Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh GX. Just own the OCs.

AN: Back for another update. Sorry for the long wait, but I've been making some changes in my life that took up a lot of time. Glad that you guys liked the duel between Jason and Steve last time and seeing Jason go kinda and dark. Believe me, you don't know the meaning of Dark Jason yet. He'll definitely make you raise your eyebrows and drop your mouths in shock. Jaden too, so be aware.

Also, someone left an anonymous review on Season 1 asking a question. I don't know if they're here, but I'll answer it anyway, and mild spoilers for Jason's mindset...

Okay, so the question was how could the backstory of Sly and Clockwerk be the same as the games if Jason designed them? That's a good question. My answer is, and here's the small spoiler, Jason always had hatred inside him. Let me elaborate. He's been bullied his entire life for being mute, so when he designed the cards, thinking he wouldn't ever see them off his notebook pages, he let out all his angst about it and made Clockwerk. He originally had Clockwerk as something that he used as an outlet to let loose his anger. We'll learn more about that as the chapters go by and Jason starts to open up more.

Granted, he changed the backstory upon awakening from his coma on getting shot and after hearing from Jaden what he did to his parents. He has some anger towards Jaden for killing their parents, accident or not, so he changed it and had Clockwerk kill Sly's family as a way to express his anger towards Jaden about what he did. Jaden knows this, hence why he got mad when Jason used Clockwerk in their duel in Season 1. Clockwerk represents Jaden's vile action of killing his parents and also is a representative of just how dark Jason is.

Hope you liked that answer and sorry it was long xD

Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 7-

After the duel between Jason and Steve, the group had disbanded to their respective dorms while Jaden and Jason made their way towards the guidance counselor office. It was time they held up their deal with Crowler and went to see the therapist that he had requested to come and talk to them. Jaden was open to the idea, which is why he voluntarily went in first when they arrived. That, and Jason's glare said that if he was gonna be forced to do this, he wanted to prolong it as long as he could. That was fine. Jaden didn't care so long as Jason did it.

He had taken his seat and quietly asked for Yubel to not listen in on this. This was something he needed to do on his own. She understood and left him alone while Haou decided to stay quiet. Jaden was relieved for that. He could do without the secondhand comments coming from his unwanted roommate.

Jaden let a sigh escape his lips. He brushed his two index fingers together as the ticking of the clock began to be too much for him. He was currently sitting in a rather comfortable leather chair with his back slightly hunched over. His eyes remained fixated on his red boots, easily pointing out the darkened stains that rest on the front and side of his left boot and the rather bad stain that he knew was under his right.

"Mr. Yuki," he glanced up a little at his name being called. Sitting on a similar chair ahead of him was a man that was in his early forties. He had brown hair that was neatly washed and combed that also went perfectly with his brown eyes. He had a pair of black rim glasses that stood out in front of them. He was wearing a blue button up shirt and black pants with brown dress shoes. He was currently sitting up straight, a clipboard resting in his lap with a pen in between his fingers.

Dr. Hideaki Yeager. Crowler's apparent answer to their problems; at least Jaden hoped so.

"Mr. Yuki," he addressed again. "Do you know why you're here?" He asked in a professional tone.

"Because I'm a danger to the people here?" Jaden threw out.

"That's what other people say. Let me rephrase myself," he tried again. "Why do YOU think you're here?"

Jaden could honestly give this man a hundred different answers to that question. There was so much wrong with him that he could sit here and begin listing until nightfall and he STILL wouldn't be close to halfway done. Still, he had to say something, if only to see if Yeager was good enough to help Jason, who was in an aggravated state outside the room waiting for his turn of the 'fun'.

The ex-inmate straightened himself out. "Well Doc, I think I'm here to get to the bottom of the millions of things wrong with me." He chuckled. "I won't lie about it. I'm a mess. I got a thousand problems with many more sure to come." Oh he did. Especially if the Light of Destruction was upon him.

"And why do you say that?"

"Because I have all these issues," he started, "All these regrets," he held his hands near each other. "I have them all squeezed together inside my chest that has me ready to explode in this rage..." He frowned. "This rage that scares me. This rage that I know will end in someone else dead." He explained. As Yeager wrote, Jaden was thinking about how to keep it all bottled in to avoid that outcome. He was tired of hurting people. It did nothing but birth some temporary victory inside of him.

