Hey people! I'm back again:-) Sorry I took soo long. I was busy finishing up some video games, drawing, and sigh projects. Sorry 'bout that, but I'm back!
This chapter is very different from what I usually write, so...yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh GX, so I don't know everything.
Oh, by the way, I'm 12 years old. It seems so small when I say it here though...oh well. Good Job Dan-Chan-Haru-San!
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Chapter 10
Call It Infatuation
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"Syrus, I'm back! How you doing little buddy?" Jaden said as he entered the room. Syrus was still sick in bed.
"I'm alright, Jay." Syrus said, "How much homework did Dr. Crowler give us?"
"Uhhh … It'd be better if I didn't tell you. Oh, by the way, Cecelia gave me these flowers for you at class. They smell pretty nice, and it includes a Get Well card too."
Jaden gave them to Syrus, who looked at them for a moment, and then gave it back.
"Wow Sy." Jaden said.
"What?" Syrus asked, confused.
"Well, it's just that usually when I mention Cecelia, you blush, or do something strange. But this time, you acted, well, normal."
"Oh." Syrus said, although he didn't understand fully.
"Does this mean you're finally over her?"
"What do you mean finally? She's only been here for five days!" Syrus said.
"Whatever. Do you still love her or what?" Jaden asked.
Yes, I know for a fact I still do, but she seems to like you a whole lot more. You win your duels, and I just lose. I just lose and lose, and nobody likes a loser… Syrus thought, although other words came out of his mouth.
"Well…I dunno." Syrus replied.
There was a knock on the door. Jaden went to get it, and opened the door to someone they least expected.
"Hey Zane!" Jaden said happily.
Syrus's heart skipped a beat. Oh no. Zane's here. What does he want?
"Hi Jaden. Alexis told me Syrus was sick. I just came to see if she was lying."
Jaden knew what Zane was telling him was a lie, because one, Alexis would never lie. Two, Zane was there when Syrus got sick.
"Well Syrus is right here." Jaden said as he opened the door a little more to reveal Syrus in his bed. Syrus was facing the wall, so Zane could only see a small figure under a blanket, and coming out was a big patch of blue hair.
"Do you mind if we have some time alone?" Zane asked.
"Well, uh, sure. I was going to leave anyway." Jaden lied as he stepped aside to let Zane in. Then, Jaden left. Jaden didn't even know where to go, but he didn't want to stay in the room. He didn't want to leave though, but he had to. After all, he shouldn't mess with brothers.
"Hi Zane…" Syrus said.
"Hi Syrus." Zane replied.
It went dead silent in the room after that. Neither of them wanted to speak. Then Zane sighed.
"Syrus, I know I haven't exactly been the best brother ever," Zane started to say, "but I was hoping I could make it better."
"How could you do that?"
"I don't know," Zane said as he got the chair from the desk and lifted in front of the beds. Then he sat down and said, "I thought if we just took the time to talk, maybe we could be closer brothers."
"I'm not going to die Zane, I'm just sick with a fever." Syrus replied.
"Then that just proves how bad a brother I am. If we were better brothers, this wouldn't seem as awkward as it is." Zane said.
"I guess…" Syrus answered.
It was true, wasn't it? For some reason, he just didn't feel like talking to him. He just wanted him out. Maybe it was because he was sick and wanted room to breathe, or maybe he was too tired to talk…or maybe he was right. Maybe they were so distant that the sight of the other was too unpleasant to keep a conversation alone.
They went silent again.
Syrus's head rushed with thoughts of what Zane did for him, but the only thought that seemed to come was the one with the bully and Power Bond. Syrus thought he was going to win, but he was actually about to seal his loss…
But Zane came just in time. He stopped the bully and saved Syrus from defeat. But, the truth was that Zane just made him lose all his other future duels.
I wanted to beat that school bully, but I couldn't. Zane saved me from humiliation, and I should thank him for that, shouldn't I? He's the top duelist in Duel Academy, why shouldn't I thank him? He's the best of the best…he's never defeated… ever…
And then something colorful caught his eye. He looked at it, and realized that it was those flowers Cecelia gave him, and the blue Get Well Card.
…But everybody loses at least once.
"Zane, I have a question." Syrus said, "Cecelia said you and her were in the same tournament before, and she quit that tournament, and you won by default, right?"
"What about that?"
"Well, Cecelia said that you and her dueled before she forfeited, and she said that you weren't really winning much. Is that true?"
"Yeah, Sy. It is true."
"So you…lost?"
"Yes, I lost. I'll admit that much, but there were some other things going on when we dueled."
"You mean when you were adding life points? I know all about that."
"No Syrus," Zane said as he shook his head, "I mean other things."
Syrus put on a confused face. "What kind of 'other things'?"
