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COSPA x Yu-Gi-Oh! GX - Fighting Spirit for Duel Vol. 2

COSPA x Yu-Gi-Oh! GX - Off Mode Duelist Version Vol. 2

[ ☆ ] » "That - sounds incredibly depressing." Ouza remarked after a moment, looking up at the senior duelist. While he couldn't say he didn't understand where Manjoume-han was coming from... Still. "Don't give up like that so easily, I didn't take you for the type."

Pulling his arm in more, he leaned in close to gently place his forehead upon his before exhaling. "Stay." A soft mutter, his tone ... Soft?

Judai looks down briefly at their intertwined hands before he's pulled forward. The gentlest Chazz has ever been with him, is a dull thought that scatters before his free hand slides around his waist. Impossibly closer. ".... You say that as if I thought of any other option." It was immediate, just as soft if not more.

He wasn't about to go ruining the moment by questioning his motives. Though he moves his forehead from Chazz's for a moment, planting a small kiss against it. His body sways to an unknown beat, slow, methodical, trying to comfort whatever sorrow has the other's mind in a chokehold. ... He was safe here.

"...what I wouldn't give to teach that sniveling little rich boy a lesson."

He can't even bring himself to respond to the other's comment. What was supposed to be a simple gathering, the night had fallen and with it came something that made his skin crawl. The entire night had been filled with vibrancy, with love, with laughter, with passion and joy. It was everything it was supposed to be and then came the haze, a dark fog that settled over everything and in the next moment? He was being woken up by Chazz shaking his shoulders, the entire building was dark, the lights flickered on and off as if they'd been dragged through dimensions. Why did all the supernatural shit have to happen on this damn island? He'd gotten to his feet, struggling with his disorientation as it felt like his senses were dull, like he was dragging his feet through mud in a swamp. The other seemed unaffected, as if he couldn't feel the chains of oppression that dug into his shoulders, that felt like he was dragging cinder blocks behind him with an invisible thread. Everyone else was gone. Vanished from sight but with it was also the view of the surroundings in the cafeteria. It all appeared normal but without working lights, with the view outside seeming barren and dark, he couldn't even see through the glass of the windows. Upon reaching out for his family, he's met with nothing but silence. That has him concerned, even more than before as the names had slipped through his lips.

"Sapphire? Amethyst?" Were they uttered, but with no response. He can see the way the other's gaze darts around himself, as if expecting a certain trio to appear but nothing bore fruit. Instead, they press on wards, finally leaving the large room and making their way into the halls. By sheer luck does he manage to utilize his...newfound abilities. He can see the odd look he gets as from where he passes, crystal growth slowly sprouts, faintly glowing and providing much needed light. He can only offer a sheepish smile and a "I'll explain later." Before he manages to create a small enough one, focusing entirely on transferring enough energy to make it glow akin to a flashlight. This one, he hands over to the other. Better in his hands than his own.

Now. The metallic scent is what had them slowing in their adventure, the halls were eerie and the doors were all closed. It felt like when Darkness had arrived. It really did and his legs give the small sense of phantom pain, smothering the thought as he continues forward. An awful squelch emits from under his shoe and he stops dead in his tracks, he can't even hear Chazz over the dread that creeps through his entire body as he slowly gazes down where the makeshift flashlight's light illuminates the sight of a rotted hand, crushed partially beneath his shoe as he steps to the side with noticeable haste. The sight alone confirms for him that they've been displaced. How? He's not certain, but then his gaze flickers upwards as the other walks past, muttering something. His vision finally focuses. Staring up at the ceiling as his breathe hitches. Heart hammering away in his chest as he stares at strands of wild hair, displaced, disorganized. The long slender frame that's attached to the tiles and slowly sliding along them. As if it was melting and pulling itself together at the same time. The weird orange substance slowly dripping down and just as it's head turns- He screams at the sight. Not caring for the volume or the fact Chazz nearly throws the crystal at him as he grabs the other by the wrist and runs. Runs as he can hear the god awful clicking of jaws snapping shut repeatedly behind them. He can't breathe. Even as he take quick panicked breathes. It feels like his body is locking up as he scans the area before all but ramming the old lecture halls doors with his shoulder. Forcing it open and dragging the other inside, he turns to slam the door shut just as the figure slams against it. Banging and wailing from behind the frame as he presses his body against the door with all his might, willing the crystals to form to block it, to defend them. Silence. After a few minutes it's all silent as he slowly slides down to the floor, trying to recover what little composure he can as he catches his breathe. Chazz needs the comfort. He needs a pillar of support against whatever the hell is in here with them and- and they're going to find a way out. That's what he keeps repeating in his mind as he gazes to the other.

