Hey everyone, Crystal Magician Princess signing on yet again with another story for you. It took me time and alot of dead ends to come up with the right plot for this story, but I finally got it down. Hope you all will enjoy reading it. Also, this story will be a little similar to the anime 'Tsubasa Chronicles' which I also do not own. It's a very cool anime if anyone hasn't watched it. I got the idea of this story from it actually.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Summary: All of his life, he has considered himself a loner; growing up without any real friends. On his way home from work one night, he comes across a woman being attacked, but she's not an ordinary woman. Who is she and what are these mysterious forces she possesses?

WARNING: This story is rated M for mature audiences. Some scenes will include language, angst, violence, supernatural forces, attempted suicide, romance, and sexual content. Please, for those of you who are not comfortable to any of the genres above, DO NOT READ! Thank-you, now I present you all with the first chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It's funny sometimes...how your life can turn out. Some can turn out for the better, some turn for the worse. Some lives don't even turn out the way you expect them too. Me? I don't know which one I classify in. I can't say that I had the greatest life when I was a kid...because I didn't...and as I grew, it STILL wasn't all peaches and creme. Why, you ask? Well, that's apart of my story. And this story about my life...involves a girl. No, not your average, everyday girl. This girl is like no other girl I have ever met and no, I'm not trying to sound like something from a damn cheesy, romance film...but she truly is an amazing woman. Don't believe me? Well, I don't blame you...because I don't think I believe it myself, but I will tell you.

Oh, my name you ask? It's Yami Moto.

This is my story.

Midnight...it was the same time every night that he was here at his job at the Domino Museum. All of the exhibits were closing down until the next day when more people would decide to come back for another tour. Yami Moto was walking around his part of the museum he was in charge of, the Egyptian exhibit, making sure everything was in order before he left for the night. His pace was slow and he had a emotionless look planted on his face. Yami loves his job at the museum, but this was not the reason for his mood. In fact, if it wasn't for this job, then Yami would be in a much worse state. He is what you call a loner; his whole life, he was placed in this category. Yami, however, didn't care. He got tired of making friends only to find that they stab him in the back. His life at home wasn't any better. His mother died when he was only a child and his father...well, his father didn't give a fuck about him. Yami and his father never got along. The man never loved his mother, she wasn't even in the ground a good five minutes and he went off to find a whore to take to his bed.

Since he didn't have any other living relatives, Yami had no choice but to put up with his no good father. He hated that man to a point where when he was twelve years old, he took a butcher knife and almost plunged it into his heart. Then...he thought of his mother. She wouldn't have wanted him to take another person's life away, no matter how much he didn't deserve it. It was four years later when he turned sixteen, that Yami had found a very, sacred box that belonged to his mother in the depths of his attic when he was cleaning one day. Inside the box, was a deed of his inheritance. What Yami could not figure out was why she hid this box? That's when it hit him. His mother would never keep this from him so it had to had been that lousy father of his. Well, that was the last straw. When his father went out for one of his drinking sprees, Yami planned his escape. He was not going to tolerate one more minute in a house with someone he hated because if he did, then he would be breaking his promise to his loving mother and killed this man. He already caused enough heartache.

Going to school was just as bad as living with his father. Yami had a worse time when it came to making friends. He remember overhearing a group of guys that were suppose to be his 'best friends' laughing behind his back about him being so gullible. The way they were talking made Yami so furious. He wasn't going to take that lying down. After those guys had their laughing fest, Yami came out from where he was hiding and took them all down...in a brutal fashion. So, to this day, Yami stayed as a loner; not letting anymore betraying people into his life. It was better this way, the only person he could trust was himself.

Now at the age of twenty-two, he made a life on his own without having his father or anyone else in the way. He didn't need people in his life to make him happy. He didn't need to be happy...period. Yami has his own place and he has been working in the museum for almost a year now. Yami came to the Domino Museum alot with his mother when he was a child and it was one of his favorite places he loved to visit when she was alive. So, taking a job here was like being close to her. The Egyptian exhibit was always their favorite. Yami loved hearing stories of past pharaohs and what it was like back in Ancient Egypt. It is such an amazing exhibit and he was honored to take the position of being in charge of it.

