She woke up with explosions echoing in her head. Outside her head though, it was completely, utterly silent. She stood up, dusted down her clothes, and looked down, realising with a start that she was looking at the sea.

Since when was this place a beach? She wondered. Then she remembered what had happened just hours ago. An earthquake .Rumblings in the grounds. Explosions. Everyone was screaming, running away, trying to contact loved ones. She was running away too. But since she was already running away from her home about a day before this even started, she wasn't that perturbed. After all, she had been through worse.

This disaster was her ticket to somewhere better. On the day she had run away, she had cut her hair to shoulder length, cut herself a fringe, got different clothes and chose a new name for herself. She brushed down these clothes and started walking.

It didn't take her long to realise that this was going to be the part of her home town that would be worse off from now. Already she could see people reduced to begging. Already she could see duelling gangs set up. These she stayed clear of. She couldn't trust men, or teenaged boys. Her life had taught her that.

At least the worst men in her life were gone. She wouldn't think about them anymore. She hummed a song as she walked, paying no attention to the suffering of the other around her. She was too busy formulating a plan in her head: Get to the other side of this island. Find a boat, travel to some far-off country, start using my new name and get a...

The cries of a child interrupted her thoughts. Momentarily distracted, she searched for the source, and found it.

A little baby, no more than a few months old, inside what seemed to be a safety pod. She opened it and picked up the baby, rocking it. Soon, it stopped crying, and opened its eyes. They were a brilliant blue, darker than hers, but still very distinctive.

Whose eyes do you have? Your mother's? Or maybe your fathers?

Then another thought.

What am I supposed to do now? Not one part of her runaway plan had involved a random abandoned baby. This was just a hindrance. She could just abandon him again. Someone would find him. How many people had ended up stuck here, on this part of Neo Domino that clearly was not the mainland? A lot. So he would be fine.

But this is just a baby. Not even a kid who can walk and talk. An innocent baby. Like Junta was once.

The thought of her little brother sent a faint wave of pain through her. He was probably the only person she slightly missed now. Although he was growing up now, becoming more susceptible to the influence of the people who had caused her misery. More likely to become like them.

"Well, I guess I'll change my plans a bit for you. Just to get you someplace safe. "She said aloud to the baby, who gurgled. Happily.

You need a name. Do you have one? She knelt down and looked inside the pod, discovering a piece of paper and pulling it out.

"Yusei Fudo."The paper said. Unusual name, but at least she had something to call this baby. She got up and started walking again, talking to the baby as she did so

Well, nice to meet you, baby can call me Yura, well, at least until I get you somewhere safer than here. "

"Yura isn't my real name, but it doesn't matter, because for the rest of my life I will be using this name. I'm going somewhere far far away from here. Nowhere in Japan though. I'm good at languages you know, I'd be just fine in Spain, or France, or even America. I wonder, will you be any good at languages? My little brother, Junta is 6 years younger than me, he's good at science. He has spiky hair like you. So maybe you'll be like him. Maybe"

Yura ran out of things to say. A lump rose in her throat. No point getting attached to the kid. After she'd left him, he'd never remember her. He would have another life, hopefully a better one than hers when growing up.

She saw a little shop, and went inside .It was a random shop with random items. She found a baby bottle, some water bottles and various snacks, and went to the cashier, paying, not saying a word, not even a goodbye as she left.

She put Yusei down for a moment, so she could put these items into her bag. Then Yusei started to cry, so she ended up having to fill the baby bottle with water and feed the baby. She knew milk would be better, but water was all she could get.

I could probably take good care of you in my far-away place .Bring you up as my son...or maybe my little brother.

Being the no-nonsense girl she was, Yura shoved the thoughts out of her head. This was a little kid who didn't understand anything she said, someone who she had no attachment to, any family connection to. It had been so easy to runaway and say goodbye to her family and old life, so it would be easier to say goodbye to this little baby, a stranger.

She had no idea how long she had walked for when she found a good-looking little house, full of kids, and a woman who seemed to be taking care of them all. It seemed like the perfect place, except for the fact that Yura did not want to be seen. She just wanted to leave the baby, and get out of there. So she hid in the bushes, rocking Yusei so that he'd sleep.

When he fell asleep, Yura took the note with his name on, and wrote a few extra sentences , before simply sitting there, occasionally stroking Yusei's head as she watched and observed the place , strengthening the belief that this place was the best place to leave him before moving on with her life.

Night fell, and Yura stepped out hesitantly. It seemed like everyone was asleep .A moons hone dimly .She carried Yusei to the door step, placed him there carefully. She fished out the note with one hand, rapped loudly on the door with the other, and then ran away, leaving the note to flutter and fall next to Yusei as he slept, unaware.

Please look after Yusei for me. I don't have any family connection to him, i only knew him a few hours but I want him to grow up in a safe, happy place- the place I never had.

Goodbye, little baby.

Yura Asakura

Well , that seems to read like the prologue of a multichapter story...Oh well , please review