I couldn't fathom the reality of dueling in the Fortune Cup against one of my older brothers. But before I delve into this moment, let me rewind and recount the events that led me here. My name is Riyuki Fudo, though everyone affectionately knows me as Yu. I am the younger cousin of the Satellite's shooting star, Yusei Fudo.
My story begins after I discovered Yusei's arrest for being in New Domino City without a permit. It was 7:40 in the evening, the night prior to my duel runner operator exam. Immersed in my work, I meticulously focused on perfecting the details of my duel runner, which was built upon Yusei's original design.
The runner I crafted was a deep midnight blue adorned with elegant white lines and the simplest of flower motifs. It held a profound significance as it happened to be the very first runner Yusei ever constructed. He had painstakingly shipped it to me piece by piece, and it became the very same runner my alter ego, the Blind Saint, utilized in the underground duel circuit.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I realized I had a mere eight minutes until the bus arrived at the stop. Hastily, I reached for the rag resting on the seat of my runner, eager to cleanse my hands of grease and paint residue.
With a swift motion, I wiped my hands clean. The bus stop beckoned as the deadline of my curfew loomed closer. You see, I had made a deal with my adoptive father that I could attend this class, but in return, I had to be home every night by 8:30. Thankfully, unlike my classmates who had to rush home by 4 or 5 o'clock, I had a bit more leeway considering my adoptive father's profession as a high-class lawyer. Nonetheless, I had to be vigilant about the time.
Most nights, I only had to wait for the bus for a minute at most. However, tonight was different. The bus never arrived. That meant I had to inconvenience my oldest brother Jack Atlas, but I knew for certain that he didn't have a duel scheduled for tonight.
"Riyuki, what's the matter?" Jack asked, his distinct Australian accent making it a bit of a challenge to fully grasp his words, as always.
"Jackie, the bus never showed up, and my curfew is at 8:30. Can you please come and pick me up?" I responded, peering down the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive bus.
"Sure, Riyuki. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be there. Just text your dad and let him know you might be running a few minutes late." Jack assured me from the other end of the line.
"Alright, take care, Jackie," I murmured under my breath, flipping my phone shut and pulling my hood down even further to shield my face. As a group of upperclassmen passed by, their smirks and whispered taunts couldn't escape my notice. It was the usual bunch of boys who resided in the dorms, finding pleasure in mocking my origins from the satellite and the visible scars etched across my body. Those scars were a constant reminder of the day my life took an irreversible turn at the tender age of ten—a tragic fire that engulfed my world, leaving me forever changed. Letting out a heavy sigh, I reopened my flip phone and swiftly texted my dad, informing him of the situation.
Before that fateful day, Yusei and I had found a loving and supportive home with our foster parents. They embraced us as their own, providing us with a sense of belonging and stability. They had been some of the richer members of Satellite, middle class by new Domino standards. Despite the absence of our biological parents, I felt their love and care in every moment spent with our foster family.
But on that one tragic day, flames erupted in our home with a ferocity that defied comprehension. The fire consumed everything in its path, including the lives of our foster parents, leaving us orphaned once again. My heart shattered, and I was thrust into a world of darkness and despair.
The fire not only claimed our family, but it also inflicted severe burns that consumed two-thirds of my body. The physical agony was insufferable, but the scars etched onto my skin served as a perpetual reminder of the tragedy I had endured. They narrated a tale of survival and unwavering fortitude, a testament to the inner strength that resided within me. Yet, initially, I failed to perceive it in such a light.
To add to the complexity of my emotions, my cousin Yusei Fudo, who was also present during the fire, walked away unscathed. While I was grateful for his safety, the stark contrast between our experiences tore at my heart. Survivor's guilt, resentment, and a yearning for the carefree life I had lost wrestled within me.
The aftermath of the fire was a grueling journey of physical and emotional challenges. Living in the Satellite, there were limited resources available to aid in the healing process. Martha, my cousin Yusei's foster mother, did everything she could to alleviate my pain and suffering, but the scars run deep. By the time I turned twelve, the once-happy girl I had been before the fire was a distant memory. Bitterness and anger consumed me, casting a shadow over my every thought and action.
However, my life took a positive turn about a year later when I was adopted by my dad. He recognized the importance of addressing both my physical and mental well-being. He arranged for specialized treatment for my burns and ensured that I received the necessary support to heal my wounded soul.
It was a long and arduous process, but with time, patience, and professional help, I gradually began to open up and trust others again. The scars on my body remained a constant reminder of the past, but they no longer defined me or held me captive in a world of bitterness and anger.