As Yami was continuing to look over everything, he couldn't help but glance at the stone tablets on the walls. He wondered what it was like back in those ancient times. How did the people live back then? What sort of things did the past pharaohs had to decide on? Yami's thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps coming his way. He turned around to see his boss coming inside. He was about 6'2, almost the same height as Yami who was 6'3 and he had chestnut brown hair with dark brown eyes. He was the one who gave Yami the job here at the musuem and Yami always appreciated it.

"Hey, you're still here, man? I thought you would have left by now." his boss said. Yami just shook his head slowly.

"I just wanted to make sure everything was in order before I left, Kenta." he said in a low voice. Kenta looked around seeing that everything was just that. In fact, he had to say everything was perfect.

"I see you already managed to do that. Yami...it's late, why don't you go on home? You work so hard, man you should get some rest." Seeing that his boss was right and not feeling up to a protest, Yami agreed with Kenta and prepared himself for his journey home. He grabbed his coat and muttered a quick goodbye as he walked out the large doors. Kenta stood behind watching as Yami slowly walked away.

"Man, I wonder if that guy ever smiles." he said in a concerning voice.

Yami stepped out of the large doors and into the brisk, night air. It was the middle of the fall season, a season that Yami loved the most. It wasn't too cold, but it was cold enough where he didn't have to see so many people walking around; people that he didn't have to worry about running into. He walked down the long flight of stairs feeling like he was the only person existing in this world. It didn't bother him in the least, this was how he wanted to live; alone. Since the day his mother was taken away from him, Yami was like this empty, walking shell. His heart was blocked off by all emotion. He didn't want to feel anything...no happiness, it was pointless to feel sadness, what was that going to do? Hope...well, he gave up on hope a long time ago. If Yami was feeling any emotion, it was only hate and rage for all of the years he had to put up with his drunken, bastard ass father and sneaky, backstabbing so called "friends".

Reaching at the bottom of the stairs, Yami walked over to his car preparing for the drive home. Turning the key in the ignition, the engine started, but Yami just sat behind the wheel for a few more seconds. Both of his hands were just resting on the steering wheel debating if he should go home or drive somewhere else. Looking down at his wrist watch, he noticed that time was really flying by, it was already half past midnight. So making the decision, Yami pulled out and drove around the city for a while before returning home.

The city was quiet, just the way Yami expected it to be. Hardly anyone was walking or driving tonight so it was easy to avoid anyone. Yami just drove around...not going to any place in particular, just somewhere he could clear his mind. Finally, after about a half hour, Yami stopped his car in front of a secluded bridge. Parking his car next to a tree, he stepped back out in the autumn air and walked his way slowly over to the bridge. He stood against the edge to look over the water. It was hard to see because it was dark, but Yami knew that the water was freezing cold. Flashbacks of the past came back to him again as he watched the water. The mocks and the harsh words he went through in school, the days coming home and finding his father laid out on the couch intoxicated, the death of his mother, her funeral, the woman his father brought home after the funeral and he couldn't do anything but watch.

Both of his hands were holding his head and his eyes were clenched shut as he tried to shake off the memories, but he couldn't...no matter how much he tried he just couldn't get rid of the images. He had to find a way of escaping...what can he do to remove these memories from his head? How can he get rid of the pain? And then...it suddenly hit him. He opened his eyes and looked out into the water. It was deep...very deep. He just kept staring at it; like these moving ripples were hypnotizing him. He was tired...living in this world alone, thinking about the past...he couldn't take it. So...this was the only way out. Placing his hands on the bridge, he slowly began to push himself off the ground until he was standing on the edge. Yami never took his eyes from the water. It looked so inviting to him...is this his way of escaping? Is this the right decision for him? Was he actually willing to kill himself? No one would ever know, he was alone. He had no family or friends that would think to look for him...because he was alone. No one would miss him...no one would think of him...at all...

'Why do I care? I chose to be alone, this is how I want it to be.' So, with his arms spread out, Yami prepared for the jump that would most likely take his life. His eyes closed not wanting see the fall, he started inching forward. His body was leaning and he didn't know whether to feel frightened or relieved that this would be the end of his life. That this would be the end of living in a world as if you were the only person that existed. There was nothing stopping him.

'Please, don't!'

Yami eyes snapped open and he quickly caught his balance before he went over the bridge. He took a few deep, quick breaths feeling sweat dripping down his face. Getting down from the bridge, Yami just leaned against it thinking about what he almost done. If it wasn't for that voice, Yami would have been...

Wait...

A voice?

But, who's voice was it?