"Uh…" Zane said, "Let's just call it dueling distractions."
"Can you tell me?"
"Err…no…"
"Please? I won't tell anyone, I promise!" Syrus begged.
"Um well… okay, but only because you're my brother."
Syrus smiled. Not only because he just won, but because of what he said. 'But only because you're my brother'.
"Okay Syrus, stop grinning, or I'm not telling."
"Oh, okay." Syrus said, restricting his smile.
"Alright, here it goes."
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Zane looked around the huge stadium. He had just won his last match, and now he was waiting to be sorted into the next duel.
This huge crowd of people is enough to get you jumpy, but the bright lights just make it worse. Good thing I kept my cool on that last duel, or I might not have one. One step closer to winning that Junior Duelist Cup…
"And now onward to our semifinals!" the announcer shouted to the huge crowd. Everyone began to cheer for the four finalists: Amelia, Zane, Robby, and Cecelia.
"Everybody, please turn your attention to the giant screen behind me! The computer is now sorting the duelists into pairs!"
The screen showed four faces and scrambled the up. After a few moments, it stopped scrambling, and showed two pairs. Zane and Cecelia, and Amelia and Robby.
"And there you have it folks! Amelia and Robby will be competing first, and then comes the duel with Zane and Cecelia! I wish you all good luck!" the announcer said as he stepped off to the side and allowed dueling space for Amelia and Robby.
Meanwhile, Zane and Cecelia were shuffled off into the waiting room, where there was a giant, flat screen TV to watch the duel. Cecelia was wearing a pretty skirt and a tank top, with pretty boots and a shoulder bag. Zane sat down on the couch facing the TV as his opponent waltzed up to him.
"Hi there!" said the blonde girl known as Cecelia.
Zane didn't reply. It was better if he didn't make friends with his opponent, otherwise he might just hold back his winning punch (They're dueling though, not boxing).
Cecelia stared at him for a few seconds, awaiting a response. When it didn't come, she sat down next to him and faced the screen.
"You know, you're supposed to say, 'Hey there! I'm Zane Truesdale, and you must be Cecelia Harp!'"
Zane still ignored her. He didn't want to be mean, but he didn't want to be too friendly either.
Unfortunately (and I'm sure you know), Cecelia has a very short fuse that's easily lit.
"Listen, you jerk!" she shouted as she stood up and looked him straight in the eye. "Just because I'm your next opponent, doesn't mean you have to treat me like a … like a … Ugh!"
"It's not very good to lose your temper," Zane finally said, "The person you're dueling can easily turn it against you."
"Oh, really? Well in my case, it helps. Cause then, you don't know what I'm thinking!" Cecelia said as she smiled and winked.
This left Zane confused.
"Weren't you just angry before?"
"Yeah, and what?"
"People don't usually have such…mood swings."
"Well what about you? Weren't you just silent before?"
"That's…that's different."
Cecelia nodded and then started to giggle.
Zane was confused again, and curious. Finally, he figured it out.
Oh, I get it now, Zane thought, she's scrambling my thoughts, that way I won't be able to focus.
"Now I understand how you win." Zane said, and with that, Cecelia stopped giggling.
"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Cecelia said.
"How you win your duels."
"Uh… you mean waste my opponent's life points?"
"No, your catch. You say a bunch of nonsense that leaves your opponents puzzled, weakening their memory on combos."
"Oh wow! Really? I do that?" Cecelia said, very interested.
Zane felt like smacking himself on the forehead. Oh wait, but that isn't right, Zane thought. She's trying to get me annoyed…
"Don't try to fool me," he said calmly, "It's not going to work."
"What? Oh jeez, what are you talking about?" Cecelia replied, angry once again, "I just duel, that's it. I am not like Mai Valentine, who uses psychic abilities to make her opponents uneasy! I just duel."
Zane kept a face that said, 'Liar.'
"What, you want me to prove it? Alright then! Let's duel!" Cecelia said.
"Duel? Are you crazy? We're going to duel in a few moments anyway. Why don't you just wait until we can settle this officially? Besides, the duel disks are at the arena."
"Yeah, but our decks are right here!" Cecelia said. She put her hand to her hip, right on top of her deck box. Zane looked to the right of him, at his deck box. Cecelia was looking at it too, and he knew what she was going to do.
Zane reached over fast to grab his deck, and he got there first, but now Cecelia's hand was on his. Up until now, Zane never realized what soft hands Cecelia had. And, since they were both leaning over, their heads were very near to each other, so close that her hair was touching his face. She had big, pretty silver eyes, and shiny, soft blonde hair. And against all odds…
He blushed. His face went very hot, and he knew it was probably red. But, he only blushed for about two seconds, because emotion was one of those things that made you lose.