During this transformative period, I found solace in dueling once again. It became my sanctuary, a cathartic outlet for releasing my pent-up emotions. As I immersed myself in the world of dueling, I discovered a sense of purpose and a way to channel my pain into something productive. The duel arena became a place where I could express myself freely, unburdened by the weight of my past.
With the support of my adopted father and the healing power of dueling, I slowly regained my sense of self. I had even made a few friends since then. My best friend, Aziel Nudel, is an incredible person who brings so much joy and energy into my life. When I'm with Aziel, it's impossible not to get caught up in his infectious laughter, quick wit, and unwavering loyalty.
Physically, Aziel has an average height and a lean build. His dark brown hair is always a bit wild, falling across his forehead, giving him this carefree and effortlessly cool look. And his warm hazel eyes are so full of curiosity and mischief, reflecting his adventurous spirit.
What sets Aziel apart is his boundless enthusiasm for life. He approaches everything with such excitement and embraces new experiences and challenges with open arms. His vibrant personality is contagious, and just being around him can brighten even the darkest of moments.
Aziel's intelligence is remarkable. He has this natural ability to understand people and situations quickly. He can read between the lines effortlessly and always offers insightful perspectives. Having him as a confidant and advisor is invaluable to me because he sees the bigger picture and helps me navigate through life's ups and downs.
But it's not just his intellect that makes Aziel an incredible friend. His loyalty knows no bounds. He's fiercely protective of his friends, especially me, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure we're safe and happy. During tough times, he's always there, ready to lend a listening ear and offer unwavering support. And his belief in my abilities is a constant source of motivation.
Aziel's adventurous spirit is inspiring. He's always up for thrilling experiences, embarking on daring excursions in New Domino City. His passion for life and love for adventure encourage me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the unknown.
As I reflected on Aziel's vibrant personality, I couldn't help but appreciate his exceptional listening skills. He recognized the significance of establishing a safe and open environment where I felt comfortable expressing my thoughts and emotions. Aziel's empathy enabled him to offer genuine support and valuable advice, solidifying his role as an unwavering source of strength in my life. Throughout our two-year friendship, I had developed a subtle infatuation for Aziel, but I chose to keep it to myself, considering the challenging dynamics of his home life. His parents seemed to prioritize his twin sister Zinnia, who, in my opinion, could benefit from a humbling experience. Lost in my contemplation, I almost missed Jack's arrival as he pulled up in front of me.
"Hey Jackie, I really appreciate you picking me up." I greeted Jack with gratitude as I stood at the bus stop. He was dressed in a plain white button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans, complete with a hat and sunglasses. Even though we were the only ones around, he always made an effort to dress down, ensuring he wouldn't be recognized. Suppressing my laughter, I hopped into the back seat of his car.
My dad had insisted that I sit in the back seat of Jack's car because he worried about my safety. I could understand his concern, considering Jack's less-than-stellar driving skills. I've witnessed my older brother receive more traffic tickets than the officers had tickets to hand out. And tonight seemed to be no exception. It took us 15 minutes to get home and that's with us being pulled over twice. It was 8:45 in the evening, and my dad was still at the office. As usual, it was just Jack and me at home. While I busied myself with cooking dinner, Jack was sitting at the kitchen table, diligently reviewing my homework with a red pen in hand. However, most of my assignments had been put on hold until after my duel runner operator exam, which was scheduled for tomorrow.
"How is it that your homework is always flawless?" Jack inquired, flipping through my completed assignments. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly as I stirred soy sauce into the sizzling chicken fried rice. Normally, I would have given him an explanation, but at that moment, I had a pair of chopsticks in my mouth. However, before I could remove said chopsticks, Jack approached me from behind and swiftly removed them from my mouth.
"This isn't your work, it's Aziel's." Jack stated firmly, crossing his arms over my chest in a display of concern. I held up one finger as if waiting for my crush to get there, and Aziel was right on time. Covered from head to toe in blood and bruises, my backpack in his hand.
"Zinnia complained again?" I asked absentmindedly, my gaze fixed on the brown-haired boy before me. Placing his plate down, I finally noticed that Aziel's hair was completely gone, shaved off. Letting out a sigh, I made my way to my room, retrieving the beanie I kept for moments like these, whether it be an emergency or simply a bad hair day.
"Here you go, Aziel. Now you can eat." I said, placing the beanie over his freshly shaved head, a result, no doubt, of his father yielding to his demanding daughter's whims. The spoiled little princess was testing my patience, and I eagerly awaited tomorrow to bring her down a few notches.
"Thanks, Riyu, but you really don't have to go through all this trouble. Besides, your dad has never been a big fan of mine," Aziel said, slumping forward in his seat while adjusting his beanie to sit more comfortably on his head.
