Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's - Zero Requiem
~ by Yusei ~
Summary - "AU. Generation One of the Satellite War. Set five years following Zero Reverse; the first wave of the Duel Gangs' war pits four major teams against each other before that of Team Satisfaction in a battle for domination. From the outside; Yusei, Jack and Crow watch on, but is that where their role ends?"
Spoilers for backstories for those who haven't seen early Second Season. Rated for language, possible violence.
Disclaimer - I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's or any of the characters. None of the characters featured belong to me outside of Nayushi and Aaruntai.
A / N - I've been eager to write a story focusing on OCs and the RPG of "Zero Requiem" gave that opportnity. This is an AU story where Rex Godwin has already identified Yusei Fudo and Jack Atlus as Signers. The story mainly focuses on OCs; canon features include Yusei, Jack, Crow, Martha, Rex and possibly even Kiryu. The title comes from a mix-up between "Zero Requiem" from 'Code Geass' and "Zero Reverse" in a group conversation during the planning of the story. Please read and review.
- ZERO REQUIEM -
- Prologue -
Destruction of Reality: "Zero Reverse"
Neo-Domino stood the proud city amongst various smaller metropolitans. A city of perfection, of equality, no-one was overlooked. The city of pride, where anything could become a reality. Towards the more densely populated suburbs of this marvellous municipal; a project had been underway for several years. A large research centre based on investigating the substance of momentum; the main source of the city's power supply. Several researchers paced around from station to station enthusiastically; eager for the operation to begin. What that operation was, the project as an entirety, had been disclosed. A select few were aware of the project.
Amongst the researchers wandering before the immense creation was one Doctor Fudou. He and his wife had been executives in the operation for some time the organization known as MIDS. Though his wife's attendance had slackened since some time over a year before: months before the time she had given birth to their son: Yusei Fudou. The child was a spitting image of him, as if he had been reborn a generation younger. The offspring had recently passed his first birthday and she had been eager to remain close to him, for their attachment to remain strong. Drifting apart from their child so easily was something she would rather avoid at all costs. He smiled softly at the photograph held in place in the corner of his clipboard; the love of his life cradling the life they had created; his favourite possession, those smiling faces. He glanced over his shoulder in the direction that she should be located, busy days where they could return home, exhausted, and worry about nothing more than spending their remaining time awake with Yusei; those days brightened his heart, a balance of his two halves.
A bleeping from his pocket caught his attention, he reached inside and removed a pager; the time for the operation to begin was now. He smiled again, proud to able to call himself a father, proud to be able to provide for his family from such a position. Their lives in the Tops, their homes in Neo-Domino: the utopia of Japan, everything had been leading to the moment of truth, the moment that the project would be put into action.
"Perhaps one day, we can tell Yusei of this day, how we strived for this chance and succeeded" he muttered to himself.
Several colleagues gathered around the immense centre, Momentum flowing through it vibrantly. Professor Fudou glanced to his left, seeing his wife standing amongst several others. His eyes turned back the structure glowing acceptingly. He pulled a small radio and brought up beside his face, his eyes fixed to the warm glow of the Momentum.
"Begin the assessment" he ordered bluntly.
"Yes sir".
The low growling of the structure filled the air, blending with the whirring from the momentum's presence. Professor Fudou smiled proudly, had his partner been close enough, he would have seized her hand and squeezed it with the intensity of his optimism. But that hadn't been the spot she had chosen, she was surrounded by colleagues she had grown close to since her time as an apprentice in the facility.
The building began to tremble; Professor Fudou shrugged the tremor off as mediocre seismic activity.
"Something's happening!" A panicked voice cried.
Doctor Fudou glanced back over his shoulder, witnessing the panic-stricken assistant standing his hands flying over the keyboard, fingers punching keys at a furious rate.
"It can't be anything serious" another beside him insisted.
"I'm trying to pinpoint what the problem is, but I can't seem to get a fix on anything. This isn't good" he insisted, eyes glued to the screens before him. Sweat began to slide down his forehead.
