Hello. I know what you're thinking. "Whaaaaaaat? A Tristan fic? You don't see many of those." Yeah well..I know...I wanted to do something a little different.at least.I think its different.I haven't seen or read any Tristan fics, so I wouldn't really know. Anyways, I hope you like it. And it is Yaoi. So if you don't like yaoi, I suggest you move your mouse up to the toolbar and click the big button that says, "Back". And all flames will be used to toast marshmallows to make s'mores.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own YuGiOh. And I don't own Jell-O either. I own everything else in this fic. ^^;;

Five Leaves
Chapter One: Beginnings

(((((2 ½ pages on Microsoft Word)))))

Tristan inhaled deeply. He knew that this was how it was going to end. He gazed over the scenery, noting the sheer bliss and beauty of the city of Domino below him. He looked down, and observed the long way down. He chuckled. He left his signature trade mark in the dust, two capital T's and a diagonal ring spiraling around the letters, using the tip of his left sneaker. He felt the breeze tickling his skin, whispering in his ear. Tristan shut his eyes and spread out his arms, eagle style. He let his body go and felt the rush of momentum against his frail human body.

Time seemed to slow down as he fell through the air. Memories of his young life flashed throughout his pulsing brain. How he had always been more like a third wheel in the group. How he had loved his "best friend", but he was shunned away when Yugi had tamed the handsome blonde. Tristan tried to blink back tears, but his efforts were in vain as his tears fell synchronized next to his gravity pulled corpse. He shut his eyes as his internal clock fell in synch with the rest of the world. The panorama on his sides was blurred. Tristan shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the instance of pain, and then the end.

Tristan stopped. He just.stopped.midair. He was.floating. He threw his eyelids open. He was hovering airborne, in an endless cloud of thick mist. He started falling again, but at a much slower pace. His feet softly hit the ground, and as he bent his knees to secure a safe landing, his hands barely caressed the soft earth beneath him. Tristan panicked. Where was he? Why wasn't he dead? Or was he dead? And this was the afterworld. But is this the afterworld? Where exactly was he?! Tristan blinked a few times as the fog seemed to rise away from him and move on. A tremble from behind him made him jump.

"It is not your time." A voice whispered.

"Go back." Another voice from his left.

"Beware.the five leafed clover." Yet another voice pierced the quiet atmosphere.

The young man was totally confused. "The five leafed-clover? What the hell?"

A raspy voice cut through his thoughts. "Don't question. Do. Find what you're looking for and get out of here. Forever." A swish, and the voice was gone.

Tristan took a few steps back, resulting in a one-way trip to the ground. "Ow..what the-.." He lay on the ground, not wanting to get up; just to lie there forever, and bask in the cool, refreshing feel of the soft soil underneath his body. He twisted his head to his side and focused his eyes upon the scenery next to him. A slight twitch caught his attention. "What the-.?" Tristan saw.a clover.a five-leafed clover He thought of the voice. The voice that had warned him of this seemingly helpless little plant. Tristan laughed. "What could this little plant to do me?" He snickered and pulled it out from the ground. "It's a stupid plant!! A plant!! What could it do to me? I've already suffered enough pain, so I can take anything that comes at me!! Especially if it comes from a measly plant!!" Tristan cackled to himself, almost maniacally. He sighed and fell back on the ground again. He shut his eyes and let the world swirl around him. He loved that place. It set him free. And was so.him. He opened his eyes expecting to see the Earthish bliss surrounding his body, only to find that he was back where he had begun.

"Whaaaaaaat? What happened to that..that place? I want to go back! I'm going back!" Tristan was about to jump off again, but something held him back. He just couldn't. Tristan shook his head. A slight tickle on his cheek roused him. He blinked and flicked his hand at his cheek. A small, green plant fell to the ground. Tristan stooped down and gently picked the plant from the ground.

"The five-leafed clover." he murmured. "What is this thing doing here?.oh well." Tristan pocketed the clover and walked back home.

Later that night

Tristan ran. He ran like all hell broke loose. He didn't know what he was running from, but instinct told him to keep going. He ran until his legs felt as if they were on fire. Tristan had to stop. Flopping down on the ground, he inhaled deeply. The air around him seemed to be filled with some horrid dreaded fear.oh what, he had yet to find out. A burning sensation came from the pocket of his pants. Tristan reached in and pulled out the five-leafed clover. It stung at his touch. He winced and almost dropped the small plant. The plant glowed and a raspy, yet familiar voice echoed in Tristan's ears.

"You! You ignored my warning! Now you will pay! You will complete five tasks, or else you'll never see that place you thoroughly enjoyed or Joey Wheeler ever again! Understand?" The evil voice was so loud and painful, that Tristan's bones seemed to rattle.

"I-I'll do it! But.but what's in it for me?" Tristan coughed out, scared of the consequences of the words he had just spoken.

"You'll get to spend eternity in Melanot, the place you love with the one you love, Joey Wheeler. You'll be eternally happy, as will Wheeler. Are you ready to risk it all for that?" The voice grew more and more menacing as more and more time had elapsed.

Tristan choked. ::What will I have to risk? Will it be all that bad?:: Tristan hesitated. "Al-alright. I'll do it! But what will I have to do?" Tristan's body felt like Jell-O, but he still continued on.

The voice cackled. "You'll find out.soon enough." A whoosh, and a swirl of wind, and it was gone.

A fierce pain erupted throughout Tristan's heart, as if a giant invisible hand had plunged in and squeezed his heart, to the point that he wished he had died right then and there. A faint glow, and the pain stopped. Tristan panted, and opened his eyes.

Tristan shot up in his bed. He wiped the sweat of his brow and fell back upon his pillow. With a deep inhale, he fell asleep again, and dreamt of the one he loved, in the place he loved, Joey, in Melanot, with him.

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I hoped you liked it so far. This chapter is pretty short compared to the next one. And I won't update until I get five reviews. So, if you really like this fic, tell your friends!! *shrug* Shameless promo..