"Aziel, my dad has always perceived you as merely an extension of your sister, Zinnia. He holds the belief that you're stuck up and excessively privileged. However, I have faith that once he witnesses you in this moment, his perception will shift. I've experienced a similar transformation with him during the satellite project, when he got to know me better. At that time, I resembled my older brother—a bitter and impolite version of myself," I responded, settling down beside my closest friend. Just then, my dad entered our apartment, visibly fatigued and worn out.
"Hey, Dad, welcome home. Are you hungry?" I asked, quickly standing up to block his view of Aziel. However, before I could shield my father from seeing the black eye and bloody nose that Aziel had sustained, he placed a firm hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me to the side. As a result, my dad's gaze fell upon the visible injuries, causing him to do a double take in surprise. Reacting swiftly, he retrieved his old flip phone from his pocket and dialed a number before passing it to me.
"Hello, Ryo, is that you?" a woman's voice spoke through the receiver.
"This is Riyuki Fudo, Ryo's adopted daughter. He handed me the phone after noticing that Aziel was badly beaten..." I explained before being interrupted by a barrage of expletives emanating from the other end of the line.
"What has that bastard done to my son?" the woman asked, her anger palpable despite her attempts to calm herself.
It was evident that she was still seething with fury over the situation, and in order to avoid further aggravating her, I did my best to explain the circumstances while gathering details from Aziel as I went along. As I relayed the information, her voice transformed into one of anguish, and I could hear her sobbing on the other end, pleading for her child's forgiveness. Handing the phone to my dad, I allowed him to console her while I guided Aziel to the guest room, understanding that he needed some much-needed rest and care.
Fortunately, Jack had left some of his clothes in the guest room, so I helped Aziel change into them. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he appeared to have fallen into a deep slumber. Unbeknownst to me, Aziel had been silently awake the entire time, overhearing every word I had spoken.
"Good night, my love. Perhaps one day soon, I'll have the opportunity to reveal the truth," I whispered softly, gently caressing his cheek. Little did I know that Aziel had been awake, listening intently to every word I had uttered. I left the room and made my way to the shower, realizing that I was still in my school uniform and it was almost 9 PM. Curfew for all of Satellite had always been at nine, so there were tasks I needed to complete before lights out. I might not live in Satellite anymore, but old habits were hard to die.
After my shower, I emerged with my hair flowing in loose ringlets of black and blue, cascading down to almost my knees. The burns on my body were fully exposed, a constant reminder of the pain I had endured. Not wanting to dwell on them any longer, I swiftly changed into my comfortable pajamas—a pair of blue pants and a tank top layered under a cozy blue sweater.
As I glanced at the clock, I noticed that it was only six minutes to nine, a reminder of the curfew in Satellite. Exhausted from the events of the day, I collapsed onto my bed, finding solace in the presence of my five cherished stuffed duel monsters. Each one represented a member of the duel gang, the Enforcers: Stardust Dragon, Red Dragon Archfiend, Blackwing Armor Master, Vorse Raider, and my personal favorite, Ancient Sacred Wyvern. They served as a reminder that despite our fractured family, we were still connected in some way.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind about the complex dynamics within our family. Unbeknownst to me, during Yusei's time at the facility, two of my four brothers, Jack and Yusei, were engaged in a fierce rivalry. The revelation of their conflict came as a surprise to me. Additionally, I had no inkling that Kalin, another one of my brothers, harbored intentions of destroying the world. These revelations highlighted the hidden struggles and secrets within our family, ones that I was yet to fully comprehend.
I was about to curl up, cuddling my plushies, when the grandfather clock in the hallway rang the hour, signaling that my father would soon arrive to tuck me in. Despite my insistence that I didn't need him to do so anymore, he continued to fulfill this role. After all, I was going to turn 16 in October, and I felt I was becoming more independent. Nevertheless, his presence brought a sense of comfort and security.
I folded my hands in front of me, saying a silent prayer, desperately hoping for Yusei's safety and well-being. That night, an unexplained heaviness weighed upon my heart, causing it to ache. I spent most of the night in silent tears, my emotions overwhelming and consuming me. By the time morning arrived, exhaustion clung to me, casting doubt on my ability to perform well in my upcoming exam.
However, I refused to let this opportunity slip away. I was determined to follow in the footsteps of my brothers and become a skilled turbo duelist—a master of speed. With aching muscles and a weary mind, I stretched my body, cracking my spine a few times. Gathering my resolve, I glanced up at the clock on the shelf above my headboard. I had 45 minutes left before I had to be at school and an hour and a half until my exam commenced. Time was slipping away, and I needed to make the most of every remaining minute.
In a rush, I quickly got dressed, skipping my usual breakfast routine, knowing that I could rely on Aziel to bring me something to eat at school. When I entered the kitchen, I found Aziel standing by the stove, cooking away with a noticeable improvement in his mood compared to the previous night.
