Pieces Of Us: A Yu Gi Oh! Fanfiction
By: Storychan
A/N: This is just an idea I came up with on a whim. I hope it hasn't been done too many times before! I've tried to avoid making Sagi-chan a Mary Sue, at least. I want to give a BIG thank you to my friend TheNuttyAuthor for beta reading this for me! Your edits were a huge help. ^_^
Anyway, readers, I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!
-Storychan
The dream is always the same. I've had it at least once a week for a month now.
A whip strikes my back. "Kisara, run!" I plead as pain courses through my body. "I'll be ok, just run!"
Who's Kisara? I wonder. Why is she so important to me?
"No!" a girl with ice-blue eyes and snow-white hair cries. Is she Kisara? "Sagira, I won't leave you! Leave her alone!" she pleads to a man with cruel eyes.
She's talking to me, but she keeps calling me Sagira. That's not my name. I'm Sagiko. Ryuya Sagiko. I'm just an ordinary girl.
"Why should I?" The man smirks. "You two will fetch a pretty profit on the slave market."Slave market? What is he talking about? "Don't you dare try to run away, either, or my men will kill you."
Leering goons with scimitars surround us. I realize that they're all dressed like Ancient Egyptians. Why am I dreaming of Egypt? I'm from Japan. "S-Sagira, we have to do something!" Kisara cries.
Dammit, my name is Sagiko.
"Don't do it," I plead with her. "Kisara, no."
What am I asking her not to do? I don't understand. All I know is that there is something she can do that can save us. Something secret. But for some reason, I don't want her to do it. I know that if she does...whatever it is, something terrible will happen.
The lead slave trader raises his whip to strike Kisara. Instinctively, I jump in the path of the lash. My blood spatters the scorching sand. Kisara screams, and then everything fades to black.
Why do I sacrifice myself for her every time? Who is she? What secret is she hiding, and why don't I want those men to know about it?
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I wake up with a start, my blood-red eyes staring at the ceiling of the room I share with my cousin Manami. My long, jet-black hair is strewn against the pillow behind me. I fumble for the light switch beside my bed. Manami groans. "What's going on, Sagiko?" she grumbles, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "It's three o'clock in the morning."
"It's nothing." I shake my head, switching the lights back off again. "I had a nightmare."
"You've been having a lot of those this last month or so." Manami frowns, concerned. "Are you sure you're ok, Sagiko?"
"Yeah," I assure her. "I'm sorry for waking you."
"It's fine," she shrugs. "I only went to bed a little while ago. I was up Googling dueling tournaments I thought we could try entering." Dueling isn't something Manami or I really love. It's something we do to make money and pay the bills.
See, I'm an orphan. My parents died in a car wreck when I was in fifth grade, and I went to live with my aunt and uncle. Manami's parents. We lived in the same town, and were best friends as well...so child services thought it was best for me to live with them. Manami's mom, my Aunt Chouko, took me in like I was her own. But when we were in our freshmen year of high school, she got cancer and passed away.
Uncle Takumi's been grieving ever since. He's still able to do his job as a book editor, but he forgets a lot of stuff. Like bills.
Me and Manami? We're like sisters. Uncle Takumi decided that our hometown reminded him too much of Aunt Chouko this year. So the three of us moved to Domino City. Tomorrow, Manami and I are starting our sophomore year at Domino High. I really shouldn't be missing sleep dreaming about strange white-haired girls. Whoever Kisara is, she isn't my family. Manami is.
"Since you're awake," Manami says, "I guess I'll give you this now." She pulls something out from under her pillow. It's a pack of Duel Monsters cards!
"I bought it from Kame Game Shop yesterday," Manami smiles. "It's a new-schoolyear present!"
"Manami-chan, you shouldn't have," I frown. "We need to save money for rent. You know that your dad's going to forget again…"
"Sagiko-chan, come on," Manami replies. "We deserve something nice once in a while. Besides, who knows, if we get some powerful cards, maybe we'll win more tournaments and then we'll have even more rent money."
