Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX. Otherwise I'd probably have Chazz or Atticus naked due to some weird series of events.
Chazz: I hate you. ,
Me: You didn't say that last night. .
Atticus: The screaming was Chazz? I thought it was a girl. :O
Me: Nope. .
Chazz: …Wankers.
Zane sighed, his navy hair blowing against his pale skin as he sat in a newly bought apartment. The surfaces gleamed, the scarlet carpet was still fluffy and soft - and the air conditioning made the air inside just as chilly as outside. Everywhere was new, clean and unbroken; even the mirrors had no smears and the doors had few fingerprints on them.
To be more exact, though, he was sat on a balcony watching cars drift by in something akin to slow motion. The streetlights looked surreal and the wind didn't bite, as it should have done. Instead it hit a numb surface. It should've stung his cheeks, made his lips turn blue… But no, he was sure he wouldn't feel pain again.
I fell so far - he chuckled silently to himself. If only they could see this 'ruthless' duellist, the one who seethed with anger and the former ice-cold champion. This time two years ago, I was undefeated and just as alone. A year and a half ago I spiralled and lost after that bastard Phoenix beat me. I was still alone – and a year ago I forced my public persona to become ruthless. There was no other way.
And now? I'm still alone… He chuckled miserably, watching as the rain started to cascade from the dark grey clouds blanketing the stars. They think they know I'm ruthless on the inside. Ruthless? No. Never. Lost, pressured and isolated – even my own brother couldn't see I was broken beneath the cool exterior. They can't see past my image. Even Jaden…Or except?
Zane snarled and felt his insides prickle, grasping the wrought iron fence surrounding the balcony as he thought of that pathetic Slifer. He knew – or maybe he just wanted to be his happy-go-lucky self, but Zane still had the letter crumpled on his mahogany and ebony desk. Maybe he didn't know, maybe he did. It annoyed him how someone so young and carefree could catch his attention when all the baying fan girls crawled over him.
Rain dripped down his back, and soaked the navy hair until it stuck to his face, showing off the sharp angles as he walked back into his apartment, dripping over the floor as he slid the glass door shut. He shook the water off and snatched the note up, smoothing it out to read through the scruffy, hasty writing again.
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Hey Zane! Look man, I have no idea what happened to you, but your little bro' is seriously upset. What gives? I can't really talk. I'm coming to see you (field trip on October 4th, yay!) and I'll find out the real deal with this new you. See ya!
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Zane dropped it and slunk to his bed, he couldn't face his former tormentor alone like that – his persona wouldn't hold and Jaden would know it. He toyed with the sheets absently, what if Jaden starts understanding? I can't have him ruining me like Aster did. The navy haired teen brought his hand to his hair and tugged on it roughly, I mean, I could do it at DA… But then he could pass his avoidance off as playing Mr. Isolated. And that was far less fake than this. I'll try though, that kid would ruin him.
He continued tugging on his navy locks, feeling his stomach unsettle itself as he looked at his watch and realised Jaden would come tomorrow. Sometimes he forced himself to lose track, it made him focus on something other than the aching emptiness. He snorted and frowned, I'm still a freaking teenager, and an angsty one at that. Detaching his hands from his hair, he curled up on the bed with his arms wrapped around his thin frame and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Jaden!" Syrus whined and clung to the boy that dozed on the cramped bus, his pale hair falling everywhere as he shook Jaden, only to be greeted with a goofy, sleep stained grin. His eyes were still full of sleep, but Jaden appreciated the small, childlike boy holding onto him.
"Hn, Sy!" He sat up groggily and nuzzled against the top of the wild, untamed hair. Smells like cinnamon and strawberry, he thought, watching the boy snuggle across the seat amidst a few glares from their admirers. Bastion coughed and cocked an eyebrow at the boys who cuddled and exchanged their 'morning' kisses.
Uh, I guess Zane won't be pleased about us, man, that guy is a jackass, a little boring and stuck up… Do we have a breakfast on this thing? Jaden scratched his hair, ruffling the already scruffy mane. Sure, he was worried about the Zane thing, but what could be more important than breakfast with Syrus? He smiled and pulled him onto his lap, ignoring a snort from the raven-haired boy on the other side of the bus.
"Jaden, are you sure you want to see Zane? Sneaking off could incur you a serious penalty." Bastion gestured to Crowler, who sat at the front – fussing over a silver haired teen that looked like they wanted to die. Poor Aster, huh? I wouldn't dig sitting with Crowler all day either. Jaden grinned goofily up at Bastion.
