A/N: After my first failure at my Yugioh 5ds fanfic I decided to make a better version of it. So anyone who read the first version please read this new and improved version and also I made major changes hell, I changed the whole story idea except Aki is still going to be her evil self. So unless there are any questions let's get on with the story.

P.S: Yes I'm still continuing Misfortunes I just want to get this story started because the idea wouldn't .ALONE. Enjoy!

P.S.S: This whole story is in Aki's POV.

P.S.S.S: Damn I keep forgetting everything in this story there is no dueling but, there are going to be duel monsters unless further notice. Now let me just make sure I didn't forget anything else good now enjoy the story.

Chapter 1

How Did I Get Here?

It's a beautiful Saturday morning, the typical Saturday morning where people would mostly go on dates, hang out with friends and family or just plainly sleep in until the afternoon. Infact on this kind of morning you want to be out at the beach, the mall of park so why am I here?

"Aki, honey please talk me and I promise will go home right now," my mom pleaded.

She's been trying to get me to tell her my "little" problem for days and I always give her the same answer "I'm fine." In honesty though I'm far from fine for the past few days I been having nightmares and all those nightmares are the same thing. Me becoming my greatest fear: The Black Rose Witch. In my dreams I see myself dressed in my old witch costume and using my psychic powers to hurt other people and everytime I wake up from my dreams I find myself I can't go back to sleep and you can tell by the bags under my eyes.

"Aki I know there's something bothering you and you're afraid to tell me," my mom confirmed.

She's right I am afraid to tell because if I tell her or dad for that matter they'll be afraid of me all over again. I finally warmed up to my parents and I love again so because of that I didn't want to bring up anything that involves the old me or my powers especially since I don't even have them anymore. I'm finally a normal and I don't want to ruin that.

"Mom, there is nothing to tell everything is fine," I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"I wish you would stop telling me that," she sighed.

"I wish I could stop telling you it."

I wasn't in the best of moods and who would be when you're at therapy in a waiting room waiting for a therapist. My mom believes talking to a stranger will make me feel better but, she's wrong I didn't need counseling, I didn't need any of this. The nightmares will go away at least I hope they will.

"Aki I'm just concern whatever secret you're hiding it's obvious it's hurting you and I don't want to see you hurt," she said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Aki Izayoi!" a woman called from the desk.

I took a deep breath as I rose up from my chair and headed to the door without a glance to my mom. I came to a door with my counselor's name on it and went in. The office was not that different from a principle's office minus the anything school related.

"Take a seat," a gruff voice that obviously a man me commanded from the chair that was facing the window.

I did as I told and waited in silence for him to speak.

"Now Aki I hear you been distant with parents why is that?" he asked, turning his chair around to face me.

To describe him he is the perfect example of an middle-aged man. Before I could answer him there was a knock at the door.

"Enter."

It opens and in comes my mother who has an anxious look on her face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but, I think it might be better if I stay here with my daughter, I don't want her getting nervous or anything," she claimed.

I knew she was lying. She wanted the truth that badly. Even if I tell her she wouldn't be able to handle the truth. She took her seat next to mine giving me a smile but, I just ignored her.

"That's quite alright I just finished asking Aki a question," he said.

"A question I refuse to answer," I snapped.

"Aki!"

"It's okay Mrs. Izayoi I dealt with these things many times before," the counselor said in a matter-of-fact tone.

One thought went through my mind: How did I get here?