...takes deep breath for those of you, not naming names, as i find that rude, who don't know my writing style or me, i resent all your flames! just because it's a "cannon" thing, doesn't mean that i should listen to every single word you hear! and i do apologize for acting like a jelous person, but that's because all rude comments i've ever gotten on my works are usually because people either don't like my style, are jelous that i'm better than them, or that i'm cuter... and i don't think i'm cute for a sixteen-year-old teenager who just loves to write. but if you think i suck at writing, then fine, go visit me at http/www.enginowaruikoto. and see what else i've writen. now, i'm going to make revisions to these chapters, so forgive me if i start doing odd things. breaths...

i also want to make it ABSOLUTELY clear, that i'm getting irritable on the way you people act. it's like i'm a piece of meat everyone wants to chew out. you all jump to conclusions and didn't let me finish. it's like i cut your works in half so no one can understand it. now, please give me a chance witht his fic. thank you.


(Lyman Banner/OC, Chazz/OC, AU because Lyman isn't dead yet) A new student arrives at DA, but with trouble hot on her heels as she brings to life the duels of the two greatest duelists, Yugi Moto and Seto Kiba, but with cards never seen before. But when she falls for one of her teachers, trouble worms it's way into the depths of their souls as the Guardian of the Key Holders and the 2nd Key Holder begin to battle for the sake of an academy that one loves and the great reality of the other's world. Will her teacher and her new found friends help her? Or is she in this alone?
It's what you call a sad day for her, as if she were completly lost. Perhaps this is what you call "A day that can't get any worse" for someone who might be having a great day. But she hasn't had a "good day" since she was thrown out of her "parent"s house for having a dueling deck under her pillow and a Duel Academy Recomendation from almost all the teachers. She had loved the way it felt when she dueled and her heart was set free, out to wander the realm of fertility and praise.

For this young girl, a day that would last forever in her mind, was the day everyone decided to throw her down the trash chute, like the trash they thought she was... The very first day she had come to Duel Academy to test for the entrance exams... She remembered the young boy beside her, his head bent low over his work, his entire soul being poured into his exam. She remembered, at the end, the boy beside her stood up to reveal himself as Chazz Princeton, the duel prodogy of his own little world, untouched by the harshness of reality, being sheilded from the world by his academic skills.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had once met him, when she was younger... when she had her brother beside her...

"Hey!" It was Professor Lyman Banner and his cat, Pharaoh, under an umbrella in the rain. "Shouldn't you be in your dorm, young lady?"

She was indeed a "young lady" at this rate. Her long, black hair clung to her arms, body, and face. Her eyes were shaded a dark blueish color and seemed to give her an air of mystery. Her uniform was dyed yellow of the Ra Dorms. Her chest was nearly flat and her curve was almost like an hour-glass on a black widow, a perfect curve. Her skirt was laid over a pair of dark blue jeans. She turned to her teacher.

As it was, she didn't have the money to own an umbrella as there was no money left in her name. She stared, with her blank stare, at Banner, her eyes sliding down to his cat, whom was purring and seeming to smile at her with an air of laughter. She looked back up at her teacher and gave a soft sigh. "Professor Banner," she said in greeting and gave a slight bow.

Her books had been stashed in her dorm that she shared with no one. She was drenched, from head to toe in rain and her uniform was begining to become soggy and heavy and her shoes were begining to feel very uncomfortable with her wet, muddysocks. She stood up straight again. Around her left wrist was a golden bracelet with the name "Haruka Tenoh Kaiba" engraved into it with a beautiful Alaxandrite set beside the name on either side. On her right wrist was a black ribbon to hold her hair up with.

He walked up to her, holding the umbrella over both their heads. "Shouldn't you have an umbrella?"

"I would, sir, had I any money." She looked up at him with her sad look, her eyes begining to water a smidge. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I had to go to work earlier. I'm sorry I missed your history class this morning! I really wanted to go! But I need the money to pay for my room and schooling! The principal won't let me get in cheap! I have to buy my way into--!"

"Hush!"Banner put his hand on her head. "Not to worry. I know plenty of students who got a free tuition from me. I can lend you some money to buy an umbrella for the next time it rains." He smiled warmly. "As for skipping class, please, do be ready for a quizz on Yugi and Seto tomorrow. We will be going over a few of their most important duels."

She dropped her head. "Yes, sir." She sounded glum as she said this.

Banner stared at her in shock. "What's the matter? Usually, your very exited to talk about Yugi and Seto. Is something the matter, Haruka?"

"Ah? No... Yes."

"Can you tell me?"

"Sure... I suppose."

"If you can't, then can I at least offer you some shelter from the rain?" Banner smiled and held his hand out to her, Pharaoh climbing up, into her arms. "I'm sure you can make it just a few more feet, yes?"

"Erm..." She looked down at Pharaoh and sighed. "I'll come, but then I have to go, an quickly, so as rumors don't start on your behalf, sir."

"I beg your pardon! I am NOT that old!" Banner sniffed.

"Sorry. Professor Crowler always makes me call him sir and I've just gotten so used to it that it's become second nature. I'm sorry, really, I am." She dropped her head again and scuffled her foot. "I don't mean to say it like you are old, but it was purely an accident, sir--I-I mean professor."

"Ah, now that makes me sound like something out of a sci-fi show." He smiled. "Come inside, out of the rain."