Here's a new story. Please enjoy and review.

Warning: Good Voltaire and Boris.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or From Far Away.

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Love Wings

Chapter 1: Kai's Arrival (Kai's POV)

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" my grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari, a newly-married old man, asked. We were both at an airport where I was going to Forks, Washington.

"I'll be fine. I'm just worried about you. I just hope that Sara, I mean, Grandma won't tire you out," I answered, getting a chuckle from him.

"If you're sure, call me when you get to your uncle's house. He seem so excited on the phone when he heard that you decided to come live with him for awhile," Grandfather said, "Be a good girl, and be careful with how you let go of your temper. Can't have anyone running like bulls are after them. I love you, Kai."

"I love you too, Grandfather. Tell Grandma that too," I said back, while walking through the gates to the airplane, leaving the place where I had called home.

Anyway, my name is Kai Hiwatari. I appear what Sara and Grandfather as exotic. My features are unique. I had dual- colored hair, red eyes, very pale skin, and a pretty good slender female figure hidden underneath bagging clothes. Though I don't mind the way I look since my looks are combination of my parents, some people think I'm a freak. To add to the list, I don't really social much with people, but hey, it doesn't mean I don't care at all.

My grandfather recently married to an energetic, elderly (still younger than my grandfather) sweet woman named Sara. She's nice and everything. I think she's good for my grandfather. I had never seen him so happy since before my grandmother, the love of his life died. I'm still getting use to calling her grandma though.

As energetic as Sara is, she can't stay in one place. So, to help them and avoid worrying them over me, I decided to live with my uncle, Boris, in a small very raining town called Forks for a while. My grandfather needs her more than me right now. She can show him to live life without regret, instead staying looking over me ever since my parents died.

It makes me happy to make this choice. Besides, I had been wanting to see Uncle Boris for a while now.

This is okay. As long as everyone else is happy, so am I.

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"Kai!" I heard when I exited the plane. I saw my uncle waving at me.

"Hey Uncle Boris," I greeted him as we immediately went to get my luggage.

"Hey, how's my favorite niece?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm your only niece, Uncle," I answered.

"Oh, so that's why I have only have pictures of you," Boris said.

"Yes, and you better not be showing any of those pictures to anyone without my say-so," I said, giving him a look that didn't intimated him a bit. He only chuckled.

I'm pretty calm most of the time. It takes a bit to get me angry, but I get annoyed easily. I send out my famous death glare mostly.

Boris drive us to his house, commenting me on how much I grow and how much I am looking like my late mother. Of course, I gave a small smile at that. My parents died when I was five. Still, I have plenty of memories of them. I know that my mother was a sweet, kind woman and my father was such a funny, fun-loving man. They both loved each other and me.

When Uncle Boris reached the house, he lead me into my new room and left me to settle in, knowing that I like my personal space.

I looked around the room. It was set up just for a teenage girl like me. It wasn't pink to my relief. The colors he put up (which I know he had help with) are red and purple. There was a bed, a nightstand, a desk, an empty bookshelf a dresser, and a closet. It was simple. It was slightly plain. I liked it.

I started to unpack. I put my clothes in either the dresser or closet, some of my books on the bookshelves, and my most precious possession on the nightstand.

My treasured possession is a statue of a red phoenix that plays like a music box. It was a gift from my parents when I was younger. My mother would always played it when I went to bed. It always helped me sleep. Even now, whenever I have trouble sleeping, miss my parents too much, or feel a bit upset, I play the song it played. My parents said the name of the song was 'Angel Phoenix Lullaby'. It was the only thing I had left of my parents now.

When I finished, Uncle Boris called me downstairs. I was lead to the driveway where there was a man and a teenage boy.

The boy's hair was midnight blue and his eyes were blue too. His skin was tanned. He seemed like a nice guy, familar also. When he saw me, he smiled brightly.

The man beside him must be his father. I could see some resemblance. He had darker hair than his son's though.

"Hey Kai, this is Bruce Granger and his youngest son, Tyson. You remember them, right?" Boris asked. I thought about it.

"Oh, Tyson, his brother, and I use to play together when you and Mr. Granger fished or watched football," I said, remembering. It wasn't a clear memory, but it's still there.

"Welcome to Forks, Kai. We're glad you're here. Boris couldn't shut up about you coming," Bruce told me.

I looked at my embarrassed uncle. He must have been excited than I thought. He must've told the whole town. Everyone knows about me now. Great.

"Anyway, how do you like your welcoming present?" asked Boris, pointing to a small red car I yet to noticed. It looked a little old but steady and lively.

"This is a present for me?" I asked. I have my license to drive and everything. I was going to get something myself. It looks like it was already taken care of.

