Duel 1
(Momoya's Point of View)
"Is she asleep?"
"Looks like she is."
"Uh oh, look at Instructor Suoh*."
"Miss Ichiyami, wake up!"
A yawn escaped from my mouth. Sitting up slowly, I swept back strands of my short, violet hair behind my ear. Glancing up, I saw Suoh, Class 2-A's English literacy teacher, staring down at me.
"Was your nap a good one, Momoya Ichiyami?" Suoh asked, the tone in her voice not changing. I could tell it was rhetorical.
"Honestly, this is your third day of school and this is another time I've caught you sleeping during class."
I looked at her with my tired eyes. "Another time?"
"The fifth time to be precise." Sayuki Umashiro whispered and shook her head.
"Sorry..." I mumbled.
A snicker was heard. I noticed a few of the girls were giggling, and so were some of the boys. A quick glower from Sayuki and silence ensued. The signs of a faint smile fell upon her. I mouthed a silent 'thanks' and fell asleep once again.
...
"Again with that combo, Mo?"
Again with that combo, my butt. I was playing with Sayuki during free period with our favorite game.
Duel Monsters.
Only on a tabletop, though, since I forgot my Disk. Again.
"I can't help it. I'm still trying to create new strategies." Looking downcast, I set down a card. I stole a glance at my side of the field:
Howl of the Wild was activated not long ago. Same with Poison Fangs.
I had summoned King of the Beasts last turn and Synchro Summoned Naturia Beast. As addition to Naturia Beast's strength, I equipped Black Pendant to it, for a total of 2700 Attack power.
Now my eyes were scanning her side of the field:
Two Charmer monsters - Wynn and Aussa - both in Familiar Possessed forms. Each with an Attack of 1850. They whittled and chiseled at my Life, bringing it down to a measly 200 while Sayuki's was at 3400 Life Points.
Exactly how was my combo the same?
"Looks like I haven't got a choice left. I attack Wynn with King of the-!"
"NO!"
I fell out of my chair in slight shock. I sat up and looked over at Sayuki. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"Oh for crying out loud! We're in high school and yet you still threaten to cry like you did when we were kids?" I scowled at her. Her lower lip quivered slightly.
"Idunwanmamunstorsdestahh!" I shook my head. Not this blubbering speech again. Since you don't understand Sayuki's talk, she's currently begging for mercy.
"Stop complaining!" I gave an unamused expression. "In the real world of Duel Monsters, Duelists don't show mercy just because your favorite comrade is being attacked!"
Just by looking at my monsters, I had a feeling that they were beginning to look uneasy.
"You know you can always forfeit, since you only have two of your friends on the field and no support cards to back them up..."
Sayuki sighed at my comment. She knew I was right. Because of her carelessness she forgot to add another line of defense.
She looked up at me and spoke, "I hope they can forgive me..." A sigh escaped me. Sayuki treasured those cards; they were her friends, aside from me.
"Then I attack Wynn with King of the Beasts. In addition, Poison Fangs activates."
Sayuki Umashiro - 2000 LP
Momoya Ichiyami - 200 LP
Now was the finishing blow. "Activate Wild Nature's Release."
Naturia Beast's original Attack looked as though it doubled due to the Spell Card and the Equip card.
"I see. Up to 4400." Sayuki smiled weakly as both Charmers were sent to the Graveyard.
Sayuki Umashiro - 0 LP
Momoya Ichiyami - 200 LP
"That's a wrap!" I exclaimed and shuffled my cards together.
"You're even good without your Disk, Momoya."
An underclassmen spoke up. "As expected of the top 2nd year No. 1 Duelist!"
"Amazing!"
Several students from Class 1 - D crowded around. It was almost suffocating.
"Make me your pupil!"
"I wanna learn from upperclassman Ichiyami!"
"We think you should enter Duel Monster Events!"
"Whoa whoa whoa. She's busy enough as it is! Don't go giving her peer pressure." Sayuki tucked her Deck away with a pout-like scowl.
"That's very thoughtful, everyone. But if I were to enter in a tournament, I'd do it for respect." I commented. "And I'm not incredibly good like you guys think."
"Mo-!"
"Anyway, school ends in less than 45 seconds, so I've got to go home and get ready for work." I spoke as I lifted my hand for silence.
(The sound of school bells chiming)
"Work?" Sayuki questioned as we walked down the block. "Since when have you had a job?"
"The cleaning, remember? That job's precious to me since Dad taught me everything for it." I stopped walking and looked down at my feet. My everyday shoes were scuffed up already.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that." She looked over in my direction. "How about I help you make some melonpan. That'll make you feel better." Sayuki grasped my wrist and was dragging me.
