DISCLAIMER-I, Veronica, do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. Any characters and all of which you read is completely fictional I do however own the plot and ask that if you do not seem to like it, then please do not read it. Thank you.
Rain fell from the sky onto the city of Domino. The sky was a black cloak with a hint of blue. Puddles of water began to form on surfaces across the area. Everyone seemed to move a bit faster, attempting to avoid getting wet. From the view of anyone in the sky, there was nothing that could be found out of place once the streets were empty. If you were to take a closer look, you would see something very odd. Such an odd thing was known to be a group of men together in a circle, as if they were keeping something to themselves.
" No way," one cried out, " That's too risky!" Others began to join in with similar worries. Soon, a small riot amongst the men was created. Each had an argument prepared to serve against another's views on the subject. They were finally silenced by a cruel, hoarse voice, " Quiet!"
A teenage male no older than seventeen years of age stepped from the shadows, glaring at each person before him. The group made a pathway in which the teen had used to be in the center of the mongrels. They had surrounded him, hoping to hear past the thundering storm beginning to arrive at the scene. An odd aura had filled the men as their leader spoke. It was a creeping vibe they had always received from their leader. He was an odd, mysterious man and had been good enough, even more so, for them to follow. The men never truly cared of who led them, all they asked was that person be heartless to the point of rivalry against the devil himself.
" Listen up," he roared, " We are going to steal from a famous man. Perhaps you all know of him...We will continue to plan this out until we are certain our all our goals and such. Be prepared! Anyone who believes they will fail...know this...I will show no mercy!"
They shivered as the teenager's eyes met theirs into a dead lock of sorts. A few seconds passed by until the group broke out in cheers. The man gave them a victorious grin before turning away from his fellow followers. He made his way back to the sidewalk and towards his house. Upon arriving at the door, he realized that he must've dropped his key in some unknown location.
" Damn." He muttered. After walking around the house and trying to open the back door, he began to kick the back door over and over. Eventually the lock broke and allowed access into the house. Another grin crawled on his lips as he stared at his reflection through the mirror. He placed his hand on his chest. A great transformation occurred. His features became less intense and softer. The cold mud colored eyes were now warm chocolates. All spikes on his mane disappeared into the ends of his hair. The young gentlemen now staring into the mirror looked back in utter confusion, recalling nothing of what had occurred. A smile appeared on his face, brightening his features, " I wish Anzu were here with me..."
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