Hello! Tsuriai here! This is the Gift of Honesty, my second fic here on fanfiction! I hope you like it! (I use too many exclamation points T-T)

Disclaimer: (sighs mournfully) I don't own yugioh, even though I dearly wish I could.

OK! On with the fic!

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Chapter one

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The brown haired girl sat at her favourite chair, the recliner, in front of her second-favourite activity provider: the television set. She was wrapped up in a large red blanket that she preferred over all others; it was heavy and fuzzy and therefore very warm. She should rightfully be in school at this moment, but she got sick Monday night and was still feverish and delirious, three days later. Her teachers and friends had called to ask if she was all right: she had never become this sick before. But her mother always reassured them that the fever never got above 101º and they were relieved.

But the girl wasn't. The fever had made her so weak that she could barely focus on the screen, which distressed her. On the TV right then was Yu-Gi-Oh, and it was an episode she hadn't seen before. What saddened her more was the fact that she couldn't keep her eyes open enough to read; her most favourite activity. Fanfiction reading was out-of-bounds for her current concentration skills. (A/N: gasp! Nooo! The poor thing!)

Having nothing to do, and feeling as if she would never get better, she started to cry. And when the first tear fell onto her lap an amazing thing happened. She started to feel better. She blinked and looked at her hand, where the tear fell, and thought that the further dehydration of her body dispelled all sickness her white blood cells were trying to eradicate. Such a thing, she thought, could only make sense if brought on by magic. But magic or no, she had to check her temperature.

Jumping up, she was surprised to find that she didn't become dizzy. She rushed to the bathroom and retrieved the electric thermometer. She wanted to be as accurate as possible. Putting a cover on it she pressed the button, put it under her tongue, and crossed her fingers.

Five minutes, and about twenty beeps later, the thermometer beeped three times, signaling its completion of temp taking.

She drew the thing out of her mouth, took a large breath in, and looked at the temperature reading in the little window.

"98.6!" she shouted, startling her cat. "Willow Anne Palmer, you are a miracle worker!" she started making her way to the phone, to call her mother, and stopped, thinking aloud. "If I call my mom now, she'll want me to go to school. So, I just won't call her."

And with that she made her way to the computer, passing by the grandfather clock whose hands pointed to 9:05. (Hooky!)

Willow flipped the switch to turn on the computer and drummed her fingers on the chair as she waited for it to boot up. When that was finished she opened the Internet window so it could go online. As it was dialing she went into the living room to get her blanket and settled it on her shoulders before sitting down again. The homepage started loading, but a little too slowly for her taste.

So she started messing with the monitor. She made it brighter and darker, with less and more contrast, and then started turning it on and off. One of the times it was off she thought she saw a person other than herself reflected on the glass. She turned the chair around quickly, hoping no one was there, and saw a faded out version of Malik Ishtar in her brother's room in front of her.

Willow jumped up from the chair, keeping her blanket on her, as the washed-out Malik started walking towards her slowly. She pinched her arm as a test and was rewarded with a sharp pain. "I'm not dreaming. How is this happening?"

The faded Malik cocked his head to the side cutely, as if trying to make out what she was saying, to no avail. Then his hair started to spike up and his eyes narrowed, telltale signs that his yami was taking over. This spelled trouble.

Willow started to back up and realized that the chair was right behind her. Marik was getting even closer now. She reached out her arms saying, "No. Stay away." But he kept coming closer. By now he was too close for her to run away from.

When her hands should have passed through him they met cloth and flesh, even though Willow could still see through him. She blinked in surprise and looked into his lavender eyes just before she blacked out and fell into the chair.

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When she came to, Willow was still in the chair, but everything seemed different. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, trying to figure out what it was when it hit her. Things around her were less detailed, less real, almost as if they were drawn....

She looked down at her hand and discovered that she was drawn-looking herself. That's when she started panicking.

She ran into the bathroom near the computer and looked into the mirror. Her face was blemish-free and her eyes were larger.

"I'm anime." She said and then realized what she said a moment later as she looked down at her waist and saw that she was much skinnier. Then her stomach growled and, true as can be, a sweatdrop formed behind her head in the mirror when she remembered she hadn't eaten yet that day.

After eating (grilled cheese sandwiches are so much easier to make in anime!), Willow went back to the computer to see if it still functioned like it did in the real world. And it did, bringing up some really cute pictures of Malik people had drawn. One of them was a chibi, with its head to one side in a quizzical manner. It was well drawn and very cute, but Willow couldn't quite place where she had seen it before. So she printed it out in hopes that she would remember later. When the printer dropped it onto the receiving tray Willow picked it up and started studying it, spinning in the chair.

She stopped spinning, however, when she got dizzy and felt like she was going to be sick. As it was, the way she stopped, her back was to the computer and she was facing the place where Malik was a short while ago. She held up the picture and gasped, remembering the look on his face just before he went dark.

When she brought the paper down she saw that the rod in the chibi Malik's hand had the eye facing forward, and there seemed to be a speck of glitter in the center of it. She tried to wipe the speck away, but it wouldn't move. And it seemed to be getting bigger. "Who ever heard of glitter growing?" she said aloud to no one in particular, as the 'glitter' took up the whole page and then filled her vision.

When the light went away everything seemed harsher, and darker, too. Willow looked around her and it dawned on her that she wasn't anime anymore.

"Was that all a dream?" she said, but a moment later saw her plate from lunch and the picture of Malik (with no glitter) on the floor. "No. It couldn't have been but then... what just happened?"

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Ha Ha! Cliffhanger! Bwahahahahahahaha! R&R please and thank you!