Yami Casie: Cassie and me don't own YuGiOh, but Aurora Samaki is our own creation.

Dedicated to: My friends, my family and especially Joey Wheeler and Yami Yugi.....but not nessarily in that order -.
Aurora Samaki stepped out of the coach. Grumbling about the kid behind her that had stuck chewing gum in her hair. She searched through her bag and drew a map out. On the map 'Domino City' was written in bold black letters. Aurora decided to go make a nuisance of herself and stepped up towards the infomation kiosk.

"Hi, can you please tell me where I am, I'm kinda lost." She smiled innocently at the woman at the desk.

"Your in Domino City." The woman replied, smiling back.

"Oh, home to the world class duelists."

Without a thanks or even a goodbye, Aurora stepped down towards a street of rowdy teenagers, exiting the coach station.

"Move it!" she snapped at a small 13 year old, who reluctantly moved even though he wasn't in her way at all.

Aurora's white hair caught the afternoon sunlight, making it shine and glisten. She looked up at the sky with her blue eye's. Her eye's were chilling, as if they had seen great things and held deep secrets within them.

After grabbing a Snapple juice carton out her bag, Aurora sat beneath a shady tree in the park and began to hum to herself as she watched two children playing.

Why had she chosen Domino City? It was as if she could feel a presence in it she couldn't describe. She knew her mum would be worried far away in Kyoto. Her sudden dissapearance would cause arguements about her custody and she knew deep down that sneeking away only delayed the truth she would eventually have to face.

Three boys and two girls started towards Aurora and the tree, but they stopped when they noticed Aurora settled on the lush green grass. Aurora knew only too well she was in a seat of another. It made her feel big that she, who had only just arrived five minutes ago, was regarded superior to the residents there.

She regretted thinking that as one of the boys, a blonde, made his way over to her.

"We sit 'ere, your gonna 'ave ta move."

Aurora sipped the last of her Snapple and threw the empty carton at the boy's feet.

"Make me, hound!" she barked, her icey blue eye's narrowing dangerously.

She guessed she must of touched a nerve with that 'hound' comment.

"What did ya call me?" The blonde grabbed her collar but dropped her again. She banged her head hard against the tree trunk. Her hand instictively moved to her head while the other flailed for the boys face uselessly.

"Your a girl!" The boy said suprised. Aurora looked down at her loose top and blue trousers, she guessed they made her look boyish.

Aurora scoffed loudly and checked to see if her head was was bleeding.

"I never noticed," she replied, stiffly.

The boy looked sheepish and scratced the back of his neck. Got fleas, mate? Aurora asked mentally.

"I'm Joey," he said, as if she cared, "Joey Wheeler." Aurora scowled as the rest of his friends gathered round.

"I'm Aurora Samaki," she replied, emotionlessly.

"Look I'm real sorry about before. I didn't relise you were a girl, your top, it kinda covers ya up a bit. Makes ya look like your got nothing dere. I never would 'it a girl." Aurora chuckled for a second before she relised what Joey had implied.

"Oh, do you think that because I'm a girl I can't fight like a man?" Aurora asked, her fists balled. She stood up and faced Joey so he was near enough to smell her purfume. There had to be only two inches between them but Joey was slightly taller, it seemed Aurora was starting to shadow him though.

Her angry expression and white gleaming hair reminded Joey faintly of someone.

"Do ya know a boy called Bakura or Ryou? You look a lot like 'im." Within seconds of saying this Joey knew he had insulted Aurora. He stumbled backwards as Aurora lashed out at him. Joey backed up and his two friends on either side of him, a boy with brown hair and a blonde girl, closed the gap.

"He just asked you a question, he didn't mean to insult you!" the boy said.

"Yeah, he didn't mean to shatter your fragile demeanour!" the blonde girl snapped. Aurora stapped forward, kicking the carton at the girl.

"I don't find being called a boy exactly a complement."

