# Prologue

Author's Note: ~Hello! I hope you enjoy my story, thank you for your time! The first chapter or so will be a little lackluster in action, but I promise there will be plenty of that to come. Note that the only asset to this story I take ownership of is the plot, thank you.

[Contains crossover with Metal Fight Beyblade Series, but you don't have to watch the show/read the manga in order to understand this series]

Meticulous Disclaimer: All Yu-Gi-Oh! character profiles belong to the original artist Kazuki Takahashi and anime adaptions curtesy of Konami. My work is non-profit and merely hobby-based for entertainment (hopefully). In addition, all Beyblade Metal Fight Saga メタルファイトベイブレードcharacter profiles belong to the original artist Takafumi Adachi and anime adaptions curtesy of Tatsunoko/SynergySP. And as before, My work is non-profit and merely hobby-based for entertainment (hopefully).

Full Plot Summary: The fifteen year old teenager Yugi had a life that was caught in disgusting redundancy. Living with the remaining inheritance of his dead parents' money in Tokyo, he tries to piece back his crushed psyche by way of community service. He starts a job where the daily chores include 1: Going to sketchy areas all around Tokyo. 2: Throwing himself into a self proclaimed religious group that may or may not be sacrificing certain things illegally. 3: And then going back to his less than nice apartment not a penny richer. But somewhere in the middle of this joke, Yugi stumbles across The Orichalcos Group of light; A small cult following surrounded around the religion of an ancient sunken city that doesn't even exist, and continuing to praise a single nutcase as their messiah. His name is Dartz. And something about this strange man continues to suck Yugi ever deeper into the depths of an entirely new life as a member of this group. But behind the gleaming curtain of perfection, Yugi knows something dark lurks beneath.

'No! Father!'

His figure jolted up, a strangled gasp leaving his lips. He groaned, digging his nails into his skin. Anything to make the memories stop from darting up behind his eyes. It seemed like he couldn't close them without seeing those horrible images. His dreams aren't dreams.. They're memories that will never leave him alone, even after seven years.

He was doing better for a little while.. Why is it getting worse? - A question he asked himself most bitterly before numbly, he slid out of bed, his hands still quivering and his heart still pounding in his chest.

'It's no use trying to sleep.' He glanced at the clock. '3:30'. He'd have to get up soon anyway.

As he walked down the stairs of the small apartment, his eyes were caught in the red light blinking in the dimly light living room. 'Ah, I must've forgotten to check the messages..' He sighed wearily, knowing who it had to be, and picked up the phone to listen.

'Yugi, I have no idea where you are, but you're going to this.. Uh... Yeah, this place outside of Tokyo. It's some sort of church but not Christian or anything. Some mermaid people or something. I don't fuckin' know, but just register em'. Well.. If they pass the test that is. I doubt they will. So grab a clipboard, they're expecting a rep tomorrow morning. At least attempt to get your ass there by 6:00.'

He grimaced and set the phone down, letting a tired breath out of his lungs, massaging his temples. 'For someone who manages a volunteer agency, he sure isn't very kind-tongued.' He snorted to himself as he shuffled into the kitchen to make some early-morning tea.

It wouldn't be long until he'd have to go wandering around somewhere to find some cultish group of people. By the sound of it, a strange one at that. But if they have land in Tokyo, they must have some money to sustain some acceptable conditions. Hopefully.