Explanation: This is a challenge that both my sister and I have taken up- to write a story, a little bit every day, each section based on a word.

These words aren't chosen in advance. So it's like a choose your own adventure- hence the name (which my little bro came up with and insists he be credited with)- except that you don't choose the next step. And neither do I. It's all up to fate and a dictionary. Which is why it's forced, not chosen.

I'm writing the Yu-Gi-Oh edition, and if you're interested my sister has decided to do a Star Trek version of the same name. We'll be using the same words too, so it'll be interesting to see what differences we come up with. The title of each chapter is the word the chapter is based on.

Volant- Capable of flight.

AN: Okay… so someone gets wings right off. I can work with this. Obviously, it'll be an AU.

Yugi and Joey had been friends for quite a long time. At least, by Joey's standards- which essentially meant more than a year.

In that time, Yugi had learned a lot about his blond friend. He knew that Joey was loyal, despite his previous affiliations with some unsavory people, and that despite having been his bully at one point the blond would gladly put his life on the line to protect Yugi now.

He knew that everyone else in Joey's gang had been Wights- that wasn't uncommon in the world they lived in. Wights weren't one specific type of creature, for lack of a better word, but simply a class in which everything that wasn't human was shoved. Wights weren't uncommon, but they certainly were less common than humans- current estimation was that there were four humans for every Wight, although those numbers couldn't really be counted on.

Wights stuck together, and many of the nastier ones formed gangs such as the one Joey had been a part of while others formed less malignant, but no less exclusive, groups. However, those were only the open ones. There were plenty who tried to hide their peculiarities.

While Wights and humans were, in the eyes of the law, technically equal, there were certain… precautions. These precautions were often used to justify mistreatment of Wights, but were supposed to be to keep normal humans safe, because most, if not all, Wights were superior and more deadly in some physical way. Some had claws, some could breathe underwater, some had superior strength and reflexes.

Some could fly.

It really wasn't a surprise when, in Yami and Kaiba's latest spat, everyone had somehow ended up on the most thematically appropriate place- on top of the tallest building in Domino.

No one was entirely sure how everything happened. Of course Yami and Kaiba had been dueling, Yugi watching from the back of his own mind but not interfering, while Joey was baited by every word Kaiba sneered out (only not flat-out attacking the other boy because Tristan was holding him back) and the others watched in a more dignified manner.

One moment they were yelling back and forth, having moved past their usual condescending rivalry into a more overt expression of their feelings, and Yami had been standing daringly close to the edge of the platform. No one had really noticed, and neither Yami nor Yugi were clumsy so they didn't worry if they did.

But then, suddenly, Yami was no longer in control. He was forced back and Yugi found himself in the forefront- he tried to get his bearings, but that was rather hard given that everyone was suddenly yelling.

Also because he seemed to be falling. Which was, really, why everyone was yelling in the first place.

"YUGI!" Shouted out several voices atop the roof, watching the disoriented boy simply stumble off the edge. Kaiba was not one of those who had yelled, but he did look almost surprised, which was the most emotion any of them had seen on him thus far discluding rage. Anzu gasped and rushed forward, despite knowing there was nothing she could do. Tristan, knowing that Joey wouldn't attack Kaiba at a time like this and also being too shocked to hold his friend back, loosened his grip.

Joey sprinted to the edge but, unlike the others, didn't stop. He threw off his jacket on the way, ignoring all yelled questions as to what he thought he was doing, and dove off- Tristan only just missed grabbing him, and nearly fell off himself in the attempt.

"Joey, stop!"

"What are you doing?" Several yells followed him as he fell, but he paid no mind. Offhandedly he noted that Kaiba had still not uttered a sound, despite what must look like a suicide attempt to the others on his part, but that really wasn't important right now. What was important was getting to Yugi before he hit the ground.

There hadn't been time to remove his shirt before he jumped, but that wouldn't be a problem. His jacket was much sturdier in material, and so would have made more problems, but while the shirt was thicker than most it gave almost no resistance as it tore nearly in half.

Beneath, as the material was pushed away, a pair of pure white wings unfurled.

Yugi supposed, looking back, that it had actually been pretty obvious. And, as he was falling the several stories and watching Joey leap after him, it seemed time had slowed to a crawl so he had plenty of time to reflect on it.

Simply the fact he'd been in a Wight gang really should have been enough to out him, but no one had even suspected it. Everyone had simply waved off the connection- Joey had grown up in a bad part of town, one that many Wights lived in, and people assumed he'd just fallen in with the wrong crowd. Sure he was an impressive fighter and all, but while more skilled than most he was definitely within human capabilities, and he worked to get there too.

It wasn't an impossible assumption, but Yugi had met Hirutani and now that he thought about it there was no way he would let a mere human into his ring of Wights.

Then was after the gang- after starting school with Yugi and the others. Joey had picked on many people, but in the end he was trying (poorly and in a totally wrong manner) to get the weakest of the school to stand up for themselves. Most of his targets had been Wights. People had assumed he was bigoted, or that he wanted to prove just how tough he was, and yet he had never allied himself with those who did think less of Wights and that had never made much sense to Yugi- but now it did. Joey had been, in his own ineffectual way, trying to prepare more of his own kind to stand up to those who would hate them because of their heritage.

Then after, when he became friends with Yugi, a Wight himself, Joey had become protective not only of Yugi but the other Wights in the school, most of which were Yugi's friends. Again, it could have been waved off- Wights always stuck together, everyone knows that, so anyone that was friends with one would obviously make friends with more. But Joey himself being a Wight- that made much more sense.

Yugi could almost hear Yami yelling at him from the back of his mind as he thought such frivolous things while falling to his death, but he couldn't quite make out any words.

He wasn't sure it that was for some sinister reason, or just because he was very distracted.

He wasn't distracted by falling. No, quite the contrary, he'd almost forgotten he was even still in danger even while he watched Joey race towards him. It was Joey. Because while the blond being a Wight wasn't quite a shock, what type he was was certainly unexpected.

"YUUG!" Joey shouted, reaching a hand out. This was cutting it close. Way too close for comfort. They were both falling at terminal speeds by now, and he only had three stories left to slow them down. And Joey, while not being a novice at flying by any means, had not done it beyond a simple strength exercise for almost a year. He was out of practice, and they were almost out of time.

And those people up there on the roof were still screaming and now other people were too as they looked out their windows and saw the two boys plummeting to the ground, and man Joey thought that was super distracting, but it's not like he could do anything about it at the moment, so he simply beat his wings and forced himself towards Yugi and, coincidentally, the ground a little bit faster.

The smaller boy was nearly in his grasp...

AN: So, I did have more I was going to write for this part, but I decided to stop at a dramatic moment and let the next word lead the way. What do you guys think so far? Not just about the story, but the whole way I'm doing this? Interesting way to write or stupid idea?