#claud writes

(The title was obviously gonna be Rich B—-ch, but bad words and stuff make it less.. appealing…)

Anyway, I’m posting this fic from mobile, so it may be quite a long post and it may be less organized compared to my usual stuff, buuut… yeah! Pendulumshipping with a money prompt because we all know Reiji’s the CEO of his company and may be the richest S.O.B. in the city and I have a huge thirst for pendulum fics.

I’ll try and edit this in HTML format so it’ll appear shorter later. I’ll just tag it as long post for now though.

Yuya Sakaki sat in the booth at the fast food restaurant, waiting (im)patiently for his friends to arrive. He was starving, but he would much rather wait for everyone to get there first so that they could eat together. With a sigh, the tomato-haired boy rested his chin in his hand and gazed out the window, watching people pass by on the sidewalk and keeping an eye out for his companions. Nope, no one was coming yet. He whined a little and let his head fall on the table, noticing he was recognizing some strangers as acquaintances and classmates on the streets and getting agitated that none was anybody he was waiting for.

"It doesn’t take that long to put your bags down at home," he grumbled quietly.

His stomach growled loudly and he instinctively wrapped an arm around it, hoping that the conversations of the other customers covered up the sound of his boisterous belly. He moaned and planted his forehead to the table, resisting the urge to get up and order food without his friends.

"Hungry?"

Yuya instantly sat upright, wide eyes locking on the source of the voice. Jeez did that scare him! But what scared him even more was the person standing by the booth; the familiar gray hair, red-framed glasses, and sockless ankles belonged to none other than the familiar (and extremely intimidating) Reiji Akaba. Yuya’s muscles tensed and he began to panic, pivoting in his spot to face the tall man with a frantic voice, “O-oh! You’re—! You’re Reiji Akaba, right?”

With a nod, Reiji gave him a small but amused smile. “I’m glad you haven’t forgotten me, Yuya Sakaki. It has been a while since our duel, hasn’t it?”

Yuya nodded in return, squirming in discomfort and averting his gaze. How awkward that he’d meet the man who gave hin so many questions here in such a random place. He noticed Reiji was hiding under the same large jacket he’d first seen him with, but didn’t say anything about it. “What brings you here, Reiji?”

The taller boy withdrew his hands from his jacket pockets. “I’m here to get something to eat.”

Obviously. Yuya tried not to look up at him, still too timid to look the other in the eye. Because of this, though, he hadn’t realized Reiji took the seat beside him until he heard a sound and saw the distance between them was reduced significantly. Yuya nearly squawked at that, scooting close to the window and pasting himself to it. Reiji glanced up at him with an indifferent look on his face.

"Any reason for the overreaction?" He asked.

"No! Sorry," Yuya relaxed his body just enough to peel from the wall, but not enough to escape the rigid position he sat in. "I just didn’t expect you to sit down next to me, let alone for me to see you of all people here."

"I’m sure." Reiji took off the hood of his jacket, reclining into the seat. "May I ask why you’re here alone?"

Yuya watched him warily, then sighed. “I’m waiting for my friends to come over so that we can eat together. But they’re taking too long, and I’m super hungry.”

The amused smile returned to the gray-haired boy’s face. “I’m aware. If you want, I can pay for a small snack so you’ll be held over until they arrive.”

Yuya laughed, waving his hands and grinning sheepishly. “No thanks! I’ll be okay. Besides, it’s your money. We hardly know each other, and you have better reasons to spend your money than on someone you’ve met one other time.”

Reiji slightly shrugged in response, and Yuya leaned back against the booth, frantically coming up with something else to keep the conversation going. Lucky for him, Reiji beat him to it; “Let me ask you something, Yuya… do you love me?”

Yuya’s mind went blank and he turned to stare at Reiji agape. What on earth kind of question was that?! And where did it even come from? He was silent for a while, busy reading the other’s eyes before responding. “No, of course not!”

"Is that so?" Reiji paused, his hand sliding off the table and into his pants pocket. Yuya stared long and hard at the other, eyes slightly widened in bewilderment. Reiji, he… he wasn’t serious, was he? Did he ask him in full honesty, or was he just trying to mess with him? The taller boy pulled his hand out and slid a small paper to him, and upon looking closely, Yuya saw that it was money. $20 to be exact. "What about now?"

