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Chapter one
It has been many years since Yugi first won the title king of games and many painful loses one of his rivals had inflicted. But this story begins when the king of games had left school….
I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or the girl who never wants to be alone
"Star… Star." I heard someone called
I ignored them as usual. For I was too caught amongst the music that was playing in my ears. When someone came up and pulled the head phones out of my ear.
"Hey." I complained
To find my father holding my other headphone.
"Come on you promised that you'd come with me to pick up your grandfather." He smiled
A sigh left my big full lips.
"Fine." I replied
I placed my pencil onto the desk.
"Designing a new card are you?" my father asked
"Yeah."
He took a look at my drawing.
"You should show your grandfather he would most likely be interested in it." He smiled
My father's typical attitude. Every card I designed he would either send it to my loving grandfather or just simply wait for his visits.
He left me on my. I got up from my desk chair and looked at my self in the mirror. To double cheek my appearance my chocolate brown hair is .shoulder length with many layers spiked out everywhere. Black eye liner framing my large silvery grey eyes. Still thankfully un smudged.
"Come on Star!" my father called
I then walked casually down the stairs to my father.
"What are you standing round for?" I teased
"Star stop messing around and get that backside in the car." He demanded
He was obviously freaking out. So I guess I better be a good little girl.
Latter that day
My father was sat tense on the chair. He always did get nervous when grandfather came. It didn't help that we were in the VIP waiting room. I as usual just flicked through the lame magazines that they had kept for centuries on the table. I didn't even bother taking in what was on the pages, just randomly flicking through the pages.
"Star my my haven't you grown up." We heard a familial posh male
I turned my head round to see my grandfather standing there in his usual red suite. I stood up in time with my father. Noticing how my dad is starting to look like my gramps more and more each year.
"My and you've grown." My grandfather added.
A childish grin appeared onto my face.
"How was your flight over father?" my dad asked
Still stressed out, as usual.
"Better than the last." Gramps replied curtly.
"Do you have work to sort out this time?" I asked
"Not this times my Starkins." He replied
We then walked as a family down to the vehicle that awaited us. We all waited till the doors were closed before we resumed our conversation.
"So Star will you be joining me this summer at the château?" gramps asked
"If you don't mind?" I replied
"I'll male sure your room is just as you like it then." He replied
"Star has designed some more cards." My father then butted in
"Oh have you. Let's see them then."
My father handed him the sheets of paper.
"Star you're getting better. Before long you'll out do me." Gramps chuckled.
My father than joined in with his little chuckle. While I just turned y gaze to the window. I watched all the streets we passed in the city. Most people stopped in awe. Wondering who was in the limo.
That was until we stopped at the traffic lights. I looked at the other vehicles waiting to go as well when I noticed another limo stationed right next to ours. On the side of one of the doors it had KC written on it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw how my grandfather and father refused to look at the vehicle next to us. Confusion hit me. That was when I noticed the window rolling down. Then a boy or was it a girl? Popped their head out of the window. With a big long mop of raven black hair, the child must have been about eleven. Waving is arms. I raised an eyebrow questionably. Who was it waving at?
I then saw someone behind him who looked just as impressed as my grandfather and father about being stuck at the red light. He had the same colour hair as me. With his eyes half shut. Only showing a glimpse of his royal blue eyes. He had what looked like a purple high neck coat on. He did look kind of familial in a way. Like one of those dudes that teenage girls would dream and fantasies of being with. He looked my way. Revealing the full power and intense of his pure cerulean blue eyes.
The limo then drove away. Just leaving the imprint of him in my mind and the ghost of his blue eyes haunting me.
"Star what are you staring at?" My grandfather asked curiously.
I shock my head as if to chase the thoughts of him away.
"Do you know who those two people where that was just next to us?" my thought ran free
"They are the sons of the man that killed your Mother." My dad replied
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