Arcadia's Poison Touch
A preliminary note from me, the author: All chapters that contain part of a duel will be clearly marked as not everyone will like the way I write duels since I like to screw around with the rules a lot (think Duellist Kingdom) so battles between monsters sometimes feel more like a battle between two Pokémon, as opposed to a proper Yu-Gi-Oh battle, and monsters with a lower ATK can potentially beat ones with a higher ATK, given the correct circumstances.
There it was – his new school. He'd been there prior to be shown around and to collect his locker key, but never when other students were around. Standing at the gates he looked up in awe at his new school and then around at some of the others around him. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he hastily made his way inside the main school building.
"Hopefully I can make a good impression on my first day," he panted, as he rushed over to his newly assigned locker.
He swiftly opened his backpack and began to rummage through it, completely unaware of those around him. It was like he was in his own little world. He didn't mind though as he didn't expect anyone to notice him straight away anyway. However, to his dismay, it didn't take long for him to be approached by two boys, both slightly taller than him. Since he was still lost in his backpack, it wasn't until he heard one of them blurt some words that he noticed them. He turned around to see that they were both directly behind him.
"Hey look it's a new kid," said one of them with a smirk on his face.
"I wonder if he has any rare cards," said the other.
"Yeah, let's get 'im," they said together.
The two boy, both with short black hair then pinned him against the lockers and clenched their fists. One then pulled him up by the neck of his plain white T-Shirt so that he was level with his face. He assumed he was about to get shouted at, or worse, punched but before he could think of a response they suddenly let go simultaneously, and ran off, leaving him very bemused.
"Crap it's Scarlett," shouted one of the other people in the corridor.
Upon hearing those words most people scurried off around the corner, and it wasn't long before the whole corridor was practically empty, leaving only him and a couple of other people. It wasn't normal that bullies would simply leave him like that, which made him wonder what all the fuss was about. He looked around the corridor for anything suspicious. There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary, though the pink top of the tall brunette, who was leisurely strolling through the middle of the corridor, caught his attention, because of its precariously low "U" shaped neckline.
Besides her T-shirt he also noted other features. She also wore tight fitting cyan trousers and carried a golden handbag on one of her shoulders. Not wanting to become too distracted by her charm, he quickly took to fumbling through his bag again before she could have any kind of adverse effect on him. He hoped she would just pass him by without too much trouble, as she was the sort of person he could see himself developing a crush on.
For a few more seconds he pretended to look for something in his backpack, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, although it was no use. Someone's shadow blocked out much of the light from entering the locker, so he was forced to take his backpack out of the locker if he wanted continue to seeing what he was doing, not that he was doing much at all. His attempts to look for something that wasn't there became ever more desperate upon hearing a calm sultry voice.
"Hi, I'm Scarlett," whispered the voice into his ear.
Suddenly a whole mix of thoughts came rushing into his head. He instinctively wondered why someone like her would want to talk to him, let alone acknowledge his presence. He always felt that he was a low life, just another short boy, in other words, perfect prey for his classmates. He turned to look up but instantly bumped his head on the locker in his haste. At that moment a hand began rubbing his head. He knew it was a female hand because he could feel its manicured nails aggravate his previously tidy hair.
"Careful," said the voice, this time with a giggle, "So what's your name?"
He swore she was just playing around with him, like some kind of sick joke. He didn't think it at all possible that a girl of her stature would want to make friends with him. Lost for words, he looked across at where he thought the voice came from to see two overhanging breasts placed on the door to his locker. He wanted to restrain himself but couldn't help but blush uncontrollably at such a sight.
"I, umm...who me?" he whispered, trying desperately to move his gaze from her robust chest, up towards her face.
"Yes, you," she said as he leant further over the door, trying to keep a straight face, "Who else? The corridor is practically empty."
Whilst he thought of what to say he moved slightly to look around the corridor. It was indeed empty, which made him wonder why everyone disappeared upon seeing this girl. She was one of the prettiest he ever set eyes upon, yet somehow even those burly boys that attacked him earlier seemed scared of her. He gazed across the corridor for what seemed like an eternity to him, but was really just a split second, and then turned to look up at her again.
"I-I...I'm Yuri," he finally spewed.
"Sorry, I should have mentioned, I don't bite. Wait, let me repharse that. What I meant was - I can't see myself biting you anytime soon."
"Uhm, so...you..."
Before he could finish his sentence she placed her forefinger over his mouth. When she did, a sudden gush of her flowery scent rushed up his nose. The sensation felt weird as it was unlike anything he smelt before, but it was enough to calm his nerve, at least temporarily. Nevertheless, he still felt cornered by this foxy lady and didn't think that he would be able to escape her anytime soon.
"Don't worry. I'm sure we'll get along just fine," she stated with a gentle smile.
"I, um, hope so..."
"Great, me too! Don't worry about Ted and Ned; with me looking after you nobody will lay a finger on you. So, what lesson do you have first?"
"History."
"With who?"
"Um...Mr. Bewd, I think."
"Wow, we're in the same class."
As soon as she said that he couldn't quite work out whether the predicament was a good thing or a bad thing. Sure she seemed friendly enough, but what if she was only pretending to like him? Despite her friendly gestures, he was scared that he was getting the wrong impression of her, and he held an underlying fear that he might end up making a fool of himself. He began to fumble through rucksack again, still not exactly sure what he was looking for. Then when he tilted his head backwards, he bumped into in her breasts, which made him feel very embarrassed, although she didn't seem to think much of it.
