AN: Released this chapter a day earlier than expected. Enjoy.
I took another glance at the slumbering duo, my mind starting to work through the fog of confusion, starting with the brown-haired Hero duelist.
Jaden being here made sense to me.
We were partners in that dreadful duel against Titan and the Shadows, and even before that, we had formed a bond over Duel Monsters.
Not to mention, Jaden was always the type of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve and cared deeply about his friends.
He probably felt responsible in some way for what happened to me, considering his selfless and somewhat reckless nature.
This must also mean that Jaden was able to score the win from those Shadows.
Man, I wish I was conscious to see how he did it.
My gaze then shifted over to the blonde hair girl next to me.
But Rhodes...
Our relationship was a bit more complicated.
We already settled our differences, but that doesn't mean that we are exactly close.
Not to mention her grudge against me for playing during the dueling entrance exams.
We were more like acquaintances, tied by our shared experiences in the academy and on the dueling field.
For her to stay here, by my bedside, seemed out of character.
A flutter of confusion, and something I couldn't quite identify, stirred within me as I looked at her sleeping form.
Why would she stay?
Did she feel some obligation to me?
Was it because of Jaden?
Or was it something else?
My mind raced, searching for answers, but the answers eluded me.
Her presence was a puzzle, a mystery that contradicted everything I thought I knew about her.
And yet, as I looked at her peaceful face, I felt a surge of gratitude.
Despite our shaky friendship, she stayed, just like Jaden.
Maybe there was more to our relationship than I had realized.
Maybe there was more to Alexis Rhodes than meets the eye.
And maybe, just maybe, when she woke up, I'd finally get some answers.
Man...
This sucks.
The sterile smell of the infirmary wafted through my nostrils, a constant reminder of where I was.
The beeping of the machines beside me was oddly nostalgic, almost soothing.
But it was also a testament to my current condition.
The fact that I was hooked on these machines wasn't exactly a comforting thought.
I tried to shift slightly in bed, but even that small movement caused my body to protest with dull aches.
Every inch of me felt heavy, as though I'd been weighed down with lead.
My mind, still groggy, replayed memories in fragmented sequences, like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.
Beyond the physical sensations, there was also a lingering unease deep within me.
Was it the remnants of the duel with Titan?
Or was it something else?
The emotional turbulence of the duel, the overwhelming odds, and the palpable threat of the Shadows weighed on me like a suffocating blanket.
The curtains rustled lightly from the breeze, drawing my attention to the window.
Outside, the sky was a gentle hue of dawn, that time of day when day and night coexist in perfect harmony, if only for a brief moment.
Somehow, that view, that balance, felt like a contrast to the chaos that had unfolded and the mess inside my mind.
A sigh escaped my lips.
If only there were some way to reconcile everything.
If only I could piece together the entire story of what happened and, more importantly, understand the reasons behind it all.
If only...
Distracted by these thoughts, I barely noticed the soft, rhythmic breathing of Jaden and Alexis, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this ordeal.
Their presence was oddly reassuring, grounding me when everything else seemed to be floating away.
Just as I was about to lose myself in more reflections, the past came back in fragments.
The duels, the excitement, the challenges, and the friendships.
But amid these memories, there was also the lingering specter of my health.
The occasional dizziness, the fatigue, and the moments when my heart would skip a beat or race uncontrollably.
I had always brushed them off, attributing them to the normal stresses of dueling and academy life.
But now, lying in this bed, the gravity of those symptoms was starting to dawn on me.
I felt a sudden urge to know more, to understand the current state of things.
With all the strength I could muster, I turned to speak.
"Hey... What... happened?"
My voice sounded raspy, even to my own ears.
But before I could get an answer, a sharp, searing pain erupted from my chest, consuming me completely.
Ugh...!
No, no, no!
Not now...!
Whatever happened back there must have done a number on me!
Memories flashed through my mind: the sterile smell of a hospital, the distant murmurs of concerned voices, the cold touch of medical tools.
Those dreaded moments when my health failed me, reminding me of my fragility, were now front and center.
The very memories I tried to push back seemed to be clawing their way to the surface.
Come on; I can handle this!
This pain is nothing...!
The doctors said I was cured!
It felt as if every nerve ending was set ablaze, an inferno that coursed through my body without restraint.
My vision tunneled, darkening at the edges, and the faces of Jaden and Alexis twisted in concern and became distant, ghostly apparitions.
"Hey, Kaz? Buddy, can you hear me?" Jaden's voice tried to pierce through, filled with an unmistakable tone of alarm.
The world around me began to blur, colors and shapes melding into one indistinguishable haze.
Sounds became muffled as if I was submerged underwater.
Alexis's voice reached my ears, distant and distorted, "Sora! Stay with us!"
Panic surged like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under.
The sensation of drowning, of being trapped within my own body, gripped me.
A silent scream echoed in my mind, fighting against the encroaching darkness, battling to stay conscious.
"Uuuugh...!" I let out, writhing in unbelievable pain.
But, as the waves of pain and memories intensified, a sinking feeling settled in, pulling me down deeper into the abyss.
The alarm in Jaden's and Alexis's eyes was evident as they were jolted wide awake by Sora's sudden gasp of pain. It was a sound neither had ever wanted to hear from a friend, especially not in such a vulnerable situation.
Their hands instinctively reached for him, fingers brushing against his cold skin, trying to offer some comfort.
Their touches were both an attempt to soothe and anchor themselves amidst the frightening scenario unfolding before them.
But as Sora's face contorted in agony, the deep lines of distress, the eyes squinting shut from the sheer intensity, the worry etched on Jaden's and Alexis's faces grew more profound, and their fingers tightened around Sora's hands.
Nurse Emi Ayukawa, or as many students knew her, Fonda Fontaine, was swift in her response.
She had seen many injuries and emergencies during her time at the academy, and her expertise shone through.
Her medical instincts kicked in as she quickly and efficiently inserted an IV into Sora's arm, her hands sure and steady despite the urgency of the situation.
"Gh... Agh..."
Sora's muffled groans resonated in the quiet room, echoing the torment he was undergoing.
She administered the needed medication with practiced ease, and within moments, the harsh creases of pain on Sora's face began to smooth out, replaced by a more serene, albeit tired, expression.
Jaden and Alexis watched on, their own hearts racing, holding their breaths and clutching at Sora's hands.
Relief washed over them like a refreshing wave when they felt Sora's grip on their hands loosens slightly, a reassuring indication that he was stabilizing.
The room, momentarily charged with sheer panic and worry, now settled into a tense silence, broken only by the soft beeping of the machines and Sora's now-steady, rhythmic breathing.
With the immediate crisis averted, Nurse Ayukawa turned to face the two friends, her stern gaze locking onto theirs as she chided them.
"He needs rest. Any kind of emotional or physical stress could be detrimental. I need you two to leave for now. When he comes to, make sure he stays calm."
Alexis and Jaden exchanged a worried glance, understanding the gravity of the situation.
They had so many questions, concerns, and fears, but now wasn't the time.
The answers to Sora's questions would have to wait.
Right now, his health, his recovery, was the primary concern.
The urgency in Nurse Ayukawa's directive to vacate the room was evident, but Jaden couldn't just leave without understanding what had just transpired.
The sheer intensity of Sora's reaction had left him baffled and concerned.
"But... what's wrong with him?" Jaden blurted, his eyes darting between Sora's still form and the nurse's. "He's always seemed healthy. Heck, he outran me on our first meeting!"
Nurse Ayukawa sighed, a slight frown forming as she responded, "It's a matter of patient confidentiality. However, know that the trauma from his recent experiences has exacerbated an existing health issue."
Alexis's eyes widened in realization.
Fragments of their initial interactions flashed before her, filling her with guilt.
She had been so aloof, even cold, towards Sora.
Now, knowing he was grappling with health issues made her previous behavior seem all the more harsh.
She murmured, almost to herself, "I had no idea... How could I have been so blind?"