"Good morning, Riyu. Are you hungry?" Aziel greeted me, casting a glance over his shoulder. I glanced at the clock on the stove and realized that it displayed a time one hour earlier than the clock in my room. It became clear that someone had tampered with my clock, causing a mix-up in my morning schedule.
I moved to take a seat at the counter, but as I did, my bag slipped off my shoulder and fell to the floor. Frustration and suspicion welled up within me, and I couldn't help but accuse Aziel, "You messed with my clock." However, as he placed a plate of my favorite breakfast foods—scrambled eggs, toast with cream cheese, and turkey bacon—before me, a delicious aroma filling the air, I realized that he had prepared a thoughtful meal for me.
"Maybe yes, or maybe no. I will not spill anything that I might know," Aziel replied, his mischievous grin widening as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the countertop. His response, coupled with his reputation for being a prankster, made me contemplate whether there was more to the situation than initially apparent. Aziel had a knack for surprises and playful tricks, so it wouldn't be out of character for him to orchestrate such a clock mishap.
Before I could say anything else, Aziel unexpectedly put a forkful of food in my mouth. Startled, I paused, my eyes widening as I dropped my fork onto the plate in front of me. A mix of surprise and confusion washed over me as I stared back at Aziel.
"My lovely lady, you need to eat, and I mean more than the muffin I normally bring you every day," Aziel said, his gaze meeting mine with a tender, affectionate expression. My heart raced in my chest, my face flushing with heat as I covered my mouth with my hand. It seemed he had overheard everything I had said the previous night—the vulnerable thoughts and emotions that I had unintentionally shared.
"You heard everything I said last night," I murmured, my voice muffled by my hand. I could feel my heart pounding, as if it were rising up into my throat with each passing second. The realization that Aziel had been privy to my innermost thoughts left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh yes, my lovely lady," Aziel said, reaching out to run his fingers over my cheek. Overwhelmed by the moment, I hurried to my room and slammed the door shut. My first instinct was to change my clothes and hairstyle, to present myself in a way that would leave a lasting impression on Aziel. I quickly rummaged through my closet, searching for an outfit that would surpass my usual jeans and t-shirt, typically hidden beneath my oversized jumpsuit.
If I wanted to make an impact on Aziel, I knew I had to carefully select an ensemble that would capture his attention and reflect my confidence and personal style. A stunning sapphire blue tea-length fit and flare dress immediately caught my eye. Crafted from luxurious fabric, it draped beautifully over my silhouette, accentuating my waist and gracefully flaring out just below the knees. The rich blue hue complimented my skin tone and made a bold statement.
To elevate the overall look, I decided to pair the dress with strappy silver heels. Not only would they add a touch of glamor, but they would also elongate my legs and provide an extra boost of confidence as I walked.
Completing the ensemble, I chose understated yet sophisticated accessories. A delicate silver necklace with a sapphire pendant drew attention to my neckline, adding a subtle sparkle. I adorned my wrists with silver bangle bracelets, infusing the outfit with elegance and refinement.
For my hair, I debated between loose waves cascading down my shoulders for a romantic touch or a sleek updo with a few loose tendrils framing my face, exuding sophistication. Ultimately, I settled on loose waves, as they added an air of charm and softness to the overall look.
To achieve a polished and glamorous makeup look, I enhanced my eyes using a smoky eyeshadow palette, delicately applying a subtle winged eyeliner and volumizing my lashes. A soft pink lip color added a touch of femininity, completing the ensemble.
As I stepped out in the sapphire blue fit and flare dress, confidence and grace radiated from me. The carefully chosen outfit, combined with the polished makeup and accessories, created an impression that was both captivating and unforgettable. With each movement, I exude elegance, leaving Aziel in awe of my beauty and unique style.
"Wow, Riyu, you look absolutely stunning," Aziel exclaimed, momentarily forgetting his meal as his eyes fell upon me. However, given his injuries, I knew he faced difficulties in moving around, and I wasn't expecting him to go all out in terms of his appearance. In fact, he had required assistance just last night to reach the guest room. I patiently waited as he disappeared into the room, hoping he was taking care of himself.
After a few minutes, Aziel emerged, wearing a skin-tight black t-shirt tucked into a pair of white pants, complemented by a blue blazer. His head was still adorned with the black beanie from the previous night. I couldn't help but notice the effort he put into his outfit despite his challenges.
"That's my dad's Duel Academy uniform," I mentioned, rubbing my arms to ward off the chill. The dress I wore was undeniably beautiful, but it lacked warmth. "He was in the same class as Zane Truesdale's younger brother. When I say 'my dad,' I mean my biological father, Riku Fudo."
