Yu-Gi-Oh! 6thRoC

Firstly, I must admit that I didn't originally intend on posting this so early, because of the revelation of Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V. However, after a conversation with a friend about posting something on Christmas, I was unable to think up a suitable one-shot, so I settled on the first chapter of this fic.

To any and all, welcome to this new fanfiction! I'm Sanokal, for those who don't know, and I'll be telling (finally) the story of my own Yu-Gi-Oh! Series, Yu-Gi-Oh! 6thRequiem of Chaos.

I should point out that this fic is intended to be a successor to the Yu-Gi-Oh! Series of canon wonder and its conception has, in a lot of ways, been similar to 's fic Yu-Gi-Oh! G-START (By the way, go and give that a check, because it's pretty damn good, even though there is a lot of gratuitous Japanese thrown in there).

Because it's a successor, it will thus have a lot of similar themes and/or story elements to past Yu-Gi-Oh! Series, which you'll likely know when you see them. A large reason that I've mentioned G-START is because it's using more of an RPG party dynamic for the main characters, an approach that I'm using as well, it just took the stating of it for that fic to kick-start it for me.

It also means that I'll be using A LOT of original cards, as one thing I always enjoy about the series is seeing the decks of the main characters, especially when they aren't set to a certain archetype, and rather a theme. That said I'll likely use decks and strategies that wouldn't look too out of place in the real game, largely due to the fact that I wouldn't be able to handle myself using an unplayable deck in this fic. Not to mention a few staples. I WON'T, however, use too much card drawing, unless a character's deck specifically uses cards like that, as otherwise it becomes more of an ass pull situation rather than maintaining control.

There's also a large difference, which you'll notice very quickly, but I'll keep that to myself.

Another theme I'll try to cover is more reasonable courses of action in a situation, and because this is set in Japan, I'll do my best to render honorifics and etiquette in the manner of the Japanese. And yes, I am as non-Japanese as you can possibly get.

So without further ado and rambling on my part, are we sitting comfortably? Good. Let's begin.

The Shadow Game!

Where am I?

I don't know where I am.

I know what I'm doing.

What? Is that…?

"Nurse! We need a nurse now!"

Where am I?...

"Oh my…where did you find her?"

I don't…

"Poor girl. She must have been freezing."

Is that what this is?...

"We've got to stabilize her. Concentrate, now."

And I'll see him again…

Yumi opened her eyes.

She gasped, and grabbed her blankets, drawing them around her and simply lying there, taking in the warmth.

So cold…, she thought. Yumi shivered, remembering the biting cold that was the beginning of her life and knowledge. That's all I can remember…, she thought. The cold and the dark.

Flashes danced in front of her sapphire-blue eyes. An alleyway, dripping with water, someone lying on the ground, and a group of people standing around her, talking in hushed, worried tones.

She tightened her blankets, and before she knew it, the extra warmth had returned her to her dreams.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Yumi's eyes snapped open at the familiar alarm, and she groaned. Aww…

The blaring noise shut off, and Yumi clambered out of her blankets, blinking to get the sleep out of her eyes, before getting up from her futon, and stumbling into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, and thorough wash of her waist-length white hair, Yumi went for her drawers, taking out the pressed white uniform that lay inside them. White trousers, shirt, tie, and overcoat, embroidered with elegant gold thread, and padded with a dark collar, cuffs and shoulders.

Yumi sighed. I'm still not used to this high class thing, she thought, pulling on a pair of white gloves.

Dressed, and her hair neatly dried and arranged, Yumi stepped out into the hallway of Duel Academy Sanctuary.

The other girls had been mainly up before her, and only a few of them were still filing out into the hallways. Well, seeing as their hair didn't take too long to clean, thought Yumi ruefully. Not that I'll get it cut for anything.

"Good morning, Miss Kisara," said one of the other girls politely, a brown haired girl with purple eyes.

"Good morning, Miss Kunari," replied Yumi with equal politeness, and a last minute bow. I think I'm getting the grasp of this politeness business, she thought.

