Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh! Gx, or Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds or any characters from the Yu-Gi-Oh! Franchise. I do own any OCs I make, but most will be likely be minor characters (even more so than the minor characters in the show - save for Nozomi and Hiroshi. My fingers ran away with them, and I like the dynamic they made too much to change it. I find them amusing). I make no money from this fanfiction as it is a tribute to a fandom I really like and want to play around in. If you see this on a paid site, please note that someone has plagiarized me and let me know so I may take steps to prevent fines or whatever. Also, I will be using the Japanese names, so if you're only familiar with the English, 4kids swapped two names: Blitz is Nerve and Nervin is Blitz.
After this, if my muses are still inclined to pump out chapters, I'm going to place them in reserve. I'll upload another next week if I've written more, and depending on how many I've written and have on reserve, I may upload two or more a week until I catch up to the number my failed New Year's Resolution would have me at. *glares at her life grinning unrepentantly in her straightjacket and checking the restraints are still tight* I swear this year… *ahem* Anyway, letting you all know, this story is just the first of a series. There will be a prequel that will begin to be written after a certain plot point has been reached since it will have spoilers. (I call it a prequel because it's Gx era. Which, in my timeline, is about 20 years before 5Ds', DM is 10 years before that. So, yes, Yugi and all them are in their 50's, not that it slows them down. Perks of being a previous protag and his friends/rivals. Plus, there's *redacted for spoilers*. (Yes, I'm evil and will keep you guessing. xDDD) This also means Judai is close to 40. Not that he looks it… Fusing with an immortal spirit has got to have unintended side effects, after all.
Anyway, onward with the next chapter! *prays her muses don't spring another surprise that requires checking if things need to be rearranged*
"Ugh…" Nozomi groaned, flushing the morning sickness away and accepting the glass of water offered by her… well they never really defined things, what with the lack of any real "society" they'd need to answer to here in the satellite. She supposed lover would do for now. Tucking a strand of light brown behind her ear, she sipped the water slowly, letting her stomach settle. They hadn't gone back to the hideout yet, despite it being several days. What was needed was here, the rest could be replaced, and/or was well-hidden. They were going to head back today, once Nozomi was able to eat breakfast, that is.
"You okay?" Taka asked, worried about the fact that his... was she his girlfriend? They never really talked about this, it's just progressed to this, but he'd like that he supposed. Well, anyway, Taka was worried about the fact that she woke up and immediately made a beeline for the toilet. "If you're sick, you should stay, I mean, we're just going to come back after checking on things and-"
Nozomi held up a hand to stop Taka's rambling. For such a big guy, he sure could be unconfident whenever Yusei wasn't around. Then again, everyone felt safer with Yusei around, he just had that way about him. Well, everyone save the thugs that thought they owned the streets until Yusei set them straight that is. They felt nothing but terror around him.
"I'm fine, it's just morning sickness. It's normal. Though normally it wouldn't happen until six weeks, it can vary. Apparently I'm cursed to put up with it four weeks early," Nozomi assured him. Taka frowned in worry at that, but said nothing. If Nozomi said it was nothing to be concerned about, well, he wasn't going to push and risk a hormonal temper. He'd heard horror stories about those.
Nozomi took Taka's hand briefly before leaving to head to the kitchen. Martha was busy cooking away and when Nozomi came to help, she was given a Look and a finger pointing to the table. Hands up, she went to sit.
"I heard you as I passed by the bathroom, until I know what can set you off, you're not touching my kitchen, got it?" Martha ordered, and the resident Psychic Duelist simply nodded, knowing better than to argue against the matriarch of the family. That never ended well. She didn't want to be cleaning out the latrine when she knew she was going to be spending far too much time in them in the very near future. Sometimes Nozomi wondered at Martha's background before she became an orphanage matron. She seemed very military at times…
"What were you thinking, Yusei? If you had fallen from there…" Himura wasn't used to fretting over someone, but somehow, the punk had gotten under his skin and was there to stay. Like hell would he leave the kid to himself, ever, not when he seemed to have a habit of finding trouble. When everyone had looked up to see what Himura had shouted about, the guards had also noticed Yusei up in the rafters and they immediately scrambled for a ladder to get him down. Normally they wouldn't be so frantic, but apparently Yusei - despite Takasu's animosity - was more like a political prisoner than a real one, meaning Takasu was likely to be in deep shit once Godwin found out he used some of his usual methods on Yusei - if he found out. Might not if Yusei was telling the truth and he really was completely healed by now.