"Fair enough," I nod, and take the pack. It's the standard kind you can get for a few hundred yen. I open the foil uncertainly. A stack of cards falls out. They're mostly common ones I already have in my deck: Pot of Greed. Polymerization. Monster Reborn. But at the very back of the pile, something sparkles. I pick it up.
"No way!" Manami cries. "Sagiko, there's no way that card is what I think it is!"
My jaw is hanging open as I read the name on the card: Blue Eyes White Dragon.
"There were only four Blue Eyes White Dragons ever made!" Manami cries. "Sagiko, what are the chances that you'd find one?"
The chances are a million to one. I squint more closely at the card to make sure it's real. It looks like it is.
"It's got to be fate!" Manami declares, grinning.
"Fate?" I blink. "That's stupid. I don't believe in fate and destiny."
"You got a better explanation?" Manami retorts. "Look at it, Sagiko! It's so beautiful!"
"Yeah...I guess." I'm never this lucky. I bring the card right up to my face, and that's when I hear a voice, clear as crystal, calling out to me. Sagira, it says. Sagira, help me.
"My name's not Sagira!" I cry. But someone has called me that before. The girl from my nightmares. Kisara.
"Sagiko, who are you talking to?" Manami blinks.
"Nobody," I snap. I'm the only who hears this voice. I must be losing my mind. Or imagining things. Maybe I'm just sleep-deprived. I crawl back into bed, hoping that's all it is.
But then I hear the phantom voice again.
Find the other pieces of my soul, it whispers.
"What?" I mutter, softly, so Manami won't hear. "K…Kisara?" I call. But the card doesn't answer. Of course it doesn't. It's just a card. Cards can't talk. I'm obviously just hearing things because I'm not sleeping right. And Kisara is just a dream. This is ridiculous. I shake my head and try to fall back asleep.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%"Kisara!" I hear myself calling. "Kisara, where did you go?"
I'm wandering through the streets of a city that looks thousands of years old. I stop and stare at myself in a puddle. My skin is tan and I'm wearing a tattered brown tunic. In reality, I'm pale and I never wear brown. This can't be me. But it looks so much like me.I don't understand what's happening. I look at my wrists and see there are marks on them, like I was in chains.
"That's her, the slave girl!" someone calls. "She escaped!" He's pointing to me. But that can't be right.
"Catch her, she's my property! I just bought her!" the man calls, and suddenly I'm running for my life. I hide in an alleyway. I jump when I realize there's someone in this hiding space already.
"Kisara!" I recognize. "Thank goodness! You escaped too!" Wait, escaped? What am I saying?
"Actually, I didn't. There was a boy…h-he saved me," Kisara says breathlessly. "His name's Set, and he…" She pauses. "Why are you crying, Sagira?"she asks.
I try to say I'm not crying and I'm not Sagira, but these memories I know aren't mine are taking over. I don't understand why, and I can't stop it. All I can do is feel the memories and watch. Like I always do.
"That boy shouldn't have had to save you. I should've been there, Kisara, I'm sorry."
"It's ok," Kisara whispers, brushing her snow-white hair out of her face and looking at me lovingly. "I'm safe now, and so are you, Sagira, so don't be sad. We'll be ok."
"But what about him?" I wonder. "What do you think those men will do to him for helping us?"
Kisara's eyes widen. "Y-you don't think they'll…."
"We can't worry about that right now," I remind. "We need to get out of town before we get caught again."
"No,"
"What?" Kisara has always been soft-spoken, shy. Not headstrong and fierylike me. She always defers to my decisions. She knows I can take care of us. She's never spoken to me like this before.
Wait, where all these memories coming from? This isn't my life. This isn't real. Whose memories are these?
"No," she repeats determinedly. "I….I won't leave him!" I catch the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
"Oh my Ra," I realize. "You like him."
She stares down at the ground and doesn't reply.
"You barely even know him!" I chide. "He helped you once, and now you're willing to pick him over me? Your sister? Kisara, I've been here for you our whole life!"
Sister? No, I don't even have a sister! My cousin Manami is like my sister, but...that's different. What kind of crazy dream is this?