Despite his injuries and the limitations they imposed, Aziel's choice of clothing showcased his desire to make a statement. However, his intentions took an unexpected turn when he wrapped my uniform jacket around my shoulders. Just then, my dad emerged from his room, still half asleep.
"You should change into something else, my little dragon," my dad said, passing by me in the hallway. A groan escaped from the depths of my throat as I reluctantly made my way to my room, a single outfit already in mind. It wasn't a dress, but it was equally beautiful in its own way.
I swiftly changed into a pair of black leggings and a blue tank top, adorned with a white tie and topped off with my trusty uniform jacket. The ensemble not only exuded comfort but also perfectly matched my personal style, making me feel confident and at ease. As I entered the kitchen, I found my dad engrossed in conversation with Aziel and Jackie, the latter dressed in a striking white jumpsuit.
Unnoticed at first, I stood there as my dad posed a question to Aziel, "How do you plan to pass your duel runner exam with your injuries?" It was a valid inquiry, but deep down, I knew the answer. Nothing could deter Aziel from taking this exam; it was his chance to break free from the shadow of his sister.
"I'll do whatever it takes to pass, regardless of my injuries," Aziel confidently affirmed, rising from his seat. He tossed me my backpack and house keys, a sign that we were ready to go. With one hand, I effortlessly caught his bag and tossed it to Jack. Then, I made my way to the door where I had left my black ankle boots and helmet.
Just as I was about to leave, Jackie called out to me, holding up my hairbrush. "Yu, come here for a second," he said. It appeared that my long hair posed a challenge for my duel runner. I swiftly untied the hair tie from my wrist and handed it to my oldest brother, appreciating his help. Jack had always been remarkably skilled at braiding my hair, even after a devastating fire had taken a significant portion of it. Today, he deftly crafted a braid that encircled my head, creating a beautiful band secured by a few bobby pins.
Standing there, admiring my appearance, Aziel reached out to hold my hand. However, my dad swiftly intervened, placing himself between us. His protective instincts kicked in, as he addressed Aziel sternly, "Keep your hands to yourself, Nudle. Just because I know the truth about your home life doesn't mean I approve of you dating my daughter." With a gentle nudge, my dad subtly guided me closer to Jack, emphasizing his preference for our relationship.
Although my dad's words might have stung, I understood his intentions were rooted in concern for my well-being. As I glanced at Jack, I noticed his agreement with my dad's stance. I knew Jack well enough to anticipate that he might even take me to school and leave Aziel behind. Brothers could be just as protective as fathers, allowing their sisters more leeway, but involving a boy seemed to awaken a different level of vigilance, akin to a scene from a crime drama.
Despite the complex dynamics at play, I remained grateful for the unwavering support of both my dad and Jack. Their protective nature served as a reminder of the love and care they had for me.
"Hey, Dad, are you coming to watch the exams?" I asked, enveloping him in a tight embrace. While doing so, I subtly motioned for Aziel to continue on without me. I had caught a glimpse of my dad's expression, indicating that the conversation that followed might not be suitable for my ears. But when has that ever stopped me before?
With a sense of curiosity and determination, I unwrapped my arms from my dad's waist and confronted him directly. "That lady from the phone call last night hired you to save Aziel. Does that mean he has to move away?" I couldn't help but seek answers, even if it meant delving into territory that could be uncomfortable or unsettling.
My dad sighed, realizing that there was no avoiding the truth any longer. "No, my little dragon, Aziel won't be leaving. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Zinnia and her parents fled last night before I had a chance to involve the police. That woman is Aziel's biological mother and the head of the Nudel family. She informed me that the woman we believed to be Aziel's mother was actually Mr. Nudel's mistress. Aziel, not Zinnia, is the rightful heir to the Nudel family."
As my dad revealed the intricate details of the situation, he knew that I would stop at nothing to uncover the truth, especially if it involved Aziel. His trust in my determination pushed him to disclose everything, understanding that I would not be deterred until I unraveled the full story.A surge of frustration and anger surged within me, threatening to unleash a torrent of curses. However, I clenched my teeth, determined to maintain composure. Suddenly, a realization struck me like a lightning bolt—I knew exactly where Zinnia and her parents were headed. It was clear that they were making their way to the private island owned by the Nudel family.
"Dad, we need to inform the police immediately and provide them with the exact location," I urged, pulling out a map of the ocean surrounding New Domino City. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my mind. I refrained from sharing my suspicions about Zinnia's potential involvement in Toby's disappearance, as it was mere speculation at this point. However, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that she played a role in the unsettling events.
