Ok, I just was bored one day and came up with this idea. It was just a fun little thought, so I wrote it down. So, just tell what you all think about it. Now, I don't know Yu-Gi-Oh! If it did, well, I would be rich and famous, no?

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Ten years ago…

The rain fell down so soft on to the ground. The freshly dug and patted down dirt grew soft with the drops. The headstones were of many of those who were gone and with a new addition each day. Today, another one was add, one that never really lived. He never left his life by choice, but it was stole away. Now, he was buried six-feet down.

Above, tears was shed from up. A young boy, no older then six was crying over the loss. To never to know his father now, because of one man's choice to think he was a threat. He brown hair shagged in the rain, now coming down more heavy. His once bright brown eyes were blood red.

"Dadd…daddy," he cried, "Why did you have to go?" he sobbed the unanswerable.

His mother and sisters were with the other grieving relatives over by the church in the cemetery. He had some hold got out of there and made his way through the mud and rain to get there. He just wanted to where his daddy now lay, where he could never see him again. The world wasn't fair. His daddy just went to the bank. Why did those men decide to rob it just then? Why did they have to shoot his daddy? Why couldn't the doctors save his daddy? It wasn't fair!

"It not fair! Why did you have to leave me daddy!" he shouted, falling to his knees. The mud stained his black pants, but he didn't care. He just pounded the ground with his fists in anger, "You said you would be back! We were going to go to the park! You promise! YOU PROMISE!"

With that, he felled to the ground and started to sob. His cards felled out of his pocket. He looked down at he ground. Slowly, he rose and started to pick them up, Stone Solider, Jacks Knight, Scapegoat. Then came to the last two cards, M-Warrior 1 and M-Warrior 2. His daddy gave him those cards. He said that those two would never be apart from the other, just like them. The very thought of those words brought more tears to his eyes. He didn't want them anymore. He didn't care about Duel Monsters anymore. Just as he was about to ripped the M-Warriors cards in half, a voice appeared from behind him.

"You mustn't do that, my child,"

He turned around to see around man standing behind him was this strange man. He had on this long white robe on and long silver hair tied on a ponytail that almost felled to his feet. What was really strange was the color this fellow's eyes. They were two different colors, one was bluish green and the other was yellow. He wasn't there at the funeral, so what was he doing here.

"Who…who are you?" he asked, backing away.

"I'm a friend," said the strange man, "I heard your cries and came to help."

"You can bring back my dad?"

"I sorry, but my power can't do that,"

"Oh," he said sadly wiping away the tears from his face.

The older gentleman dug around his robe and pulled out a handkerchief. He held out his hand and gave it to the boy. He took it and wiped his nose and face with it. The mud and tears came off bit by bit. Then the stranger kneed down and looked him in the face. He placed his hands on the young boys shoulder. He looked and the stranger and couldn't help but feel a little better. He seems that he didn't want to hurt him.

"You know, there is much evil in the world," he said, "Much of it and many people get hurt."

"Why? Why do they get hurt?" asked the young boy, pushing his hair out of the way.

"Because some people, a lot of people are sinful. They go around and hurt the good people in the world and they out number them by great number. Still there are people who fight against these kinds of people," said the stranger, "I give them the power to fight those who wish to put the world into darkness."

"So, you help people? Like Superman?" asked the young boy, his face lifting up the thought of real superheroes.

The stranger just chuckle and gave him a smile, "No, I am nothing like Superman," he answer, "I work to find others with pure souls and give them the power to remove the evil within the world."

Somewhat disappointed, the boy's felled to the ground. The rain dripped down his face and landed in a puddle at his feet. His clothes were soak through and he was bought to catch a cold after this. He felt the stranger place his hand under his chin and raise his face back to eye level. Looking deep within, the boy was captivate by them .The seems to be a weird force that was drawing him into to them. For a second, he thought there was a blur of green in them, but it was only for a second.

"You know, young child," he said, "I believe that you may be one of the few that can save the world, that is way I draw to you at your time of need. I can help you avenge your father, who was taken away from you."

