Incorruptible- A Yu-gi-oh! 5D's Fanfiction
Written by AvatarofBahamut (LittleBlackDragon)
1st Entry: Summer Vacation Time!
Dusk had fallen on Neo Domino City, the city lights making the sky appear black and fogged over. A bus was traveling along the busy streets, passing flashing billboards and massive screens showcasing duels. The night air was thick with the smell of the various culinary delights being served in that area of the city, and noisy with the sounds of people chattering and vehicles blaring music or beeps.
A tall young man, Caucasian in appearance, waited patiently at the end of the street in from of the towering apartment buildings that lined up together in back of him. He wore a light green sweatshirt, khakis, and brown sandals, all which seemed to have seen better days. His caramel hair was cut very short and slicked back by a decent amount of hair gel, away from his olive green eyes. His pale skin appeared almost white for the few seconds the bus' lights glared in his face. He squinted as he watched people come off the bus, wondering if the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Several locals departed from the bus, and his hopes sank. He had been waiting for his friend to show up since this morning, but her flight had been delayed for several hours due to a terrible thunderstorm on the Pacific Ocean. He had known her since he was in junior high, and had kept in close contact with her even when they had parted ways to attend college. He had gone to Neo Domino City's prestigious Tech and Engineering Academy, while she had stayed in the states to attend medical school.
But now, after three intense years of study, his friend was coming to spend the summer her in Neo Domino, staying with him and his beloved fiancé. He adjusted his glasses as he saw the last few people get off the bus. But there was no sign of his friend. They were all local or tourists from elsewhere in Japan. He rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out an old black video phone and flipped it open, checking for any texts, videos, or missed calls. There weren't any.
"Damn it, where are you? The least you could do is shoot me a text or something!"
He was about to turn around when he heard a thud from a final person jumping off the bus.
"Finally!" He heard a female voice and the sound of someone cracking their knuckles. He looked up from his phone, and started to laugh a little. After eight hours, she finally made it.
"Well, you sure took your sweet time!" He called to her, putting his phone away. The young woman looked at him and a smile slowly grew on her face.
"Ha! Always waiting impatiently, as usual. You haven't changed a bit."
The dark skinned woman was just a little younger than him, standing about a foot shorter than him. Her short black hair was loosely tied back, with strands on either side curling downward. She was wearing a black t-shirt and denim shorts, and a pair of worn tennis shoes. She hauled a large tan suitcase at her side and a light blue gym bag on her shoulder.
"No? I'm going to get married in a few months you know."
"Yeah, you said your future wife was waiting up with you." His friend was still smile, looking as if she might laugh with joy.
"She is. She's back up in the apartment watching TV." He offered to take her suit case and gym bag, but she insisted she could carry it herself.
"I'm a big girl, you know."
"Yeah, I know. I thought I might make the task of carrying your junk upstairs a little easier."
"My junk, eh?" She wondered humorously. The man finally let out a laugh.
"I'm really glad to see you, Rasima."
His friend followed him to his apartment building, where he swiped his key card to let the two of them in.
"Same here. And the best part is you have me for the whole summer. How about it, Simon?"
The two of them walked down the plain white hallway where the mailboxes were lined up along the walls. The fact this building even had them was a sign of its age. They approached the elevator and got in, pushing the button for the tenth floor.
"It might be outfitted with some fancy gadgets, but this building is probably older than most others in the city. It's got a history."
The elevator creaked upwards as the doors closed.
"It doesn't seem as decked out as some of the others I saw when the bus rode into town." Rasima commented.
"Yeah, the ones you probably saw were part of the Tops district, that's where the richest people in the city live. They truly have the best of everything the city has to offer – for the right price."
"Doesn't seem much different from home. Rich people like to live in their own little world."
"Some, but others maybe not." Simon replied to his friend.
The doors reopened on the tenth floor, the hallways having the same old style as the lobby. The doors were a dark woody brown, with digital markers posted on each of them flashing the room number and the last name of the tenant. They walked down to the end of the hall and turned right and walked past a few more rooms. The man kept his key card in hand and stopped in front of the room that was labeled "1057- Nash".
