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Fancy Summary

Floating in the darkness transcending space and time was a young teen like no other. This child has traveled through worlds untouched—in a sense—by human hands when it was they who created them.

Each world has a fixed timeline, but it is through this person's knowledge of those timelines that it is possible to alter the events with mere presence alone.

But that was not the aim.

The goal was to create the ideal timeline for everyone who fights on the side of good and provide the miracles when all hope is seemingly lost.

All this person wanted was a happy ending for those who deserve it and a chance for those who can change for the better.

But the passage to these worlds is not without price or consequence. Something of equal value to the teen must be paid in exchange to maintain the balance of the universe. Each world has its own set of rules and the price varies each time.

Failure to follow these guidelines can result in ultimate catastrophe equal to that of Armageddon.

The time had come for another journey to ensue, but this time was not to be as it seems.

In this forgotten void, I had made a second home, or rather a pit stop between homes. My first home was on earth, being born and bred just like any other human being if I could call myself that. My second home was not just the one. It was a vast network of foster homes, places where it is not the child that arrives to be taken care of, but homes that need to be saved by the child.

And I was on my way to the next one.

The mysterious voice, who the child had come to know since the beginning of this quest as the one who bore No Name or Face, speaks.

...Two personal values must be offered if you wish to travel to the next destination...

...However, because this world, in particular, is a special case, the agreement is temporary and you may regain what you have given up in due time...

...Do you accept?...

I thought this to be strange because before the toll was to pay one attribute about myself as collateral like my agility or to change my gender. I even had one of my limbs removed once, and that wasn't pleasant in the least.

And just so to add, I didn't pick'em myself. That last one had me thinking he was being a sadistic bastard for a long time before I could work again

And now, not only did I have to pay twice as much, it was possible to gain it back during my journey? You have no idea how much a pain it is to have that missing piece of yourself when it could get you out of the stickiest spots. Improvise on the fly was annoying to master in the beginning and almost cost me my life more than a few times. Sure I'd have to fork over another slice of physicality that makes me, me, to make the deal work, but hey, who knows, maybe I'll just lose a few inches of height or forget how to tie my shoes. I was sure my main shadowy friend here wouldn't make it too heavy a second price.

And it's not like this world will be as dangerous as the others - that I had foolishly dove headfirst into without contemplating the possible downfalls my unknown companion had bestowed upon my head. (What was I thinking? I still don't know up to this day)

So really, how could I refuse?

"I accept." The shadows shifted at the final decision.

...Very well...but be forewarned...

...For the dangers are much greater, and the people closely connected to the Egyptian gods of this world will be much more knowledgeable than those you have encountered in the past...

I alarmed at this. "Wait, what? What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, but I knew it was no use. He or she or it (the voice was actually a collection of multiple individuals from a boy to an elderly woman) always spoke in riddles and never, not once, has given me a straight answer, or any of all as I expected this one to be.

...Take great care...

I scoff humourlessly. 'Yup, same as usual. And haven't I always?' I saluted to the disembodied vocal entity of this gateway dimension and prepped myself for launch.

Other than that weird warning, this process was a routine I've long gotten used to. But every time I would reminisce all that I had experienced since I set off on this adventure-packed gig.

It's fun, remembering, you should try it some time.

But ever since I was very young I knew I was no ordinary kid. Now typically every parent or teacher would say to a child that everyone is unique. And I completely agree with that statement, it is the universal truth. Not one face, body, or mind are the same as any other, not even twins. Everyone's got a talent to a degree that someone else can try for years and still not get it as easily as the other person. All humans share this.

Except for me.

My uniqueness belonged to a different category altogether and became more apparent to me as I grew older. Seriously, you have no idea how hard it was trying NOT to be a problem child while pretending to be normal.

Objects would move however I please without me having to touch them. Animals can talk to me via thoughts and vice-versa. Even the elements bend to my will with gentle persuasion. And that's only a fraction of what I was capable of.

Even at a young age, I wasn't ignorant to know this wasn't something to be shared about freely. So, of course, I hid away my dark secret and kept it to myself; no child likes to be seen as a freak (Otherwise I'd have to break a few bones).

