My first 5Ds fic. Yes, my original YGO fans, I will be there soon, I will update, Yami will get his university intro, all that jazz. Just give me faith and PMs bugging me to work on them. Even if they're insulting.

Haru stared at the little dragon toy. It was the Red Eyes Black Dragon. With luck, it wouldn't be cursed with the luck of most of Yusei's stuffed toys. He just tore them apart. His record was a day within receiving.

"I wonder why. What's so different about the dragon ones that he spares them death by baby grip and gums?" she asked herself.

The sky was turning dark. Time to head back.

"Funny. They didn't predict rain." She stared at the dark clouds beginning to amass. "Eh. Well, they're not a hundred precent accurate."

Her phone went off. She pressed a button.

"Haru?" It was her brother's wife, Aika.

"What? You gonna be home late?"

She could see her face on the screen. Aika glanced back, panicked. "No. I'm never coming back. Haru, where are you?"

"Thirty-first and kame. Why? Why aren't you coming? What's going on? Aika?" She pressed a button. It would record everything. This might be important, if only for evidence her sister-in-law was insane.

"Too close. Haru, run! Something... It's gonna destroy everything!"

"What?" She looked back towards the tall building where they were working. It loomed, even from here. Haru was shocked to realize she was running from it, pushing through the crowd. But Yusei was back there! That little infant...

"Just go! Yusei...Yusei will be fine... He took him to the capsule. Haru. Promise you'll find Yusei after."

"After what? Dammit, stop speaking riddles!"

"You'll see. Where are you now?"

"Thirty-first, Battle City district."

"You might be ok now. You-" She looked back. There was someone in the background. "Don't bother, fool! We're all going to die! Your bullet will be wasted!"

Bullet? What? She stopped.

Someone had heard her phone.

"They're showing me their new act." she told their scared face.

Then she ran faster.

Behind her, someone screams. She looked back, tripped, and watched from the ground as a blast of light rips through the building her family was in.

"SORA!" She screams, a painful sound that joins the crowds'. Then, while they stand there, grab the toy she dropped, and continued running. Why'd she do that? It was just a toy.

But she sprinted down the sidewalk anyway. She felt the ground shake and more screams fading, and was joined by more runners following instinct.

Haru was by no means a really athletic girl. She preferred anything-even math- to exercise. But she was sure she ran at least three miles that day out of fear before slowing.

She was in a rich neighborhood. A park. More people were already gathered, a confused, upset mob. Most had been far enough they didn't know what had happened, but they'd felt the earthquake.

One person had come from closer to the disaster. He looked at her.

"It flooded. It detached, part of the edge flooded, and people drowned." He looked in shock.

Haru shook. Now she noticed the call dropped beep in her hand.

"No. Come back. Aika. Aika. Aika!" She was screaming at her phone. But all there was the message prompting her to recall.

"Ai..ka..." She dropped to her knees. "Pick up. Say it's a lie. Say you're there..."

She canceled, calling her parents. They might like to know.

"Haru! Sora won't pick up! Or Aika! They won't pick up!" Her mother kept repeating it, over and over. Haru stared at the dragon toy. Somewhere in that light, her nephew had died, a month old infant. She threw the toy. It landed under a tree.

"I'll... Take... It... Haru. Where are you?"

"I-I'm... In a park... It's... I don't know...I think it's a statue park. The one with... The blue eyes statue..."

Her phone hung up.

"Monthly call limit reached. Please note that you will be charged extra for any continued calls or texts," the robotic voice told her.

She stared at the screen. If her parents wanted to continue talking, they would call. Should she call? They must be crying. Their children were dead.

They would come pick her up, when they were ready.

Hours later, a security woman, one of many guiding people home, found her still on the ground.

"Want me to take you home?"

"It isn't home. I live in another city."

"Where are your parents?"

"They're at... My brother's..." She choked up. It wasn't her brother's apartment anymore.