Yusei had been aggravated that he was going to be taken from his perch and once a ladder was set up, he waited until a guard was halfway up before he got up and leaped over to another rafter, uncaring of whether he fell to his death or not. Everyone, prisoners and guards alike were stunned and terrified when Yusei jumped, only to breathe a collective sigh of relief when he landed lightly and easily on another rafter, perfectly balanced. He had then turned to glare silently at the guard that had gone up to get him before turning and walking - no, strolling, like he was just casually walking down a street, on the ground, not up in the air - to another cross-section, where he immediately took up his previous position once again and allowed himself to relax. Not as much as before, but he clearly wasn't letting a little setback like people worrying about him stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted.
Yusei just gave Himura an odd look before stating, "Nothing would've happened. I've fallen from higher up and barely got a bruise. Why are you so worried? I thought you didn't like Satellite trash."
Himura winced at the slur he had used against Yusei before actually getting to know the kid a bit through that rolling kick and following duel. Needless to say, he was never judging a book by its cover again, Yusei was in no way like what he'd heard Satellites were supposed to be like.
"Yeah, I admit, that was a dick thing to do. Sorry. But seriously, you ain't pullin' my leg? You really wouldn't have been hurt if you did fall?" Himura wondered. There was definitely something odd about the guy. Not bad, but different. And getting more pronounced as time went on. Before the accents in his hair were a bright yellow, but now they seemed oddly golden. It was almost as if something had recently triggered something in the kid, and he was slowly changing before everyone's eyes. Not enough to really notice, just little things here and there someone less observant would have dismissed as tricks of the light or something.
Instead of verbally responding, Yusei just turned, marched straight to the wall, which he somehow - and no one had a clue how - managed to swiftly and easily climb up to reach the rafters once again. The walls had been inspected, and any divots it had from imperfections should not be capable of being hand- or foot-holds. Obviously that meant absolutely nothing to the strange young man who was quickly learning the best way to give everyone heart attacks. Sure enough, there the kid went, giving everyone another as he strolled along the rafter he climbed up to until he reached a clear space and then simply stepped off into the open air. Everyone shouted in surprise and fear, but Yusei simply landed lightly on his feet as he had done no more than step off a curb. Turning to Himura, he gave the turquoise-haired man a look that said, "See? I'm fine," before turning to Yanagi who had rushed over and was now fretting over the brat. Himura snorted. Obviously he wasn't the only one who felt they needed to look out for the punk, no matter the fact he clearly didn't need it, and had summarily "adopted" him in a way. Though it was now painfully obvious Yusei was not normal in the least. Was he a Psychic Duelist? Nah, he'd need cards to pull off something like that, and by his own admission, he didn't have his deck. Well, whatever the brat was, he was Himura's now, and Himura'd be damned before he let something happen to what was his.
Yusei was slightly amused at everyone's worry. Seeing the guards fretting over him let him know that he was supposed to be kept safe from harm, likely per Godwin's order. Godwin likely had a plan to try and ensnare Yusei like he had Jack. Too bad for the Director, Yusei was a master strategist. That and he was beginning to feel different. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but… odd. Like something was waking up that had been sleeping for a long time. His back had thankfully dulled down to an ache, but now other things felt different. His sight and hearing for one. Part of why he retreated to the rafters was because things were too noisy and he needed to escape somehow. Everyone and everything was suddenly louder, and he needed to brush up on some meditation he'd used as a kid to dial it back. He sight and hearing had always been sharper than the norm, but still in normal range. Now however, he knew it was so far from normal, it wasn't funny. Whatever was happening, Yusei just hoped it settled soon.
