Chapter One- A Stormy Night

HI! This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh! Story so be nice! This is a very weird plot but leave me alone, can I help it if I'm retarded? Wait… Nevermind, don't answer that…

Disclaimer: I do not own any Yu-Gi-Oh! Characters!

I also do not own any of the songs that I mention, even though I claim to have written them THEY ARE NOT MINE! I also do not own Dennis DeYoung, and nothing that I say about him is true and also again with the claiming thing…

Chapter One – A Stormy Night

"You're shit! You're shit and you always will be shit!" Carman Sanchez shouted at a figure that was fleeing from her home. The fleer was a young girl of the age of nine named Kriss. Her daughter.

"Leave me alone!" Kriss cried as she continued to run. She had to get away before her step-dad got home. If that happened, all hell would brake loose.

Kriss stumbled into the alley a few blocks away. It was raining and it was somewhere around three in the morning. Kriss stepped out of the alley under a streetlight and looked at her reflection in the puddle. Her black hair was soaking wet and her eyes were wet with tears and puffy from crying.

As she stepped out of the light and back into the dark alley she dubbed her new home she noticed something lying on the ground. It was a duel monsters card. Although she had heard about the popular game from her step-dad she had never actually learned how to play.

Kriss bent to pick it up. She straightened herself and flipped the card over in her hand to see what monster it was. It resembled a big black wolf with huge sharp teeth that glistened in the light that was on the card. 'This is cool!' Kriss thought, a bit happier than before. 'This guy looks though, and I'm gonna be just like him!' Kriss was thinking about how she already had a head-start in that plan. She gazed at the wolf-tooth around her neck. The brown leather had already passed the test and she knew that it wouldn't snap.

She turned around and jumped on the big brown dumpster nearby. Kriss reached into her pocket. She took the long light blue ribbon-type piece of fabric out and expertly tied it around her head, right under the black bangs that stuck up the most. 'There! That's my symbol! From now on, I'm not gonna take no shit from anyone!' She thought bitterly. She swore even though she was only nine. What's the harm? They're only words. That's the way that she thought about it.

Suddenly a growling was heard from beneath her. Kriss jumped down and stuck the card into her pocket. Then she reached out and lifted the heavy lid off the dumpster. As the lid hit the wall of the hotel that made up one wall of the ally a furry object came pelting out of the dumpster.

It hit Kriss with full force and knocked her down. It was still raining and Kriss slid on her back until she hit the other wall, which wasn't very far over. The growling subsided and the creature got off of her. Kriss looked at it and recognized it instantly as the monster that she had seen on the card. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out. She looked at it, and back to the creature standing in front of her. Sure enough, they looked exactly the same. Kriss put the card back. She knew from experience that it was a wolf. And judging by how territorial it was, a male.

"Who are you?" Kriss asked, even though she knew that it couldn't respond. She reached out and was mildly surprised when the wolf let her touch him! Kriss stroked him and petted his ears. The wolf was just now getting wet and had closed his eyes, enjoying the scratching behind his ears that he was now receiving.

"You're a friendly little guy aren't you?" Kriss asked him.

The wolf wasn't very big. Actually it was very, very small. And very, very young. His eyes were still blue; they hadn't yet changed their color to the golden color of the mature wolf. She then got an idea. Kriss walked over to the dumpster. It didn't look as though it had been used in forever. It was also surprisingly clean. It looked as though the wolf was born there and everyone else left.

"You need a name…" Kriss said looking at the wolf. She thought about what she knew so far about his personality. He sort of reminded her of a rose. Sweet, but if you get too close you have to worry about the thorns. Wait. Thorns? That's it! Thorn.

"Thorn!" Kriss announced aloud. The wolf's ears pricked up as though he understood her.

"Well Thorn, now that I know a little about you, you should know about me!" Kriss said, "I play the guitar, and I'm actually really good! I've published music already too! But everyone thinks of me as Dennis DeYoung, the Legend of rock and roll! OH CRAP! My guitar's still at mom's house!" A worried look appeared across Kriss's face.

Kriss shot up and bolted out of the ally. She went splashing through mud puddles, taking the route that she had used to get away for the hell house. She crept around to the back and peered through the window. She heard more splashing and turned to see the Thorn had followed her.

"Thorn!" Kriss whispered. Thorn looked over in her direction and happily trotted towards her. A relieved sigh overtook Kriss as she put her hand on his head to make sure that he was quiet. He seemed to know that it was important and thus, stayed quiet. Thunder shook the earth and the side door slammed shut.

"That little bitch isn't anywhere to be seen!" Kriss heard her step-dad say.

"Well, we have to keep looking, if she blabs we would go to prison!" Carman said.

'Actually, that's not a bad idea…' Kriss thought deviously. It would serve her mom right. Dumping her in an orphanage at birth and reclaiming her just so she could do all the chores and get beaten. It was quite depressing really. Kriss had never known her father, but considering the lack of dad, she doubt that he would have done anything to help her.

"Well we'll just have to look in the morning, she won't have gone far in the rain anyways, you know what a wimp that idiot was!" the step-dad replied.

Kriss heard the squeaking of the floor boards and the click! of the light. Moments later the door slammed shut. Kriss knew exactly what was happening and chose this moment to climb up through the window. She landed on the floor with the quietness of the cat and lightly stepped through the house that she'd quickly learned to hate. Kriss approached her room and prayed to God that it wouldn't squeak now of all times and she pushed the door ajar. God had answered her silent prayer and the door opened noiselessly.

Kriss crossed the room in two strides and snatched up her guitar by the strap. She swung it over her shoulder and thought, 'halfway there.' She quickly made her way out of the hell house and back out the window. Thorn whined happily as though she was his mother.

"Shush!" Kriss chastised quietly. Together they ran back to their new home, leaving their old lives behind them.

Well? I like it. I don't think that it's TOO bad! But please no flames, this is my first attempt at a YGO fanfic and I think that it turned out quite well! So don't lower my self esteem by saying that it sucked. I also know that it had nothing to do with YGO right now but background info was needed so there! Then again, if I DO get flames I could use them to find out whether cookie really IS flammable or not! D

Kriss