Hallo, everyone. I know that I shouldn't be writing another story since I hardly ever update the other ones but this idea has been bothering me for a long time…
Do you remember the Yu-Gi-Oh! GX episode, season two, I believe, when Zane was losing all of his duels? Well, I thought; what if he had one fan that stayed with him, even in the downfall? T.T it's not as lame as it sounds.
My OC, Amy, has been to every single one of his duels. She isn't obsessed with him but she thinks that a famous guy like Zane would never notice a girl like her. She does seem obsessed but she's not. Just shocked, surprised, and honored.
Amy is not a duelist! I'm not very good at writing duels (I think) so if you want one, write it for me. :P (I will give you all the credit for it) I do need one because it goes along with the plot (please help me!)
I know I already have a story with an Amy in it but I couldn't help it…I just love that name!
Summary: Zane is losing everything. He's losing his duels, his job, his friends and almost all of his fans. Enter Amy, an eccentric Zane fan who's been to every single one of his duels. She's not just his only fan, she's the biggest. ZaneOC set during second season.
Rating: T for sexual suggestions, and language…for now. Rating may go up later. Just depends on the feedback.
Genre: A little bit of everything, I guess. Humor, Romance, tinsy bit of Horror (later on), Angst, and Drama as the main categories.
Guide:
'Thoughts.'
"Talking."
Emphasized words will be italized.
Flashbacks will be italized and not introduced.
MY FIRST Yu-Gi-Oh! GX FIC!!! (congrats, me…)
The random fox of dani does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. She only claims right to Amy and the plot.
Chapter 1
--Zane's Biggest Fan--
Zane frowned faintly as his opponent summoned Jinzo, a powerful fiend with 2400 attack points. Zane's current hand was pathetic, a mere trap card, a weak two star monster, and his favorite card, Cyber End Dragon, which he could not use since there were no monsters on his field to sacrifice.
"I place this card face down and summon Little Chimera in defense mode."
Scornful whispers filled the half empty stadium.
"What the hell is he doing?" a voice said on Zane's far left. Another answered saying, "I bet he doesn't know. I don't know why I bother coming to his duels; he loses every one. That's why I always bet on the other guy."
A few people just got up and left, "Some duel. Zane's hit rock bottom."
"Boo!" someone yelled, and threw some popcorn onto the dueling arena, obviously aimed at Zane.
Zane closed his eyes. It was becoming a routine; his fans, even the girls who claimed to be his future brides, had begun to leave because of his losses. He hadn't minded it that much but….
Those who stayed jeered and threw random objects and insults at him. They never failed to tell him how much he sucked, how much of a loser he was. He tried to ignore it but it was to no avail. The jeering would get louder, and he almost got a concussion from a glass bottle at his last duel. There was still a small lump on the back of his head.
"C'mon Zane! Show them wrong! Yeah, use that face down card!" a new, feminine voice called. It was coming from behind him.
"Don't give up yet! I know you got something up your sleeve!" it said encouragingly.
"Feh, yeah right. Face it, Amy; Zane sucks." A boy snickered.
"Shut up, Hiro!" said the girl indignantly.
Zane wanted to turn around but he saved what little dignity he had left and said, somewhat evenly, "It's your turn."
His opponent laughed mockingly, "You've got only one fan left, Zaney boy. Admit it, you have it rock bottom."
"Don't listen to him, Zane! You can do it!" the girl shouted.
"Get on with it, Takeshi." Zane said tolerantly.
"Eager for another loss? Fine with me! I summon Kattapillar to the field, and because it's a forest type, it takes out your Chimera!"
"Not so fast, you've activated my Trap-"
The girl groaned as Takeshi laughed, "Did you forget Jinzo's special ability? It destroys any of your traps!"
Zane cringed, he did forget…
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The few people that were in the stadium grumbled angrily as they left, complaining to the manager that they wanted refunds. The manager bravely stood his ground against the livid crowd saying tediously, "I'm sorry, but we don't give refunds."