"So, did you finish that homework from Professor Wormwood?" asked Kunari.

Yumi laughed sheepishly. "Eh…"

Kunari sighed. "You haven't, have you?" she said resignedly. "I don't see why you find history so hard."

Yumi stopped smiling, and looked to the side.

Kunari noticed. "Oh…sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to be insensitive."

"Don't worry about it," replied Yumi. "It's not like it's something that you can control."

Kunari frowned. "Don't tell me that," she said. "It's not something I want to be doing, by accident or not."

The girls were silent for a bit, until another bell rang, and they jumped in surprise.

"Oh shoot!" yelped Kunari. "We've gotta hurry!" She took off down the corridor, with Yumi close on her heels.

They didn't see a shadowy figure standing around the corner behind them.

Heh-heh-heh, he laughed internally. Just wait till recess, and then I'll be all ready!

Yumi typed down notes in her Duel Pad as Professor Wormwood talked about the Second World War, and many of the students gasped as he discussed the events of the attack on Pearl Harbour, gesturing to diagrams on the smartboard.

She selected another folder after finishing off a paragraph, touched the icon, and stared at the questions that Wormwood had assigned a week ago. Arggh!, she thought. I don't have the patience for history homework!

"And here we have a classic example of the lack of attention that caught the Americans off guard when…our…forces attacked the Harbour," commented Professor Wormwood's voice. "Miss Kisara, it's called homework for a reason."

Yumi tried to smile timidly, and she saw Kunari facepalm herself behind Wormwood's back.

"Might I remind you, Miss Kunari, that I can hear everything that goes on inside this class," said Wormwood tiredly. He was a thin man, and rather short to boot, but there was something intimidating about him, even though his only attribute was hearing that was in his own words,

"-keener than anyone's on the planet," declared both Wormwood and Yumi at the same time.

Yumi covered her mouth. Oops, she thought.

"Are you being cheeky again, Miss Kisara?" asked Wormwood.

"No!" squeaked Yumi.

"Good," replied Wormwood, turning around. "Now, Miss Kunari, you – MR SHOKAN!" he yelled.

A black and white haired student, who'd been dozing off behind Kunari, snapped to attention and hurriedly saluted. "Yes, sir!" he yelped. "Ready sir! Totally not sleeping in class, SIR!"

Wormwood sighed, "It's the second day in a row, Mr Shokan," he warned Shokan. "You cannot keep disturbing my class like this…"

"But I'm not!" protested Shokan. "All I did was…"

"Fall asleep, AGAIN, and draw attention to yourself inevitably," interrupted Wormwood without missing a beat. "If this continues, it's detention." He pushed his glasses up his nose, and turned back to the smartboard. "Now that we've got that matter out of the way, as I was saying…"

"Boy, am I glad that Mr Shokan acted up today," whispered Kunari to Yumi. The two girls sat huddled in a corner of the courtyard, while several people were standing around with their Duel Pads attached to their wrists, and eyepieces on their faces.

"He got himself in pretty big trouble," pointed out Yumi, taking a bite out of her riceball.

Kunari shrugged, and swallowed. "It's Mr Shokan's own fault. He's late to class, he slacks off, throws paper aeroplanes around, and to top it off…"

"Hey, ladies!" called Shokan's voice.

"…He's right behind me," finished Kunari.

Sure enough, Shokan stood behind the girls, overcoat slung over his shoulder, running his hands through his spiky black and white hair. "So, how were your weekends?" he asked. "Good?" he added, not even waiting for an answer.

"Better than today," muttered Kunari, but Shokan didn't get the veiled insult and just kept on talking.

"Oh man, Professor Wormwood was angry at me today! He kept me back after class and gave me a lecture about staying awake in class and not being up late on a weekend night. I told him that it wasn't the weekend, his speeches were just boring, so it wasn't my fault, but he either didn't believe me or he was even angrier after that!"

"I wonder why?" commented Kunari sarcastically, but Shokan didn't get the insult.

"Yeah, me too," replied Shokan. "Hey, Yumi, are you settling in all right?"