"What are you still looking for in your bag?" she said as she continued to lean over him, with emphasis on the word "still", as she attempted to get a closer look at the inside of his backpack.
"Oh, er, nothing," he stammered.
"Exactly."
She placed her arm around his upper body and gradually pulled him away from his locker. Before he could do anything she slammed the door shut with her free hand. He wanted to resist her, but knew resistance was futile, seeing as he was already feeling too flustered to even question her actions, and her seductive tone assured that the spell she put him under grew ever more powerful. He removed some of her hair from around of his face then took another whiff perfume and took a deep breath. There was no denying it; he was in an extremely awkward situation.
"Now," she continued, "We ought to be going to lesson, so if you close your locker I can show you to the classroom."
"But I..."
"No. Or do I have to close it for you? You don't want to see what I'm capable of, trust me."
Unsure of what she meant by those words, and not in the mood for finding out, he swiftly obeyed her. It did cross his mind that he was being easily manipulated, although it wasn't often that he got to talk to someone so beautiful, so without wasting any time, he took the key from within his trouser pocket and carried on executing her orders. Afterwards he turned to face her, but immediately lurched backwards against the lockers, feeling quite intimidated, after having his nose accidently brush with her chest. Noticing his reaction she began to chuckle, though quickly returned silent as he mustered the courage to speak again.
"Sorry – Scarlett, umm, it's not that. It's just..."
"Go on."
"I wasn't very popular in my old school and, and..."
"Oh, I see where this is going. If I'm honest, I don't have many friends, maybe like one or two. I know that's hard for someone like you to believe - but it's the truth. Basically, I thought it would be a good idea to get to know you - before people start feeding you with lies, not to mention you look kinda cute."
"Huh...?"
"You don't want to know why people are scared of me, ok. Let's just head to lesson."
Without any further comment he slung his backpack over his shoulder and ran up to Scarlett, who was already part way down the corridor. They eventually came across the two boys who wanted to beat him up earlier, but from the looks on their faces it was hard to tell that they were feeling very confident mere minutes ago. Most of the other people appeared frightened of something too, and as Scarlett walked past them many backed up against the wall, which made it clear it was her they were afraid of.
"What's the new guy doing with Scarlett..." whispered one of the people to their friend.
"Umm, hi..." he said in a tone he thought was friendly, not wanting to give the people the wrong impression.
"Ignore them," interrupted Scarlett, her seductive tone apparently dropped in favour of a more serious one.
"I was just being friendly..."
"Come with me a sec, we need to talk."
She turned to grab his arm and pulled him down the corridor so that they were a fair distance from the other people. There she pinned him against some of the lockers, between her two arms so he couldn't escape. She gazed down at him and sighed. He felt like he might be in trouble so he put his arms across his face, careful not to touch her domineering breasts in the process, in case she tried anything on him, unsure of what she might do.
"There's no need to be scared of me," she said, returning to her more seductive voice, "Sorry, I should have explained. You can either hang out with them or stay friends with me. None of them like me."
"But since I know you're a nice person I could try and convince them..."
"It's no use. If they thought I could be a nice person they would have stopped calling me a mutant and a freak ages ago."
"People called me a freak too, that's why I moved school."
"You know how I feel then. Don't worry; we'll look out for each other, k?"
She winked at him although he failed to notice, given his eyes were still struggling to contend with the great canyon that was her cleavage. He started to blush again, given the awkwardness of the situation. In the corner of his eye he could see some of the other children stare at them, probably wondering what was going on between them.
"Ok," he said in a meek tone.
Just as she started walking away their lecturer arrived, Mr. Bewd. He was an old man with extremely pale skin, white hair and blue eyes. He wore a pair of spectacles with a blue frame, along with a white shirt and trousers. His eyes locked with Yuri's, and then he smiled at him. When he opened the door to the classroom everyone rushed in, though he stayed outside to greet Yuri.
"Hello, you must be Yuri, the new boy," he stated.
"Yes," he replied.
"I'm Mr. Bewd; nice to finally meet you. I take it you'll be sitting next to Scarlett."
"I think so."
"Ok, very well - I hope you brought some suitable writing equipment to the lesson as they'll be lots to take in today."
"I have a pencil."
"I suppose that'll have to do."
Yuri glanced around the classroom. Most people were staring at him, although some were getting their books out. Scarlett was sat on a table on her own at the back, away from the other students, who continued to look at him as he made his way to the back of the classroom. Mr. Bewd came over to give him a lined paper book, presumably for his history work, and subsequently started the lesson.
"Today we are starting work a new topic. Forget about Egypt and the Millennium Items. We are moving onto the Signers. It was 30 years ago to this very month that the last Earthbound Immortal was defeated. None of you will have been born back then, but all of us have the Signers to thank for saving the future and owe a great deal to them..."
And so he went on and on. Mr. Bewd was one of those teachers that seemed to like to talk a lot, but unfortunately for his students, sounded very boring, as it was obvious some of them were dozing off. Already he could tell he wasn't going to enjoy history lessons. Perhaps a change of teacher might have made lessons more fun, because it's not like the Signers are a dry subject to be taught; quite the opposite. When one learns about their action packed adventures they discover how fortunate they really are.
