A/N: Mrrrrow, this was based off a roleplay I did a while ago, but since I no longer roleplay (for the moment, anyway), I decided to put it into a story. It's combined with a headcanon of mine from ARC-V, so if you haven't seen at least to episode 7 of ARC-V, I doubt you'll understand what's going.

But anyway, here, have this.

Prologue…

Tron hadn't been expecting this. He had simply been sitting at home while his sons went out to do their own things (Chris was in college now, trying to finish a course on English and Japanese; Thomas was out with Kamishiro Rio; and Michael was in school with Yuma) when he had an unexpected guest over. He knew the identity of this guest well, but he had no idea why this person was over here. Revenge, possibly.

His opponent's shadowed form held out a hand. "Alright, Xyz Dragon, attack him directly!" the figure commanded, and the dragon reared its shadowed head back, spreading its wings before lashing out and smashing into the masked duelist, sending him flying against a window. The window shattered as the force from the blow met it, and he fell out, slamming into a tree as he hit the ground.

Tron: 0000 LP

Unknown: 4000 LP WINNER

The figure laughed. "You're truly pathetic, Tron. So helpless without your powers to protect you. Just wait until your sons learn of this." The figure turned around and headed out the entrance, taking off the dragon from the D-Pad on its arm. The mansion, once held as one of Heartland's most beautiful attractions, fell to the ground as the figure walked away.

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Chapter 1

It was a pretty much normal morning. Droite had heard that Kaito and the others had come back from Astral World a few days ago and were recuperating from the battle that had taken place there. The reason that she and Gauche didn't go was because her partner was going into another Tournament and she needed to be there. In all honestly, she was glad to have a break from dueling herself; dueling Durbe had taken a large portion of her mental and physical energy. Even though it had been nearly three months after the end of the War, she was still exhausted, drained completely.

"Droite, there's something in the mail for you!" Gauche called as he slammed the door shut. Droite stood from her leaning position on the sill of her bedroom window, turning around as her partner slid into the doorway.

"Eh?" Looking at him in confusion, she watched him take a flat box out from his jacket and put it on her bed. "Who's it from?"

"I don't know, honestly," he replied, shrugging. "It was outside the door, and it had your name on it. I'm assuming it's from someone you know." Putting his hands behind his head, he yawned. "Anyway, I'm going to take a nap. You have fun with that box."

When Gauche left to his room, Droite frowned and stared at the box sitting on her bed. In the dark violet sheets, its white cardboard was shocking in contrast. Indeed, written on the lid of the box, in green pen, was her name.

"I'm surprised mail hasn't disappeared yet," she said to herself, going over and sitting next to the box. It was wide, but not very tall, covering her lap as she pulled it into her grip. The lid lifted off easily, and she set it to the side before analyzing what was inside.

There was a tiny clear case placed into the velvet that formed the protective cushioning inside. Beside the case was a D-Gazer, yet it was an older model. It possibly held a recording; only the old models had a recording function. Droite took the D-Gazer gingerly out of the box, inspecting it for a button to press. She pressed the only one she could find, and the D-Gazer responded by turning on and flashing a hologram into the middle of the room.

Upon seeing who it was, Droite dropped the D-Gazer to the floor and nearly screamed. She stood up and backed away, dropping the clear case onto the bed in the process.

"H-Heartland?" she questioned, fear coursing through her veins. She hated him, yes, but she was also afraid. Afraid if he would force her to become his servant once more. "Aren't you dead?"

The hologram didn't respond to her question, merely looked through her like she wasn't there with a sympathetic expression. Mr. Heartland was in his regular green attire from his days in Heartland Tower, yet he appeared… worn. "If you're watching this, that means that I have died or gone somewhere that you'll never find me," he began, his voice having a robotic tone to it, as if the microphone hadn't worked very well. "Droite, you have to understand that I never wanted to hurt you the way I did. Unfortunately, my fate was sealed as soon as I came to be Heartland's mayor."

Droite relaxed slightly, knowing that the hologram of this man wasn't going to hurt her; he was dead, after all. The Numeron Code hadn't brought him back (which many were glad for). So he could no longer affect her life. But still… she wasn't about to believe what he had left behind for her.

