AN: Hey guys! I'm serving potatoes today! Everything's on me! Why? Haha~ don't worry you'll find out~

The sky was lit grey. It felt like it'd cry on me soon. I didn't like the feeling of being sniveled at while being left in a barren land with nothing but the ground, the sky, and a pool of blood.

"Jade-" The static noise on the wireless earphone buzzed.

"Run to a c-ty immedia-! " Every word was never finished. I couldn't care anymore. The whole universe, or maybe half of it, just waged war on me.

"They're headi- your directi-! " The world seemed to agree with me. Both of us cried. The earth wept for me while I screamed to the heavens. My head, covered with a red hood like I was an escapee.

"Get ou- o- ther-!" The guy on the other side of the line was sounding desperate. 'No, I won't.' Not until I quell this feeling that not even my bleeding fist can handle. "I kn-w it's infuriati- but yo- do-t nee- to kill –" The line finally broke.

I didn't listen to a single word. The phrases the man just spoke felt like another dialect that my mind rejected. I wondered what it would accept. Maybe it registered the lifeless body drowning at its own blood right in front of me. The body had a white hair like it aged instantly. The black trench coat it wore made my mind and heart ache of flashbacks. I didn't like it. Pain was never compatible with me. Especially a pain this agonizing.

I held a black gun disk that was like a double action handgun, long and rectangular. It's not supposed to kill anyone. That is, if I wasn't the one holding it. 'The duelist that can control spirits.' I was dangerous that way. The cards hold the spirits and thus I control. …I really don't know…why I had this power…. I just know that because of this power, I have a big responsibility and innumerable enemies. I didn't hate it but now it's telling me otherwise.

I heard splatters of mud just behind me. My back, open to their attacks. "Under the orders of the Light." Someone said. "We shall eliminate your ill-fated existence, Jaden Yuki." I didn't understand. It took time for it to process. 'I' needed time to process.

Light. The word was familiar. It was equal to 'loathing' if I try to think of it now. And yeah, it made me remember every fucking thing about it. Starting from the very beginning up to how it turned out.

A shooting pain of direct hatred ran through every inch of my being. My hand, playing on the gun disk's trigger. Teeth, grating at each other. And eyes, turning to royal gold.

A click of a gun echoed. I don't know where it's from. Maybe it's from the White guys. Or even mine.

A single gunshot.

AN: It's because i'm a fresh highschool graduate! *clap clap clap* Oh, don't worry about this little chapter being short. I'll update as soon as i can. *salute* Comment, suggest, like or hate me, anything's fine coz i'm very bright today~ *sparkle sparkle*