Clashing of Worlds

By: Fuzzy Coconut

A/N: Okay, so I promised I would go over some details in this chappie. Whoo- yay for my big mouth. To be honest, I'm not exactly in the mood for typing (my fingers are all screwy!) so the explanations are going to be blunt, short and to the point (just as I like them):



1) Okay, forget everything that involves Yami in the series. In this little ficcy, he doesn't appear until after the Duelist Kingdom tournament.

2) The windows pop up anywhere. I mean it- anywhere. In a bathroom, in a store- it's a scary thought, ain't it?

3) In the His Dark Materials trilogy, the windows are opened by a funky ass knife. There is no such weapon in this fic. Windows are opened when- ahhh, I'll let you get to that part in the story. ^__^

4) Okay, so this ain't an explanation, but there will be YY/Y content soon. The whole plot is centric around that relationship. (Whoa…there's a plot in here???! Lol)

Disclaimer: Noooo!!!!!!! I'm the original creator of this series! I swear! Mr. Takahashi's coping me!!!!!!!! *sedative injected into arm* It's……..true. *falls asleep*

Dedications- all the pretty reviewers!! Btw, Silverlily, I know- I'm a lazy ass who doesn't update until she feels like it. You're all welcome to torture me- although I've been known to withstand a lot ^___^.

By the way, there's Anzu bashing in here….not that any of you mind, I think.

Chapter one- I'm You

(Yugi's POV)

It was autumn again.



Leaves fell from the sky in abundance, bright colors that lit up dying lawn. Crimson, gold and tangerine…even a hint of lime. It was all pretty festive, if you thought about it that way. Kind of like the Halloween costumes that kids always wore when the time came.

I haven't dressed up in years, come to think of it. The last time I did have a costume on, it was three years ago. I can't even remember what I had gone as. It was probably something along the line of Duel Monsters, though I can't be certain. Stupid faulty memory. I think it needs to be rebooted again.

I tore my gaze away from the window and stared at my sheet of finished quadratic equations. I was usually the first one done ( I finish the whole thing in about five to ten minutes, fifteen tops) so I pretty much had the rest of the class to myself. Math was pretty much a spare class for me so most of the time was spent doodling, daydreaming or something of the like. In other words, I spent the rest of the class BORED.

Briiiiinnnngggggg!!!!!!!

The bell jolted me off the path of introspective thoughts and reminded me to pack to my stuff. I hurriedly threw my things in my bag and called out "Sayonara, Sensei!" before rushing off to my locker, the one obstacle between me and the weekend, aka, Total Freedom.

"Hey, Yug'! Wait up!" A familiar voice was calling me over the pandemonium of the student body. Most kids looked annoyed but got themselves out of the way. Everyone knew who that voice belonged to and the fiery, hot-headed personality that came with it.

Katsuya Jounouchi stopped right in front of me, a trail of disaster behind him. He managed to give me a sheepish look before my two other friend, Hiroto Honda and Mazaki Anzu (A/N: *gags*) whacked or, in Anzu's case, slapped him on the arm.

"What's the big idea?" Honda grumbled. "You know we always meet here before leaving. Why the rush?"

"Yeah," Anzu agreed, dusting herself off. Azure eyes looked at Jou, scrutinizing, for any hint of guilt. She found none, surprise, surprise.



"Aw, don't be sore at me, guys," Jou laughed, rubbing the back of his head. If he keeps doing that- he does it a lot- he'll have a bald spot soon. I gave a grin, holding a up a hand before the question could even be asked.

"Sorry, Jou," I said, apologetically. "Jii-chan wants me home today. He said something about a new shipment of cards." I shrugged. "He's going to want help unloading them."

"So my dream to be the best duelist this side of Domino's gonna have to wait, hey?" Jou sighed, then clapped me on the shoulder. "It's alright, man. I know you have a life outside of coaching me." A wide grin (one I didn't like) spread across his face. "But you owe me now. Double time next week."

"Great," I said, sarcastically. "I better be going. See you guys later!"

"Bye Yugi!" Anzu called, then turned her attention back to the other two.

By this time, everyone else had left. A couple were waiting around, chatting, while others waited for parents, guardians, whatever to pick them up. I headed home quickly, avoiding traffic and everything else around me.

Double time as teacher next week, I thought with a small sigh. Don't I ever get a break??? I had won the Duelist Kingdom championship last year and rumor had it that there was to be a new championship soon, hosted by Mr. Arrogant himself, Seto Kaiba. I don't exactly dislike him, but the way he acts…trust me, if I wanted cold, I'd stand in front of the freezer for awhile.

Of course, he was still sore at me for winning. I don't understand it- he's such a perfectionist. Being second doesn't really matter, as long as you have fun while you're at it. His attitude bugs me sometimes, and it infuriates Jou. He really hates it when people are asses (of course, we all do, too- Jou just expresses his anger more vividly than the rest of us).

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed everything had gone eerily quiet. I mean, sure, there was still noise, but it was muffled somehow, like there was water I my ears or earplugs in them. A slight feeling of apprehension came over me and I felt some weird force turning my head up. Maybe there was a crink in my neck…?

A jagged scar-like line was stretched over my head. It was as if the sky had been slashed. There was a darkness inside, a swirling vortex of nothingness. It was pretty wide too, about seven feet horizontally and five vertically. The patch left no shadow along the ground, proving it couldn't have been some Hollywood-made prop. This was real.

Whatever it was.

I forced my neck to look around. There was no one else around. No one else was here to stare at this window-like….thing.

Maybe it's just as well, I thought, surprised though I didn't know why, exactly, I was feeling this.

A small silver and gold thing seemed to be coming closer and closer. Squinting, I could see it looked like metal. It was also attached onto a dark shape, which seemed to be zooming in on my spot.

Shit.

Oh, crap, oh crap…what do I do now???

Oh gee, I dunno….how about getting out of the way?!

Very good idea, brain.

I moved, feeling like a rooted plant trying to uproot itself. I hit the ground and attempted to move away.

Not soon enough, though.

The dark shape slammed into me, immediately causing all feeling in my legs to be lost. I landed on my chest, scraping my chin and pretty much everything else that had contact with the ground (A/N: That sounds wrong…..). I found myself staring at an ant that was passing by.

Well, I sighed, it can't get any worse than this.

Can it?

In answer to my question, I peered over my shoulder. Two narrowed crimson eyes were staring at me in an expression I knew was distaste, curiosity and anger.

I sighed

Yes, I amended, it can.

******

A/N: Eh…well…it wasn't supposed to end there….but my wrists hurt and I'm hungry so…yeah. ^___^

It's much easier to write with a full stomach. Till the next chappie,

Coconut