Eventually, I became the solo outcast, the black sheep of the class, the loner of civilization known as school. What few friends I did make I kept at a distance.

Needless to say, it was a lonely existence.

So I found solace in books, movies, and anime. Mostly anime though. Each story was like home to me, and every time I saw something that made me want to shout and tear my hair out or ball buckets of salty waterfalls, I wished I was in there so I could change it.

There were times I even wished I could live in those worlds.

And that's what led to the biggest change of my life to happen. It's pretty cliche really, but hey, with is the world without them?

So imagine this, it was a dark night with stars so beautiful you can't help but stare as if hypnotized. A shooting star catches your eye, and you clasp your hands together to make your wish. You wish so hard, your nails dig into your skin until they bled and your eyeballs strain in their sockets. You want it more than anything possible in the entire world, nay, the universe, and would do anything to get there.

And I mean anything.

But when you open them, you're not in your bedroom looking out your window, but an endless void where you could only see as far as your hands in front of you and nothing else. No one answers when you call, and you get scared. So scared you imagine yourself in the Fairy Tail guild with Natsu and the others to escape it.

Do you wish to go to Fairy Tail?

That was how I met the voice, a lonely disembodied entity holding residence in this gateway dimension.

It said there was a reason I came here. There must have been, so I asked if it knew what that reason was among other questions. It didn't answer the whos, whats, when, or where, but it did tell me why I was here. All those stories you've read and shows you've seen are real, but they reside in different dimensions making it impossible to travel there. What's more, is that the versions we see at home are slightly different. All those miracles and 'coincidences' and 'What the-?' moments that happen, don't actually happen.

Take Fairy Tail for instance: all those times the gang has been close to becoming Death's new neighbors when there was nothing left going for them, yet somehow they avoided his door.

Logically it shouldn't be possible (magic or otherwise), and yet it happens...but only in our world.

With each unbelievable, original story that gets created and known by millions, a new world is born, created by the massive multitude of human thoughts to mold and weave the threads of collective consciousness into existence. But it has the concept of our reality that drastically alters their timeline from how we see it from the page or T.V. screen. Suffice to say, each world was in trouble.

This is where I come in.

With my powers and abilities, I can make the impossible possible and give people the miracles they need to move forward down the right path. The tricky part of this process is how my role affects the world. I could try to stay on the sidelines as I work my magic, but it doesn't always apply. There are so many interactions that need to take place, and I can't exactly do it as a voice in people's heads every time. So I do what I can not to get too involved with people's lives but make the necessary nudges to get things moving.

I am merely someone they know they can trust to keep a secret or someone to talk to when questioning one's self. I might even be the odd person in the crowd that plants that one idea into a specific person's head, be it pro- or antagonist, to get the ball rolling, creating the fall of the first domino that will ultimately cascade into an ever-growing tidal wave depending on the weather of the story.

I am a vessel guided by the hand of righteousness that travels the rocky journey in the pursuit of happiness for all others.

Bit corny, I know, but that's about the gist of what I do.

Now, I may know a lot of shows that are well beyond impossible for any normal human to form a dent in making the right changes, but even I have limited knowledge. And can you really expect me to stay living in the darkness between worlds?

Nuh uh. No way buddy.

But you see, the beauty of traveling in between worlds is that time doesn't move in my world. I can be gone in the world of Naruto to train from a Genin to fighting in the Kage War and still be back in one millisecond.

As a consequence, I don't age during my visits. That is both a gift and a curse.

That means, no matter how long I stay in a world, I will always remain a shorter-than-average, 17-year-old teen, at least until I decide to take the time back in my world to read or watch a new story. (I'm not a library that knows them all) And let's just say I've had more than one encounter with the military, secret agencies, and/or psychotic scientists about the strange anomaly during my extended stays.

However, there is more than one upside and downside to each world I complete.

I have to admit, try as I might, (friendly) relationships are inevitable. And once they know who you are and know that one day you will have to leave, it may break more hearts that were already there before you arrived on their world for the first time. I was sad to leave the first time and I didn't want them to be sad about my departure, but I had no choice but to go. There were other worlds that needed me.

So I came up with a solution.