"Welcome to our humble abode." He opened the door and called to his fiancé.
"Kane! Rasima's here!"
"I'll be right there!" She called back from inside the apartment. Simon invited Rasima in where she took a seat on their brown leather couch. The walls were painted a pale green, contrasting with the faded white floors. There was a brown rug in front of her, with Simon's big 46 inch digital television sitting on a large table against the wall. A live broadcast of a turbo duel at the Kaiba Dome was on screen, with the surround sound echoing on all sides of the room. Rasima looked over her shoulder to see a small set of steps and four rooms, one was probably the kitchen, one was the bathroom, and the other two were probably the guestroom and Simon and Kane's room, she thought. She could pick up the faint smell of ramen in the kitchen and chuckled to herself.
"You must be Simon's friend, Rasima! It's so good to finally meet you!"
Rasima looked up to see a young Japanese woman, even tinier than Rasima herself was. She had died her hair bright purple, but her eyes were a soft almond color. Kane was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, but was walking around the room barefoot.
She noticed Rasima's attention was partially drawn in by the TV until Rasima greeted her.
"So, you're Simon's fiancé? Glad I could finally meet the woman that's got Simon singing poems into the phone." Rasima grinned.
Kane blushed.
"He does that?"
"She's just talking about how I tend to go on about you, dear." Simon appeared and started picking up Rasima's luggage.
"You're going to insist on taking it yourself?" Rasima asked him.
"Hey, learn to just chill and be a guest, Rasima. You're on vacation!" He took the things and hauled them to the far room, where he set them just inside the door.
"There, at least they're out of the way!"
Kane sat down next to Rasima and folded her hands as she looked at the TV.
"Are you a duelist, Rasima?" She asked, noticing her interest in the duel taking place. It was a title match between the current champion and an up and coming duelist from Lithuania.
"Not really. I have a deck though. Heck! My parents even bought me a D-Wheel for my 16th Birthday instead of a car. It should be here tomorrow, actually. But… I usually prefer to watch. It's really cool just seeing how people counter one another and use their heads to pull some interesting combos."
"What she means is she's not very good. She never got passed the local tournaments back in the states, though." Simon smirked, "I, on the other hand, got as far as nationals."
"Not true! I placed first in the local tournament once!" Rasima replied back.
"Yeah," Simon acknowledged, "But then you got your ass handed to you in the first round of the state tournament."
"Ok, fine, I'm not a very good duelist. I never have been," Rasima admitted, "I'm more suited to learning open-heart surgery anyways. But that doesn't mean you get to gloat, got that, Simon?"
"All right, all right, I'll stop being a jerk. You know I like to push people's buttons sometimes." Simon laughed as he sat on the couch, holding a beer in his hand.
"Hey, that's right! Simon told me you were studying to be a surgeon." Kane remembered as the three of them watched the duel on the big screen. Things were down to the wire, and the duelist from Lithuania was one turn away from getting toasted by the champion's signature card, Red Dragon Archfiend.
"That's right. I get to play with things and rearrange people's organs to save their lives." Rasima tilted her head.
"You make it sound like you're turning people into horrible zombies or Frankensteins like a mad scientist or something." Simon poked her.
"Hey, if you can be sarcastic and crack jokes, so can I."
"See? Being away from your friends, you forget to unwind and have a little fun." He thought for a moment before disappearing, then reappearing with two more beers for Rasima and Kane.
"I wasn't having fun before?" Rasima asked.
"I've known you since you were 13. You never really liked having other people help you with things and you always wanted to get the work done yourself. Like with me and wanting to carry your luggage just now."
"Well…I just…want to be a person people can depend on, you know? I don't want people babying me like my parents did back home."
"Hey, from the conversations we've had, it sounds like you're doing just fine. Just remember there's a balance to everything, ok?"
"Hmmm… wouldn't that go for you as well, dear?" Kane tickled Simon's arm.
"I suppose."