Jaden turned to her, noting the remorse in her eyes. "You didn't know, Lex. None of us did."
Nurse Ayukawa, trying to mitigate the heavy atmosphere, added, "It's important now to focus on his well-being. His health is delicate, and your understanding will be key for his recovery."
Alexis nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "We'll do whatever we can to help."
Jaden nodded in agreement, his determination evident.
Still, the Slifer Red's brow furrowed, his disbelief palpable.
"I don't understand. Sora's health... I mean, he's always been so energetic. Remember that time we had that crazy chase across the academy grounds? He outran me, and I thought my legs were about to give out!"
He paused, reminiscing for a moment about their playful pranks on campus.
"And during our duels, his stamina, his focus... it's always been strong. He's tackled challenges head-on without any sign of fatigue. Even during our tag duel against the Shadows, he was relentless."
Alexis, too, seemed taken aback by this revelation, her thoughts echoing Jaden's sentiment.
"Yeah, during our duel, his energy was unwavering. He didn't seem to tire at all, pushing forward with each turn."
Jaden's voice cracked slightly with emotion, "He has strength and energy. It's hard to imagine him having any health issues at all, let alone something so bad."
Nurse Ayukawa took a deep breath, seemingly weighing her words.
"Looks can be deceiving, Jaden. Some battles are fought silently, hidden from view. Sora's willpower might have masked the true extent of his condition. The recent events just might have pushed him past his limit."
Alexis clenched her fist, feeling a weight on her chest.
The thought that she had misjudged Sora was becoming harder to bear.
The room felt heavy with emotions: disbelief, guilt, and the shared determination to be there for Sora during his recovery.
They both knew that they'd be there for Sora, ensuring his recovery was smooth and uninterrupted.
With that, they decided to let him rest.
As the sliding doors of the medical room hissed shut behind them, Alexis and Jaden found themselves walking down a corridor, the hum of overhead lights the only sound breaking the silence.
The weight of everything they had gone through pressed down on them, and for a few moments, neither spoke.
Finally, Jaden broke the silence. "Man, Alexis, I still can't believe it about Kaz. All this time, I thought he was just... I dunno, a regular guy with some funny habits."
Alexis sighed heavily, a testament to her ongoing guilt.
"I know, Jaden. He never let on that he was struggling with something so serious. And to think I've been so harsh on him at times... it makes me feel... well, terrible."
Jaden glanced at her, his gaze understanding.
"Lex, you didn't know. None of us did. But right now, we need to figure out what those Shadows were and why they went after us. What happened to Titan?"
Alexis nodded, her brow furrowed in thought.
"I don't think any of us seen him after the duel. All I remember was hearing Mindy telling me to watch out, and then everything went black. Did the Shadows do something to him? And what exactly are the Shadows?"
Jaden continued his line of thinking.
"Yeah... I have no idea what happened to Titan. It's like he vanished into thin air while... begging for mercy. It's definitely been bugging me. Those Shadows weren't just any ordinary duelists. They were... different, like they were pure evil. And how they targeted Kaz... It's as if they knew about his condition. But it also felt like they wanted to get rid of him first. What did the Kaz ever do to them?"
He shuddered at the memory.
"That duel was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was dark, and it felt so real. It's as if we were fighting for our very souls."
They both paused for a moment, remembering the intensity of the duel.
"And then there's our punishment," Jaden continued. "With everything that's happened, I almost forgot that we're probably in big trouble with the academy. I mean, breaking curfew, sneaking into forbidden areas, and getting involved with Shadow duelists? Not exactly a minor offense."
Alexis smirked ruefully. "Not to mention the extensive damage to academy property, or in this case, abandoned academy property. But right now, I'm more concerned about Sora and what the Shadows want with him. We need answers, Jaden."
Jaden sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, we do. But where do we even start?"
Alexis thought for a moment.
"Let's first find Zane. If anyone has an idea, it's him. We can discuss our next steps and figure out a plan."
Jaden nodded in agreement.
"Right. For now, we stick together, figure things out, and most importantly, be there for Sora."
The two of them began to make their way down the corridor, determination in their steps.
They had many questions and challenges ahead, but together, they were ready to face them.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans for them.
No sooner had they taken a few steps outside.
Their surroundings were bathed in blinding spotlights.
The sudden glare caused them to shield their eyes instinctively.
Before they could react, a group of individuals in dark green coats emerged from seemingly nowhere, surrounding them.
Each of them wore stern expressions, with badges of authority prominently displayed on their coats.
The insignia was unmistakable: the logo of the Disciplinary Action Squad.
"Jaden Yuki and Alexis Rhodes," the voice was sharp and authoritative, cutting through the air like a blade.
As the glare faded, the figure who had spoken stepped forward.
She was a tall woman with piercing eyes and an air of absolute authority about her, her very presence dominating the space.
The nametag on her coat read 'Chairman,' serving as her impromptu title.
"You are both under arrest for trespassing on restricted academy grounds and causing damage to academy property," the Chairman stated, her tone devoid of emotion.
Jaden and Alexis exchanged a worried glance.
This was serious.
"But we can explain," Alexis began, trying to find the right words.
The Chairman raised a hand, effectively silencing her.
"You will have an opportunity to explain yourselves at the appropriate time. For now, you will come with us."
Jaden's expression hardened. "What about our friend, Kaz? He's injured and needs medical attention. We were told to keep an eye on him when he wakes up!"
"He will be cared for," Chairman replied coolly. "Your concern should be for yourselves right now."
Before they could protest further, the members of the Disciplinary Action Squad stepped forward, effectively corralling Jaden and Alexis. Resistance would be futile.
As they were led away, their thoughts raced.
Not only did they have to deal with the mysteries surrounding the Shadows, but they also now found themselves at odds with the academy's disciplinary forces.
Sunlight filtered through the infirmary curtains, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the room.
The soft beeping of the machines seemed to keep rhythm with my slowed heartbeat.
My eyelids felt heavy, but I managed to pry them open, only to be greeted by a vision that momentarily made me doubt my awakening.
Standing by my bedside was Nurse Emi Ayukawa, the head of the female dorms for Obelisk Blue, who had been checking up on the various machines plugged into me.
I had heard of her reputation at the academy - not just for her skills but also for her stunning beauty.
If I remember right, there were people that would fake getting injured just to see her.
And man... I completely understand.
And there she was, in person, looking even more breathtaking than the rumors suggested.
The afternoon light enhanced her features, making her appear almost ethereal.
For a split second, my gaze lingered longer than it should have.
I couldn't help but admire her svelte figure, the gentle curve of her hips, and her... well, quite prominent assets.
A slight blush crept onto my face as my eyes continued their involuntary journey.
Aside from my face gaining heat, I also felt a little uncomfortable below.
It wasn't my finest moment, to say the least.
"Sora?" she called out, her melodic voice tugging me from my less-than-chaste thoughts. "It's good to see that you're doing better."
She's... really beautiful.
"Are you an angel?" I blurted out.
Wait...
What did I just say?!
I blinked rapidly, a rush of embarrassment flooding me.
"I- uh, I'm so sorry," I stammered, avoiding her eyes.
Ugh!
I'm such a pervert!
Why did my eyes betray me?!
Sure, she has a nice ra-
There it goes again!
She giggled softly, a sound that was unexpectedly endearing.
"It's alright. You're not the first to be caught off-guard, and I doubt you'll be the last. Just focus on getting better."
Her playful tone and warm demeanor put me at ease, even if only a bit.
It was clear that she was used to such reactions and bore no ill will.
Yet, it was a reminder for me that even in my battered state, my teenage instincts remained undeterred.
"Angel, hmm? It's been a while since I last heard that." She teased, to which my cheeks flushed.
The unmistakable sound of my stomach growling pierced the silence, echoing embarrassingly loud in the infirmary room.
I mentally cursed myself.
Of course, I leave it to my body to make things even more awkward.
