Shandy: Our little sister became OBSESSED with the movie Descendants-
Candy: So we decided to write this.
Shandy: We hope you enjoy the story-
Candy: And if you have any questions or ideas to suggest for the story (or Characters) are extremely welcome!
Shandy: Now, on with the story!
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You know, not everything ended the way they depicted it would in the show. No, no no, in real life everyone actually had a body. The author, Josephine Wheeler (surprise, right?) had decided to write about their journeys because of a challenge her friend Tristan had given her. Of course, she made some changes to make the story interesting. Like the character she related to most was turned into the guy, along with the main character (her best friend) and a few other characters to make it so that it would be more fun. The villains were also their enemies in real life, but they had different motives.
The Millennium Items DID exist, but it was only fabled that they held mystic powers. Yugi didn't solve her puzzle until the end, where she wished for Yami (Atem) to find his family. No one knows where any of the Millennium Items are today.
Anyway, the story really ended with Yami (Atem) discovering who he really was and FINALLY getting together with the love of his life. His discovery of being the long lost son of the richest family on earth and supporting all of his friends actually helped them to survive Japan's eventual apocalyptic crash. Seeing as they were the most influential at the time, they took all of those who would definitely do bad and locked them up behind a very large and very, VERY protected wall. Most of them were teens and newlyweds.
However, this story starts with a young man with dirty blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes staring in the direction of that very same wall, contemplating heavily on some subject in his thoughts.
"Sir-"
"I've already told you, call me by my name." The young man corrected.
"Yes, of course. Joey, your parents wish to speak to you." The man sighed and straightened himself off before leaving the room. As he walked down the halls of his mansion, he remembered just what he was about to suggest and swallowed nervously. He walked in and saw his father, Seto Kaiba, was dressed in a business suit while on the phone with someone. With the way his voice sounded, he was talking to Atem. His mother, Josephine, smiled at him and walked over to him. She, unlike his father, was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Joey! Ya look just like ya father did back in da day!" She commented, giving his hair a good ruffle.
"Mother!" He complained, desperately attempting to fix it.
"Oh, alright, alright, tell me what ya wanted ta talk about." She said casually in a way that made Joey feel comfortable about his choice.
"Well, I decided that we should give the innocents of Southern Japan a chance." Josephine blinked and his father almost choked into the phone, but saved himself just in time to start to quickly end the call. "Their parents might've done bad things, but their kids had nothing to do with it. I was going to invite at the most four of them to see if they would like to be good."
"All right." Josephine nodded, ignoring her husband's glare that was directed at her from over his shoulder. He was still on the phone. "And who would der parents be?"
"I was going to choose Pegasus, Atlantica, Ishtar, and…" he paused a little, preparing himself before he said the next name. "Bakura."
"Absolutely not!" His father roared, having finally ended the call. "A show off fine, a phsycopath maybe, a thief never, but all of the above! Not in a million centuries would I ever-"
"Let me talk ta ya father." Josephine muttered as his father began to rage. "But dis will have ta go through da council- you know dat he's only second in command of da four ruling families, and da most influential is Atem's…"
"I understand, mom." Joey smiled and his mother nodded.
"JOEY SETH KAIBA I FORBID YOU FROM EVER-"
"Seto, can I talk to ya for a moment?" Joey watched as his mother gripped his father in a death grip and dragged him into another room. Joey turned to look out the window and toward the wall again, vaguely remembering the dream about a girl with blonde hair and bright, lavender eyes…
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