Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or Duelist of the Roses. Kiera and various other folks however, are mine.
Summary: An cynical, sarcastic, and anti-social girl named Kiera Blackthourne (pronounced Key-air-uh Black-thorn) is transported back in time and is asked to aid in the vicious battle between the houses Lancaster and York. What side will she choose and what sort of adventure will arise? Based on Duelist of the Roses.
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Prologue: How it All Began
"Class, this is Kiera Blackthourne," announced Mrs. White to the other 10th graders in room 834, referring to the girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes standing next to her. The girl was dressed in all black and didn't look too friendly. "She's just moved to Hillcrest from London. Kiera, take a seat at that empty desk. . . Jonathan, wake up!" A short boy with short brown hair bolted awake, causing the class to snicker loudly.
"Huh? What?" John asked sleepily. Kiera took her seat and glared at the boy with the utmost contempt. "Moron," she muttered darkly, taking out a book and starting to read. No one heard her and Mrs. White went back to teaching the class about elimination, or some other math nonsense. As she did, John tapped the new student on the shoulder. Kiera ignored him.
"Hey. Who're you?" he asked. Then Robert, John's friend who sat right in front of Kiera, turned around.
"You're from England, huh? Jolly good day, milady. wouldst thou like a spot of tea?" Robert asked in a exaggerated British accent. John began laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, choked up in silent mirth.
"Fuck off," Kiera said coldly, without even the slightest hint of a British accent. Shocked, the two boys stopped laughing and stared at the girl as if she'd grown a second head.
"Wait a minute. Teach said you were from England! Liar." Robert stated, turning his back on the deceitful exchange student. Wondering why they didn't notice her cursing them off, Kiera shrugged and returned to her book. She could tell them that she was born in London, moved to New York when she was five, then returned to England last year before moving to the pathetic suburb known as Hillcrest, but why bother? The fewer of these incompetent fools she was forced to interact with, the better. After only a few minutes of reading, she was interrupted a second time by the girl sitting beside her.
"Hey! I'm Liz! It's nice to meet you and stuff," the girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail blurted out at incredible speed.
Kiera ignored her. Oblivious to this indication that the new student wished to be left alone, Liz once again tried to strike up a conversation.
"What'cha reading?" Liz asked, now loudly chewing gum which, if possible, made her even more annoying.
"Lord of the Rings," Kiera snapped.
"Oh my god! I saw the movie! It was SO good! You should see it sometime," Liz blabbed on and on. Kiera was beginning to grow tired of this conversation. If only she had a flamethrower . . . the push of a button, and this preppy bitch would roast. Now THAT would be awesome.
" Liz! Kiera! Pay attention!"
"Huh?" Kiera mumbled, her fantasy cut short by the teacher telling her pay attention. The class snickered loudly.
"And put that book away! This is Algebra, not English!" Groaning, she complied with the teacher's request and crammed the book into her backpack. After ten more minutes of agony, the bell rang, signaling the end of 1st period. Kiera walked out the door. But instead of turning left towards her 2nd period class, she went right and out the door into the parking lot.
"There's no way I can handle nine more classes with these idiots," she muttered, walking off in the direction of the public library.
End Prologue
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So what'd ya think? If you like it, REVIEW! If you thought it sucked, REVIEW! If you wanna borrow money, DON'T BOTHER! Because if I had any money, I'd have spent it already. Later!
Summary: An cynical, sarcastic, and anti-social girl named Kiera Blackthourne (pronounced Key-air-uh Black-thorn) is transported back in time and is asked to aid in the vicious battle between the houses Lancaster and York. What side will she choose and what sort of adventure will arise? Based on Duelist of the Roses.
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Prologue: How it All Began
"Class, this is Kiera Blackthourne," announced Mrs. White to the other 10th graders in room 834, referring to the girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes standing next to her. The girl was dressed in all black and didn't look too friendly. "She's just moved to Hillcrest from London. Kiera, take a seat at that empty desk. . . Jonathan, wake up!" A short boy with short brown hair bolted awake, causing the class to snicker loudly.
"Huh? What?" John asked sleepily. Kiera took her seat and glared at the boy with the utmost contempt. "Moron," she muttered darkly, taking out a book and starting to read. No one heard her and Mrs. White went back to teaching the class about elimination, or some other math nonsense. As she did, John tapped the new student on the shoulder. Kiera ignored him.
"Hey. Who're you?" he asked. Then Robert, John's friend who sat right in front of Kiera, turned around.
"You're from England, huh? Jolly good day, milady. wouldst thou like a spot of tea?" Robert asked in a exaggerated British accent. John began laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, choked up in silent mirth.
"Fuck off," Kiera said coldly, without even the slightest hint of a British accent. Shocked, the two boys stopped laughing and stared at the girl as if she'd grown a second head.
"Wait a minute. Teach said you were from England! Liar." Robert stated, turning his back on the deceitful exchange student. Wondering why they didn't notice her cursing them off, Kiera shrugged and returned to her book. She could tell them that she was born in London, moved to New York when she was five, then returned to England last year before moving to the pathetic suburb known as Hillcrest, but why bother? The fewer of these incompetent fools she was forced to interact with, the better. After only a few minutes of reading, she was interrupted a second time by the girl sitting beside her.
"Hey! I'm Liz! It's nice to meet you and stuff," the girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail blurted out at incredible speed.
Kiera ignored her. Oblivious to this indication that the new student wished to be left alone, Liz once again tried to strike up a conversation.
"What'cha reading?" Liz asked, now loudly chewing gum which, if possible, made her even more annoying.
"Lord of the Rings," Kiera snapped.
"Oh my god! I saw the movie! It was SO good! You should see it sometime," Liz blabbed on and on. Kiera was beginning to grow tired of this conversation. If only she had a flamethrower . . . the push of a button, and this preppy bitch would roast. Now THAT would be awesome.
" Liz! Kiera! Pay attention!"
"Huh?" Kiera mumbled, her fantasy cut short by the teacher telling her pay attention. The class snickered loudly.
"And put that book away! This is Algebra, not English!" Groaning, she complied with the teacher's request and crammed the book into her backpack. After ten more minutes of agony, the bell rang, signaling the end of 1st period. Kiera walked out the door. But instead of turning left towards her 2nd period class, she went right and out the door into the parking lot.
"There's no way I can handle nine more classes with these idiots," she muttered, walking off in the direction of the public library.
End Prologue
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So what'd ya think? If you like it, REVIEW! If you thought it sucked, REVIEW! If you wanna borrow money, DON'T BOTHER! Because if I had any money, I'd have spent it already. Later!