The child perked up at the sound of it. He could be able to save the world. Being able to do that, he could get payback to the guy that took his daddy away. He somewhat smile at he thought of that. The stranger stood back up right and wipe off some of the dirt that stained his robe.

"Now, you must get stronger, child," he said place a hand on to the boy's shoulder, "I shall call you again, many years from now. Your family needs you to be strong as well. You must be ready to fight the evil and the darkness that hid itself within man's soul. Do you think that you can do that for me?" he asked.

The boy quickly nodded his head. He wanted to get back at that guy so much. He caused so much pain in his family. At the news of his daddy's death, his mom broken down and cried. No one makes his mom cry and gets away with it. He would enjoy that when the time would come. The stranger smiled down at he young boy and started to walk away.

"Wait! How will I know its you? I don't know your name?" the boy shouted after him.

"You don't have to worry about that, my child. You shall know it is time when I, Dartz calls on to you, but first you must be strong to help restore the great beast that will get rid of the evil of man." He said.

With that, the stranger disappeared into the storm. The boy stood there by his father's grave watching him go. He would get stronger and avenge his daddy. Looking down at the gravestone, a serious look from on his face. The pure determination was growing inside his little six-years old body.

"Don't worry, Daddy," he said, "I'll protect Mommy and my sisters, and so you won't worry. That 'cause I have to be strong and fight the evil man that put you here."

Then came a sloshing sound from back of him. Looking back he could see his mommy coming here at him. She had this daze look on her face as the rain dripped from the umbrella she had over her head.

"Come on, baby," she said in a sober tone, "We have to say good-bye to everyone."

"Ok, Mommy," he answer walking over to her and grabbed a hold of her hand.

The two started to head back to inside the church where everyone was. She looked down at her son and couldn't help but notice how quiet he was the past week. Though, he didn't seem to shed tears in public, she knew that he was inside. Part of the reason, she allow him to stay outside for so long was so he would be able to say his good-byes in private. It might able to help the healing better. She couldn't help but notice that he seems a little more at peace, well as at peace as a six-year-old boy who had lost his father could be.

"What are you think about?" she asked looking at him.

"I…" he started, but felt that he shouldn't tell his mommy about the man with the two color eyes. She always told him that he shouldn't talk to strangers and take things from them. She would be angry at him if he told her that he talk to this man and promise to help him get rid of evil when he grew up some. So, what could he tell her?

"Yes?"

"I want to help people and stop all the bad men it the world," he said thinking he was not really lying to her. He was going to help people and stop bad men.

She just smiled down at her son. Her hand lay on top of his as she ran her fingers through his brown hair, "I sure you will one day," she said, "I am sure you will, Tristan."

Present…

Tristan just sat on his bed, banging his head on his wall, thinking. That all he seems to be doing lately was thinking. After Battle City was over, things were becoming normal again. Well, for everyone else it seems. He just sat back and let the memories of the past come to him. Duelist Kingdom, getting on the boat, watching Yugi and Joey kick butt, that shadow duel with the spirit of the Ring, Yugi dueling Pegasus and throwing that damn ring out the window. Then came Battle City. When, he hang out with Serenity, saw Joey and Tea become puppets to that Marik freak, that tomb robber come back, turn into Robo-Monkey! Then stone, finally Yugi winning it all. There was that and so much more. Still, it was all about Yugi, Tea, Joey, Seto and even Mai. She was even sent to the Shadow Realm.

Ok, I know I not the hero most of the time. Ok, try all the time. Never was the one person to go out when the world needed to be saved. That was always left to Yugi and Joey. They were the ones that were always dueling their hearts out, trying to save the world from some untold evil. Even Kaiba seem to be a hero. I just don't know where I can fit in. Yugi has this 5,000 year old spirit in him, Seto is suppose to be this priest guy, and Joey, well...He just can't go anywhere without a fight. Tea just say I'm being depress, but I feel like this for a long time. It like I just being held back, I'm not going anywhere.

