Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh GX. At all.
Adrian, whom had never been scared or nervous in his entire life; put one foot in front of the other with sheer dread as he simultaneously wrestled with both the feeling of "let's get this over with as quickly as possible" and "please, God, I don't want to do this."
Then again, after what Adrian had done, some individuals would consider him begging God a sacrilege.
Following the advice of all three of his therapists; Adrian prepared to touch knuckles to the wood grain of the door.
Please—anyone—let this go smoothly…
The only reason Adrian was even going through with this in the first place was to make the nightmares stop--those stupid irrational nightmares that in all probability stemmed from killing a man with his own two hands. Even though it most likely didn't count as actual murder.
Knock, knock.
There. He had done it. Now, all there was left to do was shuffle his feet and wait for the inevitable.
Within moments, the self-righteous Pro Duelist was framed in the doorway. Involuntarily, Adrian sucked in his breath and straightened his spine. Without waiting for a greeting, he just started right into his rehearsed apology.
"Aster, I'm sorry that…"
Adrian's words were forced to screech to a halt when the mouth he was currently using to form them was brutally interrupted by a surprisingly hard fist. Blood spurted from his cracked lips while Adrian almost reeled backwards onto the unforgiving ground below.
"You…asshole. Get. the. hell. out. of. here…NOW!"
Gingerly, touching his rapidly swelling injury; all Adrian could do at the moment was helplessly observe Aster's shocked gaze connect with his clenched fist. Even though Adrian could lend no proof, he could all but read that stupefied expression.
I committed assault. Me.
"Aster?" A voice Adrian vaguely recognized called out from within the dwelling. "Who's out there?" The voice bore barely suppressed fear.
Aster broke his trance. His head snapped upwards as his eyes turned positively icy. "Nobody."
Bang.
Immediately, the door had been slammed in his face. Just as he had expected it would be.
Eventually composing himself, Adrian set off for some bandages.
"Well, that was uncalled for. It's not like I killed him for real or anything…"
Author's Note: I know, I know. Adrian isn't officially back. Still, this is a "what if" fic. After I wrote the other one, this came to me hours later.