"I understand that you have friends that died?" Jaden gave a curt nod. "Were you close to them?"

"We escaped prison together, Doc. You answer that for yourself." They were family to Jaden. They were family and they would always be considered as such.

His therapist nodded. "Were you closer to one more so than the others or were they all equal?"

That's an interesting question. He was close to the entire crew, but he always had this bond with Carlos that was there when they met. Thankfully, Carlos wasn't dead so he didn't fit the bill that Yeager was asking. Tweener was Jason's best friend. S-Circuit and he got along well, but Jaden wasn't closest to him. Sawbuck saved his ass many times outside of him being an asshole at first. Walter... He got happy just thinking about the guy. Yeah. That's the answer.

"Walter Anderson was like my dad," Jaden answered. "Although we hardly got along at first. Hell. I considered him my archenemy when I first got to prison. After I needed him for the escape, I buried our ill will to have it go smoothly. After being forced to talk with him, I guess I just started to look up to him." He smiled at a memory.

"This one time, we were going about some new ideas for what we were gonna do once we got out. I didn't have any other agenda other than clearing mine and Jason's names, so I mostly just listened. Walter... He wanted to reconnect with his son. He told me about him, how he was his pride and joy, why he gave him his name Jesse, and his hope to make him proud after all the trouble he's caused. I don't know, but that always stayed with me." Jaden saddened. "Shit..." He mumbled. "Jesse..." He buried his face in his hands. "I didn't tell him about his dad."

Jaden wanted to break the news to Jesse himself about his dad's death, but he hadn't found the time to do so. He had gotten stuck doing a bunch of other shit that interfered with his desire to make a phone call. He felt like a bigger prick than usual.

"I'm sure he knows by now, but I should've done it like a good friend would've."

"Sounds like you really looked up to this man."

"I loved that man," he admitted. "He was my father figure. I loved him and I got him killed by bringing him into my world of bullshit."

"Aaron Elric killed him, right?"

"Yeah... But that wouldn't have happened if I was a better friend. If I was a better leader, then they would all be alive. Walt, Shane, Eren, Andrew. The four of them would still be here and free if I would've done my job and kept them alive."

Yeager nodded to himself as he wrote something down, letting Jaden rant what he needed to rant. It would be good in the end.

"I can't say I am better than Aaron."

"Why's that?"

"I've killed people." He reminded. "I don't even know how many by now." He bowed his head. "Some are dead for my protection while others are dead for my brother's protection..." he glanced down to his boots again. "Then there's the two or three that are dead for my satisfaction. So I can wake up in the morning, or just get out of bed from a sleepless night, and look in the mirror to say, 'Hey, I killed them and I'm happy I did.'"

As he replayed these words in his head, he felt the banging of his skull as the bullets fired again within his ears. He was half-tempted to cover them, but knew that it would only serve to make the echoing louder.

Yeager noticed his tone of speech, jotting down another note of sort.

Jaden decided to move past that topic. "To add to it, I can't even help my brother. He's lost sight of who he is and it's driving me up the fuckin' wall not knowing what to do!" He leaned forward. "My brother is a killer like me and I can't pull him back. He thinks I'm an idiot, but I see how much he gets off on doing the violent shit that we did. No one smiles after killing someone unless they're fucking deranged."

"Are you speaking from experience?"

"Yeah, I am." Jaden nodded. "I won't lie, Doc, I've smiled when I killed someone. He had my girlfriend in a chokehold and was gonna kill her. I lost my shit and grabbed a knife and cut him open. I ripped him apart piece by piece long after he bled out and died. I didn't stop until I was physically pulled away." Jaden recalled the science experiment that was Jurou after he got his hands on him. "I know how messed up it feels and I don't want my brother to feel that way. One psycho in our family is enough considering we're all that's left."

His bowed head after that statement was all the answer that the therapist needed in regards to his willingness to talk about his parents. He couldn't force him to talk. He was just here to encourage him. How he went about it was up to him, whether it be fast or slow.