I just ...I really don't know anymore. I just don't belong anywhere, not like the others. Yugi and Joey save the world, Tea holding us together when we are down, even Duke (I hate that guy) has a purpose in this world. Where is my path? Doesn't the Fates have something in store for my? Is the high point in my life being turn into a robot monkey! I hate that kid!

There is nothing in this world for me to do. I bet even Serenity would go for Duke before me. He can at least duel and still hadn't lied about himself. What was I thinking? Shees! I am so stupid.

"What is there left for me?" he asked out loud as he got up and left his room.

Sitting in the living room, was his mom. He was all she had left. Of course, there were his sisters, but they all moved out of the house and rarely visit. Things had been so hard for her the past years, after his dad had died. His hands were made into fists. Why did it have to happen to him? That damn villain! Why didn't anyone stop him or try to? He just went to the bank to deposit some money into it when it happened. The guard didn't do a thing to stop this action.

"The guy came from behind him," They said, "When the gun came beside his head, there was nothing we could do."

Yeah, right they couldn't do a thing. The bunch of chickens! They stood there with their mouths open, as the robber took the money. That when he did it.

BANG!

A single bullet.

Right in his father's head.

It took him seven years to finally get over it. That was around the time, he met the others. These feeling were out of his mind. Now that past three years had been so busy with all that have to happening. With Duelist Kingdom and Battle City, the years seem to blow past him. Still, the past couple months, he thought back to the day of his father's funeral. He didn't know why, that strange man just suddenly came back into his line of thinking. Maybe it was because of almost losing his body. Those memories made him think that he wasn't strong enough. Then again, he really hadn't play duel monsters of such a long time. Still, he had his deck with the cards his father gave him. It was only about three months after Battle City that he took up duel again.

Everyone thought he took it up was because of being in that Cyber World. He never told another soul about that man with the two color eyes. No one would believe him, so Tristan just kept it to himself. There was no harm in keeping that a secret. So, he took up the sport and now he was fairly descent. He actually was able to beat Joey, not once, not twice but a grand total of 22 times out of 45. That was pretty good in his books and it was enough to make Joey good a little crazy. He walked down the hallway and came to his mom.

Ms. Taylor was sitting on the couch with the TV on some news show. She seems to not be watch in because she seemed to be more focus of the amount of paper that was around her. They were this month's bills. She pushed her hair out the ways as she punch a couple buttons on a calculator and wrote some numbers down. She just seems to be so tried lately, with her work at the hospital, keeping the home clean and other things. Tristan tried to do his part around home, but it just never seems to be enough in life. He just hated to see his mom to be in so much pain. She seems to have heard him and looked up at the doorway. She had this smile on her face that seem to push away the tried lines on her face as she looked at her only son.

"Hi, baby," she said, "How are you doing?"

He walked over and sat down beside on the couch, "Nothing much, Mum," he answer, with his own smile to hid his own thoughts.

"We bring you the latest from Domino Prison where we are about to heard about the news of Don Harrison Jr."

The words from the TV made Ms. Taylor gasped and dropped her papers to the table. Tristan looked over to his mother and saw that she had become a pale shade of white. Something had scared the wits about her. Her face was still turned to the screen as a couple of police officers were bringing out a man from the jail. Reporters started to swarm around whomever the police had. It seemed to be a older fellow, around forty-six or something wearing a well tailor blue suit over his thin body. His once black hair had become mostly gray and was starting to lose it. What really caught Tristan attention were the man's eyes. It seemed he knew them from somewhere. They were a dark brown, really dark. It was hard to tell if that they were indeed brown or his whole eye was just black in color.

"Mom, do you know this guy?" asked Tristan, looking at his mother.

She just didn't say anything. Her whole focus was what was on the screen. Soon, the reporter started to talk again.

