Well, hello everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it? After adjusting to a new semester (Shakespeare class rocks!), I'm ready to bang out some new material. Then the fifth season of JAG (Judge Advocate General) came out, and I've been watching it nearly a disk at a time, average of 3 episodes a day. Yea. My obsessions get the better of me at times, but don't get mad at me. I started watching it when my father bought the first season on DVD and fell in love with the series. Those of you who enjoy my other works, the updates for that should be on the way shortly.

Onward!

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. By now, everyone knows that…

Chapter 6

There was a gash on his forehead. The blood had stopped; the cut wasn't too deep. Blood trickled down his cheek and hardened there. A bump was forming near the cut. The dark room was familiar. A semi loud buzz, and then a cry of pain was heard. The dueldisk light showed the lifepoints decreasing. It was a large difference, from forty-eight to twenty-three.

The stranger from before barked something to someone unseen. The lights brightened a small fraction.

Aster was standing, though for how much longer no one knew. He was gasping for breath, and trembling. The strange collars on his upper arms, wrists, and ankles were blinking; a few were smoking. His dueling opponent looked fairly pleased. Apparently it was his turn, so he drew a card. Chuckling, he activated a trap and a spell. One dealt two thousand life points of damage. Another painful shout as the bands lit and blinked red and yellow lights. The spell card destroyed the monster on Aster's side of the field, bringing his lifepoints somehow to zero.

The blast altogether from the two cards and the bands combined was powerful enough to send Aster backwards. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

The duel victor marched to where Aster lay with a slight spring in his step; obviously he was pleased with the events unfolding in front of him. One by one, he removed the bands from Aster. However, something made him stop when he reached for Aster's left arm.

Out of the darkness, a red light was blinking against Aster's chest. The bands were no longer lit, and the light was coming from the underside of the young pro's necktie. Strangely, yet carefully at the same time, the victor twisted part of the tie around to see the underside without ruining the overall appearance of Aster's suit. Why he didn't just rip the article of clothing from the unconsious duelist was unknown. However, he picked a small device from the boy's clothes, and stood. This something was the cause of the blinking, and it gave the man a bit of alarm.

Leaving Aster helplessly lifeless on the floor, the man rushed to the door, opened it, and called for someone nearby. Whispering something into someone else's ear and pointing to Aster, the victor of the duel fled from the room. The second man continued to take the bands off of Aster's arms and legs. Strangely then, all went black…

Sartorius fidgeted, and turned over in bed, trying to shake the images from his mind.

The room changed to a large chamber. Below was a large pool of water; it was hard to tell how deep. Above was an empty hook. A door on the side burst open, and many people ran into the room, stopping short from falling into the water. One of them took something off of his back – it seemed to be a crocodile – and jumped into the water, followed by four other boys. Some of the other companions, including one girl, stayed behind out of the water.

One of the boys above water pointed out a cord that went from under the water high up to the ceiling connected to something somewhere else. The taller of the remaining, left the chamber back the way he had came. Soon the tall boy returned.

After a few moments, one of the group members came out of the water and yelled something to his remaining companions. Of the ones left, two more jumped in, along with the crocodile.

Finally, two of the divers surfaced and left the water. They reached for something under the water that the divers were trying to hand off. It took everyone above water to pull it out. It seemed to be (from looking from the very top of the room) a large block of some sort. A cable of some kind was tied to the block and continued into the water. When the boys jumped out of the water, they brought something else out with them; it was a person. This someone was unresponsive and injured; his right ankle was swollen. The group huddled around the figure when everything went dark yet again…

Sartorius moaned, and tossed to his other side.

This time, Sartorius saw himself in the reflection of the glass window looking into a window. Doctors were about trying to revive him. Sartorius looked away as one of the doctors came out of the room, a grim look on his face.

Without waiting for a report, Sartorius rushed into the room. The expression on the boy's face wasn't troubled or pained, but peaceful. The machine monitoring his heart rate showed a flat line…

Sartorius bolted from his dream, and sat straight up, his face sweaty, the bed sheets tangled about him. Getting up, Sartorius paced around the room, then stopped to peek through the blinds.

After the attack, he and Aster had temporarily moved in with Serena, who lived just outside of Domino. She had let the two stay while the other half of Aster's home would be restored.

"What does this all mean?" he asked, speaking to the wall, "These visions, these premonitions, and can they be coming true? This isn't the first time I've seen them…and they involve Aster…"

Sartorius shook his head, "Still, must be cautious…" He left his room and headed downstairs to get a drink, and was surprised to see Serena awake.

"Something bothering you, Sartorius?" she asked. She was standing by the stove.

