Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Clubit Academia ❯ Clubit Academia ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Shariku Onikage 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
“Come on, come on,” the young boy said, tapping his foot impatiently like he was waiting for an elevator, watching the scene in front of him like it was an insurance advert.
Before him was a simple desk, where a smartly dressed, yet very plain looking woman typed slowly in front of him. She showed no sign of disdain as he watched her with irritation, his finger tapping the corner of his elbow in rhythm to his foot. Waiting, his eyes darted up to the screen above him, which was offering special protective sleeves for trading cards. He grumbled with a lack of interest; such things always seemed stupid to him.
“Your registration is complete,” the woman said, looking up to him with a polite, yet mechanical smile. “Your username name is Paine59. Thank you for registering. Here is your profile keypad, you may you it to change your settings or find information out about anything within the forum. Please enjoy your stay.” Paine was taken aback for a quick second with the cheery, yet monotonous tone of the woman's voice. Taking the keypad from the woman, he noticed a very visible freeze that must have signified the end of her program.
He knew it was only a bot, designed for nothing more than to fill out his registration and let him in, but he couldn't help but feel a little put back at how polite it sounded. Not being able to help himself, he took one step back, bowing slightly and said `thank you' in response. The bot did or said nothing in return, continuing to just smile at him with programmed lips, leaving the brown, spiky haired boy with a feeling that it would continue to do this until someone else came along to register or log in.
Trying not to think about it too much, he stepped to the side and went past her, heading for the simple, yet elegantly designed door ahead of him, with the words `Clubit Academia' embossed above it in outlined white letters. To the side, a little console flashed into view as if it had always been there waiting for him. Staring at it tentatively with curious anticipation, he wondered what it was for, when it loaded up a screen asking for his username and password. The second he saw this, his feeling of hesitancy were replaced with a powerful excitement, and he began quickly typing in his username and password, almost getting the combination of digits wrong in his trembling haste. As soon as he hit the enter button, the door hissed open, hydraulics that he didn't even know were there sliding across giving him access to the halls where he intended to make his one big shot at fame a reality.
To Paine, Clubit Academia was a literal dream come true, a barrel of passion just waiting to be opened. For over a year now, he had been playing Duel Monsters every day. He would even go so far as to say every hour. No matter where or what it was, he would always find some way to incorporate the game into what he was doing. In art, he drew pictures of the monsters in many different poses or fighting each other in epic battles to the digitized death. In maths, he pretended the figures on the board had something to do with monster attacks, though he was very often disappointed at how futile this was when assigning a monster with an attack of pi just meant that it got destroyed by Bubonic Plague. Even in history, he took an extra interest whenever a subject involving myths and legends came up, just in case it had any information about a Duel Monsters card on it. The best was drama though, where he could enact famous duel lines, being even able to get a laugh out of the kids who didn't play the game.
So when he heard that an academy had been opened in Britain, which solely surrounded Duel Monsters, he had immediately went for an application form and signed up. He was quite surprised to be honest. He never thought the game would attract that much interest in England, yet apparently the place had been open for a few years. It was famous in other countries, he knew that much, but so far, the only other places to open up such Academies were Japan and China.
Stepping through the door, he immediately saw the great Clubit forum ahead of him, its white walls gleaming down at him in all directions, completely devoid of dirt and rising higher than his eye could see. Despite its cleanliness, this was said to be the old part of Clubit Academia, and existed as a forum before the place was turned into an academy. Now, it served as a commons area for the many students to wander about and enjoy themselves. The old forums were a long wide corridor littered with lots of other doors all looking the same as the one he just came through, lots of little, white and grey consoles without keypad to the sides of each of them. Looking to the first one, he saw it said `Yu-Gi-Oh, General Discussion' and nearly exploded with repressed exhilaration.
“Your registration is complete,” the woman said, looking up to him with a polite, yet mechanical smile. “Your username name is Paine59. Thank you for registering. Here is your profile keypad, you may you it to change your settings or find information out about anything within the forum. Please enjoy your stay.” Paine was taken aback for a quick second with the cheery, yet monotonous tone of the woman's voice. Taking the keypad from the woman, he noticed a very visible freeze that must have signified the end of her program.
He knew it was only a bot, designed for nothing more than to fill out his registration and let him in, but he couldn't help but feel a little put back at how polite it sounded. Not being able to help himself, he took one step back, bowing slightly and said `thank you' in response. The bot did or said nothing in return, continuing to just smile at him with programmed lips, leaving the brown, spiky haired boy with a feeling that it would continue to do this until someone else came along to register or log in.
