Author's notes: This suck. Yea, as the title say, and the sentence before this one, this story suck. Like hell, it sucks. Please don't flame. I'm new… Not particular, but this is my first writing, so… Don't flame, well, that came out wrong. You can flame all you like, but take notes: I don't care. I write this merely because I was bored. So… Enjoy?

Warning: There will be some, very little and few, though, violence, so… er… Read on! I do not own Vocaloid or Yu-Gi-Oh! Cause guess what happen if it belongs to me? Yay! Definitely not 4kids. And yes, my grammar suck, but at least I've tried?I didn't make this as characters' personalities. This is all about the color.

Somewhere, there was a tiny dream. Such a tiny dream it was,

No one knew who had dreamt it. The tiny dream began to think.

'I don't want to disappear this way.

How can I make people dream of me?'

The tiny dream thought and thought, and then came up with an idea.

'I'll make humans get lost in me, and let them create the world'.

- Aibou! I told you I was getting your groceries!

A young man childishly whined onto the phone. His extremely extravagant hair features multiple layers including long blond crooked, pointy locks for his fringe; the rest features a set of seven large spikes and two smaller spikes colored black with a magenta sheen along the edges, and of course, it was anti-gravity. His brilliant blood-red eyes vibrant like rubies, sharp and very much matured. The man's name was Yami. Over the phone were his aibou-partner. He look almost identical to Yami, save that he was far cry from a young adult, and some of his bangs fell down to his pale, soft skin, over the picturesque violet eyes of his that lighted up sparks of amethysts.

- Sureeeeee.

Over the line, the normally sweet and gentle voice dripped with sarcasm.

- Yugi! You've gotta trust me… Ok, I'll admit I got lost.

A sigh from the other end, and since Yami knew him too well, Yugi was probably trying to chill his head.

- Got it, but next time, I think I'll go, or let Anzu or Shizuka to go with you. I seriously don't want you to get lost in the middle of nowhere.

Yami smirked. He had simply won.

- See you at home aibou. Also, I put the bags in the front door.

He said, tempting with the shadow magic he owned.

- Okay, but remembered to return for supper.

- Sure, love you.

- Yea, me...

Suddenly, the connection got lost, and all Yami could hear was the very much annoying sound of blurred connection.

- Okay, so what the bloody hell happened?

He mumbled to himself. Realization hit him hard like a hammer as he found out that the mind link between him and his lover was lost.

- Yugi?! Yugi?! Can you hear me?

He mentally gave signals and cursed himself for being careless, as no signs were returned. Yami then takes a look around him, searching for a sign of hope, but nothing came out as his result.

- I swear to Ra I was just walking in Domino, and why did I ended up in this… Forest?

The red-eyes boy glanced around him in vain, founding nothing but a forest full of pine trees. Trees and trees, they stacked up, high and proud, tall and firm. An elegant white road led to the middle of the ridiculously high pine trees ocean was under his shoes.

- That path…

Yami shrugged off the terrible feeling he had been having ever since appearing in this place, and follow the white-as-snow road.

- Ah!

He exclaimed as his feet decided to disobey his will and fell down to the rough path. As he gazes behind his back, a sword caught the eyes of our King of Games. The handsome sword was far more fine than anything Yami has seen (Save for Yugi of course.) Carved on the golden hand was fair, ebony bronze letters that read off Alice of the Spade was beautifully decorated by gracious pieces and pieces of rubies in the shape of Jack the Spade. The swell, keen, deadly sharp end was as pure as pearl and as hallucinating as the shadows. It was simply a lovely sight to behold. Bad omen feelings bubbling in his head, boiled his inside and ruined whatever was left of his virtue, leaving only the desire to take the handsome object. This was simply a game between Yami and his desire. Unfortunately, the triumph belonged to his needs. Yami's crimson eyes flashed a deadly ray, all his matured yet kind characteristic evaporated into thin air. The hand that was clutching the sword tightly then changed. Blood gushed out of the back of the palm, leaving a mark of Spade in black as the token of the very first Alice. On Yami's lips, a creepy smile found its way on his face, as he was engulfed by darkness.

- Excuse me?

A kind, gentle voice got into Yami's hearing. Turning his head, he found an adorable girl. She has a cute, pale face with a lovely smile. Her chestnut eyes glisten with innocence and sweet. Her flaming red hair reached her perfect waist. She resembled what of Shizuka so much. Yami's eyes began to fade into its original state, a bright, kind red color. Behind, a little kid smirked a devious face, as he mouthed "do it, Alice of The Spade", or you shall die. Looking down at his palm, Yami could see it was beginning to pierce. "I don't want to die!" He thought, and as per respond, his eyes faded into dark crimson with the Jack the Spade crest carved deep. Yami did not care whether she was Jounouchi's sister or not, for he was engulfed in wrath:

- I'm Serenity Wheeler, but you can call me Serenity. Ano… I'm a little lost. Can you help me?

A ray of hope accesses her sparkling eyes. It was, however, futile. Yami's gushing red eyes shined, as he gave off a laugh and slashed her inside open, killing Serenity with her eyes wide with surprise. She whisper her final words, choked with blood in her mouth: "Why…" Yami quietly but grimly lifted the sword up, and with a final wave, Serenity Wheeler was no more. The once nicely dressed clothes he has been no more. A complete red suit adores his body and favored his sword. That day, Yami was gone, and an insane monster was labored.

Days passed by, the white path was now painted with blood red. No survivor was heard when they went through that road. It was now forbidden, as off no matter how many armies arrived and knights on missions, nobody was heard off since walking in that haunting path. Some said it was a fearsome knight that revived, some said it was a resurrected monster, however, no one live long enough to have told the whole story. Until one fateful day…

- Alice of The Jade has done his job wonderfully. Simply splendid. Let's let him enjoy his little world. We shall seal his fate inside the Crimson Path…

A rabbit-boy, small and young, broke out a fit of giggles. Beautiful pasty white skin and his vapid soulless night black eyes wander in an infinity dream, dark and without sanity. His milky white hair was smooth and silky, and on top of his head were a pair of rabbit's ears, soft threads connected in harmony. Favored his body was a white and black robe with very few laces and a hoodie. His black and white shoes formed sounds when he strolled down the red path, mouth continuously humming the very same melody:

- The first Alice bravely entered Wonderland, sword in hand.
Cutting down countless creatures, he left a bright red path in his wake.

Upon walking down the path, the little boy came face-to-face with the rumored living hell, Yami himself. Saying nothing, following his instinct, Yami raised his crimson sword, smirking endlessly, muttering:

- Another one.

The boy then pointed one of his fragile finger at Yami, smiling innocently:

- Alice of the Jade, you've done your role nicely. Now…

Yami's eyes went wide, as he stared at the metal bars that crashed down. He knew he was trapped. Reaching out the outside, he was like a fallen bird. The boy merely smirked, as he hum the familiar melody:

- That Alice is in the forest,
Locked away like a criminal.
Aside from the path he made in the forest, there is no sign that he existed.

With the final round of laughter, the kid disappeared into nothingness.

- Oh yeah!

He beamed:

- No supper.