Let me guess; I'm yearning for her, huh?
Really?
I silently berated myself for my unchecked hormones and the untimely rumbles.
I continued to look anywhere but at her, focusing on a particularly uninteresting spot on the ceiling, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
Nurse Emi chuckled softly, clearly catching onto my discomfort.
"Sounds like someone's hungry," she remarked with a teasing tone, holding back another giggle.
"I, um," I started, but my voice trailed off, the rumbling betrayal of my stomach having left me momentarily speechless.
She moved to a nearby counter and returned with a tray laden with a bowl of clear broth, some boiled vegetables, and plain rice.
"I anticipated that you might wake up famished," she said, placing the tray on the side table. "It's all soft and easy to digest. Perfect for someone in recovery."
Yup, the same old, same old.
Taking a hesitant sniff, I found that the simple aroma was surprisingly inviting.
Given my hunger, the sight of food - regardless of how bland it appeared - was more than welcome.
Without much ceremony, I took a spoonful and tasted it.
The warmth and gentle flavors were comforting, and I felt the pangs of hunger intensify.
Nurse Emi looked a bit surprised at my eagerness.
"Most patients often protest about hospital food," she commented with an amused smile. "It seems you're an exception."
Shrugging, I replied between bites, "Guess I'm just grateful to be eating anything right now. Besides, I'm used to it."
And it was true.
At that moment, with the warmth of the food and the attentive care of Nurse Emi, I felt genuinely thankful.
If only my adolescent tendencies didn't try to ruin the moment earlier.
The nourishment worked wonders, filling the void in my stomach and easing the cloudiness in my mind. Every spoonful, while basic in flavor, was a reminder that I was alive and on the mend. Soon enough, the tray was devoid of any remnants of the meal.
However, an impulse gripped me, pushing me to regain some semblance of control. Almost on autopilot, I began to rise, shifting my weight to sit upright.
A gentle hand met my shoulder, firm enough to guide me back into a lying position yet soft enough to reassure me.
"Easy there," Nurse Emi chided with a mixture of concern and amusement.
Her hazel eyes locked onto mine, emanating a mix of compassion and authority.
"You're still a patient, and you need rest."
I frowned, my pride somewhat pricked.
"I don't like feeling so... helpless," I admitted my voice barely above a whisper.
Realizing the unintended sharpness, I quickly added, "Sorry. It's not your fault."
She gifted me a smile, one so luminous it seemed to eclipse everything else in the room.
"It's okay," she said with a gentle cadence. "I understand the sentiment. But remember, you're here to heal. And that," she gracefully pointed at herself with a touch of playfulness, "is where I come in."
For a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just her.
The ethereal glow of her smile felt warm, nurturing, and almost otherworldly.
It was as if, in the midst of my struggles, an angel had descended to watch over me, to nurse me back to health.
Yet, amidst this overwhelming gratitude, my inner voice sternly reminded me not to get carried away.
"Get a grip, idiot."
My face felt warm as I realized how I must have been staring like a lovestruck fool.
Shaking off the haze, I mentally grounded myself, trying to refocus on the present.
Just as I was about to muster a response, a familiar knock sounded at the door.
It opened to reveal Bastion Misawa, his usually poised demeanor replaced with evident concern.
Beside him stood Mindy, wringing her hands nervously.
"Misawa? Mindy?" I blinked in surprise. "What are you two doing here?"
Both of them looked at each other, silently communicating with just a glance.
Clearly, they were here with something important, but what that was remained a mystery.
Sensing the importance, Emi walked over to the exit.
"I'm going to step out for a bit. Take your time." She stated as she gracefully walked out.
Aw...
There goes my angel.
The door creaked softly, drawing my attention away from the complex web of thoughts in my head.
Bastion stepped in, with Mindy trailing closely behind.
"Hey, Sora," Bastion said, a hint of concern evident in his eyes. "How are you feeling?"
Summoning a half-smile, I tried to sound reassuring.
"Considering the rollercoaster of events, I'd say I'm hanging in there."
Mindy seemed to be fighting with her emotions.
Her gaze flitted towards me briefly, and I noticed her cheeks held a delicate blush.
There was something in her eyes – a spark of admiration, perhaps?
But I dismissed the thought.
After everything that had happened, she was probably just rattled.
"Thanks for being there," she murmured, her voice holding a hint of shyness that I hadn't noticed before. "If it weren't for you, then things couldn't go worse..."
I looked at her with softening eyes, trying to offer comfort.
"It was chaotic, I know. But we made it out. You're safe now."
This prompted the Obelisk Blue girl to look away, her cheeks ever reddening.
Bastion shot me a look, an eyebrow raised ever so slightly.
It was one of those "Are you seriously not seeing this?" expressions.
But I brushed it off.
Bastion was always one to overanalyze things, and right now, I just assumed he was pondering the mysteries surrounding our ordeal.
The three of us continued to chat about the recent happenings.
But as the conversation unfolded, I remained blissfully unaware of the tender glances Mindy sent my way, lost in the tales of our shared adventure.
"Alright, what's the word around campus?" I asked, trying to piece together what might've transpired after that chaotic duel.
Bastion stroked his chin, his expression pensive.
"For now, it seems like the academy is keeping a tight lid on everything. Rumors are swirling, but no official word has been given. You'd think with an event of this magnitude. There'd be more clarity."
I frowned.
"Why the forced blackout, though? There has to be a lot of people curious about what happened, right?"
Bastion leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
"If I had to guess? The academy is probably worried about its reputation. If it got out that one of their own was seriously hurt on their grounds during a duel and under such mysterious circumstances? It could mean a PR disaster, not to mention potential lawsuits." He replied as he crossed his arms. "In fact, your condition is a secret to the academy. I only just found out about this when I asked Jaden."
Mindy, animatedly nodding, chimed in.
"But you were so brave, Sora! The whole academy should know about how you stepped up to save Alexis and me! Fighting against that mean mercenary and winning like a prince!"
I raised a brow at her praise, and I quickly replied.
"It wasn't just me, you know. Jaden was right there with me. Besides, he was the one who won the duel. Right?"
I meant it as a gesture of humility, but I once again completely missed the undertone of her words, the subtle emphasis on my role in the events.
It wasn't just the fact that I was part of the rescue; to Mindy, it seemed to hold a deeper significance.
However, once again, that sentiment floated above my head, lost in the sea of my modesty.
Eh, I'm pretty sure it's just her being grateful.
Bastion gave me a long, searching look, one that I couldn't quite interpret.
"You really don't see it, do you?" he murmured more to himself than to me, his voice tinged with amusement.
"What? See what?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
But before he could elaborate, my mind raced to another pressing concern.
"Hey, what happened to Jaden and the others?" I questioned, hoping for some news from my friends.
Bastion sighed, "After the duel, Jaden, Syrus, and Chumley were rounded up and interrogated by the Disciplinary Action Force. They're being questioned about the whole fiasco of trespassing on the abandoned dorms."
My heart sank at the news.
"And Rhodes?" I prodded further.
Mindy took a deep breath, "She was taken in for questioning as well. I was brought in too. They had a lot of questions about what we witnessed and experienced in the abandoned dorm."
A pang of guilt stabbed at my heart.
All of this had started because of that wretched duel, and now, my friends were facing the consequences.
"I'm sorry you got dragged into this, Mindy," I said genuinely.
She waved her hand dismissively, "It's not your fault, Sora. We were all there, and we all have our part in this story."
I looked over at my friend and saw he was pondering something, debating within himself.
"To think... the possibility that the Shadow Realm is real. The evidence was in front of us for so long, and I refused to acknowledge it. And once my friend was hurt by it, only then I opened my eyes."
Misawa's the analytical type.
He was always skeptical about spirits, magic, and other impossible irregularities.
To see proof in the form of me getting hurt...
