Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm doing a little something different this time. I know I need to get my other stories up and running again, but I wanted to try this, and couldn't wait.
So this story will be starring my OC son of Yusei and Akiza, named Kazuya Fudo. The following is a short description of him: Best friend to Shiro Kagiyami and Kumori Zensoi. He duels with a Hell Warrior deck. He stands at 5'3'' with black hair like his father with several red highlights near his bangs. He has violet eyes. He despises amateur duelists, and will hardly acknowledge another person. He is a dueling prodigy. He is a well-toned young man who appears to be indifferent to the situations around him, often voicing lightly he doesn't care. He has his father's mechanical mind and "cool under pressure" attitude. He has a dangerous vibe to him, as he has his mother's psychic abilities to the scale of his father's Clear Mind. He has little to no competition and hardly ever acknowledges the presence of another duelist. He despises amateur duelists much like his father, and is open with it. He also dislikes women. He only recognizes powerful opponents. Although he does not openly show it, he enjoys Shiro's and Kumori's company. He is protective of the two of them and his little sister Miyuki. He is a Kuudere, which means he is cold and blunt, emotionless on the outside unless the small moments around his loved ones. He will also be starring in another story that I want to get out, but I might as well start with this.
He goes to a private duel academy/school with his little sister Miyuki, and they give out a stupid amount of homework. You, the readers, will act like his teachers, which means you can give him homework, or a grade on his work or both. He has seven subjects: Journalism/Creative Writing, Biology, Spanish, Ancient Civilizations, Japanese, History of Dueling, and Duel Class/D.C. He is in Advanced Placement classes, and always seems to either have everything caught up so he can focus on dueling, or leave it off until he is up at 3:00AM drinking down Red Bull and 20 pounds of sugar to stay up and finish the work assigned to him on time. He has his father's "I'll sleep when I'm dead mentality." I'll also be adding more things than just his sleep deprived homework assignments! So, I hope you get a kick out of this!
I WILL take suggestions, like if you want to hear a funny story from him, or something of the like.
WARNINGS: Kazuya Fudo acts like an ass on purpose, there is a lot of language and hints of adult themes! You have been warned, and I am not responsible for your uncontrolled fits of giggles or rage! Let me know if I have to boost the rating on this story! Yaoi is mentioned.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's! Tis a dream of mine that the Crimson Dragon shall not allow! What I do own is the creativity of this FanFiction for said fandom and the OC son of two canon characters from the fraction. I would be silently insulted if you were to use my character without credit or permission to me, but do to my busy schedule I may or may not let it slide. I just hope you use him as he is intended. I have also implemented some parodies of some famous YouTube animations from several creators on accident and did not notice until I've gone over it. My apologies in advance and I give original credit for those particular ones here: TheOdd1sOut, JaidenAnimations, and TimTom. If needed, I can revise the whole chapter to not include the parodies.
Chapter One: Creative Writing Prompts 1-10
-Tell bad drivers, rude customers, and evil dictators how grateful you are for what they've done. Do it with a wink and a smile.
I'll do more than a wink and a smile Ms. Mason. As much as I would like to stay away from conflict that did not involve me, unfortunately when their stupidity starts messing with me it becomes my problem, and there are plenty of ways to solving said problem. If a bloody bad driver gets into my lane, at best I try to ignore them: until they rear-end my freaking D-Wheel off the side of the damn road. When that happens, you can say a bit of road rage escapes my features, and I would barrel down the road to catch the same guy who rear-ended me and slash three of his freaking tires so his insurance can't pay for replacements!
Now, I work at a little hole in the wall place called Ardy's. Yes, I work in fast food. I'm a highschool student, it's the only job I can get! Well, I have to deal with annoying fucking customers everyday. One day a guy came in and asked for seven roast beef sandwiches. I made them, rang him up, and asked him if there was anything else. He says "five pastrami sandwiches". He wanted FIVE more sandwiches! He could have handled it better like calling ahead! But nope! He had to come in and ask for 12 sandwiches on the off chance of it being lunch hour! He wasn't rude or anything, but it was annoying as hell!
