Me: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or anything Yu-gi-oh related.

Friend: Shocker

Me: What is?

Friend: You admitted it?

Me: Wasn't it obvious?

Friend: Are you feeling OK?

Me: HISSSSS I'm just fine.

Friend: 0.0

*Narrator*

So now it begins. A tale of two people, five Signers and their counterparts the Dark Signers. It may all be very confusing now, but soon you will see and experience the truth. What had happened over ten thousand years ago, and what is going to repeat itself. Be warned that there is a reason why we record history today.

*Yusei*

Exactly five hours, twenty-two minutes and thirty-three seconds had passed since we had talked to our 'Dragons'. Everything was starting to make sense. Why Star was here, why the Dark Signers were back and why we all had felt a familiar feeling being with Star. We were still missing some pieces of information, though. It didn't seem likely that we were going to find out anything soon.

"I know where 'Kiryu' is." Crow said suddenly, making us all jump. His voice was so serious that I almost didn't recognize him. "Think about it, the beginning. If Kiryu is really in there then there's only one place I can think of." I froze. He could mean that place could he? Jack was the one to fill in the award silence. "The place where we first became 'Team Satisfaction."

*Kiryu*

It was a horrible sensation, being trapped in your own body. I couldn't do anything to help the girl, and I felt terrible about it. The least I could do was to stop Him from touching her. I couldn't feel, smell or taste anything but I could see and hear when I wanted to. I tried listening in on their meetings but they failed to mention anyone's name.

It was a frustrating thing. Especially when they talked about 'Him'. I knew they were talking about the last Dark Signer but it confused me as to how they could retrieve 'Him'. Rudger was dead, as was Goodwin, but what if the Dark Signer within them found a new host? Or worse, what if there was another Dark Signer to begin with? I wasn't stupid enough to deny his existence. They were so convinced of his return that they even set a chair for him. By chair I mean throne.

Is he their leader? The thought came to me but I dismissed it. If he was their leader then shouldn't this group be more . . .disorganized? Whatever the case was I needed to gain control of my body, before the Dark Signer within me hurt more people.

It was a daily thing to do. I would throw my mind into the control of a body part. When that part was under my control, I moved on to another, and another, while he started to take over the body parts I had previously claimed. A constant mental struggle that hurt terribly for both of us. Unfortunately for me, he was a sadist.

I threw my mind into the control of a hand. If I could get a hand, then maybe I could stop myself. Permanently. I knew Yusei, Jack and Crow would be angry at me for doing this but I needed to redeem myself. It was my fault for being too weak. My fault for doing this to them, not once but twice. I needed to die.

And so it began. My struggle with my darker half. The man who I knew wouldn't let me kill the body he inhabited, but I in return wouldn't allow him to directly hurt my friends. I was determined to end this.

*Star*

I dreamed a memory. Or at least I thought it was a memory. It was so clear, so real that it had to be a memory. It wasn't one of Yusei though, it was of . . .Jack? No, it wasn't Jack, the person in my dream had red hair, and he was smiling at me. Father.

A woman stood beside him, holding a basket of roses. Her green eyes were warm, and her deep purple hair was tightly bound in a pony-tail. Mother, my mind said instantly.

In the distance there was a green-haired woman sitting in the sun and reading a book. Her eyes were a light pink, that seemed both natural and unnatural.

It was an odd scene that just kept replaying over and over in my head. I was about seven, and I was playing with someone. I couldn't see that person's face though, it was covered in a shadow. I had tripped over a rock and was bleeding at the knee. Like the child I was, I cried, causing a lot of worry. My Father came over with a scowl on his face, but it wasn't directed at me. It was directed at the rock I fell over, as if it were the cause to all of this.

I was immediately picked up by the shadowed-figure and placed on his shoulders. By this time, I could see his hair. It was an unruly black that was as soft as feathers, but I couldn't see his face. The way he picked me up made me laugh, "Thank you, brother." I heard myself say, and so it ended. The scene, that is. The dream continued. This memory just kept repeating itself like a broken video tape.

There was something missing! It was like there was supposed to be something there that wasn't, and I just couldn't remember it. It wasn't the shadow-faced man. That couldn't be it, but there was someone else. Someone I had been chasing before I tripped and fell. I couldn't see him though, and it bothered me to no end.

The more I tried to remember, the darker my dream got. More blood seemed to come out of my knee when I fell. My father's face seem to look graver and graver while my mother and the green-haired woman lost weight and gained bangs under their eyes. The black feather-like hair got more and more rough with each rerun, and whoever I was chasing seemed to get farther and farther away. This continued until darkness engulfed itself around me. Not the me now, but the seven-year-old me. I cried and cried, unknowing of what to do. A familiar voice whispered itself in my ear, "Don't get caught up in this war." It was serious, and pained. Why was it familiar? Why? Why? Why?

I jolted awake, and tried to move my wrists, remembering that they were tied to the bed. Still confused, I screamed. Where was I? I feel so trapped! My mind screamed at me to run, but my legs were also strapped. A man ran into the room, a mixed look of concern and annoyance on his face. Silver hair. I stopped screaming and slowly processed where I was. "'K-Kiryu?'" I asked, my voice hoarse from being so dry and from screaming.

He went over to the bedside and picked up the glass of water that was resting there. As if to mock me, he brought the liquid to his lips and tilted his head back. I narrowed my eyes at him as he loomed over me. I saw a smirk spread itself across his lips before he crashed them onto mine.

Cold, heavenly water seeped from his mouth and into mine. I swallowed and let the cool sensation dripped itself down my throat. Much better. I tried making a sound in my throat to make sure that it was ok to talk. It didn't hurt anymore.

I was stupid. 'Kiryu' must have interpreted this as a moan of some sort because as soon as I was done drinking, he slipped in his tongue. I tried to pull back but the back of the bed kept my head in place. I didn't know what to do, as I shivered in disgust at his touch. Finally, I resorted to biting his lip, making him jerk back.

I glared, trying not to smirk at the blood dripping from the side of his mouth. He licked it away before giving me more water. With the cup this time. I kept my glare on him, but inside I was ecstatic to know that he had given up. I had won something, even in this state I could still win! New found hope shed itself upon me. I could do this. I could rescue myself, I didn't need help from Yusei. He didn't need to come, he didn't need to fall into this trap laid out for him. I only needed more time.

Me: My friends have started to point out that Star was starting to turn into a marisu, and seeing as i hate cliche princess-like chicks who can't do a thing for themselves, I decided to show everyone Star's real personality.

Friend: You mean the headstrong, 'I would sacrifice anything for my friends' type?

Me: YEAH! Wait . . .what?