Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal, but I do own Hilda and Shady.
PS: I'm new to Fanfiction, and this is my first fanfic EVER. Criticism is welcome, but please take it easy on me with it...
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Yuma Tsukumo ran down the school corridor, nearly knocking the books out of his own hands. He did not want to get another three hours of detention for being late to class again.
Oh man, oh man! Yuma thought. I can't keep being late to biology class! If this keeps up and I get more detention, my sister and grandma are gonna kill me! Yuma glanced at the clock over the science room door. 10:04. He literally had one minute to get to class. However, he didn't notice the girl until it was too late. The two smashed right into each other, toppling to the ground and dropping their books.
"Oww... I-I'm so sorry.. I should've been paying more attention." The girl brushed herself off and picked her textbooks up. Yuma notice they were exactly like his.
"It's fine... You don't happen to be going to biology class, do you?" Yuma asked. The girl nodded and stuck her arm out.
"Yes, I am. My name is Hilda Goldenreiner."
Yuma shook Hilda's hand lightly and smiled.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Yuma Tsukumo... Say, are you new here?" Yuma looked into Hilda's eyes. They were blue, and they rivaled the color of the actual sky. Her hair was scarlet red, and perfectly straight and silky.
"Yes," she replied. Hilda was extremely cautious, continuously looking around and taking in the scenery. Yuma appeared to be in thought when Hilda looked up at him. Finally, he spoke.
"I suppose you need a guide around the school, then?" he suggested. Hilda nodded enthusiastically and smiled. "Alright, then follow me!" Yuma grabbed Hilda's hand and dragged her around the corner, took a right, and stopped right in front of the biology room. Hilda nearly dropped her books as Yuma opened the door.
"Aww, such a gentlemen," Hilda joked and giggled. Yuma laughed and walked in, sitting at his desk. He glanced up at the clock. It was 10:09. The teacher walked up to his desk, a glare on his face.
"You're late again, Tsukumo," he said.
"I know but," Yuma tried to explain, but was cut off by his angered teacher.
"No, no excuses! I'm tired of them, Yuma! I'm just going to start sending a detention slip to your next class every day!" he yelled. All eyes were on Yuma, who was bright red. He wasn't used to being yelled at. Hilda noticed and raised her hand. When the teacher didn't notice, she spoke up herself.
"Sir?" Hilda began. The teacher looked up and saw her.
"Have I seen you here before?" he asked.
Hilda simply shook her head. "I'm new here. Please, don't punish Yuma. He was just showing me around. See, I got lost, and we both happened to be going to this class... so I asked him to show me the way. We got into a chatter and lost count of time," Hilda explained. The teacher was lost for words. "Please don't punish him. It's my fault. I'm sorry, Yuma..." Hilda looked up at him. Yuma was wide-eyed and shocked at what the red-haired girl had said.
"I-It's fine, Hilda," Yuma whispered. Hilda smiled, relieved she hadn't blown their newfound friendship already. The teacher seemed to forget about the situation all together and went back to his desk to continue teaching.
Suddenly, Astral came out of Yuma's key. The glowing ghost startled him as he asked the curious question of his. "Who is this new girl, Yuma?" Astral asked, floating beside his friend.
"Not now, Astral. This isn't a good time," Yuma whispered. Astral seemed to understand and returned back to the key. After all, he didn't want to be a burden.
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Yuma sat down where he normally at at lunch. Tori and Bronk, his best friends, sat on either side of him. None of them spoke for a while. Finally, Bronk picked up his fork, but only to poke the meat glob on his tray with it. He didn't put it anywhere near his mouth. "How can they expect us to eat this slop?" Bronk whined. Tori giggled and looked at her friends, a flash of being superior in her eyes. That's when Yuma noticed Tori didn't have a tray in front of her.
"Where's your lunch?" Yuma asked. "Didn't you go through the line?"
"Nope, I brought mine." Tori pulled up a pink lunch box with purple squiggles on it from under the table. Yuma and Bronk watched closely as she took out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a small bag of sour cream and onion chips out of it. Tori giggled when she saw the two boy's mouths watering, practically making a puddle of drool on the table.
