Kirei: Hello my readers…GAH! I can't believe you Bruno! Yusei'll kick your butt!

Johan: Kirei! There you go again!

Kirei: WHAT? I can't help it. I love Yusei and he's mine!

Judai: Kirei…

Kirei WHAT? I can't have you. I can't have Johan. This is the only one I can claim!

Jazzlyn: And while they settle that, Disclaimer: Kirei doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX but she does own her plot. Oh, and reviews will now permanently be at the bottom.

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

The moon's light poured from the windowless skylight, casting an eerie glow. Black shadows mingled with the white walls and the column uniformly spread around the vicinity. A rectangular pool was located in the direct center of the room underneath the skylight. A silver-white reflection shimmered before a floating white lily rippled the water's surface. Silence drifted through the room. Six figures were assembled around the pool. All were summoned to this place—the atrium. They didn't realize why the priestess requested the private meeting, but figured their questions would be answered as the moon centered itself in the night sky.

"I am gracious for your presence," Noita appeared from behind a column. Moonlight illuminated her features which appeared completely indifferent. Her white skirt brushed against the ground while the veil on her head swayed with her fluid gait. A bitter smile revealed melancholy as she finished, "for you are the only people I can confide in."

"My lady," the armor-clad warriors gave bow. She curtly said, "Don't bow. I am not one for formalities. I have only requested you to pose a question: Would you protect my brother, regardless of its consequences?"

All of the warriors present were visibly taken back by the question. Then a woman stepped forward. Her pink bangs obscured a purple eye as her curls cascaded to her shoulders. She was Ametisti, one of the prince's most loyal personal guards. Despite her beauty, she was lethal with a pair of elbow blades. Ametisti declared, "My lady, we—I—would humbly serve at master ~~'s side for all eternity."

"Regardless of its consequences?" Noita repeated. "Even if it mean the fall of this land? And your deaths?"

A man, tall and knightly, bowed despite her disdain for it. His white hair stood out from his healthy glowing skin. If not for the armor, then he would be mistaken as a gentleman or noble—thus why he was underestimated as the lieutenant to the prince's forces and enemies would find his potency after his sword pierced their being. Blue eyes, the reason he was named Sapir, gleamed with pride as he stated, "Princess Noita, I cannot speak for my comrades but lord ~~ has granted me a privilege—a chance for redemption—and for that, I would live and die for his sake without regret."

"As would I! For what purpose have you for questioning our loyalty?" Tapas demanded. He was a black-haired man with a muscular build. With sharp canines and alert eyes, he had a feral aura that reflected his savage fighting style. Armed with a large halberd, he could slice hordes of enemies without breaking a sweat. He also could sense the emotion of others—including Noita's evasiveness.

The priestess appeared to be debating whether she could truly depend on these fighters. Finally, she gave a sharp exhale before she admitted, "We are destined to lose to Umbra Terrae. It was my brother who decided to lie and I, his accomplice, remained silent. He sees corruption and taint of this country's deity and the only way to purify the misdeeds is by fire."

Gasps escaped the group. Terra Candorem depended on the visions of the priestess and her sibling. Their predictions were absolute, unmistakable, and inevitable. However, what surprised them wasn't the warning of defeat but the fact the vision announced to the land was a lie.

Tapas roared in disbelief, "Lord ~~ intended to allow us to perish like ignorant livestock? I refuse to believe that blasphemy, wre—"

"Tapas, please allow her to continue," a man interrupted as his staff assisted him in his walking. He was an older man with a sage's robe. His hair had grayed though he possessed wizened green eyes. These eyes examined the room as he informed, "after all she offers her complete existence for the opportunity for you to serve your lord."

Surprised and slightly fearful Noita breathed, "Master Esmaraldus…"

The old man chuckled, "Many moons have fallen since you have succeeded me, my former student. But lay your fears to rest child. I will not utter a word but I beg of you to allow me to join this cause."