Zane sighed warily. A small gang of three boys slunk up to him, the leader cracked his knuckles and glared at Zane, "I wasted my money watching your crummy ass duel and I want a refund."
The leader of the group wasn't as tall as Zane but he was very muscular looking. His face was set at what looked like a permanent leer, "That guy over there said that there were no refunds but we'll just take what you got, since it's your fault for being a loser."
Zane frowned slightly but said nothing.
The guy growled. His cronies flexed their puny biceps, "Fork up the cash, Truesdale."
"Hiro!" A familiar voice screeched.
The four boys turned their heads and Hiro muttered something under his breath that sounded oddly like, "…crazy psycho bitch…"
Said crazy psycho bitch was marching toward them angrily. Her dark brown hair waved around behind her and her dark green cargos made a soft flopping sound as she walked. Her black jacket flared behind her menacingly and her green eyes flashed behind her glasses as she strode up to Hiro. Hiro's cronies muttered blatant obscenities nervously.
"Hiro! How dare you talk to Mr. Truesdale that way!"
She stopped at a slanted angle from Hiro and Zane. She had her hands on her hips and eyes flashing with anger.
"Mr. Truesdale?" Hiro laughed spitefully.
The girl blushed and made a cat-like hissing sound. Hiro stopped laughing almost immediately and said rigidly, "What do you want, Amy?"
"I want you to quit harassing Mr. Truesdale. It's not nice."
"I will when he gives me my money."
She made a peculiar sound, as if something was stuck in her throat and stepped up to Hiro, "Your money? You know God damn well there are no refunds, and it's your fault you spent your money."
"Che, wasted not spent. And what do you mean my fault? I was expecting a duel."
"And you saw one, now leave because the custodians need to clean and your big ass is in the way."
"I'm not leaving without my money." Hiro said brutally, ignoring her baited comment.
He pushed her aside and she fell down at an odd angle, scraping her left hand against the rough carpet. She whimpered softly as her hand began to bleed profusely, but she ignored it and looked for her glasses. They had flown off in her fall and even though they weren't very far from her, just a little to her left, she couldn't find them.
Hiro grabbed the collar of Zane's white and blue Obelisk jacket and lifted him up with an almost inhuman strength and snarled in his face, "Give me my money!"
Amy abandoned her futile attempt to find her glasses and, instead, got up and slapped Hiro in the face solidly, causing Hiro to let go of Zane who fell on the floor. Her blood had smeared his face and he touched his slapped cheek in alarm and awe.
"Your money's so fucking important, then fine! Here's your goddamn money!" She thrust a twenty in Hiro's hand. He stared at the blood covered twenty.
"Come on guys," he said finally and they left quietly.
Amy held out her uninjured hand to Zane. Or at least where she thought he was. Her hand was off by a foot. She looked at the floor and said shyly, "I'm sorry about Hiro and his…friends. It must look really stupid for a girl to stick up for a guy."
Zane saw her glasses and picked them up. He took her hand and stood up, practically towering over her. She was about a head shorter then he was.
He held out his hand, palm open, with her glasses lying on his hand. She must not have seen her glasses because she didn't make a move to take them. How bad was her eyesight?
"I have your glasses…"
She blushed and held out her hand. The other lay at her side and bled freely on the floor making a soft drip drip sound.
"I have very bad eyesight, as you've probably noticed," she explained softly as she put them on, "I'm virtually blind without them"
"I see…" Zane said.
"…"
"…"
They stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. The awkward pause was broken Amy said uncomfortably, "Uh, well, bye."
"Wait," Zane reached out and grabbed her hand. She hissed and pulled it away. He stared at her in confusion as she cradled her bleeding hand, "I'm sorry. It's very sensitive..."
"Oh…" he stared at the blood on his hand.
"Um…if there's nothing you need, I'll be going. Hopefully I'll see you at your next duel."
She turned and walked away. Her boots made soft scraping sounds on the carpet indicating that she dragged her feet a little.
"Uh, wait!"
Amy stopped and turned around, "Yeah?"
"Amy was it?" he asked.
She blushed, "Yes…I'm surprised you remembered."
