I just thought I'd start a Yu-Gi-Oh GX fic. I've read them recently and most of them are amazing, and I just want give myself a shot at making one.
Anyway, In this fic, Jaden is a young adolescent that is uncaring to the world because of his back story. Jaden isn't some wet-behind the ears duelist when he first arrives at the academy because of his earlier line of work, and can a certain dirty-blond Obelisk get him to open up?
This is an AU story because of everything that happens.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX…
The cold, dark night was a welcome reminded to how hollow he was. The soft breeze gliding through his spiky brown hair with sun-burnt splotches on top that reached to the back of his neck. Two bangs either side of his face stopping just above his jaw line gave him the uncaring-rebellious teenager look, and he wore it well.
Dark grey clouds hovered above him, the sky getting progressively darker as the angry-looking clouds blocked the light from the moon.
The boy let out a sigh; he could sense someone walking up behind him. He knew who the person was. It was the same person that took him in when no one else did, the only person to put a roof above his head and a meal in his stomach. The same person who trained him to become what he was now.
The only visible light was now blocked out by the clouds, a black veil covering the boy and man. Soft footsteps allowed the boy to judge when he'd be at the railing to discuss what was on his mind. It was what they did for each other, he completed missions, and the man cared for him. It was all he ever wanted.
"My son," the boy never moved, the voice coming from his right, but he never acknowledged it, "I… I have something to discuss with you." The man said with sadness in his voice.
The brown-haired boy moved his head slightly, his cold, golden-brown eyes showed no emotion, nothing readable on his face due to the darkness, but the man knew he was interested.
"Son, I know you enjoy doing what you do, for me, but I stripped away your childhood, never gave you a chance to interact with kids your age," the man started, his amethyst coloured eyes dropping down ever so slightly to stare out at the calm ocean, "It…I… What I've done is for your own benefit. I'm sorry son, but I'm not letting you continue on your missions."
The man didn't except a noticeable reaction, because he never got one. His son was like that, his profession had led him to be as cold as the night sky, as uncaring as one could get, and his emotions are locked down inside of him, never seeing the light of day.
"Why?" the words were soft, but it carried power, oh so much power.
The man winced slightly, his emotionless tone wouldn't give anything away, but he knew his son was angry and upset. He did his job out of need. A need to prove that he was worth something to the man, a need to act like he belonged as his son.
"This is for your own benefit, I promise. You can't continue like this, I've watched you; every mission you go on has you coming home even less human than when you left. You duel like a pro, you let logic guide you, but you lose a part of yourself every time," the old man let out a soft sigh, "I'm sending you to Duel Academy. I've spoken to Kaiba, he's allowed my request. You leave in the morning to the exam."
The child nodded his head, he didn't care, what would be the point? He'd finish Duel Academy in 4 years and then get sent back into his job, it was a minor set-back at most, nothing he couldn't handle.
"I asked Kaiba to put you in Slifer Red dorm. He has assured me that, despite it being the dorm for the kids that just scraped past, they have some of the most loyalist people you could hope for. I want you to make friends, interact with people your own age." He said to the silence.
The adolescent nodded his head, showing that he understood what the man was asking him even if he didn't want it.
"I get it Father, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." The boy said after a lengthy silence.
"I've lived my life, child, but I've stripped you of yours," the man stated in a depressed tone, "I've had you in countless tournaments to refine your skills, multitudinous hours spent training you in every physical and mental program Kaiba Seto could get, I'm just sorry I took your childhood away."
Nothing more needed to be said; the man felt true remorse for what he did to his child, and for what? To make him the saviour of the world, to make sure he was prepared for the events ahead. Despite his grievances, the man still felt what he did for the boy was what needed to be done. His childhood was the sacrifice taken to meet that.
"Father, you know I wouldn't have it any other way. You yourself are my idol, my duelling idol." The black clouds had moved slightly allowing more moonlight to seep its way in the opening. The man's golden hair shone brightly in the luminescent glow from the moon.
His golden hair bobbed slightly in understanding. He could remember when his child was three, telling him stories of everything he did during his duelling career. The countless wins and losses, all the different scenarios that he and his friends had found themselves struggling in, the boy had taken to the stories like a fish in water.