But I did have the closing shift one day, and I had to clean a Godzilla-sized mess in the corner of the restaurant because a family with six kids decided they were going to throw food all over the wall. The parents didn't even try to calm the brats down! One kid kept spilling his drink, and after the third time I just hid in the back of the kitchen until they left. One kid threw up, so that made the parents decide it was time to go, so I was stuck cleaning up barf from a five-year-old brat, food off the windows, wall, floor, and ceiling, and the table itself. I might as well have been serving a family of raccoons!
Now, evil dictators… I have to admit my old man is quite the tyrant. But so is my mom. Luckily they're at work most of the time, and they come home super late, so they practically see me up at 3:00AM drinking down Red Bull as I eat a bowl of Brazilian Coffee Beans in sugar writing this bloody assignment!
So, in conclusion, a wink and a smile is too much kindness for me to show to anyone. In fact I think I would rather take a 12-hour shift at Ardy's than deal with the hell that is being kind to someone when they obviously don't deserve it. Hate all you want, but under my Red Bull sugar induced state, I could fucking care less!
~Kazuya Fudo
-Write about when you did something bad and got away with it.
Ohohoho, Ms. Mason you're in for a treat! I don't even think I'm allowed to tell this story, but screw it! I'm under the influence of twenty pounds of sugar, and nothing's stopping me!
I have three friends, tops! I don't like people, in fact I hate every single one of them! I just mildly tolerate these three people. There are my childhood friends in Shiro and Kumori, and the latest addition to our soon-to-be professional olympic dueling team is Kaguya Ochida. Now, imagine a bright fucking day. It's 3:00 in the afternoon, and the sun in mercilessly trying to kill you. You can't go inside, because you and your friends are stuck outside because you locked your dumbasses out of the fucking house on accident! And our house has a tight security system with 50+ cameras all lining the property, and automatic locking systems that will lock your ass out if you even remotely try to jump the fence!
So, like the idiots we were in middle school, I decided it would be a fan-fucking-tastic idea to try and dig our way into the house by going underneath it. There was no possible way that my dad would put a system 30 feet underground to stop people from robbing our house. Well, it turns out that my dad saw this exact scenario, and now the four of us are dangling outside, tied up in rope from our ankles to our necks, in my mom's lemon tree, 115 feet from the front door. I can't even imagine how that looked like to people walking by.
But I was more focused on getting out of my rope cocoon, that I didn't see the fucking beehive I kicked off the branch on to Shiro's head. Now, we have angry bees swarming all around us. How we made it out with minor injuries is beyond me, but let's just say Kumori fell out of the tree first, and managed to hit every branch on the way down. Shiro smelled like honey and lemon for a good week. Moral of the story, I got away with kicking a beehive on to my friend's head, and destroying the lemon tree while I was at it.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Open up a dictionary to a random word. Define what that word means to you.
Mum chance- a game of hazard played with cards in silence. Sounds a lot like deaf-dueling to me. With high stakes.
And hey, I love silence okay! It helps the sleep deprived sugar-induced headaches I get every morning at five before I have to come to this place you call a school away for a bit. But sometimes, a duel can have really high stakes, and at times I'm at the end of those bloody duels because I get sucked into them by fools who underestimate me or don't know who the hell they're messing with!
~Kazuya Fudo
-Free Write #1
Under the influence of twenty pounds of sugar and 22 ounces of Red Bull mixed with Brazilian black coffee, I could tell you what fucking sound looks like! There is a hell lot of things to talk about and no time to talk about them. Like the one thing that freaks me out! Fake doughnuts! The plain ones. You go into a Doug's Doughnut place, looking into the white, pristine boxes filled with twelve delicious boston cremes, chocolate, glazed, and whatever else. You get to the end of the fucking line, and you see twelve doughnuts with nothing on them. Nothing in them either. Why do you have to do me dirty like that Doug? Those are nothing but bagels. BAGELS!
