A/N: Well… I don't really have anything to say for myself… I know I should be updating the other FF I have, but this idea came out of nowhere and I just had to type it. So, here's the prologue… That's all I have to say right now. Enjoy.

Answers from the Past

Prologue

Two long, hard years had passed since everyone had left Duel Academy in their past. Life was pleasant for most of them and as they walked towards their bright futures and everything seamed to be in place.

Alexis was building the foundations of her life as a teacher, studying hard abroad thanks to the arrangements her old school had made for her. She was one of the top students and was proud to say that everything was going from good to better.

Chazz had become a pro in no time, starting to aim for the top. He was one of the most popular duelists and played amazing games with his Ojamas got the audience either on their feet cheering him up, or under the chairs laughing their asses off.

Syrus and Zane, who had successfully recovered, had started preparations for the new Pro League they were aiming for. But reaching that shared dream was by no means an easy thing and as both of them talked and negotiated with companies and pro duelists, they were slowly working everything out.

No one had even heard of Jaden for years. After his disappearance in the end of his life in Duel Academy, the chocolate haired boy had been completely missing for the world and only rumors could be heard from time to time that someone had spotted him at one place or another.

But as the future shined with bright lights above ones, it showed its darker side to others – after all not the entire world was fun and games.

On the high floors of a big building, Jesse sat on the couch in his home with his face in his hands, elbows rested on his knees.

"How did this happen?"

Despite of the weakly voiced question, the blue haired boy knew perfectly well what had happened. It had all begun with a single duel from half a year ago when his world crashed…

"This is it, duel fans; this is the end of it all! There's nothing else he can do!" The loud voice of the commentator echoed trough the big stadium, silencing the roar of the crowd. "With no cards left on his field, this seams to be the downfall of Jesse Anderson! And what a spectacular match it was! The Chameleon did it again!"

Down on the arena in the middle of the vast stadium the blue-eyed boy was hardly standing, facing before a giant insect-like monster, clutching the three cards left in his slightly shaking hand.

'No! There has to be something… Anything!' the thoughts rushed trough his mind as he desperately looked for a way to escape from the horrifying defeat.

He stared at the cards, seeing how useless they were in the current situation and then turned towards his opponent. The man before him stood tall and certain in himself with his Life Points untouched at 4000, announcing his attack.

The Chameleon – a nickname he had gotten because of his deck – or decks, more like it. He composed a new one for every duel, for every different opponent, finding the best strategies for every one of them. He had never lost a game, and this time wasn't any different.

As his monster attacked and Jesse's Life points dropped to 0 a big grin appeared on his lips and the audience went hyper. There it was: the fall of another duelist before their eyes. There was a section of the crowd that started welling and whistling in protest, but most of the spectaculars were fans of The Chameleon and their happiness managed to crush the weak protests.

Feeling himself hitting the floor with his knees, the blue haired boy stared at the cards in his hand with wide eyes. He hadn't been able to do anything during the entire time.

'We couldn't do anything… Why? Why didn't you help me? Did you give up on me? Why?'

Shaking with unshed tears he dropped the glossy pieces of paper fall to the ground and as he stared at them, they turned blank before his very eyes.

That had been Jesse's first loss as a pro. And the last one, actually, since he could no longer play. Why you ask? All and every card in his deck was flashing in that blinding white that was starting to drive him crazy. Not even his Crystal Beasts stayed with him - both cards and spirits seamed to have given up on him and left him with nothing but memories he couldn't really recall.

And as if that hadn't been enough, just a couple of weeks after his downfall his mother – the only family he had left - had called with the worst news imaginable.

She had been seriously ill and the doctors said there was only one cure – a medicine that cost a fortune. Jesse was her only hope of living and, of course, the boy could never leave her on her death bed.

He had given whatever money he had left after his career crumbled to the ground, having to even sell a lot of things to raise them to the needed amount.

But after he got the medicine and his mother was treated for a while, the doctors said it had been too late.

A month later she died, leaving Jesse broke and alone.

He knew he had friends that would be more than glad to help him, but somehow he lacked the will to call them and ask for assistance. They had their own futures, their own problems to worry about. Why should he force his on them, too?

He was falling down fast and with the most important parts of his life missing, it wasn't a surprise.

'How did I let this happen?' His thoughts raced in his head in never ending circles and it always came down to one thing. 'The Gem Beasts gave up on me, didn't they? That's why I can't see them anymore, that's why I lost, that's why-'

Those disturbing thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his phone ringing, the sound echoing in the small apartment. Without as much as looking at it, the boy brought it up to his ear and pressed the 'answer' button.

"Mr. Anderson, the new roomers are here, I'd appreciate it if you left the apartment in less than an hour. It would be great if you'd leave every-"

The rest of the rant fell on deaf ears as the phone slipped from his grip and hit the floor of the apartment that was no longer his with a dull sound, followed by a few hot drops of water that had slipped trough his fingers.

Alone, broke and homeless Jesse Anderson had hit rock bottom and no longer had the strength to get up.