Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Naruhodo ❯ Prologue/Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

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Naruhodo
Chapter One/Prologue

Hehe. I can tell that I'm gunna get flamed for this. Just be happy she doesn't have a Sennen item, 'kay? =P Oh, if there is any romance in this fic (and there will be, cause Umeia's most likely a mary sue XD), there won't be a lot. So enjoy and don't burn my house down with the flames. o_O; By the way, the title (Naruhodo) means 'I see' in japanese. But I really don't think it's the kinda 'I see' I meant, but oh well XD


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Hi.

Okay...now that was really, really lame. What kind of idiot starts a story by saying "Hi."?


...I do, apparently. My name's Umeia. Okay, technically it's Akila. But I hate that name. Thusforth, I use my middle name. Which is Umeia. And I already said that. Heh..I'm not very good at telling stories, as you can see.

I'm just your normal teenage girl. Well...I'm not THAT normal. Anyway, you don't know me...but you probably know my parents. Well, you would if you watched the news, lately. My parents are archaeologists. And they're actually pretty famous, now, because they apparently found another tomb in the Valley of the Kings. They've made so much money off the discovery, they're actually considering sending me to Japan. Hear that? JAPAN. Of all places, they wanna send me there. I really don't have anything against Japan, and it's not that far away, it's just I wouldn't want to leave Egypt. Yes, Egypt. That's where I live.

They want to send me to Japan because they somehow think I'll get in less "trouble" there. In my current school, all of the girls (There aren't many co-ed schools here, so I have to go to an all-girls school) are afraid of me. Why, you ask? Probably because I have this nasty habit of accidentally predicting things, especially deaths.


Are you scared yet? If not, good. Cause I'm not finished. My parents don't know about the whole predicting thing; I specifically asked the headmistress not to tell them. I'd much rather keep it a secret.

Anywhoo, part of me is sort of hoping they send me to Japan, because, frankly, they'd have to send me to a co-ed school. Meaning, with guys. I'm sorry, but I'm rather fascinated by members of the opposite sex. I have been, ever since I met a certain one...er, I'll save that for another time. Hehe...I should really go to bed now. I'll continue when I get up.


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...Alright... They're sending me. I have to live with my Aunt Rendi.

Joy to the effing world. I'm apparently going to attend some place called Domino High. When I asked my father why I was going there, he simply replied:

"One of the richest teenagers in the world goes there."

As if that's supposed to matter. What, will it instantly boost his social status because his daughter is going to a school which has a student who happens to be a stuck up rich kid?

Sorry, i'm not normally one to insult people I don't know, but I'm freakin' MAD. For all I know, this person- I don't know if they're a guy or girl - could be the nicest person in the world. But do I care? Not really. I hate my parents, just incase you didn't already figure that out. No, they don't abuse me or anything. And they pretty much give me everything I need. It's just the fact that they're doing it because it "wouldn't make them look good" if they didn't treat me this way. I KNOW they don't love me. They probably didn't even want me. I'll stop with the ranting about them; specifically because I don't want you thinking I'm someone who looks for sympathy...even though I probably am.

I plan on trying to hide my little "prediction" problem when I go. Not that I can, of course, but what's the harm in trying?

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Eehhhhh...

I'm in front of my new school.

We have uniforms.

The girl's uniforms are pink.

...I hate pink.

Oh...the bell's ringing. Should prolly head inside, eh?

Joy.

*****A/N: Switching to another form of first person. Sorry. ^-^;;;*****

I was told to wait outside the classroom. So..here I am. Waiting outside in the hall, watching people that I don't know pass by. A few go into the class, and some glance at me with curiosity as they pass. Another bell rings, and everyone who hasn't gone into a class rushes to wherever they're going. Finally, a tall lady walks up to me. She looks as if she's in a hurry.

"Akila?" She asks. I try not to twitch at the name as I nod. She smiles warmly and shakes my hand. "Hello. I'm your homeroom teacher, Ms. Komachi."

I'm lucky my father is Japanese, otherwise I would be totally clueless as to what she's saying. I blink as she hands me a slip of paper.

"That's your schedule."

Oh. I glance down at the subjects I have to take. Algebra, Japanese, Geography, History...hmm, I thought those two were the same things...oh..and Chemistry and Physical Education.

"Now, shall we meet your new classmates?" Before I can reply, she tugs me into the room. I find myself standing in front of a very loud class, and I am sure that I am blushing from embarassment, if only a little. I don't like being the focus of attention, unless I'm abso-freaking-lutely positive that I won't mess up whatever I'm doing at the time.

"Now class, quiet down!" She shouts, and I blink as everyone shuts up abruptly. "We have a new student today. Meet Aki-"

"Umeia." I mumble.

"What was that?"

"Umeia." I say, louder. "I prefer to be called Umeia. It's my middle name."

The teacher blinks at first, then smiles slightly. "Alright, then. Class, say hello to Umeia Yasumi."

There are a few muffled greetings. I sweatdrop.

"Umeia, you may sit next to Yuugi, in the second row."

I blink, confused as to 'Yuugi' is, until I spot a short boy waving at me. As I sit down next to him, he introduces himself.

"Hello! My name's Yuugi."

I fight off the urge to say "DUH!". He continues to talk. I really, REALLY hope he doesn't notice that I'm not listening to him. I mean, GOD, how the hell are you supposed to listen to someone when they have weird hair? No, it's not your everyday weird hair. Yuugi has to have the freaking weirdest hair in the world. For cripesakes, it sticks out everywhere, and it's...er...colourful. Good god..

After about a minute, he stops talking and we both turn to face the front of the room. There are a few announcements that come over the intercom, then a bell rings and everyone stands and walks out of the room. I blink, glancing at Yuugi. He laughs lightly.

"You have to go to your first period class now. Here, give me your schedule." I hand it to him, confused. "Oh, good! We both have History. C'mon, let's go."

He tugs me out of the classroom, and into a crowd of students heading in various directions.

Thus begins the first day of my new, um, life..?

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Yay! I've managed to make it through four periods, and now it's lunchtime. After I go and get my lunch from the cafeteria (Nachos- because, according to Yuugi, everything else is a hazard to my health.), I just stand there awkwardly for a few seconds. Who am I supposed to sit with?

Ah. Yuugi is waving at me from his table, yelling my name. Thank god for friendly short people with weird hair.

As I walk over, I notice that four other people are already sitting there. Okay, so it's not like I didn't notice them before, it's just I was only focusing on the aforementioned short person. Anywhoo.

I slide onto the bench, next to Yuugi. He begins introducing me to his friends, one of whom is scarfing his food like a...well...dog...only, using a spork.

"She's Anzu," Yuugi says, pointing at the only girl at the table (aside from myself, of course). She has short, brown hair and bright blue eyes. She smiles, waving at me.

"Hi!"

"This is Ryou Bakura," He continues, this time gesturing to the silverish-purple-haired boy next to him. Ryou smiles warmly, greeting me with a polite hello.

"Honda Hiroto," Yuugi points at the tall brunette across from him.

"Hey," He says, flashing me a small smile.

"...And Jounouchi Katsuya. Feel free to call him Jou, though."

I hear a hi come from the blonde, but it's muffled by food.

Sighing to myself, I look around once more at all of them. If they're gonna be my friends (which they probably will end up being), I believe I'll simply fall into a coma for the rest of my life. I mean, they seem nice and all, but..I..eh, heck. It'll be better than having no friends at all, right?

...Oh, damnit...Forgot about that whole seeing the future problem. That'll sure be fun to hide.

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