A/N: Ayo peeps. Yeah. I'm back for A Manga to Reality. Random isn't it? XD Okay, so here's a rewrite of the rewrite of chapter one...confusing, isn't it? Don't worry guys, I SWEAR this is my last re-write.

~Chapter One~

Dena Kemp knew three things for certain:

1. She has a harrowing hell of a headache

2. She landed on top of some random little boy

3. She has no current memories of what happened after her fight with her sister

And that I feel confused as heck. Baffled. Confuddled. Or is muddled the right word? Okay wait, getting off track. She thought, in a dazed fit. The movement of a body writhing under the weight of Dena, calls her back to reality. She rolls off him, the boy immediately jumping to his feet, looking fiercely at her. Black bushy hair flies wildly around the frame of his tanned, round little head. His dark blue eyes look toughly up at Dena, and he crosses his small arms across his chest, straightening his posture.

Getting a good look at his face, Dena is in absolute awe. The kid's eyes were big, so big. The unnatural type of big, the most prominent feature on his small, round face. Probably due to that fact that they practically took up half of his face! Freaky!

Dena can tell he's trying to be intimidating - but he looks pretty freaked out to be honest, not to mention he only manages to look like a very cross munchkin. Dena feels a giggle escape, thinking of those small nasal sounding humanoids from The Wizard of Oz -

"Where did you come from?!" The boy says in a demanding voice, surprisingly loud for a kid his size, immediately snapping Dena out of her random thoughts. "And how did you get into Kaiba Corps offices - especially my brother's office?!"

Dena scratches the back of her head, and gives a nervous chuckle. "Those are very good questions kids - eh, question is, where exactly am I?"

The boy gives Dena yet another funny look, backing away a few more steps. "Domino City, Japan, of course!"

Brooke hates heights.

That's because there's always the possibility of death. And the intense feeling of falling down to God-knows-where. And not to mention that uncomfortable, shivering feeling running down your spine - the type you get when you go down that steep drop of a roller coaster. So one can imagine that the situation she is right now, is not very enjoyable.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhHHH!" She screams at the top of her lungs, as she falls down, down, down. Tears rush out of her eyes, vision absolutely blurred, and eyes burning. Brooke's arms wildly fly about, desperately trying to grasp for any form of material object, to stop her from falling to an untimely demise. Her legs kick and thrash about, impulsively trying to fight off the chance of dying. Her heart beats wildly in her chest, adrenaline pumping, all of her five senses on overdrive.

Brooke's thoughts are completely disoriented, flying here and there from random subjects, trying to get the concept of what's happening at the moment, and the panic, panic, panic gripping her mind.

Oh dear God, please, please, please save me. I'm falling. I'm falling. Where? How? How did it come down to this? This is kind of like Alice from Alice in Wonderland - falling into the rabbit hole - is this how she felt? Falling, panicking, confused, scared? Reality all a blur? Is this how you feel like when you're going to die? Oh God. Oh God. What's my family going to think? Not like they would notice anyway, my parents - oh but what about Cargan? And Dena? They would care - absolutely! Wait wait wait - how did it all come down to this?

Through mixed thoughts and intense fear, a thought suddenly struck Brooke. I don't remember anything of how I came down to falling in the first place. All she remembers - at least what she could - yes, that's it, she was fighting with Dena before being in this heck of a mess! Oh where is she, what is she thinking, how will I -

THUD!

Brooke lands.

Finally.

She exhales loudly out of relief, when she sees that her body didn't smash from the impact with the floor from the height she fell from, thank goodness -

"Aagh!" Someone yells.

Weird. The floor is moving - and it's soft - wait, did she land on a person!

The heat on Brooke's face burns even more when realizing this fact, and jumps off instantly, backing away. Catching sight of the poor person who served as a cushion for Brooke's fall. Sprawled on the ground is a boy probably around her age, his face hidden by a mess of white spiky hair - wait a moment. Ryou Bakura?! Brooke kept backing up, until hitting the wall. It can't possibly be him - maybe a cosplayer, yes, a cosplayer. Has to be!

