?"

"...didn't your mother explain...?" he asked as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Explain what?" I asked trying hard not to cry, remembering my mom's strange behavior the other day. I pulled out the necklace I had around my neck and showed it to the man next to me. "Does this have anything to do with what happened?"

"...yes..." was all he could say. "Sadly... I can not tell you much now... But be sure that you have a long way to go... Considering their main target is you and the pharaoh..."

I stared at him as if he was crazy or something.

"You're kidding me, right?" I said doubting everything he said. "How could I be their main target?! I don't have the strength to fight! Are you sure you don't have the wrong person?! I mean my sister is strong, why not take her?! And what do you mean by pharaoh?! They haven't existed in so long!"

"I'm very sure your sister is not the target... She may be physically strong in your family, but she is not the one in line for the throne-"

"Hold up! I'm in line for a throne?!" I asked too shocked at what is said.

"Yes... But you have a long way to go before then..." he said "as for the pharaoh; he has been a target of many for his puzzle. I will explain the rest to you tomorrow but for now we must get you somewhere safe."

"...I-I'm leaving...?" I asked as I felt tears escaping my eyes again.

"It is better if they do not know where you are..." he said "I am taking you to domino city. You will be changing schools, identity, and homes."

"I don't wanna leave... What about my friends and family? What will happen to them if I go?" I asked holding back sobs.

"...what will happen to them if you stay...?" he asked silently wiping the tear off my cheek. "You will have to train before we reach Domino. It will be a bit difficult for you I know... But after you turn 16 believe me... You will not suffer anymore. I have already packed a few things for you, but only a few we will have to buy several things for you later."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. It was like a dream I couldn't wake up from. I was waiting to be woken up by my alarm clock. To run to my living room to hug my family. To embrace in their warmth once again. No... None of it was a dream, I felt cold, hurt, and lost.

"...if training is what I have to do in order to see my family again..." I said almost whispering it. "Then training is what I will do!"

I saw him smile. He seemed excited by my new found determination.

"Good to see that you'll be putting a lot of effort in to this." He said "but for now, rest May, tomorrow will be the start of you training."

He got up and started to leave out the door.

"Wait!" I said

He turned "yes?"

"You know my name." I stated "it's only fair if I know yours."

He laughed a bit. "Xavier, my name is Xavier" he answered as he left the room. Silently closing the door on his way out.

"Ok then..." I said a bit satisfied that I at least gotten his name.

I still felt so sad. Leaving my family... My friends... Just to do something I don't think I'd be able to accomplish... I looked at my pendent as I let the tears flow down my face like rivers. Hiding my face onto my knees. Hopefully things will get better from here on in as I hide myself from certain eyes...

Schizo-affective disorder- a rare disorder in which a patient is classified as someone with symptoms similar to those of Schizophrenia andthose of a bipolar disorder, but is not catorgorized into either one. (and no i am not all out of control moddy or really, really paraniod. I'm pretty stable for someone of that disorder)