There was a loud roaring sound that came from the TV all of a sudden. They all turned their attention to the duel, which had just ended. Red Dragon Archfiend had taken the challenger's remaining life points, meaning the current Champion got to keep his title. The challenging duelist got off of his Runner as his Crew came in to assist him in having his Runner taken in for repairs. The Champion also got off of his Runner as the spotlight followed him down the track, his white suit reflecting the light.
"It's over! Once again Jack Atlas remains the King of Riding Duels! Can anyone dethrone the Master of Faster?" The MC's voice seemed to blare from the speakers. The Champion removed his helmet to reveal a young man a few years younger than the three people in the room watching on the TV. He had an angular face, with steely violet eyes and golden blonde hair styled like the crowned mane of a lion, with beaded tassels on either side of his face and earrings shaped in the letter "A".
"Hmm…flashy young thing, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's only 18 I hear, but he beat the last Champion, who was several years his senior, and completely wiped him out with that aggressive deck of his." Simon noted.
"He's also from the Tops, too. Or that's the story, anyway. It would explain why he dresses like a Daredevil and has that cocky attitude." Kane answered in response.
"Cocky attitude? Have you met this guy, Kane?" Rasima asked.
"No, not at all. But I've seen some of the interviews on TV, and let me tell you… he's the king. He knows it, and he acts like it." Kane replied flatly.
"Ah, I see."
"You're going to learn a lot of things about this city while you're here. The people, the places… Tomorrow I was thinking you and Kane and I could go to Kaibaland and go on all the rides, since it will be Sunday and it's an off day for us."
"Oh yeah, is it anything like the one they built in America?"
"You'll have to wait until you get there."
Rasima slurped down her beer before letting out a loud yawn.
"You tired? It wouldn't be a surprise if you were feeling some serious jet lag. It's quite a time jump between here and the states!"
Rasima stretched her arms before getting up to find a place to recycle her beer. Simon pointed her in the right direction.
"You know, getting forty winks doesn't sound like a bad idea." She felt another yawn coming on.
"Don't let us keep you then, sleep well." Kane called after her as she made her way into the guest room.
"Good night, you guys!" Rasima called back to Simon and Kane.
"Good night, Rasima! Don't let the bed bugs bite. And if they do, beat 'em black and blue!"
"Yes, Simon! I'll show them no mercy!" She declared sarcastically. So, the young woman closed the door behind her and went swiftly to unpacking her things. The room was very plain, with the same color scheme as the rest of the apartment. There was a decent full-sized bed with white sheets and a hand-sewn blue quilt, a dresser, a writing desk, and a closet. She set her luggage on the bed and began opening her things and placing them where she saw fit.
However, the light from outside provided little help, so Rasima went to the end of the room to turn on the light. As she did this, she saw a sudden shadow flicker beside the light switch. A gray spider was hanging from the lampshade, trying to spin a web inside.
"Sorry, dude, unless you're going to pay rent, you can't stay here," She carefully gathered the small arachnid into her hands after opening the window. She looked outside at the busy city before holding out her hand to let the spider crawl onto the railing underneath the window.
She shut the window, but looked out as the spider crawled away.
"Good thing my dog wasn't here, he would have danced on that spider's head." She muttered to herself. As she turned around, she felt a sudden chill in the room. However, it quickly passed.
"Hmmm…I should definitely get some sleep. It'll be good to officially start this summer vacation!" She changed into her red PJs before collapsing on the bed.
She dreamed peacefully, her mind caught in a soothing state of stillness and rest. She had hopes for a summer filled with fun and exploration, the first such summer she had in a long time. After working her butt off in High School and the last three years on college, she deserved it, didn't she? However, this summer would not be what she would be expecting.
For at this time, fate was swirling around the city of Neo Domino, preparing it for a jump into the abyss of a war long forgotten, a war that would end that very summer. And everyone would have their role to play.
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Author's Notes:
This fanfiction was originally intended to be M rated to allow for an exploration of darker themes. However, due to the lack of traffic, and the fact that so far there hasn't been anything worthy of the M-Rating (by the fiction ratings definition), the author has lowered the rating to T (or PG13). The fanfiction contains some profanity, some violence and references to violence, and some suggestive situations.
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