Do I still not own Yu-Gi-Oh? Yeah, I don't. But I still enjoy writing for it and OC work keeps my mind busy. I just enjoy playing with magic in the Yu-Gi-oh universe, not gonna lie. It's incredibly fun to do so. I also added quite a few jokes from the abridged series so go give some love to little Kuriboh because his jokes are still golden after all these years!

As it is, I hope y'all enjoy!

R&R if you would be so kind!

1

"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again.

"So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking..." ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"I want you to start at the beginning."Those words were spoken to a teenager with short, white hair and sharp pink eyes.

The man that had spoken those words was a tall man. His dark hair was neatly slicked back allowing his deceptively youthful face to be on display. His tanned skin, showing his middle eastern heritage, stood out against the teenagers deathly pale pallor. It was as though life and death were talking to one another. If death was a disgruntled teenager with issues.

"You want me to talk about the death of my parents?" The teenager drawled, narrowing their eyes at him. "Get bent."

"You won't be able to move on if you don't," the man stated and the teen rolled their eyes, deciding that the small doll he had in his office for his child patients was more interesting.

"I'm moving in with my cousin, to a country I've never been to, and only knowing enough of the language to get by," the teenager dryly stated, "sorry if I'm more worried about the future than the past."

"Then you'll be stuck in your past," he commented and they snorted, "our session is done for the day."

The teenager got up to their feet, the brown leather couch squeaking from the movement, and limped away. The man sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. He turned towards the teenagers file as his door slammed shut behind them. He picked up the violet folder, a favorite color of the teen from when they were a child, and looked through it. A picture of the teen with longer hair stared up at him with a serious expression.

Renge Bakura, age sixteen. She had been one of his first patients when he began his career as a therapist. She hadn't fought his help before now. He let out another sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She had lost a bit of herself because of the accident.

Mentally, emotionally, and physically.

A part of him hoped that she would find someone that would turn around her attitude. Bring back the game loving kid that played pranks on people. The one that had talent when it came to their particular schooling. He closed the file with a quick snap and tapped it against his desk a couple of times. On the fifth tap it took flight and soared into a filing cabinet drawer that opened the second it got close.

Renge glared at the itinerary in her hands before shooting a woman a glare as she eyed the teen. Sure, tight fitting pants wasn't the norm, but she didn't deserve to be given disgusted looks. She crossed her legs and arms while waiting. All she had was a carry-on bag with her school books, wallet, passport, important documents, and a strange case carrying a stick and metal rod. A suitcase filled with what little clothes she owned had been placed with the other passengers luggage. Anything else she might've owned had been lost when her fathers side of the family ransacked her house. She clenched her jaw in anger and looked to the side. Renge shouldn't care, she knew better. She pushed her white hair back from her face and tugged on some differently colored pieces. The red secondary tone in her hair a natural occurrence.

"Plane from London to Domino City is boarding now at gate C," a woman announced and Renge felt her shoulders slump.

Great, she could take her antihistamine and sleep the entire way there. She dug into her pocket and grabbed two of the little pills before swallowing them dry. Her boarding number was called and she got into the line to board the plane. She welcomed the window seat and pulled her large jacket over her body. Her headphones went over her ears before she buckled herself in. A stewardess came by and checked on her before walking away. She was lucky that no one was sitting next to her so far.

"Do you like puzzles?" A voice asked and she narrowed her eyes at the speaker. "I just came from Egypt and wanted to give this to my son, but he just passed away."

Renge studied the man. His bright blue eyes held a wisdom behind them she couldn't place, his white hair thick even at his advanced age. He smiled at her and she gave a mental sigh, leaning her head back against the gray headrest.

"I enjoy puzzles," Renge said, her monotone strong.

"Then it's yours," the man stated, putting the puzzle on her carryon bag, "I hope you enjoy this gift."

Renge went to snap at the man but found that he had vanished. There wasn't a sign of him, or his blue-eyes. She sat in her seat, slightly frozen in confusion. Where had he gone? He couldn't have moved that fast, especially at his age. She felt her eyes grow heavy, and her head soon followed suit. The antihistamine finally kicked in as the plane got ready for takeoff. She fell asleep the second they were in the air. Her dreams are disconnected. There were images and people she didn't recognize. She watched as a man with tan skin slowly turned around to look at her with crimson eyes. She jolted awake when he smiled at her.

She hated her dreams, they never made much sense until much later.