Like Doctor Who did for Rose, I left a leave a piece of myself: a clone - with the necessary knowledge to live in that world and nothing more - to grow up with the people I would eventually leave behind, one that can fit in and live a normal life. Or as normal as each world dictates.

In our world, every fan dreams and writes of their own epilogues after each story is over, but it is my character that will live to see the real one, that is, as different as the original before my arrival anyway.

However, as fortunate as the people I've come to connect with are, and the clone that never has to leave them is, I, the original, am not so lucky. As much as I take victory in saving another world (how glorious it feels and the wonders it does for my ego, believe me), it's not all happy endings for me. That is because when I leave that world...

I can never come back to it.

I've tried once. Really I did. I wanted to check in to see how much time had passed or just to drop in to see some old faces. But I couldn't.

I was frantic more than anything else, thinking something had gone terribly wrong and was no longer capable of world jumping anymore. Then it was explained to me, and what I was told broke my heart.

There was no way for me to go back because there was nothing else that world needed me for.

Whatever happens from then on would be left to my doppelganger, and I would never know.

Sad as it is, it was a good thing I thought to leave one behind in the first place before this heart-wrenching truth came to me.

That's the fate I had inevitably chosen. One's true happiness comes at the cost of another life's sorrow. That's what I believe. I'm not bitter about it (sad yeah but not bitter). To be honest, I prefer it. From the way I see it, the world is all about balance. If the only way for someone to keep their happiness is by sacrificing my own, then I can live with that. It's the same as letting go of someone you love if he or she loves another; You just want that person to be happy.

That's what it's all about right? Selflessness? It's never about you, but about them.

That's what I do.

And now it was Yuugi's turn to be protected.

'See you on the other side.'

Everything engulfed in light and my body hummed as the deal was struck. My throat constricts like a boa and my mind burns as some of my memories sealed themselves away. The exchange has been made and the gateway—a large Egyptian tablet inscribed with hieroglyphics, and in the center, the Eye of Horus—has opened and ethereal light beckoned me to come forward. As I entered the ancient doorway, my vision faded to black.

Now let me tell you something I never liked about my job.

You see, the transition between worlds is always dizzying and disorientating like the opening of Digimon but with a ton of bright lights robbing me blind to my surroundings. It never got any easier and frankly, I wish it would be smoother so I wouldn't have to feel like losing my lunch on a roller coaster ride every time. But when it finally winds down, my body goes numb as it reforms to adapt to the new environment (every show is different even if it is still anime). My knowledge of all there is to come is subdued heavily but not completely repressed. There would be no point in my being there unless I had some faint idea of the events that would follow.

The contract was sealed and thus my new life had begun. And whatever obstacles I will face, I shall take them all head on.

Bright sunlight streamed through the blinds and hit my closed eyes. My eyes twitched before slowly opening. Everything was blurry at first but my sight adjusted in seconds and I sat up on my forearm, one hand rubbing my tired and strangely heavy eyes.

'Huh? Where... am I?'

For a second, I didn't know what to think. My mind was fuddled in the mud, slow to move and hard to see the clear picture. I could do nothing but stare blankly at my small hand listlessly for a long time until my mind slowly cleared the sleepy fog. I yawn long and hard, stretching my sluggish limbs to wake them up along with the rest of me.

'Huh, weird. Did I not get enough sleep last night?' I had just moved to Domino City not long ago, earning a scholarship to fund my stay abroad and study in one of my favorite countries. Aaaand I think today was officially my first day of-

'...Shoot!' I shot a harried look to my bedside clock. 'I'm going to be late!'

I jumped out of bed in one swipe, leaving the bed sheets laying on the floor and booked for the restroom. There was no time for a shower so I made do with brushing my teeth and a quick wipe down with a face towel and snatched a quick bite of toast before I made for the front door at Mach speed.

Without a word of goodbye, I closed the door of the empty apartment and was down the three flights of stairs and out of the building complex before you could say 'It's time to duel!' (I honestly don't know where that came from.)

Like a robot on autopilot, my feet carried me down several streets as if I knew them all like the back of my hand. You could almost say it's like I've lived here my whole life. But deep down I knew who I was even if the memory was no longer privy or safe to know. By the end of the day, it will be forgotten.