"Misawa..." I muttered, to which he turned to me with a comforting smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you, chap." Bastion's analytical gaze returned, "Can you tell me what do you remember from the duel? It may help your recovery."
I hesitated, trying to dredge up memories from the shadowed recesses of my mind. The duel, Titan, the Shadows – it was all a hazy blur, a chaotic jumble of emotions and fragmented memories. "Not much," I admitted reluctantly, "It's all so... scattered."
Lying in the sterile room, the dim lighting casting soft glows over the monitors and equipment, I tried to reach into the recesses of my mind. Images, sounds, and feelings were fragmented, much like a shattered mirror that could no longer reflect the whole picture.
"Think, Sora," I muttered to myself, clenching my fists. "What happened during that duel?"
Flashes came — the fierce look in Titan's eyes, the chilling whispers of the Shadows, the eerie glow of the Brain Crusher card as it was played.
But the sequences, the turns, and most importantly, the ending — it was all a haze.
The memory loomed like a dark cloud in the recesses of my mind, shadowy and nebulous. Bits and pieces started to form, taking on clearer shapes as I focused on them.
"Brain Crusher," I murmured, my voice low and filled with trepidation.
The monstrous insect loomed over everything in the duel, its dark, hollow eyes staring menacingly at us. An image so terrifying that even now, my heart raced just thinking about it.
I remembered its chilling assault, the beam of pure darkness it had shot out.
And in its path stood Rhodes.
The feeling of raw fear, urgency, and instinct took over, driving me to act, to shield Rhodes.
But the "why" of it, the deeper understanding and the realization I had in that split second was maddeningly elusive.
I could feel it, just beyond the grasp of my memory, like a dream, you try desperately to remember upon waking but slips away with every conscious moment.
"It's frustrating," I admitted, rubbing my temples. "I remember the fear, the urgency... but the essence, the true lesson behind it all... Why I even rushed to save her... It's lost to me."
Misawa nodded, "Hmm... That realization, whatever it was, might have been a turning point for you. Perhaps it was tied to your dueling philosophy."
His words struck a chord.
My mentor was the one who had shown me the essence of being a true Hero in dueling.
But as I tried to connect the dots, the path was broken, and the bridge to my past teachings felt severed.
"I need to remember," I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else. "I want to remember..."
As I tried, the memory, the lessons, and the resolution were all lost in a vast desert.
My hopes of finding it were like finding a single grain of sand.
Deep inside, fear was growing. Without these memories, without that crucial understanding, would I still be the duelist I once was?
The thought of cutting ties with the very essence of my dueling spirit, even unintentionally, left a void in me.
I could feel Mindy's concern, her fingers slightly trembling as she placed a comforting hand on mine. "It's okay, Sora. Don't strain yourself too much. We're just glad you're here with us."
I turned my gaze to meet hers.
In her eyes, there was genuine concern and a hint of admiration, though I couldn't quite place why she looked at me that way.
I wrongly interpreted it as sorrow. "I wish I could remember," I whispered. "For all of us."
Bastion, always the analytical one, rested his fingers on his chin.
"Memory loss from the duel... That's quite troubling. The Brain Crusher card's effect, perhaps symbolic, but now a cruel reality. Your testimony about the duel is critical. The Disciplinary Action Force will want to know every detail, especially with all the oddities surrounding it."
The weight of his words hung in the air. I hadn't even considered the ramifications of my missing memories, not just for my sake but for everyone involved.
"What if I can't remember?" I asked, dread filling my voice.
Bastion exhaled slowly, "We'll deal with that when the time comes. But for now, Sora, your well-being is our priority. Everything else comes after."
The firmness and clarity in his voice provided some solace, but the nagging feeling of something crucial missing continued to plague me.
Misawa folded his arms, giving me a thoughtful look.
"Do you recall who you were facing? The one who initiated this shadow game?"
I grimaced as soon as I thought back to how it all started.
"Titan," I responded without hesitation.
The memory of his menacing figure was still clear.
"He's that dueling mercenary, isn't he?"
Misawa nodded.
"That's right. After the duel, no one could find him. It's like he vanished into thin air, or perhaps into the shadow realm from which he dragged you and Jaden."
I shivered involuntarily.
The shadow realm.
Just the thought sent chills down my spine.
"We were in the middle of the duel. He was struggling to keep up against both of us, me and Jaden. I remember feeling the momentum shift to our favor." I stated, amused at how much trouble we were giving him.
Misawa raised an eyebrow, a hint of pride evident in his eyes.
"You two did have an advantage. A combined force of your skills and Jaden's was bound to give Titan a hard time."
I'm pretty sure we had a really strong board on our side, and he only had a weak defense monster and a set card.
The game was pretty much over at that point.
"But what's confusing," I frowned, trying to piece together the fragmented memories, "is how we even ended up in the shadow realm. I remember Titan trying to escape instead of facing the consequences of his actions. Then... everything became hazy. I felt an overwhelming sense of dread and darkness, and then we were there."
Mindy chimed in, "It's weird. I heard of Titan in the news. His victims would wake up with no memory of the duel and couldn't even duel anymore. Personally, I thought it was a load of baloney."
I chuckled at the Obelisk Blue's disbelief.
"Yeah, you got that right. He claimed to use the Shadows and stuff, but in reality, he was a no-show. Just a guy using smoke and mirrors. But the Shadow Realm... it's real."
Misawa looked grave.
"Indeed. The shadow realm is not a place anyone would willingly go. There's a lot we don't understand about it. But for now, our primary concern should be to find out more about Titan and his future capabilities. We need to be prepared in case he returns."
Mindy was bewildered by Misawa's suggestion.
"Wait, what?!" She squeaked. "Why do we have to prepare for him? Didn't he get sucked away or whatever?!"
Misawa, usually so composed, leaned forward in his seat, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "We must understand the nature of a person like Titan," he began, "They are not like your average duelist. As a mercenary, he's built a reputation, and part of that reputation hinges on his ability to maintain a sense of fear and dominance over his adversaries."
Pausing, Misawa sighed heavily.
"It's essential to understand the psyche of our enemy. Titan's pride took a heavy blow during that duel, both from your combined tactics, Sora and Jaden's unexpected plays. It's not simply a matter of winning or losing for people like him. It's about control, authority, and reputation. His sudden disappearance into the shadows might have given us a temporary respite, but it's highly unlikely he'll let this humiliation slide."
Mindy, sitting adjacent to me, listened intently.
Her fingers were laced tightly together, knuckles whitening from the pressure. Each word from Misawa seemed to weigh heavily on her, further intensifying the shadow of fear that had already taken residence in her eyes since her ordeal.
At this, Mindy's voice, barely more than a whisper, cut through the weighty silence of the room.
"But would he really try to attack us like this? M-Maybe he might go back to his normal life! I-If he does happen to come back from wherever he went..."
Misawa's response was instant, showcasing the depth of his strategic intellect. "We need to be vigilant. If there's a slight chance of coming back, then I'm sure he will take it. A man with nothing to lose becomes the most unpredictable and dangerous adversary. Titan's thirst for revenge, combined with the unknown depths of the shadow realm, makes for a lethal combination."
Mindy's gaze darted around, eyes almost pleading for some form of reassurance. I could sense her vulnerability.
Beyond the facade of a confident Obelisk Blue student lay a young girl, scarred by recent events, struggling to grapple with a reality far removed from the safety of classroom duels.
Without giving it much thought, driven by a desire to comfort her, I reached out and gently took her hand. To my surprise, she jumped, her eyes wide in shock.
"Kyaah!"
I jolted my hand away from hers as a result.
"S-Sorry! I... I just wanted to offer some comfort," I blurted out, immediately releasing her hand. "I didn't mean to scare you like that."
Misawa's attempt to stifle his laughter was evident.
A smirk danced on the corners of his lips, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of seriousness.
I shot him a questioning look, my mind trying to piece together the humor in such a tense situation.
However, Mindy's face slowly morphed from shock to a hue of deep blush.