The tremor worsened, several researchers began to worry, a couple dashing to others for any diagnosis. Professor Fudou glanced at his wife once again, she hadn't moved, staring blankly at the momentum. His back began to curve, glaring intently at the mass amount of energy. Around him, worried researchers rushed ahead, to the controls at the base of the structure in the centre surround the momentum. They anxiously copied the first man to panic, doing all they could to shut down the machine. The trembling was only intensifying; several employees were thrown to the ground. Doctor Fudou turned his back to them; pointing upwards to several others attempt to hack into the system they were supposed to maintain control over, trying their best to reverse the test.
"Do whatever you can to shut this down. We can't allow this incident to bring harm to the city!" he yelled.
The parameters monitoring the levels of momentum were soaring, reaching unstable levels. It wasn't an ordinary earthquake, the trembling was a result of the failed operation; it was a manmade incident. Professor Fudou turned to his wife, racing towards her; she seemed frozen in fear, her worst nightmares becoming a reality right before her eyes, her spouse halted by her side, grabbing her hand firmly to remind her that he was still with her. Her eyes met his, wide with fear; she couldn't understand what was happening, why it was happening. Professor Fudou's own eyes remained strong, he couldn't break down in front of her, they had to get through the tremor, they had to return home that night, to hold Yusei in their arms and watch him grow. Professor Fudou called out to his wife, his voice drowned out by an explosion, computers left and right were ripped apart by an invisible force, monitors shattered and parts torn from their skin, landing in tatters upon the floor. He turned to leave, keeping a strong grip on his lover's hand; he refused to leave her behind, to leave Yusei in the Tops all alone. He leapt forward to begin their rush to the exit. Another fierce shudder of the ground sent him to the ground, landing harshly against the cold floor.
"Are you alright?" his wife cried desperately, kneeling by his side.
He smiled hollowly, their chances of escaping alive were imaginary; they had found the graves they had wondered about before: the rubble of the facility would be their headstones and the holder of their corpses. Behind them, a light had formed amongst the momentum, the shape of a spider; a replica of the spider within the collection that was the Nazca Lines. The Professor's eyes caught the sight, staring in disbelief before another wave of destruction erupted. A surge of smoke racing towards them.
"Yusei…" Professor Fudou muttered, continuing to whisper words mutely.
The wave engulfed them both, neither to be seen again. Above the tower, the sky had been cut off by a blanket of grey and black clouds, a single opening directly above the building. A beam of momentum shot towards the sky, through the gap. The power began to grow, the beam surging fiercely. The entire tower engulfed and eradicated within the epicentre of the force. The destruction didn't end, the force continued to spread itself out; overwhelming a length of streets in each direction, moving forward without any indication that it was going to fade quickly. The ground beneath began to crumble pieces falling away. The west fragment of Neo-Domino was collapsing, fading in the glow of the momentum, erasing hundreds - even thousands - of lives.
- ZERO REQUIEM -
- Episode 1 -
Struggle for Survival; Territory Battle.
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FIVE YEARS LATER
The breakaway fragment of Neo-Domino had survived, drifting away from its origin, a completely new state: Satellite. Just as the land had separated, the government within the city had abandoned the recently created district, cutting their ties in order to keep their view as a utopia of the country. At the same time, the fact that they had deserted the residents left within Satellite had always lingered within the city; the residents that had once lived alongside the city had been reduced to sorting through the filth passed from Neo-Domino in order to make a living. A tension came between Satellite and Neo-Domino, a law against Satellite residents returning to Neo-Domino, forbidden them to return to their former lives emerged. At the same time, many children had been left without parents or anyone to care for them, a woman by the name of Martha had stepped forward, taking those children beneath her wing and caring for them in the place of an orphanage.