"Oh. No thanks. I've got to get the back yard of it in shape." I spoke as I looked over at her. Sayuki's been my only childhood friend and I've known her since we were first years of junior high school.
"Alright then. I'll see you tomorrow at school."
I nodded. "Yeah. Later!" I waved goodbye as she turned down the walk towards the direction of her abode.
OoooooOoooooOoooooO(Third Person)
Tall skyscrapers stood and loomed overhead. The scenery of the city of Heartland could be seen from every window that looked out on the erected buildings. Half past 3 pm, the chime of bells rang throughout the city.
At a building towards the west, a figure stared out the glass that touched from ceiling to floor. The figure, a boy no older than 15, slowly rested the palm of his right hand against it. His emerald green eyes gave a lustrous shine, and his semi-curly salmon colored hair made him stand out. His clothing was unique and the color choice consisted of various hues of red and shades of golden fabric with grayish white elegant sleeves with matching pants and a pair of pinkish brown boots that almost reached his knees. His creamy complexion reflected from the glass pane as he gazed outside.
A sigh passed through his lips as he pulled a card from his Deck with his free hand and looked at it.
"It's stuffy in here. I think you'd agree, too, Aztec Mask Golem." the boy heaved another sigh as he looked back out. Suddenly, an unseen hand from above snatched the card from the boy's hand.
"Oi, you're talking to yourself, brat." a smug voice rang. The owner of the voice was a young man, much like the boy, but a couple years older. He had vibrant hair colors - a raspberry back which stuck out in an upward and downward way and long blonde bangs in the front. His eyes were a color very close to a reddish violet. A cross-like scar went from above his right eye down to the right side of his cheek, his skin tone being a light tan. His clothing looked very much like the younger boy's, though his top was longer and the rest made it look like a waist-length coat with hues of yellow and his boots that reached his knees were black with laces.
"Brother, give it back!" the younger boy then tried to reach it and the older boy raised his arm higher and looked at it. "Your face is priceless, kid!" he laughed. III, said younger boy, got slightly red in the face as he tried grasping his treasured card back into his custody. "I'm not a kid anymore, Brother!"
"Sure you aren't. You can so get this treasure of yours with your height!"
"That's enough, IV!" a new voice spoke. Hearing him being call, IV cringed and lowered his arm. III swiped the Aztec Masked Golem card from the older boy's lightly tan, long fingers.
"V..." IV glanced over his shoulder. V was quite a tall man, though he was seated on one of the couches, a book in hand. His complexion was a pale cream color and piercing, deep azure eyes. His hair was long and reached his calves; it was a shade of bluish grey with a few lavender bangs and a single bright blue bang. He was slender, much like the other two and his attire was very similar to IV's, though his choice of colors was an indigo shade and wore long slacks and a pair of heeled boots.
"You are fully aware that you are not to tease III. It's completely unnecessary." he spoke as he flipped a single page as he glared at his middle brother.
"Brother V!" the salmon-haired boy looked over at V.
"Tch..." IV looked away, a sneer on his face. "Don't butt in."
A suffocating silence followed with tension straining it. III then slipped his prized card back into his Deck and quickly left the room and the door closed behind him.
"III." a young voice spoke from behind. The young boy turned his head and looked down. A child, much younger looking, grasped III's hand, his single golden eye staring up into his green eyes. Half of his face was hidden behind a mask, where only his right eye and mouth could be seen. Long, faded blonde hair was pulled into a low braid that draped over his right shoulder.
"Tron..."
"Something wrong, III?" Tron tilted his head slightly, his mouth molding into a frown and his braid swaying. "Just a little tired," III sighed. "They're fighting again. Well, IV is."
Tron glanced over in the room. IV was gripping V's collar, rage coloring his face. V was easily prying IV's hands off with an extremely cold stare. Tron then released III's hand and stepped towards the door, it opening and he entered.
"You two shouldn't be fighting." His gaze moved over to IV, who flinched.
"I have something that only III and IV can accomplish at the moment."
"You have a task?" III asked.
Tron nodded, "I was meaning to say it, but I almost forgot about it after watching my cartoons." V then looked back into his book, his expression not changing.
IV scoffed. "Sounds like an errand if you ask me. I bet it's useless, just like III."
"I'm not useless!"
"Enough!" Tron shouted. IV just looked over at him, his brows knitted together.
Tron spoke again, folding his arms as he stepped over to the glass and looked out at Heartland.
"On the west side of the city, there is a cottage near a temple. A friend of mine happens to have been holding onto something of use that will help in the future." He turned his gaze away from the window.
"Go to this address and ask for a Hirota Ichiyami."
Tron then handed a slip of information to III, who read it carefully.
"Let's go, kid." IV grumbled and stormed out of the room.
III followed him, mumbling "I'm not a kid." as he walked.