"Please instruct the police to dispatch ships to that specific location," I continued, my voice tinged with urgency. "Emphasize the need for caution and preparedness. We cannot underestimate the potential danger they pose." It was crucial that the authorities understood the seriousness of the situation and took appropriate measures.
While I held back certain details from my dad—such as Zinnia's potential motive for seeking refuge on the island—I was resolute in my determination to uncover the truth. I believed that Zinnia's actions were driven by something far more sinister, possibly even involving a heinous crime like murder. My thoughts remain haunted by Toby's disappearance, and I couldn't shake the suspicion that Zinnia was somehow connected to it.
With a firm resolve, I prepared to assist in any way possible to ensure the safety of everyone involved and bring justice to those who deserved it. Time was of the essence, and I was determined to uncover the truth before more harm could befall anyone caught in this tangled web of secrets and deceit.
"Alright, little dragon, you better hurry or you'll be late for your exam," my dad urged, gently pushing both me and Jack towards the front door. Time was slipping away, and we needed to leave soon. As we reached the garage, I noticed Aziel sitting by Jack's car, engrossed in texting someone on his phone. I quickly tossed our bags into the backseat and retrieved my keys from my pants pocket, ready to drive Aziel's duel runner to school.
Yes, Aziel had a duel runner, but I was the only one with a license. While I couldn't turbo duel in official tournaments, I was more than capable of driving the runner to school. Aziel, on the other hand, didn't have a license and couldn't do the same. It was a responsibility that fell solely on my shoulders.
The drive to school was uneventful, except for one unexpected encounter. Officer Trudge, a familiar face in New Domino, pulled me over for what seemed like a ridiculous reason.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A satellite rat in New Domino without a permit," Officer Trudge remarked, his tone filled with authority. "You must be wanting to join your brother in the facility."
Suppressing my frustration, I began reaching for my wallet to retrieve the necessary paperwork. "Double-check your facts, Officer," I responded calmly, lifting my visor so that he could see my face clearly. It was important to assert my rights and correct any misconceptions.
I hoped that Officer Trudge would realize his mistake and allow me to continue on my way to school without further delay. To my relief, the man did a double take, glancing between me and the papers I presented. However, his next actions caught me off guard. He callously threw the papers onto the ground, attempting to destroy them, unaware that I had texted my dad my location, knowing that he was possibly the only person, other than Jack, who could help me with this situation.
Fortunately, we were close to my dad's office, and the route I had taken coincided with his usual path. I didn't have to wait more than two minutes before my dad arrived, looking disheveled in his suit and loosened tie.
"Hello, my little dragon," my dad greeted, kissing my forehead while handing Officer Trudge the official paperwork and my birth certificate. "Officer Trudge, what has my daughter, who was born in New Domino, done?"
"She was driving a duel runner without a license," Officer Trudge replied, before I held out my license to him.
"Now that you've seen my license, can I get going?" I asked, pulling my visor down to partially cover my face, while extending my hand to retrieve the license he was holding. But before I could take it, my dad grabbed Officer Trudge's arm and squeezed tightly, causing the man to drop the license into my waiting hand.
"Thank you very much. Have a good day, Officer," I said with a hint of sarcasm, waving to them before driving off. I arrived at Duel Academy with enough time to clean up the mess on my runner and finish any last-minute painting for Aziel.
"Riyu, what happened?" Aziel asked, entering the garage with his helmet tucked under his arm.
"I got pulled over by the most discriminatory officer of Sector Security," I replied, removing my helmet and letting out a frustrated sigh. However, my focus quickly shifted to a devastating sight. As I glanced over at my runner, my heart sank. All my hard work had been undone. Someone had removed the plastic cover and splattered paint all over my once beautiful machine, completely ruining the deep midnight blue color, the elegant white lines, and the delicate flower motifs. It was a heartbreaking sight.
Realizing that there was no time to waste, panic set in. Fixing the damage would take at least three days, but I only had a mere four hours, if even that. My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. Just as despair threatened to overwhelm me, Aziel stepped forward, offering his assistance.
"What do you need me to do, my lovely lady?" Aziel asked, extending a hand that held white paint and a sandblaster. If I used the sandblaster, it would significantly cut down the time required to restore the runner, but it would still take a day and a half. Time was a luxury I simply didn't have. However, with Aziel's help, we might just make it within the tight time frame.
"Start blasting the outside. I'll go grab the midnight blue powder and the powder paint gun," I instructed, determination filling my voice. Without wasting a moment, I hurried off to Zinnia's garage, certain that I would find the necessary supplies there. Fortunately, Zinnia's partner was nowhere in sight, providing me with a clear path to gather what I needed. Time was of the essence, and I couldn't afford any obstacles to impede my progress.
