This is my first story, and, um...well, here goes nothing. This is a Tori x Kite fanfic, otherwise known as Willshipping.

Comments and questions are welcome. Constructive criticism is fine, but no flames please.


"Yuma, seriously, I doubt anyone-much less you-can jump over those 20 boxes," Tori chided her best friend.

"Just you wait Tor! I'm gonna be the 1st person to ever do it. Nothing can stop me when I'm feeling the flow!" he cheered throwing his fist in the air. Tori giggled at her friend's antics. He smiled at her, but soon his face turned into a frown. "Nothing, except for Kite…" Yuma mentally trailed off. The said duelist almost defeated Yuma which would have meant that Yuma would have lost all his numbers and his alien friend, Astral. Kite was an elite duelist and excellent strategist. Whatever strategy Yuma or Astral tried to come up with, Kite would make a better one and destroy them. And as long as he tries to help Astral gain his memory back, Yuma would have to battle Kite once again. That lone thought made Yuma lose all of his flow… well what he had left.

"Yuma are you okay?" Tori asked him, worry coloring her tone. Yuma realized that he got wrapped up in his thoughts and quickly tried to cover his fear in front of Tori.

"Of course Tori, remember? No one can get me down as long as I feel the flow!" Yuma yelled, trying to sound convincing. Tori didn't buy it, but she decided to drop the subject anyway. Yuma would come clean when he was ready to. They walked home together and split off at the intersect dividing their homes.

"Bye Yuma!" Tori called out to her friend as she turned a corner.

"Bye Tor!" Yuma responded as he headed straight, towards his house. Yuma held the smile until Tori was gone and he walked the rest of the way to his home, without a single gleam in his eyes.

As Tori unlocked the door to her home she called out to her mother. "I'm home! Mom?" She received no response. She began to worry and searched the house. Seeing no one home, she finally called her mother's office to see if she was going to be late, but the receptionist said that she had left already. She was just about to call the police, when she noticed a note left on the kitchen table. She picked it up and began to read it aloud:

"Dear Tori,

I have left and am not coming back. Your father and I have hidden something from you for too long. We both loved you with all of our hearts, but the truth was eating away at us until it ended up consuming your father and he died in that car crash because he was distracted with his thoughts of you. We are not your parents. The truth is Tori, our real daughter, Kotori, died at birth. Then, a stranger came to us and gave us you. He gave us a card that resembled and older you and the man changed your appearance to make you look like our daughter would have. He told us to take care of you until we believed that you should know the "truth". We never knew what the man meant. We raised you, pretending that we were your parents. Tori, we now realize what the man meant. You are now the same age as you appear in the card. Tori, are a number. Your real name is Number 51, Daybreak Aurora, and after you have finished reading this letter, your appearance will change to what it was originally.

I thank you, Tori, well Aurora, for being our little girl for all this time, but I had to let you know eventually. I'm sorry.

Kotori's Mom"

The letter fell out of Tori's hands as she slumped down to the wooden floor on her knees. She was too shocked to even cry. She re-read the letter and noticed the words "your appearance will change" and she quickly ran to her bedroom to see her appearance on her full-bodied mirror.

The first thing she noticed was that her eyes changed color from a warm hazel-orange to a bright sky blue. She had golden hair that flowed to her thighs and she was wearing a dress. It was a long sleeved, collared, light blue dress that went just above her knees. It had a white collar with a piece of loose fabric that drifted with the slight breeze she caused when rushing to her room. The long sleeves had ribbons tied to the ends where a short sleeved one would end. The dress was somewhat tight down to her stomach, where the skirt began. The skirt was dark blue, had straps that went from the front to her shoulders and connected to the back of the skirt and flowed out and consisted of many frilly the skirt she was wearing sky blue leggings. Her hair was held together into twin ponytails on top of her head by two white bows. However, the most astonishing part about her new image was that she had two snow white wings growing out of her back.

Aurora walked back several steps and fell back onto her bed. She rolled over onto her back and she cried. She was a number and her "mother" had just abandoned her. What was she supposed to do now? She hoped to fall asleep mid-way through her crying, but she didn't. That's when she realized she no longer could.

Numbers don't sleep- ever.


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