"Uh…I'm getting used to it here…" Yumi replied, who was quite surprised at his casual use of her first name.

Kunari had noticed too, and promptly yelled. "Mr Shokan!"

"Just call me Akira, I like my first name better without any strings attached. Although I wouldn't say no to Master Akira either…" replied Shokan, holding up a hand in fake modesty.

That statement caught both Yumi and Kunari off guard. "Sure," said Yumi timidly.

Akira had noticed her shyness. "Hey, sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable, Yumi," he said, using her first name again. Kunari looked as if she was about to faint.

"I just try and make friends with everyone in the school, that's all!" declared Akira. "With my irresistible charm, it's a mission that I'm willing to accomplish by the end of the year!" With that, he punched the air with his right fist and held his overcoat with his left, stepping up with one foot onto the balcony where the girls were sitting.

There was a stunned silence for half a minute before Kunari regained her composure. "Look, Mr Shokan…"

"Akira," interrupted Akira, bowing modestly.

"Right…Akira, if you're going to make friends with everyone in the school…why are you wasting so much time with us?"

Akira looked confused. "Because you guys are nice, that's why," he said. "And I'm nice, so I figured it'd be a good match!"

Before Kunari could work up a reply, a gruff voice asked, "Is this person bothering you, ladies?"

Akira turned and paled at the sight of the tall, tanned man in a white and grey uniform standing behind him. "Eh…hey, Mr. Thorne," he said.

"What's going on here, Shokan?" asked Mr. Thorne.

Akira swallowed. "Nothing! Nothing at all!" he said nervously. "I'd better go now, though, I don't wanna be late for my next class…I've already been yelled at once today!"

Before Mr. Thorne could react, Akira had turned and fled.

The big security guard just watched him go, before turning to Yumi and Kunari. "You tell me if that boy's harassing you again," he said firmly. "We've had complaints that he's been bothering students when they've been studying. If it escalates any further than today, he will be punished."

"Uhh, okay…" replied Yumi nervously. Secretly though, she didn't plan to tell Mr. Thorne about it if Akira did bother them again. She didn't tell Kunari that, though.

Mr. Thorne headed off to patrol the borders again, and Yumi shuddered. "He's scary," she admitted.

Kunari nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. He's a psychic as well, apparently."

"Even the security guard is psychic?" asked Yumi in surprise.

"Of course," replied Kunari. "Duel Academy Sanctuary is a school of elite psychic students. Naturally, the only people that would pose a threat to them are other psychic individuals, and thus, only people with psychic powers can combat them."

"How is Mr. Thorne psychic, then?" asked Yumi. I really hope it isn't mind-reading, she thought.

"That's why we felt ill at ease," explained Kunari. "He claims that he's got an 'aura' of fear around him all the time."

Yumi gasped at that statement. "An aura of fear?" she asked.

Kunari nodded. "It was a little low-level when he was there, but it was active," she pointed out. "You saw Akira get himself out of there as fast as he could. Plus, it helps that he enforces all the rules on campus. He's up there when it comes to authority."

Yumi though to herself for a few minutes, munching on her riceball, while behind them a student was thrown off his feet by a shockwave. It was a daily occurrence, so she didn't pay it any mind.

"Aura of fear, huh?" she asked Kunari.

Kunari resisted the urge to facepalm and decided to sweatdrop instead. "Yes," she replied.

The next day, Yumi was far more tired than she had been previously. Man, this sucks…, she thought. I didn't even have the dream this time… She yawned loudly as she pulled out a uniform.

When she emerged from her room, Kunari was standing right outside the door.

"Ah!" screamed Yumi in surprise, before regaining her composure. "Miss Kunari!"

"…Just call me Eloe," said Kunari – or rather, Eloe. "There's trouble."

She grabbed Yumi's hand and dragged her down the hallway.

"Miss Kunari – Eloe, what's going on? And you can call me Yumi if you want," she added.

"You'll see," replied Eloe tonelessly.