"Come on." The woman pulls her upright, and begins to walk to a motorcycle. On a whim, Haru grabs the red eyes toy. The soft fabric is a comfort.

"Where's your brother?"

"Dead."

"Ohhh..." The woman hugs her. "It'll be ok, girl. It will..."

They drove to the tall building. It was dark in so windows, places where no one would return to ever again.

Inside, her parents were sitting on the couch, staring out the window. They barely noticed as she sat with them. What were they looking for?

It struck her as she heard the TV. It was listing the names of missing, and names of dead. They were waiting for their son.

"He's not coming," she told them.

As she spoke, they said his name.

"Fudo Sora-missing, presumed dead. His wife, Fudo Aika, also presumed dead. Their infant son, Fudo Yusei. Status undecided." The man spoke in a dead tone. There were dried tear trails on his cheeks. He'd been doing this for hours. Just reading names and whether to look for them returning.

"I'm going to bed." She walked down the short hall, passing the nursery. The door was open. Inside, it was brightly painted, blue with clouds. She'd helped do it.

Shelves had toys and books and supplies. The crib had a mobile hung over it. The mobile had five dragons, flying nowhere.

"See, this one is Stardust Dragon, this is Black Rose Dragon, Ancient Fairy Dragon..." Her brother named each one to a giggling Yusei. He probably didn't understand a single sound he made, but the sight of the dragons spinning as they were pushed must've amused him.

"Well, bedtime, my child." He picked up Yusei, rocking him gently till his eyes closed.

"He snores loud, for a little baby."

"Really? You think you're quieter?"

"Girls don't snore!"

"That's what you think."

That had been last night.

She slumped onto the carpet. It was green and soft and thick. She buried her fingers in it.

Someone walked in.

"They asked you to watch Yusei." It was her mother. Haru opened her eyes, turning. How did she know?

"You should've! That little infant was my grandson! He was worth more than you, than anything you considered worth more than babysitting him!" She seized a handful of hair. "You stupid-little-bitch!" She gave her a slap for each word, driving them home. "Why couldn't you-the useless one-die? He did something with his life! You just take up space and money!"

Another slap. Then she let go, Haru dropped to the carpet.

"What's this?" She picked up the red eyes stuffed toy.

"It's one of Yusei's toys," Haru whispered.

"Why is it on the floor?"

Haru glanced at the other items on the carpet.

"I don't know. I don't-"

"You were going to steal it!"

Another slap. The toy was tossed aside, and her mother left.

Haru lay on the carpet. Both her cheeks stung, especially along a certain strip. Eventually, she stood, crying, and stumbled to a round mirror on the wall.

She was bleeding where he mother's wedding ring had scratched her.

"She's only upset. Mama's never hit me. I'll wake up, and she'll apologize. Or it'll be a dream. Please let this be a dream. I'll wake up. I'll wake up. I'll wake up..."

But she didn't.

"Only grandparents are supposed to die when you're thirteen."

"So you want them to die too?"

Her mother was back in the doorway. Haru tried to back up, but she was against a wall.

"No! Mama! I didn't mean that! I-" Another slap made her head ring and spin.

"You cursed them, didn't you? You cursed them so they would die! You didn't want them around!" Mama's lips curled up into a cruel smile. "You just want attention, so you became a witch. Well you'll see. It won't work." She turned to leave.

"I-"

"Oh, I'll feed and house you. I'm not cruel. But that's all the attention you'll get." Mama giggled, exiting.

This wasn't a dream. Even in the deepest depths of her nightmares, mama had never been cruel.

This was reality. Mama was crazy.

She crouched for a while, wiping away blood and tears so they wouldn't stain the carpet.

Maybe if she found Yusei! Surely they were rescuing people! She could find him, and mama would apologize!

She stood.

In the mirror was another girl. One with pale cheeks made paler by the blood dripping from three slashes on her cheeks, one with short black hair messed up, soaked with blood and tears and stuck to face, one with fear firmly implanted in green eyes. Someone new.

Haru reaches up, and so does the girl, wiping hair from her face.