Trying not to think about it too much, he stepped to the side and went past her, heading for the simple, yet elegantly designed door ahead of him, with the words `Clubit Academia' embossed above it in outlined white letters. To the side, a little console flashed into view as if it had always been there waiting for him. Staring at it tentatively with curious anticipation, he wondered what it was for, when it loaded up a screen asking for his username and password. The second he saw this, his feeling of hesitancy were replaced with a powerful excitement, and he began quickly typing in his username and password, almost getting the combination of digits wrong in his trembling haste. As soon as he hit the enter button, the door hissed open, hydraulics that he didn't even know were there sliding across giving him access to the halls where he intended to make his one big shot at fame a reality.
To Paine, Clubit Academia was a literal dream come true, a barrel of passion just waiting to be opened. For over a year now, he had been playing Duel Monsters every day. He would even go so far as to say every hour. No matter where or what it was, he would always find some way to incorporate the game into what he was doing. In art, he drew pictures of the monsters in many different poses or fighting each other in epic battles to the digitized death. In maths, he pretended the figures on the board had something to do with monster attacks, though he was very often disappointed at how futile this was when assigning a monster with an attack of pi just meant that it got destroyed by Bubonic Plague. Even in history, he took an extra interest whenever a subject involving myths and legends came up, just in case it had any information about a Duel Monsters card on it. The best was drama though, where he could enact famous duel lines, being even able to get a laugh out of the kids who didn't play the game.
So when he heard that an academy had been opened in Britain, which solely surrounded Duel Monsters, he had immediately went for an application form and signed up. He was quite surprised to be honest. He never thought the game would attract that much interest in England, yet apparently the place had been open for a few years. It was famous in other countries, he knew that much, but so far, the only other places to open up such Academies were Japan and China.
Stepping through the door, he immediately saw the great Clubit forum ahead of him, its white walls gleaming down at him in all directions, completely devoid of dirt and rising higher than his eye could see. Despite its cleanliness, this was said to be the old part of Clubit Academia, and existed as a forum before the place was turned into an academy. Now, it served as a commons area for the many students to wander about and enjoy themselves. The old forums were a long wide corridor littered with lots of other doors all looking the same as the one he just came through, lots of little, white and grey consoles without keypad to the sides of each of them. Looking to the first one, he saw it said `Yu-Gi-Oh, General Discussion' and nearly exploded with repressed exhilaration.
Almost bursting through the steel door with animated pleasure at the fact that he was finally in The Clubit Academia, he pressed the large blue button by the side of the door and watched it slide open. Without even looking, he rushed inside, hoping to meet everybody that was in there. Perhaps he would meet one of the famous names he had heard about from friends, such as the strange MalikxBakura or the powerful yo-Chaos Angel. Perhaps one of them would even duel him. He couldn't wait to speak to them.
“hi everyone im new in hear and wuld just like 2 say hi”
“hi everyone im new in hear and wuld just like 2 say hi”
His body almost cracked as it froze up on him, his hand clutching his throat as the strange words left his mouth. He didn't mean to sound like that, did he? All around him he could see everyone falling quiet and turning to face him, the silence thundering around him like a gunshot. Everyone was staring at him now, like he had just walked on stage. A few to the far side started to giggle and whispered something he knew was about him; some just ignored him and went back to what they were doing, conversations in which he heard various monsters being named. An older boy, who looked around eighteen, with black hair and lazy eyes stepped up to him, his face expressionless. Paine was about to nervously greet him when the boy's calloused hand was thrust in front of his face.
“Make your introductions in the newbie forum,” he said with a simple, yet intensely gruff tone. “Out!”
Before he had a chance to say or do anything, Paine felt the ground below his feet fall away from him, as he was lifted up and thrown out of the room. He landed hard on his back, grumbling to himself as he quickly sat back up, his pride hurt more than anything else.
“WTF!? Wat teh hell his problem???!!!11” His hand darted to his throat again, the strings playing a piece out of tune. He couldn't even begin to explain why he was talking like this, he never spoke like this outside of this place, yet from the second he walked in, that was all his voice had sounded like. Was there something wrong with him? His English wasn't the best in the world, but he should be able to speak better than this.
A small moan to the side of him stopped his thoughts. He turned, his neck wincing from an ache that must of happened when he got attacked, to see a girl lying against the wall just behind him, apparently unconscious, her large glasses doing an amazing job of staying on as her neck drooped, her light brown hair, which was only long at the sides, laying over her shoulders as she lay back, sleeping soundly.
