Ok here's the second chapter of my fanfic. Note: I'm gonna say this before I forget; I may skip some parts of Battle City, because I'm gonna write this all the way through to the semi-finals. Ok? Thanks.

Akila stood in the front of the school, the wind rustling her reddish-brown hair softly. School had just ended and hundreds of students were pouring out of the school grounds.

"Hey, Akila!"

Akila turned to see Yugi running towards her, his friends trailing not far behind.

"You ready to duel?" asked Yugi smiling up at Akila.

"Yep," said Akila, shouldering her backpack just as Tea and the others arrived.

"Let's get going!" cried Joey and they all moved away off the school grounds and down the street. It was a beautiful day in Domino. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"So, Akila how long have you--" asked Duke, inching closer to Akila only to pushed aside by Tristan.

"Hey, Akila do you have any rare cards?" He blocked Duke from Akila's view.

"Oh my god! I forgot that I left my dueling deck at home!"

"That's ok," said Tea smiling, "Even though my deck isn't the best, you can borrow it."

"Thanks a lot, Tea!" said Akila, taking Tea's deck.

Finally, they stopped in front of a duel monsters shop. "Well, this it," said Yugi walking through the front door, Akila and the others following behind him. "Grandpa, we're here!" called Yugi and an old man with gray hair and purple eyes similar to Yugi's looked up from behind a counter.

"Hey grandpa," said Yugi as he pulled Akila up to the counter. "This is Akila Stanford. She just moved here from Egypt."

"Hmmm. . ." Yugi's grandfather looked at Akila up and down. "Egypt. . .beautiful place. . .Well, nice to meet you, Akila," he said smiling.

"And you too," said Akila returning his smile.

"Come on, Akila!" said Yugi, grabbing her arm as he ran up a pair of stairs where the others had gone.

It was late that night when the group stopped dueling. Everyone was impressed with Akila's dueling skills.

"Hey, thanks again for the deck," said Akila handing the cards back to Tea, as they all headed out the front door.

"No prob!" said Tea smiling.

"Ok, well goodnight, you guys!"

"Ya, see you tomorrow, man!"

"Goodbye!"

"Bye Akila! You have my phone number don't yo--"

"You gave her your what?"

"Nothing, Tristan. . ."

Akila sighed, looking up at the star studded sky.

"Akila?" Yugi's voice snapped her back to the present. "Do you need a ride home or something?" he came to stand next to her.

"No, I'll be ok," she said smiling at him. "By the way, I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I'm glad," said Yugi as he watched Akila walk away into the night.

Akila strode down the street in the light of the street lamps, under the darkened night sky. As she walked home, she was oblivious to the shadows that watched her every move from the cover of the night.

The next morning Akila woke up on time and dressed into her uniform. She put her dueling deck in her pocket just in case any of the others wanted to duel with her. She stopped as she put on a necklace, which from a rare Egyptian crystal hung and picked up a peculiar golden flute. The flute had a strange eye carved into the mouthpiece and it was only one foot long.

These were the two items she'd had for as long as she could remember. Long before she was adopted, long before she had lived in the orphanage, long before that which she couldn't remember. . .Tears filled her eyes as she thought about where she had come from and who her real parents were. But mostly why she couldn't remember it.

"No not again," she thought brushing the tears away, "Crying will never bring the memories back." She put the flute in her backpack and headed down the stairs to an empty dining room. Her parents were probably still asleep. Akila ate her breakfast in silence and headed out the door for Domino High.

"NO! NO! NO! For the last time Thomas, you play an A on the trombone like this!" growled Akila's orchestra teacher, Mr. Kin, showing the panting boy how to play the note. "Ok, good job, Rossiter. Next, Ms. Stanford, please come up!" said Mr. Kin dismissing Thomas and beckoning towards Akila.

"Oh boy, here I go," thought Akila, getting up and taking out her flute. Mr. Kin gestured for her to sit down on a stool across from his desk as he asked, "So, Akila you play the. . .?"

"Flute," Akila finished sitting down and holding it up.

"Hmmm. . .Are you sure you can play this thing?" he said inspecting the flute. Akila nodded. "Alright, let's hear what you got," said Mr. Kin, picking up his pencil and evaluation sheet.

Akila put the flute to her lips and closing her eyes, let the music flow. She gave her heart out as she played every note she knew. When she stopped and opened her eyes, Mr. Kin's eyes were watering and everyone in the room was staring at her, shocked.

"H-how long have you been playing?" asked Mr. Kin, his hand shaking as he cleaned his glasses.

"For a long time," said Akila truthfully.

"Well. . .that was fantastic!" said Mr. Kin, placing his glasses back on his nose. "Clearly you should be placed in advanced orchestra, not beginning!"

"But I only played certain notes!" protested Akila

"But Akila, I can tell just by those notes, your skills are far more extreme for you to be in beginning orchestra!" said Mr. Kin as he called the next student to evaluate. Akila got up and sat in a corner, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible until her next class.

There you go. End of 2nd chapter.