In a rush, I collected the midnight blue powder and the powder paint gun, making sure not to overlook anything crucial. With the supplies in hand, I hastened back to the garage. To my surprise, Aziel had made significant progress on the body of the runner in my absence.
As Aziel neared completion, I wasted no time in preparing the powder paint gun. Ensuring my safety gear was in place, I began applying the first layer of paint. It took three coats, each requiring 20 minutes to dry, but finally, I had a solid base to work with. Now, it was time to bring my vision to life.
I carefully taped the lines and flower motifs, opting for a different design this time. White lines would accentuate the body, while light blue flowers would add a touch of elegance and vibrancy. With steady hands and unwavering focus, I meticulously painted the delicate details, bringing my new design to fruition.
Despite the time constraints, I managed to complete the painting within the limited timeframe. The runner was transformed, showcasing a fresh and captivating look. Exhausted but satisfied, I took a step back to admire my work, grateful for Aziel's assistance and the determination that propelled me forward. Just then, the teacher called out Aziel's name, and I stepped out to watch him in action.
I watched with bated breath as Aziel faced his opponent. At one point, I was worried that he wouldn't make it, but with some quick tricks and a stroke of luck, he emerged victorious. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized he had secured his place in the next round.
"We will continue this in an hour. Everyone, be ready for the final push," our teacher announced before walking away, leaving us with a brief moment of respite. I glanced over at Aziel, and he held up a picnic basket, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. So, this was what he had planned for our first date.
We found a picturesque spot and settled on a blue and white checkered picnic blanket. The ambiance was serene and perfect for a relaxing afternoon. However, our tranquility was abruptly shattered as a group of boys approached us, their demeanor hostile and mocking.
"Look what we have here, two freaks on a date," one of the boys sneered, his words dripping with contempt. In a cruel act, he callously kicked our picnic basket, sending its contents flying and scattering across the ground. My heart sank as I saw the mess, realizing that Aziel had gone through the effort of preparing all my favorite dishes, from Martha's vegetable soup to the refreshing container of lemonade.
Before I could react, Aziel swiftly moved, placing his arm in front of me, signaling for me to stay put. I watched in amazement as Aziel, who was known more for being a peacekeeper than a fighter, unleashed a punch that knocked out all three boys. In comparison to the thugs of Outcast Alley, these boys were lightweight troublemakers. It brought back memories of the wild times when I wasn't in my right mind and would engage in reckless behavior on a whim.
Stunned, the boys stumbled back, clutching their faces in pain. The sudden turn of events had caught them off guard. With the situation now defused, Aziel turned to me, concern etched on his face. He helped me to my feet, his touch comforting amidst the chaos.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.
I nodded, a mix of relief and admiration flooding over me. "Yes, thanks to you. That was... unexpected, but I'm grateful."
Aziel smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a sense of protectiveness. "I'll always stand up for you, no matter what. Let's clean this up and salvage what we can of our picnic. We won't let them ruin our day."
Together, we gathered the scattered food, salvaging what we could, and resumed our picnic, undeterred by the earlier disturbance. It was in those moments, amidst the scattered food and the remnants of an altercation, that I realized the depth of Aziel's character and the strength of our bond. The hour came to an end with a sharp whistle and the sound of my name being called by our teacher. It was my turn to step into the dueling arena. As I faced my opponent, a member of Sector Security, I decided to employ a unique strategy. Instead of focusing on attacking, I spent most of the duel facing backward, locking eyes with the bewildered officer. This unexpected tactic caught them off guard, throwing off their concentration and leaving them vulnerable.
To my surprise, my strategy worked flawlessly. The member of Sector Security struggled to keep up, eventually crashing and forfeiting the match. It was a victory unlike any other, and even our teacher seemed astonished by the outcome.
"I have never seen someone win a duel with a staring match on top of dueling," our teacher exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment.
I couldn't help but smirk at the remark. "This is not the first time, nor will it be the last," I replied confidently, reaching into my pocket to retrieve my glasses and eye drops.
As I placed my glasses back on and applied the drops to soothe my eyes, I knew that my unorthodox approach was both surprising and effective. But now my eyes were burning from not blinking. It was really irritating.
"It's rare to see you in glasses, Riyu," Aziel remarked, and I understood where he was coming from. With glasses adorning my features, I felt a newfound sense of intellectual charm and sophistication. I had taken great care in selecting frames that complimented my unique style and facial structure, adding an intriguing touch to my overall appearance.
The glasses delicately perched on the bridge of my nose, framing my eyes with a subtle elegance. The frames I chose were a reflection of my contemporary fashion sense, sleek and modern, or at times, they embodied a more classic and refined aesthetic, hinting at a timeless allure. The color of the frames harmonized with my complexion, enhancing my natural beauty. Whether I opted for a bold and vibrant hue or a more understated and neutral shade, the frames became an integral part of my personal style.