"Well, from the way you dress and your hair what did you expect? Pretty flowers and little hearts? I'm sorry hun, but that outfit is an insult to girls more than it is to you!"

Aurora sneered, baring her teeth like a dog.

She pushed past a short boy with tri-coloured hair and sat alone on a bench. Tears began to leak out her eye's. She crossed her legs and ducked her head as she started to sniffle. The blonde girl and a brunette came over and sat beside her.

"Whats wrong?" the brunette asked. Aurora wiped her eye's and said:

"I came here to escape it; to escape the pain. But it's not working, I thought running away might help. Prove to them that I am strong enough to fend for myself. I am, really, but it's wrong, all wrong."

"What is? Escape what?" the brunette asked, she took Aurora's hand but Aurora pulled away.

"I can't." she whispered, "I only bring pain to those I love and care for." Aurora stood up and brushed past Joey, she stopped just after she passed him.

"Catch ya later, Joey." her tear filled face now gone, she winked at him and kept walking.

She kept to the path as a group of boys started heading her way. She expected them to part, but they didn't. One brushed close near her side and she felt a tension on her leg lift. She turned to see the boy running, with something oddly familier in his hand.

"Oi!" she shouted after him, she ran back to the group, "That boy stole my deck!"

"What?" Joey stuttered, racing after the boy, followed by Mai. Joey quickly caught the boy and backed him up against the wall.

"Give Aurora 'er deck back or I'll knock your block off kid!" The boy, who had brown hair, smiled confused.

"What are you talking about? I didn't steal anything!" Aurora caught up and stood next to Joey.

"Where's my deck? I saw you run off with it." Suddenly, after a shaking by Joey, a card fell from the boys pocket.

"Woodland Reaper." Aurora gasped, a elf looking creature dressed in green stood out like a sore thumb from the card, "Thats mine, where is the rest of my deck then?" Joey dug in the boy's pocket and passed Aurora the cards, Aurora shuffled through them quick, couting them.

"There's only 38 here, where's my other two? Tempus Bane, my magic card?" the boy dug in his pocket and drew one more card.

"And I am still missing one."

"Did ya count Woodland Reaper, stupid?" the boy asked, rolling his eye's, Aurora blushed.

"Oh yeah, whats your name kid?"

"Jack." Jack said bluntly. Aurora stepped back as she counted her cards again. Joey let the boy go and turned to Aurora.

Wordlessly, Aurora turned away, and walked down the path again.

"Your welcome." Joey snapped.
Aurora sat at the bottom of the dirty B&B bed, its once white covers now greying and frayed at the edges. She was in a crouching position, her head buried in her knees. A newspaper was sprawled before her, its front page bearly visable in the dimmed light. The front page said: Duelist girl dissapears from home. The door handle rattled and Aurora slipped herself under the bed quickly as the paint chipped door creaked open.

"Hello?" a voice called, Aurora looked out from under the bed and gasped, she got up and brushed herself off.

"Your-your me!" The girl looked identical to Aurora. Who sat back down on the bed in shock. The other girl sat next to Aurora and pulled back the girls white hair from her face. Aurora gasped slightly, the feeling reminded her of her fathers rough hands.

"I'm your soul, your pure innocent soul."

"You can't be, I-I'm not innocent, I don't really look like this inside.....do I?"
Aurora woke quickly, sweating, her hand laid over the bed, the rest of her was on the floor. The dream lingered for a second, the memory of her soul so fresh in her mind. It had burnt a hole in her heart, a deep hole. Her soul was gone, her innocent soul. In that hole was goodness, now, all that was left was evil, heartless evil.

Aurora felt her cheek where her soul had touched her gently. She looked in the mirror, the cheek burnt hard. On her cheek was a clean fresh cut, blood dripped down her pale china like face. She wiped the drip away as it was replaced by tears.

"Who am I?" she whispered, burying her head in her knees as she had in her dream, "Why do you want me?" Her last words echoed around the room, and finally died as she pursed her lips and wiped her fresh tear's away.