She breathes out shakingly, quickly taking in the account of her new, strange settings. A medium sized, Japanese styled apartment, consisting of one room. A small kitchen over there in the right corner, near the door. An incredibly tiny but lumpy looking couch shoved close to the wall next to a window. A TV on a small table. Yes, a typical Japanese apartment.

Something else then occurred to Brooke, as she took in her settings - everything looked...flat. 2-D-ish. The colors are definitely bold and defined, plastic and lined. Yet she could touch the table near her, and it's perfectly dimensional - w-what's happening here?!

The cosplayer(?) finally collects himself, stumbling onto his feet. He looks over to Brooke, his wide, brown eyes looking straight at her. For a cosplayer, he has such big eyes - anime drawn style like...way too realistic… Brooke can feel the hairs on her neck raising. What is happening here?

"Who...are you?" Ryou Bakura cosplayer states slowly, backing off to where the phone is.

Brooke instantly sense her mouth turning dry. Her tongue completely immoblized inside her mouth, refusing to move in any shape or form to even communicate with this Bakura-look alike. Is he really Ryou Bakura? Or, or is he just some random guy that happens to like dressing up l-like Bakura… All of this confusion finally takes a toll. The roiling, discomforting churning of her stomach sends warning signs up to her brain.

Heat returns to Brooke's face once again. Oh no, oh no. I think I'm gonna -

She lurches for the nearby trashcan behind the creepily realistic Ryou Bakura, and empties out the contents of her stomach.

Dena smiles knowingly down at the kid, knowing that what he told her was virtually impossible.

"C'mon, don't fool with me kiddo," She says, her hands moving to her hips. "That's impossible. Last time I recall, I was fighting with my sister at our home in Los Angeles, California, ergo, the United States of America." Dena glances around, a smile playing on her lips. "Is this some fool joke? If it is, it's not quite effectual enough to earn a reaction outta me." She glances back at the black, bushy haired kid, with an expectant smile. "Am I right or right?"

He frowns at her. "Well, I don't know about you, but last time I checked, I live in Domino City, Japan."

Dena scoffs. "Please. A city like this doesn't even exist on the maps. You're talking invalid, devoid information."

"Well, you're talking trash!" The kid shoots back, his eyebrows turning down, making an angry, irritated look on his round face. "It's amazing how you don't even know what's Domino City is, the birthplace of Kaiba Corporations!"

She only returns his claim, with a blank, unamused look.

The already irritated look on the little boy's face turns into an expression of contempt and perplexness. It sort of reminded her the type of look that her parents would give her when she doesn't know how to solve a math problem. And she hates that. She's no ignoramus, for sure! "I can't believe it!" He exclaims. "An American, so you claim, says that she doesn't even know what Kaiba Corporations are! You're crazy!" He noticeably emphasized on the word, crazy.

Dena frowns at him. "I'm not crazy, I'm mentally sound, last time I check." She looks around once again, taking in more details of the environment. Looking out of the huge, open windows, she sees a beautiful view of a city, the shiny towering skyscrapers all lined up, the shimmering of a faraway ocean in the distance, and the bright clear blue skies. The room that both she and the boy reside in, looks fairly luxurious of material - a sleek black couch here, a kitchen with a frivolous electrical coffee maker over there, a huge flat screen TV accompanied with a Xbox - a nice room indeed.

However, a weird thing about the whole environment that Dena noticed, is that everything seemed so - vibrant. Like something out of an animated cartoon. The whole setting looks two dimensional, at least to the human eye. From what Dena can tell, she can perfectly touch the armchair near her, or the nearby couch, feeling their texture and dimension. Yet her mind cannot seem to comprehend this optical illusion and idea - all in all, why does everything look so, weird?

The little boy shakes his head. "Aside from small talk, I'm calling the security!" He scrambles away to reach for a phone sitting on a rich looking mahagony table with a huge leather chair grandly towering behind it. The fact that the bushy haired kid is calling for security guards, probably should've bother Dena, but at that moment, what bothers her even more is that the kid has the ability and authority to even call up some security.

"Security? What, are you some billionaire or something?"

