Duel Academy FanFic.

At one point in time, everyone's wanted to attend the Duel Academy. Its every duelist's dream. Well, now I've attempted to take myself, into the eyes of a teenager, and delve into Duel Academy and view it through the eyes of a teenager who didn't exactly have the best relationship with his father. I give you,: The Academy's Greatest Duelist

Chapter One: The Boy with a dream

There was a nip in the air, the kind that made the hair on the back of your neck raise, as if someone was watching you. The outside of the old and ransacked dormitory building was like he expected. Slifer Red. Ah… This after all, was what he's always wanted. To attend the academy. As he examined the build he noticed the old cement stair case leading up to the top dorm rooms. As he exhaled, a puff of condensation expelled from his mouth. He headed for the stair case, making sure not to trip over the cluttered trash bags that lined the walls of the dorm. Oh yea… Just what he wanted… A lot of pigs… Great. He snuck up the stairs trying his best not to wake anybody from their rest. He'd never been one for sleeping or staying still, so at night, when his family slept, he used to sneak out of his two-story house, and patrol the streets of his neighborhood. So, he was used to being sneaky. As he reached the top of the stairs he noticed four doors. He thought back to what the Chancellor had said…

"The last door on the right, near the woods.", he quoted aloud. He picked up his duffle bag and snuck over to the very end of the building. He set his bag down silently as he rummaged through his hoodie's front pocket.

"Where are those keys…", he growled under his breath, creating another puff of condensation. He felt a cool, metallic texture brush up against his finger tips.

"There you are, you slippery sucker…", He snatched the key from his pocket and examined it. You'd think they'd give him a regular, run-of-the-mill, rusty key. But to his surprise, this key wasn't what he had expected. It was a crimson, blood red key, with a small, black, Japanese symbol at the end of it. He'd have to remind himself to look up what it meant. He fumbled the key in his quivering hands, as he tried to gather his wits. He exhaled again, thinking it would help his nerves settle.

"C'mon… This is what you've always dreamt of…", he said with a long, drawn out sigh to follow. He carefully slid the key into the door's lock, and click! The door unlocked. How very anticlimactic.

"Here we go…", he whispered as he slowly opened his door. To his surprise, it didn't creak, or squeak for that matter.

"Huh. Must've oiled the hinges before I arrived.", he whispered as he exhaled another cloud of condensation. He picked up his bag and slowly made his way into the dorm room. While he was stumbling around his room for a light switch, the door slowly, crept shut, and sealed itself with a slight thud.

"Great… Now I have no light, whatsoever…", he growled. He remembered what his dad had said to him before he left.

"I packed some emergency supplies in your bag while you were off saying goodbye to everyone. I hope they'll be of some use to you.", he left him with a pat on the back. He slowly unzipped his bag, trying to make as little noise as possible, in case someone had inhumanely, great hearing. He rummaged through the contents and felt something different, something cool and cylindrical. He examined it from what appeared to be its metallic handle, to the smooth, glass plane at the end of it.

"Wow, he actually came through. Thanks old man…", he said with a grin that tucked on his lips. He examined it again with what little moonlight that was filtering in to his room. It appeared dark, and sleek with a small rubber button at the very end of it's handle. He was staring down at it, and pressed the button, to his luck, a brilliant light blinded his vision, leaving him stumbling around noisily. When his vision cleared, he could see around the room. It appeared 11x14, a small, but adequate room for just one person. There was a single, full sized bed in the back right corner of it. A desk, directly across from it, and a dresser next to that. At the desk there was, what appeared as the most luxurious chair he'd ever seen. Black leather, and red seam that laced it. Oh yea, it was just his style. He noticed a small, secluded area of the room, it appeared to be a kitchen with a small outlet, that he could only guess was his bathroom. He skimmed the walls and bumped into something hard and wooden, covering his mouth with his free hand, making sure not to yelp from the pain of his stubbed big-toe. He looked down to see a box, labeled: "Priority Mail" on the very top of it. As he continued skimming the wall, his hand came to a halt at what appeared to be a switch. He flipped it, and light filtered into the room.

