I must say everyone, it really has been a while since I've touch writing fictions. The reason why I have not write for so long is in the fiction itself.

I don't think I will continue writing my other fictions due to my long inactiveness and unavailability. However, I will try my best to try writing them, if I feel like it.

Also, what to expect in this fiction:

Overpowered Self-Insert OC

Always First Person View, unless certain conditions are met like unconsciousness.

A lot of rants and inner monologue.

Changes to some events.

Certain card effects will follow its Anime Effect and not real effects.

Cards that are available in the anime and not in real life.

Anime Logics and Physics

As always, please enjoy yourself.

How long has it been since I have touched my favourite hobby. Was it two years? Or was it three years? But regardless, I must admit it really has been a very long time. For the first time in many years, Yu-Gi-Oh has caught my attention again.

With that long forgotten memory returning to my mind, I thought to myself loudly, "GAD-DAMNIT! WHY DID I STOP PLAYING YU-GI-OH!"

It took me only one trip to the card store to remember.

I was eyeing the cards like a predator on a prey as I have always done in the past. There were a vast variety of cards on displays, all of which were super to ultimate rares alongside one or two holographic rares. My face was glued to the glass barrier that stopped me from reaching the cards. "Glass display, my mortal enemy!" was the thought that came to mind. The glass display was one of the many enemies I had in the card store, but the biggest enemy of them all, one so big and great that the mere mention of its name causes me to tremble…

Price.

Art thou a cruel b-!

Fortune has always been my greatest flaw. I just spend my money needlessly and before I manage to control the damages, it was gone before I knew it. But regardless, I'm a grown up now, on top of that, a working adult. In these past years, I have been studying numerous courses, failing some, dropping out of them and then outright left the course. At that point in life, I was not very serious. But I managed eventually in another course and that is teaching, English, to Second Language Speakers. Suffice to say, it's hell on Earth. But that's a story for another time.

In any case, I found my stable footing in life now and I've recently return to card games only because of one of my student's obsession. Looking at him was like looking at a mirror-

"OI! FACE OFF THE DISPLAY CASE! I JUST WIPED THAT!" the sound of the employee in the card store abruptly broke me out of my chain of thoughts.

"AH! Sorry," I apologized. The guy working there had been an old contact and go to guy if I want to get certain cards. As I apologized, I stepped up to the counter and asked him of current events. I have missed out Yu-Gi-Oh for who knows how long, so I had to get in touch with the current metas to even stand a chance.

From my questioning, I've learned that there is now a new form of summoning called Pendulum Summon. In a nutshell, it allows the player to summon a bunch of monsters in one turn, and on top of that, it is not against the rule, Yugioh Abridged reference. In any case, with the new found knowledge stored, I have decided to get my hands on some of the new cards. Three new structured decks HERO's Strike and Synchron Extreme. Next, I picked up a few single cards that were on display.

Ah, the thrill of getting new cards, and let's not forget the smell of them. I got my new cards and is enthusiastic of my new purchases.

A few hours spent at the shop later, I returned home to improve my new decks. I have always love the Stardust archetypes and the Hero archetypes because they were used by my two favourite protagonist of the series, Yusei Fudo and Yuki Judai. I can't really say much about Yugi Mutou and Yuma Tsukomo. First of all, while Yugi may be a great person, I have very less experience in the season because I was a kid and don't use the internet like how many use them nowadays and while the anime was aired, the episodes were in Bahasa Melayu, or Malay. I understand the language well enough but it still lacked the charms of a subbed anime. Next, my first impression of Yuma is outright hate. His attitude kind of ruined his image so it didn't struck me long enough to pursue the series. He may have improved over time, but the damage is done anyways. I think I'll return to the series soon enough… after watching the new Arc-V series.

So, now that I'm home, I booted my computer and begin searching for the Arc-V series while working on my deck. Usually, I would be changing into my home apparel before doing anything else, but I'm just too hyped right now to even care about the norms.

However, as the site was loading, I felt a sudden snap at the back of my mind. There was a sudden screech. I turned around my room to find its source. It started out softly and it becomes unbearably loud overtime. The screech was very loud, almost as if it came from point blank, except there had been nothing around that caused this. I at first thought that my computer was malfunctioning, due to it being the only possible device closest to me at the moment but that wasn't the case. But more importantly, the more I struggled, the louder it gets… and the next thing I know, I can only see blurry wire lines that were underneath my table and a few rectangular objects falling in front of me.

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Something smells…

I nose picked up something… it smells nice… like baked bread… no, this is the smell of wafers… breakfast?