I've experienced enough to be sure not to make the same mistake of keeping every scrap of important information of the worlds I journeyed to in the past.

I entered Domino high school just as the bell rang, had a little 'chat' with the principal, met my red-headed teacher (who wore an obscene amount of makeup that can't be healthy for the skin) with said principal as he spoke to her, and waited as instructed to be introduced. I walked in when called and stood tall and innocent in front of the curious class as she said, "Everyone, we have a new student who will be joining us today. Go on then, tell them about yourself." she gestured me to speak in a sickeningly sweet tone and I ached to glare at her because I knew she was doing this on purpose. Instead, I shifted uncomfortably, not saying a word. "Well?"

"Maybe he's from Osaka and is too embarrassed to speak. They do sound weird if ya ask me." A blonde boy joked aloud, bringing a few laughs from his friends.

(A/N: Like you're one to talk Danny Zuko.)

My brow twitched and I had to convince myself not to throw the closest thing in range at him, which was a stapler. As much as I wanted to thrash the kid, I held myself back and directed my glare at a piece of lint on the floor until it burst into flames (in my head at least, though I think I saw a thin line of smoke). In the back of my mind, though, there was a sense of familiarity about him.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot." she pipes up like it was a simple mistake when really she was just told about an important detail about myself a minute ago. Is this teacher for real? "And no, he's not from Osaka." Chouno-sensei corrected him.

One student near the back door stood rather abruptly with his hand held high. "Sensei, is he a foreigner?" A few others whispered their curiosities to their neighbors as they wondered the same thing. I may be Asian but I was clearly not Japanese thanks to my tan complexion and brown catlike eyes.

Not taking offense of his sudden outbursts, the teacher replies, "Yes, he comes from America." I could hear her biting down very very tightly and I already didn't see her becoming one of my favorite teachers in the months to come.

She had a sickeningly sweet smile that rubbed me the wrong way and I had a distinct feeling she wasn't as kind as the principal made her out to be. More like she was the kind who would kick a dog if no one was looking, the metaphorical dog being myself.

"Does he speak any Japanese?" Another puts in.

Chouno-sensei cradled her cheek in a 'concerned' manner with suggestive pouty lips to match. "I would assume he understands since he's attending at all. But I suppose it wouldn't matter trying to ask him." she waves offhandedly.

Another girl raises her hand but does not stand. "Why is that sensei?" she queries as everyone watches me like some exotic animal they've never seen before in their life.

Does anyone find it funny that everyone is acting as if I couldn't speak for myself? Because...

Chouno-sensei eyes me with an unreadable look as I acted as if nothing was wrong. "Because he can't speak at all. Carter's a mute."

...I really can't.

A/N

How's that for ya!

Guess the price turned to be higher than Carter expected. But! If the first price was his voice, then what is the second? Oooh...

On another note

There was always that missing element when I watched every episode of season zero so I thought I'd flesh out my own variation to all those unanswered questions many fans have asked while adding my own twist by inserting my one and only OC. Hopefully, it won't stray too far from the actual story. (I'm still working it out, but I do have a general idea how I want it to sound.) As for the English names, I'll just hint that it does hold some significance in the future so if it does bother you, please bear with me. I'm still figuring out which episodes to keep and which ones to leave out, then there are the manga chapters. There is a couple I plan to include (if I can integrate them properly that is) to help with the development but the rest are still in question.

And for those of you who have read my other stories, Hero/ine of Auora (now officially renamed as Midnight Auora: A New Chapter to Two Worlds) and Deja vu, the former is stuck in hiatus until I can pan out the story a little more before putting it up. I'm not abandoning it; I'm just a bit lazy and soul-searching at the same time for the right words and the flow. The second has been sitting on the back burner for ages and I haven't got a good outline for that story so I think it's kind of a bust. But who knows, maybe I'll literally be struck by lightning from across the dimensions by Sesshoumaru's Dragon Strike and come up with a proper plot (and live to tell about it).

This story will also be prone to occasional fix-ups from time to time. You may notice the differences, you may not, it really all depends. So I hope to get the second episode up as soon as possible, the latest being the start of summer break (which is around May for me). No promises! ;P

R&R PLEASE!