"I know this probably too much, but how many? How many people have you killed?"

Jaden wanted to curl into a ball and just cry. The amount of blood he has on his hands was dripping down his arms and encircling them into some kind of sick blood armor. It would never come off. He would be dragging these demons for the rest of his life.

He shrugged, "I don't know..." He wasn't gonna admit to his parents' deaths. Not when he was cleared of those charges. Even though he couldn't get trialed for that again, he rather keep those skeletons in the closet piled behind lots of clutter.

"Ummm... Let's see..." He closed his eyes. "Two during a prison riot... Three during another..." He listed as he let the faces come to him. "And two more when they tried to rape my girlfriend and friend... When they already raped my friend's older sister." He definitely had more, like Rick Stevens and that man that worked for the Admiral last year, but he didn't know how to explain that. He said seven, but the total count probably reached at twenty; maybe more.

Yeager raised his head like if he caught sight of something interesting.

"That's a lot of people, Doc." Jaden rested his head in his hand again. "Why did you ask me that?"

"Because getting that out will help you in the long run," he explained. "Knowing exactly how many you took out will help quell some of those demons. If you have no clue or lose track, you should be worried." Jaden bit back a laugh. "You seem to know exactly what you've done and that's good." Yeager seemed to figure that Jaden wanted to talk about something else. "How's your sexual activity?"

Jaden choked on the air he was trying to breathe, promptly looking up to give Yeager a startled gaze. He was as still as a statue. How did he go from his bloodlust to just his lust? "As a teenager, your hormones are skyrocketing, which is another reason why you get very emotional when something goes on. I'm merely trying to hit all the possible points here."

"Well you can check this one off since I don't have any sexual activity going on." Jaden revealed. "I mean- I do sometimes- shutting up now!" He halted his words. "I have none, moving on!"

Yeager found amusement in that. Maybe he'll ask him this every day he's here. "Fine. How's your relationship with your girlfriend?"

Jaden felt that was sorta similar to the last one. Shrugging, he got comfortable within the seat. "It's fine, I guess. I'm happy with her if that's what you mean. We're just getting on by." He spoke slowly, looking away just a little.

Yeager saw something to peel open. "Would you mind elaborating on that?"

Jaden sighed, "I don't feel like I'm the same person she was interested in when we met. I still love her, but I have this nagging feeling that she looks at me differently."

"Differently how?"

"Like I'm some kind of killer." He said. He caught her looking at him with this expression that all but read 'I don't know who you are'. He saw this for the first time after he straight up murdered someone in front of her. "Now that I think about it, I can't exactly blame her..." He muttered. "I'm not the same guy. I'm different. More... Vicious, I guess. And not just her," he continued. "Everyone looks at me like that sometimes. Most of the time it's when I am angry."

"I wanna ask you about your social life." He pressed.

Jaden shrugged. "It's fine, I guess. I still talk to my friends, just not as much as I used to." He sighed. "I don't have a whole lot to say to them without it making them awkward."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because all I can seem to talk about is about what happened. For some reason, it's always serious topics. It's never anything like funny moment of the day or how much homework we got to do. It's always about mine or Jason's sanity or about the traumatic events that went on." Jaden explained. He hated it when talking kept leading back to the same place. Is he okay? Is Jason okay? Every goddamn time!

"It's still present on everyone's minds. When something big happens, it's all anyone can ever talk about. It's just how humans are." Yeager explained. "And, if they keep asking how you are, it means that they care about your wellbeing."

"The first time is fine, Doc. The tenth time makes me wanna put my fist through a wall."

Yeager noticed where his head seemed to go when he was angry. He wrote that down.

"From what I can gather on you, you seem to be stuck in this self-degrading attitude."

Jaden smirked, "That your diagnosis or opinion, Doc?"

Yeager didn't react to his sarcastic tone. "I have an idea, but I want you to know that you won't get in trouble for it. Everything between us is confidential. As long as you aren't gonna hurt yourself or someone else, I have to keep quiet."

"You're scaring me, Doc." Jaden laughed. "What idea? You peeked my curiosity."