The forlorn residents had realized they needed to stand together, united in the cruel twist of fate. That was exactly what followed; together they worked to rebuild their lives, their district left crippled by the disaster of Zero Reverse. Buildings stood broken at the edges of the roads, cracks running through into the underground levels ripped through streets, sunlight pouring into the subway. The entire district had all but shut down. The only options the civilians had was to work amongst the leftovers of Neo-Domino or supply each other with whatever they could. Security arrived after some time, watching unyieldingly over each local, just waiting for them to attempt a cross to Neo-Domino, anything that could provoke an arrest. Some years after the incident, residents began to assist in the building of the Daedalus Bridge. Yet Security had intervened; crushing the last of Satellite's hopes and leaving the original creator to race off the edge and soar into the air, vanishing from existence.
Sometime after the four-year anniversary of Satellite's birth; teenagers within the district had given up with a peaceful life in Satellite. There was the constant tension between their own kind and Neo-Domino; tensions arose within Satellite's borders. Life was a nightmare. Some had lost their former lives in the disaster, waiting for an opportunity for the city to remember who they were. No rescue came to them, to return them to the city that had labelled them the future. Their legion collapsed, fights would break out through cards and fists; they had been reduced to nothing more then stereotypical kids living amongst the streets of a crime-ridden town. Over the course of the following months; gangs formed themselves, usually made of four teens each battling with their own section of Satellite. The duels would take place in a destination agreed upon, the winner would take over the loser's area and the stakes varied occasionally. Despite the unwritten laws set for the gang wars, several incidents where surprise attacks were launched had occurred, increasing in number over the course of weeks. Throughout the months of struggle, four teams were deemed to be fighting on a level beyond the reach of most of the rivals: Team Shinrabanshou, Cerberus Clan, Team Ichigeki and Team Resurrection. Despite the observation, there were many other teams; those willing to fight back and overcome the main threats to their area. Four teams did not make a war, the war that had torn Satellite apart.
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Satellite - Sector "C"
Sayuri Miko strode towards the rundown warehouse that was the base of her team: Team Resurrection. The team had become dominant over a section of Satellite labelled "C". The division of Satellite had come shortly after the community broke apart completely, each area given a letter rather than a full name. The area had expanded when smaller sections had been swallowed by the team's victories. Outside "C", there were approximately a dozen other areas, each possessing another letter of the alphabet.
Sayuri pressed a hand against the maid-like hair band sitting atop her head, the ends drowned in her faded pink hair draping down to her lower back. Her hand dropped from her headband to her neck, the tips of her fingers brushing the black ribbon tied around her slender neck. Over her upper half, she wore a white, long-sleeved shirt with a black dress, scarcely covering her thighs. Black stockings covered the majority of the skin on her legs. Her advance towards the rusting metal warehouse slowed to a halt. She produced a key, one hanging from the band around her wrist and inserted it into the lock that hung on the door, the only defence against intruders.
Behind her, the company she had been escorting; an elderly gentleman. Grey hair combed neatly with a matching moustache hanging over his mouth, his eyes closed to the outside world. He gazed at the structure, impressed by how a centre of operations could be created out of something so simple, with a completely different purpose. Sayuri pushed the door open gradually, presenting the elder with the nerve centre of Team Resurrection. She head always maintained the believe that Satellite would return to Neo-Domino's eyes as more than the mistake the city had labelled it; it would return to greatness and she would do everything she could to see that day come. To resurrect their lives, bring them back into the light of the world like survivors from a war. She turned to the elder again, smiling proudly.
"What do you think Ojii-chan?"
Ojii-chan observed the interior, surprisingly decent furniture - a rarity in Satellite - large couches, televisions, bean-bag chairs, games consoles, something more surprising were the two D-Wheels sitting against the wall to his left. He took little notice in anything other than the bean-bag chairs, smiling at the sight of them. He strode inside towards them, passing Sayuri who had remained still since opening the door. He stroked one of the bean-bag chairs, seating himself upon one and sinking into its comforting shapeless body.
"I've always loved these things" he chuckled. "In response to your question, it depends really. Is there an elevator? Otherwise I may have issues about climbing towards the roof".
