Alright, well…here goes! My first Yu-Gi-Oh! GX fic! I hope you all like it. Please leave reviews, reviews are my lifeblood. Chapter 2 on the way…". If there are any particular pairings that you guys want to see, just write them in the reviews and I'll try to get them into the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX and I'm making no money off of this. This applies to all the chapters of this story.
His face had never been so pale, so…feminine. Those grey eyes had never been so soft, and that hair had never fallen in something closer to curls, rather than spikes. Everything about him, that hard edge, had disappeared. It was as though a veil of lace had been thrown over him, and that everyone saw him through that. That was how he saw himself, when he looked in the mirror.
Was this why his brothers saw him as weak, why they saw him as a lost cause for their family? Because not only could he not be the best in school, because he could not make the most rational decisions in a duel, but that he couldn't even look good when standing next to his family?
"Damnit! Man up, Chazz! Man UP!" The teenager screamed to himself, beating his fists on the side of the porcelain sink in his room. He stared at his face in the mirror, and saw himself growing more feminine by the second, less perfect.
He reached into his medicine cabinet, whipping open the mirror that he was staring into. He looked at the bottles upon bottles in there, all with the same labels. All were small, little white bottles, with yellow paper wrapped around them.
Depression medicines, A.D.D. medicines, medicines to prevent asthma, medicines to prevent bone loss, vitamins, all encased in their neat little white labels with the prescriptions on them. Each bottle had the name of a different doctor on it. The bottles filled the entire large cabinet. More were hidden under his mattress, in his beside drawers, under the chairs. They were everywhere, each bottle half-full.
Tears were falling down his face, and he didn't even know it. He just quietly reached down, and picked up a bottle of the A.D.D. medicine. The cap popped open easily enough, and the pills fell into his hands. He popped them into his mouth, and opened his mini-fridge. One of the perks of being an Obelisk blue, he supposed. He felt the pills dissolving due to the moisture already on his tongue, and he relished the sour taste. It had become something of a familiar comfort. It was a little sad, he reflected as he opened a bottle of freshly bottled mineral spring water, that his best friend was the taste of a pill dissolving on his tongue.
The water tasted bitter as it mixed with the half-dissolved pills, even as they ran down his throat. He stared at himself in another mirror, this time a full-length one. He could tell he had lost weight, and that made his waist even more feminine, the rise of his chest, his ribcage, a delicate swell of bones. His breathing was laboured, as it had been for three months.
Suddenly, everything looked so much more focused. The weaving on the carpeting was so…interesting. How had someone thought to make that pattern repeat so beautifully? Why did the lines on the desk waver like that, those tiny little ruby lines in the mahogany? And then his eyes lit upon the book that lay on the desk, thrown carelessly over all of his papers. Why had he thrown something so perfect, with so many little vertical lines? It seemed so…careless.
And when he opened the book…! Look at all those wonderful little numbers! They made up so many interesting facts, facts that he absorbed into his brain. Hyper-focused, everything that he read moved into his brain. How could he have ever thought this was boring? It was…fascinating!
Hours spun by, the night fading away in silvery threads, giving way to the gold net that daylight threw over the bedroom.
"Come on, Chazz! We're going to be late for our test!" Alexis, queen of the Obelisks, shouted. She shook the boy's shoulder, wondering how late he had stayed up. His face was pressed into his book, and his blue blazer was wrinkled. His hand was cold, his pulse sluggish as she gripped his wrist. She shook her head, grabbing a bottle of water from his mini-fridge, knowing that he kept thousands of bottles in there. She poured the bottle over his head.
"Wh…What?" Chazz spluttered, sitting bolt upright before he slid from the chair, shaking his head, sending water flying everywhere. His already spiky hair stuck up in peculiar angles as he hurried to get ready, changing coats, brushing his hair, hurrying a quick shower and running down the hall with the girl to get to his test.
When the test was given back, he had a perfect score. That didn't surprise anyone – it was, after all, Chazz Princeton.
He never had to try for anything, they muttered. He barely ever studied, and he stayed up late talking to girls online, from exotic vacations he had taken. At least, that was what the rumors said. Chazz himself was just that, a rumor. A carefully constructed rumor that made him the perfect boy.