Here we are again. This chapter is short, but rather vital. But first off, my Card of the Chapter:

Insect Queen

Earth/Insect/2200/2400/7

Effect: You must sacrifice one monster in order for this monster to attack. Increase this monsters attack by 200 for every Insect monster on your side of the field. At the end of a turn in which this monster destroys another monster, place one Insect Token (Insect/Earth/100/100/1) in attack mode on the field.

Let's take a look at Weevil Underwood's (Insector Haga for all Japanese readers) favorite monster. He continues to use this card, first against Joey (Jounouchi) in Battle City, then Yugi in the Doom Arc, and then against Seig in the Kaiba Corp. Grand Prix that is airing right now. However, is it really as good as Weevil makes it out to be? Well, it keeps on producing those tokens that can either raise her points a bit, be sacrificed for her to attack, or to just summon a monster.

However, that's also her primary weakness. You need to continuously sacrifice for to keep on attacking! As if the two monsters you sacrifice for her weren't enough! The only way of keeping up with her is to use DNA Surgery so that she stays powered up so long as your opponent has monsters on the field (Light of Intervention works well here, so that even their defense monsters will be Insects), and then you can keep on using the tokens as sacrifices. However, that still doesn't solve the issue of her needing TWO sacrifices to come out! My advice, if you REALLY want to use her, either discard her and use Monster Reborn, Premature Burial, Call of the Haunted, whatever, OR do what Weevil does and kamikazi a Pinch Hopper to summon her, as when he's destroyed, you can use it to summon any INSECT monster from your hand, regardless of level. Those are the only effective methods that come to mind. Other words, you may as well keep her in your binder, unless you seriously hate the way she looks or are afraid of bugs, then you get rid of her.

Overall Rating: 2/5

Sorry to those that DO like her, but I gave her an honest rating. If you want to debate this, my email is in my bio, as is my AIM Screen Name.

All information concerning this and most other Japanese cards comes from Edo's Yugioh Page. For more info, ask me for the URL and I'll hook you up.

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Now, on with the fic:

Disclaimer: I don't own it. That's final!

Chapter Seven: A Broken World

Kai Kaethan sat in the chair overlooking his meal. To the side of his plate was an old text, probably dating back at least seventy years. He shoveled another mouthful of rice into his mouth as he turned a page.

"Let's see," he muttered. "This journal by Marik Ishtar should be able to give us some information about those Rare Hunters." He skipped a few pages ahead as he devoured the last bit of his homemade Lo Mein.

"'From the journal of Marik Ishtar, March 7, 2013. It has come to my attention that in the chaos that erupted years ago, people have started to abuse the name that I myself had engineered for my own nefarious actions: Rare Hunters. Simple thieves and gangs have decided to use the fear that still exists from my days of darkness to further their own plans. It is a lasting scar to my name, and it is one that I will continue to bare. However, in the meantime, I can take action and try to make amends by pooling any and all my resources into stopping the spread of these actions.'"

"So that's it." Kai growled. "They were simple thieves who try to use the name 'Rare Hunter' to intimidate and overcome their opponents." He slapped the book shut. He stood and walked around the room. The sun was about to set and so the air was beginning to cool. He sighed as he began to reflect on history.

"It was more than eighty years ago," he began talking to himself. "No one knows what happened. Out of no where, real Duel Monsters appeared. Just, in the middle of the day, dragons, knights, and even creatures like Kuribo had appeared. It made absolutely no sense. However, whatever it was, it wasted no time in using these circumstances to their advantage. All at once, the monsters began to attack civilians. Innocent people were being slaughtered in the streets. More people died in the first three weeks than in most wars that had preceded the incident." Kai made his way from the window to the table were he picked up his deck, as well as the pile of cards that was mostly made up of Umbrak's old deck, which he had been dissecting.

"But whoever brought this about hadn't counted on one thing;" he smiled. "Yugi Moto, the King of Games and his Millennium Puzzle! He and the other Item holders banded together against these monstrosities, even the nefarious thief, Bakura. Using the resources of Seto Kaiba and Maximilian Pegasus at their disposal, they split up and traveled to various points on the globe. Then, they each became a conduit of magical energies which they connected, forming one massive wave of magic that swept the world clean of monsters." He pocketed his deck.

"However, that was the beginning of it all. The Earth was in shambles as a result of the attacks! More than a quarter of words population was gone! Once proud nations had collapsed when their governments could no longer protect the people! Therefore, Dueling became a way of life. Yugi used the old influence of the game, and his still existing social power to set up a new order. He himself refused to be any kind of ruler, and the people refused to have any other. Therefore, a near anarchy existed, all people ruled by the ways of the Duelist. It was actually quite fascinating how what was simply a game once now governed the world and all society."

