Khimara-Cho: This is my first ever story that I'm publishing and I hope you enjoy it. I would never of been able to get my idea for this story if it weren't for Badass Boyfriend which is the best YGO fic I've read so far!

Disclaimer: Khimara-Cho does not own YU-GI-OH! Or any of the characters in it.

Khimara-Cho: ah yes, Kazuki Takahashi owns YGO. Enjoy.

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My Mother drove me to the station, kissed me, and said that if I ever needed her that I should just call her and she'd be right there to pick me up and take me home. I was going to stay at my Father's, this time permanently. My Mother wasn't very happy about that. He'd had a one-night-stand and was now living with another girl, a few years younger than him that I did not know. My mother was leaving now, and I suddenly felt alone, like I do in my nightmares. I started to wonder if I should be doing this, going to see my father. From what Mother explained he liked drinking. In fact, he'd get drunk at least one day each week. I was starting to think whether I'd done the right thing...

I realised it was too late to turn back now, I'd already told my Father I was coming and he would go berserk if I turned down his offer, right at the last minute. I plucked up my courage, and headed to the train. I made sure that I knew when my stop was, and took out a book to read. I was tired, so I rested my head on my hand and fell into a peaceful sleep.

I jerked upright, I'd just remembered that I was on a train and had no idea which stop I was on. Suddenly the intercom kicked in;

"Next stop is Domino station." I sighed with relief, this was my stop. I gathered my things, which were just a small suitcase with a handful of clothes. I wasn't one to get attached to things, but mixed in with the clothes was a picture of me, my Father and my Mother before he'd gone and betrayed Mum. They had divorced soon after, leaving me to stay with my Mother. I'd hardly ever seen my Father. I'd seen videos of him and Mother but never in person. He was like a figure of imagination, but somehow he existed.

I got off my stop, carrying my things, when a young man tripped me over. Then I heard a cold yet beautiful voice, a voice who was sticking up for me. I heard the man that had tripped me over run away, and I felt a hand grab my waste, not in a wanting way, but an I-want-to-help-you way. I blushed, allowing him to pull me up with those manly hands. One of his hands slipped and touched my breast, but pulled back a few seconds later, realising. I wanted that hand back, it just felt... right, I guess. Then I heard the voice that I heard on one of the tapes I had watched about Dad, and I immediately knew what he was going to say. He always judged things to quickly, as Mother had said.

"Get your filthy hands off of my daughter!" There was no mistaking it, it was my Father.

"I was just helping her up. Good bye." I was intrigued by his voice, trying to keep it in my head. Playing it over and over again. He then helped me up the last bit, and then went the opposite way. I only caught a glimpse of the cloak he was wearing, a long white cloak, and his briefcase.

"You should never let boys touch you all over like that. It's almost as though you were willing to let him."

"Father, he was hel-" I was interrupted as he continually gave me a lecture about letting boys touch me all over when he was the one that had a one-night stand. I sighed, and pretended to listen as we got into the car to head home.

His house was bigger than I expected, much bigger. In fact, it was only a tiny bit smaller than a mansion. I wondered how he got all the money, and also how protective he'd be if I brought friends round – especially boys. Still I could not get the voice and feel of the stranger out of my mind. His hands were so soft, yet harsh. And manly. Oh, so manly. I wanted them. I felt myself drawn to them... I wanted them on my body again...

I shook the thoughts away, trying to concentrate of not falling down – uh, up – the steps to his house.

"Father, how did you get this much money?" It sounded weird, almost as though I didn't believe it was his house.

"Business darling. I work in a successful company. And, my new wife has tons," He said winking at me.

I was shocked, he had a new wife already? It had been 11 years though, but did he marry her for her money? Or body?



He showed me to my room. Well, when I say showed, he told me where my room was. On the top floor three doors on the right. His was two floors down, first door on the left. My room was huge, with shelves, draws and a huge wardrobe. I unpacked my stuff fairly quickly, seeing as I had only brought a few clothes and put them all in their assigned places, just like with Mum. My Underwear went in their separate draws, my trousers hung up on one side of the wardrobe, and my tops on the other. I was wondering whether my Father would let me spend some of his money on more clothes, a girl needs a full wardrobe right? I slumped back on my bed, and almost immediately fell into a deep, peaceful, sleep.

I dreamt I was reliving the events that happened today, however instead of just helping me up, the mysterious man kissed me (and I still didn't know what he looked like), and then I appeared in his house... and we were alone in his bedroom...

Once again I shook the thoughts from my mind and had a glance at the time. I had plenty of time to get dressed and ready. I pulled on a dressing gown and headed downstairs. No-one was there. I decided to head into the Kitchen and get myself some cereal. It was still quiet, very quiet. Then someone came down the stairs, a woman in her mid-30s.

"Hello there, who are you? You must be Kisara." Her voice was sweet, but sounded as though she had been drinking something, but not alcohol.

"Yes, that's me."

"Here, let me get you some breakfast. And don't worry with the cereal. I'll cook you a fry up." This felt strange, me and Mother had only had a fry-up when it was a special occasion or we were on holiday. As she brushed past me, I could feel her silk gown brush past on my arms. It was so smooth... just like the Man's hands...

No.

I must stop myself, block him from my mind.

"I'll drive you to school. Your father Mat told me you had someone feeling you over, already! How old are you? 17? What did the boy look like?" I must've blushed, because she laughed and continued, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I was the same as you when I was your age."

"Actually, he was just helping me up, but his hand slipped. Someone else tripped me over and he helped me up. I only spotted his cape." She smiled, I liked her. She was sweet, almost as nice as Mother. I was sure we could get along. She served up my, rather big, breakfast and handed to me on a tray.

"Wow, I feel like royalty here." I said, smiling.

"You're Joe's daughter, you are royalty to me." Every passing second I talked to her I liked her more and more.

I finished my breakfast, then went back upstairs to get washed and ready for the day ahead of me. I was heading to a new school, and I wanted to make a good impression. Just as I was ready and heading downstairs to see my new, uh, step-mother, my father popped out of the bathroom with a towel on scratching his head. His towel got caught on the door and fell down. I sweatdropped, something I'd rather not see on my first day of school. I rushed past him, not looking back. Then I headed outside to the car to see my step-mother inside.

"Sorry, I never caught your name. What was it again?" I asked. I didn't want to walk around calling her 'step-mother all the time, it would remind me of Cinderella.

"Sarah is my name. Your Dad and I met while we were in England. So, off to your new school? Just give me a ring on your phone if you need anything." I nodded, not needing to know the complete chronicles of how Sarah and My father met.

When we got to the school, we mumbled 'Good bye' and I headed off to the office, saying I was the new kid. The lady in the office gave me a timetable for my lessons and pointed me in the direction I needed to go in. She acted as though she had better things to do then be here, well, all of us do.

As I walked through the corridors, I saw a friend that had moved away quite recently.

"Anzu! Oh my Gosh it's you!" We hugged tightly, then she introduced me to her 'boyfriend'.



"Yugi, this is Kisara. We were friends way back when, until I moved." Yugi held out his hand for me to shake and I shook his back. Then, we headed to class.

When we walked past the lunch hall, I noticed a familiar white cloak being taken off and replaced with a blue one. I recognised the brief case as well, this couldn't be!

Could this be the boy I've been thinking about the past two days?

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Khimara-Cho: Wow, I think that went pretty well for my first Fanfic. Sorry for leaving it on a cliff hanger, though.

Shon: -strangles- Make the next chapter NOW! –puts on innocent face- Remember to R&R, and maybe the next chapter will come earlier!