Chapter 1: Meet the New Girl [Revised]
Author's Note: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any quotes I use in this. I have altered episodes, naturally and some of Kaiba's personality traits but nothing too huge. I do not follow episodes perfectly and will probably skip quite a bit.
If you are wondering why I am revising this story, just look at the original. My past writing actually sickens me. It's so bad. Enjoy!
Pegasus' Island:
"Men and their egos. You, good sir, have just been defeated." With the final blow, the duelist across from her lost the remainder of his life points blasted away. Reinn Magato. One of the strongest and probably the least known duelist on the Island. "Thanks for your Star Chips, honey. Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me which dock you'll be leaving from tonight, I'll be more than glad to see you off." She couldn't help but boast just a little. Winning at Duel Monsters left her with such an intense feeling of adrenaline. She smirked and turned, leaping down from her position at the Red side of the arena. She landed on her feet easily, her shoulder-length black hair bouncing slightly as her bright, hot pink bangs tickled her face. Reinn had always been the type of person that could draw someone in and surprise them. Something about her beauty: The lure of her golden brown eyes, the intensity of her spirit, the determination that just circled around her. She was always ready for anything. That is, except commitment.
The punk-looking girl strode away from the arena, attaching the star chips to her bracelet and then shoving her hands forcefully into her pockets. Reinn had learned, even young, that her looks could be used much to her advantage. When people saw her, especially in a duelling setting, most could only think one thing: 'Dear god, an angel'. However, that would quickly be brushed away and people would almost always assume she was a pushover in duels and an easy target. Reinn remained detached from people, despite her beauty. In truth, she fancied herself a misanthrope, generally hating humans. She found that they were shallow and hollow. Everyone always seemed to follow the pack while she marched to the beat of her own drum. It was sickening to her. Sickening to witness the decay of individual thoughts and feelings into a communal, mob mentality-like emotional range. She didn't see a reason to have just another sheep in her life. She also didn't believe she required a Significant Other to make herself matter in the world, like almost every other woman.
Needless to say, Reinn was very different from other girls her age who chased the latest fashions and the cutest boys. Being only eighteen didn't stop the girl from thinking about the big picture and being oddly mature and self-aware for her age. Not to mention wise. She looked down at her black jeans, gently brushing off some dust from around a couple of tears and zippers and also off her navy blue t-shirt. Her clothing style was very unique as well. Reinn made a lot of her own clothes, having learned to fend for herself since her mother and father died. Tragic it was, especially for a ten year old who had nowhere to go. Generally, children in the orphanage who were ten or above had no chance of being adopted. Reinn was no exception. She looked down at her right hand as she withdrew it from her pocket, a ring from the orphanage on her right ring finger. She had three rings on her right hand and two on her left, each one meaning something important to her, like a cornerstone of her life. On her right was the Orphanage ring, her mother's ring, and a ring from a friend who had been adopted. On her left was a ring given to her by one of her only boyfriends and one that she bought at the same time as her first Duel Monster cards. A critical point of her life as far as she was concerned.
Nearby, yet unknown to Reinn, a plot of revenge was unfolding. Seto Kaiba, the owner of KaibaCorp, had just landed by helicopter on the island. There was only one thought on his mind. A driving need to, not only see his brother again, but to defeat Pegasus in order to get him back. His one hand gripped the handle of his sleek silver suitcase and he began to walk, making his way towards the castle-like structure. He didn't care about this foolish contest like the other trainers. He would defeat them if they got in his way. He had something worth fighting for. And nothing was going to distract him from his purpose.
