iWow! I was speechless at the responses from the first chapter. I got so excited that I almost had a panic attack.
This would've been the fastest update for me if I had posted it when I wrote it, but I had some family problems. Also, the chapter was extremely sloppy. Finding and fixing my own mistakes suck.
To tell you all the truth about the late update, I was scared. I was afraid, from the high expectations everyone seems to have for this story, that it wouldn't be quite up to standard. Also, we moved to a completely new place and I had a hard time adjusting.
Never did I own Yu-Gi-Oh! Gx and never shall I.
Chapter 2
Zane's Biggest Fan
Chapter Two
Zane closed the door behind him quietly. He looked around the room silently, wondering what possessed him to ask someone he'd never met out for coffee. Said someone was nowhere to be found.
A rustling sound was coming from the behind the seats in front, where he stood for the duel. He walked toward the sound and heard a female voice.
"No, mom, he's not a creep, pervert, or rapist. He's Zane Truesdale! I talk about him all the time."
Amy stood up, hair falling in her face. She brushed it away irritably, "This is serious! Please, momma, please? He's really nice and smart and-"
Earsplitting laughter exploded out from the other end. Amy flinched and blushed angrily, "I don't say that! I'm not obsessed I'm…I'm…"
Her frown was replaced with a grin, "I'll tell you when I think of it, may I go please?"
A deafening shriek pierced the arena, "THANK YOU, MOM!"
Amy hung up the phone with a pleased smile. She spotted Zane and waved happily, "My mom said I could go!"
"…I heard."
Her face turned a dark red and she smiled guiltily, "I'm really not that freaky. I was just so excited that she said yes, even though I knew she would've anyway. She knows about my thing for yo- I mean, she's such an awesome mom."
She rushed down from the seats, nearly tripping on her way down. She stopped in front of him, a big grin on her face. She was wearing a large gray coat, a blue backpack on her back.
"Are we walking or driving?" she asked.
"Walking."
"Ah," she nodded wisely, "I bet you walk all the time."
"Why would you say that?" Zane asked sharply.
She looked taken aback, "Be-because you're so fit! I assumed that you walked to keep in shape, aside from a daily workout. I do, even though I'm not exactly fit, walk, I mean. I walk everyday."
Actually, he did walk everyday. But not for the reason Amy thought. His boss stopped paying for limos saying gruffly, "Maybe the cold air will help you think." Zane was always the first to arrive and last to leave, therefore he assumed no one knew that he walked to his duels.
"Everyone walks everyday." He said finally.
Amy let out a breath. She smiled playfully, "I know that. I meant that I walked as in exercise. I walk for about an hour and a half everyday. I also practice boxing and that's how I know Hiro. But why don't we get our drinks before we talk some more?"
Zane nodded. They both walked out the door, bracing themselves for the cold chill. Zane wore a thick dark blue trench coat and gloves while Amy wore her gray jacket, hands deep in her pockets.
"S-s-so, w-w-where are w-we go-going?" she asked, teeth chattering wildly.
"A small café down the street."
"A-Ah…t-today's the c-coldest d-day of the s-season…" she said knowledgably, looking at the stormy gray sky.
"Hn…"
Amy glanced at Zane. His dark blue hair waved smoothly in the cold wind but he didn't appear to be cold at all. He was taller than she was, but she figured that, seeing as she wasn't very tall herself. He stared straight ahead but his eyes flickered to her and she turned her head away quickly, staring at the ground with a blush on her face.
Amy sat down first, putting her backpack on her coat carefully before plopping down ungracefully. She smiled nervously at Zane as he quietly did the same; only he sat down a little more regal than she did.
A middle-aged waitress came over and set down two waters and dog-eared menus.
"What do you want to drink?" she asked flatly.
"I'll have a Wild Cherry Pepsi, please." Amy said right away.
"Okay, and you?" said the waitress, looking at Zane monotonously.
"Coffee." He said.
"Black?"
Zane nodded.
The waitress left and Amy put her menu at the edge and unzipped her backpack. She pulled out a small stack of paper and a folder. She set the paper and folder on the table and grabbed a pencil and black pen from her purse.
Zane managed to get a small glimpse of the folder. It said only two words, "Number seven."
"Why me?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm sorry?" she said, looking up from her stack of papers, pushing her sliding glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.
"Why me?" he repeated, "Why are you still here?"
"Because, silly," she said with a smile, "you invited me!"
Her smile faded when she saw his expression, "That's not what you meant, huh?"
Amy pulled at her sleeve absently, "You're asking why I'm still your fan."
"Does it bother you? Do you not want me to be your fan anymore?" she asked quietly.
Zane said nothing. He watched her with an unreadable expression, waiting for her answer.
"…Just because you're having an unlucky streak now…I mean, just because you're losing now…er…"
She was quiet for a moment. "I don't think anyone would be a true fan if they left the person they admire just because they're having a bad day," she said slowly. "I can't imagine how you must feel, losing everything. Having all that pressure on you to win. Hearing those jeers and…and…"
Two big, fat tears rolled down her face and she whispered sadly, "and having things thrown at you all the time."