Mr. Heartland crossed his arms and stared at the ground. He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes. "Your mother was a beautiful woman, Droite. She guarded you until she died. I saw her die by the hands of a street gang… I still remember that like it was yesterday." He lifted his head and gazed directly at Droite, who was taken over by confusion. "I'm your father, Droite. I know it's hard to believe, because I never took care of you like a father is supposed to, but it's true. Your mother was my wife at one point in time, but she was kidnapped and taken to Spartan City, where she had you. I tried looking for you two so hard, so very hard…"

Droite's eyes went wide. "Wait," she said, forgetting that the hologram couldn't respond, "How the hell are you my father?!" She went up to the hologram, glaring. "You can't possibly be my father, you pathetic asshole! You tried killing Kaito!"

He went on without replying to that. "Droite, after your mother's death, you disappeared, and I discovered you when you were nine. And you had a boy on your arm, which was unexpected; considering your… hidden side, I thought nobody would care about you. But apparently somebody did, and I was grateful for that." He sighed once more, gaze falling to the floor, as if ashamed. "Under Faker's orders, and by extension Vector's, I was forced to create Number Hunters. I didn't want to turn my only child into some monster to hunt down mystical cards, but I had no choice. So please forgive me for putting you through that hell."

"I won't ever forgive you," she gritted in response, huffing loudly. He didn't deserve any of her forgiveness, not after what he did to her. "You made my life a living hell!"

His demeanor seemed to change. His expression became a slightly lighter one, and he straightened his back from the slump he had been in. "There was one thing I protected you from, though. And I think it's time that I reveal to you what that was. I left a special card in the clear box that will come with this recording. It will unlock the seal I placed on you in order to hide your abilities completely. But now that you're older, I believe it's time for you to try and master it for yourself."

Droite turned to look at the case, which lay face down on the comforter of her bed. She leaned over and picked it up, bringing it up with her when she stood straight. Staring at Heartland for a minute, who remained silent like he knew she would be opening the case (or unless she accidently hit pause; who knows). Sliding the lid off, she plucked a card out from the confines of the protective sleeve over it and stared at it.

The card was a monster, an Xyz Monster to be exact. A dragon of Rank 4, mostly violet and black with some turquoise making its underbelly, was shown in the artwork of the card. Electricity appeared to be surging from between the panels creating the dragon's wings, its golden eyes glowing as it stared outwards. Along with the monster was an Equip Spell, which rested in the sleeve in which the dragon had been stored in.

"Take care of that card, Droite." Mr. Heartland said. "It will guide you to new heights." The recording ended, and the D-Gazer began to expel smoke as the hologram disappeared. Droite gazed at the D-Gazer tiredly, watching as the smoke dissipated and the old piece of technology died.

"Why did he want me to take care of these cards?" she questioned, taking the Equip Spell from the sleeve and reading the effect. "Shadow Treason Fang? It's specifically for this dragon…" The more she stared at the two cards, the more her head hurt. Sitting down, she held both cards and sighed. "I'll try them out eventually-"

Droite was interrupted when the collection of beads around her ankle suddenly snapped off, falling to the ground and scattering all over the floor. She jumped and watched the beads disintegrate into dust, feeling heat run through her arms and legs, as if something had been unlocked.

The cards glowed as the feeling grew stronger. Confusion laced with fear filled her eyes and she tried moving, but she couldn't. The dragon's picture on its card moved its head, golden eyes meeting her orange ones.

And then…. Everything stopped. The cards fell to the ground, and Droite felt her body cool down. She fell forward, onto the ground on her hands and knees, coughing. She heard footsteps and then her partner, wearing his pajamas, appeared in the doorway, looking at her in worry.

"I heard you fall," Gauche stated, coming over to her and helping her up. "Are you alright?"

Droite pushed his hands away from her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she stated, her tone approaching monotone. "I just tripped. I'll be fine." She knelt down and took the cards she had dropped and placed them in her Deck Box. "I have to go out for a bit, Gauche. I'll be back."

"Eh? Alright, but be careful," the man stated, backing out of her way as she walked by him. Gauche thought something was off, but his partner was always a bit elusive, so he didn't push it. His eyes remained on her as she opened the door of the hotel suite they had, and left.

A/N: Oi, what'd you think? IDK how long this will go, but I'll give it a shot. Please, review!