Hello everyone! It's time for a note from me, Koros45. I apologize for the wait, and would make an excuse, but its summer so I don't really have one. Writing this sucker is really difficult but also fun. If any of you have any suggestions on how I could improve this story or even my writing style please feel free to leave a review! Thanks!

Also, before I forget; DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-gi-oh! Yu-gi-oh! GX or Yu-gi-oh! 5Ds. If I did, each duel would use 8000 life points and some pairings would be canon.

Anyways, you all are probably tired of hearing me ramble on, so let's start this chapter, shall we?

Kindred Spirits: Chapter One

Desert Sand

Yusei squinted while he adjusted to the light change. The feeling of being transported instantaneously was disorienting and frightening. He remembered how it felt falling to a swift death inside his father's invention, the beautiful light of momentum constantly shifting colors, like falling through an endless sea of rainbows. Yusei couldn't hear anything amid the hum of the massive reactor, not even his own scream. He blacked out and awoke in a barren wasteland and was saved from its vengeful occupants, the victims of Zero Reverse, by his father. It was a cruel joke to Yusei. He had never had a father in Satellite, and it was only his foster mother Martha as well as his early friends that provided him a family there. 17 years later and within a day of learning who his father was, and how he contributed to Old Momentum and the creation of Satellite, he could only be with him for less than a minute! He had so many questions for the man, but they all went unanswered as Dr. Fudo faded into the blackness.

He looked around the desert, and the Signer heard a faint trickling sound. Yusei moved closer and saw the body of a massive river in the distance. There was a white void that cut off most of the land to his left and right. The void ahead of him appeared to recede while the land in turn widened. The duelist noted that the river turned and veered off to his left. There would be no guarantee he would have access to water in the future, so he figured that the best plan of action would be to follow the river until he knew more about his surroundings.

Yusei walked to the edge of the river, surprised at its clarity. The white spots where the sun hit were accented by tones of orange and yellow, yet the river still reflected his features. The noise of the current distracted Yusei; he recalled the past two duels against Kiryu and Rudger. The roars of the two Earthbound Gods and those of Stardust Dragon surfaced briefly before the current caught his attention again. His breath caught as he felt the fear and anxiety of isolation. He had no way of telling Jack or Aki about Rudger's last words, and knew no way of getting home. The Signer fell next to the river and struck at the sand. His gloved fist struck sand twice before he screamed.

It had been hours since Atem began following the footprints. The fact that someone else was here was somewhat unnerving to him. He figured that the passage would be for him alone. The pharaoh couldn't help but wonder if he was trailing some other bad guy he would have to duel eventually for the fate of the world, but having company would be a better alternative. The time he had spent with Yugi and the others had changed him for the better, but now Atem wasn't sure where he belonged. He quickened his pace, following the footprints across the dunes. A little while ago Atem felt a change in the pressure around him, like when his puzzle would react to another Millennium Item, or a Shadow Game. Some form of primordial magic that he wasn't familiar with. It felt raw and unfocused, almost alive even. And it grew stronger as he followed its presence.

The footprints were relatively new so Atem knew his target wasn't far. The pharaoh was tempted to turn around but he felt if he did he would be tempted to go back, to see them all one more time. The prints were made by some kind of boot, which ruled out Yami Bakura's involvement, but Atem was still on high alert. The irregular spacing of each print indicated this person was tired or disoriented. It was odd that one who was in this world would be affected by mortal limits. Atem ran as fast as he could, practically flying over the sand. He was astounded by his own seeming inability to tire. The dunes trailed by him as the pharaoh kept following the irregular steps. He cleared the peak of the dune and beheld a river below him. The red sun shone on the pure water and was a welcome sight on the pharaoh's eyes. As the footprints trailed down the hill they got more linear. Atem noticed that the closer that he got to the river, the more the void seemed to lessen. In fact, the river stretched across the landscape right over the horizon. It was much wider than it seemed, and he soon discovered that he would have to swim across if he wanted to proceed.

There were not just footprints, but also handprints at the basin of the river. The pharaoh crossed the river with some difficulty and was glad no one was there to taunt him about it. As he climbed the bank, Atem noticed that the footprints led him to a figure; hunched over, back towards him. Atem first saw the blue jacket adorned with red padding, then the discarded gloves and finally the duel disk at the figure's side. The pharaoh cleared his throat.

"Hello?"

End of Chapter One

Have A Happy Father's Day!