Disclaimer! Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal is owned by TV Tokyo and Shonen Jump.

I was hoping that Shark would confess his love for Yuma when he almost ran him over in the street with his bad-ass motorcycle but noooooo they had to make Yuma keep running while Astral hovered behind him like the levitating flashlight he was.

Now enjoy your crappy vampire fanfic!

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Chapter ii.

"Yuma, I've said it once and I'll say it once more- stay away from me." It was near seven o' clock and the pink/raven haired was still following him. "Shark, I'm worried. You say you've given up gang activity but-" The older male turned around to face Yuma. "Listen I'm not joking. The closer you get to me the more danger you'll be in." This only motivated Yuma. "I'm not joking either! This has to stop." He then took out his cell phone with a very rare and serious expression on his face.

"Give it."

"Excuse me?"

"Your phone number. " Yuma stated simply. "Every day I'll call you to make sure you're not doing… thug stuff." Shark supressed a laugh as the words came out of Yuma's mouth. Rolling his aquatic blue eyes, he flicked Yuma on his forehead. "(Insert phone number)"

Yuma rubbed his forehead. "Huh?" Shark scoffed, tapping the red mobile device for good measure. "My number, though I don't see the use. I can't guarantee I'll pick up." He folded his arms and rested his eyes momentarily. "And I can't guarantee I'll stop nagging." Yuma replied nonchalantly. Shark raised an eyebrow as the boy disappeared out of eye's view.

Shark's POV

I could barely keep my eyes open as I trudged through the rain. Just a moment ago that amateur duelist sent me a text. 'U BTR B SKOOL TMORW.' I was going to have to pass. I have far more important things to attend to.

"A little late, aren't we?"

Facing thou which I hated most and no, surprisingly it wasn't Justin Beiber, I scowled. A young man with burgundy-blonde hair emerged from the darkness. Thomas Arclight, part of the vampire council, better known as his tittle and rank, IV. He was dressed in a white trench coat with gold trim, crimson eyes stared with a condescending glow. "What have you done with the ChaiN?" I asked, gritting my teeth. Shrugging IV spoke. "I don't have it but maybe I know who does." I felt my fangs slip through now bleeding gums. "Tell me."

"Why don't you make me, Sharky."

End POV

Why hasn't he texted back? Yuma wondered. The duelist was sitting in his hammock , staring at his phone. "So this device allows you to communicate with those far away? Interesting…" Astral mused aloud. Yuma sighed, too tired to even think of answering the glowing blue flashlight.

"Yuma! Are you still up? Go to bed!' Akari hollered. Sighing, Yuma placed his phone on the window's ledge. He then rolled on his side and closed his eyes. Shark…

Yuma stood anxiously, waiting for a certain purple haired duelist to arrive. "Yuma, come on we'll be late." Kotori folded her arms. "Go I'll be there in a bit." He ending up waiting twenty minutes before trudging to call and wound up late. "Yuma, why are you so worried about Shark?" It was lunch hour and the floating blue alien was bothering Yuma with questions yet again. "It is clear that he does not want our help." Yuma mumbled something before speaking more clearly."I'm just so worried! Astral, he was showing progress, what happened?"

"Yuma what are you doing up here all alone?" The duelist nearly had a heart attack. "Cathy! What are you doing here?' She smiled sweetly." Nothing really. It's just everyone is really concerned about you." Yuma really did not care for company right now so quickly he packed up his things and started down from the rooftop. "Well I'm alright but thanks Cathy," He ran off. "Oh Yuma…" She whispered quietly.

Shark lay on his back, blood sweet on his tongue, feeling guilty about ditching that day. "Stupid…" He mumbled as he typed up a short message.

Yuma poked at his food with a pair of chopsticks. Suddenly his pocket vibrated. Quickly, Yuma retrieved his phone from his pocket. "Yuma, dear no texting at the table:" Nodding he quickly ran up the steps to his attic-room.

From Shark:

I'll c u tomrw.

Yuma sighed.

No Skool then.

From Shark.

I know.

What was that supposed to mean?

The older male chuckled. He knew it would bug Yuma to now end until he found out what it was Shark had in store for him. The boy could wait.

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Cliff hanger!

I wrote this while watching the original episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh! I have decided to cosplay Duke. Now when I attend conventions I must dodged fangirls as I would grenades… but I fear fangirls more.