"It seems with new evidences that Mr. Harrison was release from prison for the robbery of the First Domino Bank and the murders of five people over ten years ago. So, he is being release for the lack of evidences on his part. Those who lost their lives in the robbery were Elizabeth Fuhr, Jack Easton, Ethan Taylor…"

Tristan's eyes widen at the news. He stopped listen at the sound of his father's name was one of the dead during this robbery. This was the guy that killed his father. He never really knew the name of the guy. Ms. Taylor didn't want him to know for something reason. She always figured he would stay in jail for all his life for this. Now, she had her hands covering her face. She was trying to hold back the tears, she really did but she couldn't. Slowly, they started to drip down her face.

"Mom, are you ok?" asked Tristan.

She just waved at him, "Yeah, I am fine, baby," she said, with a smile, but that didn't hidden away the tear.

Slowly, she stood back on to her feet and made her way to her room. Tristan could her close the door. Silence ran through the house. The only noise he could hear was the TV going and the sounds of his mother's crying. His hands slowly turned into fist. No, this couldn't be happening. There was no one that they could allow that slime ball out. His anger was growing more and more at the thought. Getting out of his seat, he started to head out to the door to get some fresh air. He really didn't want to leave her like this, but he need to get his head on straight. Stepping down the stairs to the garage under their apartment. There stand his motorcycle. It took him ages to save up the cash for it, but so worth it. Pulling on his helmet, Tristan zoomed into the night.

There wasn't much traffic out tonight, which was good enough. He pushed the petal to the metal, building up speed. There was something about going fast on his bike that seems to make him forget things. It was just not working for him tonight. That creep's face was still in his face. Tristan grinds his teeth at that thought. He just wanted to find that guy and punch his face in with a steel metal baseball bat. Somehow, deep down he knew doing that wouldn't be much help. Slowly, time past like the grain of sands, and Tristan found that it was getting late. His mom would be worry if he didn't get home soon. Turning around, he rocketed off back home.

At he travel back home, the thoughts of that strange man came back into his head. He said that he had the power to stop all the evil in the world. Tristan didn't know if he should take that guy even seriously. It been years since he even seen that guy. He must of have been a freak. Yet, there was something that he couldn't get off his back, something in his voice that made Tristan still believe him. Maybe, because he promised to help get revenge for his dad or something how he acted. Well, he had gotten stronger and was ready for anything. When you do battle with evil spirits over 5, 000 years old, you can be ready for anything. As he came into the area of home, he could hear the sounds of sirens. There in front of his apartment building was a fleet of polices cars.

Panic was the first thing to run into his mind as he started to run toward the building. All he could think of was that his mom was in there. She just had to be all right, she just had to be. An officer saw him coming and stopped him.

"What happen here?" asked Tristan, his voice full of alarm.

"I'm sorry, kid but I am not allow to reveal anything right now," said the officer.

"My mom is in there!" Tristan yelled out.

Soon, another man came over. This guy looked about to be about fifty years out and still seem to be in good shape in his jacket suit. He whispered something into the officer Tristan was talking to. The officer nodded his head in agreement and step on of the way to somewhere else.

"Are you Tristan Taylor?" asked the man in the suit.

"Yes," answered Tristan, not liking the feeling in was getting from this.

"I am Detective Bladen with Domino Police Force and I am sorry, but I have some bad news for you," said the detective.

"No," gasped Tristan, knowing what he was going to say.

"I am sorry to be the one to tell you but your mother is dead," said Detective Bladen.

Tristan's face felled. No, this couldn't be true. He just left his mom for only an hour, no more. She couldn't be gone just like that, could she? He just felt his whole body just become numb to all feeling. There was just one thing he had to know.

"How…how did she die?" he asked almost choking back the tears.

The detective sigh, "Bullet," he said.

"Just like Dad," thought Tristan, "Did…did you…catch the guy that…"

"The murder killed himself, he found him on the floor of your mother's room," said Detective Bladen, "I am sorry for you lost."

Tristan didn't know how to feel about this. First it was his dad and now his mom. Everyone he cared about was being taken away from him. Why was this happening to him? He just didn't know what to do now. His world was crashing down on to him. Detective Bladen looked at him with consider for the kid. He seen this all too much before, telling kids that their parents weren't coming back. This was just a little tougher for him. He was on the bank heist case ten years ago. He knew that this boy had lost his dad and now his mother…right after Harrison was release.