She opened a door, and they walked out into the courtyard. A large crowd was gathered in the middle, where Yumi and Eloe had ate lunch the previous day, and Yumi could hear yells of pain from behind the people.

Eloe shoved her way through the crowd, pulling Yumi with her. Yumi righted herself, and gasped in horror.

Akira Shokan was lying on the ground, with his hands behind his head in a feeble effort to protect himself. A tall student with very short black hair was kicking him around brutally, and slammed his foot particularly nastily into Akira's stomach, the sheer force of the blow knocking him off the ground.

Akira gasped as he crashed into the stone, dirtying his already torn and messy uniform.

"Stop!" cried Yumi, running over to him. "What are you doing that for?!"

Before the tall student could answer, a voice rang out from among the students.

"He was doing that under my orders," declared Mr. Thorne, shouldering past the students. His fear aura quickly sent many of them scattering, including the student that had been beating Akira.

Yumi was afraid too, but she refused to show it. "Why did you do that?" she asked angrily. "What did Akira do to deserve that?"

"We had reports that he was harassing students," explained Mr. Thorne. "His slacker attitude is unbecoming for this Academy, so he has been punished to show him what will happen if he spends more time annoying people than focusing on his studies." He pulled his cap low over his head. "What makes me curious, however, is why you are defending him after he was annoying you."

Yumi was shocked. "He wasn't annoying me!" she protested. "And even if he was, what you've done is totally unacceptable!"

She didn't expect one of the remaining students to raise his hand, and a force lifted her off the ground and into the air. Fear gripped her as Mr. Thorne got closer, with an angry scowl on his face.

"Are you questioning my methods, Miss Kisara?" he asked dangerously. The fear intensified, and many more students turned and left, with the exception of the long-haired brunette boy that was suspending her in the air with his telekinetic powers.

Mr. Thorne smiled. "I didn't think so," he said snidely. "If you have a complaint, leave it at my desk sometime, would you?"

With that, he gestured to the student who was suspending Yumi, and the boy flicked his wrist carelessly, throwing her on top of Akira before both the boy and Mr. Thorne went in different directions.

"Ow…" moaned Yumi, picking herself up.

"Are you all right?" asked Eloe in a worried tone, helping Yumi to her feet.

"I'm fine," replied Yumi. "I don't know about Akira though."

Akira was beaten pretty badly, and chose that moment to groan in pain.

Eloe looked reluctant, but after a few seconds she sighed. "All right, let's get him to the nurse's office," she said. "Miss Orchid should know what to do with him."

Both she and Yumi heaved Akira to his feet, and put one of Akira's arms around their shoulders.

"…I shouldn't be being carried…" mumbled Akira.

"Zip it, Mr. Shokan," replied Eloe. "You can't walk on your own."

"It's Akira…" he protested weakly.

Miss Orchid, the school nurse, was quite surprised when Eloe and Yumi came in carrying Akira.

"Oh my goodness, put him down here, girls," said in shock.

Eloe and Yumi carted Akira over to the bed, and laid him down.

"Is he going to be all right?" asked Yumi in concern.

Miss Orchid flicked her dyed red hair out of her eyes. "He'll be fine," she replied. "His cuts and bruises aren't too severe." She raised her eyes to look at the two girls. "I assume he's been attacked and beaten up?"

Yumi and Eloe exchanged worried glances. "Yes," admitted Yumi. "Mr. Thorne got someone to teach him a lesson because he'd apparently been harassing people and being a bad student.

Miss Orchid pursed her lips in annoyance. "This Academy's elitist attitude is going to end up alienating every student that comes here," she said in an irritated tone. "Anyway, Mr. Shokan should be fixed up by tomorrow, so if you want to visit him you can be back by then."

Yumi bowed in thanks, and she and Eloe turned to leave.

"And by the way, Miss Kisara," added Miss Orchid.

Yumi stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

"I think Mr. Thorne's methods need to be complained about, don't you?" she asked.

Yumi nodded. "I'll go there tonight," she said.

After the day's lessons, Yumi lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Man, Professor Wormwood wasn't happy when he found out that Akira wasn't in history today, she thought glumly. Poor guy.

