Me: HAPPY NEW YEAR MINA!!!!!!
Neko: Congrates on the new story.
Danger: What about the other story?!
Me: Thanks Neko! (Hands her a cookie)And Danger, remember that a friend of mine is still looking it over. Once the first chapter is down, I promice to put it up ASAP!
Neko: And I'll do the disclaimers for this story.
Me: (Eyes glitter in delight) Awww, Neko your the bestest! (Hugs Neko)
Danger: (Gags in disguss)
Neko: NekoDarkness doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Xiaolin Showdown.

Entry #1

Hello to the person or something other than a human who is able to read this. In your presents is my journal. This journal holds the tale of a part of my life. Let me introduce myself.

Liz Mau (Girl)
Age: 16
Traits:
Medium brown spiky hair, the length is right below my shoulders blades, my bangs for some odd reason is a few strands of blond lightning bolts that are just above my eyes. The tips of my hair are pure black as raven's wings.
My eyes are also a weird color, well actually three different colors. Around my pupils are a cinnamon red, than a larger ring of a dark violet, and an ice blue as an outer ring. People have said that my eyes are large and child like. My guess to hold in all of the colors of my eyes.
I am a light tan skin type, and I'm tall for my age. And I wear glasses for my near-sight.

The reason I'm writing this part of my life is because it's a new chapter in my life. I wanted to keep track of how my life has been doing so far at this point. My life has been a busy one since as far as I can remember.

Once I was born, I was learning to take over my family's business. My mother owned a gaming company in Egypt. She had that strong bone structure under her tan skin. Her hair was soft, but had the look of lightning bolts that showed her power. Her ice eyes were her trademarks when making final decisions toward her liking. The company contained from board games to gambling cards for casinos around the world. Once I was able to understand talking and walking, I studied under the super vision of my mother. When she wasn't around at home, my father introduced me to different games for fun. He was from America with his white skin. He violet eyes were full of love as well as his black spiky hair. I loved my father because he gave me the chance to understand fun times instead of business as a main important event in my life. By the time my mom found out I was having fun with dad instead of studying, I knew how to beat anyone in any card game like poker and simple kid games. I even got good at certain famous card games like Duel Monsters. I even met Pegasus the creator of the game. He invited me to many tournaments, but I couldn't go because my mother stopped me from anything that wasn't a part of the business. He created two special cards just for me as way that he understood what was going on. I have won against him many times, even though he could read every move I made. The promise my father made to my mother was that if I was taught to protect myself physically, he wouldn't teach anything fun anymore to me. She expected the offer, and I started mastering marshal-arts like kendo and karate. My dad kept half of his promise; he still taught me different games and mind skills. He was also the master at marshal-arts.

At the age of ten, my mom and dad had about enough of each other to where they were physically attacking each other. They almost had me in the cross fire when they first started. Good thing they weren't drinkers, or else they wouldn't have noticed the firing was aimed at me. They decided that they get a divorce, and I still was taught by my father in kendo at the time. Some years went by before my mother was hit by cancer. The company and family didn't let my mother have the company be put on me. After she died, her will was ignored for it only contained my ownership of the company. I was fourteen at the time. I stayed with my father after the funeral. We decided that we travel instead of staying in one spot for the rest our lives. I already had the mind setting of a college student and couldn't go to school in any school of the world because of my own intelligence. Before this even happen, my father was shot by an enemy of an opponent dojo. I witnessed the whole thing in front of me. I got so scared after my beloved father was shot that I took a knife from the kitchen and try to stab the enemy. I killed them, and the police called it out of defense since I'm the one who called them afterward.

I almost went to an adoption place, but I ran away when I found out which one the police were going to take me to. I have been on the run for two years now. I have lived off my skills through playing games with other outcasts for money and/or food. Almost got caught by the cops a few times; the last one cause me to run into someone. Lucky it was someone that I played before and helped me get away. His name was James, and he ran 'Color Point', a tattoo shop. I'll start my story off here.

After getting into his shop, he locked it up so the police didn't follow right away. I fell over on my hands and knees from all of the running I did earlier to get way. They found out I was staying in a nearby hotel and someone recognized me from the missing papers. James had water in one hand and also picked me up kindly.

"Why were they after ya this time?" James asked after he sat me down and gave me the drink. He had tattoos of dogs all over his arms and back of his neck, but he was more of a puppy than a bull dog that everyone thinks he was.

"Someone recognized me at the hotel, and lucky me I was just signing out of the place," I replied after finishing the drink.

"Heh, you always have the best luck don't ya?" he giggled as he took back the glass.

"Hmm, do you mean my situations or my game playing?" I chuckled.

"Both," he replied rubbing his baled head.

"So what are ya going to do now?" he finally asked after a quick laugh.