"That looks so good," Yuma whispered.
"Pft, of course you'd drool over a sandwich."
Yuma, Tori, and Bronk whirled around, startled. Reginald, or Shark by nickname, was standing behind them, that blank expression of his on his face.
"Well, duh I did! Do you even see the stuff they try to feed us?" Yuma shot off at him.
"Yeah, that's why I bring my lunch, genius." Shark rolled his eyes as he said this. "Honestly, you and eats-a-lot over there need to start thinking outside the box to get better food." With that, Shark was gone.
"He can be such a jerk," Tori muttered. She took a bite of her sandwich, then promptly put it down. "Shark made me loose my apatite..."
"Can I have your lunch then?" Bronk asked.
Tori shoved it to her left and past Yuma. "Take it," she whispered.
"Alright! Lunch is served for real!" Bronk started shoveling food into his mouth, not even noticing Tori and Yuma's disgusted faces.
"Just don't chow down my lunch box with it," Tori muttered. Yuma broke out laughing. Bronk almost did, but halted himself so he wouldn't choke.
"Whatever," Bronk muttered with a mouthful of food.
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Shark was walking home from visiting his sister at the hospital. He missed having Rio around with him, especially since their dad was a big-time druggie who took his anger out on the kids when he was drunk. It supposedly made him "feel better" to know someone else in the house had to go through the same kind of pain he did.
"Tch. If he would just stay off those stupid drugs in the first place, he wouldn't have a 'reason' to beat on us," Shark muttered. He kicked a pebble across the driveway as he walked up to his apartment's front door. They were in the lowest level because their dad often didn't pay the rent for the higher areas. He spent all the money on beer, alcohol, and cigarettes. (Which is a lot considering the fact they have such pricey cloths and furniture pieces.)
Shark kicked the pebble again. It hit the door with a smack, then rolled back a little. He pulled out the key and unlocked the door, stepping in. Shark looked around. His dad was no where in sight. "That's a relief," Shark sighed. It was rare his dad was gone, but when he was it was usually for a few days and completely unexpected. Complete bliss for the purple haired boy.
Suddenly, there was a loud, continuous pounding on the door. Shark opened it, but saw no one. He glanced down and widened his eyes slightly.
On the ground lay a duel card.
"Huh?" Shark picked it up slowly. He was about to turn it over, but stopped, remembering what had happened last time he did that. The power of Leviathan Dragon had gone to his head. But that was just a duel, one he'd lost. Yuma had defeated him fair and square with Number 39, Utopia. It had been a virtual thing that was now in the past and no longer mattered.
Curiosity got the better of him. Shark flipped the card, which revealed itself to be Number 32: Marine Biting Dragon Shark Drake. A dark aura was imbued in the card. It started floating up Shark's arm. He tried letting go of it, but even trying to drop the card didn't work. It was as though it defied gravity all on its own. The aura traveled up farther, then surrounded Shark completely. Shark fell to his knees, shaking.
No, no! Not again! Shark thought. Shark Drake wouldn't leave him alone, and he'd had problems with the large dragon before.
Yes, Reginald. Let the Number take hold, Shark Drake roared inside his head, giving him a massive headache.
"Don't call me that! I go by Shark now!" Shark said out loud. He put his hands in his hair and gripped it tightly, trying to force Shark Drake out of his head. However much he resisted, Shark Drake entered the young boy, driving him insane. Finally, the aura could no longer be seen. Shark stood up, staring at the Number Card in front of him. It felt as though all emotion had left the boy. A smiled played on Shark's face as he cackled evilly. To anyone who would've seen him, it would've become plainly obvious that Shark Drake had possessed Shark. Shark Drake took him over and made his every move. The real Shark, however, was still screaming inside his own head. Still screaming that he didn't want this, but it was too late. Shark Drake walked Shark back into the apartment and glared.
Glared and smiled insanely as he shut the door...