Cecelia took her hand off his very delicately, tickling the back of Zane's small hand (remember, he's entered the Junior Duelist Tournament, so he's small. Cecelia is his height right now in this flashback).
"You still want to duel?" she asked.
Zane nodded.
They began to duel the old fashioned way, no duel disks, just you and your cards (oh, and your duel spirit). Cecelia promised to keep her mouth shut unless it was important, so she could prove to him that she could duel.
The worst thing of it all was that Zane began to lose. He knew he was losing, but he couldn't help it. In his heart he knew he could beat her, but his hormones were blocking his vision. Eventually, Cecelia's Familiar-Possessed – Aussa was about to strike the final blow, and Cecelia just had to say something.
"Zane, You're about to lose all of your life points, and I didn't say a word! Ha! Oh, but Amelia and Robby aren't done dueling yet. Hey, do you want to keep dueling? We'll just add 2000 more LP to each other. Sounds good to you?"
Zane nodded. Anything to keep her near to him.
This time, Zane managed some blows, but Cecelia still was on the winning side. Then, after awhile, they were called out for their duel.
"Now? Oh great! Zane, can you tell the announcer man that I'm in the bathroom?"
"Um, okay." Zane replied as they put their cards back into their decks and Cecelia ran off into the bathroom.
Zane went out into the bright-lighted dome. They cheered again, and Zane never noticed how many people actually liked the way he dueled.
Zane felt a great jump in his heart. He no longer felt sad about feeling defeat, he felt great that he was in the tournament. All these people want to see him duel. Sure, he was still just a junior duelist, and maybe he was just being dreamer, but he knew one thing. There was no way he would let himself lose again.
"And now, Cecelia Harp!" the announcer said.
Zane woke up from his short, inspirational daydream and dashed up to the announcer. He whispered in his ear, and the announcer nodded.
The announcer was about to say something, but then his walkie-talkie started to buzz. The announcer brought it up to his ear, listened to it, and then put it back down to his belt.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Ms. Cecelia Harp has forfeited the tournament for family matters. Instead, the winner of this duel by default is Zane Truesdale!"
Everyone clapped as Zane smiled, although deep down, he wondered why Cecelia quit. He only wondered though, because he still had feelings for her.
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"That's why you never lose?" Syrus asked.
"Yup Sy, because I'll be disappointing more then just myself."
"And the dueling distractions…?"
"Just call it infatuation." Zane said.
"So you're in love with Cecelia?" Syrus asked, scared the answer was yes.
"Well I was, but then it wore off. I'm glad too. If I ever had to duel her again, I'd show her how I really duel."
Syrus grinned. His brother was the best duelist he knew … and he was certain that even Cecelia couldn't beat him either.
"But Syrus," Zane said mischievously, "a little birdy told me that you like Cecelia."
Syrus's grin faded away, and he turned red, Zane style.
"Er, Zane… I, uh, don't like her anymore…too."
"Syrus, I might not be your very close friend in all, but anyone can see how much you like her. You're as see-through as water."
"Zane! I don't! Really!" Syrus shouted.
Zane laughed at how defenseless he was about the topic.
What in the? He's laughing? Since when does Zane Truesdale laugh? Oh well…I better enjoy this looseness while it lasts…or not. He's teasing me, how can I enjoy that?
"Zane, I don't like her! Honest to death I don't like her! I like the Dark Magician Girl, and that's it!" Syrus shouted, then he realized how stupid that sounded.
"Whatever Sy." Zane said as he smiled. This let Syrus feel a little better.
Zane looked at his watch (I'm giving him a watch, no objections please) and noticed that it was nearly 6:00. He promised to meet Alexis at 6 at the lighthouse.
"Sorry Syrus, but I've got to go now."
At those words, Syrus suddenly regretted wanting him to leave.
"Don't go Zane! We just started to talk a little more! Can't you stay?"
Zane shook his head. "Sorry little brother."
Syrus felt sad, but of course, he nodded. Zane got up and put the chair back in its place and then went back to his brother.
"You know Syrus, you didn't cough or sneeze the whole time I was here. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're back to tip top shape."
Syrus grinned again. He was right anyway. Maybe his immune system just destroyed his sickness, or maybe the flu just decided to leave him and fly over to Zane… or maybe he was sick because his brother and him weren't close enough, and this whole chat was the cure. So to Syrus, taking his medicine was the best thing in the world, and he hoped he could take it again.
Zane reached over and jumbled up Syrus's bright blue hair and said, "Bye little brother."
"Bye…big bro."
Zane got up and left the room, leaving a very satisfied Syrus behind.
Zane…you're the best…---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yay! Another finished chapter! Don't worry, this isn't as worthless as it seems. Oh, and Zane Style meant the way he blushed when Cecelia put her hand on his.
See ya!