"Say everything you've done." Jaden's next remark died out. "Let it out. You seem to think you're a bad person. If you say everything you've done out loud, it might help to decrease the guilt you feel. Sometimes saying something is the best way to get rid of a problem."

Jaden sighed. "I'm not a problem, Doc. Just a boy who's crossed many lines."

"Like what?" He pressed.

Jaden figured it was safe. He couldn't get charged for any of this shit again and it might do good to get this all out in the open. "Assault, Theft, Destruction of public property, Destruction of police property, escaping prison, Breaking and Entering, Alluding Authorities and Murder..." he whispered the last one. He noticed Yeager was writing this down. "Maybe there's more, but that's all I can think of right now."

Jaden laughed, "Yet, despite all of that under my belt, it still doesn't hit me as hard as one small fact."

"Which is?"

He took a deep breath. "My failure of keeping my brother safe." He said. He glanced down to his boots. "I'm supposed to be the oldest and protect him from any and all danger that may come his way. I thought I was doing fine in that regard... But after he got arrested again and was thrown into Red Road prison, I couldn't help him; I was still on the run." He said.

"He went inside that place a good kid and came out as this totally different person. He killed many people in that place to protect himself and he seemed to have lost sight of who he is. He hasn't been the same since he went in there and it fucking terrifies me. I never thought the look of absolute danger and hardened killer would ever cross his face. It seemed alien to me. But alas," he nodded his head to the door. "He's sitting out there waiting to talk to you about what happened in there."

Yeager continued writing for a little bit before he turned his focus back to Jaden. "From what I gathered about you from your Chancellor, you're a good kid, despite having been a mild troublemaker last year."

Jaden smirked.

"Despite all this, do you think you're a good kid?"

"No," Jaden immediately replied. "A good kid don't do the violent shit I've done. Nor do they look themselves in the mirror and say 'Hey, good thing you killed that guy and broke this guy's arm'. A good kid is like how my brother Jason was last year. It don't make sense." He sighed. "It doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?"

"How my brother changed so much." He explained. "He was such a good boy. He was a boy that our parents would've been very proud of. Strong, hard working, smart, and considerate of others. I know that they would've been through the roof that Jason got a girl as a beautiful as Asami. Same can definitely be said about me and Alexis. But..." He rubbed at his right hand. "I don't know if they would approve of us now."

"They were your parents. They would always have been proud."

"Can you honestly believe that after knowing what I've done?" He asked. "Let me tell ya a story about one of the people I've killed." Jaden sat up, mirroring Yeager's professional position. "He was part of the group that raped Asami's sister. Now, according to Alexis and Asami, he didn't take part of it, he tried to talk his men out of doing it, and he did his best to make sure Lex and Sami were comfortable despite the horrible situation. We come in and we butcher his friends and his brother. Jason broke his neck with the chains of the basement door lock." Jaden almost shivered when he remembered the sound of his neck breaking.

"He's sitting there crying, shitting himself, swearing to God that he was good and would vouch for us and against the Princetons. So, I get my tape recorder- this is at my house mind you- and I hold him at gunpoint. He confesses, I play it back, and I'm standing there. I'm standing there with this guy at my mercy. He has shit in himself and I have my girlfriend telling me he wasn't bad. I consider it, I do..."

Jaden's face darkened considerably. "Then Aaron pulls his adult daughter out of the basement covered in bruises and remnants of her rape, looking like a beaten down and broken animal that had been pushed too far. I see her, as bare as a newborn baby with only her dad as any kind of cover, and I snap." He snapped his fingers. "I shoot the asshole point blank in the head; no remorse." He recounted.

Yeager did very well to hide the shock he had upon hearing this. He only bit his lip and nodded his head.

"So, now that you know that, would my parents be proud of me?" He asked, nodding as his eyes welded up with tears. "Huh? Would they be proud of me becoming a killer? A murderer? Would they be proud of Jason for what he's done? What he's become? Would they?" He shed some of the tears. "Come on, Doc. Answer me." His voice was shaking like a branch in a rainstorm. "And not just them. How about my friends? Girlfriend? Should they be proud of me too? Be proud that their friend became this monster?"