"Just what is this cause, Esmaraldus? Why did our lord lie?" a scholarly fellow, Ambrye, wondered. He seemed completely unfit for violence. His windswept hair mimicked silver that contrasted against his nearly sickly pale skin. He hid muscle strength with a lean figure with spectacles upon his gentle amber eyes. Yet, like his comrades, the façade unraveled on the battlefield as he charged like a mammoth through enemies with a large hammer.

Instead of answering, the sage gestured his head towards his student. Clearing her throat, "The prince believed the Light is slowly devouring our being as people. We have envisioned terror, destruction, and ruin from the Great Deity…in his form. He fears the sight of himself murdering his most loyal allies and innocents of this land and others. That is why he entrusted me to permit him to die and seal his ability to be a vessel for the Light. So it may never revive when he is reincarnated. And I fear…I fear…"

"That it will escape and consume him…" her voice wavered, half-hushed. Fear gripped her. She bowed, on her hands and knees, tears escaping, "That is why I beg you! Please…I beg you to follow him into that next life and others to protect him! I will offer what you wish but—!"

Slender arms wrapped around Noita's shoulders. Armor cooled her warm skin. Through tear-stained eyes bright red spheres stared back. This, she recognized, was Carnelian. She was the youngest but brave at heart. Carnelian was both Noita and ~~'s childhood friend who served as an assassin specialized in senbons, or needle-like throwing darts, and an arm-mounted gun, "Please don't grovel, Noita."

"Yeah, it breaks a man's heart to see a maiden weep," Cobalt agreed. Normally the joker of the group, he realized it wasn't the time for laughs. His deep blue eyes reflected his concern and sincerity.

Wiping at the tears, Noita realized she didn't have time to break down. She had to maintain strength for her brother's sake. Standing on her own, her face returned to its serious and confident appearance, "For the present, continue the mask of ignorance and once the trumpets of war sound we shall meet again, Jewels of Light."

Everyone present kneeled before the lady. Sapir told her, "We shall await that day and until then forget not we are at your aid, princess, for lord ~~'s sake."

She raised a hand and muttered an incantation in an ancient tongue. When she finished the warriors rose, "Leave while the moon's oil continues to burn. I must tend to my duties."

The ladies and gentlemen bowed. She sat cross-legged at the edge of the pool as footsteps receded from the atrium. Her green eyes shut in concentration. The only sound remaining was the clack of a staff tapping on marble flooring. Noita wondered without opening her eyes or moving, "Something troubles you, master?"

Esmaraldus stood behind the priestess. He was the former priest of Terra Candorem—making him ~~ and Noita's great-uncle. While his brother was ill, Esmaraldus taught the priestess and her sibling to hone their foresight and trained Noita as his successor. And as her teacher, he knew various mannerisms about her, like when she was hiding something, "Reincarnation is a decision of fate. Manipulating destiny does not come without its burden, Noita. I am certain you are aware of this?"

"I am," she replied, opening her eyes to the moon's reflection. Her uncle noted, "And the sealing of a divine force is not without its drawbacks."

Noita pointed out, "I am well-versed in the rules of forbidden arts, uncle. This does not surprise me."

"How do you intend to deal with the casting of the spells?"

"With the seal drawn with blood, the people serving as lambs of sacrifice, and the warriors as his guardians the seal would be easily finished with the collapse of this land" She said, avoiding the topic he was most concerned with.

Esmaraldus clarified with a firm voice, "What happens to its caster, Noita?"

"In short uncle…" she shifted her position to where she rested her chin on her knees, "…I lose everything."

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

Jazzlyn shot up from her futon, breathless. She plopped back down onto the mattress which only absorbed her weight easily. Her hand pulled the pillow from under her head and placed it over her face, "This is getting ridiculous…I want to go back to having normal dreams!"

"You mean heart attack land?" Ange questioned as she appeared beside the young woman.