My eyes opened and was greeted by an unknown scenery. Blinding sun lights were piercing through the curtains next to me. This is odd, because the last time I checked, my bed had always been opposite of the window, moreover the sun does not shine directly into my room due to the neighbouring apartment. I tiled my head before turning around to meet the scene. Suffice to say, this isn't my room. I got out of bed and bee lined to the door. The moment the door was opened, I got a full blast of the delicious scent called breakfast.

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"HEY!"

Was I in a trance again? Because I got the feeling that someone have been calling me over and over again, only to get no response. I turned to face the source of the hail, of which I was unprepared for.

The person is a young teenager, estimated to be around 15, with crimson eyes. His hair is best described as trademark Yugioh anime protagonist hair because he had average length dual-coloured crimson hair underneath a mop of green hair. They all stuck out in downwards spikes all over. In a way, this reminded me of Judai, but unlike Judai, he had a green ahoge shooting upwards.

As I examined him, I soon realized that he is the protagonist of the current series.

"Ah…"

"Who are you?" he spoke in Japanese. Normally, this may be a problem to people who does not speak Japanese, but I had taken Japanese course and have learnt enough to understand them. Even though I have dropped out of the course, I had learnt enough to understand basic speeches.

"Sorry, I am Kyou Yuuki (叶又輝), please to meet you," I introduced my Japanese name with a bow as according to Japanese polite norms. In the Eastern culture, we our family names comes before our names, so if I were to speak my name in the Western countries, it would be Yuuki Kyou. Also, I'm not copying Yuki Judai's (遊城十代) name.

The teenager was a bit taken aback by the sudden show of politeness, as most Japanese would be, he too introduced himself, not that he needs to anyway, "A-Ah, I'm Sakaki Yuya (榊 遊矢)." With introductions out of the way, he continued to press his case, "May I know why are you in my house?"

"Your house? Is that where I am?" I repeated them aloud.

It seems like I woke up to the Yugioh Arc-V universe, on top of that, at the protagonist's house. This is just great… now I felt like some cliched fanfifction where the main character from reality wakes up in an alternative universe… even the traveling process seemed cliched enough. Loud screeching, then headache, blackout, and then wake up in a bed that isn't theirs. But… then again, at least it doesn't involve me dying or having an accident. On anoher note, had I been younger, I would welcome the fact that I'm in an anime world now, but being a full grown up and a member of society now, I find that this is a disturbing once-in-a-lifetime experience. What about my parents? What is my condition in that reality? Etcetera. Mentally, I sighed at the chain of thoughts, but overall, I will be patient until then.

"Are you listening?" Oh, opps, I was supposed to be in a conversation with the protagonist right now, so let's leave the inner monologues when I'm alone now.

"I apologize, there has been a lot of things happening to me, and I need time process all the events happening so far." I lied smoothly. Oh my, this really brought out my mischievious side. "So, where was I again?"

Yuya narrowed his eyes and sighed, "You are in my house, and I wonder how did you get in."

"I can explain that," a new voice entered the conversation. It was feminine, mature and had a slight maternity tone to it. The owner of the voice was, beautiful. She was tall and had a slender build. The woman had long blond hair tied in a ponytail that sections out as spikes. Her front bangs were orangy gold and were parted to the right. She had on aqua long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. Morever, as if I need more details to describe her beauty, she have silver big-loop earrings, two golden bands on her left wrist, and a small golden necklace.

Definitely waifu material. Now I wish to who she is.

"Please to meet you, I'm Sakaki Yoko, Yuya's mother." That stop my train of thoughts because, now I wish I don't want to know who she is.

"GAD-DANGIT! ANIME! MAKE UP YOUR DANG MINDS!" I thought to myself as I suppress the urge to yell the words loudly to the skies. Oh well, there goes my fantasies. In any case, I reply, "Please to meet you, Sakaki-san." Oh yeah, she did mentioned that she can explain how am I here now, did she. "Um, you mentioned that you can explain how I got here."

"Indeed, come down and join us for breakfast, I will explain them while we eat." She gestured me to the diving table downstairs. Normally I would refuse the offer, but… the strong delicious scent of pancakes is undeniably making me hungry. My stomach yielded.

Breakfast was amazing. The pancakes were heavenly, I really envy the protagonist now. A beautiful mother and a great cook that makes delicious meals for him everyday. Whoever it is that marry this woman had to be the luckiest guy in the entire world, period. So, we have our conversations during breakfast.

According to her, she found me collapsed on the street while she was on her way home from shopping.

"So, you brought me back to your home after that," I concluded and she nodded, confirming all my theories. "Which reminds me, were there anything else with me at that time."

"Of course, they are in the same room you were in."

