Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Verizon (in later chapters) or really any major industries.
Rated for bad language, possible fight scenes and possible lemons. Might change the rating to be lower if they dont happen.
Also, almost every original character is based off of someone or a few real people. If you want, we can make a game of it. Tell me, how much or what specifically you think is real about the main OC and her friends and I will respond with a yes or no answer at the bottom of the next chapter. You can do it via review or via personal message. Just dont forget to tell me what you think of the story.
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Chapter 1
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"It doesn't matter Mr. Kaiba. You may be a special professor in this university, but we have no one else who can do it. You are still an employee at this academy, And thusly, you have certain obligations-"
"I can quit at any time. I do recall you begging me to join your staff only three years ago, and since then the grants and funding for this university have gone through the roof. If you really expect me to do some foolish task like babysitting some spoiled girl, you're sadly mistaken." Kaiba Leaned back defiantly in his chair. At the ripe age of 28, and still the lead in holographic and virtual technologies, Kaiba had been the Tokyo university's head of technology professor for the last three years, passing on his innovative knowledge and methods to the best and brightest the country had to offer. How could they even think about making him do such a menial task?
"I'm sorry you feel that way Mr. Kaiba." The dean started, fixing the papers in front of him calmly, letting Kaiba know he had something up his sleeve. "But if that is the case, and you do decide to leave over such a small task, I'm afraid we cant keep looking the other way as your younger brother brings down our standards." Kaiba narrowed his eyes. So that was the game they were playing. He had to pull many strings to get his brother an attendance in the university, studies and learning not among the youth's favorite activities.
"You'll pay for that." He said standing and reaching his arm out for the file the dean was about to put away. The elder man smiled coyly as he passed the packet to a disgruntled Kaiba.
"Her Name is Caleeya. She's from America. As you can see, her file is quite extensive." The man wasn't kidding. The girl had been bounced around for the last three years from one famous university to another. The country and price didn't seem to matter. She had been everywhere.
"Why does she need an escort?" He asked. It was highly unusual for them to have anyone escorted for any reason. The old man shifted in front of him.
"Well, you see, she has been having difficulties adapting to the many schools she has attended over the last few years. She needs someone with the authority to work with her and adjust her schedule to fit her needs. She has been to so many colleges and universities, her exact academic grades and scores are unknown. We wouldn't know where to place her off the start." Ah, and he was the only one able to asses her, having the most knowledge in the most fields. It made sense. What didn't make sense was...
"It isn't like you or the rest of the university to accept a problem student. That is, at least the impression that I'm getting." He said, flipping through her transcripts. She hadn't completed a single course. He turned the page again and stopped. "What... You requested her? Specifically?" He wasn't aware of another student ever being requested specifically except for him.
"Yes. She is... a business woman of sorts. She owns her own small business that she started by herself in high school. She hand crafts and designs her own jewelery and fashion from classic chain mails from around the world... Byzantine, Persian, English, even Japanese. She's made several outfits for many pop stars the world round. But that's not all. Her father is a big name in the specifics of air surveillance and modification of the technology that makes it possible. He spoke here not long ago and is a wonderful name for the college to be associated with." So that was it. They wanted to use her to get to her father.
"Why hasn't she completed a single course?" he asked, looking over her numbers again.
"Well, she... she tends to just up and leave. I'm not sure if she's bored of the material, or just a very flighty student, but I do know she isn't the easiest to get along with." The man sat, sighing and holding his forehead. "So... Can you do it?" He seemed tired and Kaiba suddenly did as well. He took a page from the mans book and sighed as well, turning and glancing out the window.
"Not like I have a choice now, do I?" It was an acceptance of the task, and it was the best the man would get. They both knew it and he smiled. He would have shook the young CEO's hand, but the boy had turned and left already.
Kaiba tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the new special student to arrive. He wasn't informed how she looked, but was given her schedule and told he would know her when he saw her. He got many stares and comments from many students filtering about, but ignored them as usual. It wasn't like him not to be in his office or department, but it also wasn't unheard of. Her class was set to start at one, but come five past she still hadn't shown up to the designated meeting spot. He decided to move to the class room, wondering if she had forgotten, or just took off before even starting her classes this time.
"... to the death of Pang Tong, as he was mistakenly murdered instead of his lord, Liu Bei-" Kaiba entered in the middle of the opening lecture, but someone had raised their hand, cutting off the teacher. "Um, There will be time for questions later." He said momentarily pausing, but giving the interrupter enough time to speak.
"Actually, Pang Tong wasn't killed in lieu of Liu Bei. He was killed by an assassination attempt on he himself in 214 AD, at the age of 36. You're sourcing the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where Pang Tong took Liu Bei's horse as a gift to ride ahead and an ambush for Liu Bei caused his death. It's a classic, and a great story, but only a story." The girl corrected. "Also a novice mistake. I didn't come here to learn what I already know, let alone to have it told wrongly." She rose and Kaiba knew immediately that she was who he was looking for.
"Caleeya." He called and the girl who had spoken out glanced up. Kaiba beckoned her out of the classroom and she followed with her things in tote. "Obviously the level of this class is too low for you." He observed. The girl rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Unfortunately it's the highest level of class I haven't tried yet. This sucks. This was supposed to be my fun class." He rose his brow and glanced down at her. Han Dynasty's fall into the War of the Three Kingdoms was her fun class? He shook his head. Whatever. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting her into a class she wouldn't complain about.