Have you ever heard of false awakenings? It's when you think you wake up in the real world! You get out of bed, brush your teeth, make breakfast, and go to school. Throughout the whole school day you're thinking of what you're planning to eat when you get home. Then suddenly *pop* you're back in bed. You wake up in the real world. SONOVABI-. I'm not the biggest fan of school because of the stupid amount of homework we need to do. But what point does it make when they teach you the same stuff you learned in middle school? Are you trying to waste my time?
One time I tried this new dessert called a Toothache Marshmallow Strawberry Cheesecake. It was so sweet it hurt my teeth! And you're reading this off of the page of someone you know who can eat 20 pounds of sugar at three in the morning! Pure sugar has no effect on me. But this cheesecake made my teeth hurt so much that I ate vegetables for a week. I didn't eat a single thing with sugar in it for that whole week! I know, it's a fucking miracle!
When I'm working at Ardy's I never liked wearing my name tag. I hate when complete strangers know my name. I just work in the fast food industry okay, we don't need to know each other on a first name basis, just take your goddamn food! In fact, I have to work overtime this week because of my little sister's birthday coming up. So I'm not going to be able to get much stuff done unless I stay up for the whole week drinking Red Bull and Five-Hour Energy drinks every three hours.
Actually, now that I think about it it's my turn to restock the pantry today. Great.
Grocery stores are the worst places to be. I know because that was my old job that I quit after three months of abuse! There was a tight protocol when opening the store, and it was really annoying everyday because of the customers themselves. Sometimes the parents would leave their kids to get something they missed, so I would purposely scan faster than normal just to see panic cross their faces. I was timed from when the first item is scanned to the last, so I had many people unload their carts really slowly, and those people hurt my numbers like crazy. My manager thought I was being lazy or purposely slow! So, yeah, on my last day I was so sick of being abused by customers that I slashed prices like crazy so they can't complain anymore than they wanted to. It was a good day.
Speaking of good days, every three months my Duel Academy school did a spirit assembly. I was told it was supporting our Duel teams, but based off the title, I'm not entirely convinced it wasn't about ghosts. Anyway, my friends and I would get our parents to write us notes for us to leave the school when lunch was over so we don't have to sit in those uncomfortable bleachers. But one time, I forgot my fucking note. I was resigned to my fate until third period when I saw my golden ticket: someone left a staff only printed email in plain sight. It listed who was to guard which door after final attendance was taken to make sure students couldn't skip the assembly. Armed with the email and a map of the school, I hatched my escape plan. The only door that wouldn't be guarded was the auditorium's back door leading outside. The entrance to said auditorium was locked from the inside, but luckily electrical tape comes in handy then. The auditorium's side door would soon be guarded, but at the time no one was around it. I stashed my bags near the entrance to the auditorium and put tape on the latches. Fifth period rolled around and I managed to not get caught going into the auditorium. I opened the door leading out only to be blinded by light and freedom before retreating immediately. A student made a break for it and was getting hauled back in by a teacher and she almost seen me. When the coast was clear I bolted in the opposite direction and managed to get away.
One time I skipped school by hiding in some bushes near my bus stop and went home after my mom left for work and used her email to let the school know I was sick and deleted their reply. It was the only time I purposely impersonated someone, so I think that makes it better. Actually I never told her that. But I had a good reason, there was a physics test that day and I didn't get time to study for it since I was dealing with a 10 page book report.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Define the Word of the Day on the board, and explain what it means to you.
Angry- the feeling of being really, really mad. Seething. Livid.
Okay, what the hell? Why the hell do I have to define a word you usually give the definition for anyway? Not to mention this is such a middle school thing! Defining words of the day and explaining what the word means! What if it doesn't mean anything? It's a word that expresses my feelings towards this assignment other than apathy to this course.
Like the guy who rear-ended me? I slashed his tires as a reward for almost killing me.
The families I serve at Ardy's… I "accidentally" dump water near their table as I clean the floors. It's fun to watch them fall.
I'm virtually mad all the time. No one admits it, but we're all mad here. Some of us seethe under our breath. Others are irritated by the imbeciles that walk through these halls. Currently, I'm somewhere in between.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Write a Journal Entry Over a Time You Went to a Street Fair.
