Series: Confusing||Story: False Falcons
Characters: Shun, Yuuri
Chapters: 2-3||Words: 500||Total: 1,000
Genre: Drama||Rated: G
Challenges: Diversity Writing, YGO Arc-V, alternate/divergent timelines, C6, 3-shot w/500 wpcBR Notes: Please read Training A Falcon first. Also, this story is one of mine that can have a good or bad ending. Please vote via my FFnet profile, review/comment/ask on tumblr which you'd like to see.
Summary: It hurts for Shun to think, to recall too far back. Yuuri has other ways for him to spend his time - like training with his deck. After all, he's a warrior of Fusion - isn't he?
Shun wanted to like Yuuri. He really wanted to. Yuuri could be stern – Yuuri even hurt him at times, but it was always for his own good. Yuuri hurt him when he deserved it; when he'd done something wrong.
Shun thought, at times, there was something wrong about that but he couldn't get his thoughts together enough to really be certain. Whenever he tried too hard, his head throbbed fit to split apart and he wasn't able to do anything. Then Yuuri would really get mad at him.
Yuuri being angry sent twitches through him. Not of fear – he didn't think he feared Yuuri. He'd never done that. They'd known each other for ages. How could he be afraid of the boy that he'd known as long as he'd known himself?
At least so he thought. He tried to remember now and then and there seemed to be moments when he saw himself and Yuuri talking, doing things together, but the memories seemed – wrong somehow. A bit faded, but perhaps that was only due to the passage of time. That was what Yuuri said whenever Shun brought it up.
Thinking so hard hurt enough that Shun tried not to do it very often. He had too much else to do, especially now that Yuuri brought him these new cards.
He remembered very clearly that he was a duelist, just like Yuuri was. He was very good at it, too. He didn't remember who'd taught him how to duel. Perhaps it had been Yuuri. He couldn't remember anyone else. Every question he had about his past circled back to Yuuri.
Yuuri, whether he liked it or not, was his entire life. Shun wasn't sure if he liked it. He couldn't remember anything to compare it to and he wasn't sure of why he didn't. Yuuri hadn't ever told him why and thinking about asking brought that throbbing up again.
Together he and Yuuri entered the training room. A few Obelisk Force members were already there, chatting among themselves, but the moment they saw the two of them they started away. Yuuri shook his head.
"You two," he ordered, indicating the ones he chose. "You're going to spar against us."
The two selected exchanged glances before moving over to the appropriate area. Shun thought they looked worried but they said nothing as they shuffled their decks. At Yuuri's nod he did the same thing, as did Yuuri.
He wasn't certain about these new cards. Just seeing them sent a strong sensation of something wrong. Maybe it had something to do with having originally been XYZ cards. But Yuuri did this for him. Yuuri made him something that would work for him, but in their style. He wouldn't let these cards go to waste.
The faintest hint of throbbing behind his eyes warned him not to pursue that any further. He grit his teeth and prepared to duel, determined to use what Yuuri gifted him and make his best friend proud of him.
To Be Continued
Notes: Next week wraps it up! Though Shun has a long way to go.