Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome To My Life ❯ Okay...What just happened? ( Chapter 1 )

Blackfire Kitsune: I'm sorry, I know I have other stories to work on, but I can't get this idea out of my head.

Yugi: Yes, but did you have to do a Yu-Gi-Oh fic? Why couldn't you do a Yu Yu Hakusho one?

BFK: Because it's about time that Terra was paired with someone other than Kurama. And because I read “The New Students” twice in the last few days. Oh yeah, and I recently read AnimeDarkside's “Just Once” and “Again, Please.”

 

Disclaimer: I don't own it if you recognize it.

 

 

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP Beeeeeeeep

 

CRASH!

 

“And there goes another alarm clock.” I muttered, clambering out of bed. “Good morning, world!” My name is Terra Cooper, and I am a blonde with hazel eyes. I plan on dying my hair black soon. Anyway, it was early on a Saturday morning during my summer vacation, and I was going to go watch TV. Yu-Gi-Oh!, to be exact. How many ways do I love that show? Many, many. Since my parents decided they couldn't deal with me anymore, I now own my own apartment. Wootwoot. Anyway, I headed off and began to watch TV, but it was not to be, for at the end of the show, the TV started to glow. Blue. Now, via my experience watching Yu Yu Hakusho-a very cool anime, but that's beside the point- I have learned that portals tend to be blue. I was not disappointed. About a second after it stated glowing, a short kid with unimaginably spiky tri-colored hair and wearing a rather distinctive gold pyramid-shaped puzzle was spit out of the TV, looking not so good. He was clearly unconscious. Yugi! I realized.

 

About a minute later, the TV spit up a second boy-this one with semi-spiky long white hair, wearing what I realized was the Millennium Ring. Bakura. Like Yugi, he was unconscious and was not in the best of physical condition. The TV spit up one last boy-he was cursing colorfully, telling me he was conscious. He was a platinum blonde, with tanned skin revealed by a muscle shirt and jeans. His eyes were a distinctive shade of lavender. Malik.

 

“Hello, and welcome to my home.” I said, smirking slightly.

 

“Who're you?” He asked sharply-in English.

 

“I could ask you the same question.” I replied.

 

“I asked first.”

 

“Oh, don't try pulling that with me. Anyway, I'm Terra Cooper. You are?” I asked, still smirking slightly, for I already knew his name.

 

“Malik Ishtal.”

 

“Alright then, Malik, you are helping me carry these two into my room so that they don't have to stay on my living room floor.” I told him.

 

“And why, exactly, would I do that?” Malik asked.

 

“Because I can't carry both of them at once, dumbass.” I replied. “And I have a heavy object.”

 

“Coming.” Malik scooped up Bakura and followed me into my room-I was carrying Yugi. The heavy object threat always works.

 

“Put him on the bed.” I instructed.

 

“What about Yugi?” Malik asked, though he did as I instructed and plopped Bakura on the bed.

 

“Ummmm…”

 

“You haven't thought that far ahead?”

 

“Nope.” I replied, embarrassed.

 

“How about the couch?” Malik suggested.

 

“That'll work!” I nodded, going back out into the living room and laying Yugi on the couch. “And now to make sure that they're not too severely injured.” Kneeling by the couch, I used a nose that had always been exceptionally sharp-mine-to try to detect blood. None. Good. I thought. I stood up, returning to my bedroom to check on Bakura. After not noting any signs of possibly fatal injury from him, either, I went back out into the living room, where Malik was waiting-and holding up my copy of Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelist Volume One.

 

“Care to explain?” He asked. I turned bright red.

 

“I-uhh-I..” How do you tell someone that in your world, they're a TV show? Put it bluntly, I guess. “Let's sit down. This could take awhile.” And so I explained about the TV show and manga-managing, somehow, to skip my usual rant on the overall awfulness of the American dub. After I finished, he sighed.

 

“I don't think I'd believe it if it weren't for this.” He waved the manga in his hands. I pounced, grabbing it back. “HA!” I said triumphantly. “MINE!” (I'm a bit over-possessive about my manga.) He laughed when I said that.

 

“You know, you are a very weird person.”

 

“Why thank you. I try.” I think I caught him off-guard, because he gave me a look and then jut shook his head.

 

“Okay, quick question-where are your parents? I doubt this apartment is big enough for all of you.” He said, changing the subject.

 

“Well, I live alone. My parents kicked me out the day I turned sixteen.” I replied.