Renge got off the plane with the other passengers and let out a yawn before stretching a little. She needed to use the restroom and grab her luggage. Her carry-on bag was now heavier with the puzzle that had been given to her. She would have to try and work on it when she could. She hurried into the restroom to get her business done and heard a few women huff at her appearance. Sure, she didn't really look like a girl but she was still allowed to use the restroom she needed. The only problem she ran into was when she was trying to leave so she could get her luggage.

"What's a boy doing in the women's restroom?" An officer asked her and she sighed.

"I'm a girl," she stated, and he flinched from her voice, "excuse me, I'm going to be late if I don't get going."

She hated that false politeness she had to give to people. Japan was going to be the death of her with their good manners. She put her hands into her coat pockets and hurried to the luggage drop off. The conveyor belt with all the suitcases on it was a little slow moving and she kept her eyes open for hers. She would be able to tell which one it was, she had quite a few duel monster decorations on it. She'd have to hide her enjoyment of the game while in japan. They didn't take well to nerdy shut-ins. She cursed her introverted nature and walked up to the belt when she saw her black suitcase with a big kuriboh stitched onto it. She hoisted it up with ease, her unnatural strength shining through. It rolled by her side with ease and people got out of her way as she briskly walked through the airport, quite a few people didn't want to deal with the scowling teen.

She looked around for anyone that might've been waiting for her. She paused on the group of people with signs. Her name was spelled out in large, red letters with her namesake on the border. The lotus were well drawn and wonderfully painted. So, it was a family trait. The ability to paint and create. She watched as the teenager holding the sign gained a relieved look. She was a little surprised that they looked so similar. He hurried towards her, the sign under his arm. He was a softer personality, she could tell just by the look of him. His whole demeanor screamed pushover.

"You must be Renge, I'm Ryou," he introduced in English, his own Londoner accent strong in his voice, "ready to get going?"

"Yeah," Renge confirmed, her Yorkshire accent causing him to pause.

Ryou scratched the back of his head before motioning for her to follow him. She did so, not even commenting on anything. He had so many questions for his cousin, the one that his father had refused to let him talk to when they were growing up. There had been bad blood between his uncle and his mother. He wanted to ask if she knew what it was about, but decided against it. She looked exhausted, and annoyed.

"How was your flight?" He asked, trying to make small talk.

"It was fine," Renge answered before looking to the side, "I had a weird dream, that's the only highlight."

He could see that. He pointed towards a large complex in the distance and she gave it a weary look. A big complex like that meant a lot of stairs. She tapped a hand against one of her thighs in thought before sucking it up. She would have to get used to the stairs anyway. Ryou held in his humor as his cousin huffed her way up the staircases.

"I want to go back in time and meet the person that created stairs and push them down a flight of them, then his legs will be broken and he won't be able to climb his way back up," Renge's grumbling threat got him to let out a laugh and she look, "I'm petty enough to do it."

He didn't doubt that one bit. He waited for her to catch her breath before opening the apartment door. He took his shoes off and watched as she hesitated for a few seconds. Once her left shoe came off, it all became clear to him. Oh, rang through his mind as he looked at the metal toes. OH! It became louder. He had an inkling as to why their parents had bad blood.

"Did my mother dislike your dad because of his family magic?" Ryou found himself asking.

"It's nice to know that I don't have to tell you about magic," she dryly commented before stepping inside the apartment and closing the door behind her, "yes, he refused to teach her how to create the prosthetics my family is known for."

"It sucks, but he was in the right," Ryou said with a shrug and she raised a brow, "hey, magical schooling ends at middle school."

"Ah, that's why I was told you weren't magical," she stated and he made a face, "my dad was a prick, but he was a good teacher."

"Remind me to…" Ryou trailed off before rubbing the back of his neck in thought, "you brought plants with you?"

"Yeah, my greenhouse survived so I grabbed my plants and put them in a traveling case," she stated, "one of these days I'll live up to my traits of community crone."

Ryou found that he enjoyed his cousin's sense of humor. She was self aware and seemed to simultaneously be her number one fan and her worst enemy. He directed her to the room she'd be staying in until she was done with school or decided to leave. He hoped it wouldn't be too soon, it was nice to have someone else around.

"What makes them work?" Ryou asked as he watched her walk around, putting things away with a flick of her wrist.

"The prosthetics?" She asked, sending him a thoughtful look as she removed her coat to show a black tank top tucked into her black pants . "It's a combination of runes, can't tell you more than that."

"Family secrets got it," Ryou nodded, not too worried about knowing the specifics, "how much did.."

