CHAPTER 1
Yu-Gi-Oh! Trial of Fate: Chapter 2
Rating: 13+ for mild language
AUGUST 6th, 10:00 A.M.
The day turned out beautiful, as the weatherers had predicted. A swift golden sun painted the sky with a blue and white brush. The opening day of Akodia High was upon the brow of the day. The opening day was the third day of the official 219-day school year starting on August 4th.
All the students and faculty were gathered in a large courtyard outside of the cafeteria where the school ate during lunch periods. A neatly trimmed grass reception area where the principal introduced them to the new year complimented the sleek and futuristic school nicely. People were wearing their uniforms, which weren't mandatory, but for formal occasions. Among rows of very uncomfortable plastic chairs filled with discomforted students, the chatter died down as the tall and young principal took the podium. His strong and stern face suggested a German background . . . that and his name was Krauss. His oily and short black hair blew in the tasty spring breeze as he positioned the podium microphone closer to his face.
"I'd like to welcome all the students back for another wonderful year of learning and fun. Our new dueling quad has been finished, some of you already took the liberty of trying it out," The principal said as he stared at a bunch of second years.
Principal Dr. Krauss was a gentleman. He had always been very easy going and polite around anyone he spoke to. That pissed him off even more. How could Krauss be so soft on these little twerps? Where Cain came from, students were taught strict discipline, respect, and honor. None of this soft, right-winged crud. Cain stood behind everyone, not wanting to look like he was comfortable yet. Two students in the back row about five yards in front of Cain were talking, a boy and a girl. The girl was a jewel, her red and black dyed hair, skirt and uniform, and eyes that could pierce the thoughts of any man. It was as if while you were looking into her eyes, you knew everything.
"Hey, who are you?" Said the redheaded girl to Cain.
A boy who had been sitting near her whispered something to her.
"He's that new transfer student, the delinquent," The thin boy said matter-of-factly. "He looks vicious, no wonder he was transferred. I 'eard he kept getting into fights. He even punched a teacher in the face!"
"No way! He must be tough then. He looks strong Kyle," The redhead said.
"Don't go making friends with him Lisa, he'll probably kill you and bury you somewhere," Kyle said laughing.
"Actually, burying isn't my style, I prefer cremation," Cain said.
Kyle nearly jumped due to the fact he hadn't realized Cain had pulled a chair behind him while he was whispering. It was then that Kyle realized how scary Cain was. He was about average height, had a shaved head, a goatee, and a sleeveless black shirt tight to his chest, and black jeans. He had the looks of an athlete. He wasn't ripped, but Kyle knew from the look of his arms that he was buff enough to beat up any kid in the school. The eyes were the most threatening part however. His eyes spoke louder than words; they told stories of living a hard life, having to crawl to where he was now. He wasn't even wearing his uniform.
"What do you want? We don't sell drugs," Kyle said, obviously thinking he was funny.
"Sell drugs? Nah, but if your selling her . . . " Cain said with a grin. Lisa remained faceless, staring at Cain with her beautiful green eyes.
"Scumbag! This isn't Coltworth, no one buys sex down here you low-life!" Kyle said as he stood between Cain and Lisa. Cain had stepped towards Lisa while he was speaking.
"Chill the hell out you damn preppy. I'm just making friends, she seems like someone that wouldn't match you," Cain said coolly.
"What the hell does that mean? We aren't dating or anything!" Kyle said as his short blonde hair starting drifting along with the wind. The principal was still speaking.
"I mean, she's calm, unlike you. She also seems like an outgoing person, a trait you apparently lack since you're spending your time peddling gossip. Not to mention she's gorgeous and you look like a pig just shat on your face," Cain said cross-armed.
"That's it prison boy, you want some, come get it!" Kyle said.
Cain looked at Kyle, confused, and then looked to Lisa. He extended his hand to Lisa and spoke.
"I'm Cain, and you are?" He spoke softer.
"I'm Aliza, but you can call me Lisa," She said looking back at him.
"What? Lisa he's probably a convict for Christ's sake!" Kyle.
"And for Christ's sake, why don't you shut up? She doesn't want to hear you and neither do I," Cain said.
Looking as if he was about to explode, or blow a hole in the back of his pants, Kyle huffed and sat up. He stomped angrily up the rows to another seat. Cain replaced Kyle and sat.
"That guy never leaves me alone. I swear he takes pictures of me," Lisa said.
"He certainly looks the type. What a creep," Cain said.
"So where did you transfer from?" Lisa said with a bit of interest.
"I came here from Coltworth, like your buddy said," Cain said. "It doesn't get anymore difficult than that place." Cain finished.
As if knowing they were talking, the principal raised his voice higher.
"Now if you'll please come up when your name is called to receive your duel pod cards! The official league begins today!" Krauss said as the crowd broke into applause.
Everyone stood up and remained still, waiting for their names to be called. Cain looked back at Lisa.
"So, are these duel pods like duel disks?" Cain said.
"You duel? You seem like one of those muscle head jocks to me," Lisa said.
"No, where I come from, the strong eat the weak. So it was no choice whether I was fit or not," Cain said.
"Jeez, you sound like you had it hard. Why the sudden change?" Lisa questioned.
"I can't tell you," Cain replied.
"C'mon!" Lisa said smiling. Cain's face went grim.
"No. I can't tell you. It . . . it has to do with my dad. My mom and I had no choice. Let's leave it at that," Cain said.
"Aliza Sanzetti!" Assistant principal Reigner announced. Krauss must have left somewhere, he always seemed busy.
Aliza looked at Cain and slid by him and up the rows to the front where a black box was handed to her. IShe's so hot/I, Cain thought.
An hour went by and there was one box left after the large collection had been depleted.
"And a student transfer in his 6th year, Richard Cain!"
The entire student body peered around to see the new man. Speculation and rumor seemed to have run wild about him in the two days school had been underway. As Cain walked up the isle in his informal attire, there were whispers and sometimes giggles as he walked by. He approached the makeshift stage and received the last of the weighty black boxes.
"Have a good year," Reigner covered the mike. "We are expecting good things from you,"
