This is my first story. I'm not sure if I am good or not but that is what you readers are for. The song that will be sung in this fanfic is Planets by Adema. I do not own that song or have any connections to it. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Yu-Gi-Oh GX. Read and review, anything's welcome. Enjoy. By the way, flashbacks will be in italics.

Chapter One..

Despite these imperfections, despite all I say..

"FATHER NO!" A small red headed child screamed as his father ran into a burning building. "PLEASE NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!"

Inside in recollections, I'm done with yesterday..

"The boy will be put into foster care until he is at the age of eighteen. This session is adjurned." A judge said, looking down upon the much younger Damaja. "Mother, Father. Please don't let them take me.." Damaja cried out.

I will lose my mind, make it real this time

"This is your new home Damaja. You may not like it. But it is all you have. Think of it as a second chance."A well dressed woman said to him, looking at him in the passenger seat.

To leave it all behind, I won't cry wolf

A dish is seen falling in slow motion, shattering to several pieces as it connected with the floor. An intoxicated man came up to him, drawing a hand back, backhanding him down to the floor. Laying there, Damaja looked up in total fear, tears welling up in his eyes.

Show me a sign, planets will align

Laying in his bed in complete darkness, the door of his room swung open, revealing a swollen black eye puffing up slightly, a busted lip, and blood crusted on the bottom of his left nostril. A young girl with similar imperfections upon her face sat down on the edge of his bed looking over at him. "You alright?" She said with a voice as innocent as the angels. Shaking heavily from the beating he received from his foster father earlier, he nodded. "Not like I'm going to. But you may want to fight back. You could take him." She smirked, leaning over, placing a gently kiss upon his forehead, leaving the room.

The one I trust is consoled me, this is over now

Trying his hand at once more washing the dishes, Damaja stood there, drying them. The front door slammed shut, causing him to drop a dish, once more a dish shattered into several pieces. The drunken step father walked over to him, once more drawing his hand back. As he swung to backhand him, Damaja threw his arm up, blocking the hit. This simply angered the older man, this being shown as he drew back his opposite hand, punching Damaja in the jaw, sending him and a pile of dishes crashing to the floor. "YOU WANT TO FIGHT BACK HUH?" He said in a drunken stupor. "AHHHH!" Damaja yelled, grabbing onto a steak knife, bringing it up with all of his might into the older man's stomach, causing him to stagger back in shock and pain. Blood starating to stain his shirt, dripping to the ground. Damaja got up, running out of the house.

But I didn't want to really , everyone I trusted deceived me

Sitting on the front poarch of a rather big, nice looking, two story house, Damaja sat, head being held in his hands. At that time the same lady who brought him to the foster home appraoched him, sitting beside him. "It's not your fault. From what we saw, he has been attacking all of his children and foster children. They all have been taken away from him. The courts decided not to press charges on you. They recommended another foster home.." As she said that, Damaja stood up, about ready to leave again. "Wait. I convinced them it would be a bad idea. But we have found a suitable solution for you. You ever play Duel Monsters?" The Foster Worker asked him. He replied with a simple shrug, shaking his head. "Then it'll be great for you. We are sending you to a Duel Monster's prepatory school. Two years there and you will be shipped to an island. Duelist Academy. How does that sound?" She asked him. "Good. Thank you." He softly said, nodding his head.

I will lose my mind, make it real this time,
To leave it all behind, I won't cry wolf
Show me a sign, planets will align,
I'm gonna blow my mind, I won't cry wolf

About a year and a half later, Damaja was shown sitting in front of the principal's desk. "Duelist Academy has contacted us on sending students. And you are one of the ones we chose Damaja. Go pack your bags, you're leaving tommorow." The older man said. Damaja smiled. "Thank you sir. I won't disapoint you."

I'm holding on too tight, I can't let go,
I'm hiding I'm needy, on the inside I'm bleeding
I'm searching for something but it can't seem to find me
On the surface is someone who pretends to focus
I'm waiting and wanting to cut this and go on, trying to live, when the pain can all be gone
We've only seen the future the voice in my head is leaving me here back home

The final flashback shows Damaja standing on the edge of the boat, a young girl about the same age as him standing next to him. This was his foster father's daughter. Whom has gotten very close to Damaja lately. "We're almost there D. I can't wait." She embraced him in a hug, holding him close. "Me neither Cloe." Smiling softly, he kept hold of her as they neared the island.

I will lose my mind, make it real this time,
To leave it all behind, I won't cry wolf
Show me a sign, planets will align,
I'm gonna blow my mind, I won't cry wolf

Damaja stood in front of a guy behind a table. Looking down at him, the older male simply said. "Obelisk Blue." Damaja was handed a blue blazer and some papers. Cloe behind him, was given the same blazer and papers, being told the same thing..

A/N. Well the first chapter is a bit small. But the second will be longer. Promise. The more reviews I get, the faster the chapters get out. Read and Review.