 

“You live alone.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Wow. I applaud you.” Malik actually clapped, and I laughed.

 

“Arigatou.” I snorted at his shocked face.

 

“You speak Japanese?” He asked, clearly surprised.

 

“I do. But since when do you speak English?” I asked him.

 

“My sister works at a museum. We've been to the States more than once.” He replied. “Bakura, as I'm sure you know, is British. I bet he taught Yugi.” Malik informed me.

 

“Ah.” I nodded. It made sense. Sudden, there was a groan from the couch. I looked up, to see Yugi sitting up. Immediately, I was leaning over the top of the couch, sarcastic comment at the ready. “You look like a semi ran you over, then backed up and did it again.” I was smiling as I said it, though. “I'm Terra Cooper.”

 

“Yugi Mutou. How did I get into your living room?” He asked.

 

“My TV spit you out.” I replied.

 

“You're kidding.”

 

“Nope.” I replied. “I wish I was.”

 

“Hey, Yugi. You're awake, I see.” Malik said. “And she's right-you do look like a semi ran you over and then backed up and did it again.”

 

“That is not funny.” Yugi said. I shrugged.

 

“Eh, whatever.” I said.

 

“Who's explaining to him?” Malik asked.

 

“You are. I've gotta take care of Bakura.” I replied.

 

“Explain what?” Yugi asked. I left, hearing Malik begin with, “Well, you see…”

 

Assured that Yugi was being properly explained to, I left to go keep an eye on the other patient. “Now, where's that manga…?” I muttered quietly, finding my latest issue of Shonen Jump. I sat in a beanbag chair next to the bed, and watched Bakura for signs of consciousness, reading my manga all the time.

 

 

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An hour later, there was a groan from the bed. I tossed down the manga I was reading-Inuyasha, Volume 20, should anyone care- and stood up. “Welcome back to the world of the living.” I said, smiling slightly.

 

“Not funny.” Bakura said flatly.

 

“That's the second time today one of my sarcastic comments has gotten that response.” I laughed. “I'm Terra Cooper.”

 

“Ryou Bakura, though I prefer Bakura.” He smiled that kawaii smile. Coupled with the British accent, my heart was starting to become mush.

 

“I'd better inform Yugi and Malik you're awake.” I said.

 

“Yugi and Malik are here? And where exactly is here?”

 

“Yes, they're here. And in response to your other question, here is in an apartment in an anonymous typical American small town.” I replied.

 

“That was unspecific.” Bakura said.

 

“I know.” I replied, smiling. “I try to be.” Bakura quirked up an eyebrow. “I am American. Therefore, I am odd.” I said. At this, Bakura laughed.

 

“I'm glad you find the American amusing, but honestly, Bakura, shouldn't you be a little worried about how you got here?” Malik had poked his head through the door. “And explaining is your job this time, Terra.”

 

“Oh, thanks a lot.” I said sarcastically.

 

“You're welcome.” Malik replied, in a completely un-sarcastic tone.

 

“Explaining what?” Bakura asked curiously. And so, for the second time that day, I was explaining the whole TV-show-and-manga thing, and how he got there. Ryou was shocked into silence, but his yami had plenty to say, as I was assured of when he took over.

 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WE'RE A TV SHOW HERE?!” He shouted. I squeaked and ran out of the room.

 

“HOMICIDAL TOMB ROBBER ON THE LOOOOOSE!” I shouted, diving behind the couch.

 

“Where is she?” Yami Bakura asked, stalking out.

 

“Behind the couch.” Malik said nonchalantly.

 

“Traitor.” I snapped, standing up and taking a couple steps back. I then turned to Yami Bakura. “Ever heard the expression `don't shoot the messenger'?” I asked.

 

“I have. I don't tend to abide by it, though.” He replied.

 

“Ulp.” I backed up even further. However, whatever Yami Bakura had in mind, it was not to be, for Yami Yugi had decided to intervene.

 

“Don't hurt the girl. It isn't her fault.” He snapped.

 

“Thank you!” I said, relaxing. Yami Bakura harrumphed and returned to the ring, tough I swore I heard him mutter, “Stupid Pharaoh, always ruining my fun,” as he did.

 

“Sorry about him.” Ryou said, looking at the ground. “He's-well-I'm not sure how to put it nicely.”

 

“An ass?” I offered.

 

“Yes.” Ryou agreed.