"I'm afraid there isn't" Sayuri answered with a light chuckle of her own, accompanying a faint smile. "But there's nothing of interest up there. I myself haven't been up there in some time, I tend to not bother".
Ojii-chan tugged at his green shirt, a half of his suit. At the same time; Sayuri checked her watch, sighing when she registered the time, she had been hoping that everyone could have returned already, but there was no sign of the two she had been waiting for. Her gaze lifted from the watch on her wrist to the sky overhead, smog mixing with the clear blue, consuming the beauty of the heavens hanging over.
Satellite - Sector "Y"
Nayushi Kasurta strode along the pathway lined with rubbish in another area. Despite how desolate the street was, her eyes continued to leap from sight to sight, waiting for something to happen. Something usually did. She raised a hand, flicking several of the long brown hairs that had laid themselves over her shoulder and tossing them back over. They joined the rest of her hair, hanging in a large ponytail falling to her waist, swaying from side to side with every step she took.
There was no sound, no movement, but that was no excuse for letting down her guard, in this battle; carelessness was fatal and she wasn't about to let herself down because she believed somewhere was currently undisturbed. Especially with her role as the leader of Team Shinrabanshou, pressure continued to amount on her because of that position; each day held a potential fight; she had to always be prepared for those possibilities. And it had all been down to one source: Neo-Domino. Since the time they had been forsaken, she had held a bitter hatred towards the City. Her eyes fell upon the Duel Disk attached to her arm; the City wasn't the only target of her fury.
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Close by, another girl walked in the opposite direction, the other side of the trash mound on Nayushi's right. She had recently walked out on her own team, the words of the leader - various words to express his feeling of her as nothing more than a coward and deserter; they continued to linger in her mind. Leaving a team and transferring to another wasn't uncommon, but at the same time, it wasn't a customary movement. Saratu Kushiro had chosen that move, Duel Disk strapped to her arm, deck in her pocket, she had strayed into what would have been enemy territory. However, it seemed to be the only path she could see.
Cracks of stones and shuffles of footsteps came to her ears, someone else was about. She glared cautiously; perhaps the civilians in the area weren't as carefree as she had hoped. Three men leapt out of various hiding places around her. Saratu growled, far from in the mood to deal with adversaries. She lifted her leg, her boot slamming into the stomach of man on her right. He dropped to the ground, clutching his throbbing abdomen. A second of satisfaction in the counterattack proved only a fatal move, the attacker from behind grabbed her, slipping out a knife and pressing it against her throat. He grinned in his dominant position. Saratu swallowed carefully, a chill of fear running down her spine, she was at the mercy of the duellists of the area and the two surrounding her in particular had already proved how easily they could deal with outsiders.
"You don't seem to be from around here" the man behind her chuckled. "Check her. She has a Duel Disk; she's got to have cards".
Saratu struggled, doing all she could to break free of the foreign grasp. The other's hands began to feel about for pockets; anywhere she could have hidden her cards. The sound of debris tumbling down the wall behind him didn't diverge his attention. The man holding Saratu lifted his eyes, catching the sight of a shadow standing atop the mound.
"What are you up to?" a strong female voice came.
The man quivered in terror, staring up at Nayushi Kasurta glaring down upon them, hands firmly wrapped around her hips. Instantly the pair released Saratu, backing away from her whilst Nayushi's eyes remained fixed upon them.
"We were just trying to get some more cards. We need the money now" the one having held Saratu back pleaded.
"We all need cards and money, none of us have anything. But we're not going to reduce ourselves to stealing from those without a means of fighting back. She's just a girl wandering around, how do you know she's an enemy?" Nayushi shouted back.
"She's got a Duel Disk, we just assumed -" the other answered.
"Then the way would be to duel her to submission. Let me handle this" Nayushi answered, stepping forward. "If she's not an enemy, then you've just tried mugging an innocent civilian. And I won't tolerate it".