"Don't know, maybe apply for jobs soon, since my sixteenth birthday is coming up," I replied frowning at first.

"Now how are you going to do that if you're on the run still?" he asked concerned.

"That's why I said maybe look for jobs," I reminded him. We sat in silence for a while before he asked, "why don't ya work here for awhile?"

"What! I can't do that to you, besides I know nothing about tattooing, and you will get in trouble more than just try to help me escape for the police," I replied quickly.

"I'm not looking for another person who can tattoo, but someone who I can trust not to steal my money under my nose," he reconsidered to me.

"How would you know I won't steal from you?" I snickered.

"I have leverage over you, you mess up then the police would have two reasons to look for ya. So what do you say want the job?" he said raising a hand to me. I took it gladly and shaking with a hard grip. I put my stuff that I had with me the whole time down behind the counter. The rest of the time was how he did things, and I also gave suggestions to help the business out. He had a two bedroom apartment up the street by the shop. He suggested that I stay with him before I look for a new hotel or apartment to live in again.

"Oh no you help me enough as it is, I'll look for a nearby place to sleep and see you tomorrow," I replied grabbing my bag and head out for the night.

"Oh yes you are, you stay with me for awhile until ya can really look for a place without a worry in the world," he said grabbing my shoulder lightly before I got to the door.

"Besides, I have noticed since I last time played you that your clothes are short and tight on you," he also said with concern.

"And what does it have to do with anything?" I asked turning toward him.

"Well for one thing, I have my workers dress at least in the right size of clothes, and those clothes are so out of style, and I don't want to find blood anytime soon" he replied chuckling.

"Where would the blood come from oh smarty pants?" I ask teasing.

"From all of the other teens that you might beat up from teasing you," he chuckled as we walked to his place.

"Only if they catch me in a bad mood and I'm nowhere near the area," I laughed with him. We had dinner that I made of what was left in the fridge. I told him that I would cook and clean for my stay, and he finally agreed to something that I would do for him without a complaint. He had an extra bed in the other room for me to use.

The next day was all about getting me ready for my first day on the job. James bought me a few new outfits for me to wear. I got my hair trimmed and also got weird comments from the hairstylist. He was wondering how I got my hair to spike like this and what dye I use on the tips of my hair. I told him over and over that how my hair is ever since I was born. I was just about to hit him if he asked again, but I remembered that I had a similar hairstyle to a famous person. That reason got the hairstylist off topic, but had him nonstop chit-chat the famous person that everyone knew by heart. I was glad that we went straight home after that, I just want to punch someone or something if I didn't get any peace and quiet soon.

I'm grateful from what James has done for me. He didn't have to do any of the things he did for me. I made sure he knew that every day. I brought in twice the amount of customers from the suggestions and changes I made to 'Color Point'. He was glad I could cook and clean well, he couldn't cook well enough to keep a basic diet going. He would start to cook for a few days than go straight to fast food supplies. It was a month of working in the shop before he threw me a big surprise party. All of my co-workers were having beer competitions between each other.

"Hey, Cat! Come join us birthday girl," one co-worker replied to me.

"Nah, you guys have fun," I waved them off to enjoy themselves.

"Hey Liz, this just came for ya," James said has he handed me a red envelope. There wasn't a returned address on it, but it was nice to get something else besides just simple girly things like lotions and jewelry that I already gotten from everyone. I open it to find out it was my dad's will. I just broke down and cried as I read it.

After the day of my death, give this to my beloved daughter at the age of sixteen. I prose a chance to show my love for my daughter by giving her a chance to continue her training. She would be transferred to a dojo I partnered up with before I moved to Egypt. I want her there before the next full moon ready to be trained for her next step. There are instructions on the next page for her to follow by herself. She is to go by herself to her new dojo.

Christopher Mau

"How did anyone know where you are?" one co-worker asked as they read over my shoulders.

"Hey, now back off you leeches, she had enough emotion for today, I'm taking her home and you see you guys tomorrow," James yelled as he picked me off the ground bridle style. I cried the whole time as he collected all of my gifts on hand and balancing me as I reread the will over and over again. Once at the apartment, he placed me on my bed and laid my gifts on one side of my bed.

"So what got up so worked up that everyone had to see what was going on," he said as I gave the will to him.

"Well, it sort of explains why the messenger in the weird red and black monk robe wanted to give you this so badly," he replied after reading it over.

"I knew you were an orphan, but you never said you still had training to do at a certain dojo," he said trying to calm me down since I was still crying in a ball.

After calming down enough to answer, "I didn't even know that I had more training to do…. my father…. he said I was ready to protect myself if I ever ran into trouble down the road….. and I didn't even know he had a will to begin with."

"Well the next thing to figure out is what are ya going to do now?" he asked when I finished crying.

"I'm going to the dojo to finish my training like my father wanted for me," I replied after whipping the left over tears away.