 

“It's okay. Not your fault.” I shrugged. “But, of course, we do have a problem. After all, the show you guys are in is immensely popular. You're sure to be recognized and swarmed by evil fangirls. And therefore, we have a problem, because though I would have no qualms with letting Yami Bakura boot `em all off to the Shadow Realm, it'd be noticed, and all we need is another unexplained disappearance.” I told them.

 

“I see your point.” Yami agreed. “But `another'? There have been disappearances here before?”

 

“That's a story for another time.” I said. Just then, my TV glowed blue again. “Pease don't let this be another person. I don't have that much room in my apartment.” I said, casting my gaze heavenward. I was lucky. It was a large, old leather-bound book. I immediately picked it up. “It's a spellbook!” I said, shocked.

 

“How do you know?” Malik asked.

 

“It says so on the cover.” I replied flatly.

 

“Oh.” I rolled my eyes at his stupidity, before opening up the book to a page that had been marked.

 

“`A Spell for Changing Appearances.' Wow, that's exactly what we're looking for!” I blinked. “Now would be a very good time to thank all higher powers for my very good fortune. Unfortunately, I'm not religious.” I said flatly. “Which is another one of the many reasons my parents booted me out. Religious fanatics, the both of them.” I shuddered. “No, I'm not an Atheist. I'm a Polytheist. Anyway, to the matter at hand.” I said. I then read through the directions. “Right. Typical spell. We need some candles, a match-to light them, duh- paper, a quill pen, and ink. Why a quill, I don't know.” I stood up, setting the book down, and skittered into my “office,” a room where I did all my writing-related and internet-related work. My computer sat on a desk in there, next to a pile of notebooks, a large amount of ballpoint pens, my sketchbook, and, on the other desk in the room, various artistic implements such as colored pencils, various kinds of paints, ink pens, pencils, and gel pens. On that same table was the quill pen I had gotten during a class trip to Gettysburg and the ink I had gotten at the same place. I also got a sheet of artistic paper-the kind you paint on-and brought it all out into the living room, setting it down, before standing up to scurry off again and get some candles, but Ryou's hand on my shoulder stopped me.

 

“Just tell me where the candles are, and I'll get them. It's not right for us to simply sit around while you do all the work.” He said.

 

“No, I'll get them. It's okay, I don't mind!” I told him.

 

“Still…” Ryou said

 

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I can do it.” I told him.

 

“If you're sure…” He sighed and took his hand off my shoulder. I scurried of, returning with candles and plenty of matches.

 

“We've got everything.” I said, putting down the candles ad picking up the spellbook. “The candles go in a wide circle, and we sit in the circle, and then the paper goes in the center…” I set it down again, set the candles, and motioned for everyone to sit in the circle, before going around the outside and lighting the candles. I stepped over the candles, sat down, and picked up the paper, resting it in my lap. I then opened up the ink, dipped in the quill pen, and drew the universal witchcraft symbol-a pentagram. I set the paper in the center of the circle, and picked up a single candle, lighting it using one of the others in the circle. I then set the candle in the center of the pentagram, and began to read off the incantation. Of course, you have no need to know what I said. After all, for all I know, three random people in Uzbekistan (1) lost their souls, died, or something so that Yugi, Malik, and Ryou could change their appearances. (2) Of course, I do still have the book. There's a large variety of spells in there, and they've proved useful time and time again, as you'll see. Once I finished reading it off, I felt the book shrink to around pocket-size. I shrugged, slipping it into the back pocket of my jeans-I had gotten dressed while waiting for Bakura to awaken. I then opened my eyes, and was surprised at the change. The Pharaoh had let Yugi take over, and the kid was actually tall, with sandy-blonde hair cut at his ears and the same violet eyes. Guess some things can't be changed. Ryou, who had been sitting next to him, now had hair of a normal length, in an interesting shade of brown-blonde. His eyes were light blue. Malik's hair was now black, done in a Yusuke-ish, slicked-back style, and his eyes were chocolate brown. Those were eyes you could get lost in, without a freakin' roadmap.

 

“Woah.”

 

 

BFK: Odd place to end it, but hey. I like where this is going. As to why it's called “Welcome to My Life,” I was listening to that song when I started it.

 

Yes, Uzbekistan is a real country. It's somewhere in the Middle East. Yes, nearly every country there ends in “stan.” Afghanistan, Pakistan, etc… I figure that there was some really vain King Stan who ruled all those places and stuck his name on them. (:P)

Translation: I have no idea what to put there, my poetry skills are lacking, and I really don't feel like coming up with anything.