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Ok. Lets start this again...

Lamaria: Yo everyone, I'm Lamaria and this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic so please I would appreciate it if you guys went easy on me. Now originally this fanfic was going to be about a ridiculous love triangle and the curses of school life but due to a series of events beyond my control and my co-writer Charlie losing her parts of the story, it was changed.

Charlie: -Chuckles- Now its a series of one-shots put together under the title Witness. I won't lie we have zero confidence in our skills and you're going to notice crappy writing skills and possible donuts. But hopefully...

Lamaria: as more chapters are added so should our skills improve. Hmm, I just got an idea for the next chapter.

Charlie: Really? Does this mean I don't have to do the next one?

Lamaria: -stares at Charlie incredulously- Yes, you're still doing the next one in fact chapter three is all yours sister.

Charlie: WHAT? WHY?

Lamaria: I'll tell you later. Just do the disclaimer.

Charlie: -_- Fine! We do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters. All rights are served to their respected and blessed owners. Enjoy!

Chapter 1- 'Lost Memories'

First Person POV

I once lived a lifestyle of glamour and freedom, that's when I didn't know I was living on top a skyscraper of lies and rebellion.

Flashback

It was a year ago, when I lived in London with my parents and my puppy Charm. One day I left home to do some shopping for my mother when I met this cool, collected young man. His outfit was dark so it covered his face but underneath his black jacket I saw this old worn out, old fashioned watch that looked as though it was meant for the 80's. He spoke to me exactly for about five minutes about his long lost family and then when I looked back around after cashing my stuff, he was gone.

I thought to myself, 'what a weirdo, didn't even give his name.' As I walked across the block to the apartment complex where I live, I froze watching the havoc with extremely wide eyes. The groceries fell to the ground and the contents spilled out.

Flaring red swarmed my sights with tendrils of smoke while an annoyingly but frightening siren sounded loudly however it did nothing to block out the screams that reached my ears. Ambulances, about three of them, were loading injured persons in with severe burns and I gulped when some were covered over with a white sheet, motionless. My attention span drew to the building with alarming dread and subconsciously I moved forward. Fire.

Hot, blazing fire licked the edges of the complex I lived in as it burnt mercilessly; several windows burst open in medium explosions spreading more flames. Worry picked at the front of my mind, I pushed through the crowd trying to get upstairs, dodging a few officers before making it to my door. The opportunity to rush in and get my parents escaped the moment my fingers glazed the knob; I panicked and shrieked trying to pry off the arms ensnaring my lithe form. Kicks flew and curses preached, they're restraining me but I only struggled harder; I squirmed, I thrashed and raged.

Should have known they wouldn't stand for it. Then again...I didn't care. I didn't want to lose them. Mom. Dad.

Minutes later, the syringe they gave me took complete control and my tantrum ceased, after-which one of the officers passed me to a paramedic then left. Immediately, my sense of hearing left me and a deafening silence rang in my ears. I felt weak - no strength left in my bones- strangely I felt staring and looked around for it.

My eyes roamed over the area; smoke stilled lingered the air prompting many to cough and cover their noses, the fire-fighters apparently almost done containing the fire. Onlookers huddled close together whispering to one another behind the back of their hands; some comforted locals, others remain impassive. However as I swept through the crowd, the feeling of someone staring at me grew and it concerned me greatly. The sensation wasn't really friendly.

Another glance, more out range and I found one I was searching for and did a double-take. It was the man from earlier, standing under the shade of an alleyway in bright colours, the same worn out, old fashioned 80's watch strapped around his wrist. Our eyes met and he gave a sinister smile before the shadows took him away, his left hand waving as I watched him stunned.

It struck me, the men's parting words certainly made sense and they echoed in mind with keen persistence; head pounding I groaned as the words came back.

"Kid, I think its best you run along home to your parents now. You never know when you'll see them again especially with their performance about to end." My legs trembled and had I had not been sitting they would have given way to the shock and agony I felt gasping for breath. 'He knew. he knew...' was the last thing I thought before I fainted.

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The next day dawned upon my swollen face and puffy red eyes, a sign for me to face reality but who would want to face such a nightmare. One where you blink and realize you're alone. I gazed at the burnt down building, practically ruins of its former beauty, one that held my home and family in its joyous and tearful moments. I knew it was pointless; the fire turned everything to crispy leaving no possible traces for me to find any remains of my parents. I had hope and prayed but now...looking at this place with shaded eyes, the truth hurt. I fell among the rumble and let loose a sob.

I was heartbroken. My parents, along with 42 other residents, had not survived the fire savouring only two four year old whom had snuck out prior to the incident to play with their friends however I wouldn't call them lucky. How the medics were to explain death to toddlers were beyond me, their crocodile tears alone would break them.

