A/N: Tears of the Moon, second instalment of my Jewels of Love trilogy, sort of have to read my first one to understand.

JOL: Tears of the Moon:

Prologue: Home Coming…

The hand that snatched up the newspaper was a soft woman's hand with the long nails painted a bright flaming red. The woman was young but her eyes held a deep understanding of what life really was. The newspaper had been abandoned on the table next to hers in the small middle-of-nowhere coffee shop. The heading proclaimed in bold black lettering:

KING OF GAMES CLAIMS A QUEEN TO SHARE HIS THRONE

Yami Motou is to be married in three months.

Underneath the heading there was a photo in colour and even with the washed out colour of the newspaper of Yami Motou standing, smiling at the camera with his arm around a tall brunette with bright sky blue eyes, a small embarrassed smile on her own lips. The woman quickly scanned down to the actual story.

Yami Motou told The Daily Domino that he plans to marry dance studio teacher and owner Tea Gardener within three months. Yami's best friend and fellow professional Duellist Joey Wheeler says that he is very happy for his friend and claims that Tea and Yami would want a simple ceremony in the local church. 'Yami and Tea aren't as flamboyant as people like to make them out to be. Tea just wants a nice ceremony with…continues on page 14.

The woman quickly flipped through the paper trying to find where the rest of the story was, she spread out the double page, which was mostly made up of photos of some of Yami's most famous duels and Tea wearing a stiff black net tutu and doing a perfect Pilate.

friends and family and she and Yami don't want anyone to make any fuss about it.' Tea's younger sister, a fine pianist is going to play for the couples wedding and has expressed her delight for her sister's happiness and claims that the King of Games is perfect with Tea. The couple agreed to talk about more about their wedding plans closer to the date. Yami's grandfather, the famous archaeologist Solomon Motou has come home for his grandson's wedding before returning to Briton to help the National History Museum with their Egyptian Exhibit, the only quote he gave The Daily Domino was 'it's about damn time.'

The woman folded the paper carefully and slipped it into her backpack. She took out a small red leather wallet and left enough to cover the weak coffee and be considered a tip. A gangly spotty teenager about twelve turned to her with surprise and excitement mixed on his face. "Hey aren't you that…"

"No." she cut across him shortly. Fame wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She should know. She hefted her backpack over her shoulder and left the coffee shop without looking back. She was good at not looking back.

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The motorcycle was a screaming siren red and the rider on it was driving fast and dangerously. The rider was clad in a pair of short dark denim shorts, a black corset top and thigh high black boots. She had a strange holster strapped to her thigh, just above where her boots finished.

When the rider got to her obvious destination she slammed on the brakes and screeched to a stop, leaving long black rubber tracks, outside a small delicate looking house. The rider got off the bike and pulled off her helmet at the same time. she walked to the door with confidence and self-assurance that nobody would have guessed took her months to rebuild.

Tea opened the door expecting to see another horde of reporters hoping to get a story from her. She and Yami and all their friends had written carefully worded statements and sent them to local and national newspapers hoping to avoid the reporters knocking on their doors, phoning them at home and their place of work. It didn't work.

Tea stared at the woman in front of her on her porch. It definitely wasn't a reporter; she hadn't seen this woman in several years. The woman was tall, curvy with long golden blonde hair and beautiful dark violet eyes, a lot like Yugi Motou's. However the woman's eyes looked seductive rather than cute like they did on Yugi.

"Long time no see Hon." The voice was husky and as sexy as her eyes. A smile blossomed on Tea's face and she stepped back, letting the woman over the threshold.

"Welcome home…Mai." Tea greeted softly. Mai walked into the house, yes she was good at not looking back. But Domino stayed with her, staying in the back of her mind, always haunting her. she was going to face her demon. Joseph Wheeler.

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A/N: I know it's short but it's only the prologue. I promise the rest of the chapters will be a lot longer!