AN- heyo ! Back again with again with another chapter. Not gonna talk long just gonna move on !
I walked over to Jane who sat on the bed as tears made their way down her face. I wasnt much of a comforter. Its been so long since i had to comfort someone. What was she so upset about ?
" Whats your problem ?" i questioned sitting on the bed next to her. She lifted her head and wiped her eyes. She pointed to her laptop that was open to a webpage. Moving it over to my lap i started scanning the page.
The page was a simple webpage layout. It had news reports a few it also had news on duels and such. New cards things like that.
The article was about criminals or in general people that were either cruel or unfair that have been killed off my a pair of duelist. They were called the Duo Duelist and apparently they were good.
They also had a certain way to handle these criminals. First they challenged them to a duel if the convicted won theyd be free to go. Thinking the duel will be an easy way for them to gain freedom theyd accept. Then theyd be fitted with special duel disk that couldnt be taken off. The part of the duel disk that went around your arm had speacial needles that when you lost life point sent little wave like pulses through your arm and throughout your body.
Apparently these pulses messed with a person blood. In best cause scenario you were in terrible pain. Worst cause you started to bleed both internally and externally. It seems most of the time they had a worse case scenario. These people died painfully and slowly as their life points hit 0.
I thought about this form of dueling. The blood lose... The special duel disk...
Slowly i let my eyes fall on the photo that accompanied the article.
My heart stopped in perfect color i saw them. The Duo Duelist. A male with black hair wearing black jeans and boots and a white tshirt. A female with short black hair that reached her chin wearing black skinny jeans and converse with a blue shirt and black scarf. Both of them had piercing grey eyes.
I knew these two. I remember them.
" Jane what about this article ?" i asked i didnt see anything i knew that could set her off like this. Her crying had now stopped at least but she still was shaking.
" My father is in the list of victims." she said her crying starting again. I looked at her. Ok maybe i dont care about my parents but i remember that some people do but still.
" Jane what did he do ?" i asked if they were killing people who were cruel and unfair then her father must have done something wrong. She shook her head and continued to cry.
" Jane stop you crying ! He would have died sooner or later anyways. " i may have sounded cruel but i was just being blunt. Her crying was getting on my nerves.
If he died by the hands of the Duo Duelist he couldnt have been that great of a guy. They did kill those that didnt deserve to live. It was just that simple.
" B-But he was my dad !"
" So what ? I only wish i was lucky as you ! I wish my parents were long gone ..."
My words probably cut deep for her but she stopped her crying. She now instead stared at me in astonishment. I looked away out the window where the light of the sun streamed in.
I truely did hate my parents. They never cared for me. They only cared for nadi. Sending me off for years. Making me leave behind everything i once had. They deserved to feel all the pain they caused.
" Arata what did they do that you hate them ?" Jane touched my shoulder trying to get my attention. I moved away from her touch. She seemed so curious but could i tell her really why.
" They hated me. " it wasnt a lie but not the truth either. They did more than just hate me they showed me no care or emotion. They stripped me of all i had and left me with just myself.
I remembered every duel i had fail that they scolded me that they told me i wasnt good enough to even be called a duelist, that i was destind to fail, that i was a mistake.
A mistake and nothing more. They were ashamed to call me their child. The two past duelist and now CEOs had only two children one that they treasure and practically worship. Then there was me.
I got to act as any normal child would. I had friends and fun. I laughed all the time and i enjoyed myself. Then age 9 i created my first deck. Unbalanced and weak but i had so much fun with it. Me and my friends even drew up plans for our owns cards we even made prototype duel disked that we designed.
At age 10 my parents started pushing me to duel. To win. I did for awhile and i had fun. But then the wins came less but i didnt care i had fun until my parents changed my mindset by saying what was now my mantra. A duel isnt about having fun its about being the best.
Then nadi started dueling and my parents soon saw she was a prodigy. She went in nationwide tournaments. Competed in competitions normally reseved for much more experiance players.
My parents saw my failure as a disgrace so they sent me away to become a better duelist. Something in my time away changed. I grew to hate those that i left and the fact they didnt miss me.
Even before i left i had one last duel with a friend. I took all my anger out in that duel and on him. I left with a victory. I was no failure.
All this i kept from Jane she didnt need to know about my past how far my hate ran. How deeply it burned. When i left i locked away the old me.
She was to kind to be a strong duelist. She showed way to much mercy. She was weak and she relied to much on her friends support to win. She would have never made it as far as i have.
I got off Jane's bed and went to my own sighing as i sunk into the soft matress. I kick off my blue boot and black knee high socks and lied down comfortably on my own bed. I couldnt believe i hadnt fallen asleep yet i was exhausted both physical and mentally.
I stared up at the ceiling. Why wasnt i falling asleep yet. I could hear Jane get off her bed and walk out of the room. Probably to go bath. I was to tired though and decided i would in the morning when i wasnt so exhausted.
Quickly i decided to change into my night gown. I went to my drawer to find it. Pulling it out i locked the room door and changed. The night down was made of silk the color of the the sea in the caribean. A blue green color that i adoreded. It reached my knees and felt incredibaly soft.
I decided to put my hair up for the night. My black hair that reached far down my back would get knotted if i didnt put it up at the very least. I looked at my hair in the mirror.
I wasnt all to found of having my hair up. In any fashion at all. Wheather bun, ponytail, or braid i prefer my hair being let down when i was awake.
With a light sigh i sat back on the bed with a few thoughts that wouldnt let me sleep.
Those Duo Duelist. I was sure i knew who they were. Especially their technique they used on their victims.
The blood. I knew what it looked like to see someone in one of those duel. I even knew the pain you felt when you life points got lower.
These thoughts wouldnt let me sleep. Those duelist. If i ever ran into them id me sure to end them. They wouldnt care about me they didnt before.
AN- does anyone else get the feeling it is gonna get worse ? Yes it can and will. Wonder if anyone can guess whats gonna happen next ? Ohh well next chapter up soon as possible !