Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh!

I know I still have to update my other stories but I haven't been inspired. This idea popped into my head after I was struggling to write my other stories. Hopefully I can use this story to get myself back into writing for my other stories. This fanfic is a comedic one, and hopefully you'll like it. It is a crossover of Janet Evanovich and Yu-gi-oh!. The heroine is Tea but the humor is pure Evanovich.

Prologue: My Life

Hi, my name is Tea Gardener. Most of you know me as Yu-gi's sidekick cheerleader. Well, lets just say that I really resent that. Do you know how hard it is to stay by my friend's side 24/7? And whenever the beautiful blonde Mai shows up, it seems like everyone with the XY chromosome forgets about me. I mean, hello, I do have some chest, and my figure isn't that bad. But back to the point. I never realized just what I was doing to myself. It was one of those epiphany moments where you're all alone by yourself and you start to look at all the accomplishments that you've done in your life. And guess what I found out . . . that I didn't really have an actual accomplishment that I could be proud of. Sure sticking by your friends is great and all, but I was still unsatisfied, like I was wishing that I could be or do something else.

So I'm sitting there in front of the TV, just flipping though channels when I come across one of those wannabe western films where the knight in shining armor -except he's waving a lasso instead of a sword- rescues the gorgeous damsel in distress. Then I think to myself, wouldn't it be great if I could be somebody's hero? Then my mind starts to wander off in one of those forbidden sections of my brain, you know, the part where you still think you can fly and become Superman. Right away, my mind started flashing warning signs to me, but desolate as I was over my life, I plowed on ahead.

A hero . . . me, Tea Gardener, Superhero extraordinaire . . . I have to say, I liked the ring of it. That was when the 'moment' in my life occurred. The one where you look back and you say to yourself, what the hell was I thinking? A cheesy advertisement displaying a corny looking guy who looked like he worked for a gang flashed on the television screen. It was an ad for anybody interested in becoming a security guard, and it promised instant money. Of course they added a really fast blurb saying that they would not be responsible for any injuries, assaults, deaths, etc . . .

Now, I thought, protecting good citizens is kind of like a protector of some sorts. I know, I know, I was digging myself in very large hole -no, not just a hole, a big honking warp hole. I mean, I'll be real with you. It's very hard for a girl to do this sort of job, especially when it involves strenuous activity. Yes, I believe in girl power, yada yada, and I'm all for it, but what if a two-hundred or three-hundred guy pound comes after me, fists swinging? I wouldn't last a few seconds with him! Perhaps it was the heat or the soda I was drinking, but I picked up the phone and dialed the number that was plastered on the TV in big ol' yellow letters. And in a few moments . . . I had a job as a security guard at a local restaurant.

Hoo boy, I thought to myself, what have I done now.

Next Chapter is Up!!!