True Power: A Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V Self-Insert
Chapter 1: All Records or None
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Hey everyone, this story is inspired by Arc-VOC by OPfan37. You can find the OC deck list under my story Record Keep: An Original Archetype. I'll update it as I think of new cards. Enjoy.
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My name is Kurofodo Fuwa. I have been in this place for several years now with no recollection of how I got here and I could really care less. I don't have amnesia, there are just some things I never got information on. Yet sometimes I feel like there are things that I should know. That being said…
"And the winner is Sakaki Yuya!" –click- Yeah, the anime has gotten weird for the most part.
This guy is obviously the protagonist. Meh, he doesn't seem that tough. Ishijima Strong was past his expiration date anyway. The pendulum thing was cool though. It's another thing I'll have to take into account when dueling here. I flip my curly blue bangs back and out of my face as I lie back on my dorm couch.
Pendulum summoning, that's definitely never been done before. I've been here for a couple years now and this is the first time something entertaining has happened that wasn't my doing. I reach over to grab the deck of cards on the coffee table, flipping through them absently. "I could take him."
"Take who?" HYAAA!
I bounce off the couch in shock at the voice from the window. "Don't scare me like that, Natsuko!" The boy just laughs at my discomfort and climbs into our shared dorm. His build is tiny, his hair is a wild brunette cut short and his canines can be seen over is lower lip. He's been my roommate for the past four years and takes every chance he can to scare me.
"Hahaha, sorry. It's just too easy, Fuwa-kun."
"Use the door!"
"But that isn't as fun," he whines playfully. I groan at his antics. Honestly he is such a kid. I don't care if he is quite literally three heads shorter than me, my point still stands!
"You are such a kid."
"Says the 185 cm giant." He never stops smiling. Whatever. "When does our next class start?"
He snickers. "Ten minutes." Grabbing the throw pillow from the couch I launch it at his face and tear through my closet for my uniform. "Teme!"
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"Okay people, today we'll be making your aces. Have fun! Your designs will be sent to Mr. Kurofudo for approval afterwards." YES! Thank you, sensei! I bring out my canvas and let the paint fly. Let me explain. I am a student at the Pegasus Art Academy, a duel school that teaches dueling and how to make Duel Monsters cards; and named after my adoptive ancestor. The final this year is creating your own deck from scratch and we've been working on it practically all year. We can keep and use our original decks legally but there is a chance that if Headmaster Kurofudo – also owner of Neo Industrial Illusions and rival to the Leo Duel School – likes our deck idea then he will mass produce it. There is an entire gallery filled with the ace monsters of people whose decks were given that honor.
Purples fly across my canvas as I start to give my ace some color. What I envision is a tall, all powerful wizard. His face obscured by a hood and his hands extending out like a puppeteer. His long purple robe splits open halfway down revealing empty space and the lower part of his robes replay events the rest of my archetype. In the background is a green tome, floating and open with random pages flying into it from everywhere. My design is in a similar art style to the original generation of duel monsters – dark colors, sharp edges, and generally creepy. This had better be approved. I spent months studying and practicing this art style.
I look over to Natsuko with a small smile. Schist, that kid is obsessed. A tall fox-warrior stands with dark fur in the middle of a war torn wasteland. His wear is that of the stereotypical samurai; a katana as tall as himself in hand and a white porcelain mask covering his face. He looks so determined. It must be that sibling mentality. He keeps saying that he has a brother that goes to another school and that he wants to prove himself better. Good aspirations at least.
We continue to paint like this in relative silence. Around the room I can see other fine pieces from my classmates: some type of smug vampire, a giant wind dog, a regal dragon floating in mid-air, a warrior cloaked in ice armor, and some type of dragon's maw. I have high hopes for that last one. It seems flexible.
The only one I'm truly cautious of is that kid at the far corner. He's been working on some type of archetype like most of us, but that doesn't look like a synchro monster. He's been going nuts lately, muttering to himself over and over again. "So much closer, just a stroke here, maybe two there." People often say we look alike but I don't see it. He has red hair! Meh…
Strange, I never got his name. I… don't think anyone else did either. Even the instructors. Spooky. He's only known as 'Red' and nothing else. Why is nobody else wary of him?
Shaking my wandering thoughts off, I adjust my glasses back onto my face just in time for class to end. "All right class, bring your canvas up to the front. They'll be transported to the headmaster overnight and your results will come back the day after tomorrow. You already turned in the card stats last week so you're free for the rest of the week." It was Wednesday.
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"Hahahahahahaaaa!"
"What!? What could possibly be funny right now!?" Okay, so I'm sorry for snapping at Natsuko BUT I'M HIGH STRUNG! This assignment is coming back today!