Her feet landed on the slanted debris forging the slope downwards towards the men, the second kicking the unconscious partner to awaken in her presence. Being the leader of Team Shinrabanshou was enough for every duellist in the area to fear and respect her. What surprised the enemy was her sex, the team was known widely across Satellite for their ruthlessness, the stereotype gave the impression that their leader was man with a similar build as that from the Daedalus Bridge tale. In a physical fight, she may lack strength against some opponents, but nonetheless, she was the elite leader of the particular area. That fact alone froze Saratu's body; that anyone could become the leader of such a ruthless team.
Nayushi's eyes narrowed, a glare directed towards the men that would send the coldest chill down any man's spine. Together, the three of them fled the scene. Nayushi slid down the mound without any worry, leaping off the mounted trash when she neared the ground, her feet hitting the ground flatly in front of Saratu.
"Thank you" Saratu directed to Nayushi who said nothing, her face without any emotion.
"What's your business here?" she question coldly.
"My name is Saratu Kushiro. I was a member of another team, however, a fight with the leader and I walked out. They discarded me, labelling me a coward. I was tired of the way things worked there" Saratu answered, her eyes having fallen downwards. "I suppose I'm neutral in this war, I have no role other than an outsider now. I'm wondering if those former-team mates will hunt me down".
"'Neutral'?" Nayushi answered, surprise towards Saratu's position evident in her tone, blinking at a loss as to what to do; Saratu was in the area of her team's dominance after all.
Her eyes turned away from the girl, staring at the scene around them, she had been an enemy, she could have made the story of leaving her team as a way to gain entrance and begin her job as a spy. But if she wasn't, then walking away couldn't be an option, to leave her at the mercy of the thugs running around, she hadn't seemed to fight back in the way any other agent of an enemy would be expected to. Nayushi turned back to Saratu, her face moulding into a neutral expression rather than the feared stern glare.
"Come with me. I have a way to solve this problem without abandoning you in a place like this. I have to pass by that certain somewhere on the way to another appointment I have".
Satellite - Sector "K"
On the outskirts of the territory dominated by Team Ichigeki; a man known only as Setsuna strolled whilst on patrol. His experiences were far from ideal. He had been affected by Zero Reverse more than the fast majority of people wandering around the district. He had found himself in the middle of an area demolished by the momentum that had torn through what was now the edge of the city. His first remembrance afterwards was a large black woman named Martha, who had then taken him in and cared for him as she did the young vulnerable children under her wings. His memory before that time had been erased. The kids around that Martha had taken in simply called him "Namesake" until he adopted his current name. Once he regained the strength to depart a few weeks after waking, he left the orphanage and moved out into the district. He joined up with Team Ichigeki, only to learn that shortly afterwards; Team Shinrabanshou had invaded and taken over the area. Learning the news, his blood boiled and his passion for duelling began to alter, his passion became an obsession to become the best, maybe to gain what Zero Reverse had taken from him if he could. On his left arm sat a slightly customized Duel Disk, cards loaded.
Around him, the breeze whistled uneasily followed by the scuffle of footwear. He halted his pacing, turning his body to face any enemy behind him.
"I know someone's there. Come out and face me" he called, words as cold and strict as the personality that had moulded throughout the past years.
Behind him, a small group of duellists emerged, each wielding their own Duel Disk and deck. Each moved further apart from each other, surrounding Setsuna. The Duel Disk on his arm activated, the man standing directly before him copied the movement, drawing the top five cards from his deck.
"Once we're through with you, your team mates are next" he chuckled darkly.
"Fine then" Setsuna growled, drawing the same number of cards. "Duel!"
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Nearby; Aaruntai Muranou also strolled along close to the border of the zone. He ran the fingers of his right hand through his chestnut coloured hair, his hair not too long for his tastes, tidily fashioned despite the lack of a brush for a few days. He tugged on his lilac short-sleeved hoody over his black shirt, never wearing the hood over his head unless rain poured mercilessly. It had been some time since he had encountered any of his comrades, his pace quickened; he was supposed to be on his way to reporting to the team leader, ready to testify of any activity in the area. Days without some form of action passed without a glance back at them; Aaruntai was the kind who wanted to remember every day, to enjoy each morning and night - everything in between - wasting his life away wasn't an option. He smirked while racing along the deserted street.