A street fair? Are you kidding me? Did you not have anything else more interesting to use as a writing prompt? Whatever, I'll tell you anyway.
My friends Shiro and Kumori and I went to a normal street fair just to check it out. We weren't doing anything and my mom was busy with my baby sister. We were, like, 12 or something so she let us go across the street to the park where a street fair was set up over night. Now I could tell you a lot about gross vendor food, sticky rides, and surprise bubble gum under tables but I'll just stick with this one.
The street fair had no budget, and that fact is obvious with the line-up of show acts. We went to one of the big-top tents and in it was three benches of five rows and two rows filled with people. There were three clowns in the center of the ring. One was juggling, the other was doing something with hula-hoops or something, it's not important. The third one, which was the closest to us, stopped what he was doing and motioned for the three of us to come closer.
Yeah… no. Not happening. He had green hair in a mohawk-style and way too much eyeliner to be considered sane.
We stepped away, got in line for a broken ride, ate some suspicious pizza, and walked home. At the end of the night we got food poisoning and was never allowed to eat street fair vendor food again. Moral of the story: pizza at street fairs makes you hallucinate Kuribohs telling you that the clown is nearby.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Choose an animal. Write about it.
Random animal generator don't fail me now. A bunny? You want me to write about a tiny little rodent that can't even fend for itself? Something that is a predator to grass and prey to everything else? It gets attention for being cute and every little girl wants one, but you get the same affection from one as you do the cheaper option of a guinea pig. Well I can't say much because I used a random generator, but lucky for me I don't have the energy to write a whole page. Brazilian coffee beans and Red Bull will do that to a person after a half a morning.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Everyone's addicted to something in some shape or form. What are things you can't go without?
My deck and duel disk. Plain and simple. My goal for my team and I consists of us being among the top ranking World Duelympics teams. It would be an utter disgrace if we were any less. Especially among all the amateurs going in this year! The criteria for the Duelympics have gone down considerably since Quick-Draw Duels became a thing. But one more category to conquer is all I see, and that by much is no problem for my team and me. My addiction. My release! What else could there be besides a fantastic duel where I and my opponent are both sweating at the end and it's so. Damn. Close?
I also have a slight addiction to Red Bull, sugar, and Brazilian Coffee keeps me going and hasn't killed me yet.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Write a poem or short story from the viewpoint of someone living in a dollhouse.
With a sugar, caffeinated, red bull induced state of mind!? Are you insane!? At best I hope the person telling the story at least have the main character clothed! I could try my best but I'm not so good at telling stories. Does my sister have any dolls? Did she have any? I should probably ask her when I get home.
Okay, so she did have one she called Ding Dong because she came up with this whole story about it ringing doorbells annoyingly and playing ding-dong-ditch with her stuffed animals. She never liked it. She got rid of it months ago. It had black hair that was going grey with use and a blue torso and red pants.
Can't say I blame her because dolls are creepy and I hope I never get mailed one.
~Kazuya Fudo
-Write about going on a job interview.
I got hired at Ardy's. I can tell you all about that shit when it comes down to it. But…. I also don't want to lose my job just yet. The interviewer at Ardy's was this new guy who stuttered on his S's and T's. Not to mention he kept mispronouncing my last name as "Dudo." And I swear to all my father's gods above the next person to mispronounce it as "Dudo" is going to have a taste of my fist in their mouth!
The next month after being hired they set me up to do the next interview. It was a nice girl who just moved to Neo Domino who didn't understand basic duties working in a fast-food restaurant. She never cleaned unless she was asked to do so and even got some of our finest customers sick because she put normal french fries in the oil we use for gluten-free dishes. Worst part was that she didn't get fired until spilled oil all over the floor, didn't mention it to anybody and the manager ended up in the hospital over a handful of pepperoni a drive-thru customer wanted.
~Kazuya Fudo
Author's Ending Note: Please, I encourage all of you to send him homework or assignments. Heck, I'll even do "Q&A" emails or letters as long as they're addressed to him (You may use his name or initials to let me know you want a direct response through a chapter) that will be located near the end. Have a lovely day my fellow writers and readers! Any suggestions are welcomed.