"Then again, not everything was perfect under these circumstances." Kai frowned. "Cards and their value maximized. Some even died for their cards, while others killed for them, much like my parents!" he shouted, unconsciously bringing the past pain back to life. "He came. He wanted all our rare cards without price or Duel! However, he had no intention of Dueling; he slashed them both through the heart!" Tears began to run as Kai's mind entered a state of flashback.

***

Kai stood over his parents bleeding bodies, tears rolling down his face. It was perhaps a year before Battle City would be announced. An unstoppable cascade of water rushed down his cheeks. A man stood over him, dressed in a weather beaten cloak "Now then, I'll just be taking those cards." He reached for the decks that had fallen loose when the two parents had hit the earth. His hand was stopped mere inches away as a smaller but equally strong hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked up into the burning eyes of Kai Kaethan."What do you want brat?"

"How dare you!" Kai screamed. "First you demand their cards for no reason. Then you slaughter them both in front of my eyes, and now you plan to just walk off with their cards!"

"Listen kid." the man growled. "I don't have anything against you. If you want to just go and burry them, that's your own business. Just give me a second to get what I came for, and I'll be on my-" The man was cut off by a rounded piece of gold in his face. He sailed back several feet, landing on his back. He raised his head to see Kai in a crouch, eyes closed and the Millennium Rod tightly gripped in his hands, the weapon used to nearly knock the man senseless. "Alright, that's it!" He whipped out a twelve-inch knife and rose to his feet. "You brought this upon yourself kid, remember that!"

Kai narrowed his eyes in furry. "You wont walk away from here." he seethed, a passion for blood in his voice. "I swear it." He eyes blazed gold, and then a bright jade green for just a second before he leapt at the man.

***

"If I hadn't had the Rod with me, I most certainly would have perished! Also, I never would have achieved revenge so soon." He remembered one of the fears that had passed through his mind as he fought that man was that he may not get revenge then, and that the craving for 'justice' would consume him. Fortunately, other members of the village had managed to pull him, kicking and screaming, off of the assailant until a trial was held. The man was executed, and Kai was nearly appointed executioner. However, he had declined, fearing what he may do to the man before he drew his last breath.

He reached behind his back and grabbed the Millennium Rod from the thin leather loop on his waist. He flung it in his rage, the pointed tip burying itself two inches into the wall. He began to hyperventilate. A few tears fell off his cheeks and shattered on impact with the ground. He collapsed to his knees and began to sulk.

"I'll make you proud!" he whispered to his memories. "Mom, dad, I'll win. I'll win and learn everything that I want to know! I know that the information I want is hear somewhere. That and the power I need!"

And with that pledge, Kai Kaethan to the ground in fatigue, weeping all the while.

***

On another island within the borders of Japan, the scene is a quiet cemetery. A boy, no, a man kneels on some freshly overturned ground, a grave that was not even a day old yet. In his hands he held a chisel and hammer, a finely carved stone on the ground in front of him. He began to etch words upon the tombstone that he had spent hours carving. Still, it took several hours more to finish:

Masumoto

"No kinder, nor stronger man has ever lived. He carried the greatest armor and demanded respect. Pity befall those who took his life!"

The man stood and admired his work. He then set the tablet into the ground he had dug up before cementing it into the ground. As he worked, he showed no emotion, none at all. He was worse than a shell without a soul. He was a man consumed by a thick darkness.

As he worked he scraped dirt away from the edge, he cut his finger on a fine stone set in the dirt. However, he took no notice at first, his bleak and arctic features remaining fixated on the task of setting the stone in place. It was not until the rock did something that he had not expected: it began to glow! He slightly averted his eyes to see what was happening.

A bright jade light was burning from the rock that had drawn blood from his wrist! He picked it up....And was amazed by the intense surge of power that washed over him. However, despite it all, he remained cold. He pocketed the stone and stood.

He reached into his pocket an pulled out a Duel Monsters Deck. He searched through until he found the one he was searching for. He then pulled a thick sheet of glass, hardly the size of the card he had chosen.

He set the card into a small section of the grave marker that he had managed to hallow out slightly. He then placed the glass over it and then, using a bit of mortar, he sealed it in.

He stood, seeming to admire his work, except he remained cold and empty. His eyes remained fixated on both the name of the person buried their, as well as the name of the card he had chosen to symbolize the man:

Aura Armor.

Aibetsuriku turned silently on his heel and left the cemetery, one thought on his mind: Revenge! However, he did not smile, despite his anticipation.

To Be Continued....

That guy at the end, Aibetsuriku, is NOT mine. He belongs to my friend, thegymrat! Go read his stuff I say!

The fallowing is a list of cards that I made for this chapter that are my original design:

None! Who'da thought?

There you all go. You all got some history, as well as a new character., However, don't expect Aibetsuriku for a good while now. See ya.