Summary: The girl: Aya Mikami. The guy: Zane Truesdale. Both: Are in love with dueling, the ocean, and(secretly), each other. The conflict: Aya's dead…and is seeking revenge from her murderer. Rated T for language and religious references.
Chapter 2
Dr. Crowler stormed into class Wednesday morning. He was NOT in a good mood today. Not only had Jaden Yuki just beaten Bastion Misawa, but the 'mysterious transfer student' had supposedly arrived yesterday, and he was expected to introduce them to the class. If you asked him, this new student was more trouble than they were worth. Dr. Crowler slammed his papers down on his desk and called the class's attention.
"Attention, students. Attention! I said ATTENTION!!!!!!!!" Immediately, the room was silent. "Thank you. Today we have a-"
"Sorry I'm late, Doc!"
"Jaden Yuki, you are late!! You and whatever fellow slackers are with you have one weeks worth of detention! Now, as I was saying, today we have a transfer student joining us. So, please welcome," Dr. Crowler skimmed the papers he had been given on the new student, searching for their name. His eyes widened, and the dropped the papers in shock.
"A-Aya Mikami?"
"Why thank you, Doctor. It is an honor to be here today."
The class looked to the doorway, and was met with the sight of a teenage girl with dark brown hair and an Obelisk uniform leaning in the doorway. She, Aya apparently, walked calmly and slowly toward the podium Dr. Crowler was standing on.
"Something wrong, Doc?" she asked with mock concern. Aya tilted her head, appearing worried, but her back was to the class, so they didn't see the smirk on her lips. She inconspicuously slipped a piece of paper onto his desk, and walked to the very last seat in the very last row, next to the wall.
Dr. Crowler stared unbelievingly at the female student as she stalked up to her seat. It was the same seat she had always sat in three years ago, before her, before her…
Before her murder.
The doctor shuddered as he remembered that night. But then he became consciously aware of his class, staring at him as if he had three heads. He cleared his throat and picked up his lesson plan. "Anyways, try and make Ms. Mikami feel welcome. Today we will be studying Basic Deck Types."
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Aya leaned back in her chair, bored out of her mind. She had covered all of this her last year at DA, and she still knew all of it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. God, could he BE any more boring?
"Aya Mikami!! Since you obviously don't feel the need to pay attention during my class, perhaps YOU can tell us all of the different card types!"
"Why certainly, Doc. Monster cards can be grouped as Fusion Monster cards, Normal Monster cards, Effect Monster cards, and Ritual Monster cards. Trap cards can be divided into Normal traps, Counter traps, and Continuous traps, while Spell cards are separated into Normal spells, Continuous spells, Equip spells, Quick-Play spells, Ritual spells, and Field spells." Aya finished without moving her head or opening her eyes.
"Perfect. What else from an Obelisk." Dr. Crowler spat out. He wasn't surprised. When she was alive, Aya was always one of his top students. Actually, she shouldn't be in this class at all. He would put her into the same classes as Zane Truesdale. She could handle it, he was sure. And if she couldn't, well, it would be fun watching her squirm.
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Brrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg
"Alright, class, I'll see you tomorrow. Aya Mikami, please see me."
Aya walked down the rows of seats and stood in front of Dr. Crowler's desk as he erased the board, his back to her. "Yes, Dr. Crowler?" she asked, growing annoyed.
"Aya, since you are obviously more advanced than this bunch of slack-jawed idiots, you will now take classes with the third years, even though you are only a second year student." He said, turning around to face her.
"Why thank you, Dr., I feel honored." she said, doing an exaggerated bow.
"You should. Now get to class!!"
Aya smiled slightly as she ran out of the room. Same old Doc Crowler. I wonder if anyone else has changed in three short years?
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Professor Banner gathered all of his alchemical supplies and dropped them onto his desk. "A transfer student today Pharaoh, what do you think of that?" he whispered to the overweight feline.
Pharaoh just purred and jumped out of Banners arms to chase after a mouse.
"Ah, hello students!" he called as his class filed into the room. They were all the most advanced students, and Crowler had said he wanted the new student in this class. Actually, he wanted her in all advanced classes, which was a little odd from Dr. Crowler, but still. This student apparently deserved it.
"Excuse me Professor, where would you like me to sit?" a female voice inquired from the doorway.
Professor Banner glanced up, and immediately wished he hadn't. His entire body went cold, and he dropped the glass vial he had been holding. "You…."
"Yes, Professor Banner?" the girl asked, the corners of her mouth curling upward into a twisted smirk. She angrily flicked her bangs out of her eyes and made direct eye contact with the frozen teacher. "Where should I sit?"
Professor Banner gestured with a nod to her old seat, right next to Zane Truesdale. She quickly and quietly made her way to her seat. As she slid into her seat, she gave a brief nod to Zane and then directed her gaze straight ahead.
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Who is this girl? Alexis told me about her chilly welcome from Dr. Crowler, and then how she was immediately put into third year classes after one period. That is certainly rare, if not unheard of.
Zane glanced at the girl from the corner of his eye. Said girl was staring dead ahead, apparently focused on Professor Banner. She wasn't taking notes, but then again, neither was he. She had straight brown hair with side bangs and grey eyes. She seemed almost inhuman, with the way she could sit without moving, or even blinking, and how she seemed to float above the floor as she walked. He sensed something was amiss with this girl…he just couldn't quite tell what. The teachers thought something was wrong, too, with the way they reacted when she entered a room; and the students felt a chill whenever they looked at her, especially her eyes. If anything about her was inhuman, it was her eyes. They were cold, grey, and lifeless, almost as if someone had sucked her soul out. No, not quite that, but…
Zane jerked out of his thoughts with one haunting realization.
She looked like a ghost.