"Dear god that's bright…", he whined, squinting so he could try to see. As his vision grew accustomed to the light, he made his way to the door, locking it, then pivoting one-hundred and eighty degrees.

"Well… Its 2 AM, my exams to see where I rank as of dueling skills is tomorrow. Great…", he let out a sigh of irritation as he made his way to the kitchen to see if there was any tea.

"Maybe some of Mom's famous tea'll help me sleep.", he said as he rummaged through cabinets and different drawers looking for some tea pouches. An hour went by and he didn't find what he'd so desperately wanted… Ugh… Great. Just great. He made his way to the box that now lay on it's side on the floor.

"So much for handle with care.", he gave a slight chuckle as he picked up the box which easily exceeded three feet in length, and carried it over to his desk, setting it down. He sat down in the office chair, which was just cold enough to make his eyes shoot wide open, as he jumped up with a small howl. He landed back on the chair, hoping to muffle the sound, so he the tump of him landing wouldn't wake anybody up. Still, to no avail, when he landed, sure enough, there was a thump.

"So much for trying to stay quiet and stealthy… Oh well, I guess. The damage has been done.", he said under his breath. He pulled out his pocket knife from his hoodie. The black stainless steel M-Tech Extreme, USA, limited edition… It cost him an entire summer's worth of pay, but he managed to save up for it. Lawn care isn't exactly the most high paying job. But, its the only job for a fifteen year old around his neighborhood. He flipped open the blade, and twirled it around his fingers, then stabbed it into when the box had been sealed, with an expertise that was frightening. He cut open the box from top to bottom. He then set the knife down and opened said box. There was so much foam and bubble wrap, it was like snow had been preserved in the box and had been waiting for him for weeks. He barely stuck his hand an inch into it, when he felt a cool, slick metal under his palm. He grabbed it, and pulled it out of the box, making sure not to spill the snowy contents everywhere. He held in his hands a duel disk, and a new one at that. Stainless, speak steel, shimmered under the over-head light. He placed it on his wrist, and a metal sealing shot out from the sides of it, making itself a fitted wristguard. He pressed a button on it, and it folded into a fitted arm plate, much like a gauntlet.

"Now this, I could get used to…", he said in awe of the sight upon his arm. The cool metal on his arms had found its way to his stomach, cooling his body. His eyes started to flutter as he considered sleep. He had things to do though. He stuck his hand back into the box, and pulled out some clothes. The uniform of the Slifer red. How thoughtful! Not. He wouldn't want to be caught dead in these. I mean really? Red on white? So tacky… He slid from his chair, onto the floor, and crawled over to his duffle bag. He rummaged through it and found what he'd thought be the least thing he needed here. Still, black spray paint is always good to keep handy. He pulled out a white towel from the bag and placed it on the floor. He laid the typical red and white over-coat onto the towel, as he eyed the spray paint.

"Good-bye you eyesore, you.", he almost yelled. He shook the can and sprayed the white streaks that accompanied the red on the shirt. He then picked up the towel and the coat and laid it on the desk. Ha. That'll teach those Slifers that I'm not like the rest of them… He couldn't bare the thought of being in the same dormitory as those pigs. He once again reached into the box and felt a smooth and chilled plastic. He wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it out of the "snow". It was a PDA, complimentary of the academy. He placed it on the towel face down, and spray painted the back of it black.

"Just how I like it, haha.", he gave a light chuckle as he re-taped the box and place it under his bed. He rummaged through his bag and found his deck box. He flipped open the top and shook the deck into his hand. He slid his deck into the deck-zone on his duel-disk. He slipped off his black long-sleeved shirt and lay down on his bed, after turning off the over-head light.

"Just you wait Duel Academy… I'll show you the strength of the connection between my deck and I…", he whispered just before he nodded off to a deep sleep.