"All the way to my hip," she stated, cutting him off a little, "my left arm as well, all the way to my shoulder…I'm good with illusion runes."

She deactivated the rune that made her arm appear normal and he flinched at the sight. The metal limb caused his distress. No wonder she put an illusion up to hide it. It made his stomach churn at the idea of losing his own limbs. She reached forward and gently grasped a small yarrow plant and placed it on her windowsill. The white flowers seemed to perk up in the sunlight. A second pot of it joined.

"You do potions?" Ryou asked, wanting to learn more about his cousin.

"Yes, one of my top classes," she admitted, a wry smile on her face, "that, runes, and arithmancy."

"Do you like games?"

His innocent question was why Renge found herself looking at a character sheet and lead figure. He was a role player? Interesting that a wizard would choose such a genre. Then again, as much as she loved puzzles she enjoyed strategy games. Her hours on Civilization II spoke to her hobby of playing them. Ryou was shooting her such a hopeful look she reluctantly began to fill in the sheet. Maybe she was the pushover?

"A half-elf magician?" Ryou asked in amusement, listening to her huff at him.

"Not like I can be a mechanic, and a gunman doesn't interest me," she pointed out.

"How about an alchemist?" Ryou suggested.

"That could work." She reluctantly agreed.

She was working on the figure as he put her information into his computer for a future game. She headed to bed to let it dry overnight and Ryou studied it. It was masterfully painted, except for the left limbs. She had just left those alone, allowing the metal of the figure to show instead. He let out a thoughtful sound. His cousin certainly was strange.

Renge was doing her usual maintenance on her prosthetics and winced at the innards of the limbs. How the hell she got stones inside them she'd never know. She sat back after cleaning them out and put the oil stained cloth to the side. She sat back on the bed and put her hands behind her head. Her uncle had already signed her up for a school, the only one that would take her so late into the year was Domino high, and she had been given permission to wear pants alongside the blazer. Citing fake reasons had certainly worked in her favor. She could easily hide her leg with an illusion but preferred not to, a health reason would stop any teacher from saying something. At least, she hoped. She let out a yawn and closed her eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.

Her next day started out semi-normal. Ryou seemed to be wondering when the other shoe was going to drop. She was too put together for it to be normal. With what had happened she should've been in a major depressive episode, but she was carrying on with her life as though everything was fine. She even ate toast and beans while reading a paper from England. He was close to asking if everything was all right when she noticed the time and cleaned up after herself. She was nothing if not punctual.

"Have a good day," Ryou called and she gave him a wave.

"Right back at ya," she called back before closing the front door and heading to school.

The walk to school was filled with strange looks and disgust. Renge didn't care, she simply narrowed her eyes at them and they ran off. She really disliked false politeness. She shoved her hands into the blue slacks of the boys uniform and continued her brisk walk. The slight limp to her gait was going to remain for a few months until her body got used to the prosthetic. Her shoulder had healed faster, that part of the body had gotten more use. She tucked her hair behind her ear, the red streaks in the white shifting a little. She wondered if magic had something to do with the natural extra color in her hair. She'd never asked, she was so used to it. She looked up at her new school and sighed. It was large, and reminded her of a prison. She missed the castle she had gone to for years. She had left home behind in more than one way.

"Your hair is against regulations, it can't be dyed," a woman with bleached blonde hair informed her, holding a hand to painted red lips.

"It's natural," Renge bluntly stated as she held out her doctor's notes for her hair and medical conditions, "I'm just ready to learn."

The woman and her both knew that was a load of tosh. Still, she was given her student ID and shown to her class. She had to wait for a few seconds before the woman called her in. Renge didn't like her, and she started to craft a few pranks to get back at her. She had her hands on her pockets as she eyed her new classmates. She must've confused several of them due to the pants and pink blazer combo. Good, they might not talk to her then.

"This is Bakura Renge, she transferred here from England," the woman stated and several of the boys looked at said teacher with what they probably thought were sensual glances.

"Nice to meet ya," Renge said, not even hiding her terrible Japanese.

"We'll sit you next to Yugi," the woman said.

"That's me," a boy with tri-colored hair said, raising his hand while standing so he could be seen.

Renge walked to her new seat and narrowed her eyes at people as they tried to whisper about her. One label that was starting to stick was delinquent. She mentally shrugged, she wasn't going to stop people from calling her that. Perhaps people would leave her alone with that label.

"I hope we can be friends," Yugi said and she gave a curt nod.