“Huh, a chixxorz,” he said, doing his best to ignore his own voice while observing her sleeping form. Dressed up in a red uniform with white shoulder pads and cuffs that were too large for her arms, the girl had a vigorously regal look to her. Looking around the empty corridor for a quick second to see if anyone else had noticed the unconscious girl with him, he moved in for a closer view. Had she also just been thrown out of the General Discussion forum as well, and somehow hit her head on something as a result? She didn't seem injured in any way, although he hadn't remember her lying there a moment ago either. Was he too excited at the prospect of being in this place that he hadn't been looking at the floor while his head was up in the clouds? He got closer to her, staring as she sniffled slightly, his breath landing expertly on her nose and waking her up. After a few seconds of incoherent mumbling, she opened her eyes slightly, and looked at him.
He looked back.
She continued staring expressionlessly.
His eyes darted to the left, quickly moving back.
She blinked rapidly, tears of sleep dripping down to her mouth as she did so.
He lifted his hand to make a greeting gesture, unable to detect the exact second the girl's hand had wrapped around his throat, or even when she had stood up and lifted him off the ground. He did know however that it was implodingly painful and felt like his entire throat had been stuffed into another, much smaller tube-like container, his legs flailing helplessly in the air.
“Make your introductions in the newbie forum,” he said with a simple, yet intensely gruff tone. “Out!”
Before he had a chance to say or do anything, Paine felt the ground below his feet fall away from him, as he was lifted up and thrown out of the room. He landed hard on his back, grumbling to himself as he quickly sat back up, his pride hurt more than anything else.
“WTF!? Wat teh hell his problem???!!!11” His hand darted to his throat again, the strings playing a piece out of tune. He couldn't even begin to explain why he was talking like this, he never spoke like this outside of this place, yet from the second he walked in, that was all his voice had sounded like. Was there something wrong with him? His English wasn't the best in the world, but he should be able to speak better than this.
A small moan to the side of him stopped his thoughts. He turned, his neck wincing from an ache that must of happened when he got attacked, to see a girl lying against the wall just behind him, apparently unconscious, her large glasses doing an amazing job of staying on as her neck drooped, her light brown hair, which was only long at the sides, laying over her shoulders as she lay back, sleeping soundly.
“Huh, a chixxorz,” he said, doing his best to ignore his own voice while observing her sleeping form. Dressed up in a red uniform with white shoulder pads and cuffs that were too large for her arms, the girl had a vigorously regal look to her. Looking around the empty corridor for a quick second to see if anyone else had noticed the unconscious girl with him, he moved in for a closer view. Had she also just been thrown out of the General Discussion forum as well, and somehow hit her head on something as a result? She didn't seem injured in any way, although he hadn't remember her lying there a moment ago either. Was he too excited at the prospect of being in this place that he hadn't been looking at the floor while his head was up in the clouds? He got closer to her, staring as she sniffled slightly, his breath landing expertly on her nose and waking her up. After a few seconds of incoherent mumbling, she opened her eyes slightly, and looked at him.
He looked back.
She continued staring expressionlessly.
His eyes darted to the left, quickly moving back.
She blinked rapidly, tears of sleep dripping down to her mouth as she did so.
He lifted his hand to make a greeting gesture, unable to detect the exact second the girl's hand had wrapped around his throat, or even when she had stood up and lifted him off the ground. He did know however that it was implodingly painful and felt like his entire throat had been stuffed into another, much smaller tube-like container, his legs flailing helplessly in the air.
He wasn't choking though, he found he could breathe just fine, but it didn't stop it from hurting like a horse was stomping on his Adam's apple. Grunting slightly, the best he could do, he tried to look at his attacker as she adjusted her large spectacles to look at him better through her bright red and disturbingly large eyes.
“New guy,” the girl muttered, either to him or herself. “Not even a single post, you're off the hook.” Dropping him, her voice became incoherent again, and for the second time in a few minutes, he found himself landing on his back, the ground breaking his fall with solid marble. What was with people here? He had been attacked by the first two people to approach him, it wasn't even like they were trying to challenge him to a duel or anything. It was just a straight out use of force without even waiting for him to say anything. Whilst he thought straight out attacking could be a good tactic in a duel, it was just plain rude to do it to a person straight out like that. He inhaled sharply, despite not needing to, his brain insisting he recover oxygen that had not been lost. At least this girl was staying, unlike that other boy who had just closed the door straight after him. Hopefully she would provide an explanation.
She yawned, stretching at the same time, wrapping her fingers round each other and cracking them as she did so. Taking her time, she began rotating each of her shoulders in turn, like she was about to do a whole exercise routine. He watched her, not entirely sure if he should wait for her to say something or speak up first.
“Erm ok cuse me” he stuttered, his voice already sounding worse with this whole new syntax he seemed to have just picked up.
“What's your name?” she asked him, stopping her warm up.