When the sounds of moaning and yelling reached his ears, his pace slowed drastically, reducing his speed to little more than a complete halt. He looked around curiously, wondering of the origin of the sounds. Despite his usual gentle personality, when he was faced with an enemy, his disposition altered drastically; he would become a ruthless fighter, keeping with that nature, he activated his Duel Disk, glaring around for any sign of an ambush. Reaching the end of the street, he pressed his back against the solid barrier. His neck stretched out, allowing him to glance around the other side of the wall that had blocked any view to his left. There he perceived Setsuna - an ally - the familiar face sent a wave of relief flood through his body. However, ally or not, he was still battling against those that had attacked; the last of the group; a nameless team as far as the brunette could distinguish. He watched from his position in the shadows of the sidelines, waiting for the chance he could reveal himself and head back towards the base with Setsuna.
Setsuna called his final attack, his monster lunging forward and slamming his opponent to the ground beneath. The others began to flee, the final member discarding his damaged Duel Disk and racing after his comrades, yelling at them for their cowardice retreat. Setsuna towered over the Duel Disk, picking it up without hesitation; whilst he removed the cards, Aaruntai emerged from his hiding place, raising a hand".
"Yo, Setsuna" he called with a friendly grin.
Setsuna gave no immediate response, socializing was low on his priorities as a member of a duelling team. He glanced over his shoulder at Aaruntai, his eyes baring no friendly feeling towards the other.
"I'm heading back towards the hideout, I have to report my patrol now that it's over" he mumbled.
"Great, I'll come with you!" Aaruntai called, quickening his pace to a jog after Setsuna.
Once he had reached Setsuna's side, he slowed down to his ally's leisurely pace, pressing the palm of his hand against the back of his head and grinning sheepishly.
"Geez man, you've got to be more careful. How many were there surrounding you?" he asked light-heartedly. "It looked like there may have been five, that's a little harsh, isn't it? Even by the standards of the Pro duellists. Honestly, I'm surprised they didn't bury you; you were showing off quite a bit of your deck. Don't you think that's even a little ignorant? You're not the only member on this team". He took a breath, bringing his other hand to join with his right behind his head, arms bent upwards. "I wonder why everyone's so intent on breaking the unwritten rules of this turf-war. Is it because they're unwritten? But just wait until Rianu hears this, I don't know if he'll be impressed by such a feat or if he'll knock your block off for being so reckless".
Setsuna gave no response; instead he simply closed his eyes, the standard movement to display his annoyance towards Aaruntai. He wanted nothing more than to separate from the light-hearted boy; their personalities were a clash and nothing closer. The sooner they would return to their base where they could be in the presence of their leader; Rianu, the sooner Aaruntai would revert back to the earnest disposition. He hoped.
Satellite - Sector "J"
At the base of the Cerberus Clan; Cameron Hunter stood with his back pressed against the wall behind him, arms folded tightly over his chest. His head tilted downwards, his eyes closed, almost like he was sleeping standing up. Instead, he was focusing over the strategies he could utilize in his deck. His mind wandered to the past, before the days when he would duel with cards, to that fateful incident. Before his mind could wander further, his eyes snapped open and his head began to shake. The past was the past and nothing was going to change either that fact or his position. Confident that the reminder had been drilled into his mind, he exited the base. Close to the doorway to the base; the youngest member of the team: Kyoko Misaki sat atop a small mound of rubble, swinging her feet back and forth out of sheer boredom. Of all the characters involved in the war throughout Satellite, she was - by far - the most energetic and bubbly of the combatants. Across the mounds surrounding the base, an explosion roared, the holographic inferno rising in plain sight for her.
"That must have been Tansho-sama!" she called enthusiastically.