She doubted that. She turned her attention towards the teacher, Chono was her name, and started to take notes. She was nothing if not a studious student. She strived to be one of the best in her class. She could do it with ease. After all, she had done so at her magic school. She was the top student there, even in subjects she didn't feel confident in. She would smoke the competition and watch them grovel beneath her feet.

Her god complex was starting to come in nicely.

"Hey, Bakura-Chan!" A few guys started to gather around her desk during recess and they backed away in surprise when she immediately stood up.

"Nope, not doing this today," she stated in English, missing the way that her desk neighbor turned a bright red at the sound of her accent.

She quickly escaped from the classroom her school issued indoor shoes squeaking a little on her left foot. She inwardly cursed as she searched for a place to sit and relax. Something not around other people. She came to the roof and saw it was locked. With a quick glance to see if she was alone she brought out her stick and gave it a quick jab. The door swung open with ease now that the lock was broken. She reached into her pocket and brought out the lunch she had placed in there the night before.

Renge bit into the curry bun before taking out her game boy to play some Pokémon red. She heard the startup music and cracked her neck in thought. She would have to be gentle with the buttons. If she pushed too hard with her left hand, sadly enough her dominant one, she could break her handheld. That would make for a very boring recess. She heard the roof door open and quickly turned the volume down. A guy with shaggy blonde hair walked up with another teen, this one with brunette hair that was cropped short in a military buzz. Her first impression of them wasn't very good.

They were idiots.

"Oi, aren't you the new kid?" The blonde asked, furthering that impression to Renge.

"No, she went that way," Renge stated, her tone completely serious as she pointed to the edge of the roof, "I'm just her ghost."

The blonde freaked out a bit and she took her chance to head back down while the brunette calmed his friend down. She snickered to herself, it was so easy to mess with people. She looked over to the side as she went down a hallway and noted the tall upper class man instructing other students. It was some kind of anti-bullying committee. She couldn't really make out the words on the arm bands they wore. Save for one kanji. She clicked her tongue in annoyance and started to piece together a rune that would translate for her and allow her to learn the language. She'd always have an accent, that was a given but it would be nice to be able to read without needing a dictionary nearby. She bristled and sent the large teenager a glare before making her way back to class.

He rubbed her the wrong way. She scratched the back of her head in agitation before slamming the door to the class open. That agitation quickly melded into a sheepish feeling as people stared at her. She hadn't meant to open the door like that. She calmly walked to her desk, hating the squeaking that the shoe was letting out. She plopped down and promptly laid her head down so she could sleep. She was typically asleep at one in the afternoon, it was when she had history class with a ghost. That was a whole two hours of nap time she was missing out on. Well, she supposed, it's a good thing the history teacher for her new school seemed competent.

And unlikely to act as a monotoned bedtime story teller.

"Did you think that was funny?!" Was shouted in her ear and she sighed before turning her head and sending the blonde from earlier her darkest glare.

"It was hilarious, now piss off," she gruffly stated, "I'm definitely not in the mood for you."

She was sure she'd be hearing from her psychiatrist about her actions that Friday. She was hoping to leave their little sessions behind, but she couldn't get that lucky. She hated feeling like an animal at a zoo, like someone else's entertainment. She had hated it back at her old school and she still hated it now. He had backed off, giving her a glare mixed with curiosity. Great, now she had someone trying to figure out what her deal was. It was nothing.

She was just an arsehole really.

The school day passed by quickly and soon she was looking at club options. None of them really interested her. She wasn't a homemaker because magic made the work nonexistent and she could already cook. She didn't care for other artists and their unneeded critiques. And she wasn't a sports person, well not without her abnormal strength and metal limbs giving her a genuine leg up. She scratched the back of her head, decided on a club so the teachers wouldn't bother her about it, and spun on her heel and headed away from the school boards. If the school had an occult club she would've joined it. Instead she was going to join the gardening club. It was like discount herbology, but she would miss her professor dearly. She went outside the school and brought a hand up to block out the sun as she headed towards the back where the garden was located.

A girl with long purple hair was moving bags of soil. She picked them up with ease and Renge felt oddly welcomed. The girl paused and turned around with a severe look on her face, and Renge's welcoming feeling grew stronger. She could enjoy the club, more than she originally believed.

"What do you want?" The girl asked, picking up another bag of soil.

"I want to join the club," Renge stated and the girl narrowed her brown eyes before studying the English teen.

"Fine, we meet on Monday and friday," the girly gruffly said, "I'm Sato Ayame, a third year."

"Bakura Renge, a first year," Renge introduced.