"For Ra's sake you act like an amusement park made out of candy is a bad thing!" the bluenette cried. Ange rolled her eyes. The pillow slipped off Jazzlyn's face which was scrutinizing the ceiling, "But every night…it just leaves me with more questions about what happened to Noita, er me…I don't know. It's just weird ya know? I feel like I'm seeing a memoir…because it's so insane."

Ange's wings fluttered out before they folded in behind the angel, "You're not making sense, Jazzlyn."

"It's just strange because I feel she's a complete masochist because she's suffering so much," Green eyes bore at the sunlit ceiling. "At the same time I admire her because she's lost the guy she was in love with, and giving her life for the sake of someone precious to her."

"You're not so different from her," the duel spirit commented. "After all, freefalling from North Academia for a shikigami (1), getting shot for him, nearly losing yourself in his subconscious…you're quite reckless."

The woman turned onto her side, facing the Angel of Destruction, "I can't help that my older brother is so danger-prone…"

Her eyes seemed to gloss over in thought. The warriors Noita met with…the PAD felt as if she knew them from somewhere else. What were their names again? She wracked her mind for details from the fleeting dream, "Carnelian…Ambrye…Sapir…Esmaraldus…Ametisti…Tapas…and…"

"Cobalt."

The last name made it all come together for her, "Cobalt! That's it! JOHAAAAAANNNNNNN!"

Blankets were strewn from her form as she rushed out of her futon. Sliding the door back, Jazzlyn rushed out the room. Ange tilted her head in confusion at her master's sudden outburst, but shrugged it off. Her master worked in peculiar ways so the duel spirit thought it best to not question it.

Judai rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened the door. CRASH! He was thrown onto his back as his face was crooked at a collarbone. Involuntarily he sniffed a faint sugary scent as he met with green eyes so similar to his fiancé's, "Oh damn, Judai. Sorry, a bit overexcited today. Speaking of which, where's Johan?"

She removed herself and helped the hapless brunette, "Uh Jazzlyn? He's still with the doctor."

A blink of confusion came from the woman. This was news to her. She returned from her 'date' late last night and immediately fell asleep. Any news about anyone was a surprise to her, "Huh? What did I miss last night?" she gaped, "You couldn't wait for the honeymoon, could you?"

"Not b-because of that!" Judai called his face red from embarrassment. "Er, uh, well…he…got shot."

"What?" the lady yelled as she shook the brunette's shoulders. "How can you look so calm and say that?"

Judai's headed lolled back and forth as any sleepiness remaining in him was shaken, "J-Jazzlyn, you're making my dizzy and—"

Laughter rang from behind the two, "Hehehe, it seems I'm missed."

"Johan!" Judai and Jazzlyn cried as the said man stood in the doorway. His boyfriend glomped him, making them tumble onto the floor, "So how's your injury? You're gonna be okay right? It didn't puncture anything?"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow…." Johan said underneath the weight. "At this rate I'll have to go back to the doctor…"

His sister stood above him, "How do you get shot? You're really slipping off your game."

Her sibling merely laughed again, "I guess I am, that's bad isn't it?"

Repressing the urge to kick the injured male, Jazzlyn changed the topic, "Can I borrow your deck?"

"Huh? Why?" Johan asked as he reached for the deck holster on his belt. She shrugged, "I'm starting to lose my grip on the deck. And if I do…then how else am I going to pretend to be you?"

The reason seemed strange but she has asked her brother the question before and vice versa. They tended to remain well-versed in the other's deck. This was so they could recognize the deck immediately and so they could continue their ability to switch places. Johan complied and handed her his deck. She managed a 'thanks' before walking out the door.

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

(Field on Yuki Estate)

"Alright, you guys," Jazzlyn said once she was settled under the shade of a tree. "I have questions and I'm pretty sure you can answer them."

Though they weren't her duel spirits, the Jewel Beasts respected her since she helped Johan trust them once he lost his original deck. Astral versions of the six animals appeared before her. Cobalt spread his wings as he questioned, "This isn't about boys is it? If it is, you're asking the wrong bird."