"They'll hurt him," Kisara says simply. "Sagira, are you really ok with that?"
"What I'm not ok with is something bad happening to you," I argue. "What if someone tries to hurt you?"
"I'll become the dragon," Kisara decides. "Sagira, our powers can help us."
Become…a dragon? What is this girl talking about? And did she say ourpowers? As in, I can turn into a dragon too? She's crazy. I'm only human. We both are…right?
"You could burn this whole city down if you're not careful!" I warn.
"That's a chance I have to take."
"Kisara, no!"
She runs away from me, runs straight back to the slave traders' camp. We hide behind a palm tree and eavesdrop on their conversation.
"That little rat!" I hear the man who whipped me say. "I'll show him!" He brandishes a torch.
"Sagira," Kisara whispers frantically. "Sagira, what is he going to do with that?"
"I don't know," I whisper back. "Let's get out of here." Is she stupid, I wonder, running right back to the men who planned to sell us as dancing girls or worse? If they see us, they'll capture us again, and this time no sorcerer-boy will come save us. My heart pounding, I wonder if I may have to become the dragon after all, if it comes to that.
Seriously? These aren't my thoughts. I can't turn into a dragon. This is nuts.
But then the slaver takes off in the other direction, and Kisara is trailing after him secretly. I follow, knowing that if the man realizes we're tailing him, he'll kill us both.
But he doesn't notice us. Instead, he walks into a small house at the edge of the street. I hear screaming inside, and then the place goes up in flames.
"He's burning Set's home!" Kisara realizes. "He's destroying his home and killing his family for…..for helping me!" She starts crying. "This is my fault. I've brought Set so much pain. I…I destroy everything I touch!"
"That's not true," I tell her, trying to calm her down. We need to run, flee before the flames enveloping Set's household reach us, too, but I can't drag Kisara out of there, because suddenly her eyes are flashing electric blue.
"Kisara, don't!" I beg.
"I'll avenge him!" Kisara cries. "I'll make those men pay for what they did to Set, and for what they did to you, Sagira!"
"Kisara!" I shriek, but it's too late. My sister's body-No, she's not my sister, who is she? - is enveloped in white light, and then her gentle blue eyes change to cold reptilian ones. Her soft skin becomes shining white scales and her hands, the ones that bandaged my wounds from the whip just a little while ago so tenderly, sharpen into claws.
This isn't Kisara anymore. This is the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% "What the hell?" I cry as I wake up again. This time, Manami is snoring and doesn't wake up. Good. I'd hate to wake her. She's already been roused by my stupid insomniac ramblings once tonight.
I feel the card Manami gave to me earlier still pressed into my hand. The Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Did I seriously find this card? There are only four in the world...and good luck has never found me before in my life. Did I seriously just dream that some girl called Kisara called me her sister – Sagira - and then turned into this card? That's...crazy, I think. But then…why does it feel so real?
This isn't the first night this Kisara girl has showed up in my nightmares. But I always thought she was just a dream. She has to be….right? She told me I could become a dragon, too. Which dragon? I wonder. Thousand Dragon? Harpy's Pet Dragon? What was I? No, not me. Sagira. Then I shake my head. No, I was never a dragon, or a girl called Sagira. I'm Ryuya Sagiko. I'm me. I'm losing it.
I sink back in my bed, hoping to let the oblivion of sleep take me as I close my eyes and yawn. I don't want to have the nightmare continue. Yet I somehow know it will…
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Just as I thought...the second half of my nightmare. I should've known this would happen. Why can't I have normal dreams tonight?
I can tell many years have passed. I'm wandering through the ancient city again, and once again, I'm calling out Kisara's name. "Kisara! It's me, Sagira!"
No. No, I'm not Sagira, I'm Sagiko. Stop. What's wrong with me?
I run to the rooftop of a building and then I see her, two stories below, and I'm screaming. She's on the ground, she's bleeding and they're throwing rocks at her.
"Monster!" someone cries. "She's a monster! She turns into an evil dragon! She's cursed! Kill her!"