"I bought off of Bruce here. The car's for you," he explained.

"Really? Awesome. It's great. I like it," I said, excitedly.

"Told you she'd like it," Bruce commented, "Tyson fixed it up to work better."

"You should have no problems," he added. I smiled.

"Thank you. It's perfect."

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The next day, I went to my new school. I was feeling uncomfortable with this.

I went to the main office to get my schedule and a map of the school. The lady at the desk was typing at the computer.

"I'm here to pick up my schedule please," I told her, getting to the point so I have time to get to my first class, even if I get lost.

"Your name, dear?" she asked.

"Kai Hiwatari," I answered. Her head shot up to look at me for first time since I enter the office. She must have heard I was coming. Darn Boris. I love him, but he knows I don't like to be center of attention.

"Here's everything you need. Have a good first day," she said kindly, handing me my schedule and the map.

"Thank you," I said, leaving. As I walked to my next class, I notice everyone was staring at me. I sighed. This is going to be a very long day. I had enough people staring at me at home because of my looks. Now because I'm new and Boris told everyone I was coming and my looks, everyone will stare for days now.

"Hey," I heard, turning to a boy with long black hair and golden cat eyes.

"You're Kai Hiwatari, right?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered, looking back at the map.

"I'm Ray Kon. Welcome to Forks. Do you need any help getting to class?" he asked.

"I don't know so. I have English with Mr. Smith," I answered.

"I have that class. Let me lead the way," he said, reaching for my elbow. I stepped away from his reach. I didn't need for him to drag me there. That and I don't want him touching me. He's a stranger to me so far. Luckily for me, he doesn't keep trying and leads the way.

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As the day went, the students and teachers continue to stare at me. The teacher of my classes move their eyes to me once in a while. It was getting really old, really fast.

I met some nice people though, like Ray. There was Hilary, Julia, Eddy, Steven, Lee, Mariah, and Oliver. I found them okay to talk to.

It was time for lunch. Ray led me to his table with his friends. As they talked, I looked around to see the students who were still staring at me. I seriously feel the urge to yell for them to get a life.

Then I noticed a group of people at a table near the window. They seems to pop out at me to get my attention. There are four girls and one boy. One girl was small and had pink hair and eyes. She was pretty cute. Another girl was slender with silver hair and amethyst eyes. The third girl was a bit muscular with long silver hair and blue eyes. The last girl had a beautiful, normal looking shape with orange hair and blues. The boy, the one who really caught my eye, had a nice strong looking build with messy blonde hair and blue. All of them were beautiful.

"Who are they?" I had to ask. They looked where I was.

"Oh, they're the Lavaliers. They're friendly, but they're not that involve with people except each other. They're the adopted kids of the town's doctor and his wife. The girls, Mathilda, Claude, Garland, and Brooklyn, all have guys at home who were adopted too. Everyone sees those boys with the girls all the time out of school," Julia answered.

"And what about the guy?" I asked, looking at him mostly the whole time.

"That's Miguel. He's the only one single in the family. He's very nice, but he doesn't date," she answered again, "Don't waste your time."

"Why would I? He won't be interested in me," I told her, turning away to the people at the table I was sitting at.

"Kai, are you going to be okay that for lunch?" Hilary asked, pointing to the apple and bottled water in front of me.

"Yeah, I'm not that hungry," I said.

"Sheesh, you need to eat more. You look scrawny enough," Steven said. I glared at him, making him flinch.

"I am not scrawny!" I said. Come on, Steven is a jock, a football player. Of course who wouldn't seen small to him.

"Easy, Kai," Hilary said, "You got to admit you are kind of small-looking."

I huffed, taking a bit out of my apple.

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Lunch was over. I went to Biology. When I entered, I notice I had this class with Miguel Lavalier. There was an empty seat next to him, the only seat left for me in this room.

As I approach the seat, I went pass a blowing fan. The air that hit me hit Miguel made him react like he was going to be sick. He covered his mouth and nose and looked away. I could tell he didn't want me near him, but I really had no choice.

When I sat down, I looked at Miguel. He looked like he was in pain. He scooted far away from me as possible at the table. I decided if I was the problem, I would help him. I moved away from him as far as possible on my side of the table. His face flashed with a look of gratitude, but it disappeared quickly.

For the rest of the class, Miguel's eyes were on me, not in a curious way like everyone else but in a pained, suspicious way. It made me more uncomfortable.

When the bell ran, Miguel got up and ran out of the class very quickly, desperately. It left feel like there was something wrong with me. I felt like a freak. I wonder what was wrong. A very handsome guy was disgusted with me. I didn't know why. I don't even know why it hurts.

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Preview: Miguel's POV in chapter one.