"Great, now go away," Ayame stated and Renge gained an amused expression.

She decided to head home for the day. She shifted a little and popped her back to the best of her abilities. Renge wondered if she could ask Ryou to walk on her back to pop it. Well, she could, but the real question was if he would do it. He probably wouldn't, but it didn't hurt to ask. She hurried through the crowds, her left foot falling heavy on the sidewalk from the metal limb. She would have to see about some runes to lighten the weight. She hurried up the stairs of the complex and went up the first two with no issues, but the third made her heart hammer in her chest.

"Ah shite," she said as she took a break and breathed in deeply, "who would've thought my greatest nemesis would be stairs."

She started back up her trek and ended up outside the Bakura department. With a flick of her wand she was welcomed into the apartment. She stepped inside and removed her school shoes before closing the door behind her. She stretched again and placed her school bag down to take off the pink blazer. It ended up draped over her shoulder as she trudged into the small living room.

"Did you even go to school?" Renge asked Ryou as she stopped in her tracks to see him sitting on the couch.

"Of course I did," Ryou defended himself, sending her a look when she sat down on the couch as well, "how was your day?"

"Interesting, yourself?" Renge asked, looking his way.

"That's worrying," Ryou muttered to himself and she gave him a smile, "my day was okay, I might try to transfer to Domino high next year."

"Bullying?" She asked, a dangerous edge to her voice.

"Not really," he awkwardly denied, and she knew he was lying.

She gave him a look before plopping her hand down on his head and ruffling his already messy hair. When hers was longer it looked just like his. She got back to her feet and headed to her room with a wave as he tried to fix his hair. She smirked to herself and entered her room. She tossed her bag into her bed and gave her wand a sharp wave. A privacy charm engulfed her room and she finally did what she needed to.

She let out a scream as buried emotions burst out of her.

She punched at the air and started to breathe heavily. The grief of her parents death, and her deep anger at the loss of her limbs. She would rather have something to blast but didn't want to bring that much attention to her. It was surprising that she was even allowed to do magic outside of school, she supposed forced emancipation gave her that ability. They didn't see her uncle as magical, even though he was.

It was maddening.

Renge ended up sitting at the desk that had been inside her room and placed her forehead against its cool surface. She wasn't going to lie, she felt a little better after screaming. She quickly sat up at a sudden thought and turned towards her school bag. She needed to get to work on her homework. She refused to fall behind. She picked up the leather bag, a gift from her friends from her previous school, and pulled out her school books and notebooks. She leaned back in her chair and grabbed a Japanese to English dictionary from a nearby shelf. She cracked it open and turned towards her Japanese homework first, it was the best place to get started.

Ryou walked past her door and heard soft music playing. For a while there hadn't been any sounds coming from her room. He gently opened it and peeked inside. She was sitting at the desk with her cheek resting on her hand and a frown on her face. She moved the hand propping her head up and ran it through her hair in agitation. She was an easily frustrated person, and that made him smile a bit. He could get that way too.

"Did you need something?" Renge's question made him jump and he turned to see her looking at him by tilting her head back.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, easing a brow when her stomach growled.

"No." She answered.

"But your stomach…" he pointed out.

"But thank you," she chuckled.

The sooner he got her personality the better. As it was, he couldn't understand her at all. He closed the door with a confused expression on his face. He ran a hand down his face and went to the kitchen. Well, he was hungry.

Renge sat at her desk for a few seconds before returning back to the history homework that was vexing her. She thought the goblin wars had been long, the feudal era in Japan was just as bad. She sighed and searched her textbook for an answer and found it hidden in context. A part of her wondered if she should join a cram school. She felt as though she was going to need all the help she could get to pass her classes. She shook her head.

That was a last resort.

Renge finished her history homework and sighed as she reached the math work. That and English took her less time to complete than the other two. Science wasn't as hard and the only thing she struggled with was the Japanese language. Home economics didn't really have homework, all she had to do was pass the class work and she'd be golden. She gave a yawn and stretched, feeling her back pop. She got up from her desk and changed into a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts. She opened her door a little and saw her cousin working on a figurine.

"Hey, good night," she called to him and he jolted in surprise before giving a smile.

"You as well!" He said.

She closed the bedroom door and plopped onto her bed. The bed was just a pillow and blanket. She would have to keep close watch on her funds to see if she could even think of decorating. Either that, or become a working student. She winced at that thought. She could sell her potions and rune stones instead. At least then Domino high couldn't hold stuff like that against her. It was all a mess.

Her life wasn't supposed to be like this.