Ever since that day, he drilled all the information he could think of into the boy. Anything from trap and spell card effects to strategy and chemistry. He boy possessed a far superior learning ability that allowed him to – quite literally – soak up information, despite the complexity; he knew and remembered it all.
Physical conditioning was next. A mind worked its best when the body was at its best, he'd always told the boy. That bit of wisdom was taken to heart and the brown-haired youth did everything he could to make sure he was at his peak optimum fitness.
The man couldn't help but rub his few showing age marks. His slight crow feet appearing at the corners of his eyes when he glared or laughed. How time few. How time few with the little tyke growing up to be the amazing teen that stood before him.
"Please remember son, the entrance duel to join the academy is at 10AM sharp, make sure you're there. I love you." The aging blond man said as he turned away from the oceanic view back to the glass exit from once he came.
Stopping at the door for a second, the man's angular face quickly turned over his shoulder to the shadow-clad teenager, "Don't stay up too long, you need your sleep Jaden." With that, the man retired back to his chambers in hope to see his son off in the morning.
Jaden stood, his shadowed face still staring out at the calm ocean. He didn't like this one bit. He enjoyed battling the best duellists that the world had to offer, just to see the happy and excited face of his Father when he won. Not that his Father doubted his abilities, but excited by how young he was to be considered one of the best.
I didn't matter though, whether he liked it or not, he never once questioned his Father's motives and he wasn't planning on starting today. His dad knew what was best for him that was all that mattered.
He coughed slightly into his hand, a warm liquid landed in his palm as he drew his hand away from his mouth. Blood. It was his blood sitting, staring at him from the palm of his hand, 'My condition is getting worse," The boy mused to himself.
Turning swiftly, he bade a swift goodbye to the view, to the ocean, before he too turned in for the night. His brain never once stopped going over strategies on how to handle his entrance exam tomorrow, not that he needed it, mind you.
"You have three options, A) Run home crying to mommy about your defeat. B) Collapse on the floor in a defeated mess, or C) Chant "I like little girls for all the students to hear"," the proctor sneered to the teen opposite him.
The brown-haired teen mocked a thinking pose by raising his hand under his chin and rubbing slightly, "I chose…. D) None of the above!" he shouted revealing his face down card, Ring of Destruction.
The red ring surrounded by fire quickly latched onto the monster with the highest attack level sending the proctors points –which were dangerously low – straight to zero.
"You did well, Misawa, I humbly congratulate you on your acceptance into Duel Academy."
With that said, the brown haired teen walked off of the arena, his eyes searching high up on a balcony where a pretty blond stood next to an expressionless blue-haired teen.
Jaden had seen all the duels since he arrived, an hour early. He had already fought the Procter that tested him, while besting him 0 – 4000 LP In just one turn. It turned out; his disappearance three years ago from the Pro-League Tournaments concluded that people had forgotten him, well, apart from the small, blue haired kid next to him.
Syrus, Syrus Truesdale his name was. Jaden remember watching him duel, seeing all the untapped potential just waiting to spew out. But, the teen hesitated, not taking chances that were presented, and marginally managed to beat the proctor because of it.
Syrus had first been afraid to sit next to him, then when he bulked up enough courage, went and introduced himself to Jaden.
It turned out that Syrus use to be a big fan of Jaden's, often looking up to him as a role model of sorts. Syrus was friendly enough, often making small talk with Jaden when he heard an annoyed sigh come from the brown-haired teen.
"Syrus, you don't have to be jumpy around me," Jaden started, no emotion in his voice and his eyes blank, yet inviting to the small teen, "I'm not going to eat you."
Syrus let out a soft sigh while muttering an apology, "I-I'm sorry, Jaden, it's just that…" he paused, looking momentarily at the tall, blue-haired teen on the balcony, "M-My brother, Zane, is rather a lot to cope with after Atticus' disappearance."
That got Jaden's attention. He knew all about the seven teens that disappeared off the island, yet he didn't know their names or who they were. If Jaden didn't know something, it meant there was information he hadn't learnt, which in tail meant that he was ignorant to certain topics. And Jaden hated ignorance.
"Who's Atticus, Sy?" Jaden asked sincerely, no emotion present in his voice but his eyes showed curiosity.