I start running down the stairs toward her. "Sagira!" I hear her crying. But by the time I reach the ground, the angry mob has dispersed and she's gone. In the distance, too far to chase, I see a tall man in blue robes riding away with her on a horse.
"Who is that?" I cry. "Where is he taking her?"
"That's Priest Set," someone says. "He's taking her to the palace."
Then suddenlyI'm banging on some door. I think some more time has passed. It's not the same day anymore.
"Let me in, let me in!" I beg. "I need to see Kisara! She's my sister!"
"You're here to see Kisara?" a woman with a glittering golden necklace frowns. "I'm so sorry."
"W-what?"
She leads me to a courtyard where, etched on a tablet, is the Blue Eyes White Dragon.
"They sealed her ka here after she died saving Set," the woman explains.
"No." I cry. "No. Kisara! No!"
Then, I hear her voice. It's coming from the tablet. "Sagira. Sagira, my sister. I will serve him in this form now. I will choose to save Set again. I'm sorry."
I hear myself scream. And then the scene changes again.
"Zorc Necrophades is attacking!" someone is screaming. "He's going to kill us all!"
I see my body lying on the ground. My black hair strewn out all around me. My red eyes empty. I see my reflection in a vase I'd been carrying when I was struck down. The reflection of what I somehow know is my ba, the part of my spirit that's already fading away. But then another part of rises from my battered body, and something in me identifies it as my ka. It's a giant black creature with claws and wings and fiery red reptilian eyes. And I realize I've seen it before, but it can't be. I can't be…the Red Eyes Black Dragon?!
"That dragon!" I heard a familiar voice cry, and the man in the blue robes comes into view. Set. I can see his face now clearly. His eyes are azure, and the hair peeking out of his headdress is brown. "That dragon," he cries, "looks so much like…." Then, he sees my body. My face, that I suddenly realize looks so much like Kisara's. "No." he says, sounding like he's in shock. "A…twin? She had a twin?"
WHAT? Me, Kisara's twin? There's no way...right? Of course there's no way! Kisara isn't real! None of this is real! I don't even know why I'd imagine myself as Red Eyes Black Dragon!
But Set continues. "We must drive the dark forces back," he says. Another man appears, riding a noble steed. His hair is spiked with pink, black, and yellow. There's no way someone like that could exist in real life, right? "Pharoah!" Set calls. "My dearest friend! I think I may have found a way to save us all! We must seal the Red Eyes Black Dragon as the Blue Eyes White Dragon was sealed! We need the power of thatka!"
The last thing I feel is the sensation that I'm being separated from a piece of my soul.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% "Sagiko, wake up!" I hear Manami cry, and then I'm back in my room, where things make sense. "We overslept!" she cries. "We're going to be late for school!"
"Crap!" I cry, tearing off my nightgown and throwing on my pink and blue school uniform. Tardiness to school, I think. Now THERE is something I should worry about. Not crazy dreams about crazy Ancient Egyptian people that don't exist. Yeah, right. Set. What kind of name is that?
I'm not Sagira, I remind myself. I'm Sagiko. I don't have a dead sister named Kisara; I have a living one named Manami. And I'm certainly not Red Eyes Black Dragon. The world where Sagira and Kisara and Set exist is simply a recurring dream. It's time to return to reality. But as Manami and I dash out the door, I stuff my Blue Eyes White Dragon card into my pocket. I'm not even sure why. It just seems important.
We just barely make it to the train, and I try to just sit down and try to clear my head. But then the train takes a sharp turn and I fall over. My Blue Eyes is knocked out of my pocket onto the traincar floor. A man picks it up and hands it back to me as I stand. Then I gasp, because the face of the man in the long blue coat standing before is one I know all too well. One I'd hoped was only a nightmare.
"…Set?"
"You must have me mistaken for someone else, Ryuya-san," the man drawls arrogantly. He then smirks, looking like he expects me to recognize him from somewhere other than my nightmares. "My name is Kaiba Seto."
I stare at him in shock. H-how does this guy know my name? We've never even met before!