Normally Yusei wouldn't be getting his kicks by giving people heart attacks, but he was pissed, even if he wasn't showing it. And picking a fight to let off steam would not only land him in solitary confinement, but likely put the other guys in the infirmary at best (since there was no way he'd let someone fight him one-on-one that's just unfair). Yusei never fought when his temper was truly up, the last and only time he did that, well, he was just glad the guy was a rapist and wouldn't harm another woman ever again. Anyone who said Yusei was all light and comfort obviously didn't know that all warriors, no matter how kind they are, have a darker nature underneath. And the setting Yusei was in was bringing out that darker nature. (Though he couldn't be sure if it was truly the setting, or just bad timing because of these changes he was enduring. Whatever the reason, he'd need to meditate a lot to keep a tight leash on his building temper. Hopefully no one would be foolish enough to set him off. Godwin may decide to cut his losses if that happened.)
Breathing out sharply through his nose, he gazed steadily at Yanagi as the old man finished his rant. Maybe he shouldn't pull these stunts, the elder didn't deserve the fright, and apparently had decided Yusei was to be a pseudo-grandson for some reason. His lips twitched at the thought, and a bit of the anger subsided. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he realized the biggest reason he was pissed - he came to rescue his brother and was now where another brother had died, cut off from all of his family. Realizing he'd gained a new member here helped push back the rage and darkness and he found it easier to not be such a jerk.
"Sorry, Yanagi, I've just been in a mood. Thanks though," Yusei interrupted, causing Yanagi to turn and look at him, for some reason having turned around during his rant as he gestured wildly. The old man gave him a searching look before snorting.
"Well, glad to see you finally snapped out of it, sonny. No more stunts like. My poor old heart can't take it," Yanagi scolded, only half joking. Yusei nodded, his eyes gentling slightly from the icy chips they'd been, becoming more like a clear blue sky than cold sapphires.
"Good, because I've been beginning to wonder if you needed a good brawl," Himura said from behind Yusei, causing the young Duelist to whip around. Dammit, the noise levels made it difficult to figure out where and what the noises were. He needed to sort out his senses, fast.
Himura quickly backed up, noticing he had startled Yusei, which was surprising because until now no one had snuck up on the guy. Though given how ramped up he seemed, well, he was acting sort of like flighty bird surrounded by too much stimulation and no way to escape the cage. Maybe the noise was bothering him, Satellite, from what Himura knew, had little tech and people tended to keep to their own groups unless necessary.
Yusei relax slightly, giving Himura an appraising look before answering, "The thought did cross my mind, but I dismissed it as a bad idea. No less than twenty people would have needed to gang up on me at once to make me at least break a sweat, and with how bad my mood was, it's likely they'd all have wound up in the infirmary… or worse."
Himura winced at the implications of that and silently thanked the fact that Yusei had such control over his temper. Though that begged the question, "What the hell are you, Yusei? You ain't a normal human, that's for sure."
Those brilliant sapphire eyes became distant as their owner answered, "Your guess is as good as mine. Hopefully Yanagi's contact will have the answer."
Well, looks like my muses didn't change anything around this time, just added a couple of hooks to flesh out some canon characters a bit more. Martha as a military woman, huh? Idea has merit, I'll be noting that and mulling it over a bit. Also, Himura's a street-tough guy, I can see him as having been on a path to being a gang leader if not for Yusei, and instead, winding up giving the guy absolute loyalty because he felt our fledgling would help him gain something he lost - a reason to fight. Remember, the guy was coasting through life after giving up and wound up in the Facility as a result. As for the darker side of Yusei - well, he's a warrior, even in canon. All warriors have a darker side, the difference between a "white knight" and a "black" one is how they channel that darker nature. Yusei channels it into protecting and makes sure to leash it to keep himself from going overboard. He did that once. Only once, and even if the guy deserved it, Yusei will never let it happen again because he refuses to fall to that level. Bit of character building there, and it's actually relevant. Yusei's an "angel" in name only - there's not real "angels" in this, but winged humanoids. And no, Yusei's not from a made-up species, they exist in Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I'm putting my own twist on their lore. Hint: Judai's still the Supreme King, but he's put a Regent in place after stabilizing Dark World. And no, Yusei's not the Regent or the Regent's son. I'm gonna keep you guys guessing until I'm good and ready to reveal all, and just drop you hints for my amusement. Because I'm evil like that. MWAHAHAAHAHAHA!
Also, I just realized, I never described Nozomi and Hiroshi. Look up No1AldamonFanGirl on DeviantArt, go to my Pain of an Angel - rewrite folder, there's a pic of each that I've made using create-a-character programs. (Since I can't draw if my life depended on it.)