Hey guys! I've recently been really into Yugioh GX again and I really wanted to create my own story! This does follow the original plotline of Yugioh GX, but it also focuses more on a few of my OCs. Hope you find it interesting! This is more of a short prologue, and I promise chapters won't be this short. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any thing of Yugioh, but I do own the cards that will be referenced to in this chapter.

EDIT: It has come to my attention that the name "Yuhan" is also a name that is occasionally given to Yubel!Jesse/Yubel!Johan. Just to make sure there is no confusion, the name "Yuhan" is NOT meant to represent Yubel!Jesse in this story, and is a character of my own creation instead. It was purely coincidence that I happened to pick that name.

A small groan emitted from a teenage girl lying on the cold ground, her long black hair sprawled about. After a slight twitch, her eyes groggily slid open from behind her midnight blue glasses. A few seconds passed with her blinking slowly, still dazed and trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, her eyes shot wide open and she bolted up from the floor.

"W-Where am I?" she whispered to herself, finally realizing that she wasn't anywhere near her dorm room.

Haunting trees surrounded her at every angle, only obscuring the black night sky and the single light source of the moon above. The looming trees rustled wildly as if mocking her ignorance; the wind whistling along with them, feeling like a knife trying to carve at her skin and whipping her hair around relentlessly. Darkness seemed to overwhelm the girl. A cry for help almost made it past her throat, but interrupted itself abruptly as if afraid of what would jump out in retaliation. She was deathly frightened. The girl was completely alone in the forest, but she felt anything but.

"Yuhan..." Without thinking, a name slipped out from between her lips.

Realization hit her like a train at that moment. The cry for help that she had suppressed before now tore out in a pained wail, seeming to echo for miles within the empty forest. Immediately, the black-haired girl stumbled to her feet and took off sprinting. With the pure adrenaline coursing through her, she ran through the woods, occasionally bumping into solid trees that scratched relentlessly at her clothes. She didn't exactly know where she was going, but trusted her instincts well enough to take her there. She knew she absolutely had to find him before it was too late-for the both of them.

The girl hastily arrived at a clearing in the forest. There in the middle of the area, was a boy around her age, on his knees and hunched over the grass below him. Coughs of blood violently wracked through his body, staining the damp grass as well as his clothes, particularly on the yellow blazer he wore.

"Yuhan," she murmured, tears forming rapidly at the sight of him. She knew it was too late.

At the sound of his name, the boy lazily tilted his head to the side to turn to the voice, unfocused eyes blinking at her through his black hair. A fatigued smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Slowly, a trail of blood began to trickle from the side of his mouth.

"Sorry," he breathed heavily before another coughing fit erupted from his frail body. "I lost."

"No," the girl whispered, glued to her spot. She shook her head slowly, biting her lip to keep her cries in. However, the sobs began to spill out of her mouth and she fell to her knees much like the boy had done.

"Y-You can't leave me like this." she stuttered slightly, her trying to hold back her sobs, but tears were dripping like waterfalls down her cheeks.

As if all the bones were stolen out of his body, the male collapsed lifelessly on the grass with his face contorted in pain. The girl could almost feel his last breath slipping out of his body. With a wrenching cry of the boy's name, the enormous trees seemed to loom over her even more, mocking and insulting her every move. The wind seemed to howl with biting laughter once more, the rustling of the trees giggling in delight. 'Why couldn't you save him? Why were you too late? It's all your fault, you know!'

She clutched her chest tightly in absolute grief, letting her head fall forward. "You s-said you would win! You promised you would be okay..."

Little by little, her cries increased in volume, turning from quiet sobs to agonized wails.

A nine-year old girl named Mira woke with a gasp, eyelids almost slamming open. Sniffling lightly, the young girl pushed herself up with her hands before rubbing her face sleepily. To her surprise, her eyes were damp and her cheeks sticky with tears. Had she been crying in her sleep? Just like the girl from her dream?Mira took the blanket in her hands and wiped her eyes with it, slightly staining it. Reaching over to her nightstand, the girl fumbled around for her glasses. She found them with the tip of her finger and slid them on her face.

Then, she saw it: a shiny black feather, sitting daintily next to her left leg. Curiously, the girl stared at it and wondered why it was there. She quickly turned her head and examined her bed, finding another black feather. And another. And another. The trail of feathers led to the end of her bed and then she hesitantly looked up. Instantly, she jumped in surprise. A man with black hair almost covering one of his dark eyes was staring intently at her. He wore a formal black tuxedo with a grey tie and stood tall, arms crossed over his chest stiffly. What caught Mira's attention the most was the large, glinting black wings that extended from behind his back, giving her an ominous feeling. Frozen in her place, the small girl panicked and didn't know what to do, slowly shrinking under the weight of his gaze.

"Leave."

Surprised at the masculine, smooth voice next to her, Mira's head jumped to her right to see who the voice belonged to, only to be even more shocked. A young man with light brown hair and emerald green eyes sat comfortably on the nightstand next to her bed where her new deck was, one leg propped up. The boy had on a clean white suit with a matching green tie, and he seemed radiate with a small glow and a comforting aura. White wings with a green tint at the top were folded behind him in a nonchalant manner. His expression was surprisingly casual, but his eyes showed his true unease with the situation. At least, to Mira it seemed that way.

"It's not time yet," the boy reasoned calmly. "You know that."

Without a sound, the black-clad angel vanished, stealthily reappearing right in front of the boy and almost towering over him. The glowing angel's gaze did not falter though, keeping his composure and staring back. After a minute or two, the other angel blinked uninterestedly before disappearing within a second, blending with the darkness of the room. Mira watched with uneasy awe as the feathers also began to vanish one by one.

"Now," the brown-haired angel sighed and turned to look down at Mira, giving a soft grin. He floated from his place on the nightstand to sit gently on the edge of the bed next to the girl. "Lay back down and go back to sleep."

"But who was that? And who are you? You look an awful lot like one of the duel monsters that Minam gave me today..." Mira trailed off in thought, pondering to herself.

The angel chuckled in reply. "You can call me a friend, if you want."

"...Okay," the little girl smiled brightly and laid back down obediently. Her smile suddenly faded however, as she remembered the dark aura emanating off of the other angel. "But what about the other man? The one that disappeared? Is he evil? Why was he here? Where did he go? Who was he?"

"Too many questions," a boyish laugh came from him, calming Mira's fears considerably. "I don't think he's bad- just misunderstood. Now sleep."

"But-"

"Sleep." He repeated playfully, standing up from her bed as if to leave.

"Please don't go," the seven-year old pleaded, fear still evident in her eyes. She shot up in her bed and reached out to tug at the man's sleeve, but her hand just passed through his body. "I-I don't want to be alone."

His smile growing wider, the boy shushed her reassuringly and patted the deck on her nightstand. "We're always here. We always will be."