(A/N): Yeah, it's me, writing after such a long time. It's been getting hectic on my end, what with college applications and all...not to mention that my laptop with my saved stories has been taken from me by my mother, so those of you waiting for Archer to update will be waiting for a bit more time...I apologize. :(

Not to mention that 5D's has been eating my soul as of late. Hence, I acted on the proddings and pokings by some friends at GaiaOnline (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) and started writing this plotbunny. I hope you enjoy this new tale!


One and Not the Same

A Yu-Gi-Oh!5D's Fanfiction

Prologue-Introspection

I never thought that I would write one of these. I always imagined that journals were for the more emotional people, those who had too many thoughts in their head to remember everything. I had always-forgive me for the apparent pride-always had a very good memory; photographic, the new digital kind, with the sharpest resolution, every detail accounted for. This was the sort of memory that people prayed and pined for, seemingly perfect. And for a long time, I thought so too...I never saw the need for a journal.

I see the flaw in that thinking now. Photos-no matter how sharp, how many pixels, how many details they can capture-are only two-dimensional. They are flat, no depth. They may capture the light of a sparkle in one's eyes, or the shine of their teeth, but that is all they capture: light. It is a person's emotional memories that make the light in one's eyes a mischievous glint, or a glimmer of a lonely tear, or a twinkling smile. These emotions that we take for granted-they are easily misread, misinterpreted, wrongly remembered. And the event that brought me to this realization is the one that I shall record here.

This is still a very odd feeling. I still have, somewhere in the deep bowels of learned instinct, an urge to write a lab report on this. Alas, my work has been nothing but lab reports, flat as the photographic memories that fueled them. I truly thought that my whole passion went into these packets of endless words, graphs, and revelations. I know now that it was only my passion as a scientist that fueled them, and that there is other kinds of passion. There is a passion that only a select group let kindle in their hearts, that fuels themselves on the knowledge that not only themselves, but others depend on the decisions they make. And out of those others, there are those who burn brightest, longest, and hottest. I never knew that there were such people that could affect me this much...

Then again, perhaps it is the feelings of dread that I try to suppress in the outside world that I shall attempt to express here that fuel me to do this. But, I would rather not consider that, it is much easier to suppose that I do this out of love.

Still, I find it strange. This little book, this thin collection of papers, so insignificantly small compared to even my shortest reports-this journal-I fear, may become more important than the most informative of my lab reports.

The event I seek to record here was originally the most innocuous of events, innocent and full of nothing but joy. But, strange premonitions I have and had have several months prior-premonitions that even now return to me as I put pen to paper-and occurrences that surrounded it have now made this event a haunting time; a time that, I am sure, will soon affect more than simply me and the people around me. I am sure that these happenings are not finished with their plaguing; and as the unfortunate victim, I shall record them to the best of my ability, and to ensure that they are not the flat, two-dimensional digital pictures I am used to reproducing. I hope that these words will paint more than simply a picture, but a three-dimensional world, with depth and meaning, where I capture the light with my own two hands and shape it to the meaning I chose to convey.

Fate, or destiny, or sheer coincidence, I know not. All I know is that I am an inadequate person to record things as they are, and not as a pale reproduction of it. However, this duty has been entrusted to me, and me alone, and I shall strive to fulfill it to the best of my ability. I hope, whoever reads this, that this will be an accurate portrayal of the events that are soon to unfold...for your sake, and the world's...

-Fudo Yuuen-hakase
Momentum Lead Scientist


(A/N): So, review/criticizations?

Also, credit for the name Yuuen goes to some deviantART artist I remember seeing a few months back. Apparently, it means something like "Lost Star", which seems to fit. ^^