Me: Well, hello everyone. This is my first YuGiOh fanfic that isn't a crossover!

YAAAAAAAY MEEEEEEE~!

But it's AU, and will not Yaoi, soooo yeah...Don't like, don't read!

Well, I hope you enjoy what I have so far and please review if you feel I'm doing anything wrong. On that note, let's begin!

YuGiOh: Eye of Fire

Prologue

The Village of Irena was going up in flames.

The dancing flames roared as they devoured the small huts of the villagers, screams resounded throughout the night, and black sillouettes walked calmly amid the chaos, silently capturing the stronger ones and killing off the weaker.

Several villagers tried to run. Through the forest, into the nearby city, it didn't matter. As long as they could escape. Most didn't even make it the the rim of the forest clearing. Some died, either being swallowed by the hungry flames or killed by a sillouettes' blade. Very few managed to escape.

A young boy, around four years old, with shining gold hair, and a sandy-blond boy, around eight years old, were two of the escapees. Unlike the others, who ran straight for the forest, they ran around half the perimeter of the burning village before diving into the thick undergrowth. The way to the city.

The villagers, especially the High Council of Irena and the Higher Families in general, usually shunned the city people for their easy way of life, and took pride in working hard to survive. There was even a legend stating that the city people had even come to destroy them, but the Irenians managed to drive them away. It was the most shameful thing to even think of going to live in the city.

But there was no choice left for the two boys.

So they ran, not daring to look back, else they would've stopped.

"Come on, Gold!" The eight-year-old blonde shouted at the four-year-old. "We have to get out of here and into the city! We have to find your Grandpa!"

Gold cried, "But what about mother! And father!" As if fate was responding, a scream of pain echoed throughout the black of night. The blonde stopped running.

"M-mother?" He stammered. The boy suddenly whipped around to face the village, before Gold gripped his arm and pulled. The blonde tried to break free, but only ended up on the ground on his rear. Despite being only five, the golden-haired boy had tremendous strength. He just never bothered to show it to the others.

"Sand, it's too late," The boy said, tears welling up in his blue eyes as they locked with Sand's brown eyes. "We'll miss them, but they would've wanted this. They're dying to make sure we're safe. Just as they said they would do if the need arose. And it did." Sand looked up at his young friend, surprised once again at how mature he could act sometimes. Then they both noticed the fire's roar growing steadily louder. Gold hauled Sand up onto his feet and ran once more, this time racing to beat the blaze behind them. The heat muddled their brains and rapidly increased their need for water, and the smoke stung their eyes and throats. Every now and then, one of them would give a hacking cough.

But they had to continue running.

So they did.

"Sand! Sand, do you have any idea where the lake is?" Gold shouted.

"Yeah, but it's way off the path to the city!" Sand replied.

"That doesn't matter! We can always return to the path once the fire goes out!"

"Ok, follow me!" Sand suddenly sharply turned right, with Gold right on his heels, barely missing the scorching flames. They continued west, not daring to falter, until they felt water rushing up their legs. Even then, they didn't stop until they reached a small island in the lake. They even swam to get to the island, which nearly rendered them unconcious because of their already exhausted bodies. There they lay, bedraggled and sprawled on the beach, until the blackness of sleep took them away.

It had been two days since the horrible fire, and Sand and Gold had been walking for hours with little rest, trying to get to the city to meet up with Gold's grandfather.

"Hey, I found some kids!" They whipped around to see a dark sillouette pointing them, just as others joined him.

"Aren't those Irenian kids?"

"Yeah, let's get 'im!" But the two had already bolted.

"What're we gonna do, Sand?" Gold asked quietly.

"...Go. I'll hold them off."

"WHAT?"

"Just trust me! Go, find your grandpa, and I'll hold 'em off for as long as I can! I'll think of something, just go!"

"But-!"

"GO!"

Without another word, Gold bolted, putting as much distance between him and Sand.

"Hey! The gold-hair kid bolted!"

"Dude! You distracted us! Now the blonde kid ditched us!"

"Yeah dude! Great job!" Gold smiled. That was all he needed to hear. Sand had gotten away safely, and now he could run without guilt weighing him down.

Eventually, he stopped at the border of the forest. The massive skyscrapers filled Gold with awe, and he heard a vagely familiar voice calling his name.

"Gold!" The boy turned to see an older man with violet eyes and graying, spikey hair covered hair covered with a headband.

"Grandpa! Is that you? I haven't seen you since you left for the city!" Gold nearly tackled his Grandpa, but his laughter quickly turned to tears. "M-mother...a-and father...they're g-gone!" He sobbed.

"It'll be alright Yugi...here." He handed the boy a notebook and a golden box. Gold was suddenly glad his mother had taught him to read and write early, when he was three. Now he had quite a large vocabulary. "You can record your adventures in the notebook, and the golden box has a puzzle you can solve. They say that this is a magical puzzle, and that it can grant you a wish if you can complete it. So far, no one has been able to. But I have a feeling you can."

Monday, August 16th, 2004

To anyone reading this: If you have no idea what Irena is, I suggest you stop reading.

My name is Gold, and I'm four years old. My village, Irena, was burned down two days ago, on the 14th. Earlier today, my friend saved me from the arsonists, a group of slavers, by distracting them. Luckily, I overheard the brutes blaming each other for my and anothers' escape. I could immediatly tell it was my friend. No one else was with me.

But my parents died in the fire, and I have no idea where my friend is now.

But I need to put that behind me for now. I need to make sure I'm unrecognizable.

It turns out, my hair sticks up when I'm sweating a lot. Don't know why, it just does. So when I looked in the mirror, my hair is pointing upwards, and it reminds me of a star. I found hair dyes and dyed my hair violet and black. Now my hair looks like a black star with violet edges, and I've even managed to keep my golden hair, in the form of golden bangs. I found violet contacts and slipped them on, and now my eyes match my violet edgings on my hair. My grandpa even found me a new name. It's really different from the names back at home, but it sounds good, I guess.

My new name is Yugi Moto.

So, what do you think? Constructive crit is appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read this.