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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal
Title: Perils of an Open Mind
Characters: Tron, Shark
Word Count: 491||Status: One-shot
Genre: General||Rated: G
Summary: While preparing Shark to be his assassin, Tron finds something he didn't expect.
Tron hummed under his breath as he dug around gleefully in Kamishiro Ryouga's mind. It was an interesting place to redecorate and he wanted to do just that. Not a great deal; people noticed when you utterly trashed something and built anew on top of it. Oddly enough, they tended to get annoyed by that. He didn't know why. Sometimes what was new was so much better than what he'd destroyed. People just couldn't appreciate having fun anymore.
At any rate, he would just change a few things. The window curtains, perhaps, and maybe a picture or two. Just enough so that when Ryouga dueled again, he would think exactly what Tron wanted him to think and do exactly what he wanted him to do. He would be the perfect assassin.
The more he prowled through Ryouga's mind, the more something caught at his attention. There were dark places around here, places that might've warned most people to stay away. Tron casually strolled into the deepest and darkest of them, wondering what secrets the boy kept even from himself. He wasn't surprised to see a few memories that glistened of fire and cries of pain. He stopped to admire those before moving on, wanting to see what else lay hidden within.
The farther back he went, the more he realized that these were memories even Ryouga didn't know existed. Power edged about them, a sharp crystalline gleam that he'd seen in only one place before.
Why is there Barian power here? Tron had seldom encountered anything like this before, and certainly not in this world. It intrigued him. So far as he knew, Ryouga didn't even know Barians existed. There wasn't any way that he could. And yet here that power pulsed, deep where no one could find it.
What could this mean for his plans? If there was any chance that Ryouga could break free, Tron wanted to nip it in the bud. Yet touching this power could also awaken it. If that happened, Ryouga could swat him like a bug without even realizing that he'd done so. The amount of strength that lay coiled here here took his breath away.
Perhaps it would be best just to leave it for the moment. As deeply as it slept within the boy, Tron doubted that it was in any danger of awakening any time soon. When it did wake up, or perhaps if, then he would already have achieved his revenge, and after that, he didn't care what happened to anyone. Kamishiro Ryouga could be a Barian or could be a sunflower for all that Tron cared.
He turned back the way he'd came, checking on the redecorating he'd already crafted, wanting to make certain it was good and solid before he left the boy's mind. Everything appeared in perfect order, by his standards at least.
You shouldn't keep such an open mind, Ryouga. You never know who might walk in.
The End