"It's okay," she murmured, a hint of shyness creeping into her voice. "I was just startled. Your touch... felt nice. I just didn't see it coming, hehe..."
Feeling slightly awkward but glad to have provided some solace, I nodded.
"I'm here for you. We all are."
Her grateful smile was a testament to the bonds that were forming, not just out of shared dueling passions but in the face of shared adversities.
Misawa's grin, meanwhile, was a testament to the unfolding dynamics he was clearly enjoying observing.
The playful grin on Misawa's face puzzled me. "Why the grin?" I asked, genuinely intrigued.
Misawa, feigning innocence, looked around before leaning in closer. "I'm witnessing some developments." he trailed off, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "They're rather... entertaining."
I blinked nonchalantly at this.
Entertaining?
Mindy, who had been silently following our conversation, suddenly shifted in her chair.
Her cheeks tinted with a rosy blush, and she cast her gaze downwards, avoiding eye contact.
My confusion only deepened. "What do you mean?" I prodded, genuinely oblivious to whatever Misawa was hinting at.
Misawa simply waved his hand dismissively as if to say it was nothing.
"Never mind," he said, though the grin never left his face.
As I mulled over this cryptic exchange, the room's door gently opened, revealing Nurse Emi, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the room's prevailing tension.
She paused upon entering, her eyes taking a moment to size me up.
"Well, Sora," she began, her voice tinged with surprise, "You're looking much better."
Gratitude swelled in my chest.
"Thanks to you," I replied sincerely, smiling at her.
For a fleeting moment, I thought I caught a flash of something – perhaps annoyance? – in Mindy's eyes as she briefly glanced at Emi, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Misawa, ever the voice of reason, stood up, stretching his limbs. "We should let you rest," he stated, looking at me with a mixture of concern and warmth. "Your body still needs time to heal."
Turning to Mindy, he gently suggested, "We should head out. Let him recover."
Mindy hesitated for a split second before nodding in agreement.
As she got up, she paused next to my bed, her auburn eyes locking onto mine.
The weight of her gaze felt profound, laden with layers of meaning I couldn't immediately decipher.
"Get better soon," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere.
I gave her a genuine smile back and nodded.
In turn, she gave me a bright smile and walked out of the room with a bounce to her step.
Emi watched with a knowing smile as the door closed behind Misawa and Mindy.
The room was once again washed in silence, punctuated only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of paperwork.
Turning her gaze towards me, she teasingly commented, "You move fast, Sora. I didn't expect you to snag a girlfriend so early in the school year."
My eyebrows shot up, my mind scrambling to make sense of her words.
"Girlfriend?" I echoed, genuinely perplexed. "Who are you talking about?"
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mindy, of course. You two seemed... close."
A wave of realization washed over me.
"Oh, that. We're not together. She's just... a friend." I emphasized the last word, hoping it would settle the matter.
But instead, Emi looked genuinely taken aback.
"Really?" She blinked, seemingly reevaluating the earlier scene in her mind. "My bad, then. I must have misread the situation."
Still feeling the heat in my cheeks, I tried to downplay the misunderstanding.
"It's fine. These things happen."
However, Emi, sensing an opportunity for some light-hearted banter, leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with playful mischief.
"Just friends, huh? If you say so." She winked, but to her apparent surprise, her teasing bounced off my cluelessness like water off a duck's back.
I blinked the meaning of her words once again going over my head.
With a light chuckle, Emi decided not to press the matter further, retreating to her desk and busying herself with some paperwork.
Left with my own thoughts, my mind inevitably wandered to the impending meeting with the Disciplinary Action Force.
How would I explain the series of events that had unfolded?
What would they, and the larger student body, make of my tale?
And more pressingly, what had become of Titan?
As I continued to think about what had happened, my mind was suddenly flooded with the ominous resonance of the Entity's voice from that fateful duel.
A shiver raced down my spine.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to center myself.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic beating of my heart, trying to find solace in its steady cadence.
Whatever that thing is that tried to speak to me...
It definitely wasn't a part of the Shadows.
In fact, it welcomed me instead of attacking me, right?
Not to mention how Titan begged it to save his life.
My eyes shot wide open.
Titan...
He is most likely not dead.
The shadows tried to devour him for his cowardice and mimicking the Shadow Games, but he disappeared.
He vanished once he offered his life to that Entity.
That Entity accepted his pleas for mercy, too, so that must mean...
Misawa's worries were wellfounded.
Who knows where Titan might be now...
And since his life was saved by it, what will happen now?
I let out a brief sigh and rested my head against the pillow.
Right now, I was at my wit's end.
There was no plan or anything to save us from whatever was going to happen next.
Maybe I should get authorities involved somehow.
The weight of the unknown pressed down on me, heavy and unyielding.
My heart thudded with a persistent beat, every pulse echoing the realization that I'd been thrust into a situation far bigger and more dangerous than I had ever anticipated.
Each moment in the shadow game had made that abundantly clear.
Everywhere I looked, there seemed to be more questions than answers.
These shadows, these spirits — were they not the stuff of legends and old duelists' tales?
And yet, I had witnessed them firsthand, seeing their reality in the very core of my being.
I shifted slightly, the rough fabric of the hospital sheets rustling with the movement.
I found myself thinking back to the times when dueling was just a way to connect with others, a platform to express my emotions and ideals.
Back when it was pure, untainted by dark forces and malicious entities.
The very thought that such a beloved activity had now become a potential threat filled me with unease.
I couldn't help but wonder how Duel Academy would react to all of this.
Would they try to downplay the events?
Dismiss it as mere hallucinations of the distressed?
If I brought up spirits and shadows, would they simply laugh in my face, calling it a trick of the mind?
But more importantly, how would they handle the aftermath?
The school had a reputation to maintain.
They couldn't just let stories of shadow games and spirits tarnish their name.
Perhaps they would try to hush things up and put it all under the rug.
But for how long could they deny the undeniable?
All these questions circled my mind, but the most pressing one was about my own role in this.
The duel, as exhilarating and revealing as it had been, had also put me in harm's way.
Was it really worth it?
Was it worth risking life and limb just to play a game?
And with that thought, a firm resolution began to take root in my mind.
Maybe it was time to take a step back.
To reevaluate what truly mattered.
For the first time, I considered the possibility of distancing myself from dueling permanently.
Sure, I'd still participate in exams — I had a scholarship to maintain, after all.
But gone were the days of reckless challenges and friendly sparring matches.
The risks were just too great.
In that quiet hospital room, as the shadows of evening began to deepen, I made a silent vow to myself.
I would strive for a more normal school life.
After all, there was so much more to life than just dueling.
Maybe it was time to explore those other avenues.
The sterile scent of the infirmary had finally given way to the familiar, comforting aroma of my own dorm room.
My blanket was soft, worn down by time and usage, and as I sank into my bed, the pillow cradled my head in a welcoming embrace.
But as the evening light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, I found myself wrapped in the tendrils of my own memories, vivid and vibrant despite the hours that separated us.
It was mid-afternoon, the sunlight illuminating the infirmary in a soft golden hue.
The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall was interrupted by the gentle creak of the door.
Rhodes and Jaden entered, their faces etched with the subtle weariness that came from days of uncertainty. Seeing them both brought an unexpected warmth to my heart.
I missed my friends.
"Ah! Hey guys!" I greeted with a hint of joy in my voice.
Rhodes gave a slight smile, her brown eyes still holding a trace of concern.
"Sora, it's good to see you looking better."
She moved closer, her graceful stride betraying no hint of the trauma she had experienced.
"We've been under house arrest, Kaz," Jaden explained with a grimace as he settled into a chair by my bed. "Otherwise, we would've come sooner. The only reason why we are even here now is because we asked for permission."
That explains why they weren't able to visit me.
Rhodes' gaze was direct, unwavering.
"Hey, Sora..." she began, a touch of hesitation coloring her voice. "I want to thank you. For everything."