Syrus looked uncomfortable, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "A-Ah, I think I've said too much," he started but looked undecided, "Atticus was my Brother's best friend, and the blond girl next to him is his sister. Alexis Rhodes," Syrus said dreamily while gazing at her, his eyes had soon changed to hearts.
Jaden followed his gaze to see the tall, blue haired teen next to the blond girl of Syrus' affection. Jaden had to admit, she was pretty girl, but he had met and kissed lots of beautiful girls. Still, snapping his fingers in Syrus' face managed to break him from his self-proclaimed day-dream.
"Right, er… y-yeah but she is just so…dreamy," the small boy with glasses let out a content sigh, "after Atticus disappeared, my brother stopped being so friendly to me, to everyone, he turned cold and belittled me. Sometimes I wonder if he even thinks of me as a brother."
Jaden let out a disappointed sigh, actions like that were disgusting. To turn your back on your own brother because your friend went missing, if anything, Zane should be nicer to his brother in fear that he could lose him too.
"This isn't easy for me to say, Syrus. But," he gulped, Syrus had been the only friendly face to him so far and he wanted to return that, "I-I'll be your pseudo-brother if you want? A best friend really." The brown-haired youth said, much to the disbelief of Syrus. His cold exterior forced to adopt a rather silly grin, one that looked out-of-place on his face.
Syrus' eyes, wide in amazement could only spring up and hug Jaden around his waist muttering 'thanks' and 'you're so cool.'
A rather loud shout caused Syrus to jump back quickly with a large blush on his face. Jaden's face was still cold and expressionless, but an eyebrow was raised to where the shout came from.
A short-blond haired woman stood in the centre of the arena, her dark coloured eyes staring straight at Jaden. She was wearing a traditional Obelisk Blue Duel Academy robe with fluffed out collars and gold trimmings at the cuffs. A Duel Disk holder strapped across her chest that seemed to be modified to the robe as an easy way of transport.
"What are you two doing?" the woman shouted.
Jaden, who was completely disinterested with the vile looking woman, waved a hand nonchalantly, "We were talking miss, is that against the rules?" his voice dripped with sarcasm, while people who dawned Obelisk Blue robes all gasped in surprise.
The blond woman's face grew red in anger or embarrassment, either way Jaden didn't care, "That's MR to you, boy, and no, but Slifer Slackers like yourself need to pay all the attention you can if you want to succeed in this school." She, now dubbed He, said. That was a surprise; Jaden could have sworn he was a woman.
Syrus muttered a quick apology while he watched his Brother walk off the balcony. Alexis stood, watching the both with a scowl, "Great, now she is never going to like me," Syrus thought depressingly
"Slifer Slackers?" Jaden Questioned, that was new. It seemed the school had something against Slifer the Sky Dragon, despite being, arguable the strongest of the three, "You must be confused, teach, just because we are Slifer's doesn't mean we are Slackers," Jaden started to laugh, a cold, daunting laugh that sent chills down the backs of everyone, "And anyway, you shouldn't dress like a woman if you don't want kids to call you one." He stated.
By now, people on the stands had starting laughing; Crowler hadn't looked so red in his life. All because one boy hated authority of that kind.
"Oh, you think you're a big shot now, Hmm?" Crowler started, his mouth curling up in a sneer, "How about you come down here and duel someone who has a PhD in Duelling?"
Jaden let a small, dead smile appear on his face. A PhD in duelling was just theory work; anyone with a PhD could get beat by a more experienced duellist, as he had already done in countless tournaments and duels.
"I'll pass, Miss. As much as you'd love for me to spend my time with you, you just aren't worth the duel. Besides," Jaden adopted a menacing smirk, "I've had my duel, we wouldn't want your precious Obelisk's to see their leader get demolished by a "Slifer Slacker" would we?" Jaden asked rhetorically, with his peace said, and all the duels complete, he stood up and walked out. He was heading straight to the plane that would take him to his new home for 4 years.
As soon as he was out of the doors, Crowler exploded into a massive of shouts and threats that he was going to get "that boy" expelled.
"Just you wait, boy," the blond-haired man started, "I'm going to make your life at Duel Academy a hell that you'll be begging the chancellor to go home." Crowler said with a confident laugh, Syrus had heard all of this and had bolted to tell Jaden as soon as Crowler had disappeared.
What do you think? Anygood?
RxR please.