Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a new story that I decided to post up. If anyone is curious about my other story, I will post an AN up there too. I realize that this is kind of short, but please do recall that this is only the prologue. It is meant to give you background information.
Disclaimer: Yusei Matsui owns the characters, I own the plot
"Say WHAT?!" Gakashu Asano's voice rang around the principal's office, voice tinged with anger and disbelief. Principal Asano regarded his son calmly and coldly.
"You heard me. As of today, you are hereby moved to Class 3-E, for failure to carry out my orders. You came in second place and lost your rightful spot to that delinquent, Karma Akabane. Besides, did you not proclaim that you wanted to exploit all of my secrets? What place is better than the End Class for your dark mission?" Gakaho finished, his eyes bright and mirthful with dark amusement.
Gakashu retorted with a scoff. He leaned over the Victorian-styled desk, close enough so that each breath he took would waft over his father. Gakashu's violet eyes gleamed, hungry for a challenge that only his father could provide. He softly uttered, "You haven't raised an idiot, Father. I may be your protégé, but wouldn't it be a shame if the Master found himself at the end of the leash? I would be careful about how I play this game, Father. It would be a shame if you were to lose so far in, and already you made a really bad move." With the threat hanging in the air, Gakashu turned and walked out of the room, leaving his father in a turmoil of thoughts. A smug smirk wormed its way onto his face. He would be the one to say "Checkmate" to his father. He would topple the throne that the King sat on. This was one game that he could not lose. Too much was at stake.