The kid stops in his tracks, taking a moment to give Dena a funny look. "Duh. Afterall, I am the little brother of the greatest CEO in the whole entire world!" His eyes immediately light up, his face all animated with a zeal that Dena is yet to see from this weirdo of a kid.

Kinda like me, towards my sister, Brooke. Dena suddenly thought. She couldn't help but feel something tug inside, her chest, when thinking back to the fight they had, before all of this strange of a mess. But that disappears from her mind, when the boy seems to be going to a ramble of a fit right now, probably from another blank, ignorant look she gave him.

"I cannot believe you!" He shouts, waving his arms all about. "I can accept the fact that you're delusional enough to not believe that we're in Japan, but the fact that you don't even know who my brother is and the reputation Kaiba Corps has, completely drives me banannas!"

Dena lets out an easy-going laugh, waving a hand. "Gee kid, gee, calm down. I can learn. As you can tell, I'm not really from around here." She sits down on the couch, seeing a chess board set up on the table. She smiles fondly, picking up a piece, particularly the queen. It looked like it is carved out of black marble itself, from the coolness it gives off in her hand and the heaviness for a chess piece. My favorite. The offensive player, the go-getter, the threatening presence of the board. Dena muses.

"The name's Adena Kemp, if you wanna know," She says aloud, still examining the chess piece. She looks back up to the boy. "But you can call me Dena. I like that better, anyways."

The boy gives Dena a frown, turning into a hesitant look. He walks over to the couch, leaning forward to her. "You should have known this already, but I'm Mokuba Kaiba. The proud brother if Seto Kaiba, the best game player and CEO and business guy and chess player, in the world." His eyes are bright with adoration.

"Greatest chess player, you say?" Dena asks, raising an eyebrow.

Mokuba nods, a beaming smile on his face. "Oh yeah, you got that alright. The grandmaster of Japan, and ten trophies of winning chess tournaments in all."

"Impressive." Dena closes an eye, and leans back in the comfortable, supple leather chair. "But I have eleven." She drops casually, a smile creeping onto her face.

Mokuba pauses, looking at her with intrigue. "What? Are you saying that you're a grandmaster at chest as well?" He scoffs at this. Dena flashes him a challenging glare, feeling her pride at stake.

"In running. I'm in the process of entering this huge tournament back home."

"Yeah? Well I don't believe you!"

Dena leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "That so, Mokuba-kid?" A tricky smile spreads on her face. "If you're the little brother of this oh-so great chess player, then surely you must've inherited his skills."

Mokuba gives Dena a suspicious look. "What are you getting at…?"

"That I'm challenging you to a game of chess. Which I will completely and utterly crush you at."

This must've taken a jab at his huge pride, because his nostrils flare and his little shoulders rise to his neck. "Oh you're so ON!" He jumps on the seat the opposite side, where the white chess pieces are. "I'll beat your ass to the ground!"

Dena frowns at the use of a curse. "Tricky mouth ya got there. But kay kid, you earned my graces of me being your opponent." She says, taking the opposite side of Mokuba. To her satisfaction, she happens to have the black chess pieces. Having the black pieces are part of one of her many strategies she makes up for chess. At least the kid isn't bent on calling some security guards on me anymore. She thought, as she watches Mokuba move a knight forward.

The heat of shame burns all over Brooke's body.

She couldn't believe it. She barfed right in front of the actual Ryou Bakura.

I guess that you can say that falling from I-don't-even-know-where, right on top of the Yu-Gi-Oh character, Ryou Bakura, would not be my ideal way of entering the Yu-Gi-Oh verse, my absolute dream come true. Not to mention, the not-so-fun-traumatizing experience.

Brooke clutches the cup of chamomile tea Ryou graciously gave her, with gratitude. She can feel its heat seeping through the cup, the light scent of honey tickling her nose, and the ghost-like steam rising to her face. It made Brooke feel instantly better, in terms of soothing her stomach, and easily washes away the foul taste that remained in her mouth. Like the nice character I came to know and love, she thought with overwhelming nostalgia. Ryou provided Brooke with the tea, a towel, tums, and an ice packet, despite the fact that she's a complete and utter stranger. He's just that type of person. Nice and kind.