There was a knock on the door, and Yumi opened her eyes fully. "Come in," she said.

Eloe opened the door, and slipped in. "How are you?" she asked.

Yumi sighed. "I'm a bit worried about Akira," she admitted. "Aren't you?"

Eloe hesitated. "Look…Yumi…just because I didn't like him, doesn't mean I wanted him beaten up. I mean, I wouldn't have gone and gotten you if I'd known you'd get on Mr. Thorne's bad side," she said. "Weren't you going to go and see him?" she asked.

"Well, I was going to file a complaint, yeah," replied Yumi. "I guess you'll want to stay here?" she said, getting up.

"Yumi, wait-" protested Eloe, but Yumi had already gone outside, shutting the door behind her.

Eloe was shocked. Did her eyes just glow blue?, she asked herself.

Mr. Thorne was sitting at his desk, filing some paperwork. He whistled nonchalantly as he slid the last sheets into the cabinet, and he closed it, and then grabbed a drink out of his wall cupboard.

He grinned as he poured the drink out. Ah…, he thought. Nothing like a cold drink after a day's work.

There was a knock on his door, and he sighed, cursing under his breath. "What is it?" he asked.

Yumi Kisara opened the door, and timidly entered.

Mr. Thorne groaned. "What do you want?" he asked irritably.

"What you did to Akira was unacceptable," said Yumi bravely. "So if you don't apologise, I'm going to take it to the principal."

Mr. Thorne snorted. "You think that Mr. Lotus'll listen to you?" he asked. "I work my back off keeping order here, and to have some snot-nosed brat muck around like that just really rubs me the wrong way."

His fear power spread out, but Yumi didn't look like she was afraid. "If you aren't going to admit that you were wrong, then I'll have to be more persuasive," she said. "Do you want to play a game?"

Before Mr. Thorne could reply, Yumi's eyes glowed bright blue, blanking out her eye sockets, and a wild wind seemed to blow behind her, whipping her waist length hair around.

Mr. Thorne backed away in shock as the room seemed to darken.

Yumi held up an envelope. "I've got my complaint written in this envelope," she explained in a distorted voice. "I also notice that you've been a regular at the game center," she added, picking up a deck of cards from the desk. "So let's give us some room."

Mr. Thorne jumped as his desk and filing cabinets were snatched away by an invisible force, and thrown hard against the wall.

"What the-what did you-" he asked in shock.

Yumi smiled. "Please, Mr. Thorne, this is a school for psychic students," she said. "It's hardly a strange occurrence." She held the cards on her palm, and the deck rose into the air, before shuffling itself. Yumi gestured, and the cards began to deal, one to Mr. Thorne, as per tradition, and then one to her, arranging them in separate piles.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Thorne in confusion.

Yumi just raised her hands, and the cards began to slide out in a line. First one slid out from Mr. Thorne's pile, and then one slid out from her own, until the cards formed a line between them.

"This is how our Shadow Game will play out," explained Yumi.

"Shadow Game?" asked Mr. Thorne.

"Yes, that's just what I said, now pay attention," replied Yumi wearily. "We take turns picking up cards. We move forward the number of cards on the floor equal to the number on the card, and the other player moves backwards the same number of cards. Royals are equal to the following: Jack to eleven, Queen to twelve, and King to thirteen. And a joker…well, a joker is the end."

With that done, she smiled. "You've got to move thirty-seven cards forwards, Mr. Thorne," she explained. "Let's play the Game. First one to the envelope decides what to do with it." Yumi folded her arms. "I'll even get you go first, shall I?" she remarked.

Mr. Thorne looked at her in surprise, and picked up his card. He smiled. "It's the ten of clubs," he smiled, walking forwards ten cards.

Yumi knelt down, and picked up her card. She turned it towards Mr. Thorne.

He gasped. "King of Hearts?" he asked in surprise. Grudgingly, he walked backwards to the end of the line, and Yumi walked forwards thirteen cards.