Behind the lenses, my eyes shone with intelligence and curiosity. The glasses brought clarity not only to my vision but also to my outlook on the world. As light reflected off the lenses, it accentuated the depth and intensity of my gaze, adding an alluring quality that drew others in, inviting them to explore the depths of my thoughts and emotions.
My meticulously styled hair framed my face in perfect harmony with the glasses. Whether my locks were long and flowing, cropped and chic, or styled in a manner that reflected my individuality, the glasses seamlessly blended with my hair, creating a harmonious balance of sophistication and personal flair.
Wearing glasses, I exuded a newfound confidence and poise. The frames had become a visual representation of my intellectual pursuits and love for knowledge, adding an intriguing layer to my personality. They had become an integral part of my identity, a distinctive accessory that accentuated my unique charm and left a lasting impression on those who had the privilege of gazing into my captivating eyes. Holding out my hand to Aziel, I looked down at my feet, waiting for him to take it, relishing the peaceful moment between us.
However, our tranquility was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Aziel's mother, who, much like Aziel himself, radiated a captivating presence that effortlessly drew people in. I couldn't help but notice the strong familial resemblance between them, particularly in her striking physical appearance.
Her face, framed by a cascade of dark, wavy hair, possessed an air of mysterious beauty that immediately intrigued me. When our eyes met, I could discern the same blend of intelligence, curiosity, and mischief reflected in her expressive gaze. There was an undeniable warmth and kindness emanating from her eyes, instantly making me feel welcomed and at ease in her presence.
Just like Aziel, she carried herself with confidence and grace, her movements deliberate and purposeful, showcasing a strong sense of self-assurance. I found it fascinating to observe her natural charisma, effortlessly commanding attention while maintaining a down-to-earth and approachable demeanor.
In our interactions, the similarities between her and Aziel became evident. She possessed the same inherent intelligence, quick wit, and sharp sense of humor. Her wealth of knowledge and wisdom was readily shared, nurturing the growth and understanding of those around her. She listened thoughtfully, displaying empathy and offering valuable insights and guidance.
Driven by an unwavering passion for life, she fearlessly embraced challenges with a determined spirit. I admired her relentless pursuit of dreams and aspirations, as she served as a true inspiration to those fortunate enough to know her. What struck me most was the beautiful balance she struck between ambition and compassion, consistently finding ways to support, uplift, and empower others.
Undoubtedly, Aziel's mother was a woman of substance and depth, mirroring the captivating qualities I admired in Aziel himself. Together, they formed a formidable duo, leaving a lasting impression on anyone fortunate enough to cross their paths.
"My baby boy, what has he done to you? You're so thin, and what happened to your beautiful hair?" the woman exclaimed, pulling Aziel into a tight, concerned hug. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at her ill-timed display of affection. After all, I hadn't even had the chance to inform Aziel about the situation with his family.
Wanting to seize the moment and have a private conversation with Aziel, I cleared my throat and addressed him directly, "Aziel, can I speak with you for a second?" My interruption seemed to snap the woman out of her trance, and she realized the need for us to have some privacy. She cleared her throat and nodded, silently signaling for Aziel to follow me.
We made our way over to our favorite tree, the usual meeting spot before starting this class. Aziel looked visibly shaken by what had just transpired, and concern filled his eyes.
"Is something wrong, Riyu?" he asked, his voice betraying his unease. I took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose as I gathered my thoughts. I knew I had to handle this situation delicately, yet swiftly, just like my dad used to break difficult news to me.
"Aziel, that woman who just hugged you—she's your mother. The woman we thought was your mother is actually your dad's mistress," I said, the words tumbling out in a rush. A mix of shock and realization flickered across Aziel's face as the truth sank in. I continued, choosing my words carefully, "You and Zinnia are not twins; you're actually half-siblings. And that woman... she's the current head of the Nudel family."
I watched as Aziel processed the information, his expression a mix of confusion, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of betrayal. It was a lot to take in, and I knew our lives were about to change in ways we couldn't yet comprehend. Concerned for Aziel's well-being, I focused my attention on him, unaware of the danger lurking behind me.
Unbeknownst to me, a group of boys had silently approached from behind, wielding a wrench. As I continued to watch Aziel, their malicious intent remained hidden from my sight. Suddenly, a searing pain erupted at the back of my head, jolting through my senses. The world spun, and darkness swiftly engulfed my consciousness.
In the haze of confusion and agony, I faintly heard Aziel's voice calling out my name, filled with fear and concern. But before I could respond or comprehend what had just transpired, everything faded into blackness.