Yuya was speechless. This guy was serious! It was laughable, incredibly insane. But even so, there was a slight appeal to it, the fact that it turned out not to be just a joke and something else instead. Sure, it was probably the silliest and weirdest way to approach it, but he couldn’t deny it felt like it was worth tapping into. He smirked a bit and tapped his fingernails on the tabletop, looking Reiji dead in the eye with a tinge of playfulness in his voice. “Hmm. Add two more zeroes to that number and then we’ll talk.”

While he was intrigued at the thought of going out with this man, it sure was brought about in the most insanely of ways ever. The demand for $2,000 to date him was something the younger boy knew he wouldn’t be able keep up with. It was definitely awkward as hell, and he wished he wasn’t in this situation, but there was almost no way out of it except for this. Oh well. At least he knew he was safe.

Title: Mad Rating: T Pairing: Very vague Foilshipping Summary: The war between Astral world and the humans against the Barians was like a game of chess to Vector. With a king piece as idiotic yet formidable as Yuma Tsukumo, the Barian lord went crazy trying to get rid of him before he himself would be placed under checkmate.

Notes: Wow, I haven’t written anything like this in months! I’ve been super busy lately. Anyway, this is still a part of the 30 Day Challenge, with this being Day 6. I haven’t practiced writing in a long time, so it may seem really rushed and a little sloppy. Hope you enjoy anyway!

Spoilers for episode 126 on.

He went crazy for him. Insanely crazy.

There wasn’t a day when Vector didn’t think about annihilating everyone and everything in his path. Destroying it all, watching everything in the world wither and rot and crumble to ashes and dust before him… like the weak, pathetic, fragile things they are. And with each and every passing day, he’d get closer and closer to his goal. Each scheme spelled out a victory; each move would result in another death, another assertion of dominance, and another step closer to spreading his reign on the ruins of the worlds he’d lay waste to. All of it was just so close…

… And so damn far…!

He thought of it much like a chess game. Vector was the king of the evil side, with Gilag and Alit as his bishop and knight, and Mizael and Durbe his rook and queen. He’d form his plans carefully, so that his comrades were useful enough to wipe out the opposing forces but still disposable in the end, so he can rid of them whenever he’d like.

If it were only that simple. His plans were easily foiled. Despite spelling out victory if they were to succeed, they weren’t fail proof, and the enemies easily exploited the flaws in the plans to thwart all attempts he made to take the numbers and run off with them.

And there was one person responsible for that. One person who he must kill, if he wished to get any farther at all…

… Yuma Tsukumo.

The very name made his teeth grit and his fists clench, as the redhead seethed in anger and pounded his fist in the cement wall. He was nothing but a boy, an immature, idiotic, and bothersome child. His smile made him want to cringe, his laugh made him want to throw up, and his dumb catchphrase made him want to tear him into pieces.

“Kattobingu da, ore!”

Please. The only thing this kid was able to do was run into walls and trip on his own two feet. He was only a threat when those like Ryoga Kamishiro and Kaito Tenjo teamed up with him. So why was he such a formidable foe? Why was it so hard to kill him?

He drove Vector mad. Insane. Desperate for a way to kill him. He will have his way with him, all in due time.

…

Time passed, and most of his plans succeeded. He awoke Don Thousand and turned the human world upside down, with almost no effort at all. Ryoga awoke as the Barian leader Nasch, and his sister Rio awoke as the princess Merag, who were just more filthy creatures Vector wished he could forget. But it didn’t matter much at all. Everyone began to fall like dominoes when the seven lords reunited, amd it was very helpful to have Nasch and Merag serve as his temporary allies.

Many of the humans died, which didn’t mean much to him. The pawns were always on the frontlines in a game of chess. That girl Anna died… the one who teamed up with the boy Fuuya… Who else? The man Gauche, the woman Droite, the old geezer Roku, his student Kage, Yuma’s friend Bronk, the bratty family that is the Arclight sons… was that it for insignificant losers?