Yeager took one look at this kid, and for the first time since he sat in this room, saw how broken he was. Jaden tried to put up a tough and nonchalant persona, but deep down, he was very troubled by all he's done and how what he's done affecting his image in the eyes of his loved ones. This wasn't something that was gonna be done in a few sessions. This kid had demons he was gonna be fighting for the rest of his life.

A bell rung. Yeager sighed. "Well that's all for today, Jaden. We'll pick up again tomorrow." Jaden nodded, having exhausted his will to talk. As he stood up to let Jason know it was his turn, Yeager cleared his throat. "As for whether your parents would be proud of you..." Jaden halted his advance towards the door, his back to Yeager and his face staring blankly ahead. "They would be for keeping your brother safe." Jaden stayed in the same spot for a few seconds before he continued walking and disappeared past the door. Yeager sighed to himself as he waited for his second patient of the day to come in.

Not ten seconds after Jaden left, Jason came barging in. His slamming of the door and the scowl present on his face showed his absolute pleasure of being here. He mumbled a little bit before he turned to fix his therapist with that same scowl.

"Jason Yuki?" He asked. He got a frown as a response as he took the spot where Jaden was sitting, his arms folded at his side as he stared at him. "My name is Dr. Hideaki Yeager. Your chancellor-"

"Yeah, I know." He interrupted.

Yeager nodded. "Okay... Well, I want you to know that I'm here to help you. Listen to your problems and offer any kind of advice that I can. When you're ready to talk, you can start."

Thus began the longest waiting game Jason had ever been a part of. He sat there completely motionless for twenty minutes. His eye only occasionally went to glance up at the clock to check to see how much longer he had in here before he reset it to look at Yeager. He had to give props to the man as he patiently waited for him to say something. He was sure he would impose and start the conversation, but he was giving him the opportunity. It got him to chuckle.

"Hmm?" Yeager asked. "What's funny?"

"You." He answered. "Sitting there waiting for me to begin a conversation you can clearly tell I want no part in."

"I'm not here to force you to do something you don't wanna do." He reminded. "I'm just here for when you're ready to begin healing."

Jason laughed again, only this time it was at his words of supposed wisdom. He shrugged. "Healing? That's funny."

"How so?" Yeager held back his smirk of victory at getting Jason to begin talking.

"Because it's not possible." Jason shrugged. "At least for me."

"Why do you think that?"

"Let me answer that with a little riddle." Jason cleared his throat. "If something breaks into two pieces, what do you do? You fix it. It's simple and easy to do so. Just click the two pieces back together and there you go." He held up a finger. "But, what happens if it breaks into hundreds of pieces? You say 'Fuck it' and throw it away. You can't fix it, so why bother trying."

Yeager nodded. "You're the broken hundred pieces." He stated. Jason's silence was all he needed to know. "How come you feel that way?"

Jason smirked. "Nice try, Doc, but I don't exactly feel like telling you that." Yeager shrugged. "Like I said, I don't feel like explaining myself to you. I don't know you and, not to be rude, but I don't like you. Why should I open up to you?"

His therapist nodded. "You're right. Why should you open up to me? Some things are too personal to be talked about with someone you don't know well." He saw Jason nod in agreement. "So, why not work on building that trust?"

Jason smirked. "I'm not too keen on making new friends."

"Who said we had to be friends?"

"I don't even talk about my problems with my girlfriend or brother and they're the two most important people to me I have left. Sorry, but we'll never build that level of companionship I have with them."

Yeager went back to his little notepad to jot something down. He did this for a few seconds before turning back to Jason. "Okay, but we have to at least talk about something so I can tell your chancellor something."

"Fine," Jason shrugged. "Here's something..." He leaned back in his chair. "I killed people. You can tell him that I took some nasty assholes off the planet."

"No offense, but that isn't exactly something new. I knew that before I was even contacted by your chancellor." Yeager said. Jason shrugged uncaring. "There is something about you that I wanna get to know more about."

"What?"

"Your relationship with Aaron Elric." Jason sucked in a breath as his glare made a triumphant return. "I was informed that you tried to attack him the first day of the school year." Jason kept glaring. "If you could, would you elaborate more on that?"

"I hate him. I want him dead." He explained.

