Author's note: ALERT! Stop everything! First of all, I would like to thank Shadow of Raven for reviewing my story, and also for reminding me to mention something very important. OK, Legend of Ascalon has absolutely NOTHING to do with Guild Wars. Let me explain: this whole idea was originally my English project, I already had the story line, just needed a title. And then one of my friends suggested the name Ascalon and I thought that it was perfect. That was until the kid told me that he got the name from Guild Wars. I'm very sorry about this and I would like to just remind everyone that this is a Yu-gi-oh fic, and there would be more references later but please don't be put off by any of this, it's only going to get better. Cheers!

Dajun.

Chapter 2: Troubled Times

"Platform 4 is now being boarded, platform 4 is now being boarded."

Atto ran to speed at the sound of the intercom.

"Platform 4 is now being boarded, please prepare to show your tickets."

Tickets, something that Atto made sure he had this time.

"Platform 4 is now being boarded, please allow time to load your packages."

Time, now that was something he didn't have, but he was never going to get any no matter how early he woke up that morning.

"Atto, you fool!" He silently yelled at himself, "Why did you have to be so direct last night? If only you implied your feelings and watched out for reactions, you wouldn't be in this mess right now." But he was in it whether he liked it or not, he's going to apologise to her even if it's the last thing he'll do.

But he couldn't stop himself thinking, is this girl really worth so much effort? Do you really like her that much? Is it really worth risking a chance of getting your face smashed in? He thought for a moment, picturing her face in his mind and answered his own question. Yes, yes she is.

No one ever told him this was going to be easy, he himself never thought that this was going to be easy. Yet as he stepped off the MD express, he couldn't hep feeling a little bit nervous.

Just tell her you're sorry and that you didn't mean any of it.

But I did! He thought, starting a little war in his own mind, I meant every word of it!

By the time he reached the front door of the rather old-fashioned red brick house, he felt as if his head was about to explode. Not even the sweet smell of spring nor the singing birds could ease his doubts, especially the fact that when he knocked on the door, there were no replies.

He stared at the house, slightly confused. Surely she would be home at this time of day; she never did like going outside anyway.

But still nothing, not a sound, not even an annoying "Go away!" coming from inside. Although it wouldn't surprise him if she really did yell at him, he was after all, a complete fool the night before and he was mature enough admit to his mistakes like a man. Yet he wasn't a man, he was a teenager, a stupid teenager who just happened to fall for one of the toughest girls he's ever known.

He can hold back no longer…

"Angle? Are you there?" He whispered through a tiny hole in between two bricks on the side of the house, fearing beyond all else that someone other than her might hear him. "Look, I just want to talk, if you're still a bit confused then just…" He paused, wondering what to say next, it could be the only chance he'll ever get, but fear started yank at his sleeve and told him to cut it short and get the heck out of there before it's too late.

"Just forget all about it!" He yelled uncontrollably, even though this was the last thing he ever wanted to say to her, especially in this way, "Pretend that it never happened so that we can both just get back to our lives!"

"Forget about what?" A sweet yet firm voice came from behind.

Atto jumped in reaction and made a rather painful noise at the same time as he realised that something or someone was holding him down by the neck.

"I'm listening, Emes," She whispered into his ear, sending him a slight chill down his spine, "And don't ever call me Angle!"

Now he was really scared, for those who knew Angle or Angelina would know that she is rather skilled at self defence and breaking someone's neck happens to be one of her many favourite skills, right next to knitting.

"So," Atto replied nervously, choosing his next few words carefully for it could be his last, "Where were you? I've been looking for you all day." He closed his eyes and waited for the worst, because that reply definitely wasn't something that Angelina was expecting or wanting to hear. To his surprise, however, she let go.

"I just went to pick up a few things at the shop," She said in a rather cheerful tone, the very last thing Atto expected her to do, "I was just around the corner when I saw you belting down towards my house and so I decided to see what was so urgent." She finished with a sly look that told Atto instantly that he wasn't out of the woods yet, Angelina wanted answers and he needed to provide her with some good ones.

"Angle… I mean, Angelina," He spluttered, trying to think of something quick and smart to say before attempting an escape, "I just wanted you to know that I've made some awful mistakes last night and I would very much like to apologise for my behaviours."

Angelina looked at him in the eyes, as if scanning for the truce, for a brief moment she thought that she saw a twinkle of a lie but it quickly became apparent that he was more scared than guilty about anything.

"Well," She sighed after a few moments studying him, "This is obviously one of those things where we go inside to discuss," Atto stared at her, not believing his ears, "So if you'd like to step inside, we could have a nice pleasant that would hopefully sort this mess out."

Without another word, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door and from that moment, Atto knew that he's not going to get out of this whole thing any time soon…