Zane thought of the small bump on the back of his head, wondering if she saw the bottle being thrown. Amy wiped her face with a napkin. She took a deep breath and smiled, "So, I thought…if you realized that you still had one fan, you might be happier. I know I'm not someone you'd probably be friends with, and I know you would've never talked to me before, but I still wanted to be your fan, even though you never probably never would've noticed me. It's a lot of fun."
She grinned lopsidedly, "I'm proud to be your fan. I like going to your duels, I don't care if you lose. I mean, I'd be very happy for you if you won," she said hastily. "But a true fan stays. And I'm staying. That's why I'm your biggest fan."
"How's your head, by the way? I saw you get hit with the bottle." She asked, her voice hinting concern.
"You saw that?"
"Yeah. You didn't hear me? I was the one who screamed." She said sheepishly.
The fuzzy memory became clear and he remembered what happened.
"You lose!" his opponent sneered. The crowed jeered.
"You suck!" someone yelled, and they threw a glass soda bottle at him. A shrill scream echoed throughout the stadium.
"'Oh my god! Somebody help him! He's bleeding! He's dying!' That was me." She said sheepishly.
"I overreacted, sorry. I beat the shit out of the guy who did it," she added happily, "he's still in the hospital. But he never told anyone that it was me because a girl kicked his ass…."
"You…you put him in the hospital?"
"Yes. I broke four of his fingers, his nose, cracked his jaw, and I kicked him in…in that place."
"'That place?'" he asked, confused.
She blushed hard, "You know…the naughty place. Where the sun doesn't shine?"
Amy jumped when Zane laughed. She cracked an edgy smile and blushed.
"'The naughty place?'" he chuckled.
"That's the first time I've seen you laugh." She commented happily, "You look even cuter when you smile."
A light pink tinge appeared on Zane's cheeks.
The waitress came back with their drinks and set them on the table rather roughly. Amy's Pepsi splattered onto some of her papers.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed. She grabbed a clean napkin and dabbed the papers quickly but gently.
"Sorry," said the waitress, not sound sorry at all.
Amy ignored her and continued her dabbing.
"What would you like to eat?" asked the waitress.
"I don't want anything!" Amy snapped angrily, not looking up at the rude waitress.
The waitress snatched the menus away without asking Zane what he wanted and walked away indignantly.
"It's ruined…" Amy moaned softly, leaning back in defeat.
"What's wrong?" asked Zane, taking a sip of his coffee. He set it aside with a small frown on his face; it was cold.
"It's…it's just a picture. I can draw another one, but I kind of liked this one…"
She handed it to him gloomily. He was surprised, it was a picture of him dueling Takeshi. She was sitting behind him so it was his backside point of view, but it was still a good picture. The only problem was the giant light brown stain in the middle of it.
"This is very good." He observed.
"R-Really? Do you think so? I had to take lessons on drawing people; I used to be very bad at it."
"Yes."
Amy smiled then frowned, "I'm sorry. She went away before you could order."
"That's okay," he sighed. "The coffee was terrible. I'm sure the food would be, too."
"May I ask you a question before we go?"
"Sure…"
"Can I…can I…" she stuttered. "Can I have your autograph, please?!"
Her face was red now and she pulled a picture out of him out of the folder. She put it by her pen and said, "I've wanted to ask you for a long time but I was too scared to. I carried your picture with me, hoping that I'd be brave enough to ask you someday…"
He took the photo and noticed the bandages around her hand, "How's your hand?"
"Oh…it's okay. I carry a first-aid with me, so it was no biggie. Hurt like hell, though."
A ghost of a smile crossed his lips and he signed the photo. She emitted a small squeal when he handed it to her and she bubbled with excitement, "Oh my god! I have your autograph! This is so cool!"
She put the photo in the folder very carefully, as if it would shred in her hands. She put the papers in the folder and placed the folder in her bag.
"Are we leaving now?" she asked with a sad look in her eye.
"Yeah," Zane said, looking at his cold coffee in disgust.
"M'kay," she said.
Amy put on her coat, then her bag and grabbed her purse. Zane picked up the hastily scribbled on check and they headed towards the cash register.
"Uh…you're not leaving a tip are you?" Amy asked.
"No."
"Good…poor service…extremely poor service…" Amy muttered darkly.
A pretty teenage girl was waiting at the register, picking at her nails in boredom.
"Did you enjoy your dinner?" she asked dully.
"We didn't order food and the coffee sucked," Amy said pleasantly.
"Do you want me to pay, Zane? I want to, please let me." She begged.
"Zane?" said the girl, her head snapping up, "Zane Truesdale?"
"The Zane Truesdale." Amy said proudly.
The girl scoffed snidely, "And who are you?"
"I am…Esmerelda…Mistress of the Shadows!" Amy said very loudly and dramatically, causing a few heads to turn in alarm.
"Right…" said the girl sardonically. She turned her attention to Zane and smiled sweetly, "So…are you still S and L?"
"S and L?" repeated a puzzled Zane.
"Single and Looking." She said seductively.
A very light, pale pink blush spread across his cheeks, "Er…"
"No." Amy said stiffly.