" Well, Ms. Needon," He started, reading off her last name, then reached out a hand to shake hers. It was a formality he was forced to endure. "My name is-"
"Please. You really think I cant tell? Your logo is practically plastered all over you. It's too obvious to even try." So she knew who he was, but she was odd. She didn't fawn over him, which was nice, but she also didn't seem to hate him. She just seemed frustrated.
"Right. Lets try and find you a class you can fit into." He said, but she seemed disinterested.
"You can try." He could tell why the dean said she was difficult. She was smart. He couldn't tell how much just yet, but she was smart.
"How many colleges have you been through?" He asked, but she rolled her eyes again.
"Listen, I know you're trying to be nice and shit, but don't. I know you have a copy of my transcripts and probably know better than me. I've lost count. So cut the crap. You're not famous for being nice. I'm not partial to playing along with fake bullshit. Honestly, I'm good enough at what I do that I can just retire today. I only choose to further myself because everything else seems boring." Kaiba paused. He had felt that way many times. His higher ability and intellect setting him apart and above the rest of the world around him. He accomplished more than many of his own teachers by the time he was fifteen. Life seemed duller from the top. There was no where to go anymore, and so many things he had already done that any bucket list would seem like a joke.
"I just want to know what you want to study so we can get this over with." He said plainly. He was cutting the bull of PR and moving straight to his usual self. It felt nice not to pretend anymore. He could just be himself.
"Everything. The highest courses you offer." She said just as plainly. He smirked.
"Looks like we'll be spending more time together than." He was obviously patting himself on the back for having the highest requirements of accreditation in the university, but she rolled her eyes again.
"Joy." Her voice sounded as she looked off to the side and let him lead her. She followed him to a large computer lab and he sat in one of the seats, typing something into it before glancing back at her.
"My classes are not easy. I'm not going to go easy on you or anyone else for any reason." After a small 'duh' from Caleeya, he finished typing and moved aside. "Your id number and pass code are entered here, then you should be accepted into the class. It starts in an hour."
"Cool." She didn't exactly seem enthused about it, but her comment was made, and if she was anything like him, the fact that the comment made it out of her meant something.
She hung around the lab for a while, which Kaiba didn't usually allow, but he was present and watched as she took his operating system, learned it, and began to customize it with her own desktop, skins, and icons. She was in fact a quick learner. She even programmed in the ability to filter between desktop wallpapers, creating a slide show effect constantly playing through her pictures. In no time at all, it looked like an entirely different operating system, even though he knew the skeleton was his own. He might even make more money off of it if he added the consumer customizations.
He watched as she browsed the internet, overriding the proxies and getting on any site easily, despite his page blockers. She was something else. She opened her facebook and he was able to see... nothing. She had barely any notifications and her news feed was almost barren except for some few applications she had either 'liked' or followed. The cursor dragged up the the close button when a chat menu popped up.
'Where the hell are you? I haven't heard from you in over two weeks!' The name Ryan typed to her. He saw a small smile curl the end of her lips. Before she could respond the thing popped again. 'Steph's been freaking out. She thought you were dead.' It scolded.
'Calm down.' She typed before continuing. 'I left the country. I'm not dead. I'm just studying again.' She entered. There was the flashing of 'Ryan is writing something...' for a few seconds before the words showed themselves.
'Left the country? Where the hell are you? France? Spain? You couldn't have made it as far as Russia... Well you could but... What was wrong with Italy?' Her transcripts said nothing about Italy, but there were gaps between schools.
'It's a secret.' She typed back and her smile spread.
'I'm going to track you down again. You know it's going to happen.' She laughed out at that.
'Then I should log off before you track the IP again. Talk to you later bro.' With that she logged off from the site and cleared everything from her history to her catch and cookies. Kaiba was about to say something when the door opened and his students filtered in. He moved to the front of the lab and started his lecture, then a demonstration, and finally ended with a project. Everyone started out and Kaiba returned to Caleeya's side, ready to help create the rest of her schedule.
"What is this?" He lifted her notes, glancing down them. They were neatly written, which was weird, because most of the students took notes in their word processing documents electronically, but that wasn't what caught his attention. Along the edges of the notes were doodles. Several small doodles, consisting of the classroom they were in, him, the students before her and some detailed ones of the students to the direct left and right of her. They were amazing.
"Don't you know? Drawing and doodling while taking notes makes the subject matter studied at the time of said doodling to be recalled more easily. Especially if the doodles correspond somehow with the subject matter. By drawing the classroom, students and teacher while in-taking information, it forces me to recall lectures and key material by just sitting in the classroom and being around you and the others, and eventually, just thinking about this setting.
"Similar effects can be produced by tapping or rubbing the fingertips while at the lecture, causing the reflexology of the veins in your hand to increase circulation to the brain, allowing it to recall information more easily. Though, the drawings also aid in corresponding the material to a particular surrounding, so I prefer it." It was true, he did know about the circulation increase helping the memory absorb information, but she applied it so easily and spoke so casually about it. It was odd. Not something he was accustomed to. She was definitely something else. The next two weeks were going to be interesting.
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So, What do you think? This is the first time the main character is based off of a real person... actually a few people, one of which being myself, because no matter how long ago I watched Yu Gi Oh, I will always love Kaiba. I know she's kind of a bitch (as am I) but there will be serious character development coming up in the next few chapters. By the way, I will be updating once a day, every morning before noon unless I otherwise say so. Enjoy!
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