"I should let you know that while anything said here is confidential, I have to inform someone if you plan to hurt yourself or others." Yeager warned.

"I'm not gonna kill him." Jason defused Yeager's thoughts. "Realistically, the prick would destroy me in a fight. Morally, I won't kill the father of my girlfriend." He explained. He would never make Asami hate him on purpose. Killing her dad would do just that. "That don't stop me from wishing a car would fall from the sky and crush him." He said. "Is that a cause for alarm?"

"For different reasons, yes." Yeager nodded. "You're dating his daughter?" He hadn't heard that before.

"Yep." He nodded. "First girlfriend too. Funny how things work out, huh? My most hated enemy is the father to my most loved honey." He laughed. "Shit... It's all so surreal." He mumbled.

"How is your relationship with her?"

"Well, we had sex a few weeks ago. So I guess good." Jason smiled at the memory. "That was about the only good thing that happened to me this summer. Between the violence and death, I really needed that release; that escape." He sighed. "I love her so much."

Yeager had to silently admit that he was happy for the kid. "She hasn't treated you any differently in regards to the past few events?"

Jason shook his head. "Aside from the occasional spat about my problems with her dad, we're even closer than we were before. I guess the whole near death experience had something to do with it." He shrugged.

"Spats?"

"Nothing big, but she asks me to stop being mean to her dad a few times a week."

"You hate him because he killed your friends?"

Jason gritted his death together. "Yes..." He growled out. "He murdered them. I don't care why he did it, he still did it. They didn't do nothing to him and he killed them anyway." The anger was surfacing again, showcasing the start to Jason losing his shit at whatever was near him. Yeager wisely decided it was time to move on from Aaron. They would come back to that.

"How's your relationship with your friends?" He asked, studying Jason's face for any kind of hint to him getting angry. While he did scowl still, his face was relaxed a considerable more amount than it was before.

"Fine, I suppose." He shrugged. "I know they're worried about my new 'outlook' but we still get along fine." Jason chuckled. "I will say this... I think- fuck that, know- that a girl likes me. A freshman."

Yeager motioned for him to continue. He was surprised he was getting anywhere with this guy on the first day. After hearing about him, her estimated it would take a week.

"How do you feel on that?"

"Annoyed, honestly." He said. "She's... Nice, I suppose; but I'm not interested in her and she knows I'm taken, yet she continues." He shrugged. "I don't know why."

"Maybe it's your charming side." Yeager cracked.

"Bite me," Jason smirked back. "I don't know why she likes me, but I really don't know what I'm gonna say to get her to leave me alone."

"How about just being friends?"

"No." Jason shot that down quick. "I don't wanna say something bad and have her maybe attack me in my sleep. I don't trust people that are happy all the time. They seem like they got something to hide, especially pretty girls that are happy."

"Oh, she's pretty?" Yeager smirked when Jason flipped him off, a blush on his face.

"Yeah, I noticed. Regardless of that, she's not my type. Plus, she would be scared shitless of me if she saw me did what I did and what my outlook was."

Yeager's interest was peeked. "This new outlook you spoke of? What is it?"

"You fuck me, I kill you." Jason answered, his voice slow as he whispered out the words in a menacing tone that had Yeager almost shivering. "I'm tired of being second fiddle to people who think they can do whatever they want and say anything. I enjoy knocking them down a few pegs... Or knocking them down to hell. Depends on who it is." He said.

This kid definitely had more issues than Jaden, Yeager noted. "You've followed through with this outlook of yours?"

"Whoa, Doc," Jason halted him. "Trying to get me to confess?" He asked, now emitting a warning look instead of a dangerous one.

"Like I said, if you plan to hurt anyone, I have to tell someone."

"The only people I've killed were some very dangerous criminals. The only ones who I've initiated this outlook towards was the scumbags who raped my girlfriend's sister." Yeager remembered Jaden talking about that. "You wanna tell someone about that, go on ahead." He encouraged, even motioning Yeager to the door. When Yeager obviously didn't budge, Jason lowered his posture back to normal.

He was obviously not shy about the people he's killed, Yeager noted. Unlike Jaden, who showed some regret, Jason didn't seem to care. It was like it was some pesky chore that he needed to get done and over with. Kinda scary to think about considering he's a sixteen year old kid.