"It's just another game," he brushed off the remark and leaned back, causing the small boy on his lap to slide off before he yelped, "oh, sorry Sy!" He grasped the flustered looking youth and wrapped his arms around him. This is nice, he smiled to himself as the noise level rose and Atticus strummed away over his head. Sure, I totally won't let it show, but Sy makes an awesome teddy bear. I used to have a teddy. But what sorta number one duellist has a teddy?
I should stop thinking. Sy is going to lecture me. No, I'm only going to see Zane for his sake because otherwise I'll have to kick Zane's butt and c'mon, I couldn't win a fight. I'm just as weak as Syrus looks. He does pack a whole lot of bite. We made our entire freaking dorm notice that little incident. Jesus, where was I? Oh yeah! Zane. I'm just going for Syrus… I swear it. Just because I act like a hyper kid, doesn't mean I liked that jackass. You could probably chill something by shoving it in his pants, if you get what I mean.
Heh… Like I say, when I'm distracted I just act like a hyper child.
"BWAUAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jaden jumped clear of his seat, as he heard, no scratch that - felt Atticus laughing manically down his ear. The lanky, good-looking teen winked at the obviously uncomfortable Chazz. Atticus is gay? When did he get gay? I make it sound like a disease, don't I? Blah. That would explain so much…
"Don't you have a zoo to get back to, Atticus?" Chazz snarled and kicked the back of the chair in front of him, scowling at the boy in Hawaiian shirt and jeans who stood practically on top of Bastion – strumming away with his dark brown hair sticking up in various places.
"I'm here to help Chazz it up!"
"…"
"Atticus - please don't make Chazz kill you!"
Syrus whimpered at the taller boy, hiding himself between Bastion and Jaden, giving the pair of them puppy eyes. Awww, I should definitely stop Atticus, but Chazz is hilarious when he explodes. Really! Smiling, Jaden ran his hands through Sy's silky soft hair in a bid to comfort him while he watched the fireworks.
"Shush, we're here to get Chazz to chill!"
"…"
Eh, would Chazz actually murder someone? He sure looks like it.
"Awww, Chazzy-poo! I think you need a huggle!" Atticus bounced down onto Chazz, looking perfectly happy in that position. I've never seen someone happy in that position; the lap of Chazz must be an awesome thing. I should try it.
"- Don't touch me," Chazz squirmed as Atticus hugged him and continued bouncing up and down, "ugh! Am I the only straight one?"
"But, but… Chazzy, you're enjoying this!" The dark haired boy widened his big, brown eyes in his best attempt at puppy eyes.
Okay, maybe if the entire coach wasn't watching…"Argh! Someone call pest control!"
"Kekekeke!"
I've never seen Atticus run that fast, and by the looks of things; Chazz has a reason to be his arrogant self. It's bigger than Sy's. I never thought I'd say that. It's practically Mount Everest. If looks could kill though, Atticus would be dead. Look at Chazz give his legendary Death Glare!
"Jay?" Syrus cocked his head and blinked at Jaden, who had his face scrunched up and a strange grin that crept across his face too.
"Hn, Sy?" He hugged the boy – wrapping his arms around the tiny, skinny frame with a smile at the widened puppy eyes. It felt a little weird to be the dominant one, but it was fine considering Sy dominated intellectually. He smiled even more as he stole a muffin from Bastion – earning a frustrated sigh from the complex teen.
"Bastion and I figured how to get you off at the rest stop," he paused, "Aster is going to help and cause a distraction with Atticus. We even endured one of his destiny speeches!" Syrus let out a soft 'squee' and squeezed Jaden and Bastion in one huge hug.
"Of course," interrupted a gasping Bastion, "Crowler will probably have your head if he finds out. Are you quite sure you wish to go through with this escapade?"
"Awesome! Wanna tell me the plan?"
"Jaaaaden!"
Awww, why must he be so damn cute? Those eyes could melt any heart.
"Hm?" Jaden licked Syrus' cheek happily, hearing the sounds of Chazz yelling at Alexis for her 'dumb brother who should be shoved in a mental home' – this trip will be so awesome, aside from the Zane thing.
"You'll see, and hear, more correctly speaking of course."
"Aw but Sy! Bastion!" He whined and pouted to deaf ears and closed eyes, hearing the announcement for the next rest stop over the tiny but noisy P.A. Sulking, he turned to the window and wondered what they had planned.
This is gonna be a long day, hn?