A laugh escaped her lips, "Guys are the least of my troubles. What I need to ask you about is…do you all know of a time you lived in before now?"

Suddenly, the Jewel Beasts fell silent in contemplation. They nestled themselves comfortably on the grass, though it remained unchanged by their movement. No one spoke. Impatiently waiting, Jazzlyn noticed the Beasts exchange glances among themselves. She was going to get an answer from them whether she had prod for the information, "What about the name Noita? Or Jewel of the Light? Either jump out at you?"

Anxiety spread on their features as the quietness continued. The wind played with the lady's hair as disdain graced her face. Her temperament was simmering slowly beginning to bubble—patience never was her strong suit. Finally, she called, "This is getting nowhere! I need to know about what happened. I get the feeling that Johan is danger because of what happened during the Neo period."

It seemed like she said the magic word as Topaz Tiger sighed, "We cannot tell you much, Jazz. We know nothing more except we met with the priestess by the name of Noita. She begged for us to follow her brother through time. Nothing significant happened until she greeted each of us on the battlefield—as our angel of death."

Amber Mammoth added, "Honestly, it feels like someone cut out pieces of that life. We cannot remember don't even know the name of the prince—only that in this lifetime he is Johan."

"Huh? How can you not? You kept saying his name over and over," Jazzlyn informed, surprised as she stood. "His name was—"

Her sentence was abruptly halted as something within warned her not to say the word. Without warning, it felt as if a psychic force rammed into her. Like someone had invaded her head and was prodding through her memories and unlocking others belonging to her past life. It was overwhelming as Jazzlyn swayed and clutched her head. Faintly she make out the concerned voices of her brother's duel spirits.

A mental stab made her wince. The stab felt almost like a physical wound. She felt herself falling but her sight was already pitch black.

Princess!

Remain where you are! Your first and only concern is the prince!

You cannot protect this seal much longer, witch. This life will be the one to revive my vessel and you cannot stop me.

You say that now, but so long as I hold the key…you can do nothing!

Many thoughts boomed in Jazzlyn's head. Mainly how she assumed was Noita and whatever was tried to pry in her mind. The words dulled from yelling to talking. Talking into whispers. Whispers to droning. Droning into silence.

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

Kirei: Yay! I finished.

Johan: And put off your week-worth of homework until Sunday. You have school tomorrow, Kirei.

Kirei: Damn straight I do! And now I must hurry to finish it!

Authoress' Notes:

1) shikigami: A 'demon' that usually takes the form of an animal and under the command of their summoner. When Ange mentions Jazzlyn's reckless stunts, this refers to a chapter of North Academia entitled: A Lurking Figure.

Reviewers Response:

Sakural7865:Yes, Judai's a ninja! Everyone beware! Mwahaha!

Oak-chan:Jazzlyn: Hasn't it been mentioned that if anyone tried that they'd be killed? Judai: Everyone seems to fancy this idea of me being a shinobi. Kirei: Well, not many people thought of you being one. Johan, sure. I mean he's even your white knight in one fanfic!

Yukiko Shiroryuu: Judai: Clone myself—no. Hang from ceilings—yes. Johan: I think I did enough damage. I think I injured two guys…Sorry! Two guys: We'll live. Plus we still get paid.

Chrisandersenyuki: Yep, all of my GX fanfics so far are all intertwined. At least until I do one of the others on my profile. Johan: Damn it Kirei. Finish one story at a time.

Luving Randomness:Judai: What was the score before? Haou: Hm…I wonder if I get enough fangirls I could take over this story… Kirei: What? Haou, you can't do that! That'll ruin the plot line! As for Yubel…grr…she's like Suzaku, I understand why she did what she did, but damn it trying to blow Johan up with a trap card is not so easily forgiven! (Though I do have her to thank for the badass Johan and win under his belt of defeating Kaiser—something not even Judai did! Ha!)

Kira Y.: Hello! And thank you (I think—JK!) for being addicted to my story.