"Yes, but I must ask, why are you up?"

"For the same reason you are, I suppose," she said with a smile, "trouble sleeping?"

"Yes, but it is much more than that."

Serena got a teacup and poured herself some tea, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to worry you, Serena."

"Sartorius, I know what's going on. Duelists are winding up dead, and Aster was nearly next. I'm already worried about you two, so it can't get much worse."

"I'm having the visions again…"

"I thought after Jaden defeated the Light, you couldn't see the future anymore!"

"I still can, but not as well as before. Part of the Light of Destruction still lives inside of me, but not enough to take over completely."

Serena nodded, "So what kind of visions are they?"

"I might call them bad omens," said Sartorius, "they've been about Aster."

"Hmmm, how many have you had?" asked Serena. She took a sip of tea and sat at the table, "of Aster."

"This as at least the second. The first dream was of a duel. Aster was dueling someone I couldn't see, and then he lost. Something happened and he was in pain, but I couldn't see how."

"And then what?" asked Serena.

"The victor, whoever he – or she – was, said something to someone else I couldn't recognize – and that was about it."

Serena nodded, with a troubled expression on her face, "and that was only the first dream?"

"Yes, and the next one was like many dreams in one. It started out with the duel from before, and then it switched to a very large room. The ceiling was high – very high, and there was a pool of some sort below."

"Well, what about the room?" asked Serena, getting more tea.

"A bunch of kids entered the room…well, teenagers. From where I could see, it seemed to be Jaden and his friends, but I couldn't be too sure. Most of them jumped into the water. They came out about a minute or so later…" Sartorius paused, "are you sure you wish to know?"

Serena sighed, "Sartorius, you've already told me most of it…. Now what happened when they came out?"

"They brought out Aster. He seemed to be unconscious, and he looked injured. Then the vision changed once more to a hospital where…where…" Sartorius couldn't bring himself to say, and looked down to face the table.

Serena looked down at her half-empty cup, "he died, didn't he?" she said softly.

Sartorius looked up slightly, glanced back down, and nodded.

"Brother, this may not come true! Your ability to see the future was weakened when Jaden beat you in that duel. Perhaps these are just dreams!"

"I know but…" Sartorius got up from the table and paced around the kitchen, "it's that Aster is like both a brother and a son to me. I don't know what would happen if he were to go like this. What if I caused his death? I would never forgive myself!"

"Quiet down," Serena hissed, "or he'll hear you!"

"I'm afraid I'm going to do something stupid, get him carted off and shot – or in this case, perhaps drowned." Sighing, Sartorius retook his seat, "Serena, what do I do?"

"Perhaps you should talk to him," said Serena, "does he know about these…dreams?"

"No, I don't want to worry him."

"After all that's going on, he's not at all concerned?" asked Serena, "Someone blew up half of his house!"

"I know, Aster tries not to show it, but he is concerned about these events. He's trying to make himself believe everything is alright, so we don't worry about him."

"Sartorius, you should go talk to him. He deserves to know what's going on."

"I don't know…"

"You kept your Society of Light skirmish secret from him and look what that brought? You almost lost your dearest friend. Don't leave him in the dark, Sartorius. I'm begging you."

"Alright, Serena – but you don't have to beg!"

Serena smiled.

That afternoon, Sartorius sat in his sister's living room, looking at the daily paper. To his relief, there were no additional duelist deaths.

Aster then came through the room, buttoning his silver jacket. "I'm going out, Sartorius."

His manager looked up, "Out?"

"Yea."

"Where?"

Aster frowned, "Kaiba Corp. I was meeting with Seto Kaiba when someone found it funny to blast a nice hole in my wall."

"What are you meeting with him for?"

"Nothing special, just meeting with him."

Sartorius didn't exactly believe him, but shrugged, "Be back soon, Aster. I don't want to find you in the Obituary section of tomorrow's paper."

As Aster left, Sartorius looked at the spot where Aster was previously standing. I think he's hiding something...it was though he was trying to cover something up. But besides that, 'should I have told him now? What if I used my last chance to warn him and I never see him again? Quickly, Sartorius shook the thoughts from his mind. Of course he'll be back. He's going to Kaiba Corp. There must be ten thousand security guards there…I wonder what the meeting was for?

Hmm, this chapter is a bit short…but for now that's all I have. Believe it or not, this chapter came to me in spurts, and I'm not entirely sure if it all made sense. Sometimes things in my head make less sense when on paper (or in this case, the computer).

I'm going to work on my other fanfics for a stretch of time, so I suppose this is your early Valentine's Day gift.

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