Paladin: Hello, and welcome to my Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction!

Yam: Where, in his world, pigs live and suffocate underwater and rainbows are black.

Rai: Yam, don't be so dark all the time. Be like me and be somewhat optimistic and the other times pessimistic.

Ari: And look what good it did you. You're running from Insane Asylums!

Rai: (pout) So what?

Paladin: I wasn't expecting that. Anyways, lets get back to the unimportant matter at hand. Since I brought you three into the little author's notes of "Overwhelming Power"-

Yam: Which you didn't bring us in until practically chapter seven.

Paladin: Yes, I'm aware of that. Anyways, I'd like you to meet your American doppelgangers, Sol and Shadow! In your home turf, of course.

Sol: Where are we?

Shadow: And why is it so cold?

Ari: What are you complaining about? You could just morph into a wolf or something and warm yourself up.

Yam: And don't complain about being cold Sol because you could heat up if you wanted to.

Sol & Shadow: Oh yeah!

Paladin: .(facepalm) Ay dios mio. [That's the Spanish OMG]

Rai: Paladin doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh, those rights belong to Kazuki Takahashi. As he's said before, if this resembles anybody's plot, you have my sincerest apologies, but it is by pure coincidence.

Bonding Destiny Ch. 1

Ari POV

Setting: Air space over Japan

Name: Hikari En. FYI, don't call me that, or else YOU WILL DIE! Yes, I am well aware that my name literally means "light fate" in Japanese, but that's why I say it's Ari En, or Ari Kaki whenever I'm in a bad mood. Which is almost always...

Situation: Freefalling without the use of my wings. And about to go splat.

"Wings?" you say. "Are you a pilot?" I have many answers for that. The easiest one to answer with is no. These are actual wings that I've had for as long as I could remember. And flying way up high above a cold climate doesn't fare well with my wings. Meaning they freeze up mid flight, leaving me to plummet to my death. Funny how facing imminent death makes me feel so much more sane than I ever felt.

'Well Ari, you had a good run. But you can't beat them all. The world just has to say goodbye to an Egyptian guy with stark-white hair and crimson eyes.'

But, whether it's good or bad, I don't know, a car came rolling up, and instead of going splat on concrete, I went crash through the windshield, landing on the lap of an unsuspecting driver.

"What the-?!" The smart driver didn't swerve out of control, but instead gracefully navigated over to the median where he took me out to see if I was all right.

The first thought that went through my head was 'I really haven't learned my lesson yet, have I?'

The second thought that went through my head was 'I really have got to learn more Japanese.' Because the person I crashed onto was going on and on in a language I was only partially familiar with. So, in my native tongue, which, obviously, was Arabic, I told him to calm down. Which he didn't understand, so of course he freaked out even more.

At least, that's what I thought would happen. Upon closer inspection, I saw that he looked Egyptian as well, but he was a bit vertically challenged. He had three huge black spikes, each spike being topped with a red streak that connected the other two spikes. He had crimson eyes, just like mine, and he had an indigo leather jacket and pants to match. Underneath, he had a pure-black shirt, and he had a neck belt on, well, I'm not gonna tell you because that'd be redundant.

But what got me wasn't the hair, nor the eyes, nor the outfit or accessories. What got me was his pendant, which was an upside down pyramid puzzle with an "Eye of Horus" on the front. That just proved he had some tie to Egypt. How, I don't know. He just did. He spoke to me in Arabic, which was fully to my relief. "Are you okay? Do you need help? Should I call an ambulance or something?"

"Ugh. No, I'm fine, but I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a couple of days." Yes, I mean days, not weeks, months, not even years. That's just the plus: I heal quickly.

"Days?! That'd take weeks, months even, to heal! Come on. I'll take you to the hospital."

Why is it that people always, always, ALWAYS, want to determine what I should and shouldn't do? It gets quite annoying after awhile. "No, I'm fine. Really. I just need a place to stay for a while, so if you don't mind, I'll stay at your place."

"Why my place? Don't you have your own house? And I just met you!"

"Which is exactly the reason why I should stay at your place since I don't know anyone else in this city." Check-and-mate. I love winning arguments.

"Fine. Ra knows Kaiba will chew my ear off for this."

At the name Kaiba, I would've done a spit take if I had something to drink.

"Wait, Kaiba?! As in, the actual, real-life Seto Kaiba?! That Kaiba?!" Anyone with half a brain cell knows who Seto Kaiba, the multi-billionaire, is.

"Yes, that Kaiba. He's my friend. I'm Atem Sennen, but you can call me Yami. All of my friends do."