Yami didn't know why, but he suddenly jumped in his car and drove away. He had to find out who's voice this was that just suddenly came to him. It sounded like a woman's voice, but who was it? Driving through the streets, he saw some figures running across the street as if they were chasing something. They were heading towards the alley up ahead. He needed to know what was happening, but why did he want to know? He shouldn't be caring if there was someone in danger because he had swore to himself that he would stay isolated.

Stopping at the entrance of the alley, Yami got out of the car slowly and quietly making sure that his presence wasn't know yet. He walked closer keeping his body pressed to the wall to hide himself. He could hear alot of cackling men and the whimpers of a girl. Taking a peek, Yami guessed correctly as he saw three guys towering over a a girl wearing a white, strapless dress which looked to be slight torn at the hem. She had chocolate brown, shoulder length hair and the purest blue eyes he's ever seen. She looked frightened and who could blame her? These men were about to do who knows what to her. Yami wasn't going to stand by and let them get away with it. He stepped out from hiding to face the men, but they didn't notice him standing there yet.

"Let's finish her off, boys. Not that we got her cornered, there's no way she can escape." The other two clowns just laughed and prepared to move forward to grab the girl. She started scooting back, but her back hit the wall and she was trapped.

"Touch her and you three will regret it." Yami said in a cold, monotone voice. The three stooges turned their heads when they heard Yami behind them. The leader of the three just scoffed arrogantly and smirked as he faced Yami.

"Oh look fellas, we got a hero on our hands. Aww, come to save her? Well, you can have her AFTER we have our fun with her." The guy turned back at the girl and ordered both of his goons to grab her by her arms. She was struggling, desperately trying to break free, but they held iron grips on her which was making her whimper in pain from how they were holding her so tight. Just as the leader was about to put his hands on the girl, he was pulled back by his jacket and slammed hard against the concrete wall. Then, he heard the deadliest hissing voice going into his ear.

"Look, I'm already in a pissed off mood and I hate having to keep repeating myself. Now, if you touch her with those fucking...filthy...disgusting hands of yours, I will easily tear your fucking guts out from the pit of your stomach. As a matter of fact, you don't deserve a second warning." Yami spun the guy around and punched him so hard in the face that the guy could have sworn he left his body for a second before going back into it. Yami felt good beating this guy to the ground. All of the rage he built up all of those years, he let it all out on this man. He wasn't going to use all of it though, he still had to offer some to the two who were holding the girl.

When Yami picked up the guy and threw him to over near a few trashcans, but as Yami was concentrating on beating the hell out the guy, he didn't notice that something was happening to the girl. She had her head down, her hair was blocking her face, the two goons, however DID notice the girl and what they saw made them shocked. Her body was shaking and a white light was forming around her. She was able to pull her arms out of their grips and with the force around her, the two goons were thrown to where their leader was laying. When he woke up from the pounding he just received, his eyes were like they were about to pop out of their sockets from what he was seeing. Snapping the other two out of it, the three of them hurried off to escape, but didn't get far because Yami was right in front of them again. Cracking his knuckles, he pulled his fist back and gave a triple punching to all three. They were knocked out cold.

Now that they were out of the way, Yami turned back to the girl who was now curled up in the corner. Her body was shaking still, but the white light was now fading from her. He wondered who this girl was. As he was moving closer to her, he could hear her sobbing silently. She looked as if she could break at any moment. She met his gaze and curled her body up even more thinking that he was going to hurt her. Yami wanted her to see that he was no threat to her.

"It's alright...I won't hurt you." The girl still stared at him...but she suddenly lost focus and fainted with Yami catching her before she fell against the ground. Now with her in his arms, he was able to look at her close up, she was breath-takingly beautiful. Yami didn't know how he was going to handle this.

"I can't just leave her here for some other bastard to find her. Damn it..." So with no other choice, Yami picked her up and carried her out of the dark alley, but before he left, he got to kick the gang leader in the stomach feeling satisfied that he heard a painful groan come from him.

Placing the girl in the passenger seat and making sure she was safe, Yami got back into his place behind the steering wheel casting one more look to her before starting the car. He didn't know it yet, or maybe he did, but this was not going to be ordinary for him anymore. This was only the beginning...

Well, first chapter is done, what did you guys think? Let me know in your reviews, I had planned on posting my update of 'A Magical Discovery' along with this story at the same time, but it was difficult going back and forth working on trying to get them both done. Anyway, that update will be posted soon. 'CMP' signing off, for now.