"I just got a message from my brother! Apparently some spoiled dork at his school stole some cards from a kid, used them against him, and still lost! Remind me to invite you next time I visit."
Okay, yeah that's pretty funny. "Okay, understandable. Sorry for snapping at you."
"No problem. And I'm serious. Bro would love you. Come on, it's almost lunch." I gave an involuntary twitch.
"What, afraid of lunch?"
"Uh, no, sorry. Just slightly uncomfortable for some reason. Let's go." I would rather forget that red blur that ran past my window. The faster I get food, the less I will think about it.
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"And the winner of this year's Mass Production prize is Kuromaru Jun! Give it up for the creator of the Ghostricks!" Truthfully, he deserves it. His deck was probably the most kid friendly of all the decks while also requiring some expert planning to pull off. I remember partnering with him once when we went to the Leo Duel School or LDS. He was instantly captured by the XYZ summoning style and created something absolutely adorable. I heard that his 'ace' "Ghostrick Alucard" was his safe option, the option that he wanted mass produced. He's supposed to have an even more powerful XYZ monster hidden away. 'Dork—'something or other. Still can't wait to see it.
Funny, Red isn't here. That's… worrying. Wait, was that a flash of light?
Looking out the window I see… gulp. What the hell is that!? I mean, it looks like something I made! I can see a small kid with a duel disk and a Totem Bird cowering before that thing. It's obviously a dragon, but seriously, HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT!? The entire thing looks like somebody crumpled up different Origami creations and threw it onto an ever-growing pile; and it still turned into something that looked good! Oh, and there went Totem Bird… Wait, is that kid actually hurt? But, there was no solid vision… Schist. Another like me?
"Sensei!" I call to the instructor currently giving Jun-kun an award. She takes one look out the window, but from her position she only sees the student who may or may not have a concussion. And now the dragon is gone. Double schist.
"Quick, somebody get the nurse," Sensei orders with complete control of the situation. I can see Natsuko running off to get the kid help and the mood of the ceremony plummets. Why did this have to happen today?
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Please don't let this be happening. I'm not ready to be dragged into story yet. It only ever takes one weird moment and suddenly you are an important character; and I know this because it happened to each and every yugioh protagonist ever.
Yugi: Finished the puzzle.
Judai: Saw winged kuriboh.
Yusei: Dragon clash with Jack and seeing all of the signer crap.
Yuma: That giant demon gate and meeting Astral.
It happens every Single TIME! I will have none of it! It usually involves mystical BS, heartbreak, friends in danger, and several 'take over the world' plots.
On the other hand, my deck will be almost guaranteed victory and if I would lose then some freak event will happen that forces the duel to be ended pre-conclusive. And on top of that, some other worldly power will cause me to pull cards out of my rear any time the going gets tough.
Decisions, decisions…
Gah! Knowing my luck, I'll be plucked into the story anyway. It is how things work every time after all. On a more worrying note, what was with that card I saw? My cards are just like that for the most part; origami creations brought to life by magic. I really need to search into this. I'm the heir to this school, Kami-dammit! If somebody is ripping off my ideas then I want to know who and have them kicked out. Oh, hey Natsuko.
"Yo, how's the kid?" My friend's cheery face drops.
"Unconscious." I start to rub the metallic brace around my right wrist.
"Seriously?" He nods.
"And some broken ribs." Yeesh.
"This is going to be like freshman year all over again, isn't it?" He nods. Long story short, several times during the year I had accidentally mortally wounded people with my cards. That was not a fun time for me. People kept calling me names…
No, bad, do NOT think about that again.
"Anything else I should know?"
"Uh, yeah. Apparently there have been guys going around in Maiami City attacking LDS students and faculty."
"You're worried about your brother?"
"A little, yeah. Also, apparently he was drafted to participate in a 'School Duel.' Apparently that kid that humiliated Sawatari-baka went and assaulted him and is now being forced to defend himself."
Interesting. "And what is the name of the defending school?"
"You-Show Duel School." –BWAHAHAHAHAHA!-
"They're going after Sakaki!? The guy that beat the champ!?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Did you even see that duel!?" He gives a short shake of the head.
"He dressed as a clown, rode a pink hippo, and encased Strong's ace in a cluster of balloons! How could somebody like that-? Oh, I get it." I whip out my duel-everything and make a call.
"Yeah, get me my helicopter. I'm going to Maiami City." –click- Well, if I am going to be dragged into everything then it will be on my terms. "So, think your brother will like me?"
He gives me a toothy grin. Oh, this is going to be fun.
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Okay everyone, give me everything. Love, hate, acceptance, disinterest, I don't care. Rain heaven and hell upon me. I've got some fish to fry.