I felt my eyes taking a turn to my white blankets.
My actions during the duel felt like a distant blur, but I remembered the desperation, the frantic need to protect and shield.
Rhodes must have noticed my discomfort because she quickly added, "You put yourself in harm's way, and I can't even begin to express my gratitude."
But as touched as I was by Rhodes' words, I couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts that hovered in the back of my mind.
You put yourself in harm's way and looked at what happened to you.
You almost died back there, didn't you?
My thoughts grew darker and darker.
Every expression of gratitude, every thank you, was a stark reminder of the dangers of dueling, of the risk I had taken.
And it made my decision all the more pressing and necessary.
Jaden, ever the observant one, picked up on my introspection.
"Everything okay, man?" he asked, leaning forward with genuine concern in his eyes.
Everything is not okay!
I almost died!
Just because of some stupid duel!
"Just thinking," I replied, offering him a wistful smile.
Dueling had brought me close to Jaden, Syrus, and Misawa.
And it forged bonds of friendship and trust.
But now, I wondered if those same bonds could survive without the cards and decks.
The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: I had to find a way to strike a balance between my safety and my relationships.
Rhodes' gaze was unwavering, piercing through the fog of my thoughts. "Sora, what's on your mind?" she inquired, her voice soft but insistent.
It was a simple question, but the weight of it settled heavily on my shoulders.
I was at a crossroads, the path of honesty and vulnerability on one side and the safety of silence on the other.
Sharing my thoughts, my fears could fracture the relationships I cherished.
Yet, there was a gnawing sensation deep within, a voice reminding me that hiding away from the truth was equally destructive.
Drawing a deep breath, I braced myself. "I've been thinking..." My voice wavered slightly. "I might... cut back on dueling."
Rhodes blinked, clearly taken aback, while Jaden's face was a mix of shock and confusion.
The weight of the room seemed to grow heavier, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours.
"After the shadow duel," I began again, trying to choose my words carefully, "I realized just how dangerous this can be. Every time I think about picking up a card or entering a duel, I'm reminded of the pain and darkness in that realm. I just... can't duel without thinking about how close I was to dying. It's not... what I want to do while I'm here."
Rhodes' expression softened a hint of understanding in her eyes.
"Sora," she murmured, "I can't pretend to understand fully, but I saw the pain you went through. It's only natural to want to protect yourself."
I was pleasantly surprised by Rhodes' understanding of where I was coming from.
But on the other hand, Jaden, ever the passionate duelist, seemed almost betrayed.
His eyes darted between Rhodes and me, struggling to make sense of it all.
"But Kaz," he protested, his voice tinged with disbelief, "dueling is a part of us! It's how we express ourselves and confront our challenges!"
I nodded, understanding where he came from.
For Jaden, dueling was an embodiment of his spirit, his way of connecting with the world.
"I know, Jaden. And I'm not saying I'll stop forever. I mean, I'll still duel for the exams and if I need some Duel Points or whatever. But for now... I need to step back. I hope you can understand."
Jaden took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Look, Kaz," he began, the intensity in his voice palpable, "that shadow duel, it wasn't normal dueling. It was a twisted version of what we know and love. You can't let one bad experience define the whole game for you!"
I could feel my emotions brimming.
"But that's the thing, Jaden. That 'one bad experience' was enough to make me question everything. Every card I draw, every monster I summon, I'm constantly reminded of that darkness. I can feel the phantom pain of the darkness pouring into my veins, feeling my bones ache from it!"
Rhodes watched the tension grow between us, her eyes darting between our expressions.
Sensing that the conversation was veering towards a heated standoff, she intervened.
"Okay, you two, hold on," she interjected, trying to mediate, "Kaz, I understand where you're coming from. That shadow game was traumatic, and it's natural to want to distance yourself from what caused that pain. But Jaden," she turned to him, "you too have to understand that not everyone processes experiences the same way. It's easy for you to separate the game from that one incident because of your inherent love for dueling. But for Sora, it's different."
Jaden looked away, visibly torn between his passion for the game and his concern for his friend.
"Agh...! I just... I don't want you to miss out on something you love because of fear," he muttered, struggling with his emotions. "I've been there once, y'know? I don't want you to go through that..."
My heart ached at his words.
For a moment, I actually considered his words.
But deep inside.
I was too scared to go through with it.
"I appreciate that, Jaden," I whispered, "but sometimes it's about finding a new perspective. Maybe, in time, I'll find my way back. But for now, this feels right."
After a long pause, Jaden nodded slowly, his gaze filled with understanding and pain.
"If this is what you truly want, then I'll try to support you," he admitted, voice quivering. "And Kaz... I'm sorry. If I hadn't been so reckless, maybe none of this would have happened."
I could tell that the weight of responsibility for that shadow duel bore down heavily on Jaden.
"Hey," I replied, trying to reassure him, "we can't dwell on the past. We have to move forward."
Jaden gave a weak smile, "Heh, maybe you're right, huh? Especially since..."
He shook his head and glanced at my chest.
Standing up, he gave a last look around, "Nevermind. I'll see you around, Kaz." he said, voice heavy with emotion, before leaving the infirmary.
Rhodes and I exchanged glances, the aftermath of the discussion still lingering in the air.
I watched Rhodes exhale deeply, the weight of the recent disagreement evident in her posture.
"You two... Sometimes, I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place," she muttered, the mix of exasperation and concern in her voice making me feel even guiltier.
I managed a rueful smile, my thoughts still with Jaden.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Feeling a sudden urge to make things right, I began to shift on the bed, ready to stand up and find Jaden. "I should probably go find him and—"
Before I could finish, Rhodes shot me a sharp glare.
In a swift move, she was by my side, pressing her hand firmly onto my shoulder, urging me back onto the bed.
"What part of 'rest and recover' do you not understand?" she said, half teasing, half serious.
I wanted to explain that I felt okay and that my concern for Jaden was eating at me, but the firm determination in her eyes made me relent.
"Alright, alright," I surrendered, raising my hands in a placating gesture. "But, Rhodes," I said, my voice filled with genuine worry, "can you keep an eye on him? I just... I can't shake off this feeling that he's taking all of this harder than he's showing."
She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face.
"You're probably right. Jaden has this way of holding things in, especially when it involves his friends."
Kinda reminds me of someone I know...
She looked towards the door, her gaze distant.
"Besides, after everything... I feel like it's the least I can do. I'll watch out for him."
Jaden's darkened eyes were still bothering me despite her reassurances.
"Hey... What was Jaden going to say?" I asked.
The blonde Obelisk Blue looked back at me with an unreadable expression.
"Do you remember what happened in the morning you woke up?" She carefully questioned.
The morning when I woke up?
Hmm...
Nope.
"No, the only thing I remember was Nurse Emi waking me up. Why?"
She gave me a small but conflicted smile.
"It's nothing. Anyway, I better get going. I'll keep an eye on him, okay?"
Gratitude welled up inside me, despite her leaving me in the dark.
"Thanks, Rhodes. It means a lot."
She offered a soft smile, though there was a touch of melancholy in it.
Yeah, I don't think her job's gonna be easy.
When she caught that I had noticed, she gave me a teasing frown.
"Jeez, Rhodes sounds a little cold, doesn't it? How about Alexis?" She offered.
Huh...
So we are on a first-name basis now, huh?
"R-Right, thanks, Alexis." I stammered.
The slight melancholy was overridden by amusement from my stammering, to which she giggled.
"Hehe... Just focus on getting better, Sora. We'll handle the rest."
As she left the infirmary, I was enveloped in the room's quietness, the tension from earlier replaced by introspection.
Lying on my bed, my thoughts swirled with the complexities of the relationships and emotions that had come to the forefront.
Even though I had been given a clean bill of health, a deep soreness lingered in my muscles, making every movement a chore.
The discomfort nagged at the back of my mind, suggesting that perhaps the damage from the shadow duel had been more severe than initially thought.