Then it got more interesting. The little game of chess took a turn for the more exciting, when the higher-ups began to fall. Vector captured Nasch and imprisoned him for a while in a gap between dimensions, which allowed him to lay waste to Durbe and Merag. He turned Gilag on Alit and had them kill each other, finishing off the survivor and running off again. Word got out that Kaito died in his duel against Mizael, and oh man, was that great to hear! Yuma losing both of his closest allies, the two people that made him a thread to begin with! With Kaito dead and Nasch his sworn enemy, he was completely helpless! Ah, he could die laughing right now.

He waited patiently for Nasch to corner him and challenge him to a duel. He expected to win. He knew he would win. With Nasch’s moral support shot down entirely from the defeat of his sister and best friend, he had nothing to fight for but vengeance, and what kind of idiotic resolve was that? His defeat was inevitable!

And Yuma… Yuma decided to follow them to Barian world, possibly to challenge Vector as well… which was fine; after he got Nasch out of the way, which wouldn’t take long at all, he was going to do to Yuma what he’d been dying to do since day one of this madness: he was going to torture him, play with him like the dumb ragdoll he is, pull the strings on the little puppet, and make him realize just how useless he is without the help of his friends.

And… he lost. Vector lost against Nasch.

Again, his plans failed, and he was sent back from the blast of the finishing blow. The pain he received from the duel is no where compared to the agony of his final defeat. It was the last straw. He was going to make sure Nasch and Yuma rued the day they crossed paths with him!

…

But he didn’t want to die.

Vector dared not look behind him. A huge wind was blowing him back, trying to send him into the void that was Don Thousand’s eye; it morphed itself into a vortex that sucked away at the Barian, who helplessly clung onto the cracks in the floor to keep from being absorbed. Fuck, he was screaming. Crying, almost. He’d lost his grip and was being sucked into the vortex. He didn’t want to die. Not then, not there. He dared not shut his eyes again.

“Kattobingu da, ore!”

That catchphrase again. Even though he hated to hear it, at a time like this, it brought a strange sense of relief to him. Yuma had lifted himself from his spot, ran to Vector, and threw himself in harm’s way to grab his hand and protect him from flying away. ‘I won’t let you go, Shingetsu,’ was all he practically heard. ‘I’ll protect you, I’ll save you. You are Shingetsu, and you’re my friend! That’s your true self!’

The words drove him mad again, and Vector cackled, tightening his grip on his enemy’s hand and yanking on him. “Then let’s go down together! Come now, Yuma, won’t you die with me?” More words like that floated among his head, dying to let themselves be heard; ‘Why do you insist we’re friends? Shingetsu was a fake, and you’re a stupid gullible brat! Die already!’

But they didn’t.

The evil grin plastered on the Barian’s face instantly fell at the sight of water welling in the child’s eyes. Yuma was crying. His eyes were glassy, but he still gave him, his mortal enemy, the brightest of smiles. ‘Yeah, let’s do this, Shingetsu. I won’t let you go alone. We’re in this together.’

… No. They weren’t. Vector would not let him die.

The redhead released the hand that he was using to force Yuma into the void with him. ‘You’re so troublesome. An idiot. That’s all you’ve ever been…’ And it was true. He couldn’t count how many times, during this idiot chess game, that Yuma drove him insane. A stupid boy foiling his carefully laid-out master plans…It was more than enough to make anyone mad.

But Yuma did not deserve to die with him. No. He needed to live. He, who had faith in the little light inside of a monster of a person, even if it was nonexistent.

‘I can’t drag you down with me…So this is goodbye, Yuma-kun.’

And with that he released his hand, letting himself get sucked inside the void and consumed by darkness once again…

…

“Shingetsu?”

Vector opened his eyes to see the familiar boy standing above him, wearing the goofy grin he always did when around his friends. He remembered he was sprawled along the grass, gazing up at the sky until a light sleep decided to take over him. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Of course it’s me, Shingetsu,” Yuma laughed, taking a seat next to the redhead. The other pulled himself to sit up, glancing to his right and listening to the other talk. “After school, me and the gang were gonna ask you if you wanted to hang out with us! But you weren’t at school again today, so I wanted to come find you.” He tilted his head, smile slightly faltering. “Is this where you stay now?”

“For the most part.” The former Barian raked his fingers through his hair with a smirk. “I was just hanging out, and happened to fall asleep out of no where.”