Cameron watched Kyoko hopping about on her make-shift seat, chattering to herself about their leader, how she was glad they were on the same side. She stood from her place, watching out for any signs of their surely-victorious leader, staring out aimlessly with an expression of awed fascination. Cameron felt he couldn't compare to her in airy personalities. When Tansho Hanasaki - the leader of the Cerberus Clan - came into view over the mounds of trash that had built over the course of the previous years, Kyoko's arms waved wildly, calling out to him proudly. She leapt from the top of the pile, landing uneasily upon the ground. Her balance could only last seconds before she tumbled first-down, her head landing on a discarded cushion. Without letting the fall end her rush of high spirits, she leapt up and dashed towards Tansho, walking backwards before him once she had reached him.
"You won another duel, didn't you? Was he tough? Did you get new cards? What about food? Did you get any?" she called enthusiastically. "I want chocolate! Chocolaty chocolate bar! With pretzels in it!"
Her arms began to wave wildly by her sides at the thought of such a treat, her words halted when she began to pant, a habit she had developed to cease breathing whilst talking.
Tansho kept silent throughout the verbal bombardment, waiting for the inevitable pause. When his eyes had seen her hit the ground, his reflexes almost sent him shooting forward, asking her if she was alright. That would only provoke another wave of statements and questions. Instead, he kept his mind focused on having recently won, removing a handful of cards from his trouser pocket.
"He wasn't that strong. Just another practice for my deck, his deck was mainly dragons. Take whatever you want if theirs is anything you feel you need" he answered bluntly, handing the cards to Kyoko.
The response from Kyoko was a whine, moans about the lack of warriors. She pouted when there was nothing that she felt would be useful for her own deck and set them down on the table beside the entrance to the base: an old game shop left in ruins by Zero Reverse. The roof had been torn from the building, the replacement had come from the team's previous leader: pieces of trash fixed together to create a replacement, one which had held for four years since. Tansho laid down his ace-card onto the table close to the deck. A Synchro monster, something not so common amongst the cards that had been uncovered in Satellite. The sight of the white card caught Kyoko's sight, pushing her to her tip-toes and staring at it in awe.
"Whazzat?" she asked faster than the gasp of awe. "It looks cool. So powerful".
She pushed herself away from the table, hopping on the spot in anticipation for another challenge. Tansho's answer hadn't come, but she continued as if she hadn't noticed.
"When do you think we'll get to fight again? It's been a few days since I duelled. I don't want my best cards to get rusty" she called. "I want to see them grab their swords and swing them into the enemy. Make them disappear into bright lights!"
Her arms spread wide over her head, her face filled with wonder. Behind her, the final member of the team returned through the path Tansho had made his way back along, red hair fallen over his right eye. His left staring downwards in regret. A moment of silence passed when his downcast eyes became the focus of the other members, even Kyoko's voice faded into nothing immediately. The duellist halted before Tansho, hanging his head in shame.
"Tansho-sama" he muttered crestfallenly. "I'm afraid I was defeated".
- ZERO REQUIEM -
- NEXT TIME -
Team Resurrection begin their assault on Sector Y. Nayushi and Saratu break from their destination to gather their team-mates. At the same time, the Cerberus Clan investigate the mysterious duellist that had defeated one of their own.
Episode 2 - "Enemy Invasion! Shinrabanshou vs. Resurrection"
- ZERO REQUIEM -
- TEAM STATS -
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TEAM ONE - TEAM SHINRABANSHOU - Nayushi Kasurta, Tamaki Hirato, Saratu Kushiro, Ethan Redfield
TEAM TWO - CERBERUS CLAN - Tansho Hanasaki, Kyoko Misaki, Cameron Hunter, Darko Misimovic
TEAM THREE - TEAM ICHIGEKI - Rianu Takahara, Amaya Haru, Aaruntai Maranou, 'Setsuna'
TEAM FOUR - TEAM RESURRECTION - Sayuri Miko, Kiyoshi Haru, Ojii-chan, Marko Koriake