"Well we better get started in the morning, for you have five more days before the next full moon," he sighed. I shook my head in reply and yawned.

"Night Cat," he said as he left the room.

"Good night James, and thanks for today. I had a lot of fun on my birthday," I replied back as I crawled under the covers.

The next day was my last day of working at the 'Color Point'. Everyone still wanted to party for my last day, but I felt one party was enough for the shop for now. Some of my co-workers wanted me to get one tattoo for the memories that I created with everyone while here, but I decline the offer. I gave into letting them have me pick a tattoo for the picture of me on the wall. It was tradition to have a favorite tattoo picture for each leaving member of the team. I picked an Egyptian Mau around an Egyptian symbol of life and Ra's left eye. The cat looked like it was diving into the opening of the symbol of life front claws first and the tail was wrapped around the outer part if the eye. The cat's eye was red as rubies and an evil grin to have even have devils have shivers down their spines. I drew the picture myself.

"What no cards or some sort of game related element?" James asked after I put the last touches on the drawing.

"Actually some of the first games were invented in Ancient Egypt, so I sort of have a game element in it(1)," I replied while handing him the drawing with a smirk.

"Oh, alright MISS SMARTYPANTS, when do you have to go to this dojo?" an overhearing co-worker asked out of nowhere.

"Tomorrow evening to get on a plane to get to where I have to meet someone to get to the dojo," I replied with a low growl in the back of my throat. I hate when people just jump into someone else's business when they didn't need to be. The rest of the time was all about James and I explained why I'm leaving so soon and where I was going to.

The shop finally closed for the day, and the co-workers almost threw a surprise going away party with left over beer and sweets from my birthday party. I'm glad James let me go home by myself this time while he delta with the drunk (maybe ex) workers. When I got home I looked at my father's will again. I memorized the first page because of last night shock I had, so I went over my list to do on the other page.

My dear kitten daughter,

I'm sorry I didn't tell about this before I died. The training you will go through will be beyond what I could even teach you. The dojo is top secret from the world, so even writing about it is a risk towards its safety. You must go to China to meet your new sensei. No matter what, you must get the dojo before the new moon is in the sky. There are dangers out there that want to get rid of you; I don't know why, which is why you must continue this training for your own protection. Oh course I taught you how to fend off unwanted normal visitors, but these dangers are not normal. The dojo knew that you were coming even before you were born, I didn't know how they knew but I believe them none the less. I trust this dojo with my precious treasure, which is you my Egypt Mau. This is what you have to do when you first get picked up to go to the dojo.

1) Whoever approaches you with a gift without a word spoken to you, accept it and don't say anything to them. And don't give any emotion when the person approaches you. (In fact don't show any emotion when you in to the main lobby of the China's airport. And I know you would take a plane to get there, you always preferred flying then driving or sailing to get anywhere. And stay silent until told so by whoever gives the gift to you)

2) When you open the gift, put it on. (They didn't tell me what the gift is, just that you where it)

3) Right after you put just RUN FOLLOWING WHOEVER GAVE THE GIFT AND NEVER LOOK BACK!

I know the last one sounds weird but just get ready to run before the put on the gift. Love you sweet heart. Remember that I'm still looking after you from where I was put in after this life.

Love your loving Father

I made my last dinner for the two of us after James come home. It was mostly quiet the rest of the time before we went to bed. The next day was last minute packing and shopping before we headed toward the airport. I decided that I would write down everything for now since things were changing for me again. (This journal you're holding now.)

"Well, you better be careful out there in China, I don't want to find out that you were taken after all this time of running for nothing," James said saying good bye while hugging me before I got on the plane.

"Hope business keeps booming while I'm gone, I don't want to find it gone when I come back some day," I replied while having a few tears fall down my face.

So far I have been writing everything so far that has happen. I'm still on the plane during this time as I wrote this. The service is fine, and I'm glad I got a window seat on this fight. I have had to get on three different planes and the others were not as good the last one I'm on. The time I write the next entry, I hope to be at the 'secret' dojo be then. As my last words, I'm not going to let my father down while I'm there. That's my main promise I make to myself.

Me: YAY! First Chapter Done! The longest one yet! My first 6 paged chapter for a story for this site. (Jumps for joy on couch)
Neko: (Joins the Author in the celebration) Horray! Yeppy! (thens falls over pasted out)
Danger: Heh, readers if want her to put up another chapter up soon, review after you this. That will her more happy. And Neko is a bit drunk. (Holds up the item that spiked Neko's drink earlier and grins evilly) So don't mind her later. Happy New Year Everyone.

Side notes:
1- I don't know if that's fully true or not, so don't quote me on that. It's just to help the story along.
And all of the cat-nick-names writen in this story are related to Liz, I don't mean to confuse anyone.