I could almost sympathize with them. Facing the world on my own did nothing to comfort my frayed nerves, it only frustrated my mind leaving an emotional turmoil. Shortly after the fire ceased, the police had taken me into custody and dug up my family history, checking my parents' backgrounds to see if I had any other relatives as I knew none. A couple phone calls and I'm told some of mom's relatives were coming to get me and they took the liberty of telling them the bad news. To be honest, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, the fact my parents never spoke of their families concerned me and it would be my first time meeting one. I was nervous.

A distant part of my mind wondered, 'Will they like me? Or will I be a burden to them?' and scenarios of my life becoming abusive or abandoned had water stinging the corners of my eyes. Reason said things will be different that I knew for sure but how different will things get? Common sense said I was being silly and read too many novels. I opted to rest but the cries I heard from the phone's other end disturbed me. The voice sounded old and stiff, it was that of an older male's but how old he was I wasn't sure.

Two days later, I found myself standing in front of an elderly man who -surprisingly- was as short as I was albeit a few inches taller. The man had gray spiky hair under a green bandanna he was wearing. His eyes were unique like mine, only the shine had dulled whereas mine sparkled and showed my heart on my sleeves. A stern expression twisted his wrinkled features as he uncrossed his arms, a turtle design printed on his green overalls was seen. The old man, I could tell already, was a no nonsense person and was probably strong for his age. His hands located at his back, our eyes no longer studying the each other, he spoke knowing he had my attention.

"You resembled my daughter so much, what's your name boy?"

"Yugi, Mister…?" Came my hesitant reply and the old man quickly answered. "My name is Solomon but I prefer you to call me grandpa. We are family after all Yugi."

Tentatively I asked him, "Why have mother and father never spoke of you, grandfather? All this time I thought there was no one else." and didn't miss the frown surfacing his features as I mentioned dad.

Grandfather Solomon sighed deeply, momentously staring down before his gaze returned with a sad sorrow. "Yugi, it might be hard for you to understand but our family isn't exactly bonded and there was a dispute between the agreement of your parents' marriage among other things."

"Among other things?" I repeated frowning at him as I thought about what could possibly have happened. Grandfather stayed silent. His demeanour and body language told me I wouldn't want to know so I didn't push him. No doubt I would be only adding more stress on our shoulders by having a family history now.

So instead I said, "Where are we going to live?" my curiosity making the intent of the question clear.

"My homeland, Japan" At that I frowned but then shrugged nonchalantly. I always knew I was Japanese so I had no probably moving there. But I'm afraid I'm no longer fluent in the language and speech was a bit rough. He continued, "We're going to see your parents' lawyer so come on Yugi," and I followed him to a taxi waiting for us out front. I entered the back while he sat next to the driver and told him our destination.

An hour later, we met with my parents' lawyer, Dylan Winter, and he discussed the will they left behind stating my inheritance and who was placed in custody of me. Grandfather reads the will silently before borrowing a pen from Mr. Winter and signed a few documents, grumbling under his breath about his back killing him. Soon, we were back in the car and heading for the airport. Despite problems at immigration, we were able to check-in and went to the departure area eating some sandwiches Grandfather brought for the trip so I wouldn't be hungry.

"JetBlue Flight 761 to Japan from England, all passengers please get ready to board the aircraft in an orderly fashion. Seats 1-12 first!" Announced a female's voice over the intercom and several people got moving towards the gate, including myself and Grandfather, forming a line -though some overtook others.

Looking back at London through the window, I wondered when I would visit this place again listening as the engines roared to life and tremors shook the plane which began to take off. The plane soon levelled and the ringing in my ears stopped; now we hovered thousands of feet above and the country slowly shrank as the airplane moved away. Tears streamed down my cheek for the last time as I promised mother and father that I would write letters to them and visit. 'I love you both. Please watch over me.'

Lamaria: So...what did you guys think? Not too short I hope.

Charlie: Says you...I'm stuck writing the next two chapters while you get to eat Yunno's ice-cream cake. TT+TT

Lamaria: *grins devilishly* And boy was it delicious. Besides you deserve it for slacking off the first chapter. Now you pay the price!

Charlie: Hmph! I'll just get Yuuki then. She'll save me a slice.

Lamaria: *smirks* You mean the same Yuuki that left for Villa. Yeah...good luck with that.

Charlie: -glares at me- I hate you...

Lamaria: Love you too Charlie! Love you too. Thank you for reading the first chapter. We hoped you enjoyed it and if you didn't then blame Charlie -Charlie: Hey!- Please review and darlings we love you but no flames, kay? Bye.