"I'm a wreck. But so are others. No one will mind."

She stepped out, grabbed her shoes and ran out, putting on her sneakers.

The city was in panic. Quiet, tense panic, so not like anybody was rioting, but it made her panic easier as she ran down the streets, screaming her baby nephew's name like he could come running to it.

Eventually she came to Battle City district. What was left of it. Half of it was gone. Across the water was the rest.

A man and his wife stood nearby.

"Aren't they going out there? Aren't they going to get them?"

The man blinks, looks at her. "No. They said that anybody over there would be dead, or injured."

"Aren't the injured going to get help?"

"No." The man looks ready to break down in tears.

"Well I will." She dove into the water. It's an instant shock of cold, trying to tear the air from her lungs and the strength from her limbs.

'Yusei. Yusei. Yusei.' She used his name to guide her strokes.

She wasn't sure how far she got, because something slapped into her. A body? No... It'd had a finned hand... Haru panicked, turning back. Or tried to. She probably just struggled in place.

The finned hand grabbed her and pulled her back.

"You ok, honey?" the woman asked. She was pregnant.

"I'm fine." She looked back at the water. Nothing now. Maybe a psychic duelist had caused that. They sometimes did odd things.

Her cheeks stung, the rest of her felt frozen. Even her insides felt frozen.

"I'll never get him back."

"Get back who?" the woman asked.

"My nephew. He-He was only a baby!" She started to cry. The woman cried with her.

The man looked down at her sadly. "You should head back. Your parents must be worried."

Haru nodded. Then she ran back. Through the streets, over a fence, dodging security. Something must've happened.

Back in the apartment, her parents were packing.

Her father pointed to the room she'd been in. "Go pack. We're leaving."

She did. The better she behaved, the more mama would like her.

In the nursery, there was her phone, still lying on the carpet.

The call! She'd recorded the call! She scooped it up eagerly.

Then listened horrified to Aika talk, and her own responses.

In the end, she screamed as she suddenly turned into a stain of blood coating everything just before it went white.

"End of call," the robot voice told her.

Just a stain of blood on a screen. That's no way to end.

Insides iced over, she put her phone in her still damp pocket in her shorts, and began to pick up, not knowing why. She just had to pick up, pick up, pick up. It had to be clean.

At last she came to red eyes sitting on a shelf. She hugged it. Next to it was one of many pictures scattered around the room, pinned to everything. It was her, lying on the floor with a victory sign, while Yusei gripped a mini screwdriver and stared at a laptop screen. 'Mission accomplished' was stamped in red caps in english in the upper right corner. She tore it off the wall. Then she smuggled them into her things.

Her father tried to close the door to Sora's and Aika's room.

"Please don't! Father! They might come back, and the doors lock and they might have lost their key!"

It was ridiculous. They were dead. But here she was, pleading like there was a chance they were alive.

He released the knob, and the door quietly clicked shut.

"Father!" And suddenly, her father was crying. He was hugging her and crying and Haru cried too, wishing it was some other family that this had happened to, that they'd suddenly decided today that they were going to stay home, that she'd decided to babysit Yusei instead of being stupid, so many wishes.

"Come. Let's...go," mama said.

They walked out the door, father locking the door behind them.

It was quiet as the walked down the halls, like you would expect at one AM, but lights were on.

In the lobby, father placed the key on the desk. Haru pawned it. She wasn't a witch, she was a thief now. But Sora and Aika had bought that apartment recently. She wasn't going to let someone else get it.

Others were leaving, it seemed, but not too many. The city was frozen, an odd mix of lights on and off, tension and mourning.

"Haru. Promise you'll find Yusei after."

Tada. Anyway, if she seems mary sueish, flash me the red card review and if there are certain areas only, point them out. Also, my grammar, and any spelling mistakes.

To answer this question before I get it: That thing was a mercreature plot-device. It will probably never exist or be mentioned again. Happy?

Please review. Good, bad, hate its guts, tell me.