"Oh, so he's with you?" sneered the girl.
Amy blushed, "No…"
"Then shut your fat ass up," jeered the girl. "There's no way he'd ask someone like you out. He probably only feels sorry for you."
Amy stared at the floor and said nothing.
The girl smirked at Amy and smiled sweetly at Zane, "If you're interested, I'm S and L, too…"
"I'm not," he said, "But I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk to my date that way."
"D-Date?" both girls said in unison.
He handed her the money and turned to leave.
"You suck!" the girl snapped suddenly, "You're a stupid loser. You're just a-"
The girl stopped when Amy twisted around and marched over to the girl.
"Don't you ever talk to him like that again, you stupid little bitch. You know nothing, nothing…" Amy stopped with a disconcerted look on her face. She turned and left quickly, leaving the stunned girl and Zane behind.
Amy walked quickly through the crowds, pushing herself past people.
"Hey-Wait! Amy!"
Amy stumbled at the sound of Zane's voice and fell alongside a building, not far from an alley. She pulled up her legs and put her head on her knees. Her bag lay beside her in a heap.
"Are you okay?" Zane asked, kneeling beside her.
"I…I…" came the muffled reply.
"Amy…?"
Her shoulders were shaking violently. She pulled her head up suddenly and began to laugh loudly.
"I-I-I fell! I tripped over nothing and fell!" she said between laughs.
Her laughter causing Zane to chuckle softly, it was a strange laugh. It sounded like a hissing cat; 'kee-kee-kee'. His chuckles turned into full-blown laughs and soon they were laughing loudly on the ground.
They stopped a while laughter, both leaning on each other and breathing deeply.
"Wow…I haven't laughed like that since…yesterday, I think," Amy said tiredly, wiping tears from her face.
"I haven't laughed like that since my duel with Jaden," Zane said with a sigh.
"Jaden Yuki?"
"Yeah…"
"Hm…I heard that he's a cutie," she said thoughtfully.
Zane looked down at her and said, "Oh?"
"Yeah…but I heard that he's not as cute as your brother." She said, looking up at his face.
"Hn."
She shrugged and looked at her shoes, "I dunno, though…I don't think anyone could be cuter than you."
"…"
She jumped up before he could reply and stretched, "Ah! I feel much better."
She turned around and held out her hand, "Commin'?
"Where?" he asked as he stood up.
"Oh, I dunno…I'm going home. My ass is wet, is yours?"
"Er…"
She smiled up at him, "If it is, then it's my fault and I insist that you come to my house so I can dry your pants. You don't need to worry about going around pant less, I'm sure I can find something…though, you are quite tall…"
She walked slowly and they passed the alleyway. A dark figure ducked further into the shadows, but neither Amy nor Zane noticed.
"But you don't have to, if you don't want to! I owe you some food, too. If you come over, I'll make you something to eat. I won't rape you or anything," she said quickly, noticing his doubt, "My mom will be there too."
"Unless you have a previous engagement?" she asked.
"No…" he said.
"Good! Let's go then, shall we?" she said and grabbed his hand.
"Do you live far from here?"
"Kind of, but you need not worry!" she said happily.
"Why?"
She looked at him and smiled, "I'm sixteen. I can drive."
"Zane Truesdale…" said a figure with a distinguishable southern accent, "You will see the light…or should I say…the dark…"
Boring, I know. Can anyone guess who the figure is? Thanks again for the feedback, it was wonderful. Better than sex cake. Totally awesome. I'm still looking for a beta, by the way. I need someone who's good at grammar because I don't think I am. I have decided that she, or he, (if by some odd chance), does not need to be familiar with Furuba. Just YGO! GX.
OOPS: In the last chapter I said there were three guys in Hiro's gang. Then I changed it to four. Sorry. There are three, in case anybody noticed. (another reason why I need a beta)
I'm not sure if it bothers people or not but I'll post review responses every chapter. If it does bother people, just skip it.
Bailkatanas- Thanks so much! I never had anybody review as fast as you. Within two hours of posting, I found yours in my inbox and I was floored. I thought, "Damn, that fast? Am I that good, or is it because Zane is so cool?"
Smexylicious- To tell you the truth, I don't like that couple either. I'm tired of finding it all the time .
Pinguina- I actually thought I'd get flamed for her nonstop talking. I'm glad you like her; I had a hard time making her the way she is.
Spirit of Water – Aqueria- I was most satisfied with your review because it was such a big and pleasant one. I'm glad you think it's adorable.
Zanes lover- Thanks and I will.
Hieisgal790- How so?
Big thanks to Spirit of Water – Aqueria, Zanes lover, Anime's Echo, Feanturien, and hieisgal790 for adding Zane's Biggest Fan to your favs.
Many thanks to Zanes Lover, Bailkatanas, inu-yusukekaiba102, pinguina, LadySoftball, Anime's Echo, and hieisgal790, for putting ZBF on your alerts.
Also, thanks to anyone who added me to your favorite authors list.
Review, please!
Dani
February 9, 2007. (is when it was written but March and December (14th) is when it was edited.)
Written in Verdana font, size nine, eight pages, 2,997 words.
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