"I see…" I can check them later, but for now, "I appreciate your help and hospitality, so I will leave as soon as I gather my things," my Japanese is not as fluent.

"Nonsense, you can stay as long as you can." Ms. Sakaki said maternally.

"WHA-! Mom!" Yuya gasped, which reminded me of his existence.

"Yuya, we should be helping those who need our help," she reminded her son, "After all, for all we know, he may need help after being robbed and all." She paused and turned to me, which causes me to silently gulp, "you were robbed, were you?"

I weighed my options, but before giving my answer, I commented logically, "Um, would you mind if I check on my belongings?"

"Oh, right. Sure go ahead."

I excused myself and climbed the stairs to my accommodated room.

Now that I am no longer blinded by confusion and fear, I could inspect the room better. The room is as big as any regular apartment rooms. There were a bed, a nightstand, a desk, and a cupboard occupying the room, along with a vacant space at the centre. Something on the desk caught my attention.

Upon closer inspection, the object turned out to be an I-Pad like object. Like the I-Pad, it has a screen and the body was white with purple trim. There seem to be a narrow opening on one of the wider surface of the device.

The reflective screen showed a man in his twenties. He had on a pair of square framed glasses. Behind those lenses were black eyes. The man also had short messy black hair, possibly due to sleep. I tilted the I-Pad lower to see his rather average height and average build wearing a green collared t-shirt and brown trousers.

At least I retain my appearance.

After inspecting myself, I begin tinkering with the I-Pad. From here on, I am a tech genius because I can understand how to operate a device provided if I tinker around with them. I may not own an I-Pad, but I can get how the thing function soon enough. Well, I can explore with this thing later because of a time constraint decision I must make.

First of all, as far as it goes, I do not have any belongings with me, well not that I know of. I was abruptly whisked away by some unknown force, so I would not know of any belongings that may be transported with me. Or is this simply all a dream? Well… one hard and painful slap to the face confirms that it is not a dream. Ouch. And that was in English by the way. In any case, to sum things up, I have nothing else with me other than this I-Pad, so I am not robbed. Two options came to my mind at that moment:

Tell the truth, and I will… or may be out of their lives and venture on my own adventures… or

Lie to them, and have an adventure with the protagonist…

I weighed my options and soon found out that the latter is the optimal choice. First of all, like Sakaki-san said, I WAS robbed, robbed from my reality and into this one. I am in trouble as well because I don't have any money to support myself. Besides, I do not even have my own Identification Items to prove that I'm a local of this reality. Moreover, the level of my understanding of the language is only 'enough for a traveller'. So, to make a long story short, I am an accidental illegal immigrant of this reality.

I sighed and proceeded with my next course of action, deception.

"Well, Sakaki-san, you were right, I was robbed." I deceived with a dejected tone.

"I thought so, you should stay with us for the time being," she continued her offer, I pressed on my deception to make it more believable.

"I, uh, I don't mean to intrud-"

"But mom! You can't simply invite anyone to stay with us, what if he is a thief?" Ah yes, I forgot that Yuya is still with us… again. This can be my trump card.

"Well, Sakaki-kun is right, I may be a thief for all we know."

"Yuuki," for some reasons just speaking my name alone without any honorifics sounded intimidating, especially when it was spoken by my elders, "Correct me if I'm wrong, you were robbed, weren't you?" I nodded, "You are a foreigner," another nod, "You don't have any money on you." Nod. "You are homeless, right?" I nodded again, which is basically the nail I needed for the coffin. "Then, you are free to stay with us for as long as you want."

"…If you insist, alright." I bowed my head, "I will be in your care then, Sakaki-san."

All according to plan.

"You're welcomed."

The boy sighed begrudgingly, but accepted nonetheless.

"Yuya, don't you have class today?"

What happens next is basically what any anime character does when they are about to be late for school. He gobbled down his wafers, grabbed his bag, and sprinted out of the house.

I guess, from here onwards, a new story begins for me. I am now accepted into the family, but for how long I will never know. I take pride in my lying capabilities and my play on words to bend lies into truth, however I am not proud of what I'm doing right now. Had I been honest and tell them my circumstances, they would have accepted me regardless if it was crazy or unbelievable. In my experience as a teacher, I grow to understand my students' behaviours from observations alone. So, when I see Mrs. Yoko offering me free accommodations, I see nothing but selfless kindness behind those eyes and tone.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you, Mrs. Yoko." I silently mumbled to her, which obviously fall onto deft ears.

As soon as Yuya left, Mrs. Yoko became a completely different person, "So, what were you doing before come here? How old are you? Do you have any allergies? What is your favourite food?" And so, the ceaseless barrage of questions continues… to my dismay.