Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh GX or any reference to The Wereling.
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"I don't see why I have to go."
Syrus Truesdale was having an argument with his mother. He was supposed to be spending the summer relaxing and hanging out with his friends, but his mother had gone behind his back and made arrangements for him to stay in Aspenwood at his father's house for the summer. He was decidedly unhappy about the arrangements.
"You just do. Your father has barely ever seen you since our divorce. Your brother probably misses you too."
"But Jaden and I were going to spend the summer at camp! I told you about that. Besides, I don't even remember them!"
"All the more reason for you to go. Seeing your family is important. You and Jaden can call each other and see each other when your visit is over."
"But I'm going for almost five weeks!" Syrus looked sourly at his mother. "This isn't fair! Besides, if they really wanted to see me, why haven't they done it before? It's not like they live in another country."
Angela Truesdale sighed. "That part is a little complicated. I'm sorry that your plans were ruined, but this is important. I'll tell you what. If you go and make an effort to be a little pleasant, I'll let you invite Jaden over for the rest of the summer."
Syrus contemplated his mother's bribe. All he had to do was endure a few weeks with his father and brother, and he and Jaden could spend the rest of the summer goofing off together. "Okay, but I want it in writing."
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Jaden stretched out on Syrus's bed while he watched Syrus pack. "Bummer that you have to go, Sy. I was looking forward to camp."
Syrus tossed some shirts into his suitcase. "I know, but Mom wouldn't budge on this family time stuff." He looked up from where he was digging in his closet. "I'm sorry, Jay. It ruins your plans, too. I feel so bad."
Jaden grinned in a carefree way. "Don't worry about it. We'll have the rest of the summer when you get home. Phone me and tell all about the other half of your family. I bet your brother's the coolest. He's two years older, right?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember him that well. I was 3 when Mom and Dad split." Syrus finished folding his clothes into his suitcase. "That's it, I guess."
Jaden hopped off the bed. "See you later, then." He gave Syrus a brief bear-hug, and headed towards the door.
"Bye, Jay." Syrus looked unenthusiastically at his packed bag; unexpected anger welling up inside of him. It wasn't fair. My father didn't want to have contact with me for almost 12 years (A/N: Syrus is fifteen, Zane is two years older), and now he and Mom decide we need bonding time! This is going to be the worst summer of my life!
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"Zane, come in here, if you please." Alastor Truesdale, an austere looking man with dark blue hair and dark eyes, stood in front of his fireplace.
"Father. What is it?" His son, a handsome teenager with the same features stood before him, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. His father seemed unfazed.
"Before you head out for the night, and I got to rest, there is something we must discuss." Zane took a seat on the couch and looked at him.
"As you know, your mother and brother live in Ash River, a few miles away." Zane nodded.
"I know."
His father looked into the darkening sky. "I'll get right to the point. Your brother is coming here for a few weeks this summer. Your mother and I feel that it would be good for all of us if we got to know one another better."
A flicker of a smirk brushed across Zane's face. "We've gone 12 years without each other, and we have turned out perfectly fine. Besides, he is…"
"I don't want to hear that Zane. He is your brother, no matter how different you are. Syrus needs a good influence, and as his brother, you're in a better position than others." He watched Zane for a reaction.
Zane nodded slowly. "I suppose so." He stood up. "Good night, Father. Atticus and I are going out."
"Be careful, then. Don't break dawn." Alastor walked up the long staircase, with a nod to Anderson, the butler. "Anderson, please prepare a room for my second son."
"Of course, sir."
Zane headed to his room, and changed into a dark pair of pants and a tight T-shirt. (Authoress whips out smelling salts to revive swooning Zane fans.) He strode out onto the balcony outside his room. And jumped gracefully over the rail.
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Atticus was standing in the tree line of the forest bordering the city. "I thought you weren't coming." He remarked casually as Zane approached.
"I never miss an opportunity to hunt." Zane smirked.
"I heard that your brother's coming to visit. Is he a silverblood?"
"Probably, he takes after our mother more than Father." Zane scanned the roads below the hill they were standing on. "My father wants us to spend bonding time together." Atticus rolled his eyes.
"Cute. Big tough Zane, spending time with his kid brother." Atticus laughed; a low, smooth laugh.
"Atticus, shut the hell up." Zane sent a death glare at Atticus that would have made a lesser man tremble. Atticus brushed it off like it was a fly.
"Or what? You'll curse at me some more?" He teased. Atticus's favourite activity, besides bugging his sister, was bugging Zane.
Zane's attention was suddenly riveted on movement below them. "Look."
Atticus cocked his head like an owl, and looked in the same direction. There were two teenage girls hiking up the trail. He grinned, exposing his pearly white teeth; with slightly pointed canines. "Excellent. And there are two of them. You take your pick."
Zane smiled back, showing his pointed teeth. "Gladly." He strode silently down the hill, Atticus following.
A scream echoed through the night. Only a tiny sliver of moon shed light on the bloody scene below.
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Sorry it's kinda short. Other chapters will probably be longer. R&R, but no flames please. I need a name for a female character, suggestions will be greatly appreciated.