"Do you need anything? You have any friends you can stay with for the night?" asked Detective Bladen, placing his hand onto Tristan.

"Yeah…I do," said Tristan, as he turned around and headed back to his bike.

"Wait a sec," called out Detective Bladen to him, "Can I have a number where I can reach in case we need you for question,'

Tristan handed him over Yugi's and Joey's home phone number. They would be where he would able to stay of the night. Now, that his business with the detective was done, Tristan climb back on to his bike and took off to the night. Detective Bladen stood there as he watched the young man head out into the night; all this while feeling something very bad was going to happen. Pulling out his cell phone, Bladen dialed his home number. Ms. Lawson was going to have to get his granddaughter up for her first day at her new school. This case was going to take all night and into the morning.

Tristan was driving fast and hard. He didn't even anything around him as he sped through the city. All was on his mind was the lost of his mother. He couldn't take it that she was gone, that they wouldn't have another moment together. She wouldn't be there when he graduated from school, getting married, there with the grandkids. She just would be there. Slowly, he found himself need the harbor. He wonder why he would be here of all place. He stopped his bike and got off it. Walking down the pier, he stopped and sat down.

"What wasn't I there? I could have done something? Anything? I could have save her?" he grumble to himself, banging his fisted to the wood, "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME!"

That when the tears streamed down his face. For the first time in ten years, he was crying. He gave up crying a long time ago so he could be strong for his mom and sisters. Now, his sisters moved out of his life and his mom had finally joined his dad. His hands cover his face as he sobbed for a while, for his dad, his mom…for himself. He couldn't protect her. Tristan promise his dad that he would and he fail. How stupid was he? Why was he failed at everything he tried in life? He was just useless to anybody at everything. He didn't have any talents or gifts, so what could he do with his life. Looking up, he could see the sun rising up to the new day. He never realized it was that late then again he didn't really care. Right then he would give anything to have back his family or to get revenge on those who had wronged him.

"It seems a lot has happen to you since last me spoke," came a familiar voice from above.

Tristan quickly looked up to see the stranger man standing right beside him. He was amazed that even though ten years had past, the man had change one bit. He was just as Tristan remembered from all those years ago. Tristan quickly stood on to his feet. For some reason, he felt happy to see someone her barely knew. He was just so depress right than, any friendly face would happen done so right about then.

"It is you," he stated.

"Ah, I see that remember me after all these years," he said, as he looked at Tristan, "I have sense your sadness and came to seek you. I felt like it was time for you to join the others, young Tristan."

"How…how did you know my name?" asked Tristan, not knowing if he told this guy his name or not.

The man just chuckle, "I know everything about you, your pain from the lost of your father and mother, the confusion in the system that the world is set up in, the wonder if you belong to anywhere or to anything and the if you truly belong with your friends."

Tristan's mouth widen at this news. How could this guy know so much about him? He didn't talk to this guy for ten years and here he knew so much about him already. It was somewhat freaky. The man quickly started to walk away and motioned for Tristan to follow. He quickly trailed after him along the pier.

"I can give you everything your soul desires and needs, so that you and the other I have gather can do battle of the forces of darkness," he said looking straight ahead, "if you are will to do what it takes."

"But I don't know who you are?" started Tristan, not really knowing what to do or what to say.

He chuckle at Tristan, "Have you forgot, or has it been too long? No matter, you may call me, Dartz."

"Ok," said Tristan, feeling a little better in know this guy's name, "Ah, where are we going?"

"To my sanctuary from the world," answer Dartz, 'there we can talk in private, without interruptions."

Tristan nodded in understanding. He had school this morning, but he wasn't going anyway. There was nothing wrong in hearing what this guy had to say. Finally, they came up to this airplane sitting on the water. Dartz open the door and got inside the machine. Tristan followed his lead. When, they were all buckle up, the plane engine roar to life and the two where off to lands unknown.