I mentally shook my head, trying to rid myself of such worrying thoughts.
I was out of the infirmary, and that was progress.
Eager to rest a bit more, I settled into my bed, the soft sheets offering a welcome embrace.
As I was about to drift off, a sudden knock at the door shattered the silence, pulling me back into reality.
I groaned internally, cursing my bad luck.
All I wanted was some peace and quiet.
Dragging myself up, I lumbered towards the door.
Every step seemed to echo the dull throb of pain that reverberated throughout my body.
Gripping the doorknob, I hesitated for a moment, wondering who could possibly be seeking me out at this hour.
With a resigned sigh, I turned the handle and opened the door, ready to face whatever—or whoever—lay on the other side.
And I was greeted by a woman standing on the other side of my door.
I looked the woman up and down, noting her crisp, green uniform and beret.
It screamed authority and, quite frankly, was an attire I hadn't encountered before at Duel Academy.
Her presence alone gave me a hunch about who she might be.
She's probably part of the Disciplinary Action Force.
That realization brought a fresh wave of anxiety.
I am not exactly a model student, but I never did anything that would warrant their attention until now.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I am from the Disciplinary Action Force," she confirmed, introducing herself, though her name barely registered in my already jumbled mind. "Tomorrow morning, you'll need to visit my office. Chancellor Sheppard and the school board want your side of the story about the recent incident."
It was not a request but rather a polite command.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.
"Understood," I replied, even though everything was still so murky in my head.
The last thing I wanted was to be involved in any kind of disciplinary action.
The woman nodded, her eyes surveying me with a blend of curiosity and professionalism. "Rest up," she added, a hint of genuine concern slipping through. "Tomorrow will be a long day."
As she walked away, I leaned against the door frame, trying to process everything.
My room, which a moment ago was a safe refuge, now felt like a cell.
Thoughts and concerns about the upcoming 'interrogation' swirled in my head.
What exactly did they want to know?
Would they believe my story?
Taking a deep breath, I shuffled back to my bed, hoping sleep would offer a brief escape from the mounting pressure.
But even as I closed my eyes, I couldn't shake off the unease.
Tomorrow was going to be a challenge, and I had to be ready.
The bright morning sun streamed through my dorm room window as I slowly stirred awake.
The soreness from yesterday persisted, making every movement feel heavy and strained.
I recalled the Chairman's request from the night before and, steeling myself, slowly got dressed and headed to her office.
I was led into a spacious room dominated by a large conference table with an array of projector equipment set up.
As the lights dimmed and the projectors hummed to life, familiar faces came into focus.
Chancellor Sheppard, Dr. Crowler, and a figure from my recent past: Hiroshi Tanaka, the examiner from the dueling exams, along with various other teachers.
Tanaka, his usual stern expression softening slightly, greeted me. "Ah, Sora. I wish our reunion were under more pleasant circumstances." A faint smile formed on his lips, but the gravity of the situation was palpable.
Returning the sentiment, I replied, "So do I, sir."
Chancellor Sheppard, a man of wisdom and authority, cleared his throat.
"Thank you for joining us, Sora, especially considering your current condition." His eyes conveyed a sense of sympathy, but I could sense there was more to come.
"Given the unique circumstances surrounding the recent events, and taking into account your injuries, we've made a decision regarding your standing at the academy."
I held my breath, bracing myself for what was about to come.
Sheppard continued, "While the natural course of action would be suspension, we are willing to be more lenient. However, there are those amongst us who have reservations about this decision."
That's when Dr. Crowler, with his distinctive flair for the dramatic, chimed in.
"Let's not beat around the bush," he began with a sneer, "This boy needs to be taught a lesson. We can't simply allow such incidents to happen without some form of retribution."
His tone was unmistakably condescending.
It was clear that Dr. Crowler viewed this situation as a perfect opportunity to exert his authority. The weight of the room shifted palpably, and I felt a rush of indignation.
Nevertheless, I bit back any retort, recognizing that this wasn't the time for rash reactions.
As Dr. Crowler continued his verbose tirade about my supposed misdeeds and the necessity for strict punishment, Hiroshi Tanaka, with a quiet sense of purpose, cleared his throat, effectively cutting Crowler's rant short.
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the reserved examiner.
"Dr. Crowler," Tanaka began, his voice level but imbued with unmistakable steel, "While we do hold our students accountable for their actions, it is imperative we remember our roles as educators. It is neither our place nor our duty to berate a student, especially one in Sora's state."
Tanaka's gaze didn't waver as he continued, "The incident involving Sora, while regrettable, could have had far-reaching implications for the Academy. Think for a moment. Had Sora chosen to, he could have reported his ordeal to the media, the police, or even directly to Kaibacorp."
The mention of the corporate giant Kaibacorp was more than enough to emphasize his point.
After all, Kaibacorp wasn't just any company; it was the cornerstone of the dueling world, the entity responsible for the creation and distribution of Duel Monsters cards and the virtual systems we dueled on.
Having them take a more direct interest in the Academy's internal affairs would be catastrophic.
A fleeting shadow of concern crossed Chancellor Sheppard's face. Even Crowler, as pompous as he was, seemed taken aback. There was no denying the gravity of what Tanaka had pointed out.
However, not one to be entirely silenced, Crowler took a deep breath and said, "Fine. But there must be some consequences for trespassing in forbidden areas like abandoned dorms. We can't simply let such actions go unchecked."
Tanaka nodded thoughtfully.
"I agree, Dr. Crowler. We must find a balanced approach." His gaze then shifted to me. "But let us remember, compassion in our decisions can lead to a deeper understanding and respect from our students."
It was clear that the tide of the discussion was changing, and for once, I felt a glimmer of hope amidst the daunting uncertainty.
This guy is so cool!
As Tanaka's words washed over me, I couldn't help but marvel at his calm composure and assertiveness.
It was like watching an epic hero in action, defending the weak and standing up to the bullies.
I couldn't believe that this was the same man who had coolly examined my dueling skills just a while ago.
In that instant, Hiroshi Tanaka transcended his position as a mere examiner in my eyes.
This is it!
I've found my role model! If he started a fan club, I'd be the first to sign up!
It was amusing to imagine myself following Mr. Tanaka around the campus, jotting down notes on how to emulate his calm demeanor, asking him questions about life, and trying to replicate his sense of justice.
The sheer ridiculousness of the idea made me want to chuckle.
Chancellor Sheppard, seemingly inspired by Tanaka's words, chimed in with his own thoughts.
"Sora," he began, "We've gone through the replay of your examiner duel, and I must say, I'm quite impressed. It's evident that you've faced your share of challenges, both in the realm of dueling and life. The shadow game incident is regrettable, but it also stands testament to your grit."
His gaze softened a bit, "That said, we cannot ignore the rules. You'll be let off with a warning this time and," he paused, giving me a stern look, "a 10-page essay on why what you did was wrong and how you plan to avoid making such decisions in the future."
I felt a weight lift off my chest.
No suspension!
That's a relief.
But as the meeting's tension began to dissipate, a nagging feeling bubbled up.
In the midst of everything, I hadn't even asked about the aftermath of the duel, about Titan, or the strange entity.
The questions that had been plaguing me since the incident were still unanswered.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to muster my courage. "Excuse me, Chancellor Sheppard," I began hesitantly, "But I've been kept in the dark about the aftermath of the shadow duel. I'd really like to know what transpired after... well after I was rendered unconscious."
Crowler, clearly irritated, shot me a withering glare.
"You believe you have the right to demand answers now?" he snapped, his voice dripping with condescension. "After all the trouble you've caused?"
I could feel my lips tighten at Crowler's rebuke, but I also remembered the power I held in this situation.
The academy had an image to maintain, and they wouldn't want the bad publicity that could arise from a student being injured on their watch – especially during something as treacherous as a shadow duel.
Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I replied, "Dr. Crowler, with all due respect, I think I have every right to know. I was involved, injured, and almost lost everything in that duel. I believe that affords me some insight into what happened afterward."
There was a tense silence in the room, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the projector.
Chancellor Sheppard finally cleared his throat, nodding.
"Sora is right," he stated, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Given the circumstances, he deserves to know. Dr. Crowler, I'd advise restraint."
I could see Crowler clench his jaw in barely contained frustration, but he nodded begrudgingly.
"Very well," he conceded, "But keep in mind, young man, that the information you seek might not provide the closure you desire."
I braced myself, ready to delve into the mysteries that had plagued me since that fateful day.
Staring intently at Dr. Crowler, I inquired, "Who exactly is Titan? And what did he want with Alexis and Mindy? How did he even get into this academy and start a Shadow Duel?"
There was a pause. I could see Crowler shift uneasily in his seat, avoiding eye contact.
Something in his demeanor told me he was holding back information or, at the very least, was uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading.
"You know," I continued, pressing my advantage, "Titan made some rather... specific remarks. He mentioned Jaden's reputation and referred to him as a 'slacker.' And he seemed to have this peculiar insight about Slifer Reds being the 'joke' of Duel Academy. Seems to me like whoever was behind all of this had a deep understanding of the school's dynamics."
Chancellor Sheppard frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"You make a compelling point, Sora," he conceded. "This isn't just a random attack. Whoever orchestrated this had intimate knowledge of our academy."
I noticed Crowler swallow hard.
"It's possible Titan had... inside help," he admitted reluctantly.
That revelation took me aback.
"Inside help?" I repeated incredulously. "You're saying someone within the academy aided Titan?"
Chancellor Sheppard sighed.
"While we can't confirm the identity of this 'contractor' that Titan mentioned, it's clear that he had a source feeding him information."
Crowler's voice grew defensive. "Now, let's not jump to conclusions. There's no proof that anyone from our faculty was involved."
Though I sensed Crowler was evading something, I decided to play it cool.
"All I want," I said slowly, choosing my words with care, "is to get to the bottom of this. For the sake of Alexis, Mindy, and everyone else at this academy. We deserve to know the truth."
Sheppard nodded in agreement. "Sora's right. We need to launch a thorough investigation into this matter."
I hoped that, with the academy's resources and connections, we'd soon uncover the true identity of Titan's mysterious benefactor.
As the questions swirled in my mind, I couldn't shake off the suspicion that Crowler was involved in the entire incident.
The way his posture shifted, the nervous twitch at the corner of his eye, the slightly raised tone – it all hinted at something lurking beneath the surface.
However, making direct accusations without concrete evidence would be a dangerous gamble.
And Titan, the very link that could perhaps provide more clarity, was now nowhere to be found, thanks to that mysterious Entity.
Swallowing the mounting frustration, I decided to hold back my barrage of questions for the time being. "Is there anything else I need to do here?" I ventured, trying to keep my voice steady.
Tanaka, always calm amidst the storm, replied gently, "No, you're good to go."
Giving a nod of gratitude and bowing my head slightly to acknowledge the teachers, especially Tanaka, who had shown surprising support, I stepped out of the room, the heavy wooden door clicking softly behind me.
Walking out of that room felt like escaping from a pressure cooker.
The long, dimly lit hallway of the academy seemed almost infinite, its walls echoing the tension from the meeting room.
My feet rhythmically tapped against the polished floor, each step heavier with the weight of the uncertainties looming over me.
Crowler's brief lapse in composure had not escaped my attention.
That flicker of unease on his usually smug face spoke volumes.
Though I couldn't put my finger on it, intuition told me there was something he wasn't revealing.
But without tangible evidence or witnesses, making accusations would be both reckless and futile.
It would merely put me in the crosshairs without any real means to defend myself.
As the academy's spires and buildings cast long, foreboding shadows in the rising sun, I considered the situation.
The abandoned dorm, a structure most of us had heard of only in hushed whispers, would be buzzing with academy staff by now.
They'd be poring over every inch, attempting to piece together the events that transpired. Any hopes of sneaking in and conducting my investigation were dashed.
Not only was it risky, but the chances of unearthing any new evidence were slim.
My thoughts circled back to the Shadow Duel.
The memories were raw and jagged, like shards of broken glass.
Titan, Alexis, Mindy – they were all pieces of this intricate puzzle. And somewhere, in the midst of it all, was the Entity, an unknown, haunting presence that had shown its power in an undeniable way.
A soft wind rustled the trees, making the leaves dance and shimmer in the evening glow.
I found myself standing by a window overlooking the vast grounds of the academy.
Students, mere specks from this height, were heading to their dorms, their day's challenges over, while mine seemed to be just beginning.
Dropping the investigation was the most logical step.
At least for now.
But that nagging feeling persisted, like a song stuck in a loop, playing over and over in my mind.
Every fiber of my being told me that there was more to this story than met the eye.
Though I longed for the carefree days of dueling for fun and school banter, I knew that things had irrevocably changed.
But perhaps, in time, the truth would emerge, revealing itself when least expected.
As I continued my walk back to the dorm, the path ahead felt uncertain.
Yet, in the midst of the doubt and chaos, there was also hope.
A hope that answers would someday emerge, unraveling the tangled web that surrounded the recent events.
With that thought, I pushed the dormitory door open, hoping that the morrow would be kinder, clearer, and closer to the truth.
For days on end, the world seemed to blur into a pattern of textbooks, notes, and quiet study sessions.
The lively din of dueling, the passionate discussions with Jaden and the others - they all felt like echoes from a distant past.
I found solace in numbers, formulas, and the methodical rhythm of academic life.
The precision and predictability of academics were comforting, especially after the chaos of the shadow duel.
Misawa, with his analytical mind and love for studying, was a welcome companion during these times.
Our conversations often revolved around duel strategies, advanced monster theories, or the latest findings in duel physics, despite my decision.
It was intellectual, detached, and safe.
When I did hang out with the rest of Jaden's gang, our interactions were like calm pools amidst turbulent waters, reflecting our mutual desire for tranquility.
Jaden's demeanor was hard to ignore.
I could see the hurt in his eyes whenever our gazes met, a silent plea for the return of our old dueling days.
And yet, he never showed resentment or anger, only an understanding that made the guilt gnaw at me even more.
I wished he would shout, argue, or do anything but accept my decision with such painful grace.
Then, amidst the monotony of this new routine, a challenge arrived that jolted me from my studious trance.
A sleek, silver envelope was left on my desk in my morning classes.
I was suspicious about who left the letter for me, so I opened it.
Inside the envelope was a neatly folded piece of paper, which I pulled out and unfolded.
At the top of the piece of paper was a heading saying: "Duel Request."
Oh great, a duel request.
Why would I get a duel request?
It's been a while since I got one, anyway, that being from Alexis.
Huh, deja vu.
I read on and squinted at the name of who had sent the duel request to me.
N-No way...
Him, of all people?!
Why would someone like him challenge me, especially now?!
Aw, man...!
I kinda don't want to duel right now!
As I stared at the form, a whirlwind of emotions threatened to consume me.
Fear, excitement, anxiety, and, most surprisingly, an ember of the passion I thought I'd lost.
The universe, it seemed, wasn't done testing me.
AN: And that wraps up this chapter! Sorry that this chapter didn't have any duels, but I am building up to it in the next one. Take a guess on who wants to duel against Sora at this moment.
Again, Chapter 3 has been revised to demonstrate Sora's playstyle against Alexis better.
To Tonyhedgehog, that's an interesting suggestion. I am thinking of rewriting Yubel's motivations and goals depending on how the story goes. I hope you'll like them when she gets introduced, especially since there might be a greater threat looming.
To Valkoor, I know, I know. But I found a fitting card as it was something to demonstrate the Shadows' will to take the interlopers down. Thanks for pointing that out.
Anyway, that's all for now. I'll see you guys in the next one.