A small smile trembles on Brooke's lips. She can feel the concerned, and questioning eyes of Ryou Bakura looking carefully at her. "Are you alright, now?" His soft yet firm voice asks. Brooke immediately notes that he doesn't have the horrid British accent, that his English dub counterpart had. (Personally, she thought that giving Bakura a British accent in the dub, made him look pretty stupid. There was plenty of other ways to show his polite personality, instead of stereotyping him.) Instead, it was almost like Brooke imagined it when she read the manga - a soft spoken, polite, and reserved tone of a voice, for Ryou.

"Y-yes." She answers, Her eyes diverting from his, in impulse. She hates the feeling of looking at people's eyes. Always judging, looking, studying you - not to mention that she can't get over the fact that she's somehow actually talking to a Yu-Gi-Oh character. In the flesh.

"Okay." He gives Brooke a reassuring smile. "I won't hurt you, or anything. My name is Ryou Bakura." Reactively, another smile tugs at Brooke's lips. Not like I already knew. She thought, giddy, the nerve racking pounding of her heart residing. "Please, call me Bakura, if you can." Brooke nods, knowing the respectful customs of the Japanese culture. He fixes the position of his legs, leaning forward. "May I ask, what's your name?"

The pounding of Brooke's heartbeat, returns, when Ryou asks for this. I hate my name. She thought, looking back to her cup of my tea. To get it over with and for the sake of politeness, she quickly mumbled her name, in slight shame.

Ryou flashes her another kind, reassuring smile. "Forgive me, but may you speak up?"

Brooke doesn't look back at him, letting her thick bangs cover her eyes. I'm so glad that I never cut them. "Brooke Kemp," She says, speaking up. She can bet ten dollars that her nose is shaded in an absolute shade of red - it tends to that, when she feels ashamed, embarrassed, or things like that, rather blushing at the cheeks. Brooke finds this pretty weird, given the fact since she gets embarrassed all the time, she would blush at the cheeks like a normal person. "But please," She adds giving a small bow to Ryou. "Call me by my first name, Brooke."

"I see If you don't mind me asking, Brooke, may you tell me as to where you came from?"

She takes a sip of tea, setting it back on the table. Peering down, she can see the remnants of tea leaves swirling at the bottom of the cup, mixing with the golden color of the beverage. Brooke clasps both of her hands on her chest. They are both grasping for her necklace, to chew on the familiar, comforting metal chain - but then, Brooke realizes, she ripped it off from her fight with…

Realization dawns upon her, and tears welt up in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Ryou's voice calls her back.

Brooke slowly glances up, trying to manage a smile. "Ah - y-y-yes." She sputters, recollecting herself. "Truth be told...I have no idea to the terms as to how I got here. I don't remember anything - that is from the moment before the...disagreement I had with my sister."

Ryou cocks his head. "You mean you have amnesia?" He asks, with concern.

She quickly shakes her head. "No, no. I perfectly remember my childhood and everything," Like how I always read Yu-Gi-Oh manga all alone in the house when my parents had to work and go to my siblings' spelling bees or huge math competitions. And how they always ignored me. Or how I always looked up to your character as a I kid because you're always alone, just like me. Though she didn't dare say anything of those sort out loud. "It's just, the last thing I remember is talking to my sister…"

"Do you know where your sister is?"

"No, I don't." She whispers. "I'm far away from home." Excitement rises within her, almost casting aside the impending sadness and anxiety building up, when remembering that she's in the real deal Domino City, Japan. "Very far away from home."

"Really?" Ryou cocks his head the other direction, some of his pure white hair falling across his face. "How far away are you talking about?"

"I come from the city Los Angeles. In short, America." She answers truthfully. She wondered if she should tell Ryou the matters that not only that she comes from America, but another dimension.

Ryou's eyes widen. "An American in my apartment?" He laughs, running a hand through his spiky white hair. "That sure is something. But that doesn't really explain as to how you ended up landing on top of me in my apartment." He frowns, looking up at the ceiling. "There aren't any holes or ventilation shafts or anything from above…" He says, thinking aloud.

I probably should offer him my best explanation. Even though I have no idea as to what is happening right now, or how I even got here.