"You're my only fan, how could I forget?"
Amy smirked conceitedly, as if she had a different persona, "The real question is, how could you not forget? I leave that effect on people. I'm so awesome. And I'm your biggest fan, not just only."
"…?" His puzzled expression made her chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I…do that a lot. Some people call me conceited but I call myself self-assured." She laughed softly, staring at a miniscule puddle of blood.
A light pink tinge appeared on his cheeks, "Do you want to get some coffee?"
"Huh?" she said blankly.
"Do you want to get some coffee…with me?" he repeated slowly.
"With you? Zane Truesdale? The Zane Truesdale? Hell yes!" she exclaimed animatedly.
"Oh wow…this is totally awesome! Coffee, with you?! It's like a friggin' miracle! I've had fantasies about something like this forever but…I never really expected this to happen!" Amy babbled uncontrollably.
Zane was surprised from her outburst of excitement and even more surprised when she stopped with an enormous gasp, "I'm so sorry! I must seem like a creepy fan girl, but I'm not, really! I just…you're just so cute and nice. And your duels are breathtaking! I've been to all of your duels! I love your Cyber End Dragon. You're a brilliant strategist! Anyway, I never expected someone like you to notice to someone like me. And now you're talking to me and you even invited me to get coffee with you!"
Zane stared at her. She was talking too fast for him to comprehend. She slumped, though, and sighed miserably, "Too bad I can't stand coffee…it's so gross."
"…You don't have to get coffee," he said finally.
She brightened visibly, "Okay! Just let me call my mom, I don't want her to worry."
"I'll be right back," Zane said. "I've got to change."
"Okay!" she said happily while holding a flip phone, "I'll wait here."
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Zane sighed as he set his duel disk and deck on one of the rickety tables in the changing rooms. The table groaned in protest, but held the extra weight.
Due to his lack of wins, the duels he managed to get were with lower level opponents and a lower level dueling arena came with the lower level opponents, thus, a lower level shower room.
Zane took off his Obelisk uniform thoughtfully. He remembered when some of his old 'friends' from the Obelisk dorm confronted him after his third loss,
"You're not fit to wear the Obelisk uniform!"
He ignored them, of course. Maybe his losses were flukes. Maybe the opponents cheated. Maybe the duels were rigged. After his sixth loss he considered that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't fit to wear the uniform anymore.
Zane shook his head. Thought filled doubts clouded his mind but they disappeared as soon as the lukewarm water rained upon his back. It was best not to think of anything except the short, cheerful girl who was waiting for him excitedly, his biggest and only true fan, on the other side of the door.
-----chapter 1 end
Please Review! Give me feedback, preferably positive but negative is okay I guess. If you flame me, give me a good, legitimate reason why. And please spell correctly, I'll laugh my ass off if you diss me about my story when you can't even spell.
It depends on the reviews, but if I get a few positive reviews I'll update faster. Actually, this probably could've been a one-shot. Anyway, if I get a whole bunch of reviews that say "Great story, update soon!" I'll do the opposite. Okay, it's great, but how? What did you like? What did you not like? Do you think Zane was OOC? I need stuff like that.
If I have grammar mistakes, show me and tell me what they are because people tell me that I have them all the time but I don't know where what's wrong. I'm not very good at catching my own mistakes, which reminds me…
I'm not very good at catching my mistakes, which is why I NEED A PERMANENT BETA!!! I need someone who is on almost everyday, or every other day. My updates are slow and unpredictable but when I say, 'please look this over'; I'm expecting it to be looked over. I'm not trying to sound pushy or anything but I want to try to get it posted ASAP. Anyone one willing is welcome. Preferably, I'd like someone with Yahoo so we can talk easier. She, or he, must be familiar with Fruits Basket because I'm also writing for that category.
Ideas are appreciated and welcome!
----dani's random fox
Spread the randomness, my friends, the randomness that blooms into the forever dark abyss…
In the future, I will refer to Zane having dark blue hair and eyes. If anyone objects to this, tell me what color it should be.
February 3, 2007