"I understand that unlike Jaden, you were put in a second prison, correct?" Yeager asked.

"Yeah," Jason shrugged. "I killed Brian Phillips, the cops found me and locked me back up." He recounted, a satisfied smile crossing his face when he thought of his killing of his fellow Domino Eight member.

"The prison you were brought in can be described as a dog eat dog world and you managed to survive." He said. "Something had to have happened on your end to allow that possible. You wanna talk about it?"

Jason shrugged, "Why not? I got nothing to hide or be ashamed of." He said. He got comfortable, folding a leg on top of his knee and folding his arms across his chest. "Since I could write a book about the shit that happened, I'll give you a rough draft." He cleared his throat.

"After I got arrested for my previous escape, I was taken to Red Road prison as it was more high security than East Domino. Probably thought the place could hold me when the other prison couldn't. So, luck had it, I already knew a few people inside..." He held up two fingers. "My friend Carlos and that asshole Aaron were there too. I went about a few hours before I had to fight someone to the death for the prisoners entertainment."

"How'd that work out?"

"I beat his face in." Jason retorted. "Afterwards, I seemed to have this reputation. No one fucked with me and even a few poor bastards were impressed with the Domino Escape. I had a name in the criminal underworld." He laughed. "Probably still do..." He shrugged. "Whatever. After we decided to escape, we went about doing that. I made another friend, killed a few more people who tried to kill me, and escaped." He answered. "Some details are missing, but it ain't important to ramble on. You probably don't wanna hear it."

"I do, but I'll wait until you're ready for that..." Jason nodded. "This friend you mentioned, do you wanna talk about him?"

"Why?"

"You don't strike me as someone too keen on making friends." Jason gave a startled expression. Yeager ignored that. "What was it about this one that you decided to call him that? At least, I assume it's a he since you were in prison."

"Why would a girl be in an all male prison?" Jason asked. "What kind of fucked up thinking is that? Maybe I should be there and you here." He gestured between them. Yeager shook his head. Jason sighed, "I don't know. He helped me, I guess. He sold me things I needed, had my back, and helped coached me on the workings of that particular prison. Plus... He reminded me of my dead friend." He closed his eye, taking a deep breath to calm himself after feeling some heat rise in his chest.

"You all right?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah, just a little warm in the chest is all." He waved him off. The heat kept coming as he thought of Tweener, feeling it travel up and towards his face and allowing Jason to feel flustered on top of everything else. He tried shaking it away, having an inkling of what it was and wanting it to go away.

"Your face is red." Yeager pointed out. Jason cursed as he tried wiping his hand up and down his face, hoping to take some of the red away. "You sure you're okay." Jason ignored him as he kept wiping. Yeager thought back to what they were talking about before. It was about how someone reminded Jason of his dead friend. After he said that, his face got red after a warm feeling in the-

Oh! His face lit as he figured it out.

Jason saw that. "Shut up! Don't say it!" Not sure he could take it, Jason said fuck it and exited the room although he still had ten minutes left to talk with his therapist.

Yeager sighed. This was gonna be tough. Both of them had issues, but Jason especially had something more wrong with him than Jaden did.

He sat there as he wrote his conformed theory in his notepad, using the ten minutes he was supposed to have with Jason thinking of how to bring this topic up in a way that won't have him doing this again.

...

Jaden sat outside the counselor office, waiting for Jason to finish his go with Dr. Yeager.

Jason barged out, pushing past Jaden when he tried to grab him and marched away. Jaden watched him stomp away, looking like a deer in the headlights.

Yubel appeared next to him. "What was that about?"

Haou came next, "Lasted a lot shorter than I expected him to given the way he is now."

Jaden agreed. He turned back towards the door, about to go and ask . Yeager before he remembered that everything was confidential. He couldn't tell him shit. Jaden had to look down where Jason ran with a confused and troubled expression.

'What did you say, Jason?'

...

Jason stormed off, slowly picking pace as he put as much distance between him and that place as he could. His face was still red as he stomped away, looking for a certain someone. Now this asshole therapist had the same bullshit theory that Jaden did. It was pretty much spelled out on his face as he stared at him like he just figured out the secrets of the universe. He wasn't that good at his job!