"Ryou...do you believe in...magic?" Is that what I can come up with? Magic? Bringing me here? Then again, no other plausible explanation, is there…?

He pauses. "In one form or another, I believe so. Why?"

"Uhm…" Brooke trails off, wondering how to put it. A side of her was screaming, No don't, you'll seem crazy! He won't like you! He's your favorite character! Brooke shushes it away, but doesn't look Ryou straight at the eye, afraid to see his reaction. "What if I say that I come from an alternate dimension...from your world…?"

A pause of silence.

Oh that's it, I really, really, really messed up now. He'll probably kick me out or something, call the cops on me or… A worse possibility creeps into her thoughts. Laugh at me, and call me crazy…. Brooke squeezes her eyes shut, as if waiting for a death sentence.

"So a parallel world of sorts, we can call it?"

She jumps, startled at his voice. "Y-you're actually considering the possibility?"

Ryou shrugs. "As to now, I can't think of a logical explanation as to how you ended up from Los Angeles, California, to Domino City, Japan, right smack in my apartment." He brushes his long bangs from his face, revealing more of his warm, friendly brown eyes. "So yeah, I can consider it. For now, I can guess."

"Thank you." Brooke breathes out, all tension released.

He looks at Brooke funny, but with a smile. "You're welcome. Tell me, Brooke," Brooke represses the urge to giggle out loud, when hearing Ryou Bakura's actual voice pronouncing her name. "I'm guessing that given you come from a parallel universe, you don't have a home in Domino City, do you?"

The relieved smile from Brooke's face immediately disappears, when she realizes this fact. This wasn't a typical fangirl fantasy dream where everything is happy go lucky - Brooke is in the actual situation. All she had was the clothes on her back and a purse that she always carries around with her. But a fat load good that will do - though Domino City is a fictional place, that doesn't mean that real world necessities don't apply there. I don't even a place to stay, money, a passport… Your family, A voice echoes in the back of her mind. Brooke blinks, the tears escaping.

I have nothing.

Ryou quickly hands her some napkins, which she gladly takes and furiously mops her face with. God, I must look so babyish, so weak for barfing and crying in front of him - I'm that pathetic, aren't I? He reaches across the table, and takes hold of her right hand. Brooke flinches, her nose a bright red now. She instantly recoils, which she instantly regrets, fearing that she might've hurt Ryou's feelings.

If she ever did offend him, Ryou doesn't show it, only he casting another funny look. "Well, Brooke, if you're comfortable enough, you can live here with me. I mean, until you can raise money for yourself and buy an apartment, or figure something out," He cracks a smile. Brooke glances to her knees unsure. Although she knew Ryou's character like the back of her hand, the idea of staying with a boy, in an apartment, with no adult supervision…She felt once again, guilty, for probably acting a little bratty, given that her options are narrow at the moment.

Ryou must've sensed and realized this, his cheeks turning a violent red. A laugh escapes Brooke, seeing how apparent the red is on Ryou's pale skin. "I s-swear," He stutters, ruffling his hair and glancing away with a sheepish smile. "I'm not a pervert or anything, I swear, I won't touch a hair on your head."

Brooke laughs a little more, the tension releasing from her shoulders. "Ahaha...no, no it's no problem. I trust you." She smiles sincerely, nodding. "I know you're not like that." She covers her mouth, realizing she slipped. But Ryou doesn't seem to notice, still looking away and blushing slightly. "T-Thank you...this is an endless gratitude for me."

"No problem!" Ryou looks back to Brooke, his cheeks still a bit pink. "I just moved into this new apartment today, and I found out it was two bedroom. I was wondering what to do with this extra space, before you came crashing in." He chuckles. "Guess you were my answer. Now I can put the bedroom to good use."

"Thank you…"

A/N: Well folks, that's Chapter One for ya! What do you think of the rewrite of the rewrite! I'm enjoying this so far! See you in next chapter!

A/N: (Edit) I decided to write A Manga to Reality in third person omniscent - it's so troubling to write in multiple 1st POVs, not to mention, it'll probably be confusing to you readers. That's all~!