Yuma let a soft hum escape, turning to grin at Vector again. “So, what were you dreaming about?”

Vector leered at him, his smirk growing darker (but it’s only playful, despite how scary he looks now). “About the time when I was destroying the world, back then.” Yuma’s mouth dropped, though no sound escaped, and Vector laughed. “Wish it were a joke, but it’s true. I was comparing the whole war between Astral World and the humans against Barian World to a game of chess.”

Yuma’s mouth closed and he beamed. “Oh, really? So you’re a fan of chess then, Shingetsu?”

“Not really,” the redhead answered, shaking his head. Not at all. “It takes too much thought. I’d never be good at a game like that. Let’s stick to dueling.”

“Uh… sounds good, I guess.”

Perfect! :D Thank you so much, Em~ ——

"It’s your move, Mizael."

The blonde rubbed the back of his neck, staring hardly at the layout of the chess pieces across the board with a frown on his face. Since having been revived as humans, the Varians have been finding various hobbies to entertain themselves in between school sessions and sleeping. Gilag and Alit enjoy training out in the wild, Nasch and Merag stay home and watch TV, and Vector does that Nasch likes to call “trolling” (heaven knows what that means).

Durbe had developed a fascination for board and other card games, and in an attempt to impress him, Mizael challenged him to a game of chess, assuming it would be an easy victory for him. He wished his king piece was in a better position, though.

Durbe read the frustration on Mizael’s face and smiled. “I thought you knew how to play. You did say that, didn’t you?”

"I did. Now shut up, you’re distracting me," Mizael grumbled. What to do, what to do… It was only a matter of time before Durbe’s queen and rooks cornered him. He only had two options left, what with his king in check and no other piece flexible enough to reach the other side of the board to protect him. He took the white piece in hand and glided it to the right one space. His eyes shot up to meet Durbe’s just before releasing the king.

Durbe paused, eyes glued to the king. Mizael held his breath, eagerly awaiting his response. “You could have just said you wanted to impress me, Mizael. There’s no need to lie to me.”

The blonde blinked, breath hitching in his throat. “What do you mean?”

The gray-haired boy glanced up at him with a knowing smile that made his heart skip a beat, taking his black queen and moving it down beside the king. It wasn’t close enough for Mizael’s piece to take, but enough for him to realize what it meant. He had to suppress the urge to groan, leaning back in his seat.

"Ryoga!!"

The purple-haired twin jumped when he heard the scream from his sister reverberate off the walls. Uh-oh. He’s in trouble. Instead of showing panic and racing out the front door, he stood up from the couch and stuffed his hands in his pockets, casually walking towards her room. “What?”

Rio stood by her dresser with one of the doors open, face flushed a dark red out of both anger and embarrassment. “Where the hell are my underwear?”

Shark blinked, stunned by the unexpected question. “Your underwear?”

"Did I stutter, Ryoga?" she growled, pointing to the space beside her bras. "My underwear is gone! What did you do with them?!"

Shark frowned, opening his mouth. “I didn’t—”

"Come on, Merag, please? I have to meet Sanagi!"

Rio sighed, rubbing her temples. It was a little strange to see someone as masculine and tough as Gilag fangirling over a pop idol. But whatever, she shouldn’t be judging; at least he has something to enjoy. “Here,” she dug into her skirt pocket and pulled out a pass, handing it over to him. “I promised to give this to another friend, but I guess you can have it. Just don’t bug her too much when you see her, ok?”

Gilag accepted the paper with a bright smile. “Wow, thanks Merag! You’re the best!” And before she could open her mouth to reply, the former Varian raced off.

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Title: Foreboding Dream Rating: T Pairing: None (maybe Keyshipping) Summary: Yuma wakes up one night from a terrible dream, and even though Astral does all that he can to console him, it's too difficult to dismiss it as just a nightmare.

Notes: This is the prologue of the Zexal/Future Diary AU I've been wanting to write for a while now. Yeah, the plot may not be an original one (it's from the anime Mirai Nikki), but I've so many ideas for this that I just had to put it down somewhere.

I'll also be publishing this to my Fanfiction.Net account. Even if it's just seen as a drabble, I hope you enjoy it!