A commotion distant enough from earshot, if he hadn't been heading back to his room he might not have picked up on it. It's faint, hard to hear through the walls but as he wanders closer to the source, he can hear what sounds like a loud thud. That alone guides him with quicker steps until he turns the corner to a few lockers, an old segment of the academy that didn't see much use. Probably would be renovated into something new just like his room inside the main building had been. His old principal had insisted on private living space, something he was both annoyed and grateful for. Now, he leaned more on the grateful side as he turns the corner to the sight before him, two Obelisk Blue students, both male and fairly tall, they've cornered the other against the locker, blocking all means of exit. He can't even understand the words that are dripping from their lips like a serpents venom. The scenario reminds him of darker times amongst North Academia. Dødens Vitne Dødens Vitne Dødens Vitne DødensVitneDødens VitneDødensVitneDødensVitnedødensvitnedødensvitne

He can hear the warning, the wisdom Sapphire Pegasus tries to usher upon him, but it's nothing to the roar of his heartbeat in his ears, the boiling of his blood as a fist raises, the momentary panic of realization across onyx hues. He isn't thinking in the next moment, grace and any animosity he'd been trying to cling to is thrown out of the window as he runs forward, his bag filled to the brim with notebooks slamming against the second one's head, sending them crashing to the floor with the bag as they fall unconscious immediately. Hopefully without a concussion given the force. He's too late to stop the impact that makes contact with the male adorned in the night's colors.

But he sure as Hel can make sure it never happens again. Kicking the nearby chair right at the other's knee, he's still in action as they stumble and fall back into it. Trying to get up only for him to find their shirt collar with his fingers and slam them along with the chair against the locker closest to the ebony male. Sea green hues darkened with rage, lips pulled back and pearl white teeth on show as he growls out the words that reverberate through his chest. "Who do you think you are?" "Who the fuc-"

"Who do you think you are!?" A loud bang emits as his fist slams against metal near their head, refusing to let himself flinch from the pain as he hears a low groan from behind him. The whisper of his name in the air but he pays no heed to it and focuses on the slow frightened realization dawning across this bully's face. The way they look at him is the same as those early weeks. Those haunting whispers that echo in his mind, branded upon his soul and memories like a stain that won't ever truly go away.

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The fear in their eyes is something that makes him sick to his stomach, the whisper of a name from the scared stuff bullies lips. He only releases them because he feels physically ill maintaining such rage. He wanted to bury this, bury that part of him that once existed for those days of grief, of numbing sensation that threatens to crawl right back up. He has to grind the words out through his teeth as he steps back, as the two students scramble to their feet and slowly maneuver their way in a wide arc, as if wishing to avoid his sharp smoldering gaze. Instead, he speaks with venom, to give them the taste of the medicine they dished out.

"You are an Obelisk blue student, Bryson Ace. You're supposed to serve as an example and here you are disgracing yourself by falling to such a level. You aren't strong by picking on others. It's saddening, that your life must be falling apart so horribly that you think projecting the hurt you feel onto another will ease it. You seriously need to start rethinking your life choices if this is how you're gonna treat life."

"Now go wash up, you've got a bit of bullshit at your lips."

They scamper like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, a lesson learned in one of the harshest ways but it would wise them up and make them realize their actions. They'd likely never repeat this again, he had that effect on other's back in Norway, when bullying had been a lot more physical than just the single punch that had been thrown by them, or what sounded like they forcefully cornered the other. Who finally gets his gaze, tired, worn, he feels a lot of emotions at once that he smothers under the one he can focus on more. Concern.

“ Hmm…apology accepted. As long as you learn your lesson, then it’s all good. “