He was walking away down the halls and towards the front entrance of the school, hoping that he found who he was looking for soon. He stepped out into the light of the afternoon, scanning around as he kept walking. A few students looked at him confusedly, Jason realizing he must look like a fuckin' idiot with his pacing. He didn't find a familiar face, so he kept walking, heading towards the Slifer Dorm.

The heat was leaving, but Jason wanted to erase it from his thoughts permanently. He broke into a jog as he got impatient with his current speed. He hoped he didn't have to go much farther.

Much to his luck, he found who he was looking for underneath Jaden's favorite hangout spot:

Asami was reading a book under the shade of the tree.

Jason broke into a full sprint, the wind rushing against his ears as he made it towards Asami's location.

She turned her head upon hearing him coming. She smiled. "Hey!" She set her book down as he stopped above her. "How was- hey!" He picked her up by her arms, setting her against the tree. She saw his troubled expression. "What hap- mmph!" She was silenced when Jason planted a kiss on her, returning it with a little less fervor than he.

He pulled back. "Asami, please." He panted.

"Please what?" She asked, a little worried for him when she saw how scared he was. "What did you and your therapist talk about?"

"Make love to me!" Jason begged, growing increasingly more worried by the second. He needed this gone, now!

Asami's face turned as red as his own. "Here? Now?" She turned her head to see past the tree, checking out the distance between them and the main path. "Someone could see! We could get in a lot of trouble!"

"Please..." He had tears in his eye, holding back the whines that he felt coming up. He hated that he was sounding and looking pathetic, but he didn't know another way to get this burning feeling to go away. If not this, then he was gonna have to maybe accept a reality he didn't want to face.

"You're crying..." Asami noticed. "Jacey-Baby, what happened?" Jason shook his head, a few of the tears he had falling and landing on Asami's face. She's never seen him this upset. The only time that rivaled this was when his face was revealed to her for the first time. She took another glance down the field before turning back and kissing Jason. "Quick." She nodded.

"I love you." He kissed her back. "You. I only love you." He mumbled, starting to grab at her shirt.

Asami stared worryingly at him before she joined in.

End of Chapter 7 of Gentle Darkness vs. Light of Destruction

Yeah, I'll stop here before things get too far. Now, what is wrong with Jason? Why does he need some 'fun time' with his girlfriend to get something to leave him alone. I know. Do you? Commence the theories in the review section now!

This is essentially a chapter that really delved deeper into the minds of Jaden and Jason. What I liked about Jaden's is the way he let out everything he thought was wrong with him in these loose ends that barely connected from the last point he was talking about. The point was to show he disjointed his mind is and how unsure he is about how to fix his problems.

Now that we got this done, we can split the focus between the other members of the cast. Everyone will get a focus that showcases how they are while moving the story along. This is all leading to the end of the first arc of this story, which I call the 'Troubled Beginnings' Arc. Some characters will share a chapter as to avoid the story getting more cluttered than it already is. Some ideas had to be cut when I saw it wasn't going anywhere.

We'll start the focus with the girlfriends to our two main heroes. Alexis and Asami will be focused on next time with Atticus and Chazz. We'll then see Zane the chapter after that with a duel in the pros (No, it isn't Aster. That duel isn't coming for awhile) with Syrus also getting some focus. Then some development for Hassleberry and Bastion and then a chapter focusing on Aaron. Misaki and Hikaru already got their focus in chapter 4. They're not members of the crew yet, so they're not important to show yet. After the Aaron chapter, back to canon.

Anyway, now that you got that little time table, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and what's coming next. Hope to see you all review and I hope you stick around for the next chapter.

The Domino Eight will be getting some more attention as I ignored that story for too long. It's important to the universe I've created and it needs to be worked on. The updating will be a little uneven, but that's only because writing something again after I lost it isn't exactly thrilling for me. To elaborate, I had up to Chapter 10 completely planned and written of The Domino Eight and then guess what!? Computer virus! Wiped out everything! So, back to the Phone of Writing to do everything again!

Next Time: Chapter 8