“Erm…Paine59,” he replied, finding even the numbers grossly warped in their pronunciation. He watched as she glanced away for a second, and exhaled loudly.
“Another fuckin' n00b,” she muttered under her breath, placing her hand on her hip and glaring at him. His ears got to close to these words and burned from them. “Follow me,” she continued, still looking annoyed, turning to walk away down the wide corridor. It wasn't too far before she had reach the next door five meters away.
“Didn't you hear me?” she said, with the same brusque and annoyed tone, as if she were a stuck up teacher calling to a lost pupil. “This way, kochi da.” Before he could even think anything, his legs had jumped off to follow her, reaching the door in a matter of seconds. He looked to the small console pad displayed by the door. It said `Newbie Forum.'
“I have far too much free time on my hands,” the girl muttered to herself, her eyes now slightly closed, as the door swung open at their presence. Stopping to look, he noticed this one didn't have a blue button on it, but a sensor instead.
“Now get in,” she said, like she had to explain everything. With a great push that belayed the girl's small frame, he found himself thrown in another room, only just catching his feet to stop from tripping over and making a fool of himself. This room looked just the same as the one he had been kicked out of a moment ago, except this one was totally barren of users. It was actually cleaner to look at that way; with no people standing around, he could see how the furniture of the room, which didn't consist of all that much now it was in sight. All there was were some green sofa-like benches, which were lined up like they came out of an airport, a series of computer terminals lining the left side of the room, and what looked like a children's crèche at the far back. He couldn't help but notice that the crèche seemed to have been never used, or at least constantly cleaned and packed away, as there wasn't a single baby toy that wasn't packed neatly in a box. `What was a children's crèche doing in this room?' he thought to himself, wondering if it was perhaps some kind of bad joke. As he finished looking around, he noticed the girl had wandered further into the room, with a very long grin on one side of her face.
“Oh, how tempting,” she muttered, crouching down to face something out of his view. Stepping around the green benches to get a better look, he saw that she had found a boy lying there, as asleep as she had been just moments before. “Very tempting indeed, but probably shouldn't with a n00b present.” Paine winced at the word, like he had been bitten by something. It was not so much she was saying it with venom as she was with indifference, like it were second nature to insult him like that. He wanted to say something, but felt like he would be put down if he wasn't careful with his words.
“Are you going to make it then?” she said unexpectedly, not even looking at him as she continued to glare at the sleeping user with glee.
“Mke wat?” he replied, his voice still acting strange. She sighed.
“Your first post, your greeting. The poorly spelt `hi I'm new' thing that everyone is compelled to do by an unknown power before even being allowed to draw breath in the mighty halls of the Clubit Academia.” He sniggered slightly, and she deflated like a balloon at his response. “It's tradition, okay,” her voice now moody. “This place used to be a discussion forum. Back then, everyone always came in here to say `hi.'
“Okes,” he said. “I gess I culd.”
“New guy,” the girl muttered, either to him or herself. “Not even a single post, you're off the hook.” Dropping him, her voice became incoherent again, and for the second time in a few minutes, he found himself landing on his back, the ground breaking his fall with solid marble. What was with people here? He had been attacked by the first two people to approach him, it wasn't even like they were trying to challenge him to a duel or anything. It was just a straight out use of force without even waiting for him to say anything. Whilst he thought straight out attacking could be a good tactic in a duel, it was just plain rude to do it to a person straight out like that. He inhaled sharply, despite not needing to, his brain insisting he recover oxygen that had not been lost. At least this girl was staying, unlike that other boy who had just closed the door straight after him. Hopefully she would provide an explanation.
She yawned, stretching at the same time, wrapping her fingers round each other and cracking them as she did so. Taking her time, she began rotating each of her shoulders in turn, like she was about to do a whole exercise routine. He watched her, not entirely sure if he should wait for her to say something or speak up first.
“Erm ok cuse me” he stuttered, his voice already sounding worse with this whole new syntax he seemed to have just picked up.
“What's your name?” she asked him, stopping her warm up.
“Erm…Paine59,” he replied, finding even the numbers grossly warped in their pronunciation. He watched as she glanced away for a second, and exhaled loudly.
“Another fuckin' n00b,” she muttered under her breath, placing her hand on her hip and glaring at him. His ears got to close to these words and burned from them. “Follow me,” she continued, still looking annoyed, turning to walk away down the wide corridor. It wasn't too far before she had reach the next door five meters away.
“Didn't you hear me?” she said, with the same brusque and annoyed tone, as if she were a stuck up teacher calling to a lost pupil. “This way, kochi da.” Before he could even think anything, his legs had jumped off to follow her, reaching the door in a matter of seconds. He looked to the small console pad displayed by the door. It said `Newbie Forum.'
“I have far too much free time on my hands,” the girl muttered to herself, her eyes now slightly closed, as the door swung open at their presence. Stopping to look, he noticed this one didn't have a blue button on it, but a sensor instead.
“Now get in,” she said, like she had to explain everything. With a great push that belayed the girl's small frame, he found himself thrown in another room, only just catching his feet to stop from tripping over and making a fool of himself. This room looked just the same as the one he had been kicked out of a moment ago, except this one was totally barren of users. It was actually cleaner to look at that way; with no people standing around, he could see how the furniture of the room, which didn't consist of all that much now it was in sight. All there was were some green sofa-like benches, which were lined up like they came out of an airport, a series of computer terminals lining the left side of the room, and what looked like a children's crèche at the far back. He couldn't help but notice that the crèche seemed to have been never used, or at least constantly cleaned and packed away, as there wasn't a single baby toy that wasn't packed neatly in a box. `What was a children's crèche doing in this room?' he thought to himself, wondering if it was perhaps some kind of bad joke. As he finished looking around, he noticed the girl had wandered further into the room, with a very long grin on one side of her face.
“Oh, how tempting,” she muttered, crouching down to face something out of his view. Stepping around the green benches to get a better look, he saw that she had found a boy lying there, as asleep as she had been just moments before. “Very tempting indeed, but probably shouldn't with a n00b present.” Paine winced at the word, like he had been bitten by something. It was not so much she was saying it with venom as she was with indifference, like it were second nature to insult him like that. He wanted to say something, but felt like he would be put down if he wasn't careful with his words.
“Are you going to make it then?” she said unexpectedly, not even looking at him as she continued to glare at the sleeping user with glee.
“Mke wat?” he replied, his voice still acting strange. She sighed.
“Your first post, your greeting. The poorly spelt `hi I'm new' thing that everyone is compelled to do by an unknown power before even being allowed to draw breath in the mighty halls of the Clubit Academia.” He sniggered slightly, and she deflated like a balloon at his response. “It's tradition, okay,” her voice now moody. “This place used to be a discussion forum. Back then, everyone always came in here to say `hi.'
“Okes,” he said. “I gess I culd.”
“Wow, indecisiveness. Brilliant,” she mumbled, falling back onto one of the benches, waiting for him to start.
“Okes….let see helo evry1 I iz new and”
“Oh goooood,” the girl said, groaning as long as she could within the space of a word. “It's your first post. At least try and speak properly, fuckin' n00b.” She muttered this last bit under her breath, yet it was still enough to cause him to wince sharply again. Who did she think she was? Treating him like this just because of the way he spoke. It wasn't his fault he couldn't control his voice. It just seemed to have…turned like this somehow. It wasn't his fault. He had just about had enough, he had came here to Clubit Academia in order to be the best duellist there was, and within minutes he was being put down by two people who weren't even serious enough to carry their duel disks around with them. Stepping up to face her full on, he raised his fist to her.
“OMFG I cant beleve ou. I just got…” he was cut off almost instantly by the girl's hand, which had once again wrapped round his throat in a non-choking manner, lifting him a clear foot in the air. Struggling futilely for a few seconds, he could see her watching him with what he could tell was mild amusement hidden behind an expression of annoyance.
“You don't want your first post to be a flame, do you?” she said leeringly. “Not exactly the best first impression, is it?” Paine didn't know what a flame was, and in his fury, he didn't care. Not wanting to take anymore of this from this stuck up bitch, he levelled a kick at her stomach, only to feel it get caught by her other hand just as easily, before letting out the smug grin out past the look of annoyance. He couldn't help but grin as well, his hand swinging round at her limply to slap her pathetically in the face. It was just the right amount of distraction to make her let go and he swung his remaining foot to her chin as he fell back down, knocking her flying to the other side of the room.
He stopped instantly, witnessing the severity of his actions, the girl's glasses shattering against the tiled floor. What was he thinking? It was wrong to attack anyone that hard, especially a woman. He might have killed her if he wasn't careful. Rushing up to her to check if she was okay, he stopped before he even reached her, hearing a loud, clear-pitched laughter echoing through the room, coming from the girl.
“Heh, that was pretty good, n00b,” she said as she calmed down from her own little fit. “It's been forever since anybody tried to knock me back like that, let alone succeeded.” She started to stand up, apparently unfazed and unwounded from the attack, and for a moment Paine was worried that she might be getting ready to attack him. Instead, she turned to another one of the benches, falling down upon it again lazily.
“R...r u all rite” he asked, even though the answer was clear to him. His polite nature had always been of constant importance to him, and even with the worst of people, he always made a point of shaking their hand. After all, how could a duel be fair if one didn't have manners towards their opponent?
“Henki da,” she said incoherently, causing him to stare as he wondered if he had misheard her. She looked back at him, just as intently as he was her, the small grin returning to one side of her lips. “Annoying, isn't it?”
“Huh wat iz”
“When you can't understand what the other person is saying.”
“Wat”
“Clubit Academia has a series of very important rules, you know. We follow them to a point, and give warnings to those who break them without warning.” She stopped, apparently tripping over her own wording in her head and trying to sort it out. “Although it's not an actual rule,” she continued a moment later, “many people treat talking like you do worse than flaming. You should speak properly all the time. The occasion slip up is okay, but speaking like you do makes you seem like a moron, and most of the time, the people who speak like that are morons, like the runt over there.” She knocked her head back to indicate the boy that was sleeping against one of the benches across the room.
“sory, I kow I suld speek poply but I cant,” the girl seemed to take a moment to translate this in her head, before looking at him a grin.
“Think about it,” she said, almost whispering her words. “Think the words you want to say, how they are spelt, their meaning and everything about them.”
“What?” he said, gone out at her.
“It's a little problem people have when they enter the Academy, the very nature of this place is different from the outside world,” she explained. “People communicate differently in here than they do outside. You end up sounding like you do if you're not careful, and if you're lazy about it, you end up becoming a moron like he is over there.” She shook her head slightly. “Anyway, think about them carefully, the words, the meaning, the passion behind them and how cute they look if you write them out using snail's blood,” she said this last bit without a single drop in the tone of her voice. “If you keep focused, soon you'll be speaking as you normally do.” She paused for a second. “Now go!” she said, with a mock dramatic emphasis and a flail of her hand. “Make you ultimate introductory post!”
Paine looked at her for a second, like she had transformed into a giant radiator throughout her explanation and had yet to notice. It almost seemed completely stupid, and if it wasn't for the fact that his own voice was as messed up as it was, he would have assumed she was pulling his leg, and swinging him round an enclosed space, knocking his head against as many things as she could while laughing violently. Regardless, he didn't exactly like the idea of being seen as a moron just because he couldn't control the way he spoke. Mind you, he wasn't too thrilled about going round with a bunch of people who saw you as a moron if you spoke like that either. He had heard about this, this girl must be one of the elitists he had heard about, although from her clothes it looked like she was in Osiris Red.
Noticing her staring at him expectantly, he decided to give it ago. He focused hard for a moment, doing as she had told him, thinking about the words, their meaning, `their everything,' ignoring the bit about snail's blood. There didn't seem that much to it; they were just words after all. He could read and write fine normally, if he just…
He felt something, nearly on the brink of pouring over. He let it.
“Hello, my name is Paine59. Nice to meet you all. I'm 15 years old and from Nottingham. I run a theatre deck, because it's so dramatic, and my favourite card is Painful Choice.” He stopped, amazed at how normal he sounded all of a sudden. The girl sitting away from him looked surprised as well, her eyes peering up at him, as if she was still looking at him from over her glasses. “And,” he decided to finish, “I aim to become this country's strongest duellist.” He felt a rush of excitement as he said these words, letting his fist punch the air in front of him as he did so.
The girl's face went from surprise to blank staring, as if he had finished his post by ripping his trousers off. Her staring continued, her face devoid of expression, before bursting out into high fits of laughter.
“What?” he said, his voice now completely normal, speaking through her high pitched giggling. “What's wrong now?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said, wiping a tear away. “It's just strange to hear someone say something like that. Most people pick the world, or the universe.”
“I figured I'd start low,” he explained, wanting her to understand his reasons. “Besides, there are too many people on the planet to truly call myself the best. England should be good enough for me.”
“Well, at least your smart about it,” the girl said, wiping away a tear, her finger noticeably trying to reach under glasses that weren't there anymore. “Although, even then, there's no such thing as the strongest duellist.”
“Huh?” he said surprised. “Of course there is, that's why we have a world champion.”
“A world champion is not the strongest,” she explained condescendingly. “He can still be beat, especially in this game. Yo-kun's beaten the current World champion* several times, just not
in official matches. Sometimes, the only thing that determines you're the strongest is who you face in the tournament and extremely good luck. The `dramaticness' you're speaking about only exists in the anime.”
“H-how can you say that?” he shouted at her in shock, letting his passions overcome his tongue. “There's no point to it unless it's dramatic. It's no fun otherwise. You aim to become the strongest, and you show that strength by winning in strategic ways that impress all those around you.”
“Maybe in low level decks,” she said sternly, cutting him off. “But cookie clutter decks are hardly strategic, and neither's warrior chaos. If you're aiming to become the strongest, those are the types of decks you should be going for.”
“Cookie clutter? What's that?” Paine responded, causing the girl to release another heavy sigh.
“Maybe it would be better if I just showed you,” she said, standing up. She walked straight past and round to the other set of benches on the far side when he knew the boy was still sleeping. Seeing the girl kick whatever was in front of her, he winced in imagined pain, hearing by a loud scream of actual pain. Wandering over to them, he saw the boy clutching his stomach.
“Ow WTF was tat 4” the boy said, and for the first time, Paine felt the annoyance of hearing someone speak in the strange tone that he had been speaking in. It was even worse this time, since it wasn't coming from what he knew he was saying, and he had to do his best to translate the words.
“Here comes a new challenger,” the girl quoted, causing the boy to wake up quickly.
“Ah, j00 finally accept the l33t skillz of Guldalf_teh_gr8-Guru Shariku I wil b honord 2 tke yr rare crds” Before he could continue, the girl had slammed her foot into his groin again, and he keeled over back onto the floor.
“Wash your mouth before speaking crap,” the girl replied. “And your opponent isn't me, it's him.”
Part 2
“Okes….let see helo evry1 I iz new and”
“Oh goooood,” the girl said, groaning as long as she could within the space of a word. “It's your first post. At least try and speak properly, fuckin' n00b.” She muttered this last bit under her breath, yet it was still enough to cause him to wince sharply again. Who did she think she was? Treating him like this just because of the way he spoke. It wasn't his fault he couldn't control his voice. It just seemed to have…turned like this somehow. It wasn't his fault. He had just about had enough, he had came here to Clubit Academia in order to be the best duellist there was, and within minutes he was being put down by two people who weren't even serious enough to carry their duel disks around with them. Stepping up to face her full on, he raised his fist to her.
“OMFG I cant beleve ou. I just got…” he was cut off almost instantly by the girl's hand, which had once again wrapped round his throat in a non-choking manner, lifting him a clear foot in the air. Struggling futilely for a few seconds, he could see her watching him with what he could tell was mild amusement hidden behind an expression of annoyance.
“You don't want your first post to be a flame, do you?” she said leeringly. “Not exactly the best first impression, is it?” Paine didn't know what a flame was, and in his fury, he didn't care. Not wanting to take anymore of this from this stuck up bitch, he levelled a kick at her stomach, only to feel it get caught by her other hand just as easily, before letting out the smug grin out past the look of annoyance. He couldn't help but grin as well, his hand swinging round at her limply to slap her pathetically in the face. It was just the right amount of distraction to make her let go and he swung his remaining foot to her chin as he fell back down, knocking her flying to the other side of the room.
He stopped instantly, witnessing the severity of his actions, the girl's glasses shattering against the tiled floor. What was he thinking? It was wrong to attack anyone that hard, especially a woman. He might have killed her if he wasn't careful. Rushing up to her to check if she was okay, he stopped before he even reached her, hearing a loud, clear-pitched laughter echoing through the room, coming from the girl.
“Heh, that was pretty good, n00b,” she said as she calmed down from her own little fit. “It's been forever since anybody tried to knock me back like that, let alone succeeded.” She started to stand up, apparently unfazed and unwounded from the attack, and for a moment Paine was worried that she might be getting ready to attack him. Instead, she turned to another one of the benches, falling down upon it again lazily.
“R...r u all rite” he asked, even though the answer was clear to him. His polite nature had always been of constant importance to him, and even with the worst of people, he always made a point of shaking their hand. After all, how could a duel be fair if one didn't have manners towards their opponent?
“Henki da,” she said incoherently, causing him to stare as he wondered if he had misheard her. She looked back at him, just as intently as he was her, the small grin returning to one side of her lips. “Annoying, isn't it?”
“Huh wat iz”
“When you can't understand what the other person is saying.”
“Wat”
“Clubit Academia has a series of very important rules, you know. We follow them to a point, and give warnings to those who break them without warning.” She stopped, apparently tripping over her own wording in her head and trying to sort it out. “Although it's not an actual rule,” she continued a moment later, “many people treat talking like you do worse than flaming. You should speak properly all the time. The occasion slip up is okay, but speaking like you do makes you seem like a moron, and most of the time, the people who speak like that are morons, like the runt over there.” She knocked her head back to indicate the boy that was sleeping against one of the benches across the room.
“sory, I kow I suld speek poply but I cant,” the girl seemed to take a moment to translate this in her head, before looking at him a grin.
“Think about it,” she said, almost whispering her words. “Think the words you want to say, how they are spelt, their meaning and everything about them.”
“What?” he said, gone out at her.
“It's a little problem people have when they enter the Academy, the very nature of this place is different from the outside world,” she explained. “People communicate differently in here than they do outside. You end up sounding like you do if you're not careful, and if you're lazy about it, you end up becoming a moron like he is over there.” She shook her head slightly. “Anyway, think about them carefully, the words, the meaning, the passion behind them and how cute they look if you write them out using snail's blood,” she said this last bit without a single drop in the tone of her voice. “If you keep focused, soon you'll be speaking as you normally do.” She paused for a second. “Now go!” she said, with a mock dramatic emphasis and a flail of her hand. “Make you ultimate introductory post!”
Paine looked at her for a second, like she had transformed into a giant radiator throughout her explanation and had yet to notice. It almost seemed completely stupid, and if it wasn't for the fact that his own voice was as messed up as it was, he would have assumed she was pulling his leg, and swinging him round an enclosed space, knocking his head against as many things as she could while laughing violently. Regardless, he didn't exactly like the idea of being seen as a moron just because he couldn't control the way he spoke. Mind you, he wasn't too thrilled about going round with a bunch of people who saw you as a moron if you spoke like that either. He had heard about this, this girl must be one of the elitists he had heard about, although from her clothes it looked like she was in Osiris Red.
Noticing her staring at him expectantly, he decided to give it ago. He focused hard for a moment, doing as she had told him, thinking about the words, their meaning, `their everything,' ignoring the bit about snail's blood. There didn't seem that much to it; they were just words after all. He could read and write fine normally, if he just…
He felt something, nearly on the brink of pouring over. He let it.
“Hello, my name is Paine59. Nice to meet you all. I'm 15 years old and from Nottingham. I run a theatre deck, because it's so dramatic, and my favourite card is Painful Choice.” He stopped, amazed at how normal he sounded all of a sudden. The girl sitting away from him looked surprised as well, her eyes peering up at him, as if she was still looking at him from over her glasses. “And,” he decided to finish, “I aim to become this country's strongest duellist.” He felt a rush of excitement as he said these words, letting his fist punch the air in front of him as he did so.
The girl's face went from surprise to blank staring, as if he had finished his post by ripping his trousers off. Her staring continued, her face devoid of expression, before bursting out into high fits of laughter.
“What?” he said, his voice now completely normal, speaking through her high pitched giggling. “What's wrong now?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said, wiping a tear away. “It's just strange to hear someone say something like that. Most people pick the world, or the universe.”
“I figured I'd start low,” he explained, wanting her to understand his reasons. “Besides, there are too many people on the planet to truly call myself the best. England should be good enough for me.”
“Well, at least your smart about it,” the girl said, wiping away a tear, her finger noticeably trying to reach under glasses that weren't there anymore. “Although, even then, there's no such thing as the strongest duellist.”
“Huh?” he said surprised. “Of course there is, that's why we have a world champion.”
“A world champion is not the strongest,” she explained condescendingly. “He can still be beat, especially in this game. Yo-kun's beaten the current World champion* several times, just not
in official matches. Sometimes, the only thing that determines you're the strongest is who you face in the tournament and extremely good luck. The `dramaticness' you're speaking about only exists in the anime.”
“H-how can you say that?” he shouted at her in shock, letting his passions overcome his tongue. “There's no point to it unless it's dramatic. It's no fun otherwise. You aim to become the strongest, and you show that strength by winning in strategic ways that impress all those around you.”
“Maybe in low level decks,” she said sternly, cutting him off. “But cookie clutter decks are hardly strategic, and neither's warrior chaos. If you're aiming to become the strongest, those are the types of decks you should be going for.”
“Cookie clutter? What's that?” Paine responded, causing the girl to release another heavy sigh.
“Maybe it would be better if I just showed you,” she said, standing up. She walked straight past and round to the other set of benches on the far side when he knew the boy was still sleeping. Seeing the girl kick whatever was in front of her, he winced in imagined pain, hearing by a loud scream of actual pain. Wandering over to them, he saw the boy clutching his stomach.
“Ow WTF was tat 4” the boy said, and for the first time, Paine felt the annoyance of hearing someone speak in the strange tone that he had been speaking in. It was even worse this time, since it wasn't coming from what he knew he was saying, and he had to do his best to translate the words.
“Here comes a new challenger,” the girl quoted, causing the boy to wake up quickly.
“Ah, j00 finally accept the l33t skillz of Guldalf_teh_gr8-Guru Shariku I wil b honord 2 tke yr rare crds” Before he could continue, the girl had slammed her foot into his groin again, and he keeled over back onto the floor.
“Wash your mouth before speaking crap,” the girl replied. “And your opponent isn't me, it's him.”
Part 2