Mr. Thorne picked up the next card and scowled. "Two of spades," he said, moving up two cards, while Yumi moved down two.

Yumi picked up the eleventh card from where she'd started, including the one she'd already drawn. "Queen of spades," she intoned, walking forwards twelve steps.

Mr. Thorne whitened, and he walked backwards again. The only progress I've been making is due to picking up my own cards!, he thought, sweating. He picked up his card. That's a little better, he thought. "Three of hearts," he said, stepping forward.

Yumi shrugged, and stepped backwards, picking up her card. "Nine of diamonds," she said confidently, and she walked forwards nine more cards.

"This can't be happening!" gasped Mr. Thorne, backing down the line. "This is impossible!" He desperately picked up his card, and showed it to Yumi. Ugh. Six of diamonds. He walked forwards, and Yumi walked backwards, but she was getting closer and closer to the envelope.

I know what I said, but if Headmaster Lotus sees a proper complaint, I'll lose my job!, thought Mr. Thorne frantically. He licked his lips nervously as Yumi picked up her next card.

"Jack of diamonds," she said, smiling at him.

She was only three cards away from the envelope now.

No!, snarled Mr. Thorne inwardly. His fear aura had failed him, and he snatched up his card – a joker.

Yumi smirked. "End of the line, Mr. Thorne," she said, picking up the ace of hearts. "Oh, what a pity," she said. "I'm still not there."

"NO!" yelled Mr. Thorne, diving forwards at Yumi.

It was a last-ditch effort, and she sidestepped easily. "That's against the rules!" she said in a terrible voice.

Mr. Thorne wasn't finished, and he snatched up the envelope. "Gotcha!" he yelled.

Yumi's eyes glowed an intense blue. "One who breaks the rules must be punished!" she screamed, the winds scattering the playing cards. The cards swirled around her in a tornado, and then sped towards Mr. Thorne, wrapping around him and lifting him off the ground.

Even trapped by the cards, Mr. Thorne was still defiant. "You planned this from the start!" roared Mr. Thorne angrily.

"You have broken the rules of a Shadow Game," replied Yumi. "You automatically lose. As the loser, you have to play the Penalty Game!" she cried. "Experience it!"

Behind Yumi, a white dragon shrouded in darkness rose up against the winds with a roar.

Mr. Thorne abandoned all pride and composure and screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His screaming meant that he didn't hear Yumi's next words, and the dragon blasted him with a stream of lightning.

"Hey, Yumi!" called Akira, running up to her after history the next day.

Yumi smiled warmly. "Hey Akira," she replied.

Next to her, Eloe looked away in embarrassment.

"Thanks for talking to Headmaster Lotus about Mr. Thorne," said Akira. "It's a pity they didn't fire him, though."

"You know, that is odd," admitted Eloe. "They found his office destroyed, and he was passed out, and he looked scared out of his life, they said."

Yumi frowned. "Really?" she asked. "That's odd…"

"So how are you holding up, Akira?" asked Eloe.

"Oh, I'm all right – hey!" he said. "You called me Akira!"

Eloe went red. "Yes, I suppose I did," she admitted with a slight smile.

"Woohoo!" cheered Akira. "Awesome! That's two friends!"

"We're not…oh, fine, of course we are," replied Eloe. "So, how about we find somewhere quiet where we can't be seen!"

"Yeah, good idea – hey! Is there a reason why we shouldn't be seen?" asked Akira.

Yumi smiled as Akira and Eloe bickered. I feel…more whole…, she thought to herself, looking up into the clouds, hearing the roar of a dragon.

It's the end of the first chapter! I've polished this to hopeful and absolute perfection, and I've started to write several other chapters that I'm still polishing so that I can update this weekly. Then I can make it seem more like a series release.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anything, because I'm willing to answer, and happy to talk.

Next chapter: Accidents occur all around Duel Academy Sanctuary, and the culprit is within the school…within the staff…within the restaurant?

Please rate and review, everybody! And Merry Christmas for whenever it was Christmas for you all! Plus a happy New Year for that time!