ok, ok, so that's not exactly how it went down, but i can say this much, it did go down as she died. hi there, I am Haruka Tenoh... no Kaiba at the end... see, the thing is, i thought i was dead, as in non-exsistant, non-living, not breathing, not moving... ya know, dead. any how, it went down more of a--
---the day of the shooting, that is told in truth---
You can't help it, but this gut feeling is telling you that there's something wrong... something just doesn't feel right. But you decide to pack your things up and leave, leaving behind all that would have been. You sit there, staring at the blank wall, thoughts running through your mind, such as: Where should I put the key? Where would I be able to go? Am I real? Does this place really have a place for drop-outs like me to work?
You hear that soft knock and think it's only your imagination. Who would want to come see you. You stare at the door, your face is as solid as stone and won't budge. You hear that knock again and you get up, feeling the tingling in your toes from sitting on your feet for so long. You ignore it and open the door. You look up to see Chazz, his black hair dripping from all the sprinklers going off on the pathways and his white and blue uniform was also dripping wet. He had his arms crossed and you noticed the Key around his neck. It was almost like looking at some angry bull that was about to trample all over you.
"Haruka, I need to talk to you. Can you come out here?" He sounded a smidge irritable.
You follow him outside, leaving the door open a crack. "Yes, Chazz?" You stand beside him, your hair falling around your shoulders as you undo the ponytail. "Did something happen to you?"
"Erm, you see, there are these guys, their here to tear down Duelist Academy and they want to duel a student-teacher pair and everyone agreed that you and Lyman would be doing it." Chazz's eyes remain cold as you stare into them. You feel a shudder at the sound of a duel with Lyman. "If either of you loose your life points first, before the other, they intend to take you instead of sending in the demolition crew. Also, you can only duel with fourty-five cards and you have to have a deck master." Chazz walked away.
You look over your shoulder at your backpack and stare at the front pocket, where your cards are set neatly. You have that urge to play the duel, but you lost in your last duel... so why would this one be any different? Besides, Lyman would probably do better with Jaden or Syrus... Well, what's the harm in trying again?
'But you can't! A by-product can't duel like you do! You suck!'
You feel the rage build up at the sound of that voice and you snatch up you bag and arange your deck, sucking misserably in picking the best monsters for a duel...
---later---
Lyman wasn't so sure he should have bailed like that, but one of the newer teachers was really looking forward to dueling with a student against two opponents, so he was trying to duel alongside you. Lyman simply sat in the stands with Pharaoh. He waved to you and you feel your heart rocket up to your throat and you simply wave, no smile or anything.
The duel began. It was your move, so you draw. The cards you hold Graceful Charity, Graceful Dice, Pot of Greed, Jar of Greed, Mystic Elf, and Dark Necrosphere. You sigh and start. "I place this card face-down and activate Pot of Greed on me and Jar of Greed on Professor Jericho." You two draw the required cards. 'I suck... Not a good card to boot yet.' You look up. "And I'll end my turn on that draw." You stare at your cards. The card you drew was your Dark Magician... a card you couldn't use just yet anyways. You look up as you see a monster coming at you. Yup, you suck big time. You already lost one thousand and twenty points.
Jericho played his cards. You were loosing points and he was still in the clear. Why? Why had he put all the attack damage on you? Was he really thinking that you'd be better as a guine pig than a duel partner? That wasn't how double duels go! This ticks you off severly and you glare evily at him and he smiles at you. What was so funny?
"My draw." You draw a card. Mystic Box. You look and then sigh. You put Mystic Elf in defence mode and put down another spell/trap card. "End of my turn." You wait for it. You know that they hve four monsters and yet, you deliberately taunt them. You know your loosing... but you still want it to be over with, just to forget the pain that and agony of this defeat you were being handed.
Slowly but surely your down to four hundred life pointsand loosing fast. Jericho sucks, and he seems to be not caring about what your thinking or what your doing or what your saying. You look over at Jericho and he's starting to panic and you sigh heavily. 'Now he worries. What's with this guy?' You see that he's up by a thousand life points, since everyone, except him, has four hundred life points and he has fourteen hundred life points. 'This guy's mentally insane. That, is definately a fact.'
You draw a card, knowing that your going to lose with it. It's a Kuribo. Your holding Kuribo, Dark Magician, Pikeru, Celtic Guardian, Spellbinding Circle, and Curse of Dragon. Your deck sucks big time and it's to late to turn back. On the feild you have Graceful Charity and Monster Reborn, neither of which will help you any. You sigh and prepare to loose the entire duel and your place at Duel Academy.
You decide to play Graceful Charity and that doesn't help you all that much. Now you have even weaker monster such as The Calligrapher Goblin and the most useless card you've got, Prematureal Burrial... neither will help you in this duel at that moment, but you were definately dead. You send Kuribo to the graveyard, hoping to just leave him there and play your Monster Reborn to sacrifice Kuribo and your Curse of Dragon to summon Dark Magician and that's all you could do.
On the other side of the feild, they've got two monsters each that could kill you in no time at all. You decide to just give up, since your deck seems to suck so horribly. Soon, you find an attack coming at you and you soon find that you've lost what little life points you had left. You fall to your knees in relife of the fact that you won't be humiliated anymore in front of the school and in sorrow at the fact that you lost all grip on this whole ideal of dueling becoming your life.
They come over and pick you up, dragging you over to the edge of the arena. You lost your own life and now belong to someone you've never met before, and yet, you know that they'll do something nice to you... eventually.
You watch as Jericho beats the two of them in one fell swoop and wins the duel for DA's saving. The demolition of this school was saved, thanks to a no-name teacher who stepped up to the bat. You smile. At least the school will be saved for the sake of the rest of the year and for the time being, until it was time to replace it.
That's it. You are now in the hands of two buissness tycons who are dragging you away, not giving you the chance to stand. As you pass him, You see a tear fall down Banner's face and you feel the pitty swelling up in your chest. You let down someone who you loved who was expecting so much more of you. You look away and start to follow them, jogging to keep up with their brisk pace with longstrieds.
'Your a by-product, what did you expect? You can't ever be a normal girl nor a normal person. Don't expect pitty for a copy-cat.'
ok, ok, this is what you call Second Person POV. i decided to make up for the Mary Sue as best i could, so, i decided to put the reader into the story... might not work as well as i want it to, not like it'll be that big a deal when i delete some parts... and i think it's sucks because i'm used to writing from third person POV, so forgive if it's all weird for you to read...
anyhow, i'm sure you guys will still say it sucks, but then, why are you reading this fic if you think it's sucks? is there a really good reason you read something so stupid to you that you keep have to keep reading it? it makes me think i may be good and i may be bad... but, i've learned to control my anger out-put because i remembered something... if you think something is bad, there's no good reason to hide it, i mean, it's good advice to keep the younguns from loosing interest... I NOW ACCEPT YOUR "PRAISE" OF